#and she stayed silent but I'm so sure she's not cleaning or cooking because she's punishing me in a way

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You Over Her! [Dandy Mott]

Angst/fluff

Dandy has taken to you plenty, but Gloria's idea to marry him off causes him to stick to your side like glue.

A request by the wonderful @poeticsorcery <3 thank you for this!

So many ways to execute this idea aaaa I hope this reads well I'm in love with Dandy being clingy to you<33

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Dora could only do so much for the whiny man-child. She could only take so much abuse before you stepped in fully. Sure she still liked cooking, but you had to serve everything to Dandy. If it wasn't given to him by you? Anarchy. Clearly, you didn't love him as much as he thought if you weren't bothering to help out.

Every evening he sat and watched you as you cleaned. Cleaning every inch of the playroom he loved so much. But he adored you more. If your clothes were ever so slightly uncomfortable, they were thrown and new ones were on your bed in the morning. If you slacked off and almost fell asleep, you'd get yelled at before being tucked into the makeshift bed in the playroom. Sweet words whispered, uncomfortably, into your ears as the covers were messily tucked around your body.

"you're so amazing. So perfect. So gorgeous. Everything." He chuckled, staring at your sleeping face. A finger tracing your jaw, nose, and cheeks. Every part of you he needed. Every part.

This routine of you two sharing small stares and smiles through your workday had been fine for the months you stayed. Pay never lowered, and you found yourself silently attached to the brat despite his... tantrums. Whenever you went to bed you pretended to sleep so you could be aware of Dandy's small kiss on your cheek. And to your forehead, to your neck, chest. Never lower. He was a gentleman after all. It was a sweet few months, with sweet talks and treats for your work.

But, fate decided to intervene on the most peaceful day of all. Dora was out. So was Gloria. Dandy was in his playroom with you, watching you as per usual. Watching you move as you adjusted his items, and humming show tunes to yourself. Such a quiet, peaceful day. Until Gloria's shrill voice decided to break your, quiet time with the spoilt man. "I need you out." She mentioned to you. "Dandy! I have someone for you to meet."

Not wanting to upset Gloria, you immediately walked out. But looked a bit sadly at Dandy, who was immediately annoyed to no ends of the earth. A lovely woman, your age was behind Gloria as you walked out. The eye contact with each other was slightly tense. She could tell you wanted to be left alone, but you could tell Gloria's wants. She wanted this girl to marry Dandy. Badly. So much so, that a potential payment was held in the woman's bag. Walking away to Dandy's room, you closed the door, in an attempt to make Gloria happy.

Obviously, you didn't stay in there. You immediately walked back out once you could tell the two ladies were in the playroom. Eavesdropping on the conversation. A very one-sided conversation. Dandy was practically silent as Gloria introduced the woman and practical information about her. You could almost tell Dandy was rolling his eyes and was thinking more about you.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard steps out of the room. So, you just made it seem like you were hanging around, waiting for the conversation to finish. "She's such a cow." You heard before arms wrapped around you, and a face buried itself in your neck. Letting out a small awkward chuckle, eventually, you reciprocated the unexpected affection. In your head, any and all scenarios played out in detail. The worst one you thought of was Dandy killing the lovely lady just because. You knew he wanted to explore murder. He spilled his heart out to you whenever he got a chance.

"Dandy! Please just take a chance on her!" Gloria's slightly uninterested and shrill voice intruded your ears once again. He shook his head silently and stuffed his face in your neck again. If Gloria spoke up again, you might have to punch her.

So that's exactly what you did. She kept pestering Dandy with the call of his name and begging for a wedding. A heavy and annoyed sigh left you and pushed the brat off you (gently of course) before going up to the brat's mother and punching her. You hit her in her nose, causing her to fall back slightly, stumbling as she caught her footing. Your stare was hard, and cold as Gloria examined the blood dripping out of her nose. Oh. Shit. That wasn't meant to happen.

Where was the lovely stranger in all of this? She was stood by one of Dandy's stuffed animals, watching on in fear. A broken nose, yelling and a tantrum wasn't how she saw her day going. She expected to be introduced to her future husband, prepare details, and move in. All with a promise of a good deal, and money. Plenty of it. Everyone was easily swayed by money. And the Mott family had it at their fingertips 24/7. How could such a handsome man be such a baby? It dissuaded her if it wasn't already obvious that marriage would not be taking place.

You? You were getting a gentle kiss on each of your red knuckles, and praises sung in your ear. Dandy was already so swayed by you, and that punch made him fall deeper. Such a strong... persuasive way to tell Gloria no. But she shrieked your name and looked at Dandy with that look she couldn't erase from her eyes. "Why do you insist on staying with this dreadful person?!"

"They're better than some hag who only wants our money!" He raised his voice back, finally hitting rock bottom with his mother. Everything basically collapsed at that point, and the stranger took this opportunity to run out, heading in whatever direction she could so she didn't risk a punch from you. You felt bad for her, only slightly though. Sure she wanted to be married for the money, but you were sure she was a sweet woman.

Minutes of screaming passed and Gloria eventually headed out, down the stairs to 'calm herself down' which left Dandy staring annoyedly at the door to the playroom. The best thing you could think of was to put your hands on his face, staring gently at him. His eyes met yours, and immediately you could tell the brat softened. Dandy's hands pulled you closer, and he almost melted under your touch. "you feeling better now?"

He nodded into your neck, pressing little kisses to the skin he was close to. Any touch on him made him feel better, in any situation. As long as it was you. "How about I marry you instead?"

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Beautiful Stranger

02: Need To Know

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.3k

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a/n: hello beautiful people! here we have another chapter of this two silly duo. And we have a Spotify playlist!!! If some of you think that I should add more sings please tell me

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"I had a little accident, Nora… it's okay" I sighed looking at how my foot was on a cushion on the coffee table. "I have to rest around three days and then I can go work"

"No, no, no! You won't come in a few weeks! You have a sprained ankle, you have to rest" she protested. "But how did it happen?"

"Well… I just fell and twisted it, easy" I shrugged my shoulders. "But I'm fine, really… don't worry!"

"Just rest, okay? I'll go there and help you with everything you need" 

"It's not necessary, Nora. I can walk, you don't have to come"

When the day started I never imagined that something like this could happen: having a stranger in my house cooking my dinner for me because he crashed into me and now I can't move my foot.

On the way back to the apartment complex he was tense all the way, driving carefully and looking around, making sure he won't crash on someone again. We stopped on a pharmacy so I could buy my medicines and even crutches so I could move around without any help.

"Logan, really… it's not necessary" I sighed, looking at him moving around my kitchen after I finished the call with Nora.

"At least let me make  your dinner" he said, looking back at me. "Then you won't see me again"

I frowned, raising an eyebrow and sighing. He was nervous, I can tell. It's like when someone wants to clean a crime scene. He wants to make me forgive him for crashing into me.

"You know that will be impossible, we are neighbors and this town is small" I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest and watching him move around. 

He just remained silent, making my curiosity grow even more. He's British for sure, his accent is too obvious. I'm sure he has money, the perfume I smelt when I was behind him on the scooter seemed expensive. He wears a Lacoste shirt and Ray-Ban sunglasses. 

"Why did you come to the town?" I asked him after some minutes of silence studying him. 

"What are you talking about?" he frowned, turning around. 

"It's obvious you have money, right?" I pointed. "Lacoste, and expensive perfume"

He looked at me and I saw his Adam apple move. Is he nervous?. He doesn't want anyone discovering him?

"What, are you a robber or something? From the mafia?" I laughed. 

"W-what? What are you talking about?" he mumbled, making me frown and look at him.

"Why coming to Parga, and not going to…  I don't know" I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Mykonos or Santorini…"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" he interrupted me, pissed. 

"Wow, relax" I laughed. "I'm just joking! Come on, I'm bored. I can't move and you are just making my dinner!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking back at the kitchen. He was making something that looked like a salad, with some lettuce, olives, feta cheese and tomato. 

"I came here because I wanted to be on my own" he said. 

"Oh, I see..." I nodded, understanding him. After all, that's part of the reason why I came and stayed here. "Then let me tell you that Parga is the perfect place"

He looked over his shoulder at me and I heard him sigh. There's something about him that intrigued me, something that makes me want to know about him.

"How is your hand?" he asked me, putting the salad he made in front of me.

"It's okay" I sighed, looking at the mix of vegetables he made. "Stings a lot, I want to scratch it…"

"You shouldn't" he frowned, grabbing a glass of water and putting the pills I have to take next to it. "And try to not move a lot, you heard what the doctor said. Not even going to the beach"

“But…” I protested, receiving a frown from him, making me groan. “Okay”

He looked at me and stood straight, crossing his arms in front of his chest and sighed. RIght now I feel like when my mother used to give me that cold look because I was doing something wrong, with that disappointed gaze. 

“You can leave now” I sighed, grabbing the fork and eating the salad he made. “I can do things on my own. You better go careful after this, I wouldn’t like to crash into someone else if I were you”

He smiled weakly and nodded, grabbing his things and looking back at me before he walked out of the apartment, closing the front door behind him.

What way to finish the day, with a sprained ankle and a neighbor that made my dinner after only knowing his name.

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She has something that makes me want to know about her. Maybe it is the way she lives, her house doesn’t have many personal things, just the necessary.

But what makes me feel curious is the tons of books she owns about Greek mythology or about its history, all the shells she has on jars and the room that is dedicated to paint. She didn’t even cry when we had the crash, just argued with me immediately and tried to do everything by herself, not accepting my help.

After I made her dinner and left her there, I went to my rented apartment. How could she know I am rich only by looking at my shirt and smelling my perfume? She said she was joking, but the way she looked at me made me feel anxious. 

