#and then I’ll try to forget and move on

[philosophicalparadox]

Don’t forget guarding. You will guard an area that’s injured, especially in a fight. It’s instinct. Leg broken? Well put the rest of the body in the way. It’s not actually a wise instinct to leave unfettered in a fight, for that reason, but even trained professionals will still try to guard an injury.

This applies to any circumstances though. Animal bites you on the hand? Clutch it to the chest, then move it far away from the thing. Car hits you in the thigh? Get up and try to walk it off, but angle in such a way you can magically protect it with an arm (like that’s going ti stop a car hitting me again lol)

Descriptions of this behavior work well for whump too. I’ll let y’all be imaginative about that one

Being a whump writer means having to find a new way to say “it hurts” over and over again.

[insidekatmind]

Trapped in Tenerife~Nicholas Chavez

Wearing: +18,smut, angst and sweet.

Request: yes!

The air in the room is dense, almost suffocating, even though the balcony door is wide open. The sound of ocean waves mixes with the rapid beating of your heart. You've just stepped into the hotel room, suitcase still clutched in your hand, when you see him. Nicholas is there, standing next to the bed, wearing the same incredulous expression you must have.

You freeze in the doorway, unable to move. You're sure the travel agent said the reservation was in your name only. But clearly, something has gone wrong.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, sighing. “Tell me this is a joke.”

His voice is the same as always, and for a moment, it pierces your chest. Six months. Six months without hearing from him, without seeing him, trying to put yourself back together. And now, here he is, in the same room you both booked before everything fell apart.

You force yourself to stay composed. “I thought the reservation was only for me.”

“So did I.” His jaw tightens. “Apparently not.”

You drop your suitcase by the door and cross your arms. He's dressed casually—jeans, a tight black t-shirt that highlights his toned physique. The Nicholas you knew always dressed well, but this rougher look makes him even more dangerous. More attractive, though you don’t want to admit it.

“Look, let’s handle this like adults,” he says, stepping forward. “I’ll call the front desk and get another room.”

You nod because it’s the only logical thing to do. But then you watch as he picks up the phone, scrolls through the screen, and then lets it drop onto the bed with a curse.

“Tell me there's no issue.”

“They’re fully booked.” His voice is tense.

Your skin chills despite the island heat. “What do you mean, ‘fully booked’?”

“It means we’re stuck here. Together.”

The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife. You step away from the bed and head toward the balcony, gasping for air. The wind tousles your hair, but it’s not enough to shake off the claustrophobia creeping up your spine.

“We can divide the space,” you say without turning around. “I’ll take the bed, you sleep on the couch.”

“Not a chance. I paid for this too.”

You spin around, glaring at him. “And so did I.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment before shaking his head with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re still the same. Stubborn to the end.”

His bitter laugh hits you harder than any insult. Because yes, you are still the same. The same person who, six months ago, watched your relationship crumble under the weight of arguments, misunderstandings, and suffocating silences.

The Fire Beneath the Ashes

Time passes, but the tension doesn’t fade. Nicholas lies on the bed, one arm behind his head, while you stubbornly sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone without really looking.

“You know what’s funny?” he suddenly says.

You sigh. “Enlighten me.”

“We swore this trip would be our fresh start.”

You stiffen. Yes. That was the plan. A getaway to rediscover each other, to put the pieces back together. But it was already too late.

“It was supposed to be different,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

Nicholas props himself up on one elbow. “And it would’ve been if you hadn’t given up.”

His accusation strikes you like a dagger. You stare at him, and in his eyes, you see the reflection of all the pain you tried to forget. “Me?” you echo, incredulous. “You pushed me away. You shut me out.”

He gets up in one fluid motion, stepping too close. “That’s not true.”

His scent envelops you, and for a moment, everything rushes back—the nights spent laughing, hands intertwined under the covers, whispered promises in the dark. But those moments were washed away by reality.

You take a step back, but your shoulders hit the wall. Nicholas is right in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Tell me you feel nothing,” he murmurs.

The words catch in your throat.

Then, suddenly, he steps away. He takes a deep breath and sits back on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“We just need to survive this night,” he says, not looking at you.

You turn back toward the couch, your heart pounding, knowing you won’t sleep at all. Because the problem isn’t the room. It’s not the hotel.

It’s the fact that, despite everything, Nicholas Chavez is still inside you.

And you don’t know how to get him out.

Night comes and you both were lying on the bed. It was hot so he was shirtless and you were wearing short pajama shorts and a bra.Nicholas lies on his back, the cotton sheets barely covering his body. The air conditioning hums, trying to keep the room cool, but it's not enough.

He glances over at you, the tension between you palpable. His gaze roams over your bare legs, the curve of your back, and he has to resist the urge to reach out. Instead, he closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of the waves outside.You shift slightly, drawing his attention. Your legs brush against his for a brief moment, and he feels an electric jolt travel through his body. He swallows, trying to shake off the sensation, but it lingers.

Then he rolls onto his side, facing you. His eyes follow the lines of your body, tracing the curves of your hips, the slope of your back. You feel his gaze and shiver involuntarily.

He sees your reaction and his heart aches. He remembers the moments when his touch had the same effect on you, when you would melt under his touch.

He reaches out tentatively, his fingers just skimming the bare flesh of your hip. Your skin is soft and warm, the touch sending a shiver of desire through him.You hesitate for a moment, the ghost of his touch on your skin. You want to move away, to break the contact, but something holds you in place.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but it's pointless. You know it. He knows it. Neither one of you can deny the chemistry that still simmers between you.

You leaned into his touch and sighed. Your sigh catches him off guard, and he feels his heart speed up. He had expected you to pull away, to push him back. But instead, you lean into him. Your body is so close that he can almost feel the beat of your heart.His fingers gently trail upwards, tracing the outline of your ribs, feeling the way your breathing quickens in response.

He tries to keep himself under control, but the more he feels of you, the harder it gets. He wants to pull you closer, to drown in the feel of you, to forget everything that has happened.

He presses his palm against your stomach, feeling the muscles clenching in response. You’re so close, he can almost feel the heat radiating off your body.“Nik” You whispered using his nickname.

A shiver ran down his spine as you whisper his name. It sounds different on your lips softer, more intimate. He leans in slightly, his heart pounding in his chest.His hand slides up your side, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. “Yeah?” he responds, his voice low and gravelly.

“I missed you,” you whispered. Your confession hits his like a punch to the gut. He closes his eyes, wrestling with the emotions surging through him. For six months, he’d denied how much he missed you, the sound of your laugh, the way you fit so perfectly against him, the way you knew him better than anyone else.His hand moves to your hip, gripping it tightly. “I missed you too,” he rasped.

You turned to look at him and hugged him. He wraps his arms around you instinctively, pulling you against him. Your body presses against his chest, and he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply.

