#bur whatever I enjoyed making it anyway

[secretly-a-catamount]

I don’t know if anyone wants to hear this but Annabel Blackthorn and Malcolm Fade are The Shadowhunter Chronicles’ equivalent of Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff from Wuthering Hights

[peachyynotesapp]

A Taste of Normalcy

Pairing: f!Reader x Jason Todd

Summary: Jason is a nervous little dweeb and I want him so bad it’s criminal.

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Jason’s favorite game to play during the day, the hours before he went on patrol and the minutes before he slept, was to imagine a completely different world for himself. He’d been at this endless loop of waking up at 4pm, stalking around his corner of Gotham after dark, and passing out from exhaustion at around 5am every night morning.

He’d spend the time between intense combat and following leads letting his mind drift away from Gotham, pretending he’d gone to college; taught English or History or something completely different after he got his degree. He’d imagine a life in a little town somewhere farther up north, he didn’t like the heat of Gotham summers, he thought he’d enjoy seeing the frozen lakes in Maine winters. He’d thought of a family of his own, when he felt generous he’d let himself imagine a girl, too.

It was daydreaming that gave him the smallest taste of normalcy; a hint of what could’ve been, if things were different. He hated when reality pulled him back, when he was reminded of how truly impossible that dream was. Until he met y/n, that is.

Y/n worked at a coffee shop he sat in once after a lead ran cold. He had time to kill, and the cafe was advertising a new drink he wanted to try. He paid for the drink and sat down at the table, ignoring the way the cashier stared at him like he was carrying a gun. He was, of course, but it’s not like she knew. As the girl handed the order slip to barista and whispered, Jason kept his eyes fixed out the window like he was witnessing the Second Coming of Christ. He knew he had an intimidating appearance, he didn’t want to make anyone else sweat with his eye contact right now.

He heard chatter over the soft music and the burring noise of the espresso maker, and while he tried to tune it out, it felt impossible after he heard that voice. Her voice. She laughed at whatever her coworker said and Jason felt his heart twinge. He didn’t want to look over, he didn’t want to encourage his already concerning interest in a faceless voice.

When she said his name, he swore his heart stopped in his chest. He mentally cursed himself for his pathetic swooning, knew he needed to get out of the house more if he was lonely enough to get this excited over a voice. That argument would’ve worked, too, if he didn’t catch her eyes watching him as he walked over.

No one had ever looked so equally enticing and terrifying to him before. He was ashamed of the poetry that flew through his mind as he noticed the array of freckles across her nose, the way it wrinkled slightly when she smiled at him, the light rose on her cheeks, the loose strands of hair that fell behind her neck from her messy ponytail. He vividly recalls telling his brother Dick all of this over the phone later, claiming he must’ve met a Kryptonian, or maybe an angel.

He must’ve stood there at the counter for at least a minute in silence, the way she tilted her head slightly and lifted her brow with confusion.

“Does it look okay?”

Shit.

She sounded earnest in her concern, and it made it all the worse for his growing infatuation. He shook his head too quickly, smiled too awkwardly, spoke too loudly.

“No, no— I mean, yes, it’s perfect! Good. It looks good.”

He felt his cheeks burning and his hands clamming up. He coughed as he grabbed the drink, hoping she would focus on the sound and ignore the way his hands shook. She glanced down at his hands, anyway. He swallowed and pivoted around, beelining it to the door like he was trying to run from an explosion. Which, in a metaphorical sense, he was. He froze when he heard her call his name again, and turned his head slightly, praying the ever-loving terror in his eyes at speaking to a girl twice didn’t translate. Twenty-four year old men shouldn’t sweat so much at the mere concept of talking to a girl, but yet, here he was.

Her smile in that moment felt like putting frozen peas on a swollen ankle. He needed to work on his similes.

“You forgot your receipt!”

He swallowed and shook his head, turning back to the door as he responded.

“N-No, I didn’t need-“

She clears her throat and wags the paper out at him, seemingly refusing to accept his polite decline. He smiles nervously and walks back over, grabbing the receipt (too quickly, again), mumbling a quick “thank you” before he practically runs out of the cafe. He balls the receipt in his hand and reaches towards a trash can on the street, pausing inches away from the lid at a glimpse of pink on the black and white paper. He almost rips the paper in half when he unfurls the receipt, his lips curling into a grin when he sees 10 digits and a little message scrawled onto a receipt that, he realized now, wasn’t his.

Text me if you’re feeling brave, tough guy.

- Y/n :)

He thought he was pathetic for the squeal that left his body at some messy handwriting from a pink gel pen. He straightened up and cleared his throat, forcing the Jason-Todd-Scowl (trademark pending) to return to his face, ignoring the way his heart was racing. He couldn’t help himself, though, when he got home. He sat there on the floor of his nearly-empty apartment, his phone in one hand and the receipt in the other. Panicking.

“And that’s where I’m at now. What do I do, Dick? Is it too soon to-“

He heard wheezing from the other line and he knew he’d messed up, assuming Richard “Dickhead” Grayson would be of any assistance. He bit his cheek and wished he’d called Roy instead. After a while Dick catches his breath and speaks, his amused grin impossible to miss in his voice.

“Sorry, sorry, Little Wing. I just—- I’m confused. You somehow managed to get a girl interested enough to give you her number, but you didn’t even-“

“No, I didn’t text her, Dickweed. You should’ve seen the girl! What the hell do you say to that?!”

Dick stifles a laugh and tries to maintain his composure.

“Jay, you’re a dumbass. She obviously wants you to-“

Jason could hear a distant voice on the line. A voice that sounded a lot like a certain brat he avoided telling ANYTHING to in fear of-

“Is Todd still whining about his crush? Tell him to stop being such a-“

Jason hung up the phone before Damian could whip out any more of his Shakespearean insults, he’d gotten enough of those in the past hour. He sighs and rubs his eyes, checking the time.

5:57pm.

Three hours after he left the cafe, and he still couldn’t produce the courage to send one text message. He read the note over again, typing in the phone number and throwing up one last Hail Mary before he sent a quick “Hey, it’s Jason.” He dropped his phone back onto the floor and groaned, hiding his face in his hands and berating himself for his lackluster message. He prayed it would be enough to get a response, but he was a realist, so he knew it probably wouldn’t.

It only took 2 minutes and 32 seconds for his phone to buzz.

Took you long enough, tough guy.

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Hi guys, I originally wrote this as a way to feed my horrible and disgusting addiction to Jason fluff but unfortunately I got carried away and now I think I might make this a thing (writing fanfics). I think it’s the natural trajectory for a freak like myself. Anyway!

[lillylvjy]

Sunday morning (rain is falling)

A/n- hi! Another fic?! Yes! Im on a writing kick guys! Anyways this is a dad!bur fic! My first one, it just felt right in this situation. Idrk if this fic makes sense, but I liked the way I put it together when I started writing so hopefully it makes sense!! Enjoy!!

Warnings: kissing, swearing, apron joke ( the whole apron part is based of a true story 🤭) and the duos listed in the fic are only to show similarities to each other’s relationship only! Thank you:)

Also thank you @pebblebrainlovejoy for adding onto the idea of this fic. Her idea got me inspired and made my brain stew with ideas so all credits to her!❤️

Sunday. One of the best and worst days ever. Best because Wilbur usually had the day off so you and your lovely daughter, Meadow, had him all to yourselves. Worst because it was one of the only days you and Meadow had him all to yourselves.

It was hard when all he did now was make music and tour, but you made it work. He was always on time to sing Meadow a song for her bedtime or read her a book. And you guys had a little time to yourself before bed. But you’d wake up to an empty bed and a note on the kitchen counter saying how much he loved you and Meadow and how he’s going to try to make it back for dinner. ‘Never does’ you’d think. You’re never mad at him. No! You’re happy for him and proud of how much he’s accomplished. But, it gets frustrating when he’s not there for his daughters school events. Or when’s he’s not there to have a dance or tea party with them. You’ve voiced this to him before. He says after this album he’s taking off a month or two to be with you both. That felt really good to hear.

But for now! You have Sundays. And your personal favorite, late Sunday mornings. Meadow and Wilbur are usually up late doing whatever she wants to do with him on Saturday nights, so that means you all get to sleep in. Meadow is a heavy sleeper. Don’t know where she got it because neither you or Wil are heavy sleepers. But you’re thankful for it! Doesn’t wake up until 10:30-11:00 on Sundays. Perfect.

You woke up that Sunday at 10:45 to the sound of heavy rain and thunder. ‘Perfect’ you thought with a smile on your face. You stretched and felt the arms around your waist tighten.

You turned in the persons arms to be met with Wilbur’s peaceful sleeping face. He’s perfect. His face calm and content. His hair longer than it needs to be and messy. You’ve been telling him to get it cut, but his reason is: “Love I can’t just cut it! Think about how sad Meadow will be. Think about how sad I’ll be! She won’t be able to put her butterfly clips in my hair anymore.” He’d say with a pout.

You’re run your finger over his face, tracing his beauty mark by his eye, over his lip to his jawline. He was the definition of perfection. You run your hand through his hair and kiss his forehead. You see him smile and his eyes flutter open.

“Hm good morning darling.” He said while rubbing your back. His voice deep and croaky.

You smiled back at him, rubbing his head. “Good morning, how’d you sleep?” You asked him.

“Amazing. I always sleep good when I have you by my side love.” He said, kissing your face. From your jawline to your cheek. Forehead to nose. And finally your lips. You both held the kiss for a couple seconds longer. This is what you want every morning to feel like. Blissful. Content. To wake up in his arms and just admire his beauty. That’s what you loved about mornings like these.

“Well we certainly won’t be going outside today. I’m going to get up and start making breakfast before the monster wakes up.” You said, pecking his lips one last time before getting up and putting on one of Wilbur’s sweaters. It went down to your mid thigh and covered your sleep shorts.

“She is not a monster! She is our princess and we must treat her like royalty.” He said getting up, putting on a t-shirt and wrapping his arms around your neck.

“She is so spoiled because of you, you know that right?” You asked him teasingly.

“Oh yeah. I know that. And I won’t stop.” He said smirking down at you. Lifting your chin up and kissing you. Soft and full of love. The best kiss of all. “Also you maybe want to look at your hair. It looks like a raccoons house.” He said looking at your hair.

You scoffed and smacked him in the shoulder and told him to shut up and help make breakfast. You didn’t even try to fix your hair. It was Sunday morning. Who cared!

You both decided to make waffles, eggs and bacon. You did the eggs and bacon, while Wilbur did the waffles. He was making plain, chocolate chip, and blueberry. Chocolate chip for Meadow and blueberry for you and Wilbur. The plain was for whoever wanted more. You decided on the easier and safest route, scrambled eggs.

Wilbur was wearing an apron that was gifted to him by your sister for his birthday this year. The front of it says “DILF” and underneath it states “Devoted. Involved. Loving. Father.” Yeah not the most appropriate thing to have in front of your daughter. One time we were out with a bunch of friends and we decided to take Meadow with us so she could see everyone. Her and Tommy were messing around and Tommy started to call Wilbur not so nice names in front of Meadow. Don’t worry, they were all sanitary names but still names you shouldn’t be saying in front of a 5 year old. You could tell Meadow was getting a little bit upset of the names Tommy was saying, but she couldn’t think of anything! Then, she remembered the saying on the apron. “No! Daddy’s not a retard, he’s a DILF.” She said with so much confidence.

When I tell you everyone went silent and looked at her, I mean everyone did. Tommy started bursting out laughing and everyone else followed. Wilbur’s face was so red as he hid his face in his hands. You had the biggest grin on your face. “That’s right sweetheart, he is! What does it stand for my love?” You asked as you picked her up and walked her back over towards where you and Wilbur were sitting. Wilbur looked at Meadow, waiting patiently for her reply like everyone else.

“Hmmm. Devoted… Involved…. Loving. Father!” She said happily while looking at you.

“That’s right darling!” You said giving her a kiss on her cheek. Everyone smiled at the two of you as Wilbur went around the table to the both of you and took Meadow out of your arms.

“Princess. Let’s maybe not say that in front of people other than me and mommy or grandma unless they know what that means ok?” He asked your daughter, kissing her hand.

“Mhm. Was the thing I said bad?” She said looking at Wilbur worried.

“No darling! Just DILF means two things. And the one you said barely anyone knows except me and mommy. So just be careful ok. I’m not mad at you baby. Pinky promise.” He said, putting his pinky out. Your daughter smiled and linked fingers with him.

Since then, she hasn’t said anything about it unless it’s with you and Wilbur. He loves it. Loves how she remembered what it means and knows what it means. Lets him know that she knows he loves her with his whole heart.

Wilbur walks into the living room and opens his backpack. He grabs his speaker and connects his phone to it. He puts on a random playlist and the first song to play is ‘Sunday Morning’ by Maroon 5. You recognize the song by the first couple seconds. It was your sisters favorite song when you were going to high school together and you drove to school together. You barely knew the songs but the catchy tune was hard to forget when you have amazing memories with it.

While you were making sure the eggs were done, Wilbur pulls you away from the eggs and spins you around to look at him. “Wil no! The foods going to burn!” You whined looking at the food.

Wilbur turned your head back to look at him. “Can’t I dance with my love?” He asked you with a shit-eating grin on his face. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck and you step on his feet.

“You’re leading. Like always.” You said looking into his eyes. This is nothing new. You do this anytime you can. 2 am on a Thursday when Wilbur is up writing music. Or 9 pm when Meadow is getting ready for bed and you guys have a couple minutes by yourselves.

As the music plays, Wilbur tries humming to it but fails to the fact of not knowing the lyrics at all. You smile up at him and laugh. You wish you could stay here. Here in this moment forever. This moment filled with longing, loving, and happiness.

Wilbur furrows his eyebrows and giggles. “What’s so funny huh?” He asked you.

You smiled and shook your head. “Nothing. I just love you. A lot.” You sigh. “I wish you were home more, we miss you a lot during the week. Sometimes I need you for help on her homework. I forgot half the shit they teach in school. You also miss a lot of fun dance parties. And family cuddles. The list goes on and on. Not trying to make you feel jealous or guilty. Just telling you all the things you could be having Wil.” You said, looking at him with a weak smile on your face.