She doesn’t know who I am, right? Then why does she look at me that way?

“God, I don’t think I’ll survive in this place” I sighed, my phone in my ear and Carlos at the other side of the line.

“Why? Do you miss me?” he smirked, laughing after that. “What’s wrong with that place?”

“No… the place is nice” I sighed, looking out through the window. “I just… God, I arrived today and I already nearly killed my neighbor”

“What?!” he laughed loud, making me frown and pull away the phone from my ear. “You muppet! No one can leave you alone!”

“Don’t laugh at me! That’s being mean!” I groaned. “I just… I had to lie about my own name because she acted weird, like if she knew who I am”

“So you gave her a fake name? God, can you be more stupid?” he sighed.

“But… What if she discovers who I am! What if she takes a picture of me and posts it on Instagram?” I frown. “People will know where I am and then they’ll come. I don’t want that, mate. I don't want to explain why I'm alone or why I don't have a girlfriend"

"I know, but…" he sighed. "Lying about your name? That's… that's too much, mate"

"Why? I mean, maybe I won't see her again" I sighed. "What's the matter with that?"

"Nothing" he sighed. "If you are okay with it, them it's fine"

I sigh and nod, ending the call and looking at the beach. Lily, my neighbor, wanted to go there and I ruined it. What a great way to start my vacation.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing I found, going to the couch and looking at the wall while eating it. I really want to finish this day and go to bed, forget about what happened and start again.

But then I heard a strong noise, and a groan. And it came from the other side of the wall.

"Lily?" I frown, talking loud. Maybe she could hear me.

I heard her curse and I just got up, walking out of the apartment and going to her door.

When I helped her get inside her apartment after coming from the pharmacy I saw that she always leaves her door unlocked. She might trust the people from here to leave the door like that.

"Lily?" I called her again, standing on the frame of the front door.

"Bathroom" I heard her mumble.

I sigh and walk towards the bathroom, searching for the door of it. And then I saw her on the floor, naked and wrapped in a towel.

"Oh, eh…" I gasp looking around, trying to not look at her body. "What happened?"

"I tried to take a bath but I just fell" she sighed, tightening the towel around her. 

"Do you need help?" I sighed. I could feel how my cheeks were getting red.

"Logan…" she said, and then I heard her sigh defeated. "Please?"

"Okay… ehm…" I mumble looking at the ceiling. "You are naked under the towel, right?"

"Yeah" she sighed. "I mean, I have the bottom of the bikini. I fell trying to take it off…"

"Okay, good" I nodded, looking around and finding the top of the bikini. "Can you put it on so I can help you?"

I heard her groan a little and move, sitting on the floor. I reached the top, making sure I didn't look at her, and handed it to her, waiting until she told me she was ready.

"Alright" I nodded.

I looked at her, sitting on the floor. She had small tears in the corner of her eyes, some of them dry. I sighed and looked at the bath, it doesn't have water on it yet, so I opened the key and let the water run until it was warm, butting some shower gel to make sure it made bubbles.

"Did you hurt your hand with the fall?" I asked, kneeling in front of her. She nodded and I just sighed. "Let me see"

"It's okay, Logan… really" she sighed. "You can go back to your apartment"

"No" I frown. "Right now you need someone to help you, and I'm just a door away"

Why did I say that? 

"Come on, I'm sure you were busy" she protested. "Really, I'm fine. I can get up and then get in the bathtub on my own"

"God, let me help you, Lily" I sighed, tired of how stubborn she's acting. 

She sighed and groaned, giving up. 

"Yeah, I hurt my hand" she mumbled, showing it to me. The bandage that was wrapped around her arm to protect the wound she made after falling to the road had a little blood on it. "I think I opened the wound after falling…"

"It's okay" I nodded. "You have a first aid kit here, right? While you are on the bath relaxing I can change the bandage"

"But you don't have to stay here while I take the bath!" she protested, but the moment I looked at her she sighed. "Okay…"

I sigh and stop the water of the bathtub and look at her, picking her up and placing her on it, making sure that the foot with the bandage was held up at the edge of the bathtub. At the start she protested when I held her, saying that she could stand for herself, but it was clearly a way of telling me to stop helping her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, changing the bandage and putting the cream the pharmacist gave her. 

"You are already doing it" she mumbled, groaning softly when I touched the wound.

"Hm, funny" I said sarcastically. "Anyway… why didn't you accept my help?"

She looked at me and sighed. I could feel her eyes scanning me, judging me. Maybe she knows that Logan is not my name. That I'm Lando Norris.

"I don't trust you" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "The only things I know about you is that you are my neighbor in this apartment complex, that you probably are British because of your accent, that your skills driving a scooter are horrendous and that you make good salads"

I looked at her and tried to not laugh. She might be the first person that thinks I cook well, or that at least I make something edible.

"I'm not that bad at driving a scooter" I said laughing softly after I finished wrapping the bandage on her hand. "I'm a good driver"

"A good driver? Let me doubt that" she laughed softly too.

I look at her and smile. Her laugh is cute, at least now the mood is not as tense as before. 

I looked at her while she looked away. Her skin is tanned, the kind of tan you get after going all days to the beach. Before she fell to the floor she put her hair on a hair lip that had the shape of a white flower, and the baby hairs of her nape were too short to be with the rest of her hair so now those strands were wet and stuck to her skin. The bikini she's wearing is blue, a color that goes well with her skin and her blue eyes. 

If someone told me she is a model I would have believed them.

"I'm from Bristol" I said, sitting on the floor, looking at her. "So yeah, I'm British. And I'm terrible at cooking"

"Makes sense" she nodded. "So you are terrible at driving a scooter and at cooking. What else?"

"I can't sing" I chuckle. "But I know how a DJ set up works"

"Interesting" she laughed. "So, what are you? Some kind of DJ that needs to be away and have a solo trip?"

Actually… it could work.

"Yeah, kinda" I chuckle nervously. "I'm new in that world and I want to discover my own style"

"Ah.. that's cool" she nodded, making me raise my eyebrow. "I'm serious! It's cool"

"Tell me about you, then" I said, nodding at her. "Where are you from? Because I can tell that you have a good English accent but you speak fluent Greek"

"I'm… British, too" she smiled weakly. "But I came here because I loved this country"

"I can tell, you have lots of books about Greece" I nodded, even more curious than before after I saw her weak smile.

"I studied ancient history and I always wanted to be here to live it in first person" she sighed, resting her head in the back of the bathtub. 

"And then I thought that you were like some of those girls obsessed with that Mamma Mia movie" I chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "You gave me those Donna vibes when I saw you"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll turn into her in a few years" she laughed softly. "I came here searching for a dream and I'm already living it…"

"That's good" I nodded, curious.

She smiled weakly and sighed, relaxing. I should go back to my apartment, but there's something that makes me want to stay and help her. Maybe it's the fact that I feel guilty, that she's like this because of my fault, because I crashed into her and she got injured.

"Why do you leave the front door unlocked?" I asked her, curious.

"Why not? I trust the people" she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking at me. "I don't have anything to hide or anything they can take from me. People are kind and I'm kind with them. I trust them"

"What if someone comes in the middle of the night to hurt you?" I frown, kinda worried.

"Well… now I don't have to worry anymore, right?" she said with a soft smile on her lips. "I have a neighbor with good hearing sense that would come here to help"

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The moment I said that I felt immediately stupid. I saw how he looked at me, trying to not laugh. Laugh at me, because of how ridiculous I was.

"I didn't mean to say that" I excused myself quickly, blushing and looking away.

"It's okay" he laughed. "It makes sense, I surprised myself of how quickly I came to help you"

I look at him and blush, laughing to hide the embarrassment. He was putting everything back in the first kit aid, his fingers moving around the things to place them correctly.

His hands are nice, with long fingers and a big palm. There are some bracelets on his wrists, some of them were orange and the other other yellow. 

"Eh… can you help me get out?" I asked, somehow shy. 

I know that the moment I'll get out of the water, things will happen. Like the bikini top wet and stuck to my breasts, all my body wet and then getting his clothes wet. That's why I didn't want his help, because things would turn back uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah" he nodded, getting up.

Great, why are you so freaking kind? 

I took a deep breath and looked at him standing on the side of the bathtub. He was looking at me, waiting for me to move, but when I stayed still, he frowned.

"Well? You don't want to get out?" he frowned, confused.

"It will be awkward" I sighed. 

"It doesn't have to be" he said, and it just made me close my eyes, sighing heavier.

"Logan… my nipples are hard" I said, just to make him understand. "And my whole body is wet, if you help me get up I will make your clothes wet"

"O-oh…" he nodded, now understanding. "Okay… then I'll help you on another way"

I sighed, groaning. He really wants to help, no matter what? How can someone be so stubborn?

"Okay, try not to slip" he said.

I turned my head and saw him standing behind me, holding a towel with his hands. I sighed, really defeated, and rolly eyes.

"You win" I said. "Just… don't let me fall"

I heard him chuckle and then his hands were holding my arms, helping me get up without hurting me. He wrapped the towel around me and I just held it tighter once I was standing in the bathtub.

"Ready?" he asked, wrapping his arm on my back and getting ready to pick me up.

I nodded and then he picked me up, making me hold his shoulders and sigh. He sat me on the toilet and I just looked down, embarrassed.

"I promise this is the last time I take a bath with this thing on my foot" I groan.

"Just… don't hurt yourself again, Lily" he sighed. "You gave me a heart attack when I heard you fall"

I looked up at him and blushed. Okay, no, this can't be a crush. No, no. Get that idea out of your head, Lily.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you" I sighed. "It won't happen again"

"Don't worry" he chuckled. "Do you need help to go to bed?"

