#better stop gotta stop being such a fucking crybaby

[thatdemiboymess]

Desperately holding myself back from cutting my own hair by putting it in a ponytail (again) or just buzzing it all off (again) in a fit of desperation and hysteria because ideally I'd really like to get a cool haircut that I'd actually like. But also. I am losing my fucking mind. And every day I am forced to reckon with the fact that I'm probably not gonna get a chance to go outside and get it cut professionally any time soon and especially not before I seriously just can't take this anymore. Woe, I guess. As all things seem to be.

[ink-n-shadow]

Omg I am so head over heels for your bodyguard!simon AU ;w;

Nah because with my sensitive ass the “M’ not touching you again” would instantly make me sad like SO fast :’3

so, how would he react if she got all pouty because he said that? Because in all actuality she definitely wants him to touch her more often, yknow? Like it ain’t even gotta be sexual…probably-

🍋-

i like the way you think, anon🍋 >:) this one's not sexual (unfortunately) BUT it is cute and a bit angsty so enjoy

CRYBABY

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!reader (link to all works in this au) 𝜗𝜚 cw: mean!ghost at first, then soft!ghost, crying for something small, drunk!reader

"what did i say when you were on vacation last month, hmm?" ghost grumbled as he lead you through the lobby of your apartment building, keeping a grip on your upper arm. "m'not. fucking. touching you like that."

you had gone out with the rest of your bandmates, having a few drinks (way more than you needed) to celebrate the upcoming release of your first album. you weren't completely wasted, but you were damn close—your face flushed, steps a bit wobbly, eyes bleary.

ghost kept as much distance between you two as he could, but he knew he had to help you walk. so he gripped your upper arm to steady your steps, walking slow enough to help you keep pace with him. he glared down at you, but when he noticed the pout on your face and the tears beginning to form in your eyes, his eyes softened.

it wasn't the usual bratty pout you'd use—no, this one appeared legitimately sad.

"y-you're so mean, ghost. i just—" your sentence paused in the middle as a hiccuped sob shook your chest, your free hand coming up to wipe at the tears and smearing some mascara down your cheek. "i just wanna hold your hand. but y-you don't like me. why don't you like me?"

ghost let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head a bit as he approached the elevator and pushed the call button. he moved to stand in front of you, his grip on your arm falling away. "dove, c'mon—you're ruinin' that pretty makeup on y'face." he thumbed at the mascara on your cheek, frowning under his mask as the black only smeared more.

you tried to push his hand away, but the amount of alcohol in your veins made your movements slow and uncoordinated. "i don't care, ghost. just like you don't care about me."

"god—would you stop that?" ghost grumbled out in frustration as he ran a hand over his mask, trying to regain his composure before looking back down at your teary face. he lifted a hand up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes on him. "i obviously fuckin' like you. i wouldn't be walkin' you home from the bloody club if i didn't, 'kay? you're just drunk right now—and you get a bit emotional when you're drunk."

you sniffled up the tears lodged in the back of your throat as your unsteady eyes met ghost's, skin warming at the way his gloved fingers trapped your chin in his grip. "t-then why won't you just hold my hand? i-it's not like i'm asking you to kiss me or date me or somethin'. it'll make me feel better."

ghost let out a scoffed breath as he turned away from you, shaking his head and grumbling something under his breath before you felt his leather-covered fingers lace with yours. the elevator dinged and pulled open with a hiss, and ghost gently tugged you inside with a squeeze to your hand. "there—happy now? gonna stop being a little crybaby about it?"

as soon as you felt ghost's hand in yours, a drunken smile smeared across your lips, warmth coating your skin as you stumbled into the elevator behind him. "you have big hands."

"jesus." ghost muttered with a shake of his hand, using his free hand to punch the button for your floor and watching the elevator doors close in front of you two. "don't get used to this, 'kay? m'only doing this because you're bloody cryin' over it."

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[deadcoquete]

Defending | Rodrick Heffley

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉

𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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Reader’s POV

Rodrick, I think that was his name, he was a quiet kid, we had all classes together, and I wanted to talk to him but did not know how to start a conversation nor how to keep a conversation going.

He doesn't have many friends and stays to himself, that's what I like about him, he's not a popular kid, not a class clown(sometimes), and doesn't talk unless he's being talked to.

It was always lunch when I wanted to go up to him and sit down and talk, he didn't look lonely but at the same time he did, and he and I would make eye contact, and smile at each other when one another was staring for a little too long.

Right now was lunch time and some people I knew were walking and talking about random stuff “Wait what about him?” Sarah pointed out a boy “ous he cute” They giggled and laughed.

“What about him?” Tammie pointed out where Rodrick was sitting, eating and looking at his phone with his headphones on not paying attention to anybody.

They side-eyed each other and laughed really loud making me roll my eyes and do a little sigh, they looked back at me “What about you?” I frowned my eyebrows “What about me?” I ask.

“Don’t you have classes with Rodrick?” Sarah ask smirking “yea? Why?” “so you’d fuck him? I would talk to him and fuck him” Tammie said as Sarah giggled.

“I mean yea I want to talk to him but that doesn't mean I wanna fuck him” I stated, they made a face “Y/n cmon we know you so much better than that, we know you wanna fuck the Rodrick Heffley” “plus why would you? He's emo, weird and not talkative” Sarah pointed out looking at him.

They made eye contact and she looked away but I stared at him as he continued looking her down and made a face, looking back into his phone making me giggle and looked back at them.

“How's he weird?” I questioned her “Because he wears black 24/7, doesn't talk, and doesn't have friends” I looked at her “So just because he stays to himself he gotta be called weird? And so what about him wearing black all the time? I do! And I don't hear y'all whining and complaining about it! And so what if he's not talkative people don't always have to talk”

I told them“Why are you standing up for him?” what she said caused me to scoff “Because you are so quick to judge others about the little things that they do when it has nothing to do with you”

She laughed “I know but just look at him, he's weird” They both laughed again, it was to the point where I wanted to bitch slap them.

“You never know what people have going on at home and coming to school how they are, I mean Sarah your parents fight all the time and you call me wanting me to comfort you and you don't see me telling you to suck it up” Sarah looked at me with pain in her eyes.

“And Tommie your mom abuses you so bad you had to go to the hospital and you called me also wanting me to comfort you and you didn't see me telling you to stop crying like a fucking crybaby” She stared at me.

“So stop talking about him when he didn't do nor say shit to your cold heartless asses” I stated and walked away from them.

-

After school, it was the end of the day, I sat on one of the benches that sat under the shade, I had my headphones listening to my music as I waited for my ride.

Me, Sarah, and Tommie made eye contact as they walked off to wherever, the eye contact was soon cut off by someone standing in front of me, I looked up And saw him.

Rodrick

We stared at each other for a little “Thanks” he said which led me confused “…what?” “For defending me to your friends” he pointed out.

“They're not my friends, never were, just associates” he nodded his head a little and it was now quiet “But your welcome, people doesn't deserve to be talk like that when they know nothing about the person”

He sat down next to me leaving a good space between us “well thanks…again” I chuckled at him and looked at him “so you have any friends your waiting for?” he shook his head “Nah, just waiting for my ride”

“What about your van? The löaded diaper one?” he looked at me with eyebrows frowned, I notice his stare “I'm not a stalker or anything its just, that's the only white van I see with something written on it”

I quickly said and he chuckled “Relax, something was wrong with it was in the repair shop” I nodded my head, “Well…are you doing anything after school?” “Why? You wanna hang out with me or something?”

I shrugged “Maybe” he smiled a little and shook his head “You have Instagram?” he asked and I nodded and he put his hand out “Can I see it?” I opened up the app and went to the search bar and handed him my phone.

He typed something and pressed a button and handed my phone back, that's when we heard two cars horn we looked and saw our parents.

“Well I have to go” “Yeah me too” We both got up and started walking to our car that was behind another “I’ll see you later?” I ask he cracked a smile and nodded “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow” I smiled and got inside the car.

Once I was inside the car my mother noticed my smile “Who got you smiling like that?” she asked teasing me as I giggled “Nobody” I saw the look she was giving me making me laugh.

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Rodricks POV

“I’ll see you later?” she ask I cracked a smile and nodded “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow” she smiled and got inside her car and so did I.

Once I was inside the car my mother noticed my smile “who's the lady?” she asked and I rolled my eyes “Nobody Mom” I said “She's a really pretty girl” My mom said “Yeah, too pretty to date you” Greg said and I scoffed.

“Shut it dickweeb” “Hey! Language, plus I think you too would make a great couple” I sat up “Really?” I asked and she nodded “Totally” “Don't get his hopes up,” Greg said and I punched him in his arm.

“OW!” I grabbed him and whispered in his ear “Keep talking and I’ll cut your fuckin tongue off” I shoved him back in his seat as we made our way home.

A/N: GUYS! Send request please😋🍎🪐

[cuddlepilefics]

Snowed in @fluff-cember

(DAY2) @12daysofchristmas

Little lie

Trapped together in a snowstorm

“I thought you knew where you were going?!”

“I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.”-National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

@hurtcember : 2 breakdown, 12 cry, 13 nightmare

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Hongjoong

Caregiver: mainly Seonghwa

No one’s POV.:

“I thought you knew where you were going?!”, Hongjoong complained as he trudged after Seonghwa. The two had taken a trip to the country side to go on a hike and explore a snow covered mountain range. Turning back to his dongsaeng, Seonghwa reminded: “I know where I am going.” It was a little lie but it would hopefully keep Hongjoong from whining for bit. The snow was starting up again, perfecting the seasonal atmosphere, and Seonghwa wanted to be able to enjoy it for a little while longer without his friend’s complaints. The truth was though, that Seonghwa didn’t exactly recognize the path that they were on, so he wasn’t entirely sure where they were headed.

The snow fell in increasingly large flakes and the visibility declined by the minute till Seonghwa eventually announced: “Maybe we should try to find shelter and wait out the snowstorm before we make our way back down the mountain.” – “And where exactly are you planning to shelter from the storm?!”, Hongjoong frowned, fixing his scarf to protect himself from the cold winds. “Well, I dunno”, Seonghwa muttered, “There are usually storm shelter on mountains like this, so we just gotta keep our eyes open.” – “I’d keep them open if the wind didn’t make them water like crazy”, the younger retorted, rubbing his eye with his gloved hand.

Deliberately ignoring Hongjoong’s comment, Seonghwa kept pushing on, only to be reminded: “I can’t even feel my toes anymore, hyung.” – “I’m cold too, Joong-ah! We gotta find shelter if we want to warm up, so instead of whining, you could try to walk a little faster. The faster we find shelter, the sooner we’ll feel our toes again”, the older snapped, startling Hongjoong. He hadn’t expected his hyung to lose patience with him. Not wanting to fight with Seonghwa after all, Hongjoong kept his mouth shut afterwards. He sulked for the next ten minutes, sniffling into his scarf from time to time as the wind made his nose run.

Hongjoong was close to crying when they finally found a small storm shelter. He was shaking so badly, he couldn’t open the door and almost collapsed when Seonghwa ushered him inside. “Stop being such a crybaby”, the older sighed, closing the door behind them. Finally having had enough, Hongjoong snapped: “I’m not but maybe I’m so fucking cold that everything hurts and whose fault is that? You were the one dragging me out here, insisting you knew the way. I’m not stupid. I know that we’re lost and that you don’t have the slightest clue where we are going.” – “Why do you always need to pick fights, Joong?”, Seonghwa frowned as he looked around the storm shelter to take stock of what they had, “I don’t know how they made you the leader of you can’t be a little mature and cooperative.”

Hongjoong was at a loss for what to say to that, his hyung’s words stinging badly. If only he hadn’t been feeling so miserably cold, maybe he would’ve been able to handle the situation better. When Seonghwa turned to the other again, he found tears spilling down his flushed cheeks and sighed: “What?! Can’t handle the truth?” – “Please stop”, Hongjoong sniffled, using his glove to wipe at his eyes but the tears still kept coming. He was overwhelmed and Seonghwa not being on his side this time wasn’t helping in the slightest. A shiver ran down Hongjoong’s spine and he curled in on himself tightly.

“His fever’s still going through the roof”, Seonghwa sighed as he removed his hand from Hongjoong’s forehead. The leader hadn’t reacted well to the touch at all, flinching away and curling up. The bed was almost vibrating from the force of the chills wracking Hongjoong’s body. A weak groan caught their attention and Seonghwa shushed: “You’re okay, Joong.” – “All jus’ cuz I trusted you”, the younger slurred weakly, “No’ gonna listen to you ‘gain.” Carefully tugging the blanket lower, so he could look at his friend properly, Seonghwa hummed: “What do you mean?” They didn’t get a reply. “Should we take him to a hospital?”, Wooyoung asked, anxiously biting his nails, “I know driving is tough in this snowstorm but he’s been like this all day.”

