#and your big grey boyfriend is probably pissed

[ssahotchnerr]

katie this is sauuurrr adorable the last part LMAO what if when babygirl is off to kindergarten and rossi jokingly asked aaron so does she have a boyfriend yet and aaron just 😐😒https://www.tumblr.com/ssahotchnerr/735008130361081856/aaron-and-reader-on-their-daughters-first-day-of

bittersweet remarks

awww thank you hehe 🥰 and omg aaron would NOT have it cw; fem!reader, girl!dad aaron, dave being dave LOL - cont. from baby steps

when your daughter started preschool, aaron knew he had a year to mentally prepare for the next milestone: kindergarten. but come september - had he? absolutely not.

in addition, you were more on the emotional side this time around, tears flowing fast and freely the night before in bed. you had been curled into aaron's side, your tears dropping onto and wetting his t-shirt, voicing how is it possible your baby's starting kindergarten.

you were thrilled for her, of course, but next you'll blink and she'll be in college, and then it'll be her wedding day (aaron had paled at that). in summary, it's all going way too fast and you're both losing your little girl right before your eyes and there's nothing you can do about it.

this morning when you awoke, again you were rather sniffly. and while aaron was experiencing the exact bittersweet feelings as well, he didn't express so for your sake:

the last thing he needed was more tears on your end, which on any given day could easily bring him to tears. and if baby girl saw you crying, she would grow unsure and cry herself, and he definitely would cry.

this year, he would be the pillar of strength you needed.

luckily, both of you were able to put on a brave face for your daughter; displaying high spirits as you got her dressed, taking first day of school pictures. then dropping her off with bright smiles, tight hugs, and the confident words that you both know she'll have the best day and cannot wait to hear all about it.

you held it together saying see you later, while walking down the school's hallway away from her classroom, out into the parking lot. but once in the privacy of the car, tears.

aaron was more than aware of the grey cloud following him as he entered the roundtable room for morning's debrief. his heartstrings continued to pull in all different directions; the excitement he held for your daughter's big next step, but she was growing up. his insides ached for you and your rough morning, but he succeeded in consoling you and getting a smile out of you before heading in.

aaron felt the team's eyes as he sat down, as he got settled, as he shifted through his case files as he searched for the words to begin.

the demeanor was clear and obvious, aaron's normal frown more distinguished. morgan's expression immediately fell into a yikes - widening his eyes for a split second, his eyebrows raised - a silent signal to the others to not piss him off today.

"how'd it go this morning?" jj gently broke the silence, by her motherly nature. compared to the team, she had a very good understanding on how his morning had probably went so far.

"it was fine." aaron answered simply, continuing to look down as he spoke. he also vaguely and shortly explained you had a rough morning letting go, penelope audibly aw'ing in return.

"so, has she got a boyfriend yet?" dave asked, just tossing it out there casually as he raised his coffee mug to his lips and took a sip. his statement was all for the sake of fun, knowing he'd get a strong reaction out of aaron.

rossi also received very aghast, nervous faces from the others, all questioning: are you out of your mind?

without fully lifting his head, aaron's eyes rose from his paperwork. as his gaze met dave's, a lethal expression. his prominent glare was more hardened than usual, eyebrows drawn into a strict line above his eyes, silently shooting sharp daggers.

he'd find it slightly humorous within a day or so, just not now. the timing was poor, especially due to your wedding comment the previous night.

"ah," dave leaned back in his chair, amused and chucking softly. "i'll take that as a no."

[thetxtdevil]

Office Meeting

Soobin x Reader

summary: office worker soobin doesn't fulfill his boss’s request and that sends him to the boss's office for a lesson.

content: SMUT, office setting, dom!fem reader, sub soobin, semi-public sex, restraints, teasing, oral (m.rec), slight f. masturbation, no protection

word count: 1.6k

a yawn and a stretch away from the snooze button, soobin turns off the annoying sound, lifting himself up to hang his feet over the bed. he rubs his tired eyes then turns to look at your beautiful sleeping figure on the other side of the bed. soobin walks away from the bed slips a pair of boxers on and drags his feet to his kitchen.

slumped over the coffee maker hoping the bitter scent wakens his eye. as soobin pours coffee into two mugs he feels arms wrapping around his waist.

"oh shi- you scared me y/n" he says trying to grab a paper towel to clean a few droplets of the brown liquid.

"sorry love,,, how was your sleep?" you say burying your face into his back.

"good thanks to you"

you both smile as you remember the night of constant pleasurable fun. soobin turns his body to look at you handing you your cup.

"do you want to do a quickie before going to work?" you ask

"i'll be late, sweetheart" he caresses your now pouting face

"come one you've been doing so well at work, being late just this once wouldn't matter, besides your boss will probably excuse it"

soobin stays silent, although he's addicted to you and your body he wants to be professional. he kisses your lips before he slips out of your arms and starts getting ready.

both of you are now cleaned up and getting into proper clothing. as you watch your handsome boyfriend button up his white shirt you start searching for a tie for him. looking at a grey patterned tie you bring it to soobin.

"i think you will dapper in this"

soobin agrees and lets you tie the accessory around his neck. he stares at you with loving eyes thinking how enduring you are biting your lip in concentration. once you were done with the tie you look up at him. his gaze made your cheeks heat up.

"are you sure you don't want a quickie before you leave?" you smirk

both of you lean into each other in a deep kiss. soobin begins to palm every part of your body. you start to unbutton his shirt, but soobin was quick to catch himself from going too far. he grabs your hand and stops the session.

"sorry y/n, i have to go."

soobin grabs his wallet and keys, then says his goodbyes. leaving you frustrated in a permanent pout.

---

soobin enters his workplace trying to be focused for the day, but the actions that happened before he left the house made him want to go back. soobin clocks in, gets into his cubical, he sighs, what to do first? he logs-in the computer, scrolling through emails, then he hears a psst... he turns his head to see his work buddy kai peaking his head above the cubicle trying to get soobin's attention.

"the boss walked in looking mad, i wonder who pissed her off today"

soobin smirks, when is the boss not in a bad mood. soobin gets started for the day, his eyes already hurting from the screen time. after feeling like hours, soobin looks at the time and it was only going on noon. he leans back on his chair but then straightens up when he sees the boss's assistant walking over.

"hello yeonjun, is there something you need?" soobin asks.

"the boss wants you in her office ASAP" yeonjun says with little fear in his eyes.

rolling his chair back, soobin stands up slowly making his way to the office. he wishes that he wasn't tall at that moment as every worker stares at him. soobin makes it the boss's door and takes a deep breath then twist the door knob.

"you wanted to see me, boss" soobin says while standing awkwardly at the office entrance.

the big boss's chair was turned to the window looking out over the city.

"yes mr. choi i'd like to congratulate you on your job well done so far"

the chair spins around to reveal you wearing your pout, you wave your hand to indicated soobin to sit in the chair in-front of your desk. you straighten a printed document of his, fixing your glasses to read it closely.

"thank you miss l/n"

you look at the tall man through hooded eyes.

"however,,, i haven't been liking your attitude"

"i beg your pardon?" he says flustered

"this morning, i remember that i asked you for something and you denied me, your boss"

"i- i thought,, i didn't,,," soobin stutters watching you climb out of your chair to walk over the office door to lock it.

"don't strain yourself my love" you were now at his chair looking down at soobin "only thing i can do to fix your actions is to teach you a lesson"

soobin's lips were sealed shut not wanting to say anything wrong. he watches your every move. somehow every simple movement being displayed from you was quite sexy to him. taking off your glasses, undoing a few buttons of your blouse, struting towards the man and then sitting on his lap one leg on either side of his hips.

"now are you going listen or disobey me" you whisper in his ear.

"i-i'm going to listen to you boss"

you smirk at his answer. starting to leaving kisses along his jawline to his neck. soobin squirms at feeling immediately feeling up your body. you lightly slap his hands.

"no touching" you command

already knowing that soobin wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself you loosen his tie. distracting soobin by making out with him you release this tie from his collar and grab his hand to tie his wrists together. soobin whines just now noticing that he really can't touch you. his frustrations make him even more needy.

"you're such a handsome employee mr. choi" you claim as you unbutton his shirt, happy that you won't get interrupted this time "your girlfriend at home must be very satisfied"

soobin only answers with a hum as your lips were locked together. you lean back to get a gorgeous view of the man. soobin was sitting there, arms tied behind him, unbuttoned shirt exposing his soft abs, his disheveled hair, and a straining tent amongst his trousers. you moan at the sight. removing yourself from soobin's hips, you stare into his eyes as you lower yourself to your knees. still staring at him, you notice his chest heaving as you slowly unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper.

"what should i do, suck you off, palm you, or just simply stare?"

"anything just do something"

you tsk at his answer "this is the attitude i don't like"

"please y/n, please give me head"

the lewd politeness gives you pride. oh how you love seeing him like this. you lower everything thats covering his girth and instantly wrap your lips around his dick. soobins head tilts back letting out a loud groan. he tries to get his hand to comb through your styled hair but he was reminded of his disciplined restraints. soobin then starts to thrust into your mouth trying to get into your throat but you were quick to stop your motions.

"i want you to stay still" gripping his hips hard.

soobin says his weak apologies and you continue to bounce your head on his dick. soobin loved the feeling of your lips and tongue against his cock. he starts to feel the desperate urge of release. you could tell by his small movements and whines. right when the man was about to burst you remove your head.

"wha- what happened?" soobin huffs at you

"don't you remember you're getting a lesson right now"

you stand up, bunching up your pencil skirt, showing soobin your lack of undergarments. you hop on your desk and spread your legs, heels digging into the wood of the surface, giving soobin a good aspect of your soaking pussy. you reach a hand over your leg and slip your fingers into your folds. the drooling man launches forward to you instantly lining his dick to your occupied hole. you look up at him slightly surpised by his fast movements.

"please untie me y/n and let me show you that i can be good to you."

you give him a content smile. you take your hand away from your center to untie soobin's restraints. at once he grips your hips and starts drilling himself into you. although you wanted to give more of your bossy behavior to him, his cock felt too good. soobin always knew how to fuck you good and knew where that certain spot inside is to make you let out those pretty moans of yours.

papers on your desk were being shifted, the desktop was wobbling, the desk was going off center, there was no doubt that people could hear what type of meeting the two of you were having. soobin's restraints and being teased worked him up so much at the thrust were deep and fast. soon the hand that was holding your torso up was becoming weak, soobin held your back with one hand. his thrusts were becoming more staggered yet still strong.

"bin-nie i'm going to-"

soobin shook his head and all at once both of you came leaving some documents in need of reprinting. soobin kept his hand around you, burying his head in your neck. when the both of you settled down from your high, the both of you started fixing each other. soobin tucks his shirt watching you walk to your purse to retrieve your lacy panties. you look over at soobins stare,

"what, i have to be somewhat professional"

he smiles shaking his head while buckling his belt.

"do you want to stay at my place again tonight?"

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Anon: heyyy girl! How have you been? I must say that your blog, no matter when, is still STUNNING. I follow you since the bazooka squad era lol. Can you pretty please make a request for me about Chisaki? One where he is been howling his ass on his office since pops kinda grounded him with paper work but reader comes and just straight up takes him out... kinda like kidnapping but in a good way?

You smiled kindly at the precept who let you in inside the house and made your way with a happy aura that wasn't quite frequent on the shie hassaikai, but it was sure much like a breath of fresh air.

Although your smiled dropped when you noticed the leader discussing something with some scared precepts before they hurried off when the old man just pointed his finger at the door you just came in with a very stern and rather loud '-now before I change my mind'.

You stepped outside of the way of the precepts and frowned at the elder massaging his temples with a head sigh.

"Good afternoon pops." You muttered and the old man immediately stopped his actions to look at you and give you at least a kind yet tired smiled.

"Good afternoon (Y/n) my dear, how have you been?" He fixed his posture as you walked a bit closer to him.

"Same old." You giggled "How are you though? You sound tired..."

"Tired?" The elder chuckled but you gulped when you saw his right eye twitching "I'm fucking pissed off actually."

You widened your eyes... in all of the years you've been here you never actually heard a swear coming from this man's mouth... well, until now at least.

"U-uh-"

"Your boyfriend just simply refuses to listen." He chuckled a bit darkly "I tell him to NOT do something and guess what he does? The exact damn opposite." He ranted on as you nodded a bit, still not quote recovered at seeing the usual calm and collected pops so... irritated.

"I swear he gives me more headaches than all of my years inside this fucking organization and I've been here practically all of my life." He sighed while pushing his Grey hair back before looking at you "I apologize my dear, I will just go lay down a bit to calm myself down."

"I-is okay." You smiled a bit "just try to calm down a bit yeah?... is chisaki-"

"On his office." He grumbled while rubbing his head "I gave him something to do, not simply fuck up all my hard work to not have the police on my ass at least." He muttered and your jaw fell.

Alright, He was definitely pissed at your boyfriend.

You took some steps and knocked lightly on his door but heard nothing.

"Love? Is me." You knocked once while calling "Can I please come in?"

You had to put your ear on the door to finally hear a grumble as you sighed and shrugged. Close enough to a answer.

As soon as you entered and closed the door you didn't know whether to laugh or gasp..

There was at least five piles full of documents on Kai's desk. And it wasn't small piles, no, they were big. Similar to those cartoons when a character is at their work.

Kai hated taxes and hated to do these kind of work inside the yakusa... so judging by the tired yet pissed look of your boyfriend, this was probably his punishment given by pops.

"Oh honey... what did you do this time?" You accidentally let out as Kai only glared at you.

"If you're here to mock me or give me a scolding about my ideas to put this sorry place back on their glory days not being 'right' than just get out of here." He growled and you blinked... pops did scared you a bit when he growled, but your boyfriend? Nah, you were used to his bad mood.

"I didn't do neither of these, I just asked you what did you do to make pops put you in this kind of work... again." You lifted your hands up in a signal of peace as he only grumbled.

You shaked your head a bit before walking towards where he was sitting. He didn't stop what he was doing until your hands started to massage a bit his shoulder... he did tense up a bit at the start but soon you heard a little sigh and his body soon started to relax, little by little.