He sighed and rest forehead on yours. “Two more weeks love. Then I’m done. I promise. Then you’ll have me for as long as you want. I have two and a half months off to be here with you and Meadow. We’ll do everything we can in that time. Go to America and visit your parents and sister? Sure why not! Go to France and see the Eiffel tower again but this time with Meadow and tell her all the stories? My dying wish. I want to do everything with my two girls. But wait just a little longer, darling. It’ll be worth it.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled up at him and kissed him. The kiss was slow and passionate. The song was slowly ending in the background and a new song quickly came on. ‘Put your records on’ by Corinne Bailey Rae started playing as you both pulled away.

“One. Ew. Why in the middle of the kitchen too?! That’s just gross! And two! Where’s my dance daddy?!” You both turned to look at Meadow. Her bed head everywhere, her curls tangled with each others and made knots that’d be impossible to get out. ‘Hm. Reminds me of someone.’ You thought and looked at Wilbur’s hair who had the same situation going for him.

Wilbur let go of you and let you go save the food that surprisingly wasn’t burnt. He went over to Meadow, grabbed her from under her arms and twirled her around while placing her into his hip. He kissed her cheek a million times and tickled her stomach. They were both laughing and giggling with happiness. You turned around and smiled at the scene. He’s so good with her. Well you knew from the first day you found out you were pregnant, you knew he was going to be an amazing father. But this is different. They’re partners- in-crime. Batman and Robin. April and Ron. Jim and Pam. You can’t separate them. They compliment each other. They love each other. And you wouldn’t think about separating them in a million years.

“You want to dance then?” He asked her with a smile on his face.

“Yes! I want to dance with daddy!” He smiles and lets her hold onto his fingers. She smiles that bright big smile of hers as Wilbur starts singing the song. You’re just smiling at the scene in front of you. Not worried about the food or anything else. It was just the three of you.

“Mommy! Come on!” Meadow giggles at you, grabbing your attention.

You see Wilbur’s free arm opened up and his hand waves you to go over there. Meadows hand does the same.

“I’m coming my loves.” You said cleaning your hands.

You walked over to them both and wrap your arm around Wilbur’s waist and hold onto Meadow’s hand as Wilbur sways you three back and forth.

This. This is perfect.

This is home.

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[tlouxobsessed]

College Affairs

why hello there, this is my official story on here; this is going to be a longish story. I had posted previously what it shall be about (for the most part) I'm also going to do a quick Q/A about me; my stories and my other socials. ALSO!!! I am completely new to this app, I have no idea how to use Tumblr or make it aesthetic. I have seen a few amazing profiles and wonder how they get it so nicely. So please bear with me if my story setups are shit. I take requests, my dm's are always open for messaging on how to be better and or write better. The actual story itself is going to start further down on this page. I'm not very sure how many chapters exactly it'd have but we will see y'know? Anyways back to the Q/A

My name is Maddie; I enjoy writing stuff like this. I have a wattpad, instagram and tiktok account for tlou fan stuff. I don't post much on Instagram nor tiktok but it is more for promotional purposes. I have my wattpad linked at all times in all my bios. @tlouxobsessed

I have an amazing girlfriend who also writes. Her @ on Wattpad AND Tumblr is @iluvtlou; she's an amazing writer and we both write pretty hot smut on there.

ANYWAYS!!! with that being said here is the story. For those of you who do not know what this story will be about; scroll on my page and you should find the small description :) Please don't forget to like this story and follow me :) as I said my dm's are always open 24 hours a day, I hope you all are having a great day/night! enjoy my loves :3

The beginning of this story will be mostly in Y/N's point of view. There will contain SMUT! smoking, drinking, sexual content; assault, swearing, aggression. There will also probably be LOTS OF SMUT/KINK TALK!!!

enjoy you freaks ;)

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CHAPTER I

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I was seven years old when my mother passed away, I was nine when my grandfather went into a coma; four months later my father had chosen to take the only man who ever cared for him, off of life support. When I was twelve my cat ran away, I found him beaten to death presumably by the neighborhood kids. Soon after my fourteenth birthday my grandmother had gotten hit by a car trying to pick up my younger brother from school. I was pretty used to the overgrowing grief in my life; none of my friends ever stayed, my family members died left and right, my pets my little crushes never liked me back. My life felt like the universe hated me. That was until my first year of high school, It had been a few months since my grandmother passed. I was living with my dad, brother and old sister.

We had two pets, a dog and a cat. Every now and then when I'd stare at Miley for long enough, I thought about Robin; god I felt so bad when I found her, her once grey fur was caked with dried blood. Her big green eyes stared at me begging for me to help her or at least take her out of her misery. I laid there holding her decaying body for hours, I sobbed into the crevasse of her neck. I went home later that day after burring her in the woods behind our home. I walked into my house covered in dried blood, in my hands was a ball of once fluffy grey cat hair. I sobbed, running into my older sisters arms.

"Y/N? what happened? baby look at me" I just resting my head on her shoulder sobbing, gripping the back of her white tank with my blood crusted hands. I'd think about that day when I'd stare into Miley's bright blue eyes, she was a white and brown cat. God she's a sweetheart, Robin was monstrous. She tore up whatever she could, she'd piss in your shoes if she didn't like you. One time Mackenna brought over a guy, slept with him but when he went to leave his shoes were both filled to the brim with piss, cat litter and a small toy that would squeak a "MEOW" when pressed on. I couldn’t stop laughing when my sister had told me about it. She cursed me, pushing me off of her bed. I landed on my back hitting the side of her dresser with my right palm while cracking up once again.

See my life wasn’t all that bad? Middle school wasn’t horrible. I made some friends that actually stayed. Lila, Katie and Richard. I loved them to death. I met Lila the first three months into ninth grade.

~flashback~

I walked into second period, we were about three months into school, I was exhausted from the night before. I studied my ass off for Mr.Brown's class. I was not prepared for that test but I had no choice. I had always gotten good grades until I started realizing I had feelings for some for the girls around me. I couldn't focus anymore; I felt wrong and gross with myself for looking at Madelyn Calvins like that or Jessi Smoldminor. I felt weird feelings when Jessi would come around but I tried brushing them off. I didn't have any friends after I came out to Jessi. She told everybody that I was a "fucking weird homo that you should stay away from." I spent the ride home on my bus that day sobbing, I screamed at myself when I got home that night.

"PLEASE JUST BE NORMAL!!" this all ended soon after I watched videos on youtube, realizing Jessi was probably just closeted. A mean internalized homophobic girl.

Anyways, I walked in sitting down by myself perusual, I didn't realize I wasn't alone until I felt a tap on my shoulder. A few weeks had gone by since the incident so I brushed it off as some person trying to bother me. "hey" I glanced over at the girl. She was probably 5'3, blonde hair and blue eyes. She had huge tits for a fourteen-fifteen year old. "hi" I said back questioning why this pretty girl was talking to me. I prepared myself for the worst until she just asked "do you have a pencil?"

four years later and we're the best of friends. When Brody Hunters broke up with her to go date Olivia Leone, she was devastated and I was by her side. When Jordan Micheals cheated on me I sobbed into her arms while she concealed me. We were inseparable. She never judged me for liking girls; even when I liked the most VULGAR girls.

I met Katie in tenth grade, she was in our gym class. She soon became our friend, we were known as THE trio at school. By tenth grade Katie had come out to us as Bisexual, obviously we supported her. Around this time I was already openly gay at school so I was usually told first when people were questioning. I had always gotten the “how did u know u were gay?” texts from girls I had never really spoken to. Or even the “I’m gay 4 u” comments on my posts. I always cringed but went along with it because I adored attention.

We met Richard because Lila and him started going out, they met at some fair in the Summer of late tenth grade. Ever since it has been the four of us. We graduated high school last week. I never thought I was going to make it but my friends really did help me. Before anybody asks, yes Katie and I DID have a small thing that went on but we both decided it was better off as friends.

We all got into the same College, University of Seattle. I was excited and so was Katie, her and I had become even closer since Richard and Lila. I suspected Katie was catching feelings for me again but I was NOT about to ruin our friendship again.

I walked over to my bedroom mirror staring into it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I've grown a lot since freshman year, I used to be 5'4, long light brown hair, blue eyes and small breasts. The girl that stared back at me was nothing like that. She was 5'6, medium length dark brown hair from being dyed so many times. Bright blue eyes, long eyelashes and plump lips. Double D's and a solid ass. I didn't realize how much I had progressed. I threw on a white tank top, some blue jeans and a hoodie. I slipped on my converse and grabbed my phone taking a quick pic of my room before heading out. Today was the last day of being at my house, I live a few hours away from my new school. Katie was on her way, I was shitting bricks. I was hoping to room with Katie but we got placed on different floors.

katieee my lovey - hi baeee i'm almost there 'kay? i wanna stop at panera after we get richie and lil

I adore Katie, I really do. She is a sweetheart, we did way too much together to ever truly be considered just friends but I saw her as a best friend just as much as a fuck buddy.

y/n - hiiii kk sounds good txt me when ur here i have smmmm shit to bring to ur car. gnna make mack and shawn help me ;(

katieee my lovey - okay my love ill come in and help too love u almost there xoxo

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I ran downstairs towards the kitchen grabbing out a juice box pushing the straw into it and sucking out the liquid. I sighed at the orangish liquid coming through the clear straw just as I heard somebody coming in.

"heyy mama" Katie said walking towards me placing a sloppy kiss onto my left cheek. "hi babe, ready?" I asked gesturing towards my stairs.

Katie and Mack helped me carry out my items while Shawn sat on the couch watching his cartoons. I rolled my eyes at his laziness while we strained our backs carrying the heavy boxes into Katie's car.

"i'm really nervous Katie" I said to her once we were in the car alone. I wish I was still eleven laying in Mack's bed while we snuggled and watched movies talking about her new boy crush on the week. I must've dozed off because when I opened my eyes we were at Panera, Richard and Lila in the back seat swapping spit as Katie pulled into the parking lot.

"we're here you fucking love birds, yuck you're making me loose my appetite!!" Katie snarled. I laughed unbuckling myself heading into the building. I knew Katie's older sister Dina, went to Seattle university but that was the only upper class man I had knew. I was nervous trying to get down as much of my BLT as I could.

Once back on the road, I heard the two in the back once again swapping spit, their mouths smacking until finally I turned around.

"guy's SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled, the two looked at me laughing then turned back to eating one another's faces.

"you ok babe?" Katie asked.

"I dunno I just feel really off, I'm nervous ya'know?"

"you need to get laid" I couldn't help but laugh at Katie's stupid comment. She looked at me smirking, no no no no. I was not going to do that again. I turned my head quickly looking out the window. I could feel the head spreading between my legs when I recalled that night. We were thirty minutes away now, I'm sure a little reminiscing wouldn't hurt anybody....right?

~flashback~

I was distraught. The text message I had just gotten from my girlfriend of over a year and a half. The "i'm so sorry my baby please- i didnt mean to she just was there i was drunk!" I broke up with her right away running to Katie's house.

She opened up the doors, I ran in collapsing into her arms. "oh my- baby what happened c'mere." Katie scooped me up placing her on her bed, I sobbed loudly until Dina and some girl walked by the slightly ajar door. The girl with her had auburn hair, green eyes and was around 5'5. She was pretty, her freckles sprouted out, her green sweatshirt and dark brown pants snug nicely on her body. I was attracted immediately but too sad to talk to her. Around this time my body was growing, my breasts were now a solid C, my ass was fatter and my make up skills were getting better.

I glanced away from the door looking into the Katie's eyes, I couldn't help what I did anymore. I was sad and needed somebodies love. I pushed my lips against hers. I was the one facing towards the door so I was able to see through the small crack, the auburn haired girl watched for a few minutes as my hands rose up the back of Katie's shirt, unclipping her bra and cupping one of her breasts while continuing to kiss her. I saw her finally walk away then shutting my eyes so I'd be back into the moment with Katie.

Normally I would've gone to Lila to sob but Richard was over so they'd defiantly be busy. My hand lowered down Katie's pants rubbing her clit-

"we're here!!" I glanced over at Katie who had her hand on my thigh, I was soaked at this point and I needed her. The last time we had hooked up was a few months prior. Katie hadn't ever been with someone until after we first ever fucked, then she dated some girl but that didn't last long.

We all carried what we could to the front desk, I looked around seeing tons of newly adults crying while hugging their parents goodbye. My dad was at work today, he said he'd come down tomorrow and help me upack, but meanwhile I knew Dina,Katie, Richard and Lila would help.

"Hi name please" the woman said at the front desk, she was wearing a tight black blouse and a purple skirt.

"y/n" I said watching as she aggressively typed into the computer, the keys clacking gave me a sense of relief. It had reminded me of when my mother would be typing on her computer while I sat with Mackenna eating our grilled cheeses.

"Here you go hun! room 3476...." she handed me the keys, I heard her say something to Katie but I walked a few feet away analyzing the keys. I saw a girl walk up to me meanwhile my head still being down.

"AHH MY BABY!!!" I looked up just as the black haired girl wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. I realized it was Dina, all my tension left. I felt so much better knowing she was going to be here, behind her stood a 6'2 Asian guy and the auburn haired girl. I hadn't seen her in years.

Her hair was shorter, her green eyes more vibrant and her freckles more prominent. She smiled at me putting her hand behind her head, scratching the back of her neck.

"how have you been my love??" Dina asked pulling the man behind her closer up so she could introduce him.

"I've been okay! you? anddd who is this?" I asked smirking.

"I've been great thank you lovey! this is Jesse my boyfriend" she said back raised her eyebrows. I laughed pushing her shoulder just as Katie walked up next to me. She leaned her head on my shoulder, I felt her warm breath hitting my neck. Chills went down my spine, I could feel my thighs getting warm again.

"Oh hey Ellie" Katie said looking at the auburn haired girl. SHIT! that's her name I literally could not remember. "hey katie" she said glancing down at her feet shuffling them around.

"anyways babe I got room 2489, so not THAT far but far enough hah" Katie laughed while dragging me along.

"wait what's your room?" Ellie asked referring to me. I looked at her struggling to make eye contact..."oh uh 3476..."

"no way...that's my room...c'mon I'll show you to it" I followed the girl up to the elevator as Katie and the rest followed. I was assuming Richard and Lila would stay back so they could have a quickie.

"It's just right this way, they told me I was getting a roommate but I thought it was jus' gunna be some random senior" I nodded, Ellie glanced back at me raising an eyebrow at my quiet reply.