“Wake up for me, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa whispered, stroking the leader’s hair. Weakly swatting at his hand, Hongjoong whimpered: “I hate you!” – “I know you do”, Seonghwa sighed sadly, “I just don’t have the slightest idea why.” The tears spilling down Hongjoong’s cheeks startled both, Seonghwa and Wooyoung. “I’m so cold. I don’ wanna be stuck here”, the leader sobbed, triggering a cough. He weakly pressed his face into his pillow as his body was shaken with painful coughs. Gently propping the older up, Wooyoung hummed: “Where would you wanna go in your condition, hyung?” – “Home”, Hongjoong choked out, only crying harder. He was breaking down completely, his friends unable to console him.

Cupping Hongjoong’s damp cheeks, Seonghwa cooed: “Where are we, Joong?” – “Storm shelter”, the younger hiccupped hoarsely, unable to comprehend why Seonghwa wasn’t mad at him anymore out of a sudden. The eldest shook his head, denying: “You’re home, Joongie. We’re at your dorm. I came over about an hour ago because Wooyoung-ah called me. He said you weren’t feeling well and he wasn’t exaggerating. Your fever is really high.” The words were too many and too fast for Hongjoong to comprehend. All he could do was whimper when the cold hands on his cheeks made him shiver even harder.

“Hyung, you were either hallucinating or having a nightmare”, Wooyoung explained, sitting at the foot of Hongjoong’s bed, “Do you think you could stomach some soup and take medicine? We really need to bring your fever down.” Shaking his head, the older pulled his blanket tighter and breathed: “Jus’ sleep. Too cold.” – “By the way, why do you hate me?”, Seonghwa asked softly, pulling the blanket back down. Glaring at his hyung, Hongjoong tugged on the blanket and pouted: “’s exactly why.” – “No?” – “Hyung, I don’t think you’ll get any straight answer out of him right now”, Wooyoung interrupted, resting his hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder. Dropping his head, the eldest sighed: “I didn’t even do anything.”

Since Hongjoong wouldn’t comply with taking medicine, Seonghwa brought a bowl of cool water and a washcloth before settling in next to the leader. For the next two hours, the eldest dabbed Hongjoong’s face with the cold cloth in frequent intervals, slowly bringing his temperature down. At some point, he was able to thread apart the other’s feverish ramblings and understood the gist of his friend’s nightmare. It worried him greatly to know just how far Hongjoong’s consciousness was gone. Maybe they’d have to take him to the hospital, if only they weren’t snowed in like that. He had barely been able to make it over to his friends’ dorm earlier.

“Hwa?”, Hongjoong groaned, head pounding as he turned his head. Lowering the washcloth, Seonghwa hummed: “Hm? How are you feeling?” – “Wha’ are you doing here?”, the younger slurred, closing his eyes again. Draping the cold cloth over Hongjoong’s eyes, Seonghwa whispered: “Wooyoung-ah called me because your fever got really high. You got quite delirious.” – “I don’ remember”, the leader sniffled. “I bet you don’t”, the older chuckled, petting his friend’s hair, “You got really upset at me because you dreamt that I took you hiking and we got snowed in. Pretty much, you blamed me for feeling so cold and it took me ages to figure out what you were going on about.” – “Sorry”, Hoongjoong breathed, feeling around for Seonghwa’s hand to give it a squeeze. “Don’t be sorry, you couldn’t help it.” – “Still, you came over to take care of me and I gave you a hard time.” The older shushed him calmly, before remembering that they were still snowed in, mumbling: “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.”

[beiasluv]

PLS i love u sm can i PLS get a reader patching up jakes wounds PLSSSS i see a lot of these patching up wound tropes for neteyam but none for our beloved jake THANK U HON

patching jake sully up (2009)

a/n: amen to that. respect the original sully, pLEASE / enjoyy 🤍

masterlist

jake, jake sully, being the jake sully he is, you often find him with some type of injury :(

boy always find himself in some sort of trouble, but he can’t help it can’t he?

sometimes it’s just a bruise or a scrape on the knee, sometimes he comes home with a FUCKING blood-soaked wound all over his arms or chest.

sighing to yourself as he walked in every time

“jake, for the love of eywa, please, stop putting yourself in danger”

but you can’t stay mad, can you? he got those puppy eyes, awkward giggling, and scratching his neck like he regretted it. (boy, he better be before you whoop his ass)

so basically it all goes like this…

patting the empty area next to you or sometimes you gotta help him walk over to an empty spot

and boy he is heavy ASF man is 10ft tall and expect you to carry him with ease, he better be joking

next is patching up his wounds. probably 90% of the time keeping him shut his mouth

“ow! y/n! please!” “ouch! please- it hurts”

“you better shut your mouth and think of this before you get yourself in trouble”

but being the loving significant other you are, you still care greatly for him 🥺

his favorite position, if his situation isn’t that bad, is for you to sit in his lap and patch him up

if he is laying on the mattress, he loves when you crouch down towards his face and patch him up. even though if you are patching is legs, he will get whiny for you to face him every now and then.

caressing his cheeks if he gets too whiny, and rubbing his head in your embrace

comforting words all. the. time. boy is a crybaby sometimes “squeeze my leg if it hurts too bad”

jake tries his hardest not the hurt your fragile little leg in his grip, but he left some red marks afterwards ;)

he loves staring at your dimly lit face when you patch him up. how you poke your tongue when you are focused, or how your eyebrows scrunched up together.

“why are you doing that?”

“doing what?”

“you know what you are doing, you are staring,” you slightly poked his head with the grinder.

“ow! what was that for? your face is too precious not to stare at, be grateful,” he fake pouted.

“understandable, mr. sully,” you chuckled as he pressed a peck on your lips. “hey! the medicine didn’t dry yet!”

“who cares? your lips are ten times better than it”

you would mumble a quiet apologize every time he hissed out of pain, even though you acted like you are mad at him

he adores how your breath hitched in your throat every time he twitched because of the pain 🥺 he loves how close your breath becomes when your face is near.

man is just obsessed about how he could press his lips against yours without an extra effort, how you are so close to him made his mind spun a million miles away.

his nose is lingered with your scent and it yearns for more and more. oh how he wish he can get drunk in you forever

man is grinning by himself and giggling like a lover boy

man’s a flirt even though he is on his death bead💀

never leaves afterwards if he doesn’t get his kiss kiss, or what he calls it boo boo 🙄

if his situation is too bad and have to stay the night, you will always be there for him 24/7

and jake will 100% definitely take an advantage of that. asking for cuddles 24/7.

when you have to attend other wounds, he will get so whiny and sad :(

sometimes it gets too emotional for you to see him in a situation like this, you just break down crying while patching him up 😭

jake hates to see you like this, especially when he is the cause to make you cry. he will hold you in his arm while you are crying patching him up.

whispering comfort words while he is the one dying here, but it’s jake, guys, what do we expect 😭

“honey, y/n, love, i am fine, i am breathing, okay? help me feel better, aright? no one does it like you,” he whispered in your ears.

“never! e- ever! get yourself t- this bad, again!” you tried to sobbed out each word.

“can’t promise you that, i’ll get ten times worst than this to protect you”

have a great day/night everyone! take care 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[jqmalikhsgib]

bloom

three

“ouch, holy shit! you got the heaviest grip on ya kid!” eddie curses as lily pulls his hair. he’s gotten use to his kids pulling on his head over the years.

hopper keeps telling him to cut the damn thing but eddie tells him his hair is off limits! though yn loves his wild, curly hair, she thought he should cut it as well.

it had become a huge problem with their babies. she just didn’t want one of them to yank too hard and pull his hair out.

“i think you should cu—”

“don’t say it yn! my hair is off limits.”

yn chuckles at eddie’s antics. he’s being very silly about his hair! it’s not like it won’t grow back. but, it was no reasoning with the man.

eddie sets his daughter down into the play pen. yn wraps her arms around eddie’s neck. she stands on the tip of her toes before gently kissing him. “come on, baby! i think you’ll look absolutely sexy.” eddie groans.

“don’t try to seduce me into cutting my hair, yn! that’s a low blow.”

“i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, rockstar!” she kisses his cheeks next. “you’d look absolutely ravishing. want you all day, all night, from the bed to the kitchen floor, hmm?”

eddie shakes his head. she knows she’s close to convincing him. just gotta get a little push.

“just think baby, i might even let you do that thing you’ve been asking for the longest.” she bites her bottom lip.

eddie stares at her with wide eyes. “that’s low, baby! even for you!”

“what do you say, mister munson? gonna cut off that mane of yours?”

eddie groans. “fine! but it’ll take away my rockstar image!”

yn rolls her eyes. “eds, you’re a rockstar no matter what hairstyle you’re rocking because you’re eddie fucking munson, yeah?! born to be a rockstar, baby. plus, it’ll grow back! and it’ll be healthier because we’ll take better care of it!”

eddie sighs. he knew she’s making great points! he gently kisses her before smirking. “you’d really let me, you know?”

yn made a face. eddie gives her a pleading look. “only once! just to try it out.”

“and if you like it?” eddie whispers in her ear.

“then ill let you do it more, baby.”

eddie groans at the thought.

eddie leg shakes as he waits patiently for the barber. he’s still very hesitant about cutting his hair. it wasn’t just hair to him! he grew this the moment he got away from his father.

eddie thought growing it meant riding all the memories he had of the man that hurt him the most! he knew he’s more than just his hair.

he also knew in the end it’ll get his kids to stop pulling it, and he can start over, make sure he takes better care of it! he just hated that all the growth would be gone.

“oh, calm down boy! it’ll grow back faster than you think!” jim hits his future son in law on the shoulder.

“munson, you’re up next!” eddie stands up and sits in the chair. he closes his eyes after the barber got everything ready.

once he heard the snip of the scissors he takes a tiny peak and groans. the barber continues to cut the young man’s head before finishing up.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?!” jim states.

the barber hands him the biggest chop. eddie moans as he looks at his hair in his hands.

“this is gonna take some getting use to.” eddie states.

“you look good! i think you should keep it this way, son!”

eddie looks at jim as if he grew two heads. “over my dead body!”

“lets get you home, crybaby.” jim shakes his head. he pays the fee before the two head into his car and drives them back to the house.

“oh, look at how handsome daddy looks!” yn points to eddie as he walks into the house, jim right behind him.

“daddy!”

“what happen to your hair, daddy?” aster asked.

“the haircut fairy came and took it.”

“haircut fairy?”

“mhm!”

“did she give you a dollar like the toof fairy?” jasmine asked.

eddie pulls out a two dollars from his wallet. “she gave me two! told me to give them to my big boy and girl!” eddie hands them each a dollar.

“yay! put it in my piggy bank!” jasmine runs to her room. aster follows right behind her.

“how was he, dad?”

“cried like a baby.” jim greets his daughter by kissing the top of her head. eddie scoffs.

“as if!” eddie states.

yn laughs. “hows el?”

jim sighs. “she’s having a hard time in school. kids are picking on her.”

yn frowns. “what kids?”

“i think it’s jason carvers little brother.”

eddie groans at that. “of course the little dip shits brother is an asshole too! the whole carver family members are asshats.”

jim hums in agreement. “what are they saying?”

“apparently telling her she’s an unwanted orphan. stating i only adopted her and you because i felt bad for the situation you guys were in. not because i actually care and love you two like my own.” jim shakes his head.

“the fuck?!” eddie blurts.

“yeah! i don’t even wanna get into what they’re saying about you anymore darling. but it’s sick and kids are cruel.”

“steve and i can take care of this for you!”

yn shakes her head. “gonna threaten a couple of kids, eddie? come on!”

“baby, they’re seniors in high school! plus el is family, id be damn if another fucking carver threatens my family!”

“forget it eddie! we have kids to think about. dad will handle it. right?”

“damn straight, darling! they messed with the chief of police baby girl. no one’s getting away with hurting my babies.”

yn smiles. “if she needs to talk, tell her im not too far! she can come visit her big sister any time.”

jim hums. he kisses his daughter forehead once more before saying goodbye to his grandkids and leaving.

“im sorry, babe. just don’t know it when people mess with anyone i love.” eddie hold yn tightly.