"I actually didn't want to go to bed" I said, holding the towel tighter and making sure it didn't fall. "But you can leave, really. I can do things on my own"

"You sure?" he frowned.

"Yeah, Logan. Don't worry" I said. "Good night"

He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom. 

This day can't get worse. There's no way it can't get worse.

I sighed, taking off the bikini and putting on clean clothes to finally feel comfortable. The crutches are my big enemy, but if I want to move around I have to wear them, even if I hate it.

I walked, as best as I could, and went to my art room. I needed to do something to take all my emotions of the day out of my mind. I need to take my frustrations out and forget about everything that happened today.

"Well…" I sighed, grabbing my notebook and some pencils after sitting on the chair.

I let the pencil work alone, connected with my brain. I wasn't paying attention, but when I saw what I was drawing I just gasped.

"No way…" I mumble.

The eyes.

His eyes.

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Another MHA thirst for your feed.😌

tw//: incest (sister x sister) (I don't condone it, the only reason I'm ok writing it is because it's fiction)

warnings:// aged up characters (I'm horny, not a monster, both are in their 20’s), smut, 🔞, wlw, oral (f receiving), name calling (r is here for it), fingering (v and a), toy insertion (anal)

Momo’s little sister doesn’t wear underwear. Momo knows she doesn’t. The two have their own place away from their parents to which the sister stays alone most of the day cooking/cleaning while Momo was out being Creati.

The sister had disposed of all of her bras and underwear, leaving her completely bare underneath her dresses. Why? She’s wanting her sister’s attention. The first time Momo actually confronted her sister on it lead to an… interesting outcome.

The sister was cleaning the counters in the kitchen and Momo just came back from patrol. Momo lightly grips her sister’s ass. “You think I didn’t notice, you little slut?” She whispers to her before lifting her sister up to sit on the counter. Momo moves the dress so it was no longer covering her sister’s cunt and breasts. Momo dives in, attacking her sister’s cunt with her tongue. The sister would orgasm so quick, she hardly noticed. Momo then completed stripped her sister out of her dress, climbing up on the counter with her.

Momo’s sister has the same quirk, so it wasn’t surprising to Momo when something came out of her skin. What was surprising was a 7in strap on that now laid next to Momo’s sister, her sister silently telling Momo to use it on her. Momo puts on the toy over her hero costume before opening her top enough to let her breasts out. Momo would ask her sister where she wanted it, for her sister to tell her to fuck her in her ass (her words, not mine). After fingering her sister’s ass, Momo slides the strapped toy in, making her sister moan at the stretch. Momo fucks into her sister’s ass, making her sister moan loudly. Thank goodness the two lived alone.

That interaction opened the door to many sexual encounters for the sisters. Momo requested that her sister to never wear clothes (aside from aprons ofc) so she was even more free for Momo to use when she needed. If the sister ever needed to go out, Momo would just make her wear her clothes. Momo would make sure her own cum was on/inside the underwear before letting her sister out of the house for that EXTRA closeness. I mean, sisters share, right?

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Eddie collapses back against the front door with a relieved sigh, tension melting out of his shoulders at the familiar smell of Buck's chili with Bobby's secret ingredient. His lips twitch into a small smile as the muffled sounds of Buck's cooking playlist float back to him, and he lets his eyes flutter shut to enjoy the warmth of it all.

"You're early." Buck's voice breaks him from his reverie, and Eddie opens his eyes to see that adorable confused furrow tucked between Buck's brows, his head tilted like a puppy trying to puzzle something out.

"Took a shortcut," Eddie replies, pushing himself off the door with a groan and heading for the kitchen.

"Date didn't go well?" Buck asks as he returns to the pot on the stove.

"It wasn't bad," Eddie shrugs and grabs a beer from the fridge. "She just wasn't ready for a relationship yet." He waits until Buck meets his eyes. "And that's okay."

For a moment, the only sounds in the kitchen are The Mountain Goats singing 'Retraced my steps back home/But the house burned down before I got there/And I found myself alone' and the bubbling of the chili. Their eyes locked in some silent battle of understanding. Buck's blues widen a fraction, his mouth drops open, Eddie's heart pounds.

The blare of an alarm breaks them apart.

"Shit," Buck hisses, diving to shut the thing up. He grabs the oven gloves from the island and crouches down to remove a tray of brownies from the oven.

Its then that Eddie notices the smudge of chocolate at the hinge of Buck's jaw, the slight dusting of flour matting Buck's curls above his left ear. He notices the mess too. The several sticky bowls on the island, the spills of milk and cocoa powder and what looks like at least three dollars worth of vanilla extract. The eggshells loose on the countertop and the whisk steadily dripping chocolate batter onto the tiles below. He notices all that, but he doesn't pay it half as much attention as he pays the chocolate chip melted onto the underside of Buck's forearm.

"Sorry, I know its a mess," Buck blurts out. "I thought I'd have more time to clean up before you got home, but Chris wanted something sweet and I think he needed an incentive to get his math homework done now that I can't help him with it."

Eddie's eyes follow him as he spins around the kitchen, tossing bowls and utensils into the sink with a frantic energy that makes Eddie's exhaustion triple just looking at it.

"And I found this brownie recipe the other day that I've been wanting to try, but I ran out of cocoa powder, and then I saw there was just the right amount in your cupboards."

Buck begins scrubbing at one of the more difficult spills on the counter, sweeps flour and cocoa powder into his hands before tossing it into the trash.

"I'll buy you a new one when I get another for myself, and we finished the chocolate chips, so I'll replace those too."

Its difficult not to think of it when they're in this configuration, Eddie leant back against the fridge with his arms crossed over his chest, Buck dancing around the kitchen rambling about the mess as he desperately avoids Eddie's eyes. Its difficult not to think of muffins and tears.

But Eddie isn't asking Buck to leave. He's asking the opposite, and he thinks Buck gets that now. Because Buck is making sure the mess stays his and his alone. So, Eddie turns the taps on, fills the sink with soapy water and pretends not to notice Buck's terrified eyes on him.

"And the vanilla extract because there was a little mishap with that," Buck rambles on. Eddie turns to face him as the steady stream of water and chatter combine. "And you always complain about how expensive the Madagascan stuff is but you only bought it because I asked for it, and—"

"I'm in love with you."

Buck's jaw snaps shut, an audible click that cuts through the cacophony of the kitchen. He doesn't look up from the stain he's scrubbing at, but Eddie doesn't need to see him to know that his face has been wiped blank.

"I love you, Buck. Almost told my date that when I was letting her down." Eddie huffs a gentle laugh, begs Buck to look up at him. "And I'm sorry to just spring it on you like this, but you deserve to know. You do. God, if there's anyone out there that deserves to know that there's someone who loves them wholly and completely, unconditionally with no stipulations or time limits," his voice breaks, and Eddie clears his throat, "its you." Buck freezes in his scrubbing, but he still doesn't look up. "I love you. And I know, or I think, that you aren't ready for us yet which is fine. I mean, if you do feel that way about—"

"I do," Buck breathes, so quiet Eddie almost misses it under the squeak of the tap turning off. Then, finally, Buck looks up at him, terrified and desperate and brave. "Of course, I do, Eddie."

Suddenly, Eddie has his arms full of a six foot two firefighter. He stumbles backwards with the force of Buck's embrace, catching them on the fridge as he wraps his arms around Buck's shoulders. Buck buries his face in Eddie's neck, hiding his shaky breaths against the collar of his jacket.

"I think I might be ready," Buck whispers. "I'm just so scared, Eddie."

"I know." Eddie tightens his grips. "I'm scared too."

"How do we stop being scared?"

"I'm not sure." Eddie begins to rub circles into Buck's shoulders. "I don't think you ever stop being scared with something like this. Because, even after you take the leap, you're always going to be scared of losing it. Us, especially, with our jobs. But that's what makes love worth it, right?" Eddie turns his face into Buck's head. "Having something you're so scared of losing that you cherish every moment you have it. The fear is nothing in the end, Buck. Its the love that matters."

"Its the love that matters," Buck mumbles to himself with a wet chuckle. "I love you, Eddie. I'm petrified, but I want... I just want."

"I want too," Eddie murmurs.

Buck pulls away slowly, barely separates them, just rears back enough that Eddie can make out the smudge of chocolate batter on his jaw. Eddie slides a hand up to cup the other side of Buck's face, brushes something of the flour from his hair with a gentle thumb as his eyes flick between Buck's. Something settles in them, the stormy blue calming into a summer sky. Slowly, carefully, giving Buck enough time to finish pulling away, Eddie leans in and kisses the hinge of his jaw. Buck's breath catches, and Eddie smiles against his skin, opening his mouth to lick the batter away. The needy sound it punches out of Buck almost takes his legs out from under him.

Eddie pulls back, brushes a kiss to Buck's birthmark and extricates himself from Buck's grasp.

"I think the chili is ready," he says, voice a little hoarse. Buck nods dumbly. "I'll plate up, you go get Chris?"

Eddie busies himself with turning off the stove and grabbing the bowls, ignoring the way his hands tremble. Its why he doesn't realise Buck hasn't left until there's a familiar hand on his waist spinning him around and bringing him into his chest. Eddie barely has time to look at Buck before there are lips on his, and he gives in easily to the tender slide of their lips.

"Just until I'm brave enough," Buck says breathily, and then he's vanishing from the kitchen.

[emcon-imagines]

Living on the Bus as an Agent of SHIELD (based on my own experience traveling for work) (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”

requester: N/A // a/n: yes I was inspired by my current work travels and I LOVE to think about the reality of daily Bus life haha. Yes I would be open to doing a part 2?! also yes I'm back but not really? just writing whatever i feel like tbh

For the first few days, you’re weirdly formal about things. You don’t want to sit on the furniture or cook or anything because like… this Bus is NICE. you sit on the floor and eat off the coffee table

The team is gonna see you in your pajamas. You’re gonna see the team in their pajamas. It’s gonna happen. You all are living together and there’s no way around this.