She opened the door which had revealed a medium sized room. One of the sides was completely empty aside from a dark oak bedroom set with a small side table. There was a twin sized mattress which I was assumed to be mine.

I placed my box onto the bed taking out my light grey sheets and dark grey comforter, I began placing it onto my bed just as Katie ran over stopping me...

"I got it baby, you just unpack the rest of your shit, 'kay?"

I started unpacking the other tow boxes I had brought in, Jesse and Dina pulled Ellie aside telling her something. i could hear the aggressive whispering as the two left the room. Leaving it to be Katie, Ellie and I. God I'm so uncomfortable.

The room had a small island counter with a stove, a microwave above that; a sink, and a medium sized refrigerator. A door was shut which I was assuming was a bathroom.

Katie had finished making the bed for me, she walked over to me hugging me, "I'm gonna go start unpacking my shit, here is my spare key for when you go get the rest of your stuff. Let's get dinner later, I'll text you around six. Love you" She said to me kissing my cheek.

She waved Ellie a goodbye, walking out the door slamming it shut. Oh shit she was mad mad.

"okay I have to know.....are you guys dating orrrr"

I looked over at Ellie dropping my beaver stuffed animal onto the bed, turning around to face the girl. "no." Was all I said. I didn't feel like explaining but I knew I'd have to eventually. "okay...uh well I gotta go to my girlfriend's so see ya after?"

Aw shit. she had a girlfriend.

I nodded turning back to what I was doing, I had lots to unpack.

an hour later

"fuck man" I said harshly breathing out as I threw my last box onto the floor. I opened it up taking out my last few pairs of jeans placing them into the bins under my bed. I walked over to the drawers on my side of the room opening them hoping for some empty space.

I looked down seeing a large light pink strap-on. I was just about done. I closed the drawers gagging. I quickly pulled out my phone snapping a picture.

"MY BABIESSS"

y/n - why is my roommate a strap-on lesbo.

*one attachment*

lila baby - LMAOAOAOOA BROOOO

katieee my lovey - IM CRYING NOOOOO

richard (dick) - no way GROSS

I laughed turning my phone off. This was going to be hard.

Quite 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

Part 2

[yuukei-yikes]

your kenjirou fanfic made me curious... what are your hcs for haruka's dad?

TY FOR READING IT :D erm erm let me link the fanfic again. maybe i can tempt someone to read it. i wrote a little about haruka's dad in there😳 bur also bc i will be talking abt it in this post heh

SURPRISINGLY i dont have a super concrete headcanon for haruka's dad? i see the consensus is that He Sucks and He's Awful and another hc ive seen a lot is he HATES takane because SHE MAKES HARUKA WANNA LIVE😩😩😩... which is kinda funny to me.

i dont think mr kokonose hates takane. i dont think he knows she exists! i think he spent so little time with haruka and even less time actually chatting with him he would've never met takane or even heard about her a lot. he probably knows haruka has one classmate and has probably heard her name but i doubt he'd care to remember it. another thing abt haruka's dad hating takane bc She Makes Him Wanna Live.. i dont think he'd KNOW about haruka's pain and how much he wants to live. he never spent time with haruka or talked with him to know him so personally, especially since haruka was in denial and doesn't even admit to himself he's desperate to live until he's in his last months of life.

about the general idea haruka's dad is an asshole. well... ITS PRETTY MUCH IN TEXT. haruka describes him as an offbeat guy who plays life straight and narrow and never jokes around. also the kind of person who can tell a 10 year old boy who just lost his mom "Hey ur also gonna die in a few years" lol. so yeah probably not the Best guy around

haruka's "whatever" attitude (ive talked abt this in another post i know sorry im repeating) i think comes a lot from his dad?? like since his dad acts Whatever about everything + his illness especially, haruka also learned to be like that. it's pretty much the only reference he has and the only coping tool he can find. so haruka represses his feelings and feels like he has no right to say them out loud. for example when he realises he's in love with takane. he says "i feel i have no right to say it". that has something to do with haruka being conditioned to believe nothing he feels or does matters, because he's just gonna die soon anyway.

it's also said mr kokonose became Weird once haruka's mother passed. i was never a fan of this detail because... hm... scientist dad becomes cold and distant after mother passes away because he just loved her So Much........ why does that sound familiar?

jin i respect u for writing men so deeply in love with their wives but there's too much repetition there with the tateyama parents. like girl.... personally, I'd rather imagine haruka's dad like he's Always been a weird distant guy. in fact not only that but i headcanon his mother was like this as well. i think it's easy to hc the mom to be as cheerful and nice as haruka since we know exactly nothing about her personality, but idk why i enjoy the hc where both of haruka's parents were kind of cold and not very affectionate people in the first place. and when the mom passes, haruka's dad kinda goes No Contact. it just adds to haruka being so desperate for any kind of connection with people LOL like my guy doesn't even THINK of his dad when he's dying

these are one of haruka's dying thoughts 😭😭😭 like HE JUST. DJFDKFKRKFK SORRY ITS A LITTLE FUNNY HE MENTIONS KENJIROU AND NOT HIS DAD‼️‼️‼️ dont get me started on kenjirou and haruka's father/son relationship (will get started)

ok haruka's dad works at research labs. in the fanfic i wrote i also made it to be like. he researches diseases and vaccines and shit. i think he'd do that kinda job. and i think it's very much motivated by his family. and since he did that kinda job he knew how hopeless haruka was, especially after the passing of the mom. mr kokonose being like welp. might as well crush his hopes before they even exist👍 like maybe he feels like he's doing some good by preparing haruka for the truth lol ...and maybe haruka's dad technique is like erm. i was already sad my wife died so ill keep distance from haruka so i dont get sad again 👍 so its rather a selfish move on his part to tell that to haruka. like i dont wanna dad u anymore this shit sucks

like i said i dont have a concrete hc i honestly do kinda enjoy the idea of haruka's dad just not giving a fuck about him LMAOOO BUT for the sake of answering, the way i wrote it in the fanfic was different.

the fanfic is about kenjirou. so when i wrote abt harukas dad it was more about kenjirou and haruka's bond than about haruka and his dad. like since earlier in the fanfic kenjirou has that convo with haruka and takane where haruka realises he's trying to admit his role in their deaths and haruka kinda asks him like. PLEASE JUST LIE LIKE I DONT WANNA KNOW. and kenjirou isnt even able to lie for their sake. it really broke haruka's heart and ruins his (and takane's) image of kenjirou. so when i wrote the bit abt haruka's dad later on, i wanted it to be more about... kenjirou knowing just how much of a bad dad mr kokonose is, particularly because kenjirou played a father figure for haruka in the past. yet he fails him so so badly. not only that but kenjirou is so focused/depressed about kano refusing to speak to him at the moment. so when he finds out mr kokonose is Apparently managing a bond with haruka, kenjirou is like AUUGGGGHH because this OTHER dad he once considered a bad dad is doing better than him. kenjirou fucked up his bond with haruka AND kano. thats kinda what i was trying to do there, idk if i did it succesfully LOL i also think he and kenjirou should be old man yaoi together bc it'd be funny. anyways moving on

yeah i think haruka and his dad would be in each others lives post str. i also think it'd be DEEPLY awkward for both of them its definitely NOT the father/son bonding of all time. lol. they see each other not super often and when they do it's not that cool. since its mentioned haruka's dad plays life Straight and Narrow he isn't super excited abt haruka's poor excuses about where he's been, why is he not dead/dying anymore and WHAT DO YOU MEAN ur drawing for a living WHAT DOES THAT MEAN‼️‼️‼️ so haruka probably. doesn't visit a lot❤️ but maybe haruka gifts him a painting and despite his dad doesnt understand how the hell haruka's paying rent he still puts the painting up. and haruka sees the painting is on the wall next time he visits and while neither says anything, haruka's thankful for the acknowledgment and his dad likes the painting and appreciates the gift. i think that's as tender as they can get lol.

erm erm haruka's dad doesn't know how to deal with this unexpected turn of events like. his dead kid just suddenly showed up again. whats a cringe old man to do?

in the fanfic i also wrote it like he kinda thought takane was cool bc she had a more stable job than haruka LMAOOOO that was sorta just a callout to what i talked abt earlier, since a popular hc says mr kokonose would dislike takane. so i was like you know what. lets make it he likes her better than haruka (<- my insane need to make everyone love takane)

quick takane mention please let me mention takane. i think haruka would refuse to bring takane to meet his dad bc seeing his dad is just so. emotionally draining and doesn't want her to sit through that and he's also probably like. passive aggressive a lot and haruka knows takane would kill the guy. sooo yeah. eventually theyd obviously meet and it is as painful as one can imagine bc mr kokonose probably googled what to say and is treating meeting your son's girlfriend like its a job interview. haruka and takane walk out of there in Shock. but yeah he likes her in his own weird way

conclusion: i wrote abt it mostly because of kenjirou. i agree haruka's dad is probably a dickhead but he could be a funny one too👍

[greyling-writes]

Whumptober Day 3: Set Up For Failure

fingerprints | wrongfully arrested | "I warned you"

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Notes:

Hello! I'm so excited for this particular plot, it was fun to write! This is a part one! Part two comes tomorrow. Enjoy! <3

“You really don’t wanna fight me, kid,” the man said, a dark grin on his face. He hopped from leg to leg lightly. 

Naruto stared at him quizzically, tensing slightly. 

He had gotten separated from his team. Kakashi-sensei had gone off with the leader, luckily. He was probably the most dangerous. Sasuke and Saura were together, so they should be safe. That bastard better keep her safe, anyway. But Naruto was left to handle what had to be the biggest guy in the group. 

And he was big. Almost double Naruto’s height and certainly double his girth. He seemed to have a lot of chakra, but chakra detection and sensitivity wasn’t really Naruto’s strong suit.

You don’t even have to win. He thought to himself as he took a breath. You just have to hold him off long enough for Kakashi-sensei to get back. He concentrated on his chakra flow. It was fast, strong, flowing through him almost unable to be controlled, but he reigned some of it to focus it to a point. 

“Really,” the man said from across the trees, “the bravado is impressive, if not obnoxious, but you don’t wanna die here, I’m sure. And  don’t want to be a killer.” 

Yeah right. 

The band of ninja had snuck into someone important - a feudal lord -’s home, and killed him while he slept. Naruto didn’t know the details, but from the way Kakashi-sensei spoke about it, he knew. He didn’t want to know. 

But what he did understand was that these ninja were murderers. “I don’t want to be a killer.” This man’s hands were bloodied already. 

The ninja chuckled, “Your face…Oh if looks could kill.” He rolled his shoulders back, “I warned you.” 

He’s coming. 

The man’s hands were a bur of signs before he exclaimed, “Earth style: Grounding Wave!” 

Naruto jumped back, if only to maybe escape the radius of the attack, whatever it was. He put his own hands together to form the only sign he really needed. Copies of himself sprung out of him in a puff of smoke. 

Upon landing, the clones jumped forward to attach the enemy ninja in a flurry of punches, only for the ground beneath them to ripple as if it were liquid. “Woah!” the clones yelped as the ground lifted to form large waves, folding in on itself and collapsing, burying them beneath the dirt. They were gone before they could blink. 

Oh shit. 

“Now that you’ve seen my abilities,” the man stepped out from behind the warped dirt, “You really want to keep this up?” 

Get off the ground. Naruto wasn’t the sharpest noodle in the ramen bowl, but even he knew that staying on the ground for an earth style user’s techniques as an idiot move. He jumped onto a branch, focusing the chakra on his feet to make sure he’d stick. Kakashi-sensei would be proud. 

As if I could run away. The second he turned, he’d probably be killed. 

A hand appeared on his back. What? 

“Lightning style: Lightning’s Breath.” 

A jolt in his heart seemed to slam it against his ribcage, the burning tendrils of energy stabbing through his limbs, bouncing off of his skin, stabbing, stabbing, slicing his insides and rebounding back to his heart again. His jaw locked, his body jerking into spasms that only sent the spikes of pain further into his body. He fell to the ground, the impact seeming to shatter his skull into a million pieces, all of them stabbing his brain. The world blurred into an amalgamation of browns, greens, and reds.

“I’m letting you off easy, alright?” Naruto rasped in a shaky breath, shivers and tremors racking his entire frame. “I understand idiots like you aren’t the smartest, the strongest, or, well…” He chuckled. “Even really good at anything.” 

The shocks slowed to mini jolts, a numbness spreading from their touch. He took in another breath. He couldn’t feel his lungs. A blur of movement entered his vision, dark and-

“Lucky for you, I have a use for you. So you’re not dead yet.” 

Naruto’s head was filled with cotton and lead. Dead. He wasn’t dead yet. 

He..talks a lot. 

His ears rang in a tinny sound. Waves of spots filled his vision. The trees. They were green and brown and-

“-sure as hell ain’t gonna be me. Besides, didn’t I say it-”

Move. He had to move. But his body was nothing more than fluff. His fingers tingled with residual energy, but they didn’t respond to his efforts. 

“-have fun with that, huh?” A bark of a laugh, “You won’t be getting up for a while.”

Just keep breathing. His lungs seemed to insist on remaining deflated, each inhale quickly extinguished.

“Hope you don’t make it out, you know…It’d really suck if I ever had to see you again.” 

Then he was gone. 

~~~~~ 

Stay awake. 

The air was cool. Breath after breath brought more agony, his lungs stretching past their limit to try to supply his desperate body with oxygen, and yet each breath seemed shorter than the last. 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

He wouldn’t die here. He refused to die here. 

Someone would come, right? Eventually, someone would come?

Kakashi-sensei, Sakura, Sasuke even. Anyone. 

He groaned, just to see if he could. It came out, quiet, completely wiping his energy and rendering him breathless again. 

Just keep breathing. 

What if the wrong person came and finished the job? One of the man’s allies? 

Were Sasuke and Sakura okay? He couldn’t hear anything other than the roaring in his ears of his own blood. At least it was still flowing. 

A rustling behind him, barely audible. Someone’s here. Was it another member of Team 7? An enemy? 

“-ey!” A voice. It seemed young. Not like an adult, with killing intent. Right? 

“Hey!” it called again. Closer now. 

A thud, right by his ear. “Hey!” Hands on his body. “Naruto! Can you hear me?” 

Sakura.

“S…” He tried, but he descended into coughs, each seeming to stab him anew. 

“N-No, don’t speak, alright? Just…” Some rustling, a breath. “Don’t say anything.” 

Yes ma’am.

He was safe. He was safe. She was safe. He wasn’t going to die, and they could all go home once this was over. 

Hands on his body slid him forward, each movement feeling like a new slice into his flesh, but he locked his jaw. He wouldn’t complain, not when it was Sakura, not when she was here to help him, save him. Not when she was alive and safe and here. 

Maybe after this…she’ll let me take her on a date.

She flipped him on his back, the impact winding him again. He pulled in a wheeze, peeling his eyes open again to gaze at the blur of pink in front of him. 

“Can you move?” She asked, something urgent in her voice. 

He tried to lift his head, move an arm, anything. His finger might’ve twitched, but an ocean of sand filled his body where his bones used to be. He couldn’t feel anything at all. 

“I see…” A pause, “I’ll just have to carry you, then.” 

Her hands trembled as they gently landed on his shoulders. “You’re going to be okay. Right?” She cleared her throat, “Okay?” 

Yeah. 

The world was hazy. Every blink seemed to drain more of his energy as he gazed at the trees, all of their greens and browns blurring into one big blob. 

“S…Sa-” 

The blob faded to black. 