“i know. just—i don’t need you to get into any trouble. just because my dad is the chief, he still has to answer to others. you could get in trouble with someone higher up. the kids and i need you.”

eddie kisses the top of her head. “promise, ill be a good boy!” he smirks. yn gently pushes him playfully.

“ruined the moment, eds!”

eddie chuckles. yn begins to walk away. eddie gently smacks her ass and smirks. yn turns around and points to the kids.

“they’re too busy watching peppa pig.” eddie states. yn playfully rolls her eyes before they both sit on the couch and cuddle next to their babies.

[toyama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Yano Ietsuna

~ January 8th ~

“The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.”

Login Lines:

“Yahoo! It’s my birthday! Bring on the presents!”

“Woot, woot! The gifts are already piling in! Thanks buddy!”

Voice Lines:

“Ah, I’m so happy, I might just start crying tears of joy. I’m gonna do my best to hold back though. Don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gift with my gross sobbing.”

“My ma and pops got me cake and some tacky socks. They keep complaining that I’m too hard to buy for, so they’ve given up at this point. My uncle says the same thing too and didn’t bother getting me a gift, but he gave me and the rest of my studio friends money to spend on drinking tonight, haha!”

“Asato senpai you got me a gift?! I-I’m not being dramatic, you’re just being humble like always. Anyways, what did you get me?”

“Woah, little… Stars? Candies you made from fruits on the farm, huh? Man, you didn’t have to do that much for me…W-What? I’m not crying! Shut up! Fucking… Thank you! Now stop judging me with that look, please!”

“I’m fine, old man. Just a bit moved by Asato’s gift… Oh yeah, the pressure is on for you. It’s gonna be hard to beat out senpai’s gift when he put so much thought into it!”

“Woah, this is an amazing light decoration! It’s a simple triangle shape, but it’s filled with little glowing figures… Are those firefly squids? Kensaku this is…! Huh? Look underneath…Oh, that’s why you wanted to get in touch with my uncle. Geez, I gotta thank both of you huh? Yeah I like it! Still doesn’t beat out Asato’s present, but it’s a close second. Thanks, Ken.”

Asato Lines:

“Happy birthday, Yano. You don’t need to shout so dramatically… Here, take this gift.”

“They’re candies gramma and I made from the fruit we harvested in the fall. I spent the time to make them into little stars…I noticed you like looking at them whenever it’s nighttime, so I thought you’d like it, maybe. Some are alcohol-flavored thanks to gramma, so watch out… Yano, you’re crying. Yeah, look. Tears. I’m happy, I think, that you like them. Enjoy them.”

Kensaku Lines:

“Aw, look at how little Yan-Yan is sobbing over his gift. Get moved to it, I got you a gift too! Yeah, it’s going to be hard to beat Asato-kun’s gift, but hey, I tried! Now take it already, you little crybaby!”

“Mhm. Had it specially made by someone we both know. You should check the bottom of the sculpture. Yup, I couldn’t ask you, so I had to ask the next best craftsman I know to help me make this gift. You better give your thanks to him young man. Hey, I’ll gladly take second place. Asato-kun is your best friend anyways. Hm? Oh, it���s no problem Yano. What are teammates for, if not to give each other gifts!”

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S2EP6

aka: season’s beatings!!!

Oh Hakkai lookin’ kinda nice in the Black Dragon uniform though.

Inui and Koko take control over the gang while Taiju is away at church huh? That could either be really good or really bad for our plan.

Yuzuha just chilling at home.. and getting a suspicious text? Should I be worried?

Ahh dunno what promise they’re talking about but I love how the umbrella hid Koko’s eyes in that scene.

Look at my boy Chifuyu walking all serious and confident.

Good lord, he was so violent back in the day, and to his own Toman men! Who hurt you sweetie?

Aaaahh Baji!! I wasn’t prepared to see him during this flashback!! God he looks amazing.

Aw dude come on, I know Chifuyu was being rough but do ya gotta beat some sense into him like that? Gives me Valhalla vibes all over again.

My boy looked up to his captain so much it hurts aahh.

For a dude who respected no one but Baji to now seeing him put that trust into Takemichi is something else man. I’m proud.

Even giving him Baji’s sash.. what a wonderful moment between the two of them.

That is kinda crazy: a big fight coming up and the only people we can trust in Toman are the two new captains we have great dislike for.

Time to put your talk-no-jutsu skills to the test Takemichi.

Ah shit, if Taiju is walking in now does that mean the three outside were completely knocked out already?

OH! Kisaki and Hanma just decided to beat up and tie Chifuyu up!! You damn bastards! Knew you two were up to something! Still dunno what they could gain from this, but fuck! At least it looks like Chifuyu managed to get a couple hits on Hanma.

“Oh, well. I guess the Hanmas team is through.” I hate how I’m still fond of you after you just betrayed my boy like that.

They really just did all that for fun.. well damn.

Hakkai I know you got a hell of a lot of anger inside you, but there’s no way you thought simply charging at Taiju with a knife was gonna do the trick right?

At least Takemichi figured out Kisaki and Hanma betrayed him.. and yeah Taiju isn’t dead at the moment, but I don’t think Hakkai getting strangled is the perfect way to think the mission is complete.

Oh Takemichi this man is gonna knock your lights out for sure.

What do you mean this is only 50% of his power?? And Taiju claims that he punched him with 30% when they first met? Oh our crybaby hero is gonna die.

Um Yuzuha??? What!? No fucking way, she’s the one who stabs Taiju?? Holy shit girl! Right in the back too.

Wait, hold up, pause, stop. This man, who was just fucking stabbed, has enough strength to pick up an entire damn church bench with one hand, lift the whole thing over his shoulder and throw it?? Hello???

I.. huh? She heard about this whole plan from Kisaki? So I did have reason to worry! But why? What’s happening I’m so lost at whatever this dude is planning. Unless he just did that for shits and giggles. Probably the reason to just add more drama and chaos.

Was it really Yuzuha who killed Taiju in the original timeline? Isn’t that different from what Kazutora said? I don’t remember weeks ago.

Oh okay, hello Taiju’s back with more tattoos. Hot damn.

So the wound is shallow because he had enough time to dodge due to Takemichi’s shout beforehand? Sure. Whatever makes sense I guess.

Many kudos for Yuzuha for standing up to this monster but I am so scared for her.

Can you not punch her across the damn church?? But goddamn am I impressed she’s at least still conscious after that hit!

“Dear Lord, why does God always put me through such ordeals?” Sir do pray tell how your life is so bad?

“Why must I kill my own beloved little sister?” You better fucking not man! I don’t care if you even have tears streaming down your face!

[farenmaddox]

Hey, so a bunch of people in the tags are like, "when did they have a shed, and bikes, and FUCK JOHN WINCHESTER" and all of you are very valid. But this is clearly a fond memory, and I wanted to write a little something that imagines a softer version. I figured, it didn't have to be their shed. Maybe they were at Bobby's! So... uh. I wrote an entire 3k about that for no particular reason.

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Dean already knew he’d screwed up before Sam even hit the ground.

He was already running before Sam’s single, shocking cry of pain went ricocheting off the rusting frames of the salvage cars scattered around the yard. Dean skidded onto his knees beside Sam, heedless of how little protection was offered by the cheap polyester of his costume before the gravel bit into his skin.

Sam clutched one arm against his chest with the other. “Dean, my arm,” he sobbed, his little face pale.

“Okay, you’re fine, let me see,” Dean said immediately, even though he was already pretty sure it was bad.

This was all his fault.

He’d just wanted Sam to stop whining about being bored. Dad had left them with Bobby for a week while he was hunting over in Montana, although of course he’d told Sam he was out there to sell farm equipment. Bobby was out on a tow job, and his t.v. sucked, so the only thing to do was play outside. He’d somehow picked up a decent couple of bicycles, which he said he’d just found on a scrap heap, but they’d already been riding those around half the afternoon and trying to catch crickets in the tall grass next to the salvage yard, and Sam didn’t want to anymore. So Dean had figured they could break out their Halloween costumes a couple of weeks early. He’d honestly been kind of surprised when Dad had tossed them over, saying “just in case” he wasn’t back for them by Halloween. Dean’s was a little too big and Sam’s a little too small, but it wasn’t like they were gonna complain that Dad had remembered there was a holiday coming and done anything about it.

“Watch this!” Dean had shouted as he jumped off the roof of the tool shed and onto a nearby car, his scratchy cape billowing behind him. Sam had already been scrambling up after him before he even jumped, and Dean had turned to yell at him not to try it, but he’d been too late. Sam missed landing on the car and landed on the ground instead.

“I told you not to,” Dean said, hovering his hand over Sam’s busted arm. “Dummy.”

It tasted bad in his mouth, and his stomach was in knots. He should have known better. He was supposed to be an example. Dad was right: he should be getting his priorities straight. What was he thinking?

Dad was going to kill him if Sam was hurt bad.

“Dean, it really hurts,” Sam whimpered.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s like, authentic! Batman gets hurt all the time! You gotta be a badass and stop crying. Batman isn’t a crybaby.”

Even as he said it, he carefully got Sam sitting up.

“I’m not a crybaby!” Sam objected.

“Exactly,” Dean agreed, and ran to get the bicycle out of the shed. “Come on, hop up on the handlebars, I’ll ride us into town and we’ll get a doctor to check it out.”

“Batman doesn’t need a doctor,” Sam scoffed, even though he was cradling his arm and grimacing and biting his lip.

“Sure he does,” Dean lied. “Now come on, I don’t got all day.”

“Why can’t Bobby drive us?”

“Bobby ain’t home,” Dean reminded him, and finally got Sam to climb up onto the handlebars so he could kick off and start tearing like hell toward town.

And yeah, maybe Dean was a little grateful about that. They didn’t know Bobby that good yet. Dean knew Bobby and Dad had traded notes a couple of times and Dad had asked Bobby to let them stay over for one night a while ago. He was gruff and didn’t say much, but he made them breakfast in the morning, so Dean figured he was all right. But still, he was probably gonna be really mad about this, so it was better if Dean got it all handled before he found out.

Dean rode them to the hospital and led Sam straight to the emergency room. The lady at the check-in counter was named Carla and she was pretty scandalized that they weren’t with an adult. Dean mostly told the truth, although he claimed Bobby was their uncle and that he’d only left them alone for thirty minutes but Dean was too worried about Sam being hurt to wait for him.

“Wait, Bobby Singer?” Carla suddenly clarified, frowning at him.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me again how you hurt your arm,” she asked Sam, sounding severe.

Puzzled, Sam told her again about missing the jump to the car roof and falling and landing on his arm wrong. It suddenly struck Dean why she was asking like that, and he bit down hard on his lip. He wanted to yell at her, tell her Bobby was a nice guy, but wasn’t that the whole reason he had come down here without him, because he wasn’t sure? But apparently with Sam’s story remaining the same, she was satisfied, and she directed them to take a seat.

“How long we gotta wait?” Dean objected. “His arm’s broken!”

“It is?” Sam asked with wide eyes, even while Carla was raising her eyebrows and nodding at some of the other people in the waiting room.

“Some emergencies are more urgent than others,” she said. “Sit.”

Yeah, Dean could see what she meant as he took in the lady clutching a bloody wad of paper towels to the side of her head and the lady who was curled up with her legs in one of the chairs moaning and crying, and the guy who kept shifting uncomfortably and trying to use a sweatshirt to hide how his constant adjustments to his crotch. Maybe a broken arm could wait longer than the clap, or whatever. Dean didn’t really know whether the clap was an emergency.

Nobody bothered them much while they waited, although they gave Dean a couple of bandaids and some Neosporin for his scraped knees, and gave them both a cup of water. Dean had been freaking out, and he kinda still was, especially about what Dad would say and how much money this was gonna cost, but he was bored enough now that he was noticing that he was getting really hungry. Sam probably was, too. But while he was fishing in his pockets for change, hoping he could scrounge up a few quarters to get a Snickers bar from the vending machine that they could split or something, that’s when a nurse finally came to get Sam and take him to get his arm x-rayed.

“You’re going to have to wait here,” the lady in scrubs said to Dean when he stood up to follow them.

“No,” Sam said, grabbing Dean’s hand with his good one.

“Like hell,” Dean said immediately. “Sammy’s five, he’s not supposed to go anywhere without me.”

“And how old might you be?” the lady asked sarcastically.

“Don’t matter, I’m staying with him. You can’t stop me.”