You snorted but that was enough for him to glare at you once again.

"Care to tell me what happened?" You lowered yourself down to put your head on his shoulder as he scoffed. "Not going to?"

Another scoff which made you roll your eyes at his attitude, until an idea popped as you smiled mischievously.

His breath caught on his throat when you started to plant kisses on the exposed part of his neck, and you couldn't help the giggled escaping your lips at feeling his skin shiver the slightly bit.

He muttered your name in warning as you kept kissing all of his weak spots.

"Tell me what happened" kiss "you might even feel better" kiss "please?" Another kiss "I want to try to calm you down a bit." Kiss

It was silent for a bit until he sighed deeply, hanging his head backwards a bit but enough to bump softly with yours. You removed yourself from the crook of his neck to watch from upwards his face which was clearly more relaxed, eyes closed and no more his eyebrows scrunched which surely would gave him wrinkles before his 40s.

You waited for him to peak his eyes open before silently suggesting to take off his black face mask and he only closed them once again, silently letting you removed the mask to see his whole face on all its glory. You smiled at seeing the signs of some of hair grow in his chin as you gently carreseded the area with your thumb as he grunted.

"Forgot to shave?" You asked as you felt your fingers being slight tickeed by ghe small facial hairs of his.

"Didn't had time." He justified, his frown coming back nefore you kissed his forehead.

"I like it. It suits you. Makes you even more senior than usual." You kissed his lips as he scoffed later.

"Disgusting."

It was a peaceful silence until you felt one of your hands being picked up by one of his bigger gloved hands. He brought close to his face, smelling the scent of the soap or hand sanitizer you used due to his mysiphohia and he couldn't help the warm feeling as he planted a small and almost shy kiss on your hand afterwards.

You smiled at the gesture, feeling all warm and fuzzy yourself at how far he had come over his own mysophobia just for you.

"There was this one specific minor gang on the center of Tokyo." He started, staring at your hand he hadn't let go of "A bunch of imbeciles, yet they had some.. "merch" I was quite interested in. It had a vicious effect on the brain and would lead us to gain some money to-"

"You were dealing with drugs again, weren't you?" You muttered.

"... you sound disappointed."

"Well, kinda. I know your intentions are good love but... it's just isn't right." You sighed, knowing your ideals were very much different. Kai could be extremist and radical sometimes on things he wanted and believed, quirks being a very much example of it.

You felt himself letting go of your hand and standing up from his chair, and for a second you thought you had angered him again but he just looked at you with solemn eyes.

"You're better than me as a human in many ways. Yet, I want this organization to come back as being a respected and powerful one. The method we've been doing for these last years is not working." He spoke as he took some steps and sat on the couch of his office, legs spread and arms resting over it "Some rules need to be broken to get our goal."

"But that's not right still love.." You dared to speak as you walked near him "Besides, you always end up on a fight or using your quirk on someone..."

"That is just a consequence, but is worth it." He growled at the ground.

"Is it?" You muttered "I.. I keep worrying about you or if you're okay almost all of the time now."

"You don't need to."

"Of course I need to!" You exclaimed while taking a seat next to him "Kai, I love you. You're my boyfriend. And I care and worry about you... don't you feel the same about me?"

Silence... and you sighed. You knew he felt the same way, but sometimes you couldn't help but think your man was way too complicated...

"Is what he wants." He broke the tension "thats something that he wants for so long... it would be the only way to pay him back to what he had done to... me." He muttered, staring ahead of him as you frowned.

"... I know you want to pay him back love, but maybe you being his successor is already enough."

"Is not." Kai muttered "trust me... is not."

You frowned before scooting closer and looking at him. His golden eyes looked at you for a bit before sighing and lifting one of his arms to allow you to hug his torso.

You laid your head on the crook of his neck as his gloved hand remained in your scalp, while both of your hands and his other one were on top of each other.

"You didn't change my mind about much things I did, but... I'm glad you came here. To check on me, I guess." He muttered and you couldn't help bit to snort.

"You're so stubborn." You whispered before looking at him, his stoic face no where to be seen as he scoffed at your words.

"Look who is talkin-" He widened his eyes when you kissed him once again, the hand that was on top of his now sweetly holding the right side of his jaw.

"You were saying?" You giggled at his red cheeks and those golden eyes glaring at you before he grabbed your both cheeks "Mh!"

"Shut up you brat. Didn'tyou want to calm me down? Then be quiet." He muttered huskily near your lips before kissing them again

Safe to say, he wasn't finishing those taxes.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Adding a angst hc for your ASL x S au here!!

Okay so, I have a headcanon that Sanji has a fucking lot of scars. And okay, the ones on his hands it's obvious he would have since he is a chef. But he has scars in all his body, arms, legs, chest, hips, back (where he has a big burn from when niji electrocuted him).

And then on his eye. The eye he always hides. It's a scar but he also don't see anything with this eye.

He nevers shows this to anyone, until the "accident" happens and Dragon brings Sabo back to his brothers and boyfriend. Sabo now having a burn.

Then, Sanji starts to take care of the wound like someone who had been throught something like that. ASL are confused and ask him, to which Sanji replys showing the blind eye.

(I believe this would turn out with Sanji telling about his childhood to his boyfriends)

Wait, wait. Oh my god. So instead of showing his right eye for Pre TS he just always shows his left? Just hides it? Makes it even worse if it's the ASL where Sanji was found on the beach in the mask(it's not, unless?) Jeeessuuss. Okay. Also yeah he has so many fucking scars, look at his family, I even wrote Mihawk to be pissed about it. Also they're like teenagers in this.

Sanji hides his right eye, asks the brothers not to look at it if he's sleeping or whatever. He doesn't like broadcasting it but they can all see the wisps of scar tissue around the eye. They don't know how bad it is, waiting for Sanji to show them. But they see the other scars, his body is littered with them, more so than them and they live in a jungle and he lives in a floating restaurant. Zeff has always been rather protective of Sanji for some reason and the scars a probably part of why. Then Sabo dies.

They're mourning and mourning when Dragon brings Sabo to the Baratie all fucked up with burns and damage and Zeff is calling Garp to bring the other two so they can help with Sabo. When they show up Dragon and Zeff are watching the other blond teen care expertly for the injured one's eye. It's a few days later when they're in the tree house, Zeff having kicked Sanji off with all the medical supplies he requested, that Sabo asked how he knows how to take care of this. Sanji lifts the fringe without vocalizing an answer because his eye is answer enough. His iris is torn and the pupil is greyed out, the eyelid is slow moving when he blinks and he doesn't have eyelashes because it's mostly scar tissue. The immediate curses from around him make Sanji shrug as Ace grabs his shoulders and demands to know who did this to him. Sanji says it doesn't matter but they're disagreeing with that. Luffy is shaking with anger and demands to know who, they'll find out eventually. Sanji sighs and says his sperm donor did it to him and explains some of the other bigger scars, the electric burn from Niji on his back, the weird scars on his legs from Yonji's chains.

Eventually after a while they're all curled up with the blonds between them, both of them sleeping because Sabo needs all the rest he can get with his memories still coming back. Ace and Luffy have vowed revenge on the Sanji's birth family when they meet them. They will one day, that's for certain.

[celabi]

expanding on scara cleaning himself up for you. and ppl drooling over him. established relationship

the reader getting petty and possessive

most people probably thought/think scara is part of the small dick community, one millimeter defeater type beat. that is until grey sweat pants season comes along.

homie is in one of his hoodies that you just gave back to him and switched for another bc you like the way he smells and the old one just smells like you now. (he’s bought a new cologne that smells like heaven to you.) and since you basically lived in the hoodie you gave back smells like you hes so happy surrounded by your scent and what not. so much so he doesn’t seem to notice all of the people ogling him.

the sweats he’s wearing just does nothing to hide how big he actually is. even soft and confined by his boxer briefs you can see his dick print. and if one thing is certain it’s that he is no where near small. despite his slim and lean stature he’s fucking hung.

this is the third time this week that scara has worn his sweats and the third time your classmates have tried to get a piece of what your man has to offer.

even on days he doesn’t wear his sweats people are still trying to get at him. seeming to forget that he has a girlfriend. one who as beginning to get increasingly possessive over him.

they all hated scara just a few months ago, wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. they straight up bullied him. and now that he’s with you, he’s all of a sudden drool worthy?!

when you were the only one that noticed him. thought he was cute. helped him get his shit together. and now they want him.

one night while scara was letting you have his way with him it was one of those nights where he just needed to relax and not worry about being in control. a state only you got to see him in, you decided to mark him up as you worshipped his body.(#scara needs praise) love bites and straight up bite marks littered all over his body. even his arms had them. that should be a big enough sign that he is off limits. he’s yours and you don’t share.

the mission failed, apparently being covered in marks didn’t send the message. currently you were coming back from the rest room and saw some random chick getting awfully close to scara. he was blatantly ignoring her. airpods in his ears and everything. it made you giggle knowing the airpods were dead. she was pissing you off more than it bothered him.

you’re next move was out of pure annoyance and pettiness. you pushed your way between the two and sat in scaras lap, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist. the girl still stayed and acted like you didn’t exist. scara was about to say something when he saw an unfamiliar look on your face so he didn’t. you actually started to talk to the bitch. the whole quad was staring at this point. ready to see a fight.

“back off.” you huffed annoyed at the attention but you had a lightbulb moment.

“as a matter of fact all of you cheap whores that keep harassing MY boyfriend. stay. the. fuck. away.” the tone it your voice was terrifying it sounded like you were out for blood. much to your dismay this one single bitch would not get the fucking hint.

“it’s not like you own him. you’re acting like he’s property.”

that’s what set off a rash decision he’d never let you live down. you leaned up and whispered a small sorry. leaving him utterly confused.

“you wanna fucking bet.” with a small smirk to the relentless chick you grabbed scaras chin and guided him into a kiss it was such a possessive kiss that left him breathless. tightening your grip on his chin you forced him to make eye contact with you.

“alright baby answer my questions nice and clear for everyone to hear alright.”

“who left you with all these pretty marks?”

“you did.” his answer was quick and earned a soft goodboy from you.

“who’s dirty panties have you stolen?”

he was a bit taken aback but the humiliating question but nevertheless answered. “yours only yours.”

“who helped you get your life together?”

“you, you helped me so much.”

“before us, what did you jerk off too?”

“your selfies and.. panties”

“who do you belong too?”

“you! i belong to you!” his answer was immediate

“who do love?”

“you, always- only you.”

“just two more after this one. who do i belong to?” at this question you could feel his hot cum on your ass.

“me, you’re mine.”

“mmkay, who do i love?”

this one was actually a little difficult for him bc what if its not him. “me. you love me.”

“good job, last one. did you just cum in your pants?”

“..yeah i did” you pulled him in for another kiss as a reward.

“i’m pretty sure he’s mine. don’t’cha think?”

“so all of you leave him alone thanks.”

he was infact left alone

-why scara came in his pants.

he started to pop a boner when he saw the look of jealousy on your face. it got even worse when you announced to everyone in earshot that they needed to leave him the fuck alone. he was leaking pre by the time you started asking questions. he was biting back whimpers with each answer and each time he got praise. the humiliation factor had him even more turned on. you were so jealous that you were making a point to remind people of who he belonged too. when you asked who you belonged to it caught him and his cock off guard. you wanted people to know you were his as well. fuck thats hot.

you did repeatedly apologize about putting him on blast. even though he said he didn’t care and that he actually thought it was hot.

this turned into an actual fic lmao

-horny thots by nymph just for u.

SKSSKSKSSNJWSNKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKKSKSKssOMHOMHOMGOMHOMUSJSNSONSJWOSOODICIJ

HES SO ??????????????????

His earphones are dead but he’s acting like he cant hear her LMAO ☠️☠️

Omg just, listing off all the things you’ve made him do 🥺 asking him how many of your panties he has sniffed and he’s like “… all of them.” 🥺 asking him how many times he’s masturbated to you and he’s like “… too many times to count.” 🥺 Asking him who he’ll love for the rest of his life and he’s like “you… oh god it will always be you.” 🥺 Asking him if he cares about the other girls who are attracted to him and he’s like “no I couldn’t care less.” 🥺 and the other girl is just 🧍‍♀️ wtf am I looking at right now didn’t know you both were tight 😳

Please he’s just so cute and does everything you say. Agrees to anything you ask.

And while you’re sitting on his lap, he’s slowly staring to rut his knee against your pussy cause he’s that turned on by your possessiveness 🥺

[refried-ghost]

I have so so many ideas. So little time and not the skills to get them all out in quick enough succession.

I'll get there. I'll get there.

Like the things I do write aren't really thought out before hand. I've had Everyone's Running Away in the back of my mind for a year but scrapped most of the details. What I've writing here has been going in with some ideas. But basically none, unless I'm continuing on an idea I already started here.

Being Fired doesn't have a big old plot. I either feel like writing Skoodge or Krysa or again working off something I already wrote.

Some Dubious Cloning strikes at complete random. Not really surprising I wrote for it in the last week with all this 777 stuff. It was supposed to be shelved, but it's consistently like hey hey hey. Write about Gaz. Write about softer stuff. You need some fluff in your life, work on it bitch. And still we get angst.

Tallest Gir is in fact shelved. The three above are huge and I want to get them done.

Meats&Metals is backstory and where I figure out how I want to set up the Irkens. It's good for feeling out how I'm gonna characterize them. It's fine it I have to go back latter and break somethings cause personality are too off. But also can be far enough back that they can develop into the characters we know if I'm careful enough. Not a priority, but likely will be consistently added to.

WTF Purple. My lovely lovely self indulgent fic with two Purples, one Red and yards of angst. That I have thumbnailed a comic for and was writing a script to until I realized I only liked chapter one the other three were garbage cause I pulled the idea completely from the nether and didn't know where to go with it. Is sorta shelved. I do just wanna finish the comic for chapter one and just get to it as I get to it, but I don't know. Bulb deserves attention. I want the Rapr thing. I want an OCxTallest thing. I want crush Purple into dust like I do Zim and Skoodge. But also like eh. But also Marred Purple is my favorite Purple with all his baggage, how the situation wrecks him further then he thought possible, how he put himself in it, cause he saw Red in danger. Even though he watched him die and knows he's dead. And struggle with the fact that he's right their right in front of him, but he's not. Plus you know. Having a double of yourself around that gets pissed when you flirt with his boyfriend even though you really didn't mean to and the fact you did already fucks you up is good ground for an identity crisis. My problem was likely trying to write it in chronological order.