The familiar scent of you floods his senses, bringing back a rush of memories. He holds you tighter, not wanting to let go."I never stopped thinking about you," he murmurs.

You cling to him, feeling the strength and warmth of his body. It feels wrong and right at the same time.

His hands run over your back, tracing patterns on your skin. He kisses your forehead, your temple, the sensitive spot below your ear. Each touch is like a match igniting a spark within you. The fire burns brighter, consuming you both.

Your body betrays you, responding to his touch as if no time has passed. Your skin ignites wherever he touches you, and you arch into him, seeking more.

His hands roam your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves. You feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, the familiar ache building inside you.You look at him longingly as you caress his cheek.

His stubble brushes against your fingertips, a rough contrast to the softness of your touch. His eyes meet yours, their usual dark intensity even more apparent.

He covers your hand with his, bringing it to his mouth. He presses a kiss against your wrist, his lips lingering against your pulse point.He looks at you as if he wants to say something, but the words won’t come. So he lowers his head and kisses you instead.

The kiss starts off soft, tentative, almost as if he’s holding back. But then he deepens it, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and all restraint melts away.You moaned into the kiss and straddled him as you deepened the kiss even more. He groaned as you straddled him, his hands immediately going to your hips. He pulls you closer, his fingers sinking into your flesh. The kiss is desperate and needy, six months of pent-up desire pouring out.

He rolls you onto your back, his body pressing against yours, his weight pinning you down. He breaks the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, nipping at your pulse point.You moan softly and touch his muscles.

He shivers under your touch, every muscle in his body tensing in response. Your hands feel like fire on his skin, igniting a trail of desire wherever they go.

Nicholas kisses his way down your body, worshipping every inch of you. He sucks at your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin, marking you without even realizing it.

Nicholas takes off your bra and throws it on the floor to lick and suck your nipples. You moaned as you felt his tongue working its magic. "Nik" you moaned as you touched his hair. He growled at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound stoking the fire inside him. Hearing you moan for him was almost enough to send him over the edge.

He teased your nipple with his tongue, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive bud. His hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and commanding. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've missed this so much."

He shifts to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. His touch is both gentle and insistent, driving you crazy. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer as you arch into him.

"I've missed you so much," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I never stopped thinking about you."

You moaned and grinded on his erection. “You too,” you whispered. His breath hitches as you grind against him, his body responding to yours automatically. He can feel your heat through his sweatpants, and it drives him crazy.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "You're going to be the death of me."He immediately takes off your pajama shorts and underwear and quickly pulls down his boxers. He moves with purpose, his actions almost feral. He can’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. Your bodies are pressed together, his heat seeping into you.

He kisses you hard, his hand gripping your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist. And then he’s right there, his tip pressed against your entrance, both of you trembling on the edge of pleasure. He entered you with a sharp thrust making both of you moan. “I forgot how nice and tight it was,” Nicholas moaned.

He begins rocking into you, his movements hard and relentless. Each thrust is punctuated by a low moan from his throat. It's as if his control is slipping.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, holding onto him tightly. It's as if you're both desperate to merge into one being.

You scratched his chest, moaning. “So good,” you moaned. Your nails dig into his skin, and he hisses through gritted teeth. The sting of your nails only adds to the pleasure, leaving his skin marked and red.

He presses his face against your neck, his mouth moving against your skin. "You feel so good," he groans, his voice ragged. "I've never wanted anyone like this."The intensity of his movements, his ragged breathing, all speak of his desperation. It's as if he's been starved for too long, and he can’t get enough of you.

His hands are everywhere, touching you, gripping you, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. "I wanted this, I always did," he whispers in between kisses.

He's lost to the sensations, completely consumed by the moment. There's no time for words, only touch and sensation. He kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring and possessing.His pace quickens, each thrust harder than before. But he can feel himself getting closer, approaching the edge. He wants to draw this out, to savor every moment.

He pulls back slightly, looking down at you. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch surprisingly tender. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You whimpered and caught him in a kiss again. Your whimper ignites a raw hunger within him, and he kisses you back with fervor. His mouth roves over yours, claiming you, owning you.

He holds you tightly, his body pressed against yours, as if he never wants to let you go. Each kiss is a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel every inch of you.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, as if he's igniting a flame deep within you. You scratch your nails over his back, leaving marks as he kisses you. The feeling of him so close, his body melding with yours, is enough to drive you insane.You screamed and he fucked you harder. "Baby I'm cumming" you moaned.

He's completely lost in the moment. The sound of you calling him “baby” and the feel of your body writhing beneath him pushes him closer to the edge."Oh god," he whispers, his movements growing more erratic. "I'm gonna... I can't last..."

You moaned and scratched his back. “Come with me,” you whispered.

Your words, combined with the way your body writhes beneath him, is enough to make both of them come. He collapsed against you, his body trembling. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, neither of you speak, simply basking in the afterglow.

He looks at you, his eyes soft. “That was…” he trails off, unable to find the words. “Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing.”You smile and run your fingers through his hair. “I forgot how good it could be,” you say softly. For a moment, everything feels perfect.

He hugs you tighter, his arms wrapped securely around you. He nuzzles against your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. "I love you," he whispers, the words slipping out effortlessly.You felt your heart pounding and smiled. "Me too," you whispered.

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of tenderness and surprise. He hadn’t meant to say it, but the feelings had welled up inside him, and he couldn’t keep them locked away any longer.

Hearing you say it back makes his heart swell. "Really?" he asks, disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply, cradling his face in your hands. "I never stopped." You brush a strand of hair off his forehead, a small, loving gesture.He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours. "I was an idiot," he says softly. "I let you go when I should have fought for you."

"We were both idiots," you reply, a mix of sadness and acceptance in your voice. "It's just...I thought you didn't want me anymore.""That's the furthest thing from the truth," he says fiercely, taking your face in his hands. "I've always wanted you. Even when I pushed you away, even when I tried to convince myself I didn't, I did. It was killing me."

"Why didn't you say something then?" you ask, your voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you were done with me."

"Pride. Fear. Stupidity," he lists off, his grip on you tightening. "I was an idiot. I thought I could just move on, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Why are you telling me this now?" you ask, your voice quivering slightly. The wound he had left had only healed over, and now he was ripping off the scab.

"Because I can't pretend anymore," he says, his voice growing louder. "I can't keep acting like I don't care, like I don't miss you every second. I thought if I could keep you at a distance, it would make it easier, but it just made it worse."You're silent for a moment, his words sinking in. You had spent months trying not to think about him, trying to move on, and now he was there, telling you everything you had wanted to hear but never expected to hear.

You gave him a little smile and a sweet kiss. He melts into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours. The feel of your lips against his, the way your body molds into his - it’s as if the months apart never happened.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “What does this mean now?” he asks gruffly.

“Let's get back together,” you whispered. His heart swells at your words, and a wave of emotion washes over him. He pulls you closer, his grip tight and possessive.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough with the effort of holding back the hope surging through him.You nod and caress his cheek, your touch gentle. "I'm sure," you say softly. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you."