Dean wasn’t sure that was true, exactly, because there’d been a cop talking to a security guard over in the corner of the room a few minutes ago, but when it came down to it he wasn’t above kicking a few shins and he figured they weren’t gonna arrest a ten-year-old. Probably. The lady seemed to be contemplating it just as much as he was, but then she looked past them over Dean’s shoulder.

“Sir?” she asked, standing up straighter, and her eyes cut toward the security guy.

Dean spun around and saw Bobby making a beeline toward them.

“Oh,” Dean said. “How’d you know where we were?”

“Came back and couldn’t find you anywhere, asked my neighbor, she said she saw you hightailing it for town. Figured there were only so many places you’d be going in that much of a hurry. What the hell happened, boy?”

“Sam broke his arm, I think,” Dean answered right away, and realized he was still holding the kid’s hand. He went ahead and dropped it, since he didn’t think they were going to take Sam away from him right this second. “It was an accident,” he added quickly. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“No it’s not!” Sam said. “Dean, you didn’t do anything!”

“I’m supposed to look after you,” Dean mumbled, looking at his own shoes. “Shouldn’t have let you up there.”

Sam scowled, but Bobby cut off any further argument.

“Looks like they’re ready to have you checked out now, Sam. Are you gonna be okay with this nice lady if me and Dean sit and wait for you right here?”

Sam’s face screwed up like he was going to cry for just a second, but he swallowed it back down. “Okay,” he mumbled.

Dean didn’t feel like he could argue, now that Bobby had decided about it, so he just sat back down.

“Sorry you had to come down here,” he said, staring at his knees.

Bobby let out a whuffing noise as he sat in the chair next to him. “Don’t be an idjit, boy, of course I was gonna come down here. You know you’d have had a hell of a time getting back out of here afterward? They’d have called CPS or some damn thing.”

Dean squirmed.

“If it was an accident, then it ain’t your fault,” Bobby said.

Dean scowled.

“You’re both just kids. Shit happens sometimes, ain’t anybody’s fault. Sam got hurt, but honestly he seems all right. We’ll be out of here in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“He’s my responsibility.”

“Well, at this very moment, the both of you are my responsibility. Is it my fault?”

“No, course not.”

“Well there you go then.” Bobby fished his wallet out of his back pocket and retrieved a few dollar bills. “I think all three of us could use a candy bar or something, considering it’s gonna be a while before we can get dinner. Think you could go over to the vending machine and grab me a Kit Kat and whatever you want for you and Sam?”

Dean stared up at him in surprise, then grabbed the money and ran to do just that. He was already halfway through his Snickers by the time he got back to Bobby with the Kit Kat and the Reese’s for Sam.

It didn’t take long for Sam to get his x-ray, and Dean was allowed to be with him while they were doing the cast. It wasn’t even a big cast, and they said he only needed it for three weeks, and they gave him some Tylenol so he would hurt a little less. They let Sam pick the color for the cast, too, although he got stuck trying to decide between red and green. Dean solved it with a coin flip, so green it was. After that, he gave Sam his Reese’s and the kid was over the moon even though he needed Dean to open the plastic for him.

When they were ready to leave, Bobby picked Sam up and settled the kid against one of his hips, acting like Sam wasn’t way too old for that. Sam seemed happy, resting his head against Bobby’s shoulder with chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth. Bobby carried Sam out to his truck with one arm, steering Dean by the shoulder with his free hand.

“I’ll meet you guys at the house,” Dean said. “I gotta bring the bike back.”

“Or you could throw it in the back of the truck,” Bobby drawled.

“Oh. Yeah.”

Dean was pretty grateful that Bobby had a solution. It had gotten really cold while they’d been inside and he hadn’t been looking forward to biking with just this dumbass costume on.

Once they were all in the truck and pulling away from the hospital, Bobby said they’d had a long day so it was too much work to scrounge up something for dinner and they’d just have to order a couple of pizzas. He also stopped by the video rental store to get a couple of movies, and let Sam and Dean each pick one. He didn’t carry Sam anymore, but he kept the kid real close to his side. Dean found the newest Indiana Jones movie that he hadn’t seen yet, and he immediately knew that he was getting that one. Sam picked out some dumb Disney movie about shrinking kids. Bobby even picked one for himself, although he wouldn’t let them see what it was and said he was gonna watch it after they went to bed.

Dean changed into some regular clothes as soon as they got back, and helped Sam change because the kid couldn't figure out what to do with the hand on his bad arm. Then they had pizza and watched movies, like it was some kind of special occasion. Sam’s movie first, because he was the one who got hurt and also because he was a little kid and he was going to fall asleep way early. His movie wasn’t even that bad, Dean decided while guiding a string of cheese into his mouth. Pretty funny. And Dean was allowed to eat as much pizza as he could stand, there was plenty. Bobby was pretending that he was reading something across the room, but Dean caught him looking at the movie a couple of times.

In their limited experience of one night a few months ago and last night, Bobby would just let them put themselves to bed and it wasn’t like they had a curfew or anything. But tonight he hustled Sam up the stairs to brush his teeth, and helped him figure out how to rest his casted arm on a pillow so he could sleep better. Dean rewound Sam’s tape and put his own movie into the VCR, but he figured he’d wait and see if Bobby wanted to watch it, too, because it was a way cooler movie.

While he sat there, feeling funny that Bobby was putting Sam to bed when that was Dean’s job, he started worrying again about how Dad was going to react when he got back. Pretty soon he was hunched over his knees feeling like the cheese from the pizza was turning sour in his guts. He thought maybe he was gonna hurl. No, scratch that, he was definitely gonna.

He ran to the bathroom and puked into Bobby’s toilet. He scrubbed tears from the corners of his eyes and frantically flushed the toilet and started wiping around the edges, because he didn’t want Bobby to know he threw up. He spat into the sink a couple of times and rinsed his mouth out, and came back out to the living room to find Bobby standing there waiting for him.

“Thought that might happen, the way you were bolting your food down. You know you’re supposed to chew it?”

Dean shook his head, feeling his cheeks flare hot with embarrassment and shame, and he crept back onto the couch and curled up in a corner.

“What ’m I gonna tell Dad?” he whispered. “Sam’s hurt and it’s gonna cost so much money, and it’s all my fault.”

Bobby’s face went from kinda amused to something much darker. He came closer, then stopped, one hand held half-out like he meant to reach over and touch Dean but thought the better of it.

“Well, I’ll be the one to talk to your Daddy about it,” Bobby said finally. “Happened on my watch, so that’s for me to do. You don’t need to worry about it, this time. You understand?”

Dean wanted to say no, because he didn’t, not really. But Bobby’s face was a thundercloud and he thought maybe Bobby was mad at him, or maybe mad at Dad? So he said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he said, and started to cross the room back to his seat and his book.

“You um. You wanna watch Indiana Jones? It’s not a kid’s movie, it’s really good.”

Bobby immediately turned around and came back over to the sofa. “Sure,” he said as he sat down. “Why not?”

It was nice, Dean thought as he started the tape, to have somebody besides Sam to watch a movie with. Nice that there was somebody who could pick up Dean’s slack with taking care of Sam, too. Pastor Jim was all right, but his church stuff kept him way too busy for stuff like that. Maybe if Dad wasn’t too mad at Bobby about Sam’s arm, maybe they could stay with Bobby again next time. Dean wouldn’t hate that.

9.15 #thinman

[zeeroweenies]

yuuji with a breeding kink makes me 😩

you n me both babe😮‍💨

cw: breeding kink ; dacryphilia ; a mating press ; light degradation ; snowballing ; tummy bulge ; a nonconsensual creampie ; yuuji’s ooc–

wc: 1K+

The sound of skin connecting with moans and loud huffs of breath is lost in the air, leaving nothing but the feeling of your pleasure in its absence as your boyfriend fucks himself into your cunt.

He has no mercy, almost ruthless in the way he fucks you. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum at this point, and what’s funny is he hasn’t even came once, leaving you in a puddle of pleasure that seems to never end even when you start crying.

“Y-Yuuji, Yuuji,” your voice cracks through his ear drums, the stickiness of sweat glistening on his forehead dripping onto your bare chest from just how hard he’s fucking you. “Yuuji, can’t take another one, please,”

The sight of your tears irritates him with a passion. They come in banks, flowing freely down your hot face and dampening your hot lashes that your hands cling to his face for safety, nails accidentally leaving marks from digging into the sides of his cheeks so roughly. The pain doesn’t bother him in the slightest, not when he’s about to cum, but your fucking whining is what sets him off.

“What’re you cryin’ for?” He snaps, noticing how a whine is followed on the receiving end of his harsh words, making him press your legs to your chest in an effort to plunge deeper into your cunt. “I’m not fucking you that hard, stop bein’ such a goddamn crybaby.”

The words that spew from his mouth are so mean, so mean that it has you tightening around his cock, and once again has you crying, “Yuuji—”

“Shut up or I’m gonna cum inside you.”

He’s stern. It makes your lids shoot open within a blink of an eye, terror evident across the expanse of your pretty features as your lashes flutter in disbelief. “You won’t.” A whimper tumbles from your lips, a fresh set of tears replacing the ones that were there before in their leave, clouding your vision so badly that you can barely make out the sight of Yuuji’s tall form towering right above you.

“I will, I hope I fuckin’ do. Gonna put a baby in you,” pants and breathless whispers fan against the plush of your lips and thick fingers stab into the fat of your thighs to pin them roughly to your chest. Using his free hand, Yuuji firmly presses it against the bulge of your tummy, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. “Right here.”

There was no way you could get pregnant at this point in your life, you haven’t even graduated college for Christ’s sake. Even with you being on the pill, birth control was a tricky fucker. There are two odds: you either end up pregnant or you don’t. It was a risk you weren’t willing to take. And the look on Yuuji’s face right now is intentional. Much different than the usual aloof smile spread across his handsome features, brows creased into one and using all the force in his god-given body to force his cock into your aching pussy that you’re sure he’s dead serious about knocking you up.

“Yuuji, p-pull out. Baby, y-you gotta, you can’t—” Two fingers force themselves past your mouth to press down on your tongue, a mix of spit and his digits muffling your moans. “God, shut the fuck up so I can cum in you.”

Another orgasm’s pulled from you before you have the chance to protest again, making your eyes roll back in bliss and nails clutch the sheets in an unsuccessful attempt to ground yourself with your boyfriend pummeling his way into you. Yuuji’s doing no better himself, he can barely even focus between your high pitched moans, breeding your cunt, and how tight you’re fucking squeezing him.

“Look at how this greedy fuckin’ cunt’s sucking me in, nasty fucking bitch.” He grunts, tossing his head back before it comes back down to meet you. “Still don’t want me to cum inside you?” The head shake you give him is fucked out, dried tear stains and spit covering your face with a barely audible no. It feels dirty, but oh so good.

“Liar.” He spits, “Funny how you’re saying no but this filthy cunt’s saying somethin’ else. Hear that?” He’s face to face with you, breath to breath, and all you can hear are the low sticky sounds of your pussy each time his pelvis connects with yours roughly.

You can’t help but let your eyes shut and mouth hang open, the furrowing on your brows telling Yuuji everything he needs to know with a sinister smirk making its way onto his face. “Yeah, you want it.”

It’s not long after when he’s finally doing what he said he would, dick pulsing and bottoming out inside your hole as he reaches his limit. Thick white ropes coming out in spurts and filling your tight cunt all the way up to the brim, his pupils blown wide and your breaths mingling before he slowly pulls out. Pop.

A weak groan falls past your lips, sticky and puffy lips of your cunt letting you know there’d probably be hell to pay for what Yuuji’s gone and done now. Oh well, serious actions have serious consequences.

You rise onto the backs of your elbows, watching the combination of your cum and his drip out of your hole and onto the sheets.

“You made a mess inside me,” you complain, making Yuuji roll his eyes from where you can see him slipping his shirt back on. “My legs are all sticky now, you’re such a meanie.”

He takes two fingers to where your pussy leaks his seed, gathering it up into one pile before popping into his mouth. “Yeah, whatever. Shut up and kiss me.” Four fingers press around your throat before Yuuji’s lips are connected with yours, his tongue and the taste of him mixing around in your tastebuds. Making you chase him for more with a tiny pout when he pulls away before tossing your leggings onto your head. “Where are you goin’?”

“We’re gonna go get a Plan B, can’t have you gettin’ pregnant on me, can I?”