~~~~

“-ou can’t have him!”

Hands, touching his body, his arms, his..neck? What? 

“-aruto! Wake up! Please-” 

Someone’s…crying.

“Naruto!”

His name. 

The pressure around his neck increased. 

His body, his arms, his head-

Hurts.

Bright light and bleary eyes and a blurry world. A pink blob on the floor. Pink.

Sakura.

“Naruto!”

The urgency in her voice sent a pang of panic thorugh his chest, and he pulled his eyes open. Sakura. His eyes were slow to focus on her folded form, on the ground. Ground? 

Weren’t they just in the trees? 

Her eyes found his and a tear rolled down her cheek as she let out a breath, “Nar-”

“I said shut up, you kunoichi brat!” A hand descended to smack her face, whipping it out of Naruto’s vision. Her entire body jerked at the motion and she fell to the ground, still. 

S- “Sakura!” tore out of his throat. It hurt. The hands around his body tightened, but it didn’t matter. Someone had hurt her. Someone hit Sakura and all he did was watch. 

He whipped his head around, everything snapping into clarity. Ninja. At least five of them, maybe more. He couldn’t see because when he went to look, the hand around his neck squeezed, choking him into stillness. He looked straight again, eyes landing on the man that stood over Sakura’s body, his hand red with…

Blood.

“Sakur-”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man behind him growled, shaking him. Naruto rasped a breath, his head filling with clouds and fluff. But she still wasn’t moving. 

Please…

“S…aku…ra.”

What the hell is happening? 

“If I have to tell you again, you fucking brat,” the man behind him said into his ear, “I’ll kill you right here and now, and tell them you died in conflict.” 

Them?

Sakura’s head slowly lifted, her eyes blurred, face streaked with blood. A handprint left faint fingerprints of red on her cheek.

Another ninja stepped before him, a slight grin on his face. The man with his hand around Naruto’s throat pulled him up off the floor ever so slightly, forcing him to look directly at the person in front of him. 

Naruto Uzumaki, you are under arrest for the murder of Lord Anzu.”

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[asahicore]

Hello um im SO sorry that this will be long but please eodhk its been a whole night and i cant stop thinking about your work moonlight . Every time i hear someone say "baby" my mind zoooms back to your work. Gosh..to have baby as your nickname [head in my hands] but yohr writing was soooo incredible like each and every scene was packed with flavour and fun and not once did the writing stray or feel like a filler ahh i would love to eat moonlight <3. Also i have never seen the movie because my parents never let me as a kid so i dove into the au really excited and NOW I WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE SOK BADD. But i'd lije to share certain thoughts as scenes i love. First of all...baby's whole personality (she's MY baby shes my sweet meow i love her) and every description of sunghoon made me feel soo many things but that scene where baby's in the staff area and he motions her closer (phew i get you baby i get it) and the part where she presses closer so she can lean far back and trust him to not let go is SO important because its got gorge visuals, they already trust each other (somewhat) and foreshadowingkedjk. Jake my sweet baby he was soo silly and goofy throughout. Im really glad chaewon was safe and it was so natural of her to be hostile to baby at first ah but HEESUNG?? GOD I DISLIKED HIM SO MUCH HE WAS A FREAK!! Especially the way his personality switched (but the scene where sunghoon jumps over the banister to punch him..crowd cheering) but he was such a hypcrite that heesung boy..he aint right. And also i really hate myself for being somewhat attracted to jay even though he was written to be a real sly mean person but what if red is my fav colour? 🤨 that stupid joke of his the what makes me diff from all the boys at yale..why was i laughing and twirling my hair MOVE BABY its my turn..um anyway i hated max so much nit kidding lije how can you allow bunglow bunnies to do whatever they want with YOUR staff and then get mad at your staff for finding peace and love? Like arent they already involving themselves with the guests?? Poor sunghoon my heart broke when those cougar women pulled their old school moves on him like come on youre married and thats soo creepy sighhh. I was soo worried that doc might nevr find iut what heesung did but im glad seeun was safe as well even thoigh..she didnt tell doc oh this boy aint right i dont want him..andthat scene where they practise the lift..im getting light headed wheres MY SUMMER DANCING FUN AT A FANCY RICH RESORT WHERE I MEET A HANDSOME MAN WHO TEACHES ME HOW TI DANCE (head in my hands 2x). When baby said fight back harder..and she hid sunghoon from doc i was sobbing in my head like baby girk wear your man like a badge be proud of him. Thank you sm for focusing on his dimples really 😭😭💘. And that scene where ms jung drops all the wallets was so well hidden in the plot somethinf so small byt meaningful i really took it as a "rich people are weird" motif until the wallet part bur argh..max getting mad at sunghoon for ""stealing"" instead of listening to baby (a woman in that era God forbid women know things that men dont) but then STILL firing him and sunghoon accepting defeat but the scene where BABY accepts the loss and sunghoon almost breaks (head in my hands sobbing 3x). Thank you so much foe this wonderfuk work filled with agony and fun and pure romantic love and softness waa ..im calling myself 😵‍💫 anon for now...i mighr drop by again..sorry for the length 😭😭💘💖 thank you love you

oh my gosh anon😭😭😭😭 pls dont apologize for sending a long ask this literally my whole day week month year life... its so amazing to receive something like this thank u so so much 😭😭😭😭💗💗 Im SOOOOO happy that u enjoyed moonlight this much, "each and every scene was packed with flavour and fun and not once did the writing stray or feel like a filler ahh i would love to eat moonlight" THIS IS EVERYTHING ARE U KIDDING... i would smooch u on the face if i could rn tysm !!! U NEED TO WATCH THE MOVIE im ngl like i copied every plot point off of it, all i did was write it down and slightly change the characters but other than that the movie did everything lmaooo im sure the makers of dirty dancing could sue me atp BUT YEAH i wanted to make sunghoons character as insane and attractive as possible bc in the movie hes wheeeww like patrick swayze back in the day was.. yeah WATCH THE MOVIE and heeseung bahahhahaha yeah his character is horrible no redemption for him but jay's character in the movie is really terrible i tried to make him better in the fic 😭😭 cz i dont think hes an actually bad person like heeseung hes just an entitled rich kid lol and yes max is pretty bad too AND IKKK I WANT THIS SUMMER TOO COULD U IMAGINE anonnn ur too amzing thank u so much for this ask i love u more...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[waybrights]

little something based off this post!

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adora woke with a groan. her head pounded as she tried to sit up, the bright light didn't really help. huh that's weird, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut, brightmoon is never this bright. with another groan, she cracked her eyes open. it took her a second to adjust to the light, and when she did she almost wished she hadn't.

the first thing adora noticed was a knife, her knife, being pointed at her nose. the second thing she noticed was that she was on the ground, and unable to feel the vibrations of brightmoon's engines. the third thing was the girl standing above her.

the girl's face was half covered by a scarf and her brown hair was plastered to her forehead, most of it though, was tucked into her coat, but a few stray strands hung around her face. her eyes, one blue and one brown, were full of anger as she glared down at adora, waving the knife close to adora's nose. "whoa..." adora mumbled, taking her eyes off the girl and focusing on the knife. slowly, she raised her hands in a surrender.

the girl huffed and stood up, flipping the knife down and stuffing it into the pocket of her black coat. "you followed me, why?" the girl asked, turning on her heel.

adora frowned and pushed herself up, small bits of metal falling off her shirt. "i didn't follow you." she said quietly, trying to recall exactly what led to her being im a muddy trench and not on brightmoon.

the girl scoffed and climbed onto a small mound of dirt and rocks. "so why are you here?" she asked again, watching adora sit up.

"i fell out..." but she hadn't fallen. he'd pushed her. prime had pushed her off the walkway. "he pushed me." adora muttered, raising a hand to her forehead. "he pushed me!" she said again, louder this time. anger started to boil up in adora. she'd practically saved his life and he pushed her over the side and off the city!

the girl laughed and turned to look down the trench that, now adora realised what had happened, she assumed were the tracks of brightmoon. "don't act so surprised. that's what he does." she said bitterly, hopping off her mound and waking away from adora.

adora stood up quickly and stumbled after the girl. "hey! you can't leave me here!" adora shouted, clambering over the mound.

"i can, and i will. goodbye!" the girl said with a small wave as she sped up.

adora huffed and ran after her. "you have to help me get back to brightmoon!"

the girl turned to adora, anger practically rolling off her in waves. "six months! six months i've been trying to get onto that city! i had one shot at prime and you ruined it!" she shouted. "so don't think for a second that i owe you anything. i don't have to help you do anything. you got yourself stuck here find your own way back." she hissed and turned away, her coat swishing behind her.

adora sighed and looked around. she wasn't made for this, being off the moving city. she was a historian not a tracker! how was she supposed to find her way back? "oh come on! it's not my fault you tried to kill the most important man this side of the border!" adora cried, throwing her hands up.

the girl stared at adora before coming to her senses and growling. "you tried to save him."

"it's not like i knew he was a bad person! if i knew that then i wouldn't have tried to stop you." adora said, following the girl again. after a few seconds she sighed and reached out, taking the girls wrist. "look, all i'm asking is that you help me find a trading town, then i'll find my own way back." maybe she sounded desperate, but she was.

the girl closed her eyes and let out a long breath. "fine. but you do anything stupid and i won't hesitate to leave you to the scavengers." she hissed, pulling her arm out of adora's weak grip.

adora grinned and nodded. "thank you! thank you thank you thank you!" she said happily, bouncing up and down.

"yeah, don't even mention it." the girl huffed and turned back to the tracks. "let's go, we should probably find somewhere to stop before the sun sets."

adora nodded and let the girl walk ahead. she had a feeling that she didn't like people and wouldn't take lightly to adora walking next to her, so she hung back. only a few steps, but enough distance between them to make it slightly less awkward. "my name's adora, by the way. adora grayskull." she said quietly after a while of walking.

"catra, i can't remember my last name." catra said quietly, leaping over a muddy dip. that's a pretty name, adora thought to herself as she put her foot in the mud.

[tsugua-rebmetpes]

101 Cute dates & bucket list

Little fire pit on the beach (middle of the night, private)

Toasting marshmallows & making cute smores

Observing the night sky through a telescope together / watch the stars on a clear sky in the middle of no where

A midnight dip in water (lake, ocean, etc. As long as it's safe)

Skinny dip under a full moon & to kiss passionately on a platform on the lake

To go on a small camping trip just the two of us

To visit the candy shop and pick each other's candy bags for only us to share them between us anyway

Getting crepes with you and eating them side by side

Taking you lingerie shopping so you can see the outfit as I buy it and the level of excite I know you have knowing you'll get to tear it off later

Sharing a bath with you (where we both fit comfortably or just tucked in a little where we can laugh about it)

Baking cookies so we can have them with our coffee in the morning

Taking you to a coffee roaster hut so you can experience amazing coffee

Going to a little tea house & plantation so we can support local business and enjoy the joys of freshly brewed tea

Picking what the other person must eat off the menu at a new venue / a place we've never been to before

Throwing a dart on a map and going to where ever it lands for a small holiday / trip (could be a city map, regional, state, national or global)

Decorating and making a floating lantern to release into the night sky (a la tangle)

Icing biscuits to look like things we like (e.g. ourselves, frogs or whatever your heart desires)

Smooshing whipped cream onto your nose and kissing/licking it off ♡

Making something together in a pottery class for ourselves n one another

Volunteering at a farm to help around (muster, harvest, etc.)

Go fruit picking together recreationally

Go to as many different distilleries and breweries as we can

Try to make bread together

Have our own Minecraft world together

Complete stardew valley & cattails ♡

Take a cooking/pastry lesson

Take Polaroid photos of our time together (on a trip or small adventure)

Go for a little hike together

Go swim in a little unknown ish water hole and push boundaries of comfort

Go to a cinema late at night (last screening of the evening, maybe wear matching pajamas) and buy popcorn / sneak snacks in. Cuddle in the cinema and watch a cute film together (be one of the only people in the cinema)

Have s/o read my favourite book to me aloud before bed time

Make jam & preserve food items & dry ingredients to make tea, etc.

Make chocolates for you (home made)

Grow my own flowers for us to admire

Start a small veggie patch & harvest our own produce to have a "self sufficient" dinner night

Volunteer at an animal shelter

Go to a farmer's market together / local fruit market and buy ingredients we will make into a meal together that evening

Become animal foster parents & successfully get our lil foster a fur-ever home

Do a hot food challenge or some sort of food challenge together

Go to a day spa for a "couple's retreat"

Make your favourite food (lasagne) on your birthday 🥰 / a random day

Steal a shopping trolly and race around an abandon area of the car park thinking we are in go karts & take photos

Dress up as the cool ghosts in the "blanket ghost" trend and take cute photos in odd locations

Explore an abandoned building together and theorize about the past / research about it

Have a little picnic in a field / park

Take a dance lesson together (ballroom) and be clumsily cute on trying something "new"

Sleep next to you & wake up beside you 🥺

Make your lunch for work & wake up early to make an awesome meal!

Make a random meal really late in the evening spontaneously to satisfy a craving

Have a new years kiss

Look at Christmas lights on houses together

Watch all the Harry Potter movies one after another together

Finish a series that either person is interested more initially in but both like towards the end

Do a cute skincare date! (Face masks)

Go to a food festival and try as much food as we can, get creative - pick the other's meals out to switch it up a little

Go paint balling together and try it out (even if I may not be as good as you. :< I'll try!!)