He kisses you again, his lips moving over yours with a mix of tenderness and desperation. "I love you," he whispers, the words carrying the weight of all he has felt over the past six months. "I swear I'll never let you go again."He tucks his head against your shoulder, holding you tight as he breathes in the scent of your hair. For a long while, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the sound of your mingled breaths.

The weight of everything that’s gone unspoken seems to lift from his shoulders. He had carried it for so long, and now, being able to hold you and tell you he loves you is like a balm to his soul.

[bunnliix]

When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Eighteen

I didn't think I'd go this long without posting for this, or at all, but life kinda killed me ngl, and so did school. But I'm alive and here's another chapter of our favorite boys, plus y/n!

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: We get down to business, and y/n starts her first day as an official member of Ateez! wc: 1.6k AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst warnings: pet names, fireman carrying, scenting, mentions of being anxious and embarrassed, I think that's it! masterlist

 Y/n was woken up by the sounds of footsteps in the dorms, opening her eyes to find that she was still embraced by San.

“Good morning baby, did you sleep well?” The beta asked her, already awake. A bit too disoriented still by the cacophony of noise, and still a bit overwhelmed from the last time she was awake, she just nodded. San chuckled before explaining the chaos, “It’s a bit loud, isn’t it? This is what mornings are like when we forget that we have to be up at a decent hour. You should go ahead and get up too, we have to go into the company today, for you, to start preparing for our next comeback.”

Y/n slowly sat up, watching as the others ran around the dorms, a couple of them running around from one part of the dorm to another, too busy to notice that she was awake. She groaned as she sat up further, feeling her body protest, but she sat up fully, as San’s hand came up to support her back. She smiles gratefully at the beta, before pushing herself off the couch, and reaching back to pull the bulkier man up as well.

“We should get dressed ourselves, shouldn’t we?” She asked him, to which he nodded in response.

The two of them walked down to her room, the beta leaving her there as he walked further down the hallway to his own room. She entered her room, finding that one of the others must have unpacked a few of her things, and from the organization of it all, it was Seonghwa who did so. She found that her clothes were still packed away, which she was grateful for the elder omega respecting her privacy.  She quickly picked out an outfit, finding one that was comfy yet also not too casual looking, and that was also easy to move in. She quickly packed up a bag with everything she needed, including another change of clothes, just to be on the safe side. Emerging from her room, she heard voices from the main room of the dorm, and once she got there, she found that everyone but Jongho was there.

“Good morning y/n-ah, how are you?” Seonghwa asked, coming over to her when she was noticed. “Good morning Seonghwa-oppa,” she said, “I’m doing well, I’m a bit nervous though.” She admitted, feeling able to share her feelings with her fellow omega.

“It will be okay. Today is mostly a show you the ropes day, and also for Hongjoong to try and insert you on the track as well, even if it might be a bit too late to get you in for any of the album material. But with an upcoming tour next year, it’s easier to get things done now, than to wait.” Seonghwa explained, trying to ease her nerves.

Hongjoong caught everyone’s attention as he stood up. “The vans are here,” he announced, “Everyone grab your things and head downstairs.” That spurred everyone into moving, as everyone shuffled to grab their bag or bags and leave the apartment. Y/n slung her own bag onto her shoulder, and with Seonghwa’s guidance, left the apartment. Yunho followed behind the two of them, and when they reached the first floor, headed into the second of two vans. When y/n climbed in, she found that San was the only one inside. He beckoned here to sit next to him, and she did.

“Did Seonghwa-hyung tell you what we’re doing today?” He asked, turning to look at her. Y/n nodded, replying, “He told me that today was getting me used to what will happen now, and also for Hongjoong to play around with where I’ll fit in for your songs.” “For our songs,” Yunho interjected, before going back to scenting Seonghwa in the row ahead of where y/n and San sat.

And with Yunho’s words, the car fell silent for a little while, everyone focusing on their phones or the view outside, since they would likely be locked away in the company building for the rest of the day.

Seonghwa leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder as the alpha’s arm wrapped itself around the pack omega’s shoulders, while San silently showed y/n his social media, while also explaining the likelihood that she would be getting access to her own accounts and the like over the next few days, once the company had created them. Yunho glanced back at the two behind them, before looking down at Seonghwa. “You’re worried for her, aren’t you?” “Of course I am. Just like I worry for the rest of you,” Seonghwa replied, “She’s one of us now, so one of mine to take care of and worry over.” “I know. But you have us to help, so please don’t try and take it on all by yourself, hyung.” Yunho reminded him, and before Seonghwa could reply, the van was pulling in front of KQ.

The other van had already arrived and the other members had already headed inside, so the four quickly climbed out of the van and made their way inside. The others thankfully hadn’t gone far, finding them standing around the elevator, seeming waiting for them to arrive. Hongjoong came up to Seonghwa first, scenting the omega like Yunho had in the car, and once he was satisfied, moved onto scenting Yunho, the other alpha melting under his pack alpha’s actions.

Hongjoong moved to stand in front of y/n, smiling at her. “Would you like me to scent you as well?” He asked, slightly unsure. Y/n thought about it for a moment. They did say last night that she could have it if she wanted, and she really did. His scent was so nice and the thought of having him scent her sounded so good right now. She found herself eagerly nodding in reply to his question, her face heating up when he chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Come here then,” he said, beckoning for her to come a bit closer and she did.

His hands reached out, scenting her wrists with his, smiling and relaxing as both of their scents bloomed, before he slowly leaned in, scenting her neck as well. Y/n could feel herself becoming putty in the alpha’s hands, reaching out and gripping his hoodie for some stability. Hongjoong pulled away once he noticed her grip on him, as the omega in front of him whined at the distance between them now, enjoying the closeness. By the time y/n had gotten her wits back, the other members were standing behind Hongjoong, smiling at her, though there were a few chuckles at her reaction. She looked away, a bit embarrassed by how quickly she melted.

“Awww, it’s okay,” San comforted her, “We all had the same reaction when hyung scented us for the first time.” Still flustered, she looked down, until Wooyoung came up next to her and grabbed her hand.

“It’s okay, baby omega. We find it cute how you melted into hyung.” He told her, tugging her into a hug.

“Well, now we should get down to business, yes?” Yunho said, stepping in and pulling the attention away from y/n.

“Yes, and we’ll be stealing y/n to go over choreography,” San said, with Yeosang and Wooyoung nodding in agreement, with the latter moving to stand behind her, his hands moving to rest on her hips. “Wait, we need to take y/n to go over her lines for the upcoming comeback.” Hongjoong cut in, to which the three whined in protest.