🏷 @sunas-cumdump @icyoni @thouxanbanfaunii @sems-diarie @kageyamakock @naoyailoveu @uwubby-1 @strawbub @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @megumitodoroki @hybristophilaa @fiona782 @nanamislut @arieltheworldisamess @kloesklarity @imrisaluk @ereh-simp

[the-platonic-charms]

hi! for any of the mods, may i have hcs for miu, kokichi and byakuya with an s/o who's like mikan? (low self-esteem, sensitive, cries easily etc)

𝐌𝐈𝐔 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐈

Heyo! I'm not sure if I wrote Byakuya correctly. But thank you for requesting,hope you have a nice day♡

⚜ Byakuya noticed how you were different from the others. Well, you were different enough for him to consider you his friend and later even partner. Different, since you were the one he cared about most.

⚜ But it wasn't only that. You were a lot more quiet than the other students, and more emotional.

⚜ He wanted to talk to you about it, but wasn't sure how to do it without hurting your feelings.

⚜ Eventually he gathered up the courage and the right composure. After talking to you, he realized it wasn't anything serious. But he couldn't help worrying, at least a little bit.

⚜ Togami knows that he isn't always nice, but he'd never want to make you feel bad. If you ever start crying next to him, he'll hug you and pat your head.

⚜ When you're having a low self-esteem he'll reassure you that you're an amazing person and how much you're important to him.

⚜ You two being together helps Byakuya become more empathetic and a better person, meanwhile you can gain some confidence.

♛ I feel like at first he'd call you a 'crybaby' and would tease or make fun of you (but he wouldn't go too far) . And then he caught feelings for you. Oh boy

♛ Suddenly he stopped making fun of you, and would tease you only a little bit. He'd always end the sentence with "Just kidding" or "It's a, lie ya know?"

♛ He wouldn't like to hurt your feelings, and seeing you cry makes him want to cry!

♛ Once you're in a relationship and Ouma sees you crying, he'll try to comfort you. It's not the best, but he's trying. He rubs your back and tells you that's it's going to be okay, and he's there for you.

♛ When you trip near him, Kokichi will try to catch you. Surprisingly, 9 out of 10 times he succeeds. How? No one knows...

♛ "Geez [Your Name] , you gotta be more careful!"

Oooh, you so clumsy girl! Gotta be more careful there Himiko.

♛ When he heard you say bad things about yourself, at first he thought it wasn't that serious. He jokingly agreed on some of them. It wasn't until he noticed how often you do it and how bad it actually is.

♛ "But why would you say that about yourself? I mean, you're the most super awesome person I know! And! You're dating the great supreme leader, Kokichi Ouma!"

♡ If it weren't for the fact that you're dating her, Miu would most likely make fun of you. But you're her amazing partner, who she'd never want to hurt or make sad.

♡ She's very protective of you. If someone were to make fun of you or just be a jerk, Miu would be getting ready to f i g h t

♡ "What the fuck did you just say, you little bitch? Say that to my face ya fuckin' virgin!"

♡ Then she turns to you, like nothing happened and tries to comfort you.

♡ "Hey, are you okay? Did that person hurt you? You can always tell me, you know? I'll smash the hell outta them for you."

♡ She just really loves you.

♡ Unfortunately, Iruma isn't the best at comforting people. But you can tell she tries.

♡ She'll try cheering you up by showing you some of her inventions.

♡ If you're feeling insecure about your looks, Miu will offer giving you a makeover and taking you out shopping with her. She's always complimenting you and giving you nicknames like 'gorgeous' 'hottie' etc.

[godwrecks]

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗣𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁

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tags; college au. angst. confession. fwb. drugs. fluff if you squint.

The first thing you registered was the light buzzing - no, vibrating of Suna’s phone. Much too dazed by your sleep, you didn’t wonder who was blowing up his messages this late at night. Raising up the sheets to shield your naked body from the cold, you tried to get some sleep, but Suna’s incessant tossing kept you from doing so.

You finally turned to him, eyes squinting at his illuminated face. “Why the fuck is your screen so bright?” You groaned and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. He merely chuckled, quickly putting away the phone.

“Why so cranky, you just woke up,” despite speaking in hushed sentences, his voice still dripped with mocking. Suna placed his hand on your hip, and though it remained in its station for a few seconds, he soon started trailing his fingers along your waistline.

“Can you even call it waking up? I didn’t sleep at all,” he cocked his head at that, bringing you in closer to him. “I guess I’m at fault for that.”

You smiled quietly, clearing your head as much as possible to get a wink of sleep, though you knew he’d be up and going soon. It had been a few weeks since the...incident, if that’s what you could call it. Nothing changed, really, for better or for worse. Sometimes he was more careful around you, but your relationship was only good for sex. That’s what you had to remind yourself, right? But everything remaining the same was what bugged you. You knew better than to demand more because this was never meant to go past fuck buddies. And while he started coming to you slightly less high, sometimes even seemingly sober, you knew better than to get your hopes up.

With your head like this on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Steady, while yours seemed to always mess up and skip around him. And yet with the slow rhythm of his heart, of his breathing, you surrendered to sleep.

When you woke up again, the sunlight was already rudely peeping past your curtains, and the other side of the bed was empty. Still adjusting to the light, you looked around the room slowly, filled with a strange relief when you found Suna dressing up.

“Practice?” You rubbed your eyes carefully, putting on a hoodie and wobbling when you stood up to reach him. He smiled arrogantly as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the mess he made of you.

“Yeah. I gotta stop to get something on the way, so I’m heading out now.” His voice was still raspy from sleeping, some of his locks awkwardly falling over his eyes.

Though you wanted to smile at the sight, you knew he was talking about his plug and picking up shit from him. It wasn’t that you judged him for smoking - if that had been your preference, you would’ve known better than to get involved. You and Suna started out as friends, and you had been good friends for a long time at that. Some of the boys on the team always smoked together, and you almost always happened to be there with a few other girls, sometimes even taking a hit you’d be offered. Some of those girls were flings you’d never see again, others were girlfriends. But you were just a friend at the time, not thinking much of the tall and laid-back middle blocker.

“Will you be there tonight? For the party, I mean,” he spoke casually, sitting down on sheets that now smelled like him. “I’m not too sure. I have an assignment due, and I have to be up early tomorrow,” he nodded from his place, tying his boots. You hadn’t been going to many parties lately. The semester nearly ending meant your workload was accumulating, which also meant seeing Suna less. It was at parties and gatherings that you really got to see him, anyway - he was always busy with volleyball and zooted out of his mind most nights he was free. Your thoughts were abruptly cut when you felt his lips press against your forehead, finding an apologetic smile when you looked up.

“You’re starting to bore me,” he joked, but it still made your smile falter. You wanted to give yourself a good slap; since when had you become such a crybaby?

“I’m gonna go now, don’t miss me too much,” Suna stood in the door, offering a charming wink.

“Bye, loser,” you smiled back before shutting the door right in his face.

You had tuned into your laptop to absorb every piece of information from the lecture, or at least try to, as you sat in the library. A quick glance at the clock told you it was nearly midnight. Surprisingly, the library was open all night for students to study - go figure, maybe they guessed most procrastinate until the night thereof. You were taking a few sips from your drink when your phone lit up for an incoming call.

“Rin?” You spoke quietly, not bothering to decipher what the background noise was on his end.

“Baby! You picked up,” his voice was lighter than usual, a mixture of sweetness and relaxation. Suna was the type to become touchy when he was intoxicated, whether by alcohol or drugs. His hands wandered everywhere and he became extremely affectionate, even cuddly, though it was mostly him grabbing your ass. You had only ever seen it for yourself; it was what he did when you were around, and you didn’t have the heart to ask what he did, or who he did it with, when you were absent.

“What’s up?” You let out a sigh as you leaned back in your chair, fingers toying with the straw of your cup.

“I wanna see you,” he spoke and you guessed he had walked out of whatever room he was in.

“I’m studying right now. I told you, remember?”

“Mm, yeah, yeah, you did,” Suna grumbled before a sharp noise echoed through the line, followed by a curse.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just knocked some shit over. Anyways, come on, just take a break.” You took in a sharp breath, wanting to knock your head against the wall. You knew when to say no, but when it came to him that never meant it was easy.

“I really can’t, Rin. If you just want a girl all over you, call someone else,” you flinched at your own tone, stupefied by the coldness of it.

Whilst you were pondering the source of your sudden anger, Suna was chuckling, probably shaking his head. “Hey, hey, where’s that coming from?”

“Well, I’m just giving you a disclaimer. I’d love to be there, but my grade for this class is desperately crying for help,” you laughed, hoping to cover up whatever that had been.

“So what? I just call someone else?”

“If that’s what you want right now,” you frowned, a detestable panic rushing through you. It was so stupid to even suggest so in the first place, what were you hoping to accomplish? Maybe you just wanted to check for yourself what happened when you weren’t there to satisfy him.

“Unfair, much?” He sighed, and you wished you were facing him right now, if only to catch a glimpse of what goes through his mind.

“How?” You ventured with a gulp, heart pounding against its cage.

“You’re the only girl who doesn’t sober me up,” your stomach twisted onto itself at the smirk on his voice. You felt sick yet couldn’t point down the reason why - there were several. You being foolish enough to even think of this fact as a confession, him only calling you because he just wanted his high to last. Was he using you? The thought raced through your mind, along with a few scenes of you laying next to him.

“Hey,” he blurted out seriously. Between you only remained the loudest silence you had heard.

“Hey,” you were utterly breathless, struggling for air as your lungs closed up and rebelled against your will. You wondered if this was truly so shocking. While you were in the back of his hair, this fear was always forced to the back of your mind. You had knowingly mistaken every moment for more than it was.

“Are you o-”

“I need to go, actually. I’m still at the library, so I should head home. Have fun, yeah?”

Before he could even reply, you ended the call, gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles went white.

The ride to your apartment was loathsome, to say the least. Not even the loud music could keep you away from your thoughts long enough. You turned the engine off and made your way to the elevator. In the process of searching through your backpack, your phone almost slipped from your hands when you jumped in surprise, startled at the arm sticking through the closing doors.

Your heart dropped when they opened up to reveal a panting Suna staring right through you.

“Rin, what are you doing here?” You stammered when he pressed the button to your floor, nearing your figure.

“I came here to see you,” he was still slightly out of breath, eyes scanning you as if they were searching for something. Had he run for so long?

You took a look at your handwatch and cringed. It was late, but not late enough for him to come knock at your door.

“Thought you’d be busy until later,” you replied dryly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, well, change of plans.” His sleazy eyes never left you, and you regretted not taking the stairs.

“I’m sorry I made you come all the way here, but you should go-” You stared at the hand wrapped around your wrist that pulled you closer until you stumbled forward.

“Don’t do that.”

You chuckled viciously, a sound that bruised him. “Sorry I’m not really in the mood to have sex right now.”

“You know that’s not what I’m here for.” Suna started to be visibly frustrated, or at least you thought so by the strength with which he was gripping the pole behind you.

“Then why are you here? That’s all we’ve ever done, Suna,” the name rolled off your tongue awkwardly, and as distasteful as it was for you, his flinch made it clear that he disliked it even more. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, straight to your apartment with the hopes that he’d stay behind.

“Oh, so now we’re back to the last-name basis?” You felt him right behind you, his heavy breathing audible.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You half-assed the apology as you struggled with your keys, the slight shake in your hands slowing you down.

After stepping inside, you turned just in time to see his shake head.

“Why are you being like this all of a sudden?”

Your eyes rolled back at his indifference. How could he be so dense? Was he feigning innocence like this was a game to the both of you? It may have been for him, but not for you.

“I don’t know!” A step towards him and you were already too close. You felt claustrophobic from the way he hovered above you. “Maybe because I feel fucking stupid? I know there’s nothing between us, I’m well aware,” the laugh that formed in your throat was bitter, yet it didn’t compare to the tightening of your chest. “But this just isn’t what I want anymore.”

Suna looked at you as if you had gone insane, unaware of the slight craze in his amber eyes. “What do you want?” He grabbed onto the door, stepping forward until he had cleared his way inside.

“Not this, not whatever you want out of me.”

The grin on his face, unlike his usual striking ones, branded an emotion he had never worn before. “Which is?”

“Making you cum while you’re high, apparently,” you sneered back, tearing his hand away from the door.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” Suna gritted through his teeth, slamming the door shut. You groaned, debating how hard you would have to smack his head with your backpack to give him a concussion.

“Oh, am I? You said so yourself.”

“You’re twisting my words,” he pointed his finger at you accusingly, fuming with every breath.