And the Kyrie stuff. The Mysterious Crew cut off from the empire for years due to Spork's Plotting. The Old Empire stuff with many Tallest's warring against each other Tallest Roxvin on Irk and Grey from the rebelling sector Kyrie's created in. The Swap where old empire Purple and canon Purple swap bodies and have to navigate the massive differences between their realities. But is it different realities or is it a time thing? Hmmm? Hmmm? None of which I have any plans on writing anytime in the observable future. Shelved.

I don't know if I'm even gonna write What Happened on Vort? even though it was part of Running Away. If I get to the Resisty stuff it'd be great. The perfect lead into the absolute chaos to follow an attempted mystery. But i don't know if I can pull it off or if I even want to keep Running Away's ending the way it is. Do I actually have it in me to end it like that?

Actually ask me anything about my ideas I'd love to spill. Expect Vort and Running Away's ending.

This isn't even touching the original stuff.

Also the smugglers thing. Don't whenever remember how that connects to canon right now aside from Purple ordering an Enforcer to investigate them. Could probably roll the whole idea into some else entirely since the lingering attachments are so thin. Might just been apart of the world building I was going for Irk that got a bit out of control.

It's was for 24 hour Purple. So basically just a world building thing. that's not even a project anymore. Okay so this was when I trying to write about an average day in Purple's life way back. Then 24 hour Red was supposed to be things going to absolute chaos. And I got caught in a spiral of world building. I made up bunch of Advisor most of which are scrapped. Really tall dude hiding out in the crime base under irks dump used to be one of the heads to a PAK involved sector until it the Lords and Advisors thought he was getting to powerful and started trying to kill him. The smugglers group keeps him there so he can falsify PAK IDs permissions and records. Most of the world building is outdated. Did result in the Tallest's Chambers though. And basically all my ideas for what was in there aside from Red's room. Just didn't get there before I realized how deep in the dirt I was.

[veilk]

7 and 10 for arospec ask game!

[arospec ask game link, at the top this time because my answer for this one got really, REALLY long]

7. do you experience any forms of attraction? i.e., romantic, platonic, aesthetic, sensual, sexual, etc.

ive already answered this one over here! but bc i feel like anwering again, that i do! specifically alterous (or as i call it: secret third thing) and some kind of unspecified physical attraction (or as i call it: secret fourth thing)

10. what frustrates you the most about amatonormativity?

this got long, whew

first place is definitely the "love is what makes you human<3" crowd, and generally the phenomenon of putting love up on this big special pedestal. a lot of people treat it like it's objectively the best emotion, which is untrue, because there is no objective "best" emotion.

like... it's fine if love is important to you, on personal level. that's not my business. but when you come up to me while i'm expressing discomfort with how heavily love is emphasized to either say you think i'm not defining "love" broadly enough or to outright say that i'm wrong for being uncomfortable? that's the bullshit that makes me see red.

sure, love can be your meaning of life. that's totally fine and i'm glad you're happy. but get this, and you have to accept this if you want to be normal about aromanticism: love is not *my* meaning of life. this does not mean it actually secretly *is*, and i just define love less broadly than you- it means exactly what i said, and you have to deal with that.

also like... who cares if we define love differently? who cares if i define it less broadly than you? you don't get to change my own personal definition of it. my personal relationship with the concept of love as an aromantic person is not your business, and you are not going to suddenly change it by going "actually, you're wrong and i'm right!", you're just going to piss me off.

for clarification, i do have things i love, i do have people i love, and generally i'm not opposed to finding more things and people to love. but i just don't consider the emotion itself that intensely important. i could certainly live without it and honestly i kind of just don't experience it in a way that society really likes in the first place. i value relationships themselves more than the specific emotion, if that makes sense.

i have no clue if literally any of this is coherent and i am hoping so hard that it is

in second place for thing that annoys me most abt amatonormavity is how, you know, romantic by default partnerships are considered, as well as how strict the boundaries of those relationships are. there isn't any room for a grey area with amatonormavity- you're either dating entirely romantically or you aren't in any sort of partnership at all. i find this highly uncomfortable as a partnering aro who thrives in the grey area. i do want partnerships but the partnerships i want are incompatible with amatonormativity.

my ideal relationships boil down to fucking around and finding out, to just doing whatever. relationships where we're indistinguishable from people who aren't dating, but we call each other boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever? sure. relationships where we do a lot of traditionally "romantic" things, in a distinctly non-romantic way? sure. a mix of the two? sure. something else neither of us care to define? sure. literally just calling each other our partners for fun and no other reason? sure. we don't even have to be attracted to each other. join my polycule for fun and profit etc etc.

see, none of these things are even slightly compatible with amatonormativity, and they have to be done with someone who understands that. which, unfortunately, many many people either just... don't really understand or find these kinds of relationships discomfort-inducing and weird, due to how they go against the norm, and will find you weird for wanting that.

and that probably concludes my answer to this ask. if you got here to the end, hi there, i hope you enjoyed my words. i have been working on this ask for just about two hours and i don't know if anything i said was written coherently. i really hope at least some of it was because i can't be bothered to fix it if it wasn't. this post was sponsored by i am so aromantic and i have so many thoughts on it

[jacqcrisis]

Okay, this started out as writing why fallout au Theseus did what he did in Chapter 12 and then turned into a 2nd POV short about it:

So Theseus is very invested in Asphodel. It's the first place since he left The Brotherhood that felt like home, he's got his big mutant, he's got his love and adoration from the human townsfolk, he's essentially third in charge after Hades and Nyx. He's got a great thing going for him in a great place and he'd do anything to keep it, himself, Asterius, and the townspeople safe.

Now to him, Hermes is not a part of his town. He's drifter, a vagabond, a trouble maker who provides a minimal service that he could easily be replaced in. Theseus has no feelings on Hermes other than he's annoying and sticks his nose in places it doesn’t belong and if he never came back from one of his trips, Theseus wouldn’t shed a tear for him.

So imagine, being in that position where you are the captain of the guard and your lover/right hand man/the big mutant that keeps most of the raiders away gets beaten for the first time by some diminutive masked stranger and then your consistent headache bursts into where he’s not supposed to be once again. Is he in on this? Hermes seems to know this fighter, seems invested in his well-being and he’s once again determinedly ignoring you in favor of ferrying him away under the guise of ‘someone looking for him’. 

A likely story.

Ares finds you and Asterius as you’re exiting, asking after the fighter, and Asterius is vague on the details. He’s got a soft spot for Hermes, one you don’t share and in a vindictive move, you wait till Asterius is distracted, and swiftly inform Ares of what happened, thinking nothing more of it as you finally leave. Ares is an honorable man after all; he saved the town’s physician, brought in the criminal at large, never asked for payment for a job well done. After all he’s selflessly down for Asphodel and given the respect he speaks to you with, you trust him. 

And whoever this stranger is, he felled your mutant, is in some kind of devious plot with Hermes, and is clearly some kind of inhuman monstrosity. Your town has too many of those in your opinion. If Ares wants this cowardly fiend, he can have him.

You realize your mistake as Sisyphus tells his tale, never once suspecting Ares could be anything than off-color mercenary. You don’t want to believe it, the accusations seeming far-fetched for one man to accomplish but there’s conviction in the prisoner’s tone and Hermes may be a trickster and a sneak, but he’s no liar. As Hermes and Asterius discuss next steps, it dawns on you the monster still in your town, still unaccounted for, still capable of gathering a raiding party. Asphodel is more equipped than Corinth, strategically placed, walled, and guarded but there’s still gaps in their defenses and Ares has been here a while, would know the best ways in and out. 

And you gave him the name of a reason to stick around.

Therefore, it's no surprise when Ares corners you the next evening as your checking the perimeter of the wall. His honeyed words are gone, the friendliness and respect in his eyes absent, replaced with a cold inhumane apathy as he toys with a knife and claims to be needing answers. It's unnerving, that switch, and while you are a Paladin, while you fought mutants twice your size and thrice as disgusting as the unassuming person asking after the courier, his new demeanor has you wishing for your power armor and the laser rifle locked away under your bunk.

Ares is clear in his demands; he wants to know when Hermes will return, just to ask a few questions. It's here you have to make a decision, the implication clear in how he'd 'hate to take more direct measures' if he is not aided in some way to find his man. How he says he has some ‘friends’ who’d love to see the sights. 

You could be defiant, brave, try and take him out now or meet his raiders with a militia of your own, but say you fail now, say he does come back with an army. Townspeople will die for nothing more than one murderer’s quest and is that worth the casualties when another option is very much available? You have no stake in this fighter who now claims champion to your arena and Hermes isn’t even a part of your town; just a nuisance lay-about who runs mail sometimes and aids and abets the bewitching ferryman’s illicit side business.

Why risk the Asphodel, it’s citizens, Asterius, your whole life when you can just hand over two pests and be done with it? 

You tell him Hermes will be back with the next two weeks, that you'll ensure the town guards won't interfere, and whoever the fighter turns out to be, Ares is allowed to do as he wishes with him. The only caveats you give is that once he has his man, Ares never returns and, when dealing with the courier, Charon be left alive and capable. Ares laughs at that, commenting he didn't realize you had a soft spot for the ghoul given how you bluster about him.

You don’t, which you are adamant on, no matter how frightening or magnetic he may be. The town can get a new courier, but someone willing to run the ferry service and live so far from civilization to provide such work would be impossible to find. As much as Charon and his immoral wares pains you more than his pet, his absence is 1000 times more detrimental to Asphodel than his presence. 

Ares agrees he’ll leave Asphodel as is if he finds his man. He shakes your hand but it does not escape your notice when he makes no promise in regards to Charon as he saunters into the forest. As the week goes by, it weighs on you as you keep your deal secret, outfitting young men and women with guns to bolster the guard and passing by flyers of a man you sold two people to.

You're at your station at the front gate when you see the smoke coming from the river. You know Ares has seen it as well from wherever he's been hiding the past week or so and yet you cannot feel any relief that this whole sordid affair is soon to be over. Hermes comes by and wonders why you're not making a fuss about the zombies congregating at the docks and you can't look at him in the eye, having made your deal with the devil and promised him as an acceptable sacrifice to keep your people, your home, your life safe.

The shift change goes mysteriously unscheduled, leaving the docks and the road unguarded and you while your time away cleaning your power armor as Asterius checks over the town’s arsenal. It’s a cathartic sort of chore, a reminder of where you came from, the other sacrifices you’ve had to make both in and out of the Brotherhood. You need that tonight, especially when the first round of shots carry through the quiet evening, the weight of your decision only growing as you wave it off for a farmer scaring off a coyote from the sheep barn.

It’s the second volley of gunfire that draws Asterius’ attention and, lacking an excuse for it this time, you both search the edge of the fields and the edge of the woods. It’s there you find the ferryman, marching along the river from the trees, and that relief of seeing him alive and upright is quashed when you take in the state of him. There’s a gash in his chest and a body slung over his shoulder and as he lets it drop to the ground to address you and Asterius, it’s only what’s left of the body’s white hair that makes it even remotely recognizable. 

Noting the absence, you ask where Hermes is and Charon stares you down, that horrible mouth you’ve found your eyes drifting to thinning, his horrifically rotted face streaked in dried blood. You’ve seen him angry as pushing him to emotion is a game you’ve partaken in over and over again, but this is something new as the fist around a familiar orange bandanna tightens at his side. He says something with his hands, sharp and decisive as he does not let you seek relief from his damning stare and Asterius grunts in surprise next to you. 

“That is a good question.” He notes, turning his great head toward the docks and squinting in the moonlight. “Where is the night shift?” 

Charon doesn’t seem to care much for answer, already picking up Ares’ body once more and leaving you in your continued silence. Asterius touches your shoulder in concern, calling you a title you don’t know if you deserve anymore. You have no idea what to say.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[writteninthegarden]

I Love That Idiot Cave Man

Aaron Hotchner x Female FBI Cyber Crimes Agent

A/N: When you run out of title ideas for updates...sometimes I just pick a fun line I used.

Summary: Reader is venting to Penelope a few days after Aaron’s visit to her office. Reader is struggling with wanting to move forward in the relationship, but still nervous if Aaron truly trusts her.

Word Count: 1800

Contains/Warnings: SFW, no shortage of fluff, relationship decisions, and bubble baths

“Oh, my good god and gumdrops!” Penelope exclaimed with an ecstatic hand clap. “Did you tell him?”

“Ssssh, Pen! Try and keep it down, please. Pretty please?” You closed her office door behind you and walked over to lean against the side of her desk.

“Okay, sorry. My bad. I’m just excited and still waiting for an answer…” she whispered. Well, at least a whisper for Penelope.

“I didn’t tell him or ask him yet.”

“Oh. Okay. Have you changed your mind?”

You let out a long and slow sigh. “No, I still want to.”

“But? I sense a but.” Penelope looked at you expectantly.

“He got jealous.” You held your head in your hands.

“Okay, Y/N. I’ve known you long enough to know when something is bothering you. Spill, sugar plum. Enough of the succinct Hotch-like one line responses.”

“He got jealous of the male agent I’ve been working with for this task force. Made up a pretty lame excuse to come up to that agent’s office the other night when I told him I was working late. I was upset. He didn’t get it at first, but I think I explained it to him. I mean, after how secretive and aloof he’s been with me in the past…he checks up on me as if I can’t be trusted? It pissed me off, Pen.”

“Wow, what a fumble. I’m sorry, Y/N. You’ve been working so hard with your new job and the task force. I see that and I’m proud of you. He’s so proud of you too. Strictly between us, I think he’s still figuring it all out when it comes to friendships and your relationship. He’s kept so much to himself for so long. Now he’s finally letting us all in a little and you…he’s letting you in a lot, which makes me so happy for you two.” Penelope fanned her eyes to fight off tears sneaking in. “Now, I’m not making excuses for him. Your feelings are valid. He was an idiot cave man. Also, just so we’re clear, I’m talking about your boyfriend when I say that. Your boyfriend was the idiot, not my boss.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Pen. Ugh, damn it.” You nervously bit your lip. “I love that idiot cave man. I had big plans, Pen. Big big plans to tell him I want to move in with him. If I do it now it will look like I’m only doing it in response to that night.”