“That can be done later, hyung. We should get y/nnie up to speed with the choreography, since she likely can’t be added into the official tracks right now.” San said. In an almost seemingly planned out move, Mingi appeared in front of y/n, swooping the omega off of her feet and up over his shoulder. As the tall rapper moved into the elevator that had just opened up, she could see Hongjoong follow them, telling the others, “We’ll see you later!” before joining Mingi and her in the empty elevator car. Once the door was shut, Mingi set her gently back down on her feet.

“Sorry for that, firecracker, but they would have done the same thing if we had let them.” Mingi apologized, reaching out and ruffling her hair, to which y/n batted his hands away. This made the man chuckle, though before the omega could say anything in retort, the doors opened and Hongjoong reached for her hand, pulling the younger one out of the car and down a familiar hallway. She recognized where they were, and realized that she was back in the same hallway that they had been guided down to see the two idols that first day at the company.

However this time, she was led past the other studio, to a door a little farther down. “This is my studio, and where we’ll be working today,” Hongjoong explained. “My studio is two doors down,” Mingi cut in, as they all ushered themselves into the studio.

Hongjoong sat down in his chair, as Mingi took the one next to him, while y/n stood, unsure of where to go or sit. The leader turned around in his chair, smiling at her to try and ease her nerves. “Sit down on the couch, yeah?” And after she had done so, he spoke once again, “Now, let’s figure out where exactly you fit in our songs.”

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Patience *Bonus Chapter*: ~degrees of seperation~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Oceans apart can be very far away, and Kyoya never expected how far it would actually feel ➼ what to expect:  "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me" ➼ warnings: n/a

A/n: when someone comments that the next chapter will be y/n and Kyoya being masterminds and I already had this chapter written T-T

You had to admit that the flutter that you felt in your chest when you heard the familiar jingle of the video call on your computer. The summer is going incredibly since you left Japan for an internship in Italy, you found yourself counting down the hours for Kyoya to call.

"Hello?" it is already dark for Kyoya when you answer, a symptom of the time difference. "Hi" you smile, still unpacking your bag as you had only just got in from work that day. "How did talking with that competator of your father go?"

Kyoya takes a sharp inhale at the mention of the meeting "As well as we could hope. I've sworn them to secracy even if they do not accept our offer" you nod "Good, I'm sure they will, they've been looking for a way to get back at the ootori group for years" Kyoya laughs through a hum "Very true"

"How was work?"

"Alright, in full honesty if they were paying me I probably could have fixed half their issues by now, but I also don't want to work for them long term so what would be the point?" Kyoya smirks "Sounds about right"

A comfortable silence overcomes the two of you as you both basque in your combined success. "Are you being well looked after?" you roll your eyes "Yes, you know that I am" Kyoya had insisted in you staying in one of his families properties while you were in Italy.

"Do you have enough money?" you laugh "I don't think money has ever been an issue" it is kyoya's turn to roll his eyes. "I am just making sure, the less you have to rely on your parents money the better”

You huff “yes Kyoya I am fine”

“Good.”

You shake your head at kyoyas expression “what’s got you so worried?”

“Your father called today.”

Oh.

You try to seem unbothered, looking away “oh really?” Kyoya hummed, leaning back in his seat “he’s wondering why you haven’t gone home”

You raise an eyebrow “and he called you?”

“He thinks I’ve kidnapped you” you laugh at the reply “in a way he’s not fully wrong” Kyoya scoffed “like you didn’t leap to stay at the villa instead of with your nonna”

“What did you say?”

“That you are extremely busy with work placements”

“Good”

Kyoya cleared his throat “he also mentioned something else”

“Hmm?”

“Now that we’re going into third year…he said that the l/n and ootori group are going to release a joint statement confirming our engagement by the end of the year”

“What?”

This was a strange move, even for your fathers of all people.

“I would have thought that they would have waited until we graduated to announce….why move it up?”

Kyoya hums in agreement “something must have prompted them”

You wrack your brain for any idea on what would trigger them to hasten the arrangement. “Well if my father is the one that is moving it up…possibly he is sensing that your father is getting cold feet?”

He raises an eyebrow “I mean possibly but I don’t know where he would get that idea, I must admit I haven’t really spoken to my father on the matter”

It is only now that is hits you exactly what you had just been told. “Wait Kyoya, if the engagement is announced what about the host club-“

“I’ll handle that, don’t worry”

You sigh, leaning back, shaking your head “I mean…I guess if it’s moved up then it’s still happening…that’s good right?”

“I suppose, it does mean that you won’t be with them for as long after we graduate” Kyoya sighed, taking out his notebook and scribbling something down that you can't see onscreen.

You keep forgetting somehow that this engagement is actually going to end in marriage despite that being the entire point. It makes you wonder actually what life being married to Kyoya would even look like.

You always used to picture it as being cold, that the two of you would just live in the same house and for the most part mind your own business. But that was before you actually started talking to each other now you have no idea.

"How are the host club?" Kyoya groans, leaning back in his seat "As infuriating as ever, they're even harder to handle without you here to keep them in check"

You laugh "It is still the summer I am sure that they haven't been that bad" you shake your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "Tamaki's delusions ae unfortunately not seasonal i'm afraid"

"I can imagine"

"That does remind me however, our said great leader has asked for your proposed events calendar for the next semester" You have to restrain yourself from laughing midsip at kyoya's newfound nickname.

"Ok, I'll have to get started on it then, I've been a bit busy planning corperate sabotage to work on it"

"It will work out, I am sure of it"

You pause. "There is...still one more thing that we still don't know"

"Hm?"

"What exactly my father is covering up for the ootori group"

Kyoya sighs "yeah, I've been trying to look into that, the problem is trying to investigate within the ootori group without exposing our plans"

you hum in agreement "true, it is just concerning that if the group is so desperate to cover something up that your father would arrange a marriage with the head of a media empire for his daughter then it is serious, the ootori group is in medical..."

"I dread to think aswell"

Things were just going to get messy this next year, you just knew it.

"When....are you returning to Japan?"

You're head shoots up at the question, surely he already knows, a detail like that does not slip under Kyoya's radar.

"I...my placement ends on the nineteenth, you know that"

"I know...I just...thought I have may have gotten my dates wrong"

"Why would you think that? your notes as meticulous I know that much"

"I know it's just, it feels like you've been gone for a long time so..."

You raise an eyebrow "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me"

"More like I need someone else to deal with tamaki and the twins" You roll your eyes "You love them don't be so mean"

"If you say so"

You roll your eyes "Okay well if they are that unbearable it will be one more week until I am returning to Japan, and then your torment will be over don't worry"

Kyoya lets out a small chuckle "Good"

"Goodnight Kyoya"

"Goodnight y/n"

The room all of a sudden feels all too quiet as the call ends. One more week.

Next time on patience 'Kyoya's reluctant day out!'