“How so?” This time you didn’t back off. Instead, you hit his chest, resisting the urge to claw at it so he’d at least keep a distance. “If you care to explain, go right ahead!”

“I never said that’s all I want,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep calm, which was turning out difficult for the both of you.

“Right, because only seeing you after you've smoked wasn’t enough of a message. I don’t even see you throughout the day!”

“How is that only my fault? You never told me you wanted something else, and you were as happy to fuck as I was whenever I knocked on your door.” You could only scoff at his words, amazed he could even dare to try and blame you.

“You know damn well this isn’t on me. I'm not the unavailable one, I'm not the one that's always gone until it's convenient. I'm not the one who barges in and acts like they own me, or did you forget about that already?” You had begun to scream out without realizing, but the rage you felt burning through the cracks of your heart was urging to be released.

Suna stood there quietly, staring at you with distant eyes, like he was too busy making sense of his own thoughts to even mind yours. When the clock ticked away and he had still not spoken a word, you inhaled, bracing yourself.

“Listen, this was nice. And I’d like to stay as a friend, so let’s just leave it at this. If you had plainly admitted that all you ever wanted was sex, I would’be been slightly better now.” The words were calculated and detached as you held onto the sleeves of your cardigan.

“You’re not fucking getting it, it’s not just the sex that I want,” Suna finally mumbled, but your hand was already placed on the knob.

“Well it's all you ever cared to ask for.” You opened the door and stepped away, unable to look anywhere but at the floor.

“When I said I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't mean- I meant…” each word was a separate struggle, and you lacked the strength to bear it any longer.

“What did you mean, Rintaro?” You only offered a tired smile as he stood there once again like a fish out of water. A silent challenge he never took on.

It only took you a few seconds to decide to push him from behind towards the door. You were angry, and heartbroken, and definitely not okay, but something like this was not worth losing him over. Despite everything, he had been a great friend before.

“Have a good night,” and with that, you spelled away the image of the tall brunette you came to adore.

You were still dripping from your long shower, the robe you wore doing little to collect the water before it hit the floor. It was early afternoon, not even 24 hours after the fight, yet it felt like an eternity had passed. You hadn’t heard from Suna at all, and a part of you wondered if you would soon or if he would disappear for a while. Shaking the thoughts away, you walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink when the doorbell rang. You frowned, scrambling your brain for anything your friends had said about coming over, but you were sure none had the plans to visit. The moment you opened the door, the scent of musk and ginger washed over you.

“Please don’t shut the door on me, you seem to have taken a liking to it,” he blabbered out as soon as your eyes met. You hesitated, shifting your weight on your feet.

“What are you doing here?”

“Give me a chance?” You frowned, scanning his face for ulterior motives but all you found was honesty. Despite it, your stomach sank at the sight. Though you didn’t know if you had wanted to see him or not, you wouldn’t have imagined it would be this hard.

“Rin, really, what are you-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too bewildered to properly speak. Another glance at his face told you he was sober - he even looked more put together than he usually did, though it looked like his volleyball uniform was under his outerwear.

“For someone who was so upset, you should at least give me the opportunity,” he joked tediously, ignoring the dense air that had formed between you two.

His smile was rueful, and genuine from what you could see. “Just...let me do this properly. Dress up and let’s go to my game,” he announced, hints of timidity teetering his voice.

You simply gazed at him, lips forming a thin line. “What are you doing? Just- what are you planning?”

“Nothing!” He swallowed down, raising up the hand that was holding two bags. You raised an eyebrow at it, unamused. “Here, I got you something.”

Receiving it from his cold hands, you looked carefully into it before digging through it. “You’re joking,” you hissed, dangling the pink lingerie in front of his face.

He was smug, toying with you for his pleasure as always. You would have too if you had not been in this situation.

“It was a joke. That’s not...really what,” he quickly delved into the other bag, holding out a small, black box. You surveyed it before cocking your head, taking it from him and opening it. The necklace inside was pretty - beautiful, actually. But you didn’t want his money, you wanted him, which was likely a harder request. “It’s not gifts that I want, Rin,” you sighed, now painfully aware that he would never be something you could predict.

“I know that, angel. But I never treated you, or did something nice for you, and most guys do with, you know,” he trailed off, eyes darting away from your face.

“My problem is you only calling me when you’re high. That issue won’t be solved with gifts,” you massaged your temple, slowly becoming a mess as you tried to put the pieces together and figure out what he was doing.

“I’m not a damn addict, princess. It’s not all I fucking care about,” Suna swore as he leaned against the door frame.

“I know that! I never said you were, but you can’t just go from only giving me that to acting as if you actually want us to be something more. So tell me, how am I supposed to feel?” Though your voice nearly broke, you held onto the door - determined to at least stand your ground. You had been clear with him. You had specified you couldn’t do this anymore, so the least he could do is respect that.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, glimmering ever so briefly that you wondered if the change had been a figment of your imagination. “Listen— I've never,” his chest trembled with a breath before he continued. “I've never been in love with someone, alright? I don’t know how it fucking feels, and that was the last thing I planned on doing. And don’t get me wrong, I was hooked on you from the very beginning. But then suddenly you're the only person I’m attracted to,” Suna’s voice was uncharacteristically weak, threatening to crack at any moment. “And believe me it wasn’t for lack of trying, because while my dick was inside someone else, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see you. And I didn’t- I don’t know how to process that, all that you fucking make me feel. I don’t even know if I want to process it at all, if I’m being sincere.” His lips lifted into a pained smile that didn’t reach his tormented eyes. “But when you ended that call, you sounded so hurt I panicked. And I don't have a plan, and I'm rambling, and this is probably the most I’ve ever said at once, but if I know something, it’s that I can't let it end here,” his throat bobbed but his steps to you were resolute. You almost turned away when his hands cupped your cheek, spanning the skin delicately.

You couldn’t find your voice for all it was worth. It was hard to tell whether your brain was working faster than your heart.

“You say that, but,” you jerked when you felt a tear trickling down your cheek. Suna’s fingers stuttered undecidedly, but his thumb wiped away the salty trail. “Assuming you truly felt that way, you never acted on it. Actually, you acted very differently,” you hiccuped, biting the inside of your cheek in shame.

“You want me to be honest with you? I feel like such a mess around you, like I might explode. It’s easier to deal with that in certain situations. Hence me restricting our time with each other to me being high,” Suna murmured, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was scared all the good I’d ever do for you is a nice fuck. What if that’s all I get until I mess up? You’ve got it so together and I’m here, not even able to talk about my stupid feelings.”

You gaped at his pale face: the beautiful carving of his features, the slight quavering of his bottom lip, the long eyelashes framing half-mast eyes.

“You mean that?”

He laughed at your simple question, likely expecting more after everything he had let out. You wanted to give him more, but you were unable to, still trapped in your fear that it would all be fake.

“I do. And I’m sure it can’t just be me who feels like this.” With a look at you, he pinched your cheek gently, looking for an answer.

“It’s not just you. Obviously,” you grumbled disapprovingly. It was pretty obvious to you, but he still smiled sweetly, the frenzy in his face slowly fading.

“I’ll probably miserably fail, but I at least wanna try. I wanna do this — with you. So please let me. And if it’s not enough for you even after that, then I won’t waste your time anymore. But give me the chance.” His hands lowered to your jaw and neck while he spoke the words, forcing you into a retreat.

“Rin, do you even know how relationships work?” You scoffed, quirking your eyebrows at the boy.

“Yes. No. In theory?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He really was awfully cute sometimes.

You eyed his waist, reluctantly deciding to wrap your arms around it with a heavy sigh. “I’ll probably regret this and get my heart broken.”

“Hopefully it’s not your heart that gets broken,” Rin quickly added, looking down at your body with a sneaky grin. You glared at him, hiding away the smile on your lips.

“You know we have to like- go on dates. During the day and all?”

He nodded like this was a work interview and he was expecting the question.

“Okay, so get ready. Let’s go to my game,” he signaled over to your room given your bathrobe, but you could only stare at him cautiously.

“I mean it. Come cheer for me,” Rin leaned down to you with the whisper, reaching your eye level. You nodded, rushing to get dressed once he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You know,” he started off casually, grabbing your hand. “I might’ve cried if you hadn’t come back with me.”

“Oh, really?” You smirked at him, curiosity filling you.

Swiftly noticing your mood shift, he explained. “Well I talked to some friends...for advice, or whatever. So if I had showed back alone, those two jerks would’ve never let me hear the end of it.”

He squeezed your hand as laughter soared through you, your free hand traveling to your abdomen when it began hurting. “Seriously?” You added when you managed to control the laughter, gaining a glare from Suna.

“Seriously.”

When your eyes had returned to the road ahead of you, he lifted your intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your palm.

“I’ll do this, so just don’t complain anymore okay?”

This was so long??? If you actually read all of it, THANK YOU LMAO. also sorry for the weird spaces sometimes, i like writing in docs so i don’t lose anything aha so it b weird sometimes idky. okay yeah thank you !!

art credit: damnzucoyy on tiktok

[friend-shaped-but]

I feel like they try to make drupad cruel to paint Drona in a better light. They take the "I can't be friends with you bcos you're POOR" incident be the whole thesis of Drupad's character.

Of course, Drona isn't a saint, and Drupad isn't satan incarnate like starbharat thinks, but that warrants a whole other post. Right now, I want to get into the specific episode you're talking about.

I LOVE that they made ARJUN the sexy lamp, the philosophical one, the mama's boy, the- (what starbharat made him outnumbers his actual names and also the previous sentence was all sarcastic. He has so much main character energy and NOT in a good way.)

Honestly, with Kunti's speech in that episode, I wanted there to be a difference of opinion between the pandavas. Let them have a Dialogue on doing what's Comfortable vs doing what is Right. It is actually one of the FEW moments where I sympathise with this serial's iteration of Kunti. She has an ADORABLE baby face which sometimes works for getting me to like her a little bit. But wise, shrewd, matriarch, strong Kunti isn't seen here, which is something I prefer. Also I cannot get over the ageism of starbharat in casting someone younger than the pandava actors to play Kunti. Like none of the women in the older gen are actually old like WTF bro.

But no, we gotta do the brotherly highfive tunnel digging sequences which gives us (mostly) ripped men covered in dirt. The two wolves inside me begin fighting at around this moment and do not stop until we get to slightly dilfy drupad and fem shikhandi.

@preyasi this is reminding me of your bheeshma video.

I wanted starbharat to do a very bold thing and show the pandavas chill and comfortable in the forest while they are uncomfortable in the palace. But ig that's too much to hope for.

NOW, coming to my favourite part: Drupad(And also why my pfp is Asshole Starbharat Drupad and not Good Dad BRC Drupad)

First of all, in my opinion, Starbharat doesn't take into account that all of the major families(Especially Panchal, Drupad was boutta make the homemade fucking kauravas with how many sons he had) in the epic are really complex joint families. Same with the yadavas, don't really show anyone except for the main 3 siblings(SATYAKI IS NOT THERE. KRISHNA'S OTHER WIVES ARE NOT THERE) and wtf was going on with rukmini being reduced to a 2d crybaby??? (I love the rukmini haran episode tho for the krishnarjun moments and it is so terrible it makes my day better with how camp it is if my day has been especially terrible)

Second of all, WHERE IS MY BOY SATYAJIT??? WHERE ARE MY TALENTED BABIES YUDHAMANYU AND UTTAMAUJAS?? WHERE ARE MY DARLING KUMARA-PANCHALYA?? WHERE ARE HIS KIDS YOU COWARD STARBHARAT?? (they are alone enough to squash the "Drupad can't have sons" thing he has going on)

Third of all, I hate what they have done to shikhandi. I do Not Like It. As the resident shikhandi obsessed person on this website(can be corroborated by many ppl who knew me b4 I started this blog) but that is again, a separate post where I rank all shikhandis across all adaptations and it's a Big Thing. anyways, back to this post.

this is why I loved workshopping and writing Drupad. Yes, he is a selfish, territorial asshole, he is awkward and cannot understand his kids despite being responsible for the messiness of his family, but he is also a deeply flawed character. my pfp is starbharat drupad because he looks exactly like I imagined him as a kid and also because looking at him every day fills me with a visceral anger what star plus did to him and my desire to make him a proper 3-dimensional character. He hate-motivates me.

But yes I love the banter between the pandavas when they sit down to eat. I just- it's one of the things this adaptation does well. Although I did NOT like the random south american fruits showing up.

OOPS- sorry for the long post

Re-watching Mahabharat (8/?)