Try laser tag if paint ball doesn't go so well, feel free to invite friends to both events for more fun :) or go karting (something I've never done before)

Go horse riding together sometime

Cook with a campfire / burring our food in the ground for it to cook (Like damper)

Volunteer to plant trees

Become regulars at a small bar

Play pool/billards together

Check out a timezone arcade and play as much as we can :3 see how many prizes we can win and be merry

Have a board game night (catan, uno, monopoly, dnd etc.) Together with friends or strangers

Visit movie world (theme park) and dress up a little! / usj / Disneyland

Play pinball and we swap between balls to see how far we can go together!!!

Have a little date with the power off (candles, moon lit dinner, board games and no electronics! Be cute and creative)

Donate blood, with moral support or together :3

Go foraging for edible fruits, vegetables, etc. And make a meal out of it :3 research and have fun

Make a little stone tower together and take a photo of the creation (balancing stones)

Plant sunflowers and look after them for a whole season ♡ alternatively pick said flowers when ripe and give them as a gift to love ones

Do a Lego / puzzle set together ♡♡

Capture a little froggy and set him free (clean him up and take him to somewhere safe)

Watch horror films or movies we haven't seen before even if it's silly (.e.g the room )

Visit an aquarium and stare at the little jellies in the jelly room

Go to see a musical, play or ballet together 🥰

Dress up and go on a spontaneous date around town, over dressed for the occasion but having fun

Sunset and nibbles planned date 🥺

Go on a theme crawl, e.g. coffee, tea, wine, pub, cocktail, ramen, etc.

rent bikes to travel around on whilst doing a theme crawl

Dinner theatre or dinner murder mystery event together! Something a little less tame and wacky but still just as fun (something I've never done before)

escape room (challenge ourselves to do it within the time set!)

Ice skate together, trip & fall and catch one another on the ice being cute (maybe rent the kiddy pusher to help you out and be dorks)

Mosh and go to A small band performing concert together / go to A concert for an artist one or both like

Hot air balloon ride ^-^ (waking up early and having our own "Up" moment)

Ride in a helicopter one day to see the world like the birds that fly in the sky

Buy a plant or two at a nursery and take them home to look after

Go roller skating, reliving our teenage years with a limited budget, eat old skool candy and slushies.

Surprise birthday party

Outdoor cinema, watch a film on a projector and have fun on some outdoor cushions

Have a little boho tent and lunch date set up as a surprise

Dance under the moonlight and shining stars together just swaying and holding one another

Overnight at a bed & breakfast together, sleep in and enjoy breakfast in bed whilst away from phones

Have a little bonfire moment at home, write down your deepest desire, secrets, fears and burn them

Take a personality test together just to see the results

Read books in a little book cafe & drink our favourite drinks whilst snuggled up in a book nook

Do a little tarot reading & see a psychic or medium

Raise a pet together

Buy some helium balloons & change our voices whilst doing something (e.g. a speak type board game)

Wake up with you kissing me / wake you up with kisses

Plan a vacation together

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[folklorelise]

That one time he said “you’re not my mother” & “I love you”

That one time they said, “you’re not my mother!” and that one time they said “I love you” — I decided to combine these two because I found it was too short otherwise :) enjoy

MASTERLIST

Eren Yaeger:

Most of the time, when Eren and Jean were fighting, it was in a friendly way – always bickering like siblings which is way if Levi or you were there, you would never get involved.

That is why when that one time they were fighting – for real – you and Levi arrived too late. Eren received a punch on his face and Jean had his arm broken. When you two noticed what was happening, you quickly run to where they were and separated them. Mikasa and you were restraining Eren while Levi took Jean away.

“Eren, you’re bleeding. Let’s go.” you told him before bringing him with you. “Mikasa, can you and the others stay here with Kuchel please?”

“Of course.”

When you arrived in your office, you took out your first aid kit and cleaned one of his wounds, and then stitched it up.

“What happened?” you asked Eren when you were done with the stitches.

“Nothing.”

“Well, you both ended up hurting each other so no, it was not nothing.” you argued.

“Whatever.” Eren mumbled.

“Eren! This is serious.” you raised your voice, “Jean was hurt–.”

“So was I! Why is it always everything about Jean with you? Oh right! He is your favourite after all.”

“This is not what we’re talking about right now. This is about you two being childish. Yes, you were hurt but Jean is not a titan, he can’t heal overnight. I don’t know why the fight started and I don’t want to because I’m sure it was for a ridiculous reason anyway.”

Eren was still on his nerves and he knew if he said anything, he would regret it – so he just kept quiet and stared at his shoes.

“You really don’t have anything to say?” you sighed. “Eren–, you should apologise. Both of–.”

“STOP! Stop pretending to care about me if all you want is go and check on Jean. Stop pretending you care about me at all – just, stop.”

“Eren–.” your voice quavered.

“And stop acting like my mother because you’re not. So, just leave me alone!” Eren yelled because storming out.

When you found Levi in his office, he was doing some paperwork with Kuchel on his lap.

“How did it go with Eren?” Levi asked you without looking up.

“Hm… not great.” you whimpered.

As soon as Levi heard your voice, he looked up and saw that your eyes were still red and puffy. He put Kuchel on the ground and came to embrace you. You continued to cry in his arms, putting your head on his shoulder.

“What happened?” Levi asked worried.

Levi did not insist on it when you refused to talk about it. Levi asked Sasha, Connie, and Jean to take care of Kuchel the rest of the day so he could spend the day with you.

You spend the day in your bedroom, switching between crying and sleeping. Levi stayed with you the whole time, with you clinging on him. After a few hours, you finally started to calm down and were ready to talk.

“Eren said that… it sounds ridiculous actually,” you tried to laugh, “he said that I wasn’t his mother which is true, I’m not.” you explained. “Is it weird? That I’m hurt because I consider Eren, and all of them, as one of my own children?”

“Eren’s an idiot. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Levi tried to reassure you.

Eren, on his side, went back to his room and stayed there for the rest of the day. After he calmed down and realised what he said to you, he started to regret it. He did not mean any of the words he said to you.

For the next few days, whenever you and Eren would see each other, you would just walk away. You did not know what to say to Eren, therefore you just decided to avoid him which is something everyone noticed. Eren really wanted to talk to you, he wanted to apologise but with you constantly walking away, it was impossible. Eren decided he would ask the captain’s help.

“I know she probably told you what happened.” Eren told Levi when he went to his office, “I just want to apologise, please?”

“Fine. She’s with Kuchel in our room.” Levi thought. “Then go and clean the stable!”

“Thank you.”

Eren run to your bedroom and went in without knocking. He found you reading a story to Kuchel and hesitated a second before calling your name.

“Eren!” you shouted surprised.

“I’m sorry, it’s just – I know you wouldn’t have opened the door.” Eren explained. “Mom,” Eren started before breaking down crying, “I’m sorry, please don’t ignore me anymore.”

“No cry.” Kuchel shouted, “ma-ma kiss, no cry.” she pulled your sleeve.

“Please don’t hate me.” Eren whispered.

“I could never hate you.” you said before hugging him.

Eren hold you so tightly that you could barely move.

“It’s ok,” you reassured him, “I could never hate one of my kids.” you admitted.

“So, you’re not mad right?”

“I’m not. It’s ok.” you patted his back.

“I didn’t mean.” Eren added, “I didn’t mean any of it.” Eren paused before adding “because I love you mom. I do.”

“Eren,” you smiled, “I love you too.”

“Lowe ma-ma me!” Kuchel shouted because you and Eren were too far away from her.

“I’m going to go now.” Eren said, “I still have cleaning duty.”

Eren left, and a sigh of relief left your mouth. Having him directly tell you that he did not mean it was a relief.

Jean Kirstein:

Levi had been thinking about having Jean to replace him as captain in a few years or even make him squad leader. Jean obviously proved himself to be a great leader – there was no excuse not to promote him to a higher rank. He never talked about that to anyone though, particularly not to you because he knew how worried you would be. After some time, Levi decided he would talk about it with Erwin.

“Are you telling me this because you want to retire?” Erwin asked him.

“No. I don’t to retire right now.”

“Okay.” Erwin took a moment to process what Levi just told him, “What did Y/N say?”

“Nothing.” Levi casually answered.

“Really?”

“I didn’t tell her anything yet.”

“Oh… Well, I don’t see any problems in making Jean a captain now or in a few years. He has a good sense of leadership. I think that’s a great idea.” Erwin stated.

“Bur?” Levi asked expecting Erwin to continue.

“No ‘but’, just…” Erwin took a deep breath, smiling slightly, “really excited to see Y/N’s reaction.”

“She’ll love that.”

After a few days, Levi decided to call you in his office at the same time as Jean to announce the big news he had. When Jean and you arrived, he sat down at his desk before explaining why he asked to see you.

“You grew up and learned a lot these past few months and years. You have every quality to make a great captain or even squad leader.”

“Oh,” Jean blushed, “thank you, but why are you telling me this?”

“I talked about it with Erwin, and he agrees with me that–.”

“Wait.” you cut Levi in his sentence, “are you seriously trying to make Jean captain right now?” you asked dumbstruck.

“If he wants, yes.”

“What?” you laughed nervously. “No! It’s… he’s a child! This is too much responsibility and pression for him.” you argued. “Jean,” you turned around to face him, “you’re not–.”

“Y/N,” Levi cut you, “he’s not a child anymore. You know how skilled he is on the field so why are you doing this?”

“Because being a captain is too much pressure! You are responsible for everything! Yes, it includes victories, but also every death of your friends and squad members.” you rumbled, “Jean, you’re not… you can’t do this. I refuse.”

“Y/N–.” Levi started but was cut short by Jean.

“You’re not my mother!” Jean yelled, “you don’t have the right to decide for me!” he added before leaving the room.

Silence prevailed in the room. Then suddenly you started to sob violently and collapsed on the ground. Levi slowly approached you and wrapped you in his arms.

“It’s ok.” Levi whispered, “he didn’t mean it.”

You spent the rest of the day in bed, regretting everything you previously said to Jean. Levi stayed beside you, trying to calm you down but it was not successful. At night, Levi decided to pay Jean a visit to see if he calmed down. When he knocked on Jean’s door, he heard a quiet ‘come in’. Jean was curled up on himself on his bed, with his blanket over him.

“I’m sorry.” Jean sobbed. “I– I.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me.” Levi said. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll come and apologise to Y/N because no one can understand you in this state.” Levi referred to his sobbing. “She’s sorry too, just so you know.”

Then, Levi came back to you and saw that you calmed down a bit, but he knew you were hurt. It was not the first time that one of the kids told you that. When Eren did, you were inconsolable and did stayed in bed for a few days.

The next day, Jean was up really early. He came in your office and waited for you inside, sitting on the couch. He waited a few hours, but you still were not there. You were eating breakfast and played a bit with Kuchel. When you finally walked in your office, you found Jean asleep on your couch. You took the blanket you kept for you at night and delicately put it on Jean, which did not work since he instantly woke up.

“Mom!” Jean said surprised and then immediately looked away.

Neither one of you knew what to say. You sat on the table in front of his, while he was still standing awkwardly.

“I’m sorry!” you both shouted at the same time.

“No!” Jean quickly added, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it because it’s not true. You are. You are my mom and… I’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” Jean finished his sentence trying to hold his tears back.

“I– I’m sorry too.” you apologised and walked to him to hug him, “I’m sorry because I think you would make a great captain.” you tried to smile. “You are really talented, and it would be a waste not to make you captain.”

“No, if you’re not happy I don’t–.”

“I am happy, I was just scared.” you admitted. “You… you are my child and seeing you all grown-up and taking responsibilities… is terrifying. I don’t want to you to go through what Levi, and I did when we lost–.” you suddenly stopped, not wanting to talk about how many friends you all loss.

“I thought that you refused because you didn’t think I was good enough.” Jean admitted.

“You are good enough. You are more than that. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry too.” Jean repeated.

//

Jean was always the first one to volunteer to take care of Kuchel when neither you nor Levi could. He loved spending time with her. He grew up without siblings, so since he saw you and Levi like his parents, Kuchel was like his little sister.

“Jean, thank you for doing this.” you gave him Kuchel, “Levi and I will be back in a few hours.”

“No problem, have a safe trip!”

Jean brought Kuchel back to his room and let her play with her toys. In the meantime, Armin, Eren and Mikasa came to see Kuchel too. Sasha and Connie came later on and stayed with Jean to play with Kuchel.

“Ja!” Kuchel screamed when she saw that Jean stopped playing with her.

“What did you say?” Jean asked shocked.

“Ja.” Kuchel pointed at Jean.

“That’s my name.” Jean said happily, “can you guys believe it?” he said to his friends.

“Oh, come on,” Connie replied, “It could be anything else.”

After trying to make Kuchel repeat it a few times, which was a failure, Sasha and Connie left Jean alone since they had cleaning duties to do before the Captain came back.

“I know you said my name earlier, even though you won’t repeat, it’s fine.”

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel asked.

“She’ll be back soon don’t worry.” Jean started to clean her toys. “You know, you’re very lucky to have them as your parents. They are awesome. I love them. I mean mom– no, da– no– I mean they’re great, you know?” Jean explained as if Kuchel could understand. “Never mind.”

Jean realised what he just said and started to think about if he should tell you or not. On one hand, he wanted to because he wanted you to know how much he appreciated you being there for him, but on the other hand, it was embarrassing.

“Kirstein.” Levi called him when he found him. “I still have to go and see Erwin so drop Kuchel to Y/N.” Levi told him.

“Da-da!” Kuchel yelled happily.

Levi kissed her before leaving. Jean walked to your office and knocked on the door.

“Yes?”

“It’s me, Jean.”

“Come in.” you said, “Kuchel, hiii.” you hold your baby. “How was the day with her?” you asked Jean.

“Good. It was good.” Jean answered. “I have to mh… go. Sasha and Connie, they’re… they need me.”

“Oh, okay, thank–.”

“I love you, bye mom!” Jean said before left running.

“Ja lowe ma-ma.”

When Levi came back to your office, he found you sitting on the couch looking at the ceiling.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Jean just said he loves me. I can’t believe all my children are now opening to me now.” you pretended to cry. “Also, Kuchel just said Jean’s nam.”