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[knivestothroats]

The Professionals - Bargain Price

The Professionals is a crossover of In the Woods Somewhere by me and Professional//Victim by @victimeyez In which Tommy learns the price of trying to bargain. (Follow up to Allowances) CW: Long term captivity, violent whumper, many graphic threats, beating, biting, bchoking

Fletcher let Tommy stew for a bit before they came to find him. They enjoyed their dinner and took a moment to decide what they were going to do to him. 

When they opened the door to his room, it was empty.

Or – mostly empty. Fletcher was good at scanning rooms, and it only took them a moment to spot a bit of a pale foot under the bed. They stepped lightly in and crouched, snagging his ankle and dragging him out.

Tommy yelped as he was wrenched from his hiding spot, immediately putting his hands up in a weak attempt to shield himself. Any vestiges of bravado he had managed earlier were long gone now. Fletcher looked down at him as he cowered at their boots.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Fletcher – Fletcher,” his voice broke. “I’m s-so sorry, I don’t know what I was– I never should have– I can–” Tommy hiccuped out a sob and covered his face with his hands.

Fletcher put a finger to their lips and waited for Tommy to quiet down.

“If you want to act like a child and throw a tantrum, then I’m canceling your playdate.” 

Fletcher pulled their phone from their pocket and opened up Buck’s contact.

“Wait! Wait no, no nononono Fletcher, wait, please!” Tommy scrambled up onto his knees, clinging to Fletcher’s thigh frantically. 

Fletcher held the phone up above their head to keep it out of Tommy’s reach.

“What? You want something worse than being grounded?”

“Please, please, anything else, I’ll – I’ll pay for the wall, and – and you can hurt me, please please just don’t call him!”

“Oh ho, buddy, you are absolutely paying for the wall,” Fletcher sneered. “Do you know how long that’s going to take you to pay off? You can forget about buying anything any time soon.”

It took a moment, but then seemed to fully dawn on Tommy how much it would cost him. Fletcher could see him trying to do the math in his head, the dread on his face as it really sank in. Five dollars a week couldn’t get much, and months would stack up fast.

“I…” He gulped, his eyes watering. “I know, I know, I’ll do it, but please don’t take Buck away.”

Fletcher eyed Tommy for a moment.

“You said I could hurt you? What do you want me to do to you instead? What do you think is enough to make up for it?”

“Well, yes, I mean…..um…” Tommy’s eyes darted nervously around the room, as if he would find something that might help him. He wet his lips. 

“You could…you could…beat me...”

“I could beat you and still send Buck away,” Fletcher retorted. “I can beat you for stuttering when you talk to me. I could beat you for anything, whenever I want. If you want me to change my mind, you have to come up with something enticing.”

Tommy blinked away tears. “You can… you can use a knife?” He offered tentatively.

“Yeah?” Fletcher asked mockingly. “I can use a knife? Can I take off patches of your skin with it? Can I wedge the point under your fingernails?”

Tommy’s jaw moved, but no words came out.

“Can I chop off a finger?” Fletcher continued. “One of your ears? Can I stick it in your eye? Can I open up your fucking veins? Is that okay with you?!”

Their words grew more aggressive and they grabbed the front of Tommy’s shirt.

“I… I…” Tommy stammered.

“What, you don’t want that? Well, can I do something else? What about your bones, Thunderbird, am I allowed to break those? Can I knock out your teeth? Can I hold your head under water? Can I break out the car battery and the jumper cables? Can I burn the bottoms of your feet so you have to crawl? Can I wrap my hands around your throat and tighten them until you stop moving and your last thought before you pass out is that you hope to fucking god I let go before you die? Huh? Can I do any of those fucking things to you?”

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t…”

Fletcher slapped Tommy hard across the face, swinging it to the side.

“Wise the fuck up, kid,” Fletcher snapped. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. Maybe it worked for you before where you bat your fucking eyelashes and get on your knees and you get out of whatever you had coming, but I don’t give a shit about any of that. You take what I give you.”

“Yes, Fletcher, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Tommy cried, words coming out barely above a whisper. His teary eyes tracked the movement of the phone in their hand. “I’ll take whatever you give me. Can you please hang up now?”

It took Fletcher a second to process. They looked at their phone and saw the seconds ticking up, timing the phone call.

“Oh shit,” they muttered. They put the phone to their ear. “Buck, you there?”

No answer. Must be a voicemail.

Fletcher ended the call. They hesitated a moment, then punched Tommy hard in the chest.

Tommy made a breathy grunt as the wind was knocked out of him. He dropped to the floor, curled up on his side, and tried a few frightening times to draw a breath before one actually came.

“Don’t punch my fucking wall,” Fletcher growled, standing up. “We aren’t finished with this conversation.”

Fletcher stepped forwards over Tommy and planted their boot down firmly on the side of his face, pinning his head to the floor. He was already trembling with fear, struggling to catch his breath. They called Buck again, putting it on speaker and letting the automatic voicemail answer message play.

“Hey, didn’t mean to call you the first time. Hit the button accidentally. But, look, I am canceling your next visit because Tommy is grounded. I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

Tommy whimpered pitifully on the ground, but didn’t protest.

Fletcher ended the call and sent Buck a text.

Ignore the first voicemail.

“Alright, get up,” Fletcher instructed, stepping off of Tommy. He shakily got to his feet. “Follow me.”

Tommy slinked along after Fletcher, but hung back when Fletcher opened the basement door. His chest tightened. 

“After you.”

Fletcher gestured down the dark stairwell. As much as Tommy didn’t want to go down there, it didn’t seem like a good time to disobey. 

You’ve been in the basement before, he told himself as he forced his feet down each step. You were fine.

But Fletcher wasn’t mad at you then.

Tommy hesitated at the bottom of the stairs as Fletcher pulled the string on the overhead lights. They stood in the empty part of the basement. Nothing but a cement floor with a drain. They gestured for Tommy to join them.

Tommy’s heart was racing. He didn’t feel like he was piloting his body as it approached Fletcher. Instinctively, he began to lower himself to the floor when Fletcher cut him off.

“Don’t get on your fucking knees unless I tell you,” they growled.

“S-Sorry,” Tommy said, quickly straightening up. 

“You wanna fight me?”

Tommy was so taken aback he was sure he heard them wrong. His brain was making things up again. 

“What - sorry - what did you say?”

“I said,” Fletcher stepped closer, invading Tommy’s space. “Do you want to fight me?”

“N-No, no, Fletcher, of course I-”

“You wanted to hit me earlier,” Fletcher asserted. “You hit the wall instead. Isn’t that right? It wasn’t the wall you were angry at.”

Tommy shrank back. “I was just… I didn’t…”

“Well, I’m giving you the opportunity,” Fletcher said. “I’ll even let you start.”

Tommy was wide eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights. Fletcher waited, staring him down with a cold gaze.

“I don’t want to fight you,” Tommy said in a small voice.

Fletcher shoved Tommy in the chest with both hands, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Let me reframe this,” they said, pacing after him. “You can stand there and take a beating, or you can fight back. I am giving you a chance to fight back. Clearly it’s something you need to get out of your system, so you don’t go punching holes in my walls.”