“Honey, it’s Hotch for heaven’s sake. You don’t need anything elaborate. You could probably leave him a post it note and he’d be just as thrilled.”

“Nah, that’s too Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t need it to be a big production. I just want to do something meaningful. Any ideas?” The irony of asking Penelope for low key ideas was not lost on you.

“Remind me how he asked you. It was your last night in Florida?”

You smiled as you replayed the memory in your mind. “He beat around the bush because I think he was flustered. No, I know he was flustered. Finally he mentioned having forever sleepovers with me. Pen, I think I have an idea!” You jumped up and started pacing her office.

“Oooh, tell me! No, wait. Don’t tell me. Keep it a surprise. Can I be of any help to you?”

“Yes, that would be amazing. Is he still here?”

“Should be. He and JJ got back from a local consult like an hour ago. Do you need me to chase him out of the office? Or set off the fire alarm near his office so he has to evacuate? Eh, on second thought…that won’t be a crowd favorite so I probably shouldn’t. I can certainly chase him out the door. It wouldn’t be the first time, so he shouldn’t think anything of it. Just say the word, my dear!” Now Penelope had jumped up out of her seat too.

“Could you stall him from leaving for like an hour or two?” That should give you enough time.

“Wait, seriously? He’ll probably do that all on his own. Either way, I’ll be so covert. He won’t get spooked on my watch.”

“Thanks, Pen! You are the absolute best and I worry I don’t tell you nearly often enough!” You threw your arms around her in an all encompassing hug, which she of course immediately reciprocated.

“Go get your plan ready! You can sing my praises and hype me up later. I will gladly take a rain check for you.” She ushered you to the door.

~

Aaron came home a little over 2 hours later. Penelope had kept you updated on when he looked like he was leaving for the night. You texted him to ask if you could come over so he’d know you’d be there. When he came in you called out that you were in the bedroom. You carried on with putting away the clean clothes of yours you brought over, mostly replenishing your underwear stash and a few work outfits you’d need to hang up.

“Laundry night?” he asked as he leaned against his doorframe.

“Just refilling my underwear drawer. Oh, and I finally picked up my dry cleaning so I could have a few work outfits here.”

He walked over to where your work outfits sat on the edge of his bed and picked up the 3 hangers. He carried them over to his closet and pushed his clothes to the left to make room for the 3 outfits.

“Oh, I can hang those in the office closet if you’re tight on space. I just hadn’t made my way in there yet.” You finished putting your folded panties in the drawer and gently closed it.

“No need. There’s room. I’ve been meaning to clear out more space for you in this closet.”

“How about a proper hello first?” You smiled and stepped towards him.

He closed the distance and reached up to brush your cheek and chin with his hand. “My apologies. Hello, sweetheart.” He just barely pressed his lips to yours.

“That wasn’t a real kiss” you whined.

“I was aiming for proper” he said with that damn devilish half smirk that never failed to get you. Immediately afterwards he pulled you against him. One hand held your hip in place while the other gently shifted your hair behind your shoulders. You had taken the time to straighten it, which was all part of your plan. Hopefully he’d notice the little details. Your train of thought was interrupted when he smashed his lips against yours. Damn it, you reminded yourself. You asked for this. Now you had to keep your own eyes on the prize and not get distracted. You pulled back to meet his gaze.

“There’s your proper kiss, but I can always do it again for good measure. Practice is fun.”

“Later. I want to take a bath. I’ve been dreaming about a nice relaxing bubble bath all day. Before you grumble, I didn’t add any bubble bath yet. You can pick if you’ll get in there with me.” You looked up at him, eyes wide as you awaited his response. Take the bait. Come on, please.

“Okay, that does actually sound quite nice.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. No lavender this time, but you can twist my arm to relax in a warm bath with my hot naked girlfriend. Did you style your hair differently? It looks extra straight.” He ran his fingers through it mindlessly.

“Yeah, I straightened it. Shoot, I should put it up so it doesn’t get wet. I don’t think my big hair clips are here. Will it completely ruin the moment if I wear a shower cap?”

“No” he said with a chuckle. “Do you have one here?”

“I might. Check the hook next to my robe.”

“Ah, you’re in luck. Look at that. Your rubber ducky one is here.”

“Ohhh, that’s where it is. Wait, why do you have my shower cap, Aaron?”

“I…” he paused. “Hmmm, I’m not sure actually. Did you bring it to show Jack or something?”

You shook your head no and whispered “I brought it to show you.”

Aaron looked up from the bin of bubble bath and bath bombs he’d been browsing.

“To show me?

You nodded. “Do you remember what we talked about the last night in Florida?”

“Of course. Is that why the shower cap made it over here?” You could tell he was trying to keep his voice and tone soft. However, his eyes gave him away. He was ready to hang on every word of your reply.

“Yes. Aaron, I’d love to have forever sleepovers with you if that’s still something you want too.” You remained where you stood. It took everything in you to fight the urge to leap into his arms. If he said yes, you told yourself then you could. You needed confirmation.

“Y/N, nothing would make me happier. I am, however, going to need you to come here right this very second.”

You took that as your green light and ran over to him. You wasted no time wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him the rest of the way to you. “I have to make you come part of the way to me.”

His response was to lift you up by your waist and pepper your face, lips, and neck with kisses. “Fair enough. I love you, by the way.”

“I love you too, roomie. We’re still taking a bath.” You patted his chest and prepared for the complaints to follow.

“I figured.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’ll grab your prized shower cap.”

“Eh, that’s okay. It can sit this one out.” You climbed into the tub.

“Don’t forget your hair…”

“I didn’t forget. That’s why I always have a…crap. I must’ve taken my hair elastic off my wrist earlier. It’s fine.”

“I’m unconvinced. Turn around.”

Before you could ask why you felt Aaron start to gingerly gather your hair into a ponytail. Well, more like into Aaron’s version of a ponytail. Your heart warmed even more when you watched him leaning to reach for one of your elastics he spotted in the bathroom. He didn’t seem to want to lose the progress he’d made so he held your hair in one hand and reached with the other.

“Luckily, you have scrunchies in just about every room.”

You giggled. “Those are elastics, babe.”

“Aren’t they the same?”

“Nope, scrunchies are the bigger ones. It doesn’t really matter. There’s some useless trivia for you.”

“Jeez, I was just about to brag until I saw how bumpy I made it underneath.”

“That’s an easy fix” you said as you reached to pull the elastic out and adjust.

“Umm, excuse me” Aaron moved your hand away. “I’ll fix it.” You couldn’t help but smirk when you saw him put the elastic he grabbed on his wrist while he began his second attempt.

“If Jack ever decides he wants long hair you might get regular practice with this.”

You heard him chuckle behind you. “Trust me, if he’s smart he’ll style it himself…or ask you.

“Thanks, handsome. Now you should get in here.”

“Is the water still warm enough?” He pulled off his white undershirt.

“You’ll just have to come find out” you said as you motioned him towards you.

Taglist: @rousethemouse @itsmytimetoodream @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

[vernon-s-whore]

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙The Best Friend Chronicles

part 1 2  3

Huening Kai x afab!cis reader

Huening Kai x Childhood friend!reader

warnings: slight smut, afab!female reader, hasn't been beta'd because i don't have a beta. forgive me for spelling errors or whatever, swearing because yes.

a/n: I tried writing in first person pov since most my stuff is in 3rd person. sorry if it's extremely bad or smthg :")

"You're so wet," he chuckles, eyes scrunching into crescents.

"Fuck you," i mutter half-heartedly, upset about the drink that fell over my clothes.

"This conversation would be so much better in a different setting," he saunters towards me all six feet and more of him backing me up towards his bedroom wall. The walls muffle the music outside but the bass still reverberates in my bones.

"Kai-" I say, going for a warning tone. It comes out as a broken syllable. For all his bleached-blond innocence, he sure can act like a demon when he wants to. He bends down and lets his large hands slip up my flimsy top. The same top on which he spilled his cocktail on.

"I can see right through your pining best friend act you know?" He places a kiss along my jaw, hair tickling my ear. "You're so whipped for me."

"I'm not." I swallow back the gasp that threatens to escape when he licks behind my ear. "Kai stop-"

He pulls back the slightest bit, looking right into my eyes. He's wearing blue-grey contacts. Against his pale skin and shock of bleached hair, the eyes look unearthly. Maybe that was what always enticed me to him in the first place. How unearthly he looked sometimes. Like an overgrown porcelain doll, all perfections, no flaws. Except he does have some plot holes in his personality.

"I'll stop then," he says, but he is smiling- no. He's smirking. "Who knows when this chance will come again for you," he begins to pull his body away, still keeping his hands under my shirt.

My eyes water. I look away from him towards the ground, towards Kai's hands, and...

sneeze loudly.

"ACHOO!"

"YAH! WHAT THE-" he yells and scrambles away. I sniff and pull at the hem of my top.

"I'm soaked and your house is a fucking freezer what did you expect! Give me some clothes and stop fucking teasing me," i snap at him, before turning away towards the wall and pulling off the drenched clothes. I hear a rustle, the sound of his cupboard closing.

"Here," he offers a sweatshirt which is small on him but probably three sizes too large on me simply on account of height. I put it on anyway without turning to look at him.

He has been a little bitch sometimes ever since he found out about my crush on him. Stuff like this. Leading me on, teasing, acting all boyfriend-like and then saying 'you're my best friend'.

"Don't tease me again, or i will kick you in the nuts." I sniff and rub my nose, walking towards his door.

I turn the knob but before i can open it, Huening's hand is on the dark wood and he is holding the door close.

I turn already exasperated and frankly pissed off now, "I'll sneeze on you agai-"

He is kissing me. Huening's hands rest on the dark wood next to me head as he kisses me, then pulls back slightly before kissing me again.

"Kai-" I protest, trying to push him away, He's simply too broad, too big, too strong. He doesn't come any close though, just chaste kisses. He's never kissed me on the lips.

"You looked so cute in my clothes i couldn't help it," he breathes out, eyes closed, eyelashes feathering his cheeks. "Absolutely adorable."

"This isn't a fun game, Kai," I try to go for a neutral tone but it comes out sounding too sad. I need to get away now, right? before he can fuck me up more. I turn away but he grabs my biceps, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Wasn't a game this time," he mumbles, not looking at my face.

"Pardon?" I can't believe my ears.

"I said wasn't a game," he repeats louder, looking at me again with his unnerving eyes. "Just let me fuck you." He blurts out.

"No!" I cry out, absolutely frazzled by the turn of events. "What? No."

There's a divot between his brows that doesn't often show unless he is really thinking hard, "That was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it?"

"Yes???" I back away from him, not exactly scared but simply to get some space. Sadly there is only about four inches of space to back into.

His eyes meet mine again and they look softer than before, no longer teasing or callous. The air between us feels charged, like any movement will set off sparks. He cups my face in his palm and bends down again, kissing me softly, just lips on lips, no tongue. I pull him closer because he was right- when else will this opportunity come by?- and also because it was getting maddening to kiss him without touching the rest of him. I slip my hands up his mesh shirt, over his soft stomach, abs tensing under the flesh as my hands skim over them.

He slips his tongue in my mouth, already walking back, pulling me with him towards the bed, not once stopping for breath till we are at the edge and he can sit down, making access to me- and frankly to him, he's a beanpole- easier.

"Fuck, you're so soft," he whispers, squeezing my hips. "You're like a pillow that could cure insomnia or some shit."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I say, out of breath from the kissing. He's the dancer, not me, i have negative stamina stats, while he looks like he has just been dipped in shimmer the way his skin glistens with the slight sheen of sweat. Porcelain doll indeed.

"It is, it is," he insists, pressing little kisses to my chest over his sweatshirt, giggling as he does it. I cringe away from him, feeling ticklish but he simply pulls me into his lap, like i don't weigh as much as i do and he can throw me around like a ragdoll.

HIs boner is painfully obvious but he does nothing to alleviate or address it. We're just... kissing.

"Kai," i interrupt the kissing, "Are we just gonna kiss?"

"I thought you don't fuck on the first date," he mumbles, kissing my wrist.

"I've known you for ten years," i gasp when his teeth dig into the thin skin of my wrist.

"As friends. As anything else, this is first," he sits back, leaning his weight on his forearms. His hips angle up, length pressing into the inside of my thigh. I can feel the heat radiating off him- off us- even through the clothes. "Do you want me to do something other than kiss?" He arches an eyebrow.

I nod, leaning forward slipping my hands under his mesh shirt and pulling it off him. He wasn't lying about the tattoo on his ribs, right under the curve of his pectoral. His breath hitches when i push him onto the bed and kiss the inked skin. He reaches down and finds the hem of my- his- sweatshirt and strips me of it in an instant. He rises up, taking me with him and undoes my bra tossing it onto the bed.

He's mouthing my breasts, sucking on the nipples gently when the door opens, Yeonjun's voice echoing in the room.

"The others are- KAI KAMAL HUENING LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR!" He yells scrambling out of the room at light speed. Meanwhile, i have fallen off Hueningkai's lap and onto the floor.

Kai is halfway through standing when the door slams shut.

"Yeonjun hyung saw us," Kai breathes out, still in his awkward half-standing position.

"You mean he saw my tits," I snap, bundling into the sweatshirt, pulling it over my head. 

“Hey- wait-” Kai fumbles but i’m already up and walking away from him. Enough embarrassment for one night. 

[poisonmypleasure]

Sweet Lies

suna rintarou x male reader

⚠️ smut: dominant bottom suna at the beginning, suna in a skirt, overstimulation, stomach bulging, marking, creampie, piss, degradation, hints of corruption (i think), flexible suna

You are a fucking liar. Suna Rintarou had collected a few proofs for that.

As his boyfriend, you brand yourself as a caring one, more than Suna at least, not like the middle blocker does not care for you. You always provide him for his needs, even unconsciously. 