For the first few days, you wake up early to get ready before even leaving your bunk so that no one sees you in any sort of unpresentable shape.

But finally you crack because everyone is staying up late and you want to change into cozy clothes so you change into your pajamas.

(It’s a pair of pink Snoopy pajamas)

You walk back out of your bunk praying no one will notice until someone (Coulson) says “aww I like y/n’s pajamas!”

At night, Coulson likes to watch movies on the  briefing room screen and Skye usually joins him. The others will stop in, but they are the constant.

It’s the worst movies, and the weirdest shit from whatever country’s Netflix the plane is in

Skye also has been personally trying to mess up Coulson’s algorithm so she watches tons of random things on his accounts

Usually the team is drunk during these movie marathons and exhausted after a day in the field

Most of the time, you don’t make it through the movie—you keep nodding off halfway though

Or you go to your bunk, and fall asleep to the sound of a couple teammates, usually Coulson and Skye, laughing their asses off at whatever movie they put on

The Bus is cleaned professionally once a week when you check in on a SHIELD base, but you still find yourself cleaning up all the time because you don’t want to be the “messy” roommate

Ward’s the one who scares you the most when it comes to cleaning because his bunk doesn’t even look LIVED in and he always seems to witness you dropping a napkin of crumbs on the floor, or trying to silently put a plate in the sink “to soak”

This might be a surprise, but there isn’t a chore schedule. Chores are done as needed, and usually quickly assigned. For example, if you trained with someone, the lower ranking people just kinda… automatically clean up and put the mats away and wipe things down after

The dishes pile up in the sink and after a day or so, someone just does them while they’re waiting for someone in the microwave. Usually Jemma or Ward.

You learn everyone’s shower habits really quickly.

Some people (Jemma) are morning shower people, others (Fitz, Skye) are night shower people, others (Ward, May) are post-training shower people, and Coulson just tends to shower before dinner, though he uses the bathroom attached to his office

Coordination is key because nothing is worse than when the bathroom is still wet from the previous person 😭😭😭

People calling dibs after a really long day/mission

Dinner is honestly usually takeout. You always talk about cooking and make plans to but never do. At some point in the evening, someone always announces they’re ordering and everyone else bandwagons on

Breakfast is the only meal that is sometimes cooked. Coulson makes a mean egg sandwich, but you gonna be up early for that.

The team often resupplies on base, but very often (at least a few times a week), someone makes a Cosco/Walmart/convenience store run.

So if you want snacks (or lunch stuff), you gotta tag along or ask REALLY nice

May somehow ALWAYS knocking on your bunk door 5 minutes before your alarm was gonna go off to “make sure you’re up”

Trying to put on your best “awake” voice because nothing prepares you for May knocking on your door asking if you’re awake. Ever.

Also, in that same vein, you’re going to try your best to be so closed off and professional and then one day, you’re going to break that illusion. For me, it was vomiting out the door of a car stuck in traffic 🤠

It’s weird how quickly the team picks up on your habits and idiosyncrasies. Like May getting your favorite chips from the store, or Fitz asking what you’re thinking about because you’re bouncing your leg again and you only do that when your thinking intently

The boredom is sometimes real, especially when you’re waiting on orders and just in standby for a day or so. You end up borrowing a lot of Ward’s books and they’re not the kind of thing you’d usually read, but hey, they fill the time

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[izzy-b-hands]

Cute/emotional little Roach centric fic. Went sort of flowery prose in bits, forgive it if u can, if not I absolutely get it and valid lmaooo

TW for brief descriptions of medical care/treatments & allusion to abortifacients (no actual abortion or miscarriage occurs in the fic, this is just a general allusion as it being noted as part of his medical knowledge.)

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"I know," Roach sighs. "I'm sorry!"

The little girl wriggles on her mother's lap, but lets him finish her stitches.

"Thank you," the woman sighs and hands him a few coins. "I don't quite have-"

"This is more than enough," he cuts her off gently. "Make sure she keeps that clean. If anything starts to look infected, she'll need the next doctor that comes through."

She nods and waves as she and the girl leave the small empty shack he's commandeered for the duration of their stay at the port.

He told the captains that he simply prefers to find his own accommodations, but truthfully, it's because he doesn't need the crew knowing about and hanging around all this.

Part of why people come to him, after all, a transient pirate doctor/cook, is for the discretion and quiet.

He's helped out girls and women needing certain teas, with ingredients his mother taught him about.

There are babies growing up that he delivered, then for a fee took and found a home (sometimes as easy as reaching out to the local church or orphanage, other times begging a better off family or a pirate captain in want of an heir but lacking a family to consider a new baby.)

Broken arms he's set while ignoring blackened eyes and listening to insistent protests of a bad fall. He always mentions how easy it is to simply disappear on a ship, should one need to escape from anywhere for any reason.

And worse. So much worse, often begged to be kept secret, but they simply had to tell someone who might help.

And a doctor always tries to help. A decent one, at least. He may not be quite decent yet, but he figures he's close enough.

"Please," the man comes skidding around the corner, wailing bundle in his arms. "I need five minutes. Just two, even."

"Hey," Roach says softly. "What's up?"

"She left me with him," the man holds out the bundle. "He won't stop crying. I can't take it."

Roach silently takes the baby, and points the man across the way towards a cheap inn. The coins the girl's mother gave him will be enough for that, and the man can sleep for the first time in days.

"You're giving your dad a lot of trouble," Roach says over the baby's cries. "And all of what, a few days old?"

He's joking, but he feels bad when the baby wails louder.

To make up for it, he doesn't set the baby down in the bassinet in the shack (one bassinet and one small cot, in case anyone needs to be monitored overnight or longer), even after the baby sleeps.

Instead he walks the small square of the shack and rocks on his feet and drowsily mumbles shanties and lullabies until the two blur into an odd mix of fish in cradles knocked out of tree boughs by sailors.

Four hours later, the man returns with an older woman. Grandma, who upon hearing the situation has agreed to come and stay with them.

Roach hands over the baby with a bittersweet ache. Memories of younger siblings held and the idea of a family of his own (incredibly unlikely considering his career) and the physical ache of his arms from cradling the baby for so long.

"Here you are."

He peers out as his latest patient is carried off, and there stands Ed.

Pipe in hand, smoke lazily drifting through the candlelight shattering the dark. He looks imposing, every bit the fearsome Blackbeard of legend.

He also looks incredibly, almost upsettingly attractive, but Roach is fairly sure Ed just has that effect on most if not all people.

"Can I help with something?" Roach asks.

"Everyone else is waiting for you to come out with us," Ed replies. "But no one knew where you went. When I volunteered to find you, I didn't know what I'd expect to find you doing-"

Roach braces for a lecture about being a pirate, or something to that effect. It won't stop him doing this, and he'd be disappointed in Ed, but this wouldn't be the first captain to disapprove of what he did, of the time and loyalty they always claimed he took away from them with such work.

"But this is awesome! I could hear that kid clear across the way earlier, but look at you!" Ed smiles. "How'd you quiet them down so fast?"

"Practice," Roach shrugs. "Siblings, then patients."

Ed's eyes grow wide. "Midwifery?"

Roach nods. "Sort of. As needed, thankfully not too often."

"You've got stories," Ed beams. "You've gotta come tell us-"

He pauses. "You're open all night to help people, aren't you?"

Roach nods. "But I can-"

"No, hang on!" Ed says. "I'll go get everyone, and we'll have things here. We can help you with anyone who comes by! We've got food and drink we can carry over, and I want to hear stories while we eat! Gorier the better!"

Ed claps a hand on his shoulder before jogging off to wherever he left the crew, leaving Roach stunned.

Stunned, but incredibly happy. Not just for the company, but for the extra hands. With them, he might even get to sleep for an hour.

[ameliawarnerr]

Evanescent (Sequel)

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—A new beginning may bring new friends, new surroundings, new opportunities but ‘new’ doesn't always mean that the past is lying dead behind a locked door. The door can open. The past can trespass your current.

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_One Year Later_

Jake's POV

Through the window, I watch as the snow flakes take their time to touch the ground. Unlike the snow, the people are in a hurry. Understandable. Who wouldn't want to reach home to their families on Christmas?

I sit in my car, motionless. I’m in no such hurry— since I got no one waiting home for me.

I glance to the street, a lady grabs my attention. Her hands are full— one with presents, other with a cat. Maybe I should get a cat too. The cat opens her mouth and wiggles in the lady’s grip. The lady stumbles a little but doesn't fall. She shouts something, her words directed to her cat. The cat seems to understand each word and she raises her hands and messes with the lady's face and hair. Yeah, no, no cats.

The door to the driver’s seat opens. I snap my head back inside the car, finding Lucas with two coffees. A second later, Garrett enters the backseat. He closes the door with exhausted sigh. “We should have skipped coffee today. The crowd is crazy.”

Lucas hands me my coffee. “Any reason why you are not driving your own car?” He asks taking a sip of his coffee.

I sip my coffee. “I’m distracted. So unless you want want to hit the road- quite literally- you better not let me drive.” I find myself zoning out in every couple of minutes especially when I am doing something boring such as driving.

Garrett laughs from behind. “He’s just sad because he doesn't have a date tonight.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes and take another sip.

“I don't need a date to get me through nights. I’m just tired.” I relax in my seat and close my eyes as Lucas starts driving.

“Yeah, well, you might be regretting it now.” Lucas says in his usual excited tone.

I open my one eye. “Regret what?”