They reached out and grabbed Tommy by the face, squeezing in his cheeks. With a sharp smile they said, “Aren’t I so fucking nice?”

They let go and gave Tommy a slap, but not nearly as hard as they had earlier.

“C’mon. You were a street punk. You never learned how to fight?”

“Fletcher, I don’t…” Tommy put up his hands. “Please, I don’t want to do this!”

Fletcher easily reached through his defense to grab Tommy by the front of his shirt, and punched him across the face.

“You want to stand there and get hit like you always do?” They snapped. “Don’t you want to hit back for once in your miserable life?”

Tommy’s head was swimming. Pain bloomed across his jaw from the strike. His fear and anger rose in his gut, but he felt paralyzed to defend himself. The product of years of grueling training to never resist, to never fight back. Now he had a chance, and he was terrified. When he saw Fletcher raise their fist again, he threw up his arms to guard his face. 

Fletcher’s knuckles collided with the bones of Tommy’s thin arms. He managed to keep his defenses up, so Fletcher went low and drove their fist into his stomach. When Tommy doubled over, dropping his arms to his abdomen, Fletcher smacked him across the face.

“Fucking do something,” they snarled. “This isn’t over until you fight back.”

Something in Tommy snapped. 

He lunged at Fletcher, hand flying out to take a swipe at their face, his fingers curled into claws.

Fletcher managed to block the attack, grabbing his arm and pushing it away. Tommy immediately countered with his other hand, yanking his arm free to make mad swipes and rain fists down wherever he could.

Fletcher parried a strike and shot a fist out at Tommy’s stomach again. He folded slightly but was being carried by the adrenaline, flinging himself back at Fletcher. 

Fletcher blocked his first arm, but the second managed to slip through. Tommy’s nails clawed across Fletcher’s cheek and eyelid. 

Fletcher hissed and shoved Tommy back. He charged forward, head down, colliding with Fletcher like he was trying to tackle them. Fletcher had to brace their feet but remained upright easily. They even let out a small laugh before driving their elbow down into his back. 

Tommy jerked and grunted at the impact but didn’t let go. He tried to strike with his knees and kick at the inside of Fletcher’s legs. Fletcher took the opportunity to pull him off his balance, throwing him to the floor.

Tommy held fast to Fletcher’s shirt, pulling them down with him.

Fletcher could feel their own balance start to go and aimed their fall to land with their knee on Tommy’s stomach. He let out an oof but didn’t stop. Instead he reached up and snagged a fistful of Fletcher’s hair.

In the old days, Fletcher had kept their head buzzed for this reason. Having it used against them now gave them an instinctive jolt of panic, as well as anger. 

If Tommy wanted to go low - scratching, grappling, hair pulling - Fletcher would meet him there. They landed their hand on his face and dug their thumb into his eye socket.

Tommy let out a groan through gritted teeth and twisted his face away to shake off the hand, then back to sink his teeth into it. All without loosening his grip on Fletcher’s hair.

Fletcher let out a roar of pain and tore their hand away. 

Enough fucking around.

They drove their fist down hard into the center of Tommy’s face. They could feel his nose crunch beneath their knuckles.

Tommy relinquished his grip, both hands moving toward his face, but Fletcher caught his arm and bit back, clamping their jaw down on his forearm.

Tommy yelled out in pain. His face was painted red from the blood pouring out his nose like Fletcher had struck oil. He was no longer struggling, just trying to curl in defensively once more.

Fletcher released and stood up. They leaned down and hauled Tommy up by the front of his shirt, putting him in a sitting position.

Tommy was breathing heavily through his mouth, head hanging low, blood running freely down his chin and dripping into his lap. Fletcher took a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up to look at them. Tommy braced for impact.

“Feel better?” Fletcher asked scornfully.

“No,” Tommy said, voice muddled by a clogged nose. Blood sprayed off his lips when he spoke.

“Was it worth it?”

“No,” Tommy groaned. With his nose broken, he had to pant for air through his mouth, blood tingeing his teeth red. Fletcher’s other hand went to his collar, gripping it tight in their fist so it pulled against his throat. Tommy’s hands fluttered around their forearm, wanting to pull them off but unable to muster the strength. He’d already lost - no need to keep digging deeper. 

“Did we learn something?” Fletcher asked, tugging sharply on the collar while keeping him in place with their fist his hair. 

“Y-yes Fletcher, please don’t hit me anymore, I’m sorry,” Tommy pleaded. His voice was congested, and blood was starting to spread through the fabric of his shirt as it streamed down off his face. 

Fletcher cocked their head to the side, considering him. Tommy took the respite to wheeze, struggling not to cough up the blood filling his mouth into Fletcher’s face. 

“Your place is right here, under my boot. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Fletcher.” 

They shook his head by their fist in his hair and he whimpered, clenching his eyes closed against the pain hammering inside his head. 

“Should I be merciful?” Fletcher asked, their voice low. Tommy cracked an eye open, trying to tell if they were asking, or just talking to themselves. They looked pissed, but alive, excited. 

Beg, Tommy, beg for it, a voice urged him. It spoke in Caius’s voice, so close he could feel his breath against his ear. 

“P-please, please Fletcher, you’ve let me - let me live here and I forgot to be grateful, I’m so grateful, please, please don’t hurt me anymore, don’t let me – don’t let me lose the mercy you’ve shown, please, I know my place, please, please don’t kill me, I’ll be good!” Tommy hiccuped, sobs breaking through as the last of his adrenaline rush abandoned him.

Fletcher let him beg, leaning back to take in the full picture. They finally relinquished their fist in his hair to stroke his face with an unexpected softness. Tommy twitched weakly, waiting for more punishment. Instead, the hand wiped his tears, then dropped away. Fletcher placed a boot on Tommy’s leg, holding him in place. With their other hand, they lifted the collar.

The leather dug into Tommy’s throat, digging under his chin and pressing against his windpipe.  It was hard to draw in any breath, and his shallow gasps punctuated the thick silence between them.

They played with him like that for a bit, letting go just when the world started to grey out, returning as soon as he managed a gulp of air. When they finally let go, Tommy was dazed, his eyes unfocused. Fletcher relented and stepped off of him. When they released their grip on the collar holding him up, Tommy drooped forward limply. 

“Forget your allowance until I think you’ve paid for the repair – which you’ll be doing, and doing right. No play dates until you learn some self control. And if I hear a single word about it, I’ll make what I’ve done to you today feel like a vacation. You understand me?”

It took him a moment to process their words, but then Tommy gave a shaky nod. Fletcher leaned in and patted his cheek. 

“Good answer.”

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[hy6erion]

can you write clingy omar!! 🫶🏻 btw i love your writings

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 - 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲- 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,,𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬"

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐱𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮

You knew Omar was a bit clingy. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when you started dating—how he always wanted to be near you, always reaching for your hand, your waist, your face. At first, it was endearing, then it became sweet, and now… now it was just a part of your daily life.