“What?”

“Here, take Kuchel because I have to go and see Jean.”

“Ja!”

“Why?” Levi asked.

“He ran away before I could say anything.”

“A weirdo,” Levi looked at Kuchel, “the first name you said had to be his…”

“You always pretend to be annoyed by him, when I know for a fact you lo–.”

“Not listening, bye.” Levi closed the door before you could finish.

When you went to Jean’s room, he was obviously not here. Therefore, you just decided to take a piece of paper and then put it on his pillow.

When Jean came back to his room, he found a little piece of saying “I love you my boy, you didn’t have to run away.” And it was signed “Mom”.

Armin Arlet:

Armin’s new job was to teach the new cadets the expeditions’ strategy. When new cadets arrived in the survey corps, they were always surprised at how often Armin, Eren, Jean and Mikasa would call you ‘mom’ which ended up being their favourite topic during the day.

As usual, Armin would be early, waiting for the new soldiers to arrive. A group of friends were already there, talking way too loudly.

“You heard that too right?” one of them asked.

“Heard what?” another one asked.

“How the captain’s squad calls squad leader Y/N ‘mom’.”

“Yeah and?”

“Oh, come on. She obviously isn’t their real mom.”

“She isn’t?”

“Are you stupid? Anyway, I think that’s weird. I mean she has her own kid, right?”

Their discussion was cut short by other people arriving. Armin pretended he did not hear them and taught his class professionally. Near the end of the class, you decided to come so you could see if everything went well. You quietly took a place and watched until the end. When Armin was over, you walked to him started to congratulate him.

“Armin, you are a natural at this. That was really great!” you hugged him.

At the back, the group of friends who was talking about Armin and you earlier started to laugh, which Armin noticed. Armin immediately stepped away from you.

“Wh–.” you started.

“Stop doing that, you’re not my mother.” Armin stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Stop acting like my mother please.”

Every news cadets were looking at you both – the room was silent. Armin instantly regretted was he said and wanted to apologise but you just forced a smiled and left. You went to Levi’s office, who was with Kuchel.

“Hey. How was–.” Levi started to ask but stopped when he saw you trying to hold back yours tears.

“Armin said it. In front of so many people – it was… horrible.” you cried.

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel crawled towards you.

Levi stood up and came to hug you while Kuchel was grasping on your leg. 

“Y/N, they never mean it.” Levi reassured you.

“But…” you shook your head, “there was so many people watching us! No, they were staring at us.”

“Do you want me to go and talk to Armin?”

“No! It’s fine.” you sighed. “I mean… at this rate I’m used to it now.” you tried to laugh it up, but just ended up continuing sobbing.

“Ma-ma no cry!” Kuchel tried to comfort you.

“I’m not.” you smiled picking her up.

Levi and you spend the day playing with Kuchel – you tried to forget what Armin said and Levi wanted you not to think about it too much. Playing with Kuchel was one of the solutions. When it was time to eat, Levi suggested that he should just brought the food so you could eat in his office.

While Levi was gone, you gave Kuchel her toys and went to the bathroom. When you came back, Armin was playing with Kuchel.

“Armin. Hey.”

“Hey.” Armin mumbled. “Mh, I knocked on the door, but no one answered.”

“It’s ok.”

After a few minutes of silence, Levi entered the room with the food and stopped when he saw Armin. Levi looked at you and put the food on his desk.

“Do you need me to stay?” Levi whispered.

“Can you come back in ten minutes with Kuchel please?”

“Yeah.” Levi took Kuchel and left.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” Armin apologised looking at his feet. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not! I never should’ve said it on front of these people. I never should’ve said anything at all because it’s not true. I don’t think that.”

“Then why did you? Because… It’s just that these past few weeks, I,” you sighed loudly, “I heard that a lot…”

“Mom…” Armin frowned before hugging you. “I’m sorry.”

When you asked Armin what made him say it, he just avoided the question, saying that it was not important. Then, Levi came back so Armin left. He asked you what Armin had said, you told him that Armin did not say much.

A few days passed and you started to forget about that incident, but Levi wanted to know why it happened in the first place. That was why he asked Armin to meet him in his office one morning.

“What happened that morning?” Levi asked him.

Armin instantly knew what he was talking about and immediately looked away.

“I–.” Armin hesitated.

“No need to lie to me. I’ll know and you would just be wasting our time.”

“I heard people talking.” Armin whispered weakly. “They were saying things… like how weird it was for us to call her ‘mom’. And I thought, maybe that’s true.” Armin explained slowly. “I don’t know, I guess I wanted to show to these people that… it wasn’t true.”

When Armin was done talking, Levi nodded and let Armin leave. Levi never told you because Armin asked him not to. Armin never told anyone else what happened either – it was now their secret.

//

After that incident where you got badly injured, the cadets were having a hard time at night as well, especially for Armin and Jean who had to witness your body being thrown away. Both of them saw your body falling from a high level without being able to help.

Armin felt guilty because if he were not for him, you never would have got injured. After you woke up, he never really talked with you because of that guilt. You tried to talk to him because you wanted to make sure he was doing great, but every time he saw you, he would just walk away.

He would very often get nightmares too – it would often be about you regretting saving him, about you telling him that he should stop talking to you. He was scared.

“Armin,” Mikasa called him, “are you ok?”

“Yes. Why?” Armin answered absent-minded.

“You don’t look like yourself since… you know. Did you talk to–.”

“No.”

“Go talk to her.” Mikasa advised her friend.

After a few days of doing nothing, Mikasa decided to come to you because she was worried for Armin.

“I think Armin isn’t… He’s not ok.” Mikasa told you one morning.

“He’s been avoiding me I know. I thought giving him some space would be good, but I will talk to him.”

“He’s probably in his room, he’s not going out much.” Mikasa informed you.

“Thank you.”

You walked to Armin’s room and opened it without knocking, knowing if you did, he would have pretended to not be here. Armin was still sleeping, so you took a chair and placed it beside his bed and sat down. You took the book next to his bed and started to read it.

“AAH!” Armin screamed when he woke up.

“Why are you screaming like this in the morning!” you quickly put the book down.

“What– why are you here?” Armina asked hiding under his blanket.

“Mikasa was worried about you, and so was I. Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t.”

“Armin,” you stood up so you could sit on his bed, “Just tell me what has been bothering you.”

“Do you hate me?” Armin asked slowly after a long silence.

“What? No! Why would I?”

“You were hurt because of me. I was careless and–.”

“Armin, I don’t hate you.”

“But you almost–. Because of me…”

“I don’t hate you; I could never hate you. And it was not your fault at all. It was mine; I was careless and I didn’t think before acting.”

“Ok, that’s… good.” then Armin mumbled something else.

“What?” you asked confused.

“I love you mom.” Armin said timidly, looking away.

“I love you too Armin.” you said hugging him. “Get dressed now, I will wait for you in the mess hall.”

“Don’t tell anyone I said that!” Armin screamed when you left.

He was really embarrassed about it, but he was glad he did it. You were glad too, and you did not tell anyone beside Levi – you were too happy to not tell him.

Mikasa Ackerman:

Levi and his squad were training at hand-on-hand combat as usual, only this time, Mikasa was so distracted she ended spraining her ankle. She did not tell anyone and walked on her feet as if nothing happened. Eren noticed though. He noticed how she was putting more weight on her uninjured leg.

“What’s wrong with you?” Eren asked her once they were alone.

“Nothing.”

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Eren insisted.

“Noth–.”

“It’s clearly swollen. Your ankle is twice the size of the other one!”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you tell mom yet?”

“No, why would I?” Mikasa asked.

“Because you’re hurt which means you’re not going tomorrow.”

“We don’t run or walk – I’ll be fine.” Mikasa told him before leaving.

Eren decided if to tell you himself because he knew how stubborn Mikasa was. He found you with Levi in his office.

“Eren, hi!” you greeted him.

“Talk.” Levi said annoyed. “Don’t just stand here silently.”

“She’s hurt but she doesn’t want to tell you. Her ankle, she probably sprained it when we were training. And she wants to go to tomorrow’s expedition like that.”

“Oh, I’ll go and talk to her then.” you told them. “I will be right back.”

You assumed Mikasa would be in her room at this hour, so you went to her bedroom. You knocked on her door and a few seconds, Mikasa opened the door.

“Can I come in?” you smiled.

“Mh, yes.”

You watched Mikasa carefully, but she was good at pretending to be ok. You sat on her bed before making small talk first. You asked her how the training went.

“Fine.”

“Eren told me that you hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa answered coldly.

“If it’s true, I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa repeated irritated.

“Show me your ankle.”

“No.”

“Mikasa.”

“I said I’m fine, so stop. It doesn’t even hurt and if I go to sleep right now, I’ll have enough rest.”

“No. It’ll be worse if you leave tomorrow so you’re not going. That’s an order.” you concluded.

“You’re not my superior!” Mikasa shouted.

“Oh, you think Levi would disagree with me?” you laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you’re not my mother to decide something like this!” Mikasa argued.

“Mik–.”

“No, I- I’m sorry.” Mikasa immediately apologised. “I’m sorry.” Mikasa repeated.

“It’s ok.” you whispered. “It’s ok.”

“I’ll stay here tomorrow.” Mikasa agreed looking down.

“Do you need me to stay here with you tomorrow?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Okay. Then I’ll go now.” you stood up.

“You’re not mad right?” Mikasa asked timidly before you left. “I didn’t mean it, I was just…”

“I’m not,” you turned around, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

Mikasa nodded and you smiled at her before closing the door. When you went back to Levi, Eren was still here as well.

“Mom! What did she say?” Eren asked.

“She’ll stay here.” you reassured Eren, “you can go now.”

“Are you ok?” Levi asked you once Eren left.

“Yes.” you paused a second before repeating, “Yes, I’m ok.”

“Ok.” Levi smiled slightly before walking up to you to kiss you.

//

After your accident, Mikasa became overprotective of you. When Levi started to work again after a few weeks, he was reluctant to do so because that meant leaving you. Fortunately, Mikasa told him that she would stay and help you until he was over with work.

Mikasa would bring you food and help you with some of your paperwork too.

“How are you feeling today?” Mikasa asked you.

“I’m ok thanks to you. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Mikasa spent an entire week with you and Kuchel. Levi was glad that Mikasa was with you since he knew how serious she was about your safety. One night, when Levi came back pretty late, he found Mikasa sleeping in bed with you while Kuchel was in the middle, still awake. Levi gently took Kuchel and left with her.

“I guess I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” Levi told Kuchel when he put her to sleep.

When he came back, he noticed that neither one of you had a blanket one you so before going to sleep, he put one on each of you.

In the morning, Mikasa was the first one to wake up. When she realised that she was in your bed, she quickly left the bed so she could leave, but before she could she looked at you and said: “I love you mom.”, thinking you were asleep.

“Mmh, I love you too Mikasa, now go back to sleep.” you mumbled still half asleep.

Mikasa’s eyes widened and left quickly thinking she had dreamt it. Levi was the next one to wake up but decided to continue to sleep next to you when he saw that Mikasa was no longer in the bed.

“Morning.” you said half awake. “Hey. Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” Levi answered holding you tightly.

“M’sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s ok.”

After you both brushed your teeth and washed your face – you went to eat. Mikasa was already in the mess hall with her friends, and she kept avoiding your gaze.

“What’s the matter with you?” Eren asked Mikasa.

“Nothing.”

“Mom!” Eren yelled, “come eat with us!”

Mikasa ate her breakfast really quickly before leaving. Eren and Armin were confused as much as Levi was. You were confused at first too, but then you remember what Mikasa had said to you before leaving – you excused yourself and went after her. You found her in her room, hiding under her blanket. You sat down and tried to take the blanket off.

“Mikasa come on, don’t be embarrassed.”

“How can I not?”

“Do you want to know a secret?” you waited for an answer but Mikasa did not say a thing, “You’re not the only one who said it so there’s no need to be embarrassed...”

“What?” Mikasa suddenly stood up. “Who did?”

“You know… some of them.” you admitted before leaving as if nothing happened.

“I need to know.” Mikasa murmured to herself.

[graphitesatellite]

Hi, it's like 9:44 PM right now but I'm not tired and have a headache. Plus I don't give a fuck

Anyways can you write how you think the main 6 would react to an MC that's not a morning person, like at all. Like wake me up and die but like, coffee is life. Sorry if this is a bit specific but thanks in advance if you decide to write this.