“Selling off the freedom that you had when you were a wanted hacker.” He might not know many things about me but he is right about that. When FBI reached out to me to put an end to that chase and become an asset for the government, I couldn't deny. I was sick of running. “I mean, it took you three months to do things by legal means.” True, again. Legal ways are always time consuming. I’d still prefer illegal means over them.

Ignoring the topic, I ask, “How long until I am on my bed?”

“Just sleep. We’ll wake you up.” Garrett says from behind.

“Or carry you. Bridal style, no negotiations.” Lucas chimes with a smile. He always come up with a way to tease me yet bring a smile to my face. Reminds me of someone. Two persons, actually.

“No, thanks. I'd rather sleep in the car.” I say back.

The car stops on the signal. On our right, there are a couple of teenagers with drinks in their hands. They count to three before clashing their glasses together and—

“Merry Christmas!”

Lucas looks at me, I stare blankly at his face though I’m aware where his mind is. Garrett stares between us, getting the silent message too.

“No.” I say.

“Definately.” Lucas says.

I sigh.

Our hands rise to the middle of the car with coffees in our hands. The coffees clash together. “Merry fucking Christmas!” Lucas and Garrett sings. I only stare at them and I think I am having a ridiculous smile.

It's like the FBI sincerely wanted us to be friends. We are one unit, similar age and are given three flats in the same apartment building and on the same floor. We usually prefer to hang out in Garrett’s apartment since he's a clean freak. Lucas and me, on the other hand, are lazy and clean once a week. But Lucas knows Garrett’s kitchen more than him. When we decide to stay in and work on something together, Lucas usually cooks. I'm the incharge of explaining things or sometimes taking decisions. We form a pretty descent team.

Meaningless thoughts start forming in my mind as I drift to sleep. I am not sure if they actually carry me to bed in bridal style or not but in the middle of the night, I find myself comfortable in my bed.

My phone greets me in the morning. I take it, the things I hate the most about my work is that I have to take calls everytime, no exception. So without checking the name or number I put it to my ear.

“Uhm. I know this is no way of saying good morning but a really pretty girl is at your door. I would hit on her since you are sleeping like dead while she’s ringing your bell— wait, that rhymed, didn't it?” I groan. He clears his throats. “Anyway, she's sort of in a panicky condition. I’d advice to open the door before she breaks it.” Lucas’s voice might not be able to wake me up sometimes but his words somehow does.

A girl capable of breaking a door. Only one person comes in my mind and I shove that thought as far away as possible.

Using my hand, I set my hair temporarily as I make my way to the door.

I open the door. And the thought I shoved off is now standing in front of me in a human form. Was it really coffee I had last night?

Her breaths are unsteady. “I need you. I need your help.”

(Find all chapters of Evanescent here!)

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Yessss Agent Jake Donfort!!

What do you think?!

This might not be my best but I have debate competition tomorrow so I tried my best in the little time I had.

Anyways!!

I'm so happy for Jake.

Thanks y’all for supporting and giving me motivation to write a sequel.

I hope you like it.

Do comment! (Don’t be a silent reader, c’mon, tell me your thoughts.)

Love y’all!!

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sept+ oct media roundup

hi again :3 this month in september i was really busy with school so busy that i didnt make a media post for a whole month!!!! lol and also ive been getting back into FINAL FANTASY XIV: ENDWALKER grind lmfaooo so i wasnt really on that #mediagrind as much as i could be… but i still have some things to talk about :3 by sakshis (@.lilquill) suggestion, im also talking a bit about the music ive been listening to! this is also being crossposted onto my extremely barebones neocities

books/comics:

paladins strength by t kingfisher: m/m romance about a coroner and another former paladin! still psrt of the saint of steel series. i thought it was, once again really charming and grounded! also it involves a death room and i love those. the authors idea of 'these two characters are hiding something from each other' feels a little bit more contrived this time on pipers end, but i still had fun :3

home comforts: the art and science of keeping house by cheryl mendelson: nonfiction instructional manual on how to do various homemaking activities: cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc. ok ngl i got this book bc a book i was reading about 27/7 service..? was like "if you have never cared about housekeeping before this ones pretty useful." bc of various life and medical issues, the house i grew up in never really cared much about this kind of thing, except for cooking and self sufficiency. home comfort was written by a full time lawyer who was raised w the idea that she would grow up to be a stay at home wife, which i think is pretty interesting! it manages not to fall into tradwife ideas (imo?) by reframing these tasks as like.. a cyclical, rhythmic kind of self care that serve to make your home feel more safe and cozy. kind of like the marie kondo idea that folding all your clothes by hand puts like intent into your them; not practical for everybody, but sometimes a nice idea! also has a bunch of practical stuff, much of which is not particularly useful if you live in a college dorm. this book made me make my bed more often lol. i wish it had an updated section about tech (especially cord management)

the maid by nita prose (dnf): thriller about a (strongly autistic coded) maid who gets caught up in a murder at her hotel. i dont know i feel like i could have powered through this, but the way that the maids autism, and the way she interprets situations vs how the audience interprets situations is either played for pathos or laughs (its sometimes hard to tell which) rubbed me the wrong way. her life just… sucks? so bad? i feel like other people reading it may find some validating representation, and the voice is certainly interesting and brisk.

lolita by nabokov: doesnt really need much of an introduction. not going to lie, i read this bc i like nabokov but also to silently feel superior to all of the discourse girlies on tumblr. i did enjoy it though! in a way, at least? it's definitely a novel that can only be taken in small bites. i feel like a lot of the wordplay went over my head, and i'm not sure how much of that is due to me not knowing french and how much of it is due to the english language evolving so much after publication (and how much of it is just my own lack of knowledge. close reading is not really one of my strongest suits) . i was relieved to find that people call it funny, because it honestly was at some points. its really interesting when people can balance revulsion and humor and sick fascination, but that ratio is a pretty personal thing

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan: a retelling of the rebellion against the yuan dynasty, except the future ming emperor is a woman instead; part 1 of a duology. i really liked it! i liked the idea of like ummm sort of the two genders being Agency and No Agency. i thought baoxiang was pretty great love a fruity queerbaiting bureaucrat. thought it was pretty interesting that he continually tried to assert the importance of his own work and also worked really hard despite the fact that approval was obvioiusly never going to happen--so was it really that kind of futile endeavor, or for other ends….?! ooh so mystrious very excited to see him feature more in the second book. (spoilers for the book) some scenes that especially stood out were actually with some of the side characters! such as the mayors wife :3 the climactic scene with ouyang and esen was very delicious

he who drowned the world by shelley parker chan: sequel to she who became the sun! zhu yuanzhang has clawed her way up to her very own army and the yuans power has been destabilized, but everyone else is still racing for the crown. dude. i liked this book so freaking much. sooooo freaking cool it expands on a lot of the ideas and i also liked the development of the yingzi/yuanzhang relationship. additionally it managed to display the kind of like. trans horniness that (DISCLAIMER: I DONT FUCK) i dont really see in a lot of published books.. pretty cool! reminded me of when i went to a burlesque show and saw a woman (medical horror cwwww?) stick a needle through her hand lol. fantastically well balanced cast. do you think about the EROTICISM OF VIOLENCE? and GENDER ROLES? please read this book it made me so stressed. i really believe that at the end of the book baoxiang becomes a stay at home prisoner war

an unkindness of ghosts by rivers solomon: scifi about "exploring the conjunction between structural racism and generation ships" where medic aster uncovers a grand conspiracy! i thought the world building was reallyyy fun ship that has Been Voyaging Forever is an old and good trope, and this book goes hey but class and race will still exist though. to the point of like um recreating plantation dynamics i think? very anti utopian in a way i enjoyed. the mix of advanced scifi stuff and also having no resources was interesting :3 i liked giselle and theo a lot, and pretty much all the supporting (+sympathetic) characters besides aster? who took a lot longer for me to warm up to--shes definitely given a lot of nuance and life, but i think overly literal autistic/coded characters are a bit cringe..? im sure it meant a lot to someone (esp having a black autistic char?) just not me personally. oh but i really enjoyed the difference in voice between all the povs they were really distinct and fun. also aster and giselles rship! i think it would have been nice to have more intense moments, but thats also a personal preference for dramatics kind of thing--a lot gets glossed over in a 'past trauma' kind of way.. neil is right that i mostly have been reading books that blast you though lol. i really liked the scene at the end though like wow.. returning to the earth.. that was really good honestly. the stuff about archives and memory keeping was interesting --there was definitely like a thread through but i wouldn't have caught it w/out leo mentioning it. something about multiple interpretations..? something about history being passed from person to person rather than through physical means….?? its a strong debut i think :3 felt kinda movielike in an interesting way. rlly wish theyd went into The Gender more although i guess it mostly wasnt about that yeah and i wish the ending had more to do w like. her doctor stuff lmfao it was a little disconnected

video games:

13 sentinels: 13 teens intertwined stories come together in a story about love, mechs, and every scifi trope in the universe. also, the past and the future! the background art is sooo gorgeous i think my usual attention span for visual novels was increased significantly just by being able to walk around while dialogue was playing… if you have a low tolerance for heterosexual "pair the spares" type behavior, this may not be for you--i really liked some of the romances though, like with fuyusaka and sekigahara.. i liked the themes of like. idk you can try to relive the past, but all itll do is stall you from moving forward--we can examine past mistakes but we cant ever get a 'redo.' alsooo people were haters about the battle segments but i played it all on hard and really enjoyed it. tbh anyways would recommend!