You couldn’t leave the bed in the morning without him pulling you back into his arms. You couldn’t go to the kitchen without him following behind like a lovesick puppy. And if you had to leave the house without him? That was when his dramatics truly shined.

Like now.

“Omar,” you sighed, adjusting your jacket as you stood near the door. “I told you, I won’t be gone long.”

Omar stood in front of you, arms crossed over his broad chest, brows furrowed in protest. “You said that last time, habibi, and you were gone for hours.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “It was two hours.”

“That’s hours,” he stressed, as if that proved his point. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “Why do you have to go? Stay here. Stay with me.”

You huffed a laugh, hands moving up to cup his face and gently push him away. “Because I need to run errands, Omar. You can survive without me for a little while.”

“Can I?” He pouted, tilting his head. “I don’t think I can. My heart aches already.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love.”

You let out a soft chuckle, pecking his lips before trying to step away, but he tightened his grip around you, refusing to let go.

“Omar—”

“At least take me with you,” he bargained, his deep brown eyes pleading.

“You have training in an hour.”

“I’ll skip.”

You gasped, swatting his chest. “No, you won’t. Don’t even joke about that!”

Omar groaned dramatically, resting his forehead against yours. “Then let me hold you for a few more minutes. Just five.”

You checked your watch. “I have to go now—”

“Three minutes?”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let up until he got his way. “One minute. That’s it.”

His lips curled into a victorious smile as he pulled you in, holding you like he’d never get the chance again. His hands roamed your back lazily, his warmth pressing into you. It was comforting, familiar. And despite your protests, you secretly loved how much he craved your presence.

“Alright, time’s up,” you murmured, attempting to pull away.

“One more kiss?”

“You already got one.”

“One more?” he pleaded, lips already ghosting over yours.

You rolled your eyes but gave in, pressing a lingering kiss against his soft lips. You felt him smile against your mouth before he deepened it, making you sigh into him.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he smirked. “Now I can let you go.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, opening the door.

“You love me,” he shot back with a wink.

You shook your head, smiling. “Yeah… I do.”

And as you stepped out, you could already hear him calling after you. “Text me when you get there! And don’t forget to come back soon!”

You laughed to yourself. Dating Omar meant never being alone for too long—whether you liked it or not.

[crossbackpoke-check]

find a blorbo (nhl tag game)

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

tagged by @bondedpairs!! when i say too many teams to count and here for the narrative um. i may not have lied. this is not an extensive list of my blorbos but in order to make it not ten thousand years long i made up the rule that i had to do it straight from memory :)

anaheim ducks: as evidenced by recent events i DO like mason mctavish and trevor zegras but i have to honor laura and mention troy terry and beloved goalie gibbie*

boston bruins: oh for sure brad marchand… can i say patrice? one of the charlies got traded but i think mcavoy is still there because gryz is gone, brandon carlo is there still i think

buffalo sabres: cozens & thompson, owen power, rasmus dahlin, ukko pekka luukkonen

calgary flames: is chris tanev still here? is markstrom still here?? noah hanifin?? as a last resort i’ll say blasty

carolina hurricanes: aho & jarvy & teuvo teravainen & brent burns is still playing maybe? i know sepe got traded

chicago hockey: the bedsy narrative is compelling but ANDREAS ATHANASIOU MY BELOVED reunited with tyler bertuzzi… that’s the real story. also i like foligno

colorado avalanche: gabe landeskog, whatever ross colton & miles wood have going on, natemac + jo, mikko

columbus blue jackets: have long been on the merzlikins train, have been swayed to the darkside of umich boys (brindley, kent johnson, fantilli, blankenburg who is now on nsh)

dallas stars: seggy! mush! roope + miro and otter and robo and wyjo (rip ty dellandrea) and harls! etc.

detroit red wings: MOST players. dilly larks, moritz seider, jv, raymond, rasmussen, kitty, lyon, etc except for k*ne

edmonton oilers: mcdrai, ofc. nugent-hopkins, nursey, rip vinny & skinny

florida panthers: tkachuk, reinhardt, sasha barkov, verhaeghe (is there still?)

los angeles kings: adrian kempe… kevin fiala… danault… quinton byfield & alex turcotte

minnesota wild: kirill, marat, fleury, brodes, fabes, boldy, moose, middsy, spurge… god’s perfect idiots

montreal canadiens: going out on a limb here to say martin st. louis but also xhekaj (both), slafkovský, suzuki, my austrian reinbacher, yes fine cole caufield

nashville predators: MOST BEAUTIFUL D PAIR IN THE WORLD GRADY SKJEI AND ROMAN JOSI!! juuse, evangelista, isn’t stamkos there and also someone else who absolutely should not be

new jersey devils: nico… tuna (tatar), dawson mercer, siegenthaler, dougie hamilton, yes the hugheses whatever

new york islanders: barzy, zeeker & marty, anders lee, noah dobson lol

new york rangers: mika & chris, lafrenière & k’andre, shesterkin

philadelphia flyers: frosty & beezer and tk and sanny and the new baby michkov and coots and scooty loots and foerster etc etc. you know the Guys

pittsburgh penguins: the two headed monster but also compelled by rutger mcgroarty, and kevin hayes was there!!!

ottawa senators: timmy stü & brady! josh norris! the evolution of shane pinto! ullmark now and brännström and claude giroux and chabot

san jose sharks: ekky, thrun, mario, borde, logan couture, shakir, that other vaguely blond rookie

seattle kraken: brandon tanev, andre burakovsky! grubauer & d’accord also

st. louis blues: jordan kyrou, nathan walker (is still there?), rob thomas? is parayako still there?

tampa bay lightning: hedman, point, they dumped so many guys after the cup run… is kucherov still there or is he in nashville?? anthony cirelli (notable for being made out with by pat maroon)

toronto maple leafs: mitch, jt, willy, alex nylander, kniesy, dewar, et

utah hockey: crouse, keller, tuba

vancouver canucks: quinn, brock, petey, jt, garly, höggy, i want to say dakota johnson, elias lindholm?

vegas golden knights: brandon montour is here now… alex pietrangelo, so sorry to one i can’t remember who loves the lions it will come back to me

washington capitals: full of love and stupidity. oshie, nicke/ovi, pierre-luc dubois, dowd, vrána, milano

winnipeg jets: adam lowry!! josh morissey and kc and morgan barron, also vladdy my beloved

tagging @stillfertile + @colap1nto + @songsandswords + @moregraceful if they haven’t done it yet, i know they follow at least a couple teams. if anybody else wants to play i love adopting blorbos!!