You love taking care of him, whether you would put a more-than-enough portion of your food on his plate, do his laundry after yours or drop everything to give him company when he is sad. You love to spoil him to give him happiness and joy.

He got confused when you always got home late this month, only passing by him with a low hum of acknowledgement before showering then off to bed in only your pajama pants, which adds more to the temptation. 

Not sparing a glance, not eating dinner or supper with him, not spending quality time with him, not touching him at all, ranging from affectionate cuddles to sensual rubbing of his skin. Hell, he would even want you to break him, leave bite marks and bruises to remind him of how you handle him in bed. 

So, no. You were not caring for him. He needs you and you are one of his needs. 

As you walked in through the apartment door when the moon is most awake, putting your shoes on the short rack, you turn inwards to meet a sight of Suna wearing one of your button-up shirt, one that you usually put on for uni, paired with a maroon skirt that shows half of his bare thighs. 

He even decorated his shins and calves with a black lace stockings below his knees, accentuating his thighs more. The first three buttons were undone to display his collarbone and some of his chest, his fingers nimbly playing with the edge of his skirt, head tilted slightly with a soft smirk, but the lust in his battling grey and yellow eyes are nowhere near soft, sharpened by the dark eyeliner he drew to prepare, even his dark brown hair was combed. 

All efforts are about to be a ruined mess anyway.  

Each step he took constricts the flow of air into your lungs, his gaze on you collects more sweat under your T-shirt with the help of heat collected by your unzipped hoodie. Suna immediately latches his lips onto yours when he arrived in front of you, abdomen already pressing onto yours too, hands are quick to work to get your hoodie off, then your damp T-shirt, your body all his to feel, your scent of hardwork are greedily sniffed when his breath is taken away by your hungry mouth. 

A big question was formed when your words are a contrast to your predatory tongue that was almost down his throat earlier.

“R-Rin! Not tonight, okay? I’m tired…”

Those were not the words he wishes to hear. His disappointment was mirrored by his fingers trailing upwards, nails slightly burying in your skin to paint it a weak red, moving from your stomach, your chest, your shoulders before finally going around to interlock behind your neck. 

His beautiful frowning lips and narrowing eyes challenge you in silence for an explanation of your rejection. You shakily mumble the answer because of his teasing nibbles on your neck, occasional hard bites to shape hickeys on it.

“I’ve been finishing my assignments… It was n-not a breeze, I can tell you that- Ah~”

One particular bite was too deep for you to continue, your palms reacted to hold his waist firmly and your boyfriend started to grind his crotch onto you from the sensation, to get more of it. He whimpers from the feeling, poking the hickey that he made with his tongue then licking more of your skin upwards towards your bottom lip, panting hot breaths into your mouth.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N~ I know you want me too~” he threatened you in a sultry tone, probably the only person you would want to get threats from.

“Seriously, Rin… I feel like I’m gonna pass out…”

Your mouth said that but did otherwise. You can feel Suna smirk into the kiss that you brought him into in reflex, in need of his taste on your tongue. Like Suna said, you are a fucking liar and he did not even have to prove it by himself.

“I’ll get what I want, baby. Just lie down and take it~”

In a tight liplock, the tall middle blocker pulled you into the bedroom and pushed you to lie on the bed, just like he told you to. You are too tired to move, so you just let him undo your pants and take them off along with your briefs. 

Suna chuckles at the sight of your hard cock that was very much not tired as you mentioned, swollen red and leaking pre-cum already. He crawls up your laid down figure to face you again for another messy kiss, grinding his hips down on your crotch. Only now that you realized he was not wearing anything under the skirt, send your head somewhere else when you can feel your tip rubbing his loose opened hole.

“I even dressed up for you, baby. Already prepared myself too. Do you know how much I want you inside of me for weeks? Of course not! Hell, who you been fucking with recently?!”

He grabbed your chin roughly, venom dripping from his hushed warning. His grinding slows down to ease the head of your cock into his rim. Gosh, what a pathetic liar you are, being under him with your hips weakly thrusting up to get more of you inside him.

“You are mine, Y/N! Now, I’m gonna fucking ride you until I’m satisfied from the weeks of you abandoning me,”

Your throat forced out a groan from him sitting down fully, your length being engulfed by his wet and warm walls, still tight from his prep.  He did not waste any time to start riding you, bouncing on your cock, reminding you how good he is at this, at pleasuring you, though currently, it is all for himself. He is using you like you are his own personal dildo, like you are just a toy that he pushes in to stimulate his prostate. 

You moaned at the feeling of his sloppy insides wetting your cock, squeezing you and definitely not letting you out. You are to stay inside of him for the rest of the night, when all of this is finished. It did not take long for you to throb then release your hot liquid inside him, he laughed at that or what he could let out from his heavy breathing. That did not make him stop his movements, fueling his body to ride you harder until the bed squeaks.

“Baby, you cummed so much inside me- Gosh! You’re so warm! And still hard! You had the nerve to pretend to not like it. You need this just as much as I do~”

Suna threw his head back, exaggerating whines with his tongue out at the feeling of your sperm melting his guts. The way your shaft basically rips his prostate quickens his upcoming orgasm, spilling onto your stomach to mark you alongside his art of bites on your skin. 

His harsh jumps turn into swivelling but it does not mean it is gentle. You hiss from the sensitivity of his soft inner muscles gripping your swollen length, plus your own warm cum adding the squishing and it sure drives you crazier and loopier than before. 

You grip his hips to try stopping his aggressive grinding, his own grip is to pin your hands next to your head, your eyes wide in a second of shock when he gives you a sinister smirk and a lick of his mess of lips.

“Be a good boy for me, Y/N. I still want more~”

He repeats his actions of gyrating his hips to push your stiff cock so deep that a bulge appears and disappears on his stomach almost in a beat and you witness it every time your eyelids have the energy to stay open. 

As if your waist was about to break, he thrusts down onto you to increase the rubbing on his own wet and hard cock on your navel to chase his second orgasm, which is already aching but it is too good not to cum again.

 

The sensation makes him moan so loud to rile you up, get you as wild as him. Joining his sounds, your animal-like panting motivates him to move himself faster so that you could get what he is chasing too. 

Cumming for the second time just about a breath away from him, you grunted when he clamps you inside repeatedly. His hips stopped for a while as his whole body trembles reactively from that mind-blowing orgasm, feeling you fill him up more till some leak out, he could feel it all that his eyes cross, laughing drunkishly.

“S-see! I made you cum again! Can anyone else other than me d-do this to you?! Can those whores make you cum so much?!”

He growled on your lips before biting them, pulling you in to make out in a messy and hungry manner. Suna may have lost some of his strength from the energetic movements and the two draining peaks of his that you are able to push both of your bodies up into a sitting position, your length growing inside him, still pressing against his sweet spot. Your boyfriend’s enticing cries in your mouth fires up your hunger, devouring his mouth more, holding his waist tightly. 

This is the beginning of your lies. He knew this when he sensed his ass being lifted and dragged back down to stab his already sensitive nerves inside and you do it again, then again and continue. He struggles to keep his lips clinging with yours, unable to prevent the loud cries to fall out, tears already messing the black of his eyeliner, smudging his face along with his leaking drool. 

The people in his and your circle would call you ‘the gentle boyfriend’ for always treating him kindly. You hold his hand to calm him down, place a soft peck on his knuckle even to let the butterflies in him fly around. You put your warm palm under his back for comfort, giving him a tender smile when he turns to you to let him know you are there for him. 

As if you do not break that back of his at every night of chance. 

The way you treat him in bed is far from gentle and he does not mind at all. He even begs for you to be rough with him. The act just annoys him sometimes when that voice of lust in his head shouts “LIAR!” at you. 

Your current actions stand in solidarity with that inner voice of his when his limp body was handled by you. Your palms are now harshly pushed under his built thighs to move him, your cock thrusting inside him so deep that he could picture the image in his fucked out head. 

Chanting your name like a curse, his voice carries his fading energy, screaming when his dick only leaks cum from the friction onto your pressing abdomen.

“Y/N- Please! Not too f-fast- AH!”

He screams when you pick up the pace, handling him to fuck your cock into him. He moves up and down while you just sit on the bed, using him as a fucktoy. His pleas went deaf in your ears, only grunting into his and even biting his earlobes. 

When his nails dig to bleed your shoulder blades, you push his back onto the bed, his legs thrown over your shoulder. That did not seem to stop him from scratching you, now his hands reside on your back, drawing more red lines. 

His next orgasm only allowed droplets when his hole got filled with your cum. He panics when you continue your rough thrusts and not leave his definitely swollen prostate alone. Your abuse to his sweet spot is just as torturous to the ones you give to his toned body, your shirt that he wore got ripped without care, teeth biting his chest, neck, nipples that leave him shouting from pain and pleasure.

“B-baby! Stop! I can’t-”

You interrupted his cries with your lips, his already having cuts from your harsh bites. Your thrust could possibly get harder, prodding deeper on his bruised prostate that his hands fall on the bed to grip it. His whole figure jolted upwards when you push in time with your thrusts until his head felt light, his head no longer lays on the bed as it hovers from the edge.

More lies. 

Your sweet smile? Gone. All he could see from his bobbing head and hazy sight is a look of anger, frustration, even disgust towards him.

They say you are innocent. The day his volleyball captain, Kita, brought a first-year into the gym, everyone coddled you, treating you like their cute little brother.

Who the fuck is this guy that fucks him like a slut, one hand stroking his barely hard and hurting dick to rail him into another peak?

They say you are an obedient young man. You always listen to your upperclassmen when they ask you to run an errand, to obey instructions.

Then, why are you not listening to him when he tells you to slow down, to stop and give him a breather?

They say you are patient. You wait for your turn to talk. You wait for your turn to receive your prize for your excellence.

Who is this man devouring him, pounding into him like there is no tomorrow, not slowing down at all, like this is your last chance to do what you want?

All these lies circling around his barely functioning head, you managed to pant out the greatest truth of the night.

When he only squirts out sharp streams of watery liquid for his orgasm, which he lost count already, you laughed sadistically.

“You really thought I was out there fucking whores, Rin? Why would I...?”

He gasped in a higher pitch even though his throat hurts when you pick his hips up again, his whole upper body would fall off the bed if his arms did not hold onto your shoulders. You sit yourself at the edge of the bed, back hunched forward a bit due to Suna’s hanging weight on you with him holding onto you like an animal in heat.

“...when I already have one right now?” 

You smirked at his look of fear, beginning to rock his hips for you to fuck into him like a fleshlight once again. Continuous fuck fest between you both that Suna preserve his strength left for him to slowly place his palms onto the floor, half of his body off the bed in a somewhat handstand position, his legs still around your waist with his ass still filled to the brim with your flowing cum and still hard cock.

Gosh, you love when he does this. His flexible waist allows him to be in this position where his defined abs showcase a clear view of your moving cock in his stomach. You could not help yourself to lower forward a bit too to press the bump with your palm, Suna screams as his empty limp cock unable to spray cum but piss all over his bent abdomen.

“Wow! Rin, look at that! You can’t even cum anymore that you became a piss whore!” you teased him.

“Y/N… I can’t… No m-more, please…”

“Aw~ You’re tired already? I barely even moved. I can still go for hours…”

His gaze only on the dull bedroom wall in front of him, head dizzy from being upside down in between his buckling arms, his whole body shaking almost every second, not looking straight at your menacing smirk. 

The sight of a fucked out Suna bending his back on your dick in only his soaked and darker maroon skirt from his piss and his still hugging lace stockings, it turns you on to fuck him more like you did not just nut in him about four times already.

You are a fucking liar, from the moment you walked into the apartment that night. You are not tired at all.

a/n: not proofread (as if i'm gonna do it later 💀) and idk, i puked this out with the rush of cramping 'flexible' and 'nice abs' suna headcanons. yes, i wanna rail this man, what about it ⁉️🙄

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Hello! i saw your book blog asks bottom aren't showing :( was going to ask for tips on how to write eris or any gray character without accidentaly excusing them like sjm does to rhysand (I admit i havent read many books like this and i am well insecure about my writting)

I've closed it for a little while. I'm not an expert, but I would suggest with any writing, the more you read, the more you come across great pieces and also not so great pieces that help shape your own style.

With a morally grey character, I would first work out why they are morally grey. What is their motive/history? Is there a goal they want to achieve and will stop at nothing to achieve it? Or is it simply their character doesn't know the difference between right and wrong and feels little guilt with what they do. Don't just make them morally grey because it's sexy (which it is most the time lmao). I'd say most morally grey characters have a complex history that makes them that way. If you grow up surrounded by goodness and righteousness, there's little need to go into the darkness. Usually there is something traumatic that feeds into their personality.

My favourite morally grey characters are ones who get a little squeamish when they do the right thing.

Take Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows. Innocent boy thrust into a big city, trusts somebody, loses all his money, brother dies, goes through a massively traumatic incident that has impacted his every waking moment since - and is then hell-bent on revenge. Does he do a lot of bad stuff? Yes. Does he feel guilt over it? No. Why? Because he is determined on that path and seems unshakeable to remove himself from it. However, he is not completely bad. He doesn't seek to hurt just anybody he comes across; he always has his target in mind. But sure, if somebody became an obstacle, he'd have no issue in removing it. Take the way he behaves with Inej; calls her his investment, knows that hurts her to consider her as little more than a lavish spend, but does it to protect himself because he doesn't want to admit that he has feelings for Inej and she is more than an investment. (Close your eyes for spoilers - but by the end of the series, he's shifted that and even if he won't admit it, he's bought her a ship and brought her parents to Ketterdam because he knows it will bring her joy - and that doesn't benefit him in the slightest to lose her)

There are many book boyfriends who are "morally grey" - Wrath from Kingdom of the Wicked, Slade from the Plated Prisoner, Casteel from From Blood and Ash, people will say Rhys too. But it seems to me they just hurt people who dare speak against their love interest. Cardan Greenbriar from the Folk of the Air is one of my favourites because he falls into the trap of "crap, I have feelings so I'll disguise them with nastiness". He's cruel to Jude but if he acted on his feelings for her, it goes against the grain of what's expected of faeries. However, I don't feel like these are actually morally grey because they are only good to a select few and just tend to be bad as much as they can otherwise. In my opinion, the Darkling is not morally grey either. He wants power and doesn't care who he steps on. There's no goodness in him. His damn name is the Darkling.