boyfriend dungeon: dungeon crawler where you can date your weapons. well i 100%d this (except for the whip) but for all of the gameplay bits i was mostly thinking "man i wish i was playing hades". probably not a fair comparison, but it does lack some polish in that department, and overall. all the same, i enjoyed this game! it has a nice soundtrack and art, and i thought some of the love interests were pretty charming :3 also appreciated the flexibility in love routes. it really got a bad rap from the stalker plot huh…pretty solid game and worth playing if the initial concept grabs you. i did borrow neils copy though

hades: after beating bf dungeon i immediately redownloaded hades lmfao. sooo good theres not a lot to say about it. still havent managed to beat the final boss even after all this time bc im too stubborn to turn on godmode >:T

dave the diver: casual sort of dungeon crawler, except instead of killling monsters you catch fish for your sushi restaurant, which you also run. dave the diver stacks on a bunch of mechanics in a way thats… surprisingly manageable? and really charming honestly. im having a lot of fun with it :3 a few awkward boss fights that werent really that fun (and stealth segments..my enemy) havent gotten in the way of like all the rest of it i loooove exploring the ocean and finding new ways to get fish and all of the gorgeous pixel art and also the FALL GUYS GUY is doing the OST. this game is blowing up a little bit rn but honestly for good reason. such a good gameplay loop that also adds in variety over time

manga:

hirayasumi: slice of life about a part-timer working in tokyo who inherits an old womans house--its all about slowing down and enjoying the pace of life--and also how hard that actually is. dude hirayasumi is sooo fucking good im always trying to get people to read this manga i think its adorable and also beautiful and bittersweet. its about growing out of your 20s and the friends around you who are moving up or moving on or even just stuck in place. super awesome

ao no flag: romance coming of age w lgbt themes. a timid high school girl is trying to work up the courage to confess to her crush, and enlists the help of her crush's childhood friend to do it. the mixed-up shenanigans of adolescence ensue. man you know i really love the art for this manga (faces and expressions! so good!) and i think all the characters are really compelling! the trio just have such a cute dynamic and like all of the waffling over feelings honestly feels real. the ending was really disappointing though honestly. still worth a read imo but prepare to be mad. ok here is my longer rant about it (spoilers) ughhh ok its like. initially i thought masumi getting a boyfriend was SO fucking disappointing. especially given that she kinda got the least focus out of the main 4? some reddit comments were like "maybe her boyfriend is trans" but i think that something like that would be……….really complicated honestly? and something that id really want to have explored more outside of just a singular epilogue chapter? and i dont think the implications were that strong there. and given that it would have been good to see more indications that they were actually happy together bc its like the first thing you think when you see her is "oh, she gave up" WHICH IS SO FUCKING DEPRESSING AUGH and she never even confessed to futaba :| futaba and taichi breaking up makes a lot of sense and im like, whatever not really going to object to that esp bc the whole theme is like youthful love. but then on the SAME SIDE OF THE COIN its like it makes no sense for taichi and touma to get together either then!!!!!!!!!!!!! like what a copout. it kinda breaks the whole original premise. AND it feels like its just (whats that word thats like playing to? favoring?) fujos reading the comic and all those ppl are like the girl should DIE for getting in the way of my two gayboys. and aslo the convo with kensuke and the other girls and especially that other guy really felt like i was reading a reddit thread. or like some of the most frustrating conversations that ive had and overheard. like hmm i sort of get what it was trying to say. and i agree that peoples frustration and idea of whats 'right' usually isnt the best rhetoric.. and above all sometimes youre not focusing on your ideas of correctness Or proper rhetoric but having an honest and open communication? but its likeeee well i kinda dont care? sorry

nana: coming of ageish? nana, a flighty girl who's quick to fall in love, and nana, a tough rocker trying to make it big in the city, coincidentally become roommates, and become fast friends despite their disparate lives/personalities. this one is one of the classics! i still havent finished it yet (its also unfinished) but idk i really like it. always fond of flop women like hachi lmfao. the older art style did take a bit to get used to for me

i want to hold aono kun so bad i could die: horror manga about a high school girl who gets her first boyfriend--who then dies only a couple days afterwards. yuki kariya is willing to do anything to make sure aono stays with her, even letting her possess her body. but should the dead and the living really be so closely intertwined? ok the art in the first couple volumes may be a little offputting but this is REALLY good ok. and it has some really chilling panels that i love a lot. aono kun begins with the pretty classic "awkward loner girl x popular boy", but it quickly starts getting into ideas about like…. purity and "the filthiness of desire" and stuff like that. recently has been getting more into why the characters are the way they are? in some uh, really chilling and realistic depictions of abuse within a family. check the cws but mr chainsaw man recommended this manga so you should read it too.

movies/tv:

skibidi toilet: humor/action webseries?? ok so its about this war between the skibidis and the cameraheads, which escalates in technology over time as the cameraheads bring in other objecthead allies and the skibidis grow stronger. me and neil and alena watched all compiled 40 minutes of this in a straight shot, which was kind of like frying our brains in a microwave. kind of like those stickfight videos for a cocomelon generation, the relentless pacing will suck you in kinda like…. a skibidi toilet…. really well made imo but probably only worth watching if you really like cool fights and/or gmod

the shining: prestige? slash? horror a father and his family take care of a hotel only to find out things are FUCKED.. i really didnt know what this was about besides the here's johnny scene before i watched it :3 pretty crazy it really just is a good movie. sucks that the filming was so terrible though

fight club: ok so to me this movie is about colelctive action and gay people. like they had so many people mobilized for radical action and whatever and all they did was blow up a bank. LAME! anyways i really liked it a lot despite the everything. ive been entering my film bro era with neil i hope we watch pulp fiction next <3

music:

this is a couple albums ive been listening to over the past couple months!

THE CLOD(瓦合) by no party for cao dong: taiwanese post rock. im a big fan of this band so i listened to a bunch of the album tracks as they released!! like the first album, each track flows together into a coherent whole, and it retains the upbeat despondency from the servile. however, it feels like theyve also been more willing to branch out musically! especially with tracks like damn and daydream. overall, the album has a grittier, grungier feeling as well. also i know more chinese so i can sing along a bit now :3 (also, their lyric translations are always so good?) a few highlight tracks for me are lie (床) and the human the hole and the mountain. (人洞山).

CRAWLER by idles: british "crankwave", whatever that means. idles is also a band that i really like :3 sometimes i try and listen to other things in its genre and im like well…. this isnt idles though… sorry.. i like things that are the same forever…. i listen to this music a lot when im cleaning haha. it has such a feeling of overwhelm and tearing through rock bottom thats very satisfying! crawling hurts but it works for me and so on. with crawler and the clod both, every time i listen i have a couple favorite new tracks but rn i like the end and progress.

UMURANGI GENERATION OST primarily by adolf nomura: jungle music for a photography-based game (umurangi means "red sky" in te reo). i mostly end up listening to the tutorial + mauao view tracks. well….. i have a huge jungle music bias. unfortunately. but i think a lot of this music really captures the sort of "flow" feeling that you get when working on something creative! this game has an incredible sense of atmosphere i would really recommend checking it out. highlight tracks are swears in ps1 and BEAT THE POLICE

SCALES by king isis: indie pop. i saw them perform live at a concert this august!! so freaking cool :3 to me has all of the self indulgent sadness and rich vocals of an early mitski track but ALSO is an ''indie gem''' (this is their debut album). songs are fun to sing along to :3 my favorite songs from her are 4 leaf clover and im fine thx for asking! but apparently their new mv has sexy vampires in it so maybe go check it out?

as always if you read (or skimmed) to the end, thanks :3

[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

[Other fun scenarios I thought of for Mortal!End include: The End going to a diner and asking to “consume the collected remnants of the unborn.” In other words, they want an omelette.

Them tripping and scraping their knee and actually crying on the floor because this is the first time they’ve felt physical pain.

Them going to an amusement park because it’s the highest concentration of chaos they can find. They ride a roller coaster and are terrified that their fragile mortal body will be flung from it and they will perish. Thankfully, they survive. They find themself going on the rides again and again. Totally not because they’re having fun.

They meet Tangle the Lemur and proceed to absolutely despise her. They thought SONIC was annoying. How dare this lemur enjoy life and spread happiness and chaos where she goes.

The End is surprised to find that mortals don’t consume food with death lasers. They just put it into their mouth-holes.

They meet Metal Sonic and are intrigued by him. Is he truly “alive?” Can he be considered a living thing if his existence is spent trying to copy another? At least he’s far more orderly and emotionless than his counterpart. They dress as the Grim Reaper for Halloween.

They would either hate Shadow or weirdly get along with him. There is no in-between.

They find that they enjoy laying on peaceful, grassy fields. It’s very calm. Perhaps existence has some order to it after all. Looking at the night sky is nice, too.

Eventually, maybe they find people they care about. Maybe they learn to enjoy life as much as the other mortals. They learn that the chaos is just another part of order. Or maybe they shouldn’t. How would they feel when they realize they snuffed out countless precious lives? Countless beautiful worlds? Maybe it’s a mercy that they stay ignorant. Could they live with the guilt? Maybe they lost their chance to be a part of existence long ago.

Anyway I think it would be neat if they were a purple crow with red eyes]

[Hi!! Sorry for sitting on this ask for so long—I wasn't sure how to clean up all these answers into something presentable, so you know what? Here they are, as is!

[Omelette] The diner goes silent, but the cook understands Them immediately ldnfndhddg

[Pain] *GTA Wasted sound effect* fjkdkd and They think we're the weak ones

[Rollercoaster] Oughhg that's cute and so fitting with the angle I write Them from—They think They know everything about mortal life, but there's some things you can't understand or judge without trying them yourself!