[redhotarsenic]

Many many irl things are happening at the moment that’s why I’ve been gone for so long terribly sorry for that 💀

[driftveilcity]

I want my cats to be indoor only and if it were just me they would be but my family just won’t keep them inside no matter what it’s infuriating

[autism-disco]

the car seat is headresting that’s for certain

[spreadyourwings-my-smiling-angel]

So I just got declined from both universities I applied to for the degree I wanted to switch to. Love that for me.

[boomerang109]

yesterday the dad i nanny for asked what we do outside

watch the rolly pollies, listen to the birds, wave at the airplanes, dig in the dirt i said

do you want me to buy her more toys? he asked. i don’t want you to be bored.

i didn’t know how to explain

what a privilege it is to slow down. to watch the bugs crawl, to notice the sounds the birds make, think about the people flying by, to consider the texture of the dirt

i spent years as an honors roll student. pushing myself through hours of rehearsal, the maximum amount of classes i was allowed to take. i neglected friendships and parties and joy because i thought that was what success meant. i thought that’s how i earned the right to be loved. if i wasn’t a perfect student i wasn’t good enough

so no. im not bored. i’m so incredibly grateful for the rest my body has yearned for, for a decade. i am so honored to be paid to spend my days playing. i don’t need toys or games to keep things interesting. just your daughter’s smile, her contagious laughter, her boundless wonder. that’ll keep me going for a long time yet

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

i’m sick and tired of not knowing how to talk with people. maybe it’s the after midnight brain talking but i feel like i have 2 actual real friends and a bunch of others who i won’t ever see again after college and ill just be alone again

[angelfic]

— A BOY WHO’S JACKED AND KIND

jason todd x reader summary: you trick jason into participating in a certain tiktok trend a/n: a little drabble because I’ve been doomscrolling on tiktok and jason is most definitely jacked and kind and I need him desperately

You can tell that Jason is getting more annoyed by the second. He can’t continue reading his book for longer than five minutes at a time before glancing up at you from across the room with a curious frown. You move around the kitchen fixing yourself an iced coffee while absentmindedly scrolling through your phone and occasionally letting out a laugh or smiling.

By the sixth time you let out a snort, Jason decided he’s had enough and shuts his book, flinging it onto the coffee table before walking over to join you in the kitchen. “What’s making you smile that isn’t me, babe?”

“Huh?” You pull your eyes away from your phone to see Jason attempting a casual pose, leaning against the refrigerator, but he’s borderline pouting. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him and shake your head. “It’s nothing, just some videos.”

“What kind of videos?” he asks quietly, reaching out to start playing with a strand of your hair that’s escaped your claw clip as if by reflex. He’s still frowning slightly and you roll your eyes, deciding to put him out of his misery.

“Just a cute TikTok trend,” you explain, pulling one of the videos up as Jason peers at your phone eagerly. “See, you get your boyfriend to see if he can pick you up and put you on his shoulder. Some of them are really cute, but look, there’s some who can’t hack it.”

Jason nods slowly in revelation, still engrossed in the rest of the video that’s currently playing before he huffs and shakes his head. “How the hell is that guy struggling? Easy work,” he mumbles.

You’re about to tell him that not everyone has that Red Hood strength on their side before a plan starts forming in your head. Suppressing a smirk, you glance up at him and raise your eyebrows. “Oh yeah? You think you could do it better?”

Jason looks at you with a blank expression. “Was that a joke, or…?”

“I know you’re strong,” you say, shrugging as you nonchalantly take a sip of your coffee, turning away to hide your grin as you walk over to the living room. Jason is hot on your heels as expected. “I just don’t think you could do this as easily as you think.”

“Let’s go,” he says, clapping his hands together. You slowly turn around and tilt your head in questioning. “Let’s make the video, c’mon.”

Hook, line and sinker.

“Alright,” you sigh, setting down your coffee to prop your phone up against it. You pull up the app. “If you insist. Do you want your face in it or should we do it facing backwards?”

“I’ll just cover my face with my hand,” he waves you off, rocking on his heels impatiently. “I only need one of ‘em to lift you.”

He says it so matter-of-fact, and the knowledge that he’s not actually trying to boast has your mouth going dry. It doesn’t help that he’s now shucking off his hoodie and wearing a short-sleeve black t-shirt. His biceps flex as he flings the hoodie onto the couch and you resist the urge to forget about the video and pounce on him. Just for a second.

Clearing your throat, you busy yourself with pressing record and turning a timer on to allow you to step back towards Jason.

“Moment of truth,” you say, challenging him with your doubtful expression and he merely smirks. “Try not to pull any muscles.”

Jason snorts and goes to cover his face with one of his hands, the other already seeking out your waist.

“Wait, not yet!” you remove his arm to place it back at his side and he peeks through his other hand to let you see him rolling his eyes. When the timer is done, you allow yourself to grin, unrestrained and count to 3 in your head. “Okay, go.”

Before the audio has even played halfway through, Jason bends down slightly to factor in your height compared to his and his one large hand grips your hip to lift you off the ground. It feels effortless as he settles you on his shoulder, steady as a rock and you yelp, not expecting him to be that quick.

The rest of the video is you squealing as Jason unexpectedly spins you around in a circle, his one hand gripping your thigh as the other still covers his face. “Jay!” you shriek, looping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. The only reason you’re unsteady is because Jason’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter.

The video stops recording when the audio ends and you tell Jason as much, making him drop the hand covering his face to grin up at you. He raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘I told you so’, before flexing his free arm for dramatic effect.

“See?” he says, rubbing small circles on your thigh with his thumb and talking up at you with all the ease of talking to you as if you were on the ground in front of him. “What did I say? Easy work, babe.”

“Big show off,” you say, wrinkling your nose at him as you begin to slide down his body. You go slowly, considering the man is basically a human skyscraper and he seems to take advantage of the fact, hands shamelessly roaming up your legs and your sides. He hooks your legs over his own waist, making you cling to him like a koala.

“Can I help you?” you ask, squinting at him when he doesn’t say anything, choosing to just stare at your face instead, drinking you in. You break his concentration by leaning in to press a short, sweet kiss onto his lips that he chases when you pull away. “Earth to Jason?”

“Y’know, I’d be more inclined to participate in your stupid TikTok trends if they all end like this,” Jason mutters, running his nose along your jaw and down your neck before nestling his face there. He doesn’t initiate anything, simply wanting to bask in the comfort of your skin.

You grin at the successful ending to your grand plan, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to jump down, ignoring his groans of protest.

You run to your phone to save the video to your drafts - no one else needs to see how good Jason’s arms look in a tight black tee - and pull up your folder of couple TikToks. “Oh, well, if you’re finally offering,” you start saying, circling Jason’s wrist with your hand and pulling him onto the couch. He sighs, previously sweet smile being replaced by something skeptical. “I have a whole bunch of ideas.”

“This feels like a set-up.”

© angelfic 2024.

[sapphicslut777]

i have never been so smacked in the face with what i could be perceived as…

i need to get better. this is not okay. i am disgusted with myself.

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”