If we take love out of it, for me, a morally grey character is somebody like Lorcan from Throne of Glass who knows he's probably not doing the right thing when he's hunting for Aelin, knows it will piss of Rowan, but he is duty bound to do it and that is the more important thing to him. That desire to fulfil his goal and please Maeve supersedes everything else.

If your morally grey character is motivated by achieving a goal then they hurt people in the process and don't apologise because their goal is what drives them. Or, if they do apologise, would likely do it again. However, it might be that internally, they do feel guilty, they do feel shame for hurting someone but their goal just matters that little bit more. I would amp up the internal conflict within them. The desire to do what's right vs what you want. (If you've watched Squid Game then I'm thinking Sang-Woo).

Morally grey characters:

use others to achieve their goal - this could be a way to generate that conflict "you used me!" yeah i told you i would, what's the issue

Lie so that others never know if they're being honest with them - and that feeds into the distrust

have flaws - Kaz is so dogged with his revenge that it rules him sometimes

believe what they do is right with little regret (azriel beating the crap out of eris in the high lord's meeting which in turn spooks mor but to azriel, he was doing the right thing defending her)

get their hands dirty even if it puts off other characters

get their hands dirty to benefit the people they care about e.g. wrath ripping out a tongue because they spoke against emilia

This might be controversial but I kind of wish sjm kept some of the things that rhys did UtM, including the winter court children because he was forced into that situation and had to keep up appearances for the sake of Velaris and the mask he was wearing. Would it be an absolutely horrendous thing to do? Yes. Do I think he would do it to protect the people he loves? Yes. Would he feel guilt? Absolutely. Which would make for a much more interesting character and change how his family perceive him. But then it got retconned away.

Morally grey characters are supposed to make you squirm. They have to do the morally bad things to be grey. Just hurting bad people is being the hero. There does need to be darkness. It's a spectrum; sometimes they're a little bit closer to the light. There needs to be moments when you think "no way have they done that".

There seems to be very few morally grey female characters that I can think of. Maybe Vanja from Little Thieves who commits crimes for revenge, hurts friends to meet her goals because otherwise it's her neck on the chopping board. Or maybe Sera from A Shadow in the Ember who is told she must kill Nyktos who she is slowly seducing whilst also falling for him too.

This was a very long ramble. Sorry.

Here's some links!

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analysis of vegaspete and kinnporsche - part 2 (the kinnporsche bit)

i’m going to add the same intro just in case you haven’t read the other post!

I'm going to jump on Juul's post about the discrepancies in trust and honesty between kinn and porsche's relationship in comparison to vegas and pete's relationship; but first I just want to make a disclosure because I always get asks about it when I post even a vaguely negative statement about kinn. I hate him as a character. He is little more than a spoiled brat who has never been told no and that's probably why he kidnapped someone to be a bodyguard instead of playing nicely with the ones he had at home.

The intent of this post isn't to convince you that vegas and pete are the relationship we should be aiming for, just that kinn and porsche are also definitely not. This is a show about the mafia, there was always going to be morality that ranged from black to grey but that doesn't mean you should accept less than you're worth in a relationship.A bit of background;I have worked in a professional kink club, I have experience with criminal families, and i've also dated a man who didn't like to be told no.

instead of going into a deep retrospective for kinn & porsche, i'm just going to list some of the negatives i saw. i'm going to ignore things that korn manufactured so all of this lies solely of the couple;

kinn knew porsche saw yok as a mother figure in his life and that's why he went to her bar specifically to pressure porsche instead of school, or his house where he'd have less say.

tried to corner him on a boat so he had no way of escaping. does it look like porsche gave a fuck? no. splash splash motherfucker

reads off his entire life to him as a form of intimidation. don't you think it's sexy when your future employer and boyfriend does an in depth background check about your deceased parents and street fighting. no wonder they had sex instead of talking there was nothing to fucking talk about.

keeps himself handcuffed to porsche to 'get to know him'. how about don't piss him off and maybe he'd talk to you.

doesn't trust porsche as far as he can throw him. doesn't trust porsche to go alone to the minor family compound, doesn't trust porsche enough to tell him about tawan. doesn't trust porsche to go home for a week.

speaking off, porsche asked for space to figure out his life, so kinn turns up like an obsessive ex?

got chay kidnapped, kim hurt, and big killed because he didn't want to share information with his head bodyguard. nice.

still trusted tawan enough to imprison porsche even though he claimed he knew tawan had nothing?

forced porsche to apologise to him? for??? talking to vegas?

i have a 3 year old, and honestly it's giving eau-de-you can't play with my toys

RAPED PORSCHE. he raped him. he didn't have sex with porsche while porsche was willing. porsche couldn't have consented to anything. that's rape. let's not beat around the bush.

then punished porsche for being raped by kinn or getting himself drugged and then forced into sex.

demoted him, which he knew would upsets porsche, for doing his job.got jealous of porsche working with vegas when he sent porsche to work for vegas?

supported his dad when porsche found out about his mum. kinn found out in that moment that his dad had lied to porsche for years about his mum, and his 'uncle', and still told porsche to calm down bc he was here for him. okay buddy.

gropes porsche in the middle of a gun fight while he's surrounded by dead colleagues.

idk about you guys but i like my fiance to ask permission before grabbing my crotch in front of people i worked with, dead or alive. maybe im just a prude or smth though

talks bad about him to his dead parents. i shouldn't have to explain why this is a negative point for kinn.

porsche doesnt want to cuddle in front of time and tay so what does kinn do? hold him in a death grip

'don't touch me' kinn proceeds to keep trying to touch him

beckons porsche like a dog in the bar. he seems to be into it the second time with the weird bread shit so im not against that moment of it against him.

uses porsches fear of ghosts against him in the side story.

even though they slept together kinn tells porsche he views all of his bodyguards as the same. thats some prime time emotional manipulation my guys.

'i promise you ill find every answer' he didn't and porsche didn't trust him to help because porsche knows that kinn is a puppet.

calls porsche a whore bc a drink spilt on him and vegas helped take his shirt off and kinn didnt ask for context before saying anything

EITHER PORSCHES BOYFRIEND OR BEST FRIEND KILLED HIS 'UNCLE' WHEN HE STILL THOUGHT IT WAS HIS UNCLE. why? bc he was with vegas? bc he left the house? your best guess is as good as mine

porsche passed out in a sauna and you're just going to leave him there? while he has a medical emergency. okay?

cant even pretend to talk to porsche nicely after pete explains that its the way to get close to porsche

oh and porsche said his name was jom at the beginning.

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Majima x Reader- Bento Box

I also post to AO3 under the same username!

Morning was always her favourite time of the day. Y/N stirred in her shared bed, nestling into the arms that were already wrapped around her. Majima seemed to already be awake; his grip tightened and drew her closer. He peppered her cheeks and forehead in light kisses, giggling at her sleepy groaning. She swatted away his face, chuckling softly.

"No, I have morning breath," she whined, smirking as he drew her near.

They laid in bed motionless, letting dawn's light hit their blanketed bodies. Everything was soft and warm, as the rising sun began to wake greater Tokyo. Y/N could stay like this forever, pressed against his chest, breathing in Majima. He rarely took showers at night, so she always caught a bit of his cologne in their morning cuddles. Stealing glances at her beau, she saw his face, softened as he breathed softly. She admired his thin face and his high cheekbones. Y/N gently reached up, rubbing the backs of her fingers across his motionless face. She cupped his cheek. Majima's eye opened, locking with her. His grey eye was softened in moments like these, pupil lazily dilating as he stared back at her. Catlike blinks between the two of them communicated their mutual appreciation for the silent moment they were currently sharing. Y/N's eyes darted towards his thin-lipped mouth. The hand she rested on his lean chest felt his heart speed up. The anxious pattering edged her to lean in closer. A giddy feeling rose from her stomach, compelling her to shut her eyes in excitement. The harsh melody of the phone cut through their synchronized breathing.

"Son of a..." Majima muttered, immediately turning to his bedside stand. Y/N sat up, calming her still fast-beating heart. "Nishida, d'ya even know what time- No, I haven't since... Fuck. I'll be there in a sec." He sighed, hanging up. Majima sat on the edge of the bed, fingers massaging his temple. His lover crawled to him slowly, resting a hand on his shoulder. Before she could ask, he stood up, turning around to face her. 

"Shit's hit the fan, I gotta go." His hand extended, resting on top of her head. Fingers wandered absent-mindedly through her locks as his eyes flickered over her partly covered figure. His brows were once again furrowed.

"I understand. You better get going." She nodded, smiling up at the older man. His lips parted slightly, almost to say something, but pressed together again. He sauntered to the washroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N glanced at the clock on Majima's side table.

5:56... yikes. No wonder Goro was pissed off. He doesn't usually get up for another half hour. 

She stretched as she got up, wrapping a robe around herself as she left the bedroom. Something Y/N had slowly grown accustomed to in her partnership to Majima was bento boxes. The idea of making someone a packed lunch seemed… childish to her; at least it did at first. She vaguely remembered her mother making her lunch when she was a child, probably because she couldn't be trusted to pack her own. She had learned quickly to become independent, fiercely so, and the thought of relying on someone else to make her lunch seemed strange to her. It wasn't until Goro explained that she caught the appeal.

"When you're a kid, your mom made one of them for you and your dad. It always had great shit in there- homemade and sometimes with cute decorations. Now, she only did this for you an' your ol' man, the two people she shoulda loved most. So when ya girl makes it, it means she loves ya!"  He flashed a cheeky grin as he explained. Y/N just cocked her head.

"You... don't think of your mom when you eat it?" She asked warily, causing him to burst with laughter.

"Hell no, I don't! I just think of my girl, and how lucky I am to have her." he leaned forward, pecking her cheek as he finished. 

Y/N washed the rice absent-mindedly as she thought back to then. A smile graced her lips as she turned the machine on to hum, beginning to make other parts of his lunch. There was a big learning curve at first; the rice balls would always fall apart, or she’d mess up some recipe. Far too often she had left out an element from the lunch box, only to find it waiting on the counter. Despite it all, Majima took a bento each day, calling after he finished to compliment her work. His praise motivated her, even driving her to go to a local bookstore, looking for any sort of help. Slowly, her skills improved. Her routine became more integrated and quicker with each passing day.

After a short while, she looked at her handy work. The layer bento was stuffed full of edamame, onigiri with fish, steamed vegetables, and leftover meat from their dinner before. She felt proud of her handiwork, even if it wasn’t perfect. Y/N glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall. 

It’s been almost 20 minutes... He should be ready soon.

She packed the food up, tucking his chopstick into the small plastic container. After ensuring everything was ready to go, she padded back to the bedroom, looking around for her lover. Muttering leaked out of their washroom, prompting her to follow the growling. 

“Hey, Goro-chan… You’ll need to be heading out soon,” She popped her head into the doorway,  smiling as she saw him already finished. He turned to face her, an exasperated look already carved into his face. 

“Those assholes…” He sighed as he walked towards her, He was dressed in his usual suit jacket and black leather pants. She could still smell the dampness in his hair and his body wash- one of her favourite smells. Y/N gave a soft smile to him. 

They didn’t often talk about his work, they met in spite of it, and he seemed to prefer to keep it that way. When they first met, he was insistent that he was a businessman- he looked the part then too. At the time, his hair was long and neat, his suit always pressed and clean; he had kept himself well-groomed with a clean shaved face, so it wasn’t much of a stretch then. Of course, life got in the way and they fell apart, only connecting years later by chance. The drastic change in his appearance tipped her off that he was into… different work by now. But she respected his privacy. She wasn’t oblivious by any means; Y/N meticulously knew what he did and where he was most days. After a few months of being together, she began receiving text messages from Nishida, informing her on where his boss was, especially during late evenings. They chatted frequently, even going into topics not associated with work. He was her confidant and seemed to share the image of Majima that she had. 

Goro finished with his hair and came to the doorway, kissing her cheek before heading out of the bathroom. He picked up a few things he left out on the bed before also leaving the bedroom. She tidied the washroom, bringing out the damp towel that smelled like him, and tiding the bedspread before also leaving.

“See ya! I’m off!” Majima called from the door. 

“Call you later!” She echoed from the laundry room, “Have a good day!” She waited for the door to click shut before she continued with the laundry. Household chores weren’t her favourite, she didn’t enjoy doing laundry or cooking. But if it was left up to the two of them, both Majima and Y/N would starve and live the remainder of their days on earth as nudists. On her days off, she tried to get everything done quickly, leaving the remainder of the day to read or do whatever else she pleased. Y/N stretched as the washing machine began to purr lightly. She sighed as she looked around for something else to do.

Can’t seem to find anything else… Guess it’s time for breakfast.

Padding to the kitchen, she used the remainder of the food prepared from before to make herself food. She hummed happily as egg sizzled and soup came to a soft boil. The fragrant embrace of food brought her a joy that nothing else in the world could, and she almost hated to admit it. It was half-way through her rendition of some pop song from the radio that she noticed something in the corner of her eye, sitting on the countertop. Turning she noticed it was the bento box she made. Y/N held the container in her hands, turning it over lightly. She felt her brow furrow slightly, thinking of what to do. Should she bring it to him? Glancing at the clock she sighed,

It’s 7:00 am… If I get ready soon I can drop this off and pop around Kamurocho for a bit

It was 10:30-ish when she was dressed and ready to head out. Just because of the occasion, she decided to wear a knee-length black skirt and a simple creme blouse, pairing them with black penny loafers. She admired her reflection in the hallway mirror, her makeup light and perfect for a sunny afternoon out. Y/N made sure to gently tuck in the bento box to the fabric bag she had slung around her shoulder and headed out for the day. 