[Tangle] "You fling yourself into mortal peril with nothing but your rubber-band tail. For fun. What is wrong with you" gfhjk

[Eating] Oh They find the whole digestive process disgusting and convoluted, and for what? To convert energy into something your cells can sustain themselves with? What a pitiful existence to deal with

[Metal Sonic] My End considers Sage alive, so I'd say the same goes for Metal. And oh yeah, They would've much preferred having Metal as "the key" lol

[Halloween] They run into Metal wearing the same costume and they fight brutally to determine who has to change kdhfgbd

[Shadow] Tbh, I'm not sure how I'd answer if someone send an ask as Shadow. Out of all the main cast, he's probably the one who's dealt with death the most, and I'm scared of cheapening that. But if they met in-person, I think The End would try to ask him why he endures the crappy hand life's dealt him... only for Shadow to start kicking, cus he knows an evil god in Mobian form when he sees one (even if he can't remember why)

[Fields] Oh that's a wonderful image... Them starting to appreciate Earth's version of quiet, even if They'd still prefer absolute quiet. There's bugs chirping, the grass itches, and there's pesky bright dots breaking up the darkness... but maybe it's nice in its own way.

[Guilt] Man. No notes.

[Crow] Aaaa a crow would really fit them! Minor spoilers for the eventual art, but unfortunately I've already chosen a mammal for Their mortal form. God I hope it's worth the wait fdghj

Thanks for all this, and for your massive patience!!]

-- Mod Nothing

[compudescamso3000]

2023

It's been a while (not to say a couple of years...) ever since i been on tumblr, like for real. Looking for something in my old posts... i couldn't help but realize how bad i felt back then...

(and how cringe my english was)

Althought i can't say i'm fully happy now, i'm just a bit less bad... i hope i'm in the right way? I had some post full of hope over what the future was holding for me, making it even sadder how everything turned out now that i'm ... stepping on the time it was supposed to be my future, how my soul was crushed over and over.

Seeing in those posts how i went from someone who happily wanted to sing and that would sing as easily as breathing, to someone who could barely speak a word, whose voice would just have a limited time for speaking, a limited amount of words to say per day. More than a 5 min talk would leave me with a sore throat for days...

The source of high amount of my sadness been gone for 2 and half years now, not that i'm happy over her departure, i'm ... living a more peaceful life trying to understand how to be a person.

It's unbelievabe how trying to make your parents happy can break a person to the point that doesn't awknoledge it's own self, how easy it's to break someone else to the point that desires to die, but knows that attempting to make it happen, if failing, would lead to worse consequences from those that's already experiencing.

I wish i was braver...

"you better be using your phone only to sales"/"who you talking to? is it for a sale?" so i literally had to stop socializing

"everything you have, it was me who paid for it" so i basically stopped using much of my stuff

"come to the kitchen i want to tell you something" every couple of mins bc the 'something' was never told, so i ended up staying staring at the nothingless waiting to hear something that would never be said, to the point i barely laid a feet in my room but to sleep.

"you're useless, you do nothing, you're not helping at all and i'm paying for everything" but... i did DO a lot of stuff, house cleaning, laundry, sales, grocery shopping and most of the cooking, plus the sales picking up and organize the items... the sales itself the pricing the package the dropping at the post office.

"you know nothing/everthing you say you're wrong" then i stopped answering questions, i stopped giving my opinion

"you don't listen when i'm calling you" so i stopped listening to music

"you're drawing? that's a waste of time you're supposed to be studying" so i stopped doing it as well or if i wanted it so bad i had to sacrifice time from my sleep after SHE went sleep... "you can paint/draw on these stuff to sell" yeah, of course, when it was HER gaining money out of my work she was totaly up to me drawing...

"i'm going out to x place with x, i'll be back at x time" "are you sure you wanna go?"x500 times on a row till i say "you know what? i'm staying" so i barely went out in my life, and now the parent that's still around is *concerned* about me not leaving the house... oh dear god, i asked for his help more times that i can remember, and he never said a thing.

So... at the end, the career i was so proud about, the one that made my heart happy, i was silently forced to drop it, because i had to skip classes, because i coulnd't socialize and make connections, because i had NO time to do the one thing needed for it ... which was 'training my ears', because i wasn't let study. I changed for a career she'd be happy about, naive enought to thing she'd let me time to study for it... Only to realize she would expect me to answer messages from and about the sales page 24/7: while on classes, while being asleep (yes, i even had to wakeup to answer...), only for her to answer whatever thing pleased her even if i told her exactly what to say, because of course, she knew better. Even if it was my working, i wouldn't get paid or be able to decide what to bring to sell, i was not owner of my own money, because i had no bank account.

So i became silent, i stayed in standby mode sitting as a stuppid NPC awaited to be spoken to, seeing how my life was crushed and not knowing how to pick up the pieces. Sacrificing my sleeptime was the only hope to socialize... but when you sleep only 5~6 hours it's a terrible idea.

I'm broken, inside and outside. And it's sad to admit that i never attempted suicide because i knew that despite knowing that the treatment i recived was because 'i'm not a boy', the consequences i'd have to suffer were going to be even worse, i only lived because of Infinite, because sacrificing my sleeping time to listen to their music was the only thing warming my heart, and my dreams the second main source of happines/freedom i had.

After her departure, i ... filled a void in my soul by buying dolls, damn, first time deciding how to use my money...

Took me a while to realize i owned my time, that i could listed to music... the last year or so... music sprung in my heart making me sing again, can't sing or speak for long but, still i can...

Now, i've purchased a mic, not fancy, but it works, in hope to record my singing, to encourage myself to get back to the keyboard or the strings.

I've came to realize that my room, that was always my safe place, was as well my prison, my cage, it took me about a year to be able to stay in my room to read, or hear music, or write. I've been attempting to sing in here (where my pc is...) i feel anxious, and suffocated, can't find my voice, feel worthless, i forget... bloody hell, now i need to be able to feel safe in here again?

.........

Damn, i didn't expect to write such long text... but yeah, 29 years to come to awknodledge that what i knew as 'normal' was a lie, suffering of allergies in a chronic way, it an endless pain with around 30 different simphtoms i been able to identify that doctors have no idea about... because they only think allergies=instant death

[cricksims]

Borowski Legacy - 1920

Amelia feels like a watermelon. She's barely at the final stretch of this pregnancy and she's already ready for it to be over.

Then she hears a knock at her door.

And sees a face she didn't think she'd ever see again.

"Amelia-" Olive says before the woman cuts her off with a swift kick.

Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean she's going to let this tramp take AJ!

"Amelia!" Olive stops her. "I'm not hear to take Raymond away from you-"

"Abel Junior."

"What?" Olive asks.

"AJ is his name. What the hell do you want?" Amelia sneers.

"Please, Amelia. Let me come inside. Ecplain everything to you. Please, I'm begging."

Amelia sighs. Why should she give this woman a chance? She caused the death of her brother!

But God, Amelia is so tired of being alone.

She lets Olive inside.

"So. What is it?" Amelia says shortly.

Olive heaves a sigh. "I'm im hiding, just like you. After you killed my husband-"

"He deserved it," Amelia interrupts.

Olive rolls her eyes. "I am not saying he did not. But I did steal his family's wealth. A lot of it. Then I came here to find my baby. Amelia, please. I know you loathe me. But I'm in hiding. You know what they will do to me if they found out? Worse than what the law would do to you! Please, just let me stay in your home. I shall cook, clean, and take over Raymond- I mean, AJ's care. Please, Amelia. I'm begging you."

Amelia just laughs.

"Why shouldn't I just send you on your way? Especially after what you did to my brother."

Olive is on the brink of tears. "I swear I did not send for his death, Amelia. That was Jerry, I swear. I had nothing to do with the matter. I loved Abel. I did not want to admit because at the time I loved money more. Now that I have all the money I could wish for... I am still unhappy, Amelia. I am so awfully lonely. I madr a mistake, rejecting your brother. But please, I will do anything. Don't make me go back out on the streets."

Amelia hates this woman, but she knows how she feels. Amelia was just as unhappy.

"Fine. But you are doing all the housework. And the cooking."

Olive claps her hands together.

"Oh, thank you, Amelia! I am forever in your debt, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Amelia rolls her eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Things are silent between them for a moment.

Olive breaks the silence. "Maybe we could even be girl friends."

Amelia laughs. "You are quite the comic, Olive."

Olive rolls her eyes. More silence. She breaks it again.

"Can I see him?"

Amelia quirks her eyebrow, "Huh?"

"Can I see my baby? I have not seen him in so long... you do not know what that does to a mother. Not yet, anyways."

Amelia huffs. "Fine. I will bring you to him."

Before they get up, Olive says, "Amelia Borowski with child. I thought I would never see the day. Is Sonny the father?"

"Shut up." Amelia shuts her down.

[voidfairy8008]

Arranged Marriage AU | 18+

-Age Gap, Sexual Content, Harsh Language.

It had been a few months since Sakura was arranged to marry a 29 year old CEO, she had just turned 18 the week before they married. When she first discovered this, she was upset at her parents for arranging for her to marry in the first place.

But when she discovered he was 12 years her senior, the girl cried after finding out, she thought he was going to use her and mistreat her.

But after they got married, he wasn't like that at all, he was caring, sweet and never overstepped her boundaries, he worked on the weekends and spent most of the week with her.

He knew she was a virgin, but he never pressured her to have sex with him on their wedding night, and during the honeymoon, he spoiled her rotten.

They split the Chores 50/50, and they had no issues, Sakura Appreciated him for being so kind to her, she knew he was strong enough to overpower a small girl like her, he had a strict workout routine.

And Despite being 12 years apart, they had many things in common, like exercise and did it together sometimes.

And even though he was the main breadwinner, he didn't mind if she got a job or decided to be a Stay at home wife. And she chose the latter because she enjoyed being at home with him.

Her Parents put a lot of pressure on her to cook for him and clean for him 24/7, but The rules her husband made was so that she wasn't a maid/cleaning service and she was just his wife, Simply at that.