Guess who has returned. Anyways, to refresh y'all's memories, this starts after the episode where Arjun discovers that the building is made of lac. So basically lakshagriha timeeee

NAURRR MOMMY DEAREST IS ABOUT TO EAT POISONED KHEER

Someone pls tell me if these ppl only eat kheer and sweets. pls. I hate sweets, ughhh.

LOL Kunti is about to eat poisoned kheer, and the cameraman is busy giving a sexy shot of Arjun. Priorities.

Yudi bro dropping the bomb, while Kunti gasps in surprise. Like really? Y'all are surprised? this is the same person who poisoned lil Bhima.

BBG Nakul complaining to Mommy how his pet died. uwu.

These kids really arent letting Mommy Kunti process the news, eh?

Kunti: *is confused and scared*. meanwhile Arjun: *proceeds to be sexy.*

Bhishma is also showing that smolder. Dude, your grandsons are about to die, ffs.

I see. Arjun hasn't entered his "i can't kill my relatives" phase yet.

LOL Kunti, won't it be better to have Duryodhan's crimes out in the public so that the court can literally remove him out of the line of succession or smth, instead of just asking your sons to give their right on the throne? Krishna is prolly banging his head in Dvaraka rn.

Kunti is not wrong. Dhritrashtra is really bad uncle. And in canon, he was a bad father too. He had an affair with a maid for a year because Gandhari couldn't physically intimate with him due to her pregnancy. That's how Yuyutsu was born. It wasn't a one time thing.

Is Arjun the only kid who can have heart-to-heart convos with his elders?

#seddramaticeffects

Another Krishna flashback, yayyyy

Arjun: idk what to doooo oh godddd. Le the God: here, have a flashback bestie!

If I had a coin for each time Arjun says "Mata saraswati" then I would have 3 coins, which is not too much, but well-

Arjun: i have to sacrifice myselfffff

Not the Pandavas playing passing the parcel with Kunti XDD

Y'all, he won't die. He is Arjun. He won't die till Krishna wants him to die which is never.

If I had a coin for each time Arjun says "Jyesth Bhrata jaiye-"

See what you have done Dhritrashtra. My poor Pandavas are now doing majdoori.

Kunti really wants to become tandoori kabab, doesn't she?

Everytime Gandivadhari Arjun plays, I'm reminded how he doesn't have the gandiva yet.

Bhishma: *moans sadly*

This scene with the praja of Hastinapur is both emotional and extremely funny at the same time for me.

Stop moping, Karna. You chose mitrata over humanity.

Karna is that friend who is equally into the bs the rest of the group does, but still has the gall to act as if he is disgusted.

Kripacharya(?) dropping the scroll as if it is the sindoor ki thali from Ekta Kapoor's daily soaps.

Bhishma, after finding out that the Pandavas are alive: me happy :>

Krishna going on a beach date with Rukmini AWWWWW

Okay but Drupad wasn't this huge of a POS in canon. Why is he downright cruel

Also you are so sexist, Drupad. It's YOUR chromosomes which didn't allow you to have a son.

erm...Daksh Prajapati had SONS too...BUT THE POINT IS NICE!

Poor Droupadi is already Drupad's unwanted kid, isn't she?

Bhima's personality is just eating and yelling at ppl out of anger. OH GOD.

Not Kunti crying over the food. Ma'am, the quantity is def enough for all of your sons. Also, they have eaten this type of food for 75% of their lives.

SERVE YOURSELF FOOD YOURSELF, ARJUN-

Bhima embodying "Dil to baccha hai ji"

Drou and Dhri about to be born yayyyyy

[missallsundaes]

Can I get headcannons on the types of partners the straw hats would want to date? Thank you!

Chopper is baby so I'm not including him x

Otherwise YES let’s go!!!

Luffy

If you can’t make Luffy laugh, you’re not his type. Point Blank.

Needs someone with a HUGE sense of adventure, this is the future king of the pirates we are talking about.

I headcanon Luffy as aro/ace so he is big on platonic love and loyalty above anything else. You gotta be cool with platonic dating bc you’re probably not gonna get much else from him.

Gotta love his friends as much as he does.

Can you cook? YES: Definitely his type. More food the better.

Zoro

I think he would like someone based on their merit and morale more than looks or anything like that.

A drinking partner would be nice, or at least keep him company while he drinks.

Can’t handle a crybaby. He can’t deal with it because he’s too blunt. Not that he doesn’t care just that well. He’s not the best at comforting someone who’s crying.

He’s pretty versatile, I think he would work well both with someone who is more reserved or someone with a hot temper. He is adaptable in dating situations. Though don’t be upset if he walks away from a big fight because that’s way too much to deal with.

Nami

I headcanon Nami as a lesbian but like. Not above using men for money or a free meal. Gotta do what ya gotta do to survive.

I saw a tiktok of someone in a marina yelling “I’m looking for a sugar daddy with a BOAT” and I can’t stop thinking about Nami. It’s perfect. That’s what I mean

But seriously Nami is a big dreamer who needs someone to be the wind in her sails… no pun intended.

Someone FUN. A shopping buddy or someone who likes to dress up with her for fun. Brunch dates are a must.

Can’t deal with anyone clingy, I think she’s probably afraid of real commitment, but once she falls for you she would be ride or die for you.

Usopp

I think Usopp’s love language is gift giving. He’ll bring you little trinkets, flowers, even cool rocks if he thinks you would appreciate them. Anything that reminds him of his partner makes him happy.

He needs someone who could see through his bullshit and understand if something was really upsetting him. Someone empathetic enough to ignore the little white lies and knows that he wouldn’t ever lie to hurt them.

Literally if you are his personal cheerleader he would fall for you so fast. Boy needs a support network who believes in him.

He’s attracted to other creative people! Draw with him, cuddle up and make up stories together, sing stupid little song with him in the crows nest. He’d loved it.

He’s a sucker for someone with a beautiful smile and a cute laugh.

Sanji

LISTEN this boy is girl crazy but I also think he is in denial about being a bisexual.

I headcanon Sanji as bi and trans masc. (I won’t write him trans unless asked but like that’s my fav Sanji headcanon.)

This boy is chock full of the trauma™ and needs a really supportive partner because if you’re more than a one night stand, he’d probably end up in tears talking about his past with you. Someone empathetic and understanding is a must.

Can you cook? Yes: Cook with him! He would love to have a hand from the one he loved in the kitchen.

Really flirty when he’s single, but if he gets hit ON he gets flustered and fumbles over his words and probably nosebleed-y. Easy catch after that.

Even though he’s so flirty, if he was in a serious relationship all of that energy would be devoted to his partner. Though if you were open and comfortable he’d love a relationship where you would both be like “whoa check out that girl she’s fiiiiiiine.”

Robin

Either academic types or dumbasses. No inbetween.

“You’re stupid: I like that in a Man.”

I see her as bisexual or pansexual. She wouldn’t really care about anything physical, just who you are and how you treat people.

Someone to balance her would be nice.

Needs someone who would hype her up but also be there for her if she had bad flashbacks because of PTSD from her childhood trauma.

Someone with a sense of humor to compliment her own dark humor (or at least laugh at it) would be the key to her heart.

Loves a library or cafe date. Sit quietly, have a drink, and be together quietly in each other’s presence.

Franky

He’s the friend group’s token cis straight. But he fucking loves his crew and they are all supported by this huge beautiful ally.

Acts like a himbo but then does complex engineering science in the same sentence.

Needs someone intellectual or he’d get bored.

Prefers a smaller partner (not hard with his stature, tbh) Loves to give a piggyback ride or pick his partner up bridal style.

He looks for someone loyal. He needs the tight knit relationship in his life.

Someone who would match his energy would flow well, he has so much and either needs that energy matched or calmed.

Brook

Listen, this flirt is a flirt and he knows that he’s suave.

Definitely pansexual, though he can’t derive much pleasure out of sexual interactions himself, he would be up for pleasing a partner.

Loves someone who knows their music. Sing with him, write music with him, or play an instrument and have a jam session. That’s his all time favorite date.

Wants more than a groupie in his life, though he’s afraid of falling for someone and watching them die because he outlives them. (I’m sorry for this angst in the middle of all the fluff but it KILLs ME)

Must love animals (especially whales).

Loves an extrovert. He wants to go out and DO things, and wouldn’t work well with someone who wanted to be at home all the time.

[abbatoirablaze]

Bringing Home The Gold, Chapter 4

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings:  manipulation, jealousy, mentions of smut, drugging, underage drinking (18 year olds)

He didn’t even place. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing that every time Lance saw you with Andretti it messed with him.  Every kiss and flirty glance.  How Andretti blew you a kiss before he started. Everything. 

And when Andretti won the gold in both events, Lance was livid.  The self-proclaimed god of gymnastics was forgotten by interviewers as they rushed to see Andretti and talk to him about claiming two golds consecutively for Russia. 

“I bet he bribed someone,” Lance growled angrily as he talked to some of the other Team USA teammates.  Hope tried to console him and he put a hand on her shoulder, “thanks babe…it’s sweet that you care so much.”

And of course, she preened at the compliments. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything, Jessi?” one of the guys asked.

“She won’t say anything bad about her little Russian boyfriend,” he sneered, stering the converation towards you, “would you, Jessi?  I bet you helped him.”

“How could I possibly help him, you asshole?”

“Jessi!”

You raised your brow at Hope, “What?”

“At least show a little compassion.”

“Jake and Tyler didn’t place either, and we aren’t babying them.”

Reed rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall, “I think Jessi’s right, Lance.  You’re overreacting.”

“You got the silver in the bars and bronze in the rings…”

“Yeah.  And I know that Andretti did better than me.  And so did Wei.  You didn’t do better than either of them.  Or me,” he reasoned, “the judgement call was right, so get over yourself and stop crying about it Tucker.  We still have horizontal bars and the vault in the next few days before we get a break.  We need to refocus.”

“Go fuck yourself, Reed.”

“He was being such a crybaby,” you laughed to Casey, “I mean, I get it, I guess.  Not placing sucks, but the other guys didn’t place…and they were all trying to ride his cock.”

“All of them?”

You frowned, knowing that you had just accidentally admitted that the other girls on the team were now trying to get into Lance’s pants as well. 

“Shit…Casey…I-“

“It’s fine...I guess,” she muttered, “I mean…it’s not like he’s my boyfriend anymore.”

“He’s a disgusting pig,” you said quickly, “I wouldn’t ever do that to you…you know that, right?”

“Right.”

“But I do want you to meet someone tomorrow…”

“The Russian?”

“He’s really great, Case…he-“

“Are you forgetting about destroying Lance, Jess?”

“What?” you asked, “What are you talking about?  Of course not.  We’re going to take that asshole down.  I ju-“

“It just seems like you’re so focused on this Andretti guy…”

“I think he might be the one, Case.”

“We’re eighteen, Jessi…I’m sure your ‘the one’ isn’t some Russian gymnast.”

“You thought your one was Lance.” You froze, silently slapping yourself mentally.  The words had come out way faster than you thought they would, and you didn’t have time to process them before they had slipped out, “Case…I-“

“It’s fine,” she mumbled, her voice sounding a lot more sad, “I-I gotta go.  Mom and dad want to go out and see the city more.  I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

Before you could answer, she’d hung up and you were left over the dead air. 

“She thinks I lost focus,” you admit softly to Andretti.  He frowned and wrapped his arms around you, “am I a bad friend?”

“You’re not a bad friend, moya kukla,” he said with a shake of his head, “you are focusing on the Olympics.  You pulled your third gold medal out of nowhere…I’m proud of you.”

You gave him a soft smile, “I-I followed your advice for my routine…”

“I noticed.”

“Andretti?” you asked.  He pulled away enough to look into your eyes, “she didn’t even come find me after the event…she rejected my calls…I’ve got three gold medals and I can’t even get my best friend to return my calls.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“That won’t help,” you sighed, “she thinks you’re the problem.  She thinks I won’t destroy Lance because my heart is with you.”

He bit his lip, “your heart is with me?”

“Okay…don’t laugh,” you warned as you playfully hit his chest, “I-I just feel something with you, alright?  You’re more important to me than the medals I won…”

“I feel things for you too, my little doll.”

“Is that why you told the Russian interviewer you were my boyfriend?”

He smiled, “you don’t know Russian.”

“Ivana told me,” you smiled as you bit your lip, “said that you told the interviewer that it didn’t matter who won to you, whether it was me or Ivana, because you have found your girlfriend at the Olympics, so it’s either your country or your heart that has the gold.”