Navigating the subways always seemed daunting during rush hour, so she grew thankful when she patted down the steps to find the underground mostly empty. It was a short walk through the underground mall to where she needed to go; the large hall filled with all ages shopping for what they needed. Sweet vendors sold their succulent items to the newly freed students, groups of teenage girls fawned over the newest character items displayed, some with their boyfriends. A light smile played over Y/N’s face as she too had been that way when she was younger. She understood the excitement contained within the first week off of school, how it drove young people to be out with their friends. As she left the mall area and came to her line, she noticed a pair of teens waiting. A boy and a girl stood side by side, rather stiffly. She eyed them, noticing the way they both twitched when talking to one another. How cute. She glanced down at her fabric bag.

I wonder what he was like when he was younger…

The train ride was about 20 minutes, dropping her off in the heart of Kamurocho. Despite the bright sun and lack of neon lights, people swarmed the warming streets, chatting and shopping to their heart’s content. The smell of grilled food, cigarettes, and sun-baked concrete filled her senses as Y/N darted through the crowd. Regardless of being the only foreigner for blocks, she was ignored completely by the other’s around her. It sometimes was the only redeeming quality of the busier areas. Endless roads seemed to carry on for miles, the farthest treks waving and fluttering in the edging midday heat. All of Kamurocho seemed to be gearing up for the impending festival season, which always impressed visitors from far and wide. Passing by, attendants called out in hopes of catching a customer, but their calls falling on deaf ears. The Millenium Tower loomed over the crowds in the bright sunlight, casting a sharp shadow; though it was a ways off, it still acted as a centre, or maybe more of a North star. She dawdled towards the quieter part of town where the Majima family office was located. She had vaguely remembered certain landmarks, like the worn down shrine that always seemingly had a fresh bowl of rice, or the old teahouse they had once stopped at. As she drew near the building, a tense feeling probed her stomach, though she had trouble understanding why. It was not like Goro was ever mean or told her not to come, yet she had the feeling like he had lived his life with her around his work, avoiding involving her in any regard. 

Y/N bit her lip anxiously; She would be lying to say she had not considered heading back. Simply calling him to warn him that he might have to eat out for today, or feign ignorance over his forgetfulness this morning. Yet, the prospect of doing anything else plagued her mind with guilt. Glancing at her watch, she decided to head in, despite it being only 11:22, as she’d rather be giving him his lunch early than late. She cautiously walked into the building,  immediately hit with a wall of air conditioning. She shivered in the artificial cool and looked about. The standard lobby was clean but dated and smelled of old carpet. Thinking back, Y/N had never gotten a good look at the inside, the most she saw was whatever she could see through the window the one time she saw Majima exit from here. The lobby only had a hallway attached, seemingly where the elevators and washroom would be. Gloomy plants sat destitute in the corner of the room. As she finished her look-over, her eyes settled on the high desk that rested on the left side of the room. Quietly, she approached.

The man sitting at the desk was middle aged and pudgy. His clothes and hair would have betrayed him for just another typical salary man and not someone who worked with the Yakuza. Several papers were strewn around him as he wrote on the one closest to him. As she stood waiting, she noticed the permanent fowl look on his face. It was decidedly funny when she realized it was the same face one makes at an offensive smell. Holding back a snicker, she spoke up. 

“Um, excuse me…” her voice almost was a whisper. The man whipped his head up, visibly confused. His eyes quickly jumped about her figure as he rose from his seat.

“No english. Out.” He rattled quickly in english, stepping from behind the desk. In her initial shock, he nearly dragged her to the door before she retracted her hand. 

“I’m here for-” She began.

“No english.” The man repeated once again, turning to face her.

“Is Majima Goro here?” She exclaimed loudly. The man froze where he stood, blinking owlishly at her. The air conditioning above them tousled both their hair, the moment silent, still and cold. He cleared his throat before straightening himself.

“Yes, I believe Majima-sama is in his office.” The man responded quietly, looking her over once more. Y/N sighed in relief, relaxing her own posture. 

“Thank you. Can you take me to him?” 

He shook his head softly, walking back to the desk, trailing her along dumbly. At first she thought he was refusing to help her anymore, but as he sat down, he reached for the desk’s phone and irritatedly called a short sequence. He muttered something under his breath before hanging up the phone and returning back to his papers. An awkward pause played as Y/N waited for any further instruction, standing dumbly in front of the pudgy man. Without warning, the elevator creaked opened, allowing two tall lean men to step out. She took that as her cue, and walked towards them. 

Confusion seemed to be the theme of the Majima family office; Both men took a second to look her over before jumping back into action, patting her down rather roughly. While they avoided the obvious areas, they did seem to paw her skirt a little belligerently. She bit her lip to bite back a rude comment, deciding that it wasn’t worth pissing off men who killed people for a living. When one tried to take her bag, she yelped causing them to jump slightly. Her face was hot as she opened the canvas bag herself, showing them the contents After an additional minute of snooping, they led inside the elevator adjacent; The three of them stood compactly to one another. Y/N felt them shift their body weight. The small box had no air conditioning, quickly undoing the chill she felt moments ago. Her heart beat began to pick up again as they climbed slowly to the third floor, seconds stretching to minutes. When they arrived, she was hit once again with the cooled air. 

The hallway was plain and for some reason nerve-wracking. The lack of scenery gave her less to take in as she tried to calm her beating heart. Checking and rechecking her bag, she made sure the food was in there. Her pulse was loud in her ears and her face felt hot. Why out of all the times she had given Majima a bento, this was the time when she was nervous about it? She thought back to their phone conversations after he had finished his lunch- Was he ever lying? What if he just threw it out at work and told her a pretty white lie? It was only an odd electricity in the room that made her tear her gaze from the bottom of the bag that she had been staring at.

Looking up, she found her gaze land on Goro Majima’s face, his brows furrowing as he looked over her.

“Y/N, are you alright?” His voice had an edge of concern as he stepped out a little from the doorway. She couldn’t help but find herself gawking- he felt too unreal to answer to. She had heard before that you often have trouble recognizing people when they are removed from the typical scenario you see them in; this seemed to be a prime example to her. Before she could answer, Majima led her into his office, draping his arm over her shoulder as he led her in. As she bustled in, he closed the door quickly behind them. 

Her eyes wandered over his office- It was small and rather boring, only a small katana on the wall suggested that he would actually use this space. It was surprisingly clean, save for a large desk which was scattered in various papers. The filing cabinets and tables were covered in papers as well, though neatly stacked into piles. It never had occurred to her that he would have done any other work besides physical. Her thoughts were stopped as Goro came into her view. His grey eye was dark and his brow creased, which only made him look older. His gloved hands rested on her shoulders, his gaze even with hers. 

“Are you alright, Y/N-chan?” His voice quivered slightly. Her face reddened in response, forcing her to break eye contact.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine..” she replied quietly.

A stale silence hung in the air before Majima straightened himself, hands dropping from her shoulders to hold her hands instead. He held her hands up, gently rubbing the backs of her knuckles.

“You’re not acting like yourself… What’s really happening?” His baritone voice was soft and pleading, making his concern more unbearable. The woman let out a shaky breath and urged herself to look at him. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth and her throat seemed dryer than moments before. 

“You left your lunch at home, but I… just feel silly.” She managed to mewl meekly. Her eyes stayed trained on him while he processed what she said. His face betrayed his confusion before he cocked his head.

“My… lunch?” He repeated. She sighed heavily.

“I came into the kitchen and it was still on the counter, and I didn’t want you to be hungry or to have to go out and stop what you were doing to go buy lunch-” She began only to be cut off by his howling laughter. He held his stomach and keeled over, gasping for air while he cackled brightly. Now she really felt embarrassed.

After giggling to himself for a while longer, he looked up at her, still doubled over and gasping, “You’re too cute.” 

She fumbled with her bag, grabbing the bento and quickly shoving it to him. Even though her gaze was averted from him, she could still sense his smile as he gently took the container from her. He walked to his desk, plopping down in the plush leather chair, setting his feet up on the desk. Y/N drew near as he popped the lid open, surveying the contents.

“Okey-dokey, let’s see what we have... Karaage, edamame- always delicious… Ooh! Even salmon onigiri!” He loudly praised the humble contents of the bento, picking through the contents lightly. His lover settled on the edge of his desk, watching his reactions intently. He ate ravenously, akin to a rabid dog more than an actual person. She was the one to giggled this time, watching his face change with each side dish. 

As he finished, Majima sighed loudly, sinking further into his chair.

“Delicious as always.” 

Y/N cocked her head, “You think so?” He smirked, pulling her forward towards him.I know so.”

[in-superbloom]

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? (a.i.)

right where you left me: prologue

pairing: ashton irwin x olivia jones (oc)

warnings: uhh a kinda grieving theme i guess? but no deaths. it has a sad tone overall, but nothing major (in this chapter hehe). foul language because i can't help myself. the tiniest mention of alcohol, but as a memory. think i should probably warn you that this contains a very sad ash. also not much dialogues. this is mainly for explanation and introduction, but very important for the story. if you find anything else that might be triggering, please let me know so i can add it here !!

author's note: oof okay. so. this is the prologue of a series very very dear to my heart that i've been working on for what it feels like my whole life but really it's been just a few months. but i'm in love with the story (which rarely happens with my own writing) so i hope you can enjoy it too !! this is also my very first time posting a fic since 2013 so pls keep that in mind <3 no i am not shaking as type this ofc not also: although i have the full story ready in my head, this is the only chapter that's written. i wanted to wait until i had at least a few ready before posting this but i'm too anxious for that lmao just saying this bc it will take a good while until i have any more chapters, so <3 (p.s.: i went over this thing a million times since may so if you find any errors pls look away, i'm not fixing this thing anymore. thanks <3)

another note: anna from the future here to say that i completely forgot about the playlist i made for the story lmao here it is in case you're interested k thanks bye <3

credits: title is from taylor swift's song right where you left me. model in the picture: paola locatelli. banner by me.

i also wanted to take a minute to thank some really nice friends that i've made here over these past few months & that i'm extremely grateful for @wastelandcth @suchalonelysunflower @littledrummerangie i cannot thank you babes enough for inspiring me the way that you do & for letting me yell about this to you && for encouraging me so much 🥺 i'll never be able to explain just how much this means to me, so i'll have to settle for saying thank you at any change that i can get <3 i love you all 💜 also gem my baby, thank you for the inspo with the banner 💚

@bluesdelis look babe i did it 😌 you know how grateful i am for you & for you letting me have a breakdown every week about my writing for the past 8 years so let's not dive into that or else i will write something bigger than this prologue jsjsjdjd love you 🖤

i hope you all have a good reading and a nice day ♡

let me know what are your thoughts about the fic ! ♡

word count: 4.1k

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Cold. That was the first thing that Olivia’s brain processed.

Still with her eyes closed, she buried herself more into the duvet, while her arm blindly reached for the furnace in human form that she calls boyfriend. However, as soon as her arm was only met with cold sheets, her eyes shot open.

Blinking the sleep away, she sat up on the bed, searching for the infamous red clock resting on Ashton’s bedside table that was supposed to look like a vintage alarm clock. Olivia had ordered it online at an auction website a couple of years back, as a gift for his 23rd birthday, since it was something he had mentioned multiple times prior that he was looking for, but still hadn't found. But when it finally came in (two weeks after the due date), it looked nothing like the picture she saw on the website. Feeling beyond frustrated, she wanted to send it back immediately and ask for a refund and maybe leave a not so polite review on the seller's page. But Ashton stopped her right away, laughing like the situation was absolutely hilarious to him, while saying, 'I like it, it’s quirky'. So, the clock stayed and found a home right next to him in their room.

Some days, however, she would wake up at some ungodly hour because of the blaring noise of the only ringtone the clock had. But whatever annoyance she could feel towards the object, it always vanished as soon as she felt Ashton's lips gently touching her face in a good morning kiss before he would get up to start his day, leaving her to catch some more hours of well deserved sleep.

As the furthest from a morning person as a touring musician could possibly be, Olivia had always feared that living under the same roof as Ashton would turn her into an early bird like him, but she's thankful that it never happened (not that he needs to know about that).

When she sees the red clock, she smiles at the sudden but welcome memories of them flooding her foggy brain, but frowns slightly when she realizes it reads 12:13 pm. Ashton rarely lets her sleep past 10 am.

Gathering all her strength and will, she rises up from the bed, smoothly picking up a grey wool sweatshirt from the chair (way too baggy on her slim body, but it smells like him), pulling it over her head and relishing on the soft material warming up her body. Making her way to the door and calmly going down the stairs, she can’t help but stop for a minute to admire the picture frames on their walls, one in particular catches her attention – probably one of the most prized pictures and memories they had. It felt older than it actually is, but it was around 4 years ago, she's sure – a little while after the two of them met. The picture was of their group of friends that still remains the same: Ashton and his best friend, Luke; Olivia, her best friend, Calum and their old hometown friend, turned into Calum’s new friend at college, turned into everyone’s friend, Michael; and her then newly band members, Suki, Eli and Ravi. Together, their group was the life of the party through all their college years, and it showed by the big smiles and drinks in hands they all had in the picture. It was a very special night, the first time Olivia’s little band played for the public – for a small audience sure, but it was a wonderful night nonetheless. What a long road it had been since that night.

Her nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by a shiver that went through her whole body, and it made her realize how oddly cold the whole house was, not only their bedroom. Which, granted, it was November in New York and the weather was just getting colder, but that’s exactly why Ashton always made sure to keep the house warm enough. As much as she loved the chilly season, the warm weather always reminded him of his hometown, and who was she to deny him that?

The smell of fresh made coffee could be sensed even before she reached the kitchen. Arriving there, the curly haired woman still found no signs of her boyfriend, so she went straight after the coffee maker pot sitting on the far left corner of the cream marble counter. Smiling softly at the tons of memories of Ashton's sleepy figure making their favorite beverage, she reached for a coffee mug on the cupboard on top of the counter and poured the remainder of the hot liquid on it (it's her favorite mug, if she must choose – it was a gift from a fan, and it had printed on it a collage of the pictures of her and Ashton that were posted on social media through their first year of relationship).