:)

:)

i admire your lack of fucks given, anon, and for that i shall grant your request

(and also because it looks fun, thanks for sending it in)

Asra

you’re in good company because guess who’s also not a morning person (hint: he’s got two thumbs and a snake up his shirt)

that’s not to say he’s especially cranky in the morning, but he’s not very good at waking up when it doesn’t align with his internal clock (which is broken) so it can take him a long time

chances are You’ll be the one waking Him up most of the time

and on the off-chance he manages to wake up first, then that’s just extra cuddle time for him, babey

or a chance to spoil you with a lovingly made breakfast in bed

he’s really a bad influence is what he is, cuz if you tell him you’re not ready to get up, he will Not make you; he’s more than content to hang out in bed all day and let you rest

and he’s not a coffee person, but if it’s important to you he’ll go out of his way to find all kinds of fancy blends for you to try, so fancy he doesn’t always know what exactly is in them

just don’t leave him to brew the coffee by himself; you’d think someone with so much tea knowledge would be able to figure out a pot of coffee but you’d be wrong

Nadia

being the type of person who enjoys rising with the sun (gotta get up early to do hot girl shit), it saddens Nadia some that she doesn’t get to wake up with you most mornings

but that sadness is very small compared to the joy of getting to see your precious sleeping face as soon as she wakes up

she couldn’t bear pulling you out of a peaceful slumber unless absolutely necessary, so to keep you from being disturbed she instructs all the palace staff to be mindful of the noise they make around your room

unless she’s called to a meeting or some other urgent matter, she’s always nearby when you wake up, ready with a hot cup of coffee prepared just the way you like it

it’s honestly a bit uncanny how she always seems to know when you’ll rouse, but then, you’ve seen stranger things, so you probably don’t think about it too hard

and she finds your grogginess and/or grumpiness very endearing because it’s such an honest reaction; you don’t try to pretend to be someone you’re not, and she that’s one of the many things she loves about you

Julian

if you’re looking for someone to chug coffee and grumble with in the morning (or more realistically, the early afternoon), this is your man

whatever mood you’re in when you wake up, he gets it, he really really gets it, and you don’t even have to say anything, he’ll set you up with the last cup of stale coffee from the night before to sip on while he brews a fresh pot

you’d have good reason to be skeptical of the stuff he hands you, but as inept as he seems to be when it comes to mixology, he actually makes a pretty damn good cup of coffee when he takes his time with it

and he always offers you the first cup because in typical Julian fashion he’s ready to do whatever it takes to make this waking experience as painless for you as possible regardless of how he feels

though it’s hard for him to feel anything but contentment when he gets to spend his mornings with you

bur fair warning: even when he’s barely awake, nothing will stop him from being an unapologetic flirt, and no, he doesn’t think it’s too early for this at all

Muriel

he really wouldn’t call himself a “morning person,” but Muriel is used to waking at dawn because that’s when the birds start chirping, and I don’t know if you know this, but birds are Really Loud

if you help him soundproof the hut, he’s more than willing to try and adapt to your schedule; it’s more rest for him and less anxiety over waking you up/developing a kidney infection when he stirs and inevitably needs to tinkle

and if you just want to be quiet and grumbly in the morning, he’s absolutely down with that, you won’t catch him trying to make you talk or perk up

he doesn’t want you to feel bad if you don’t have to, though, so he’ll do what he can to offer you peace and comfort

like if you show him how you like your coffee, he’ll gladly take on the task to make your morning a little easier

he puts so much love into preparing each cup you can probably taste the difference, and I’m sorry to say it very well might ruin all other coffee for you, forever

Portia

the beginning of each new day is so exciting and full of promise, Portia doesn’t really get the appeal of sleeping in; the earlier she wakes up, the more time she has for Activities, but she can respect if that’s not really your thing, everyone is different

so she’s always gonna be up before you, and that means coffee and breakfast will always be ready before you wake up

(word around the palace is she makes the best cup of coffee this side of the Salty Sea, and you’re inclined to agree)

she’s usually got plenty to keep her busy while she’s waiting for you get up, which is good because it takes all her self control not to start bugging you when she’s getting bored and impatient

she just misses you and wants to say hi and give you your morning kiss, she’s been looking forward to it since she got up

when you know you have to be up early, she makes for a very enthusiastic and effective alarm clock because she doesn’t have a snooze button and also thinks you’re very cute when you’re grumpy

Lucio

no one is a bigger fucking diva about waking up than this asshole, I swear

he’s probably too busy whining and demanding his breakfast to even notice what you’re doing

like you may as well be dead to him until he’s awake enough to realize that he’s not the only thinking feeling person in the world

(it seems he will never be awake enough, however, to realize that the world Does Not revolve around him)

[ruki--mukami]

Nunnally was lying on a carpet close to the fireplace. She had her book opened and was writing something in her notebook. She definitely seemed quite busy with whatever she was doing. But Nunnally was only giving the impression that she was hard working. She was deep in her thoughts and she herself was not completely aware of what she was doing. It took her a longer while to realize that she was not making math calculations anymore, bur drawing Ruki, who was sitting on the couch reading a book. She made two sketches before she realized what she was doing. This discovery flustered her immediately, she closed a notebook more abruptly than she intended and tossed it away drawing more attention to herself than necessary. She looked at Ruki and out of the blue asked him a question that was most likely wandering somewhere deep in her mind:

“Ruki, do you still hope I’ll call you my master one day? Or are you now just fine with us being…” – Nunnally paused; she was not sure what they really were, but whatever that was she liked it – “…as we are? We are happy now, aren’t we?”

“Anyway, I am.” – she thought.

“And Ruki…” – Nunnally added more quietly; her cheeks turning even redder – “If you ever get married would you require your wife to call you master? Do all men require that?”

"Well, I'd appreciate the title very much from you in particular, Nunnally. But, as you may have surmised, it is no requirement. 'Ruki' shall suffice, so long as you continue to behave yourself. As for how we currently are…" the Vampire traipsed forward, taking a seat beside the girl. "If we're not 'Master' and 'Livestock,' then what would you consider us, Nunnally? I'm curious to hear it directly from your lips."

The florid complexion of her face instilled what would've been a resounding beat across each chamber of his undead heart from the mere sight alone, reminding Ruki that she, too, had her adorable side. At times, he likened Nunnally to that of a spoiled princess out of touch with reality, but others, he couldn't help but want to dote on her. Not as a protective older sibling, but as something further. A bond further than that of kindred caring for one another unconditionally. Taking a peek at her notebook, a small smile crept upon his ashen lips in pure amusement.

"It is a bit old-fashioned of men to require their wives to call them 'Master,' I do admit. Contemporary marriages look nothing like that, ergo it's a farfetched leap to assume all men enjoy the epithet. However, hearing it from you would be nice, Nunnally. It would be a sign that you've entrusted yourself to me—if you're genuine about it, of course. I'm great at detecting sarcasm as you already know. And I would prefer it if you only called me by that title. No one else, otherwise there is no point in it. No one else... Not even Karlheinz-sama. I couldn't ask that of you," he wrapped an arm around her waist, "or at least, that's what I would like to say."

Confiscating the journal from her, Ruki stared at his own image, sketched by her hand. Now all the blushing finally made sense.

"You're quite gifted at this, aren't you? If only you put this much effort into your studies as well," chuckled the Vampire wryly. "Somehow I can't help but feel honored to be your muse in art, even if only for a moment. I don't want you to discuss marriage with anyone else, Nunnally. Or draw anyone else, for that matter. So, with that said, I must ask in return: if you were to find a husband, would you want to call him 'Master'? Such a title ought to be reserved for someone who not only takes full responsibility over you, but also someone who genuinely cherishes and loves you with all that he is."

A hand curled around her cheek, fingers tipping on the back of her neck.

"Someone who makes your heart flutter, your breath quicken, your pulse race. Have you found someone like that, Nunnally?"

[quirkless-accident]

Danny and Mirio interactions!!! (Either as a student or a teacher)

sorry i havent been super active lately I was out of town for my stepmoms funeral. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Danny groaned as he fell forward. Mirio's fist was still burring itself in his stomach, twisting ever so slightly, like adding salt in the wound.

He fell to the ground like the rest of his peers. His stomach was in excruciating pain and he felt like he was going to throw up. But he still couldn't help but be amazed at the third year stepped over him. The smile never left his face, though it did turn sheepish when he realized he had no clothes on.

"You did pretty great!" He said. Danny rolled over to his side, not wanting to see anything more than he had to. "I've never met anybody with a quirk similar to mine!"

"How are you so cheery right now?" Danny croaked out. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, pointedly looking away from the third year. Mirio placed a hand in his line of sight, and Danny, not really wanting to be the sore loser here, gripped it. Mirio lifted him to his feet with a practiced ease and patted him on the back.

"That's just my charming personality," the blonde was grinning now. Danny had to resist the roll of his eyes. He's sure that if his stomach wasn't on fire right now he'd be more willing to play nice.

Danny placed a hand on his shoulder and activated his invisibility, so it looked like Mirio was just a floating head. Soon enough they made their way back to the wall where Aizawa was, a calculated mirth in his eyes. Nejire came over and gave Mirio his clothes back. When he at least had his pants on, Danny took his hand off of Mirio's shoulder.

"That's a neat trick! Maybe we could practice sometime, yeah?"

Danny shrugged, only half paying attention now as Aizawa had started speaking. "Sure, whatever."

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Danny couldn't help the yelp that escaped him as an unfortunately familiar face pushed through the wall. Was he always so unnervingly cheery? Maybe he should see a doctor.

"Fenton!" He cried happily, stepping through the rest of the wall. Danny huffed a polite greeting as he knelt down to pick up the stuff he dropped.

"Danny's fine," he said, standing back up. Mirio's grin seemed to widen even more.

"Fantastic! Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to train with me! You seemed pretty excited after class the other day."

Mirio was reaching if he thought that was Danny being excited, but he had said yes, and he didn't really have anything to do. He sighed and shrugged.

"Lemme put my stuff in my room and we can head over."

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"So how does your permeation work?" Mirio asked him after explaining his own quirk. They were standing in one of the workout gyms. Danny was wearing his gym pants and a black tank top, showing off his muscles and scars.

"It's less complicated than yours," he said. "I can make my whole body intangible, and if I drop it, I'm stuck. I don't shoot out like you do." To further explain, he stuck his arm through the punching bag and turned tangible. While his arm was fully stuck now, he wasn't being shot out of it. "Also, I can still breathe."

"How can you do that if your lungs are intangible, too?" Mirio asked as Danny too his arm out of the punching bag.

"Well, my quirk changed my anatomy, so even though I function like a normal person, my body on the inside isn't. When I'm in my ghost form my insides become mostly ectoplasm, including my lungs. And it also helps that in that form I don't really have to breathe. Not a lot, anyway."

"Fascinating!" Mirio cheered, his already large blue eyes somehow getting bigger with excitement. "Do you wanna spar? We can use only intangibility!"

Danny could feel his core thrumming with excitement. It seems Mirio was ribbing off on him. "Absolutely I do."

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"Mercy," Danny panted. He was sitting on the ground, his head bent between his knees trying to catch his breath. He took his shirt off and wiped at his sweat before flopping the rest of the way onto the ground, arm over his eyes.

"Oh come on, Danny," Mirio said, and Danny could practically see his permanent grin. "How about one...More..."

Danny frowned as he lifted his arm to look at Mirio, who was staring at him. "Something wrong, dude?" He asked. The sudden tension was palpable.

"Your chest," Mirio said eventually, keeping his voice even. Danny glanced down, and wanted to punch himself. He should have remembered the giant autopsy scar marring his torso. Mirio looked like he was going to be sick. Danny, however, just shrugged, and gave the same excuse he gave everybody. It was all he could do to fight back the memories.

"I had surgery, dude. No worries, okay?"

Mirio's usually cheery smile was gone. Instead, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and he looked torn between trusting Danny and running to Recovery Girl.

"I won't tell anybody," he said eventually, a smile coming back onto his face. Danny, however could see right through it. He had spent a lot of time forging masks that look exactly like that. It made him wonder how many of Mirio's smiles were actually genuine. "But if you ever wanna talk..."

Danny starred at him, shock written all over his face. It wasn't what he had been expecting. But Mirio was a third year. He's probably seen his fair share of shit he couldn't talk about. Especially working under somebody like Sir Nighteye. Danny sighed, letting the tension in his shoulders relax. He gave Mirio a small smile.

"Thanks, man. And listen, if you wanna talk, too, I'm here." He glanced over Mirio, and while the smile was still there, his shaking hands gave him away. Danny glanced at them, and back at Mirio. "Mint tea works best for stress," he found himself saying. It was something his sister had said to him several times over the years, when he was cramming for tests and fighting ghosts before curfew. "And chamomile for anxiety."

It was more than just an olive branch being extended over the thick, tense air. It was a hand to help pick the third year up in case he couldn't do it himself. Mirio grinned at him. It wasn't a mask this time.

He held out his hand, and Danny took it.

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"Okay, are you sure this is going to work?" Mirio was asking. Danny huffed.

"Who do you take me for? Of course this will work. Now go."

Mirio gulped like he was in a goddamn cartoon and knocked on the large door while Danny gave him a two-fingered salute before disappearing.

"Come in!"

Mirio put on a brave face and opened the door.

Thankfully the only person in the teacher's lounge was All Might, in his shrunken form. It looked like he was going over some papers, and he looked relieved to have an excuse to take a break.

"Ah, Young Togata," he greeted. "What can I do for you, my boy?"

God, if Sir found out about this he'd kill him.

"Hello, All Might," he said, plastering on a grin. "I just had a couple of questions about Sir. If you don't mind, that is."

All Might looked shocked, to say the least. He knew that he and Sir had some sort of argument, but Sir held him in such a high regard, it was hard to think All Might wouldn't be the same.

"Is everything okay with Nighteye?" the pro asks. Mirio waves his hand and smiles.

"Of course! He's never been better! But I figured since you know him pretty well, you'd be able to help me. See, Sir's birthday is coming up soon, and I wanna get him something that will make him laugh. I was wondering if you had any ideas?"

All Might turned away from the rest of the lounge, where the couches and chairs were. Danny's hand appeared, giving him a thumbs up, before disappearing again.

Mirio ignored the way every piece of furniture moved behind All Might as they put their brains together for Sir's birthday. Keeping All Might looking in his direction wasn't too much of a problem, considering he was looking down in thought half the time. Maybe Midoriya got his muttering from All Might.

Soon enough, Danny's hands were waving at him again, before passing through the wall to the hallway. Then there was a knock on the door, and Danny poked his head in.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Sheepish looked like it was second nature to Danny.

"Oh, not at all," All Might said, standing up. "I think we were about done anyway. Let me know how everything turns out, okay?"

"Will do, sir!"

He gathered his things and made a quick escape with Danny.

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Shouta frowned as he stepped into the teacher's lounge. It looked the same but something was off. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, though. The other teachers in the room seemed to have a similar feeling.

"It just-the couch just doesn't feel the same," Hizashi was whining from his spot on the end. Nemuri was rolling her eyes, but didn't disagree. Snipe was sitting on the other end of the couch, rubbing at his temples.

"What's going on?" Shouta asked tiredly, taking a sip of coffee.

"Something is wrong in here but we can't tell what it is," Cementoss said from his spot near the microwave.

Shouta looked around. It looked the same. But he felt it too. Somebody had been in here. He scowled as he looked at the furniture as if it had been the couch that offended him.

And then he saw it.

The couch wasn't centered with the throw rug. He knelt down next to the back of the couch, finding exactly what he thought he was going to.

Scuff marks.

So it was just a prank then. Shouta huffed and moved the couch six inches to the right where it had originally been. Hizashi almost immediately stopped his dramatic blubbering, feeling the herky-jerky way Shouta had moved the couch. He stood up, noticing similar signs throughout the entire room.

"Better?" He asked. Hizashi nodded. Shouta rolled his eyes.

Whenever he found out who did this, they were going to run until they puked.