“You remembered all that, huh?”

“Memory like a steel trap.”

“Well, Miss. Steel trap what do you say that we take care of you immature problem once and for all, and make your friend happy by the time the Olympics end?”

“How am I going to do that?”

“Do you trust me, moya kukla?”

Your heart raced as you knocked on the adjoining doors.  There was a silence on the other side that had been there for the better part of an hour since Lance had gotten back from the event and you were suddenly doubting whether or not he’d actually been in there.

You knocked again. 

“Fuck off, cunt!”

“I’m sorry about today.”

“I said fuck off!”

“I want to make it right, Lance…”

You swallowed, nervous at how silent the room was.  And then you heard his footsteps padding over to the door.  When he opened it, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you.  You were scantily clad in nothing but a lacey lingerie set, a bottle of cheap booze in your hand.  Lance’s brow raised at you, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happened to your Russian boy toy?”

“You were right,” you pouted, exaggerating your sigh as you looked to the gymnast.  He gave you a blank look and you turned away, cradling the bottle, “I-I’m sorry…it was stupid to bother you…I just…I thought we could drown our sorrows together.  You know…after what happened today.”

“Your little Russian soldier dump your uptight ass once he got enough golds under his belt?”

You nodded, adding a sniffle in for good measure, “Yeah…said that Ivana was more adventurous…I just…I don’t know a lot about that stuff, and it makes me nervous...if I'm being honest...I'm still a virgin.”

Lance took a few steps into your room. His eyes narrowed at you, "that other night...I heard you."

"We faked it. I was jealous that you were sleeping with another girl when I knew it should be me," you admitted. You felt his hand trace down your curves and he squeezed your ass from behind you.  You fought the urge to cringe, instead choosing to turn to face him, "L-Lance."

"Just need a bit of practice," he encouraged, "nothing to be ashamed of."

“Well, maybe…you could show me…”

Lance smirked, the smile stretching across his face as his hands trailed back up your chest. 

“Take a sip, baby,” he whispered, pulling the booze from you.  He tipped the bottle back and you let the warm amber liquid burn down your throat.  He poured a little too much for you to swallow and it rolled down your chin, between the swell of your breasts.  He was quick to lift you up, wrapping your legs around him with one hand as his tongue found the liquor, trailing back up your body until it reached your lips.  You shivered and let out a small moan.  He smiled, “you like that, baby? Like how my tongue traces those sexy little curves?”

You nodded and took the bottle from his hands, pouring some into his mouth.  He swallowed it with a groan and put the bottle on the night table.  Grabbing your hair, he pulled you towards himself in a kiss. 

You felt his erection through his tracksuit pants as he ground into you, his cock twitching against your lingerie.  Laying the two of you down his mouth quickly attacked your breasts, his tongue laving over the lace. 

“Wait!”

He looked at you, your nipple partially sucked into his mouth, “What is it?”

“I-I wanna go slow.”

He growled, rolling off of you, “I’m not here to waste my time, Jessi…if you’re gonna leave me here with blue balls by the end of the night, I’m not staying. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, you're a sexy little thing...but I'm sticking my dick in you if I stay.”

“No…no…I mean, I want to take care of you, Lance,” you purred, trying to get the two of you back on track.  He raised his brow once more and you ran your hand down his muscular chest, “let me give you a full body massage…with a happy ending…and then…maybe, if I’m a good enough girl…you’ll give me what I need.”

He took a deep breath, the smile reappearing on his lips, “and what do you need, sweetheart?”

“The god of gymnastics to fuck me so good I forget about that Russian piece of trash,” you purred, leaning in to kiss him once more.  He grinned and you straddled him, sliding your hands under his shirt to touch him.  You moaned, closing your eyes and began to pretend that he was Andretti, “you feel so good.  So strong…I wanna touch you, Lance…I wanna feel you inside of me, making me scream your name.”

“Yeah?” he asked.  You nodded sliding your hands back down his chest, dragging your nails down it. 

“Lance,” you moaned softly, grinding against him.  He grabbed your hips, his breathing getting more ragged, “Lance…let me take care of you.”

“Call me daddy,” he growled, guiding your hips along his erect length, “tell me how much better I am than that piece of garbage…”

“So much better,” you whimpered, leaning down to kiss him.  Reaching onto the table you slipped the pill into the bottle and then pulled him on top of you until it had dissolved.  When you knew you were in the clear you pulled away, tapping his chest, “you know what, sit up and unwind…let me take a shower to get the stench of him away from me…and then when I come back…I’m gonna give you everything…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you purred softly, your hand stroking his chin, “it’ll be a night you never forget, daddy.”

“Mmm,” he growled playfully, “keep making promises like that and I won’t pull out…we’ll have our very own Olympic bastard…that’ll show that fucking Russian…”

“Anything you want, Lance,” you purred, kissing his jaw.  He smiled, clearly happy with the fact that you were seemingly under his spell.  He picked up the bottle and took a large swig, “I’ll do it for you…”

“Daddy!” he corrected. 

You nodded, “sorry.  Anything you want, daddy.”

Chapter 5--The End

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @elbell20-blog

[auroracalisto]

flightless bird

requested?  yes, by @obxtotvdfcmg​

summary: the reader has been around for far much longer than the mikaelsons.  however, although she is an angel, she is missing her wings.  the mikaelsons don’t know too much.  hell, they’ve only known her for just a few years.  but when she is captured by a demon and the mikaelsons find her, the truth reveals all.

pairing: elijah x angel! female! reader

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: religious themes, angel! female! reader (i believe i only refer to the reader as having feminine pronouns twice, but please don’t hold me to that), angels and demons, not exactly biblical angels and demons, angels and demons with powers

a/n: writing things like this is so much fun.  ugh.  also... no... the title is not for that one song from the twilight soundtrack... what are you talking about?

Time seemed to stretch on longer than it ever had before, and that was saying a lot.  Being a two-thousand year old angel, you’ve spent a lot of time on Earth.  But here, right now, the scorched knife in your leg proved that time was just another messed up thing construed by your father.  Time went by faster when you weren’t counting on it—but now that you were wishing for it to be done and over, it seemed like it would never last.  

You should have never left the compound.  But you did.  You did, and now, you were sitting, tied to some iron chair with ancient runes that only angels and demons knew how to inscribe into anything.  And the demon standing in front of you made your blood run cold.  

You were a good angel.  You always did as you were told.  But when you lost your wings, that all went to Hell.  And it was all because of the demon who tore out the blade that had been in your thigh.  The heat cauterized your wound, but it wouldn’t have mattered.  You would have healed quickly.  

You clenched your jaw, staring in his direction.  “What am I doing here?”

He grinned and leaned forward, his hot breath in your face.  “You should know, you stupid guardian.  How dense are you?  Hanging around the Mikaelsons like they need your help.  Do you know how many times I’ve heard from their mother?  Crying like a little baby.”

“What do they have to do with you?  And my wings?  Why… why do you still have my wings, Kade?”

“Why would I get rid of them, angel?” he grinned, tilting his head at you.  “And they honestly don’t have anything to do with this.  It’s just fun to see you all riled up after all these years of hiding.  You really think getting away would have just made me stop searching for you?”

“They’ll find me, you know,” you said, ignoring him for the most part.  

The demon crossed his arms over his chest and he rolled his eyes.  “Right.  Because they’ll be looking for you.  They think you’re just some filthy human.”

“They think I’m a human because that’s all I allow them to see,” you quickly said, looking over at him.  “They smell human on me because you took my wings.  If I had them, I would never be able to fool them.”

“Alright, crybaby,” he breathed out, tossing his knife to the ground.  “I’ve gotta go make a couple calls,” he smacked your cheek roughly, grinning at you.  “You know, Hell and all.  Quite demanding, especially when they know I’ve been searching for you for years.”

“Go to Hell,” you glared at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Hm.  Out of all people, I thought you could do better.”

The demon, Kade, left soon after, taking what seemed to be hours.  You let your eyes close and you attempted to fall asleep.  Really, you knew that wouldn’t happen.  But squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could seemed like a better alternative than staring at everything that Kade had lined up for you.  

He kept you in the same room as the cabinet with your wings.  It made your heart wrench every time you looked at them.  How dare he do that to you?  You knew you had crossed him—but that had been a thousand years ago.  And now, you were friends with the Mikaelsons.  Of course, you only met them about five years ago.  In all of your time, you were surprised to have not met them sooner.  But you were glad you did.  

Elijah came to your mind as you sat there, wondering when Kade would be back.  He would keep you going.  You had to keep going, for him.  It’s not like this dumb demon could even kill you.  But it had been years since you saw him.  Anything could have happened between then and now.  

Kade came back in the room in the midst of your daydreaming.  His hand came down on the side of your face, immediately pulling you back to the now.  

He smirked as he looked down at you.  “You’re so pretty when you look like that, angel,” he said.  “It’s a shame that you’re gonna have to die—”

He was cut off by a loud bang and a shout from another demon outside the room.  Then there was the shouts of several people, followed by a couple demons most definitely dying.  The look on Kade’s face told you all that you needed to know.  

Kade clenched his jaw and he looked at you, staring you down for a moment.  

Before he could do much, the doors swung open.  Using his powers, Kade went from standing right in front of you to standing right beside the cabinet with your wings.  

At the doors stood Elijah, covered in demon blood.  You could smell it—it reeked of everything beastly in the world.  

You watched as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you.  You just shook your head.  “Elijah,” you spoke, tugging your wrists at the bonds that were still tied tightly around them.  “Just take care of Kade.”

Kade let out a laugh.  “You think your little Mikaelsons will do anything to save you?” 

He had a lighter in his hands.  

You looked over at him, your breath hitched in your throat.  

“I’ll burn your fucking wings and it’ll be the end of that.  No more having to watch over my fucking back.  You’ll be finished, Angel.”

“After all this time, Kade, and you still can’t make a fire with your powers?” you watched him closely, fighting back the tears that formed in your eyes.  

The demon would have attacked you.  That you knew, for sure.  But before he could even think of using the lighter to burn your wings, Elijah was in front of him, shoving him against the side of the cabinet.  He gripped at a piece of the wooden door and broke it off, the sharper piece going straight through the demon’s heart.  It would kill him.  You knew that.  But all you could think of was your wings, quite literally going crazy to get out of the cabinet.  

Where Elijah had knocked Kade into it, it knocked the wings loose.  And now, they were making their way back to you.  Elijah watched, in mild disarray, as you leaned forward, accepting the white wings as they easily attached to your shoulder blades.  It cut through the fabric of your shirt, something that you would have to worry about later.  And of course, you knew that you could use your powers to hide your wings, but Elijah didn’t know that.  However, you still couldn’t move.  The bonds around your wrists were inscripted with the same ancient runes that had been inscribed into your chair.  

Elijah wasted no time in rushing over to you, quickly untying the ropes.  He helped you to your feet, and immediately, the runes had no effect over you.  

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the vampire, burying your face in his chest.  He wanted to ask you so many questions… but he didn’t.  He just hugged you back, thankful that he had the love of his life with him once more.  

Klaus and Rebekah had come to the door, while Kol was still somewhere out in the hallway, killing another demon.  There had been so many of them.  

Rebekah froze behind Klaus, her eyes wide.  Klaus started to stare, but he came forwards instead of just standing by the doorway.  

“What the hell?” Klaus spoke, staring at your wings.  

Your cheeks burned as you pulled back from Elijah, sending a hesitant smile towards the Mikaelsons.  “He… that demon,” you pointed to the one that Elijah had killed.  “Had my wings.  Didn’t think I’d be very believable if I told you I was an angel.”

Elijah couldn’t help but laugh.  “Out of everything in this world, I do not believe being without wings would have prevented us from believing you, [Your name].”

This time, you couldn’t help your tears.  You smiled up at Elijah, relieved to be with him and to be reunited with the things that made you an angel after all these years.  Elijah leaned forward and kissed your forehead.  

“Come on.  Let’s get you home before any other… creature shows up again.”  

Elijah took ahold of your hand, looking over at Klaus and Rebekah.  “You two have to get Kol.  I’ll take her out to the car.” 

Rebekah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Not it.”

Klaus scoffed.  “Fine.  [Your name],” he looked over at you, his eyes softening.  “We are all glad you’re okay.  And… we have much to talk about when we get home.”

You just smiled, knowing that there was so much you felt comfortable telling them now that the part of you that had been missing for so long was now on your shoulders.  Hidden, of course, as you walked out into the world of human eyes, but there for you and your little group of vampires to know.