And while he was grateful her parents arranged for her to marry him, he never got along with them because of how they mistreated their daughter and he always stood up for her.

Chapter 2:

It was his 30th birthday and Sakura decided to cook for him, and during cooking she thought about the night, and she felt ready to give her husband her virginity, so while running errands, she went grocery shopping and bought some condoms for them to use.

She knew he Had Sexual Relations with other women before her, but he always used protection with these women, that's what he told her.

But if they went raw, and he didn't pull out then she would get pregnant and the plan was to wait until she was in her 20's to try for a baby.

So that was the safest option for the time being, he came home that evening and enjoyed his birthday dinner.

And after dinner she made sure he felt taken care of and pampered, she gave him a back massage and bought him the wine he liked.

Later that night, she took a shower after him and dolled herself up, Putting on a skin tight Nightgown, she had no bra or underwear on, put on her best smelling perfume and put on some lipstick.

She felt comfortable around him and felt she was ready to give him her virginity.

She grabbed a condom, hid it behind her back and came out of the bathroom, she saw that he was on his computer, probably checking emails.

🌸: Sweetie.

🍅:Just a second Baby, I'm almost done.

She closed the Computer shut, and he looked at her a bit annoyed at first but after looking at her, he turned a bit red.

🌸: This is my birthday present to you, I'm ready...

🍅: are you sure that you're ready? If you're still not ready that's okay.

🌸: no I'm ready! I thought about this for the past week and I felt better about revealing myself to you...

🍅:...

🌸:...

It was silent for a couple of seconds, Sakura thought she was being over bearing, she was about to tell him to forget about it when he pulled her in and kissed her.

🍅: Alright Then, whatever you want My dear.

She pulled the condom from behind her back and asked him to be gentle, he nodded and had a smirk on his face, she turned red and she kissed him.

He started touching her all over, grabbed her ass and grabbed firmly on her breasts, he had been waiting to do this, showing love to her body.

He Laid her on the bed and kissed her all over her body, he lifted up her nightgown and kissed her neck all the way to her stomach.

He stopped to look at the girl, her giggles and very pink face made him laugh as well.

🍅: Are you liking this?

🌸: Hehe~ I'm enjoying it, are you?

🍅: yes, Definitely. This was a very good idea for a birthday present you know?

🌸: I'm glad you like it, I tried to look especially nice for you.

🍅: you always look nice darling.

He Came up to suck on her breasts, which made her moan, and occasionally Licking her nipples. The girl loved it and got louder which made him do it more.

This made her very wet, but she tried to hide it by closing her legs, but his fingers got there first, he carefully placed a finger in her and felt inside of her and felt she was wet.

🍅: You're Wet, do you like it when I lick your nipples?

🌸:... Yes I do!

🍅: do you want me to lick somewhere else?

🌸: yes! Lick me down there!

🍅: alright, but just to warn you, I'm not very good at Cunnilingus

He spread her legs wide and started Licking her clit, she knew he lied as the overwhelming pleasure was too much and the girl came almost instantly.

🍅: did you cum?

🌸: I think so...

🍅: you must really like being licked, I don't know why you enjoyed it, I'm not all that good.

🌸: ugh~! Stop lying!!

🍅: yeah, I know I was just messing with you.

His smile made her get up to kiss him.

He opened the condom pack and put it on, the girl looked a bit nervous.

🍅: don't be nervous, just like you requested I'll be gentle.

🌸: okay~

🍅: can I put it in?

🌸: yes.

As he put it in, she felt how big he was and almost came, He started going slow, and judging by his face, she was tight, and he hadn't had sex in a long while.

He only started going a bit faster when she grabbed on to him, her touch turned him on and he picked up pace.

He leaned down to suck her breasts and went faster, she got very loud, and constantly yelled his name in pure pleasure, she was glad it didn't hurt like she expected.

As he sucked her breasts, she kissed him on the head, and whispered to him how much she loved and appreciated him.

In the end they came together, and afterwards he laid on her chest for a while, as she kissed his head. They were like this for a while.

Later they were laying in bed next to each other.

🍅: Did you enjoy it?

🌸: Of course, I'm glad you were my first time... You took good care of me.

🍅: Of course, it's important to take care of the person you're having sex with.

🍅: did you find things you liked as well?

🌸: Yeah, but I still want to try more things.

🍅: of course, we can experiment.

They kissed and slept in each other's arms, ending the night perfectly.

End♥︎

[urdinosaurs]

hi, can you pls write a drabble or hcs on what simon’s ideal date would be with fem reader? (she can be part of 141, or she could be civilian, i don’t have a preference) 🥰 love your writing btw!!

thank you and of course this is such a cute idea! ♡

→ if i'm being honest, i don't think simon's ever been on a date. sure, he's entertained the idea, wanted to before joining the military, but afterwards, the idea dissolved along with his need for romance. he figured that no one in their right mind would want to date him or even stay longer than a quick fuck, so he let the fantasy rot in the back of his mind. until he met you.

→ regarding what he would want on a date, it would be something simple, something at home like making dinner (even though he can't cook) or watching a movie. simon isn't a man to buy into the stereotypical romance he sees in movies. taking someone out to dinner seems like a waste of time and money, cliché and horribly dull.

→ staying inside, however, tending to you in the intimacy of your apartment, wrapped in your warmth as a movie plays on the tv, is his idea of an ideal night.

→ however, what he would actually do if he found the time when he was back from leave to take you on a date is completely different. simon would step out of his comfort zone for you and plan a date at a high-end restaurant based on the assumption that you like that kind of thing. he's heard the men he works with talking about taking their wives and girlfriends out. they all seem to enjoy the pampering and attention from it, so why wouldn't you?

→ no matter how cheesy he thinks it is, he'll still make the reservation, reassured by the fact that you'll like it because google and every dating article tells him it's the kind of thing women want. and who would he be if he didn't put every fiber of his being into pleasing you? because, god, he would do anything for you.

→ so despite his uncomfortableness about being around so many people without the surgical mask he usually wears in public, he'd take you to the kind of place you only see in movies, clean up nicer than he's used to, and sit through an incredibly expensive dinner because simon wants to treat you right (even though he would gladly take you somewhere fancy again if it means seeing you in that dress).

→ all simon wants is for you to have some of the normalcy everyone else's relationships have, everything yours lacks, and the conventional aspects he's never there to give you. it is his way of showing you how much he cares for you and how far he is willing to go to make you happy. he wants to give you everything, so if that means sitting in a restaurant for a few hours, he'll push every self-reservation aside and give you the most corny romantic night of your life.

→ only to find out later, after you thanked him but asked him why he did all this, you would have been just as happy sitting in the apartment watching a movie.

→ he's stunned at first, saying in a gruff, slightly confused tone. "i thought women liked this stuff."

→ you chuckled and told him you only wanted to spend time with him. you didn't need a grand gesture to know that he cared because it didn't matter what you two did as long as you did it together.

→ his heart would melt with an appreciation he couldn't even begin to explain or comprehend. "should've told me that earlier, love," he muttered, unsure how to express the gratitude gnawing at his chest. on the ride home, he's silent, turning over your words in his mind with fondness and an inward smile.

→ it's then that you both learn something new about each other: your shared love for small and simple gestures and your need for quality time. so, when you arrive at your apartment, you wrap yourselves in blankets, snuggle up next to each other in pajamas, and watch a movie to finish off an already perfect date night.

[itsdanii]

Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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hi, so sorry this took so long. i had such a long week but i hope this makes you happy :)

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Brownies - Hwang Jun-ho

"i'm not sure where she could've gone, jun-ho. i'm sorry but i have to go. i hope you find her." and with that, your sister ended the call. what was supposed to be a fun and safe night away had turned into a endless search. your sister had called you to come hang out at her husband's bar so that you could relax from all of the stress your upcoming wedding has put on you. a couple drinks had lead you to become the stumbling mess you are now. sighing, jun-ho decided to just head home and to check if you're there before staying out all night looking. as the car pulled into the driving way, something had caught his eye. the living room light was on. he knew he turned it off before he left because he silently debated himself if he should leave it on or off; he chose off. "i really hope that she's home and that's not just someone breaking into my house." he mumbled before stepping out of the car. when he got to the door, the smell of something burning filled his nose. "oh my god." he gasped, opening the door quickly. "crap, i burnt the brownies." a sigh of relief left jun-ho's mouth at the sight that welcomed him. there you were, pouting at your misfortune. "baby, where have you been? i was looking all over for you." you giggled at your fiancée, feeling yourself falling in even more love. "here, cooking you brownies!" you exclaimed, as he approached you. setting his hands on your hips, jun-ho kissed your fourhead kindly. "they burnt though..." you mumbled. "it's okay we'll make more, baby." with that, he removed his hand from you and took the brownies out of the oven. he cleaned the kitchen mess up, disposing the burnt chocolate. "lets make more now!" you shouted, jumping into jun-ho's arms. chuckling, he patted your back. "no, you need rest, we'll make some tomorrow." he reasoned, pushing a strand hair behind your ear. you pouted, stomping your foot. "no, now. i'm not tired." he sighed before shaking his head. "no, tomorrow. i've had a long day at work and i would like to rest. we don't have time to make brownies, baby." he tried his best to sound gentle, but you were so stubborn. "now." you demanded. "you don't h-ave to watch me." you slurred. "see baby? you're already getting sleepy. let's just go to bed." you whined, tugging his head since your arms were still around his neck. "keep whining baby and we're not going to do anything tomorrow." he whispered lowly. the tone in his voice proved that he was serious. you huffed, crossing your arms. "fine." you grumbled and you slung your arms over his shoulders once more. "do you want me to carry you, baby?" you nodded tiredly, against his chest. "let's get you to bed."