[toiletwipes]

part 2/2 of my (🐝) previous ask…

you can’t stop staring at it. gemstones and jewels shimmer in the candlelight, each item delicately placed on display. bunches of pink, red and orange flowers decorated the edges, and the petals fell to the carpet beneath it like a trail leading you to your fate.

he’s still hovering. silently watching you take in the scene from behind. he placed a hand on your waist and comes to stand next to you, your gaze still transfixed on the display in front of you. “what’s that?” you quietly ask, pointing at the strange symbol above the biggest candle, hanging from the wall.

then he tells you everything. he tells you about the voices he hears in his dreams, and how they revealed to him a great divine. he tells you about how he knew he had to worship whatever this was. he tells you about how the voices called him the messenger, and he was tasked with spreading his truth. you blink, wondering if he’s being serious. his darkened eyes confirm it without you needing to ask.

wilbur turns to you, taking your hands once again. he swallows a lump in his throat, and asks if you’d like to stay here — with this community. you can grow your own garden, take care of the house, form bonds with the other people. “or,” he whispers. “you can go back to the town where you have nothing.”

you barely hesitate.

time has passed, and you think you’re starting to get used to your new life. there are a few guidelines wilbur says you need to follow. no shoes, for one, wilbur says they disconnect your body from the nature beneath you. your clothes are all white, and all of the same light fabric that reminds you of summer sundresses. but above all, you shouldn’t question him. wilbur knows best, after all. the voices chose him to be the messenger. you need only listen.

you forgot this rule once.

“i beg your pardon?” he towers above you, and your body floods with regret.

“never mind. forget i said anything-”

his fingers reach out and tilt your chin up to look at his face. “you question me. what happened to my obedient dear?”

“i’m sorry. i just-”

“just what? think i’m a liar? do you not trust me?” he backs you into a wall.

“never! i trust you, wilbur. you’re the messenger. i know that.”

“then prove it. prove your devotion.”

that’s the first time he brings you to his bed, and ruins you. it’s not the last. the room fills with pure heat and sounds of pleasure as you do everything in your power to prove your devotion to him. to make him feel good, just as he would do for you. and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

wilbur cares about you. he gave you a home, a family, a purpose. you’d be nothing without him. why would you question what he says?

…

and so begins my cult!bur obsession. please forgive me for writing so much, it was all in such a sudden burst and i couldn’t hold it in lol. anyways hope you enjoyed it. - 🐝

YES

YEs

YES

just yes. thank you for your big brain and your fingers!!

i loved it all so don't feel like you wrote too much and if you ever want to send more in you're always welcome to!!

[pepperpills]

The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: heey guys, The Harvest is coming closer to its end, i hope you enjoy this chapter and new things might be coming ahead, thank you all for reading it >.<

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord Part III - The Hunt

Part IV – Soft Torture

In the next days, you finished the new wing and brough him to see it. He was grateful, he took a while analysing your sketches, strumming the shelves covered with books and the metallic tool boxes. When he was done, he impulsively took your head in his hands and kissed you in the forehead. You blushed, but by that time he already crossed the door and was calling you to help.

Then, you spent hours helping him move his stuff to that wing, especially the non-metallic ones, which he had no power over. Your hands touched while doing it and every time it happened, an electric discharged flowed through you – and him.

After you were done, you left him to explore his new set up as excited as he was with it. You still had your cleaning stuff when coming back to the main area and there was time, plenty of free time. Thus, you stopped on level B3 to take care of a dusty stroller that was pissing you off with its dirt.

You were minding your own business, singing your favourite childhood song while wiping the dust off the power box when you heard a drill. You instantly froze, imagining what caused it.

The area was poorly lite, but you saw that red brightness in the pitch dark, you wouldn’t confound it as it was part of the nightmares you had at your first days at the factory. It was, indeed, a lost Soldat.

You held a scream, your hand quickly covered your open mouth, but it was too late, it paid attention to you, way before you saw it, then it started walking towards your direction with that drill making a death sound.

The world around you didn’t make sense. You looked for exits, but it was about to sprint and you were in a corner, unable to run anywhere. A single tear rolled down your face and you closed your eyes not willing to see it.

“NO.” Heisenberg screamed, showing up at the right moment. “STOP!” He demanded, but the thing was now coming to him. “Stupid shit.” He cursed, violently throwing his cigar on the ground, putting it out with his boot.

With that said, the reactor on the Soldat’s chest exploded, casting hundreds of small parts all over the place, one hit you in the cheek. No one moved, it simply disintegrated and the creature fell to its knees, deactivated, exploding right away, sending more trash to the air.

Heisenberg walked rapidly to you and held your shoulders. When he noticed your cheek, he cleaned it and licked your blood out of his finger. You were way too shaken by the Soldat, but his grip slowly brought you to the real world.

“You okay?” He whispered, his expression lines showing how worried he was.

He got so scared of losing you for that malfunctioning son of a bitch that his heart sunk when he saw you. It was too late for him to continue pretending he didn’t care that much for you.

“Yeah, it didn’t get me at all. Thank you.” You were utterly grateful he tamed that thing, otherwise… Otherwise you probably would be one of the bodies in the stretchers.

Heisenberg then buried his face in your neck, sighing. He sounded relieved.

“Thought I was gonna lose you there, buttercup.” He told your neck, his voice stuffy.

“I thought so too.” You confessed, also feeling relieved. “Do you care?” You had to ask, simply had to know if he cared even though he just saved you.

“Of course I do.” He answered immediately, but not rushing.

Knowing that was reassuring. You felt safe. You felt home. He felt scared for the possibility of your death and couldn’t stop holding you. You thought he was going to bite you like a zombie would, instead, he rubbed his lips on your skin.

You moaned with the touch. It was involuntary, but you felt that you made a mistake. First you tried to be his friend when both of you felt alone, then you would give anything for him to order you to take off your clothes like in that first day, but wouldn’t dare say that, you were getting too mushy.

“S-sorry…” You started apologizing, he let your neck go, but then his face was millimetres from yours.

“Don’t be sorry.” Karl firmly took your waist and put you up on the now clean stroller, your butt sitting on a wood box.

He had to have you. There was this urgent feeling on his stomach he couldn’t resist, it was being silenced for too long, since you arrived. That hunger took control of him and he griped your hair.

He is too strong, but you didn’t want to resist, at that moment, you were about to do whatever he desired, you had simply given up to it as you yourself were thirst for his touch.

The adrenaline was still running crazily through you, like you had been shocked, you thought it was even stronger than before, growing, driving you to hallucinate as you saw coloured lights dancing in your vision. Coloured, festive lights.

“Fuck, buttercup, you have a way to get to me.” He cursed, kissing you chin, making you moan again. “Oh, you are so hopeless like this.” Heisenberg laughed; his chuckles made your entire body resonate.

“Please, let me have you, Karl.” You found yourself begging, you would be on your knees if he wasn’t so close, taming you.

He stepped back, a tiny step so he could look at you. He was smiling, his eyes seemed to have fallen upon a prey, one he would treat with good manners. His hand reached your neck, pressing it, not too hard, but not softly, so you could feel his scars and you moaned to that.

He spread your legs with his knee, not gentle, not brutal, but demanding. You let him do it, feeling the blood down there. You felt a chilled object between your thighs, it touched your clit over your tight pants. It started rubbing as Heisenberg kissed every centimetre of your face and his hands wandered around your body, owing it.

You were soaked, your panties were completely wet at that point, maybe even more than the rain made before, and that metal thing kept rubbing your bud driving you insane. You moaned loudly, moaned like an animal and he joined you with husky groans.

You closed your legs around his waist and forced him to come closer. He cried out in pleasure, even though fully clothed. You felt him hard, so damn hard you thought you couldn’t take it.

His pace was getting faster controlling the metal stimulating you, it was feeling too intense, all your feelings mixing up with his sudden touch, the adrenaline running through out your body, his beard tingling your neck as he groaned, making your eyes roll in pleasure. You came the first time like that, your water wetting him.

You took his face in your hands and glued your lips to one another. The kiss was intense, you completely forgot to breath as his tongue met yours, playing rough games in your mouth. You had to scratch his skin under his clothes, to this, he arched his back, a warm sensation flooding his body as it felt held after so long, so glad to finally take you, so hungry to devour you, he couldn’t help but to feel he was close, not done with these games, but close to his first time in a while anyway. That was the time for him to cum. He held you tightly, burring his face on your shoulder, moaning like crazy and came in his pants. You came again, with him.

“God damn it.” That was all he could say, panting.

“For fuck’s sake.” You joined him, leaning your back on the stroller to rest.

The dancing lights were still there, lullabying you now that you both orgasmed. You were calm, calmer than you had never been, completely distant from the Soldat’s treat, the Village, anything. Nothing could reach you at the factory, nothing besides his scarred hands.

You thought it was over, but you still felt drunk with pleasure, willing to taste more of it, more of him. Karl had an idea. One that you would like. He took you in his arms, so easily you felt little while pressing your face to his collarbone, the electricity in your body giving you delightful goosebumps. You hugged his neck and your legs hugged his waist. He started walking.

At first, you didn’t know where he was taking you, then you recognized the path among all those look alike corridors. You two were heading to the soft torture room. It didn’t make you anxious, though. You were curious.

He actually walked there, not surfing any metal plaque. It didn’t take long to get to your destination. He made the door open with his powers, never letting you go even for a second like you were too precious to trust the floor to support you.

That room was the most organized room of the factory. You could see he started using that as a storeroom due to several cardboard boxes leaning against the walls. The gears and toys were as new. You doubted someone had ever used them.

The room was painted black, decorated with real swords, axes and chains, the last ones maybe could be of use. There was a whip rack with different whips that made you excited, willing to test them all, also, some toys and instruments were suspended on a metal board close to a Berkley horse. Heisenberg didn’t guide you to any of those, though.

“Do you think you can take it, kitten?” He whispered affably in your ear.

“I want to take anything.” You told him, sanguinely.

He chuckled and lead you to another piece of furniture. That one you had seen on history books. It was the wrist stocks. Usually, it would be made of wood, but his were metallic and would move as he desired, so you could alternate positions.

Karl let you go, gently, you stepped barefoot on the ground having lost your shoes at the stroller and he made you sit on a chair next to the stocks. You kissed for what seemed to be eternity, every single one of your senses being stimulated at once. He gruffly took his overcoat off, without untouching your lips and started massaging your nipples. You cried out in pleasure, feeling it drain on your thighs.

You drove him crazy. He was doing his best to be at least moderate to you, but you weren’t helping at all. Your groans made him be harsh, it was your doing, he kept thinking. He ripped your shirt off effortlessly, giving you a shock. Your boobs came out swinging, making him howl and burry his face on them. He felt welcomed by your warmth, consoled by your soft skin. He didn’t want to rise his nose from them, but he did in order to rend your pants.

It was a real relief to be finally free from your clothes. In that manner, you took his shirt off, laying your hand on his chest for a silent while. It was entrancing to be able to touch him like that, to feel his heavy breathing, strolling your fingers on his belly. But when you reached his pants and started unbuttoning it, he snorted and pushed you back.

“Not now, sugar.” He denied, smiling at your disconsolate face. “First things first.” Heisenberg added as he lifted you, placing you lastly at the stocks.

You saw how hard he was under those pants. His cock was begging to be tamed, to be treated, to be tasted. You could drool if your kept thinking these things, but you couldn’t help, it was centimetres from your face now and was certainly calling you. You inclined a little, he didn’t perceive, and gave a long, naughty lick on his cock, tasting the humidity there, trying the flavour of his cum. It tasted like “I want more”.

He groaned loudly, hopelessly. Heisenberg got a little annoyed by your disobedience and decided he could be a bit harder on you.

“Bad kitten.” He called you.

Your wrists were now retained, you were sitting completely naked on a massage bed and he still had his pants on which meant a little more play. Out of nowhere, nipple clamps flew to you and bite your nipples. You screamed in pleasure. It hurt a little, pressing your delicate skin.

Heisenberg was enjoying himself, maliciously smiling. At that sight, he had to touch himself. His hand reached his cock over the fabric and cuddled it for some time as he tightened the grip on your nipples.

After a while like this, he decided it was about time and his pants fell off, revealing a big, pulsating, needy rod on that made you moan on its homage.

“Now, kitten, show me you can take it all.” He said, approaching you, taking advantage of your opened mouth.

You finally had it, an explosion of flavours and sensation took command of you. His cum was sweet, now your favourite candy, his cock was almost too much for your mouth, but you proudly took it all on you salivating tongue, leading it deep down your throat, making a mess of saliva. A mess he loved. Heisenberg was simply howling in pleasure, his husky voice dominated by voluptuousness, he was roaring over the machinery noises.

If you kept going longer, he was going to cum on your precious mouth, would fill it with his god’s milk. But he wasn’t done with you. Oh no. He took his cock out of your mouth and you felt the bed leaning backwards.

“Lay.” Heisenberg ordered as he climbed your body, positioned between your legs.

You laid. He roughly rubbed his smouldering boner on your clit. You both groaned intensely. He played you a little more, then he started entering. Your pussy wasn’t used to it, to big things coming in and out of it like that, but it sure loved the sensation.

His thighs were pressed to yours, rubbing his hair body on your skin as he moved forward into you. You thought you were dead, nothing that good could be possible. But it was, you had him inside your pussy, reaching so deep as the bed inclination helped to get as far as he could.

At first, he tried to go steady, not willing to hurt you more, but as you moaned, he couldn’t help but burying his cock on you. You made it feel welcomed, hot and squeezed by your walls.

Heisenberg was losing it. You were losing it. You both moved in synchrony, the nipple clamps awakening every pleasure sensor on your body, feeling him entirely.

He invested inside you for what felt like hours of pure pleasure. You two sang the lust song together. Karl knew he couldn’t hold on longer.

“Now, kitten, you gonna have it.” He whispered between his teeth, griping your hair.

You hugged his waist with your legs, forcing him to stay deep down. He groaned, thunders in your vision. He was coming hot, plentiful, absolutely satisfied. Heisenberg came inside you and when he found the courage to step out and you let go your legs, cum drained from your pussy.

“Karl…” You could only mumble, panting.

“Kitten.” He answered, releasing your wrists and laying by your side.

He pushed you to his chest where you gladly laid your sleepy head. He cuddled your hair as your draw circles on his belly.

“It was the best thing I ever felt.” You said, at last.

“You had me there, kitten.” Heisenberg confessed, his heart racing. “You fucked me good.” He added, smiling. You smiled too.

Both of you were tired, sleepy. His cuddles made your eyes shut and your hug embraced him. You fell asleep in the soft torture room, on the massage bed. Naked and together, at last.