Moving to the glass doors that lead to the mini garden they cultivate, she didn't have to open them to spot the 6-feet-tall man sitting on a bench outside, looking oddly small in his oversized clothes, coffee mug tightly held between strong hands. Something about his figure made Olivia frown, however: he was staring with an unwavering look at her small but eye-catching pot of yellow daffodils that were almost as much of a pet to them as Stitch at this point. Sensing that there’s something definitely off about his semblance, she made a mental note to talk to him and find out what’s wrong later. So she goes back to the kitchen, knowing that he might need this quiet and private moment for himself.

She lost count of the minutes that went by (couldn't have been more than five) before she hears the garden's door opening and closing, and then his bare feet are dragging his brawny body to her. Except, he goes over to the sink, walking right through her, not showing any sign that he even saw her hunched figure over the counter table in the middle of the room.

Alright, someone's in a mood.

Olivia tries to swallow the annoyance already bubbling inside her – he knows how much she hates to be ignored, no matter how mad he might be – by trying to think of what she can say that won't piss him off. This is always a hard feat to accomplish when Ashton gets in these moods, but there’s a reason for them to work so well together.

“I missed my favorite body heater when I woke up,” she says in her best sweet voice, knowing how quickly his resolve crumbles when he hears that voice.

Still, no reaction.

That settles a worry at the pit of her stomach, because Ashton is never like this. Even when he's not in the mood to talk, he always gives some kind of reaction to her words; it doesn't matter how small, just enough to make her feel acknowledged.

When he's finished washing his mug and the few scattered dishes across the sink – she noticed that he already had lunch, if the lone plate in the drying rack is anything to go by –, he dries his hand in a towel, turns around and throws it on top of the same counter Olivia was leaning up against. Once again, he walks away not even sparing her a look.

Indignant, she leaves the now empty coffee mug on top of the table and follows him as he walks up the stairs, any determination to not aggravate his mood now well gone.

“Hey! In case you didn't notice, I'm right here. Whatever got you in this sour mood, I'm certainly not to blame, so can you stop being a child now and talk to me?!”

Ashton just keeps walking – more like sluggishly dragging his body – until he reaches their bedroom and suddenly stops just merely two feet inside the room, looking around with vacant eyes; like he was expecting to see something that wasn't there.

“Okay, that's really mature of you. Are you planning on ignoring me all day then?” Olivia questions exasperated, staring angrily at the back of his neck, where the condor tattoo lives – her favorite of his, but that sight doesn't bring her any peace today like it usually does.

Her glare only breaks when she hears the familiar sound of dog tags swaying on her right side. Shifting her gaze to the direction of the sound, Olivia notices Stitch, their small, black & white French bulldog – who she thought was outside in the garden – slowly trudging his way from around the bed until he stops at Ashton's feet, looking up at one of his humans with sad eyes. That realization only makes the worry in her stomach grow uncomfortably.

“Hi buddy,” Ashton's voice cracks a bit from the lack of use, but he smiles softly at the sweet dog, and crouches down to pet him.

Olivia can't help but gasp as she notices three things all at once that leave her overwhelmed: first, how she didn't even notice Stitch was in the room when she woke up – which never ever happens, in fact, most days he wakes her up whenever he deems her bedtime as finished and can't ever contain his excitement when she finally gets up; second, how the windows blinds are closed, which, again, rarely occurs under their roof, not if Ashton can help it. And third, how sad and melancholic the whole scene in front of her is – how sad and melancholic Ashton is. Pointless to say by now – that's also a very rare occasion.

A chill creeps up Olivia's spine, putting her body into high alert and also serving as a reminder of how everything looks out of place today. Trying to keep her head from spiraling down way too soon, she wraps her arms around herself and crouches down beside her two favorite boys, trying once more.

“Ash? Can you hear me?” even with her throat closing, she softly asks, purposefully putting her face in Ashton's point of view. Her only answer is the low whispers he's letting out to Stitch, while cradling the tiny dog in his arms, spreading gentle kisses on his head.

“I know, bud, I know. I miss her too,” is the only whisper she could understand and immediately wishes she hadn't. The weak wail that comes from Stitch's throat seems to fit perfectly with how the three of them feel.

Ashton then looks up and for a couple of seconds, and Olivia can swear he’s staring right into her eyes. But when he shows no reaction, she knows he’s just staring ahead and not at her, with that look that says there’s too much going on inside his head. She feels the urge to embrace him and get him to talk about whatever is on his mind, so they can share that weight like they always do, but when Ashton gets up from the ground and settles on the bed with Stitch, Olivia can physically feel the crack in her heart caused by the feeling she’s left with.

While Ashton is pulling the duvet over him and the dog, with clearly no intentions of getting up anytime soon, Olivia stands up on her feet with a new-found determination – she needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

This nightmare had to be just that, right? Nothing but a very vivid dream – she's had those before. Scary sure, but they always go away, and soon enough she's back into Ashton's arms, with Stitch jumping on the bed ready to lick their faces off. She just needs to wake herself up from whatever fucked up dream this is – right?

She's running down the stairs this time, frantically in search of something, of what exactly, she doesn’t know – but she knows she needs an answer. The more she looks for something, the more desperate she gets, not knowing what to look for. Then suddenly, something catches her eyes.

The white and blue calendar that's held up by magnets on the side of the fridge. She knows their calendar is red and yellow. They got it from their favorite flower market. Slowly, as if scared of what it might be there – “It's just a calendar, for fucks sake” – she approaches the damn thing. Upon inspection, she deems it as a normal calendar – she really doesn't know what she was expecting – until.

She knows what's wrong with it now.

It's November. She knows it, because the Asian and last leg of her first world tour is about to begin November 21st, eleven days from today. Right after Mike's birthday, she knows this.

Then why does the calendar say today is January 14th?

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Ashton woke up with a jolt. He quickly sat up, frightening the little Frenchie that was asleep right next to him on the bed. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, he roughly rubbed his face to get some sleep off of it and soon reached for the dog that was staring at him with sleepy but sad eyes. Ashton is sure Stitch understands far more than a dog is supposed to understand about their current situation.

The room is covered in shadows, almost pitch black, but he can see the sunlight even through the thick dark grey blinds covering up the windows. Ashton knows he won't be able to sleep again at that moment, so he gets up from the bed – much slower than he used to. His heartbeat is still out of control because of the nightmare that woke him up, but he can't bother to pay attention to it when Stitch is softly wailing beside him. Ashton lets out a ghost of a smile when the dog rests his head on his right upper thigh, looking up at him with an expression Ashton knows all too well.

“C'mon you little ravenous creature, let's feed you,” the bulldog excitedly jumps to the ground, already running his way down the stairs, not even waiting for Ashton to get up.

That gets a real smile out of him, but it vanishes as soon as he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It reads 5:13 am, nothing out of the ordinary for him. But that small and inoffensive clock, with its red paint peeling off, holds a lot of memories for him. Memories that two months ago would bring joy to his heart, but now he almost wants to throw the object across the room.

It was a stupid thing, really. He had been wanting a vintage alarm clock and Olivia got one for his birthday. But the product they received was definitely not the one she bought, and if he's being honest, he didn't like it as much as he made out to. But seeing her so excited in the weeks before it arrived, and how disappointed she was when it did, he couldn't help but try his best to make her smile that luminous smile again. It's part of his nature by now.

That's also the reason why he lets her think that he doesn't notice when she wakes up at some ungodly hour (her words, not his) along with him, because of the annoying and only sound the alarm clock is able to produce. He always leaves soft kisses in every inch of bare skin he can find on her sleeping figure, so she goes back to the dream land and doesn't wake up before 10 am. No one wants to deal with that kind of bad humor, not even him.

As much as he likes being a morning person and absolutely enjoys her company in the mornings, he knows she'll take any and every extra hour of sleep she can get before starting the day. And that's why he loves that she's so stubborn that his early bird tendencies never got to her – he knows she feared that this would happen when they moved in together, but he met her like this, fell for her like this. He wouldn't change a single thing about her.

Ashton drags himself out of the bed, wincing slightly at how cold the wooden floors are under his bare feet. He doesn't bother putting some socks on, or a sweater – the cold weather in the house is uncharacteristically comforting to him. Nothing feels warm without her anyway.

While descending the stairs, he mentally curses himself for not being strong enough to look past the picture frames on the wall. One in particular catches his eyes – a picture from the night of Olivia's first concert with her band. The memories of that night are still painfully vivid in his mind: the laughter among their group that eventually infected everyone at the pub, Suki and Luke's first kiss and the silly smile that didn't leave his best friend's face all night, the standing ovation Olivia got after her three-songs set, and her captivating and breathtaking smile that made him realize right then and there, while watching her sway to the music, that he was definitely falling in love with her and there was nothing he could do to stop it – not that he wanted to.

So many memories held up on that wall, in the relatively short time since they met, that he can't help but wonder if that's all they'll get in this lifetime.

Ashton is abruptly taken out of his thoughts by Stitch's barks coming from the bottom of the stairs. He quickly jogs down the few steps left and goes straight after the dog's food in the kitchen's cabinet. After Stitch starts to happily devour his breakfast, Ashton goes to make his coffee, doing enough for two people like he always does, since Calum drops by most days for a chat or to drop Duke before going to work. Although all three of them know he just can't bother to make food for himself in the morning, while Ashton is the group's elected chef. Ashton always says he just needs a boyfriend – Olivia says Calum already has one who makes him breakfast every day.

He grabs an apple from the fridge and makes his way outside to their garden. Even though a lot of their memories took place there, the garden is the only space in the house where he doesn't feel like suffocating all the time. At least here, he can breathe some fresh air and look at the sky when he's feeling overwhelmed – which is basically all he's been doing for about a month now.

Yet, a lot of the garden has Olivia's name written all over.

He remembers vividly the day she came home after spending two weeks in LA doing some pocket shows, with a pack of daffodil seeds and the largest smile. She excitedly told him that a friend gifted it to her when she mentioned the little garden they were planning to build together at their new house. The friend told Olivia that daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, so as the good lover of symbolism that she is, Olivia loved the idea of having those flowers to symbolize their new beginning.

Ashton, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of the flowers at first – he just didn't see the appeal to them. But nonetheless, he indulged her, letting Olivia plant the seeds near the bench they used to sit during the quiet and unrushed afternoons, so they could admire the sunset, and she could happily look at the daffodils.

Pointless to say – the damn flowers grew on him.

Now, however, looking at them without Olivia and her contagious joy next to him, they were back to be as dull as they were before, if not more so.

Still lost inside his head without any sense of how much time went by since he sat down, Ashton doesn't hear the front door closing, and doesn't notice that he's no longer the only person inside the house until someone sits next to him on the bench. Yet, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement to them.

A few minutes go by before either of them speaks up.

“Luke said you didn't go to see her yesterday,” Calum starts softly, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the morning.

Ashton takes a few seconds to respond, “No point in doing that.” The black haired man licks his lips while thinking carefully about his next words.

“You know staying inside this house all day by yourself won't help either,” Calum turns his head to his left and takes a good look at Ashton's uncharacteristically hunched over figure, and immediately thinks that anyone can tell this man is not himself anymore. His second thought is that Olivia would hate seeing him like this.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do? Move on with my life like nothing happened? Like I'm not slowly and painfully losing the love of my life? Just because it’s easy for you doesn't mean it's easy for me.”

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows Ashton doesn't mean it, it's the anger and frustration talking. He knows it. Doesn't make it sting any less.

“I'm not telling you to move on with your life, because that's far from what I'm doing, and I certainly don't expect you to do it. I'm just saying you need to occupy your mind or else–”

“I'll go insane? Think it's a bit too late for that,” Ashton interrupts with a bitter tone that doesn't belong to his usual chirpy voice.

“You know it's not,” Calum sighs and drinks the rest of his coffee, moving his body slightly, so he's facing the blonde man, “I got a job interview for you at that school you talked about so much last summer, the principal said you can go any day this week. I went ahead and sent her your resume as well as explained everything that she needs to know about Olivia, so you don't have to. You just gotta put on some decent clothes and show up.” he sees Ashton's face softening a little and takes it as a victory. A few beats go by and then, “Maybe take a shower too. That's gonna make you feel better.” Calum leans in closer to his friend's personal space and takes a sniff, causing Ashton to deflect from him slightly, but not to push him away – another small win.

“Definitely take a shower, you stink. When was the last time your hair saw shampoo?”

“Fuck off,” is Ashton's only reply to the younger man's inquest. But Calum can see a smile creeping up on the blonde's face, which brings out a smile of his own.

“I'll send you all the details later today,” he checks the hour on the watch on his wrist and gets up, “Just please, Ash, go. I can't lose you too.”

Calum gently lays a hand on Ashton's shoulder and squeezes a little. The man doesn't look up, but gives a curt nod to his friend, who's satisfied enough. Calum stops on the threshold of the garden glass doors to give some kisses to Stitch – who came to make Ashton company as soon as he finished his food –, and then he puts the coffee mug on the dishwater. And soon enough, he's on his way out of the door. But not before snatching a tangerine from the fridge.

Ashton is left by himself once again. As he hears the sound of the front door closing, he thinks that this might be his life from now on. Just him and Stitch, trying their hardest to make it through another miserable day without the love of their lives. While everyone else comes by just to make sure he's still breathing. Breathing, maybe, but alive?

Swallowing the tears, he looks up at the sky. It's a deep, beautiful mix of orange, pink and blue, but he knows that it won't last long and soon the rain will be pouring down. He thinks about how much Olivia loves the rain.

God, he needs to pull himself together. She would hate to see him like this. Maybe he should take Calum's offer after all, he really needs to occupy his mind.

Making a mental note to thank Calum later, and also to apologize for how rude he was to him this morning, Ashton slowly gets up from the bench to put his mug on the sink and makes his way to the living room, with the small dog loyally following his every step. He puts on some cartoon that for once doesn't remind him of her (she always lovingly made fun of him for still watching those) and cuddles with Stitch on the couch. He can take a shower later.

Not half an hour goes by, he falls asleep and has a good dream for a change. He dreams of the days he spent with Olivia in the Philippines last February, right before her first world tour started. Some of the most magical days of their lives – surrounded by delicious food, a whole new culture to learn about and the warmth of the sun. Infinite counted days full of love and passion, where they were the only people in the world.

Even his subconscious knows to hold on to that brief moment of happiness, because he might never live that again.