#but idk tossing that thought around in my head when i was bored at work today makes me wanna finally just do it

[koicrimes]

so, it's been a headcanon of mine for a while now that nish is actually a really good artist. like, he wouldn't consider himself an 'artist' and he generally downplays any reactions he gets to his art. it's just like.. a thing he's done since he was able to manuever a marker in sunflower- drawin on the walls and pissin off kazama hahaha. but like, yeah, growing up it was just so casual, he never really thought much about it. he'd draw anything from kiryu, yumi, yuko and kazama to outfits he saw in display windows when he was out and about. he used to just throw away his sketchbooks and notepads when he filled them up until the others (sin kazama) got onto him, trying to make him see the value in his art. around the time he joined the yakuza, he slowed down a bit. really only drawing as a 'party trick' on a little napkin in bars and shit like that.

anyway, i say all that to say, in my ss stuff, it takes place in the "present" whatever that means to the thing i'm writing at the time. and obviously that means it's a 'nishiki lives' au, right? i often point out in that stuff that he has alot of nightmares from that period of his life. so, with the right motivation, i think he picks up drawing again as a form of therapy. he wouldn't see a shrink if you held a gun to his head but, this? it's actually something that works for him and helps him quite literally paint a picture of the things happening in his mind.

[maika-aika]

MY SAVIOR

Imma be real chat, idk how to write Sol so I'm just turning off my brain

☆: In which reader beats up bullies like an absolute baddie, making Sol fall in love with them even harder

★: Sol x gn!Reader

☆: Contains; Fluff, mentions of bullying, creepy men eugh, sexual harassment, reader beats them up dw !!, smitten Sol (per usual). I changed some of the main story plot for this fic so it won't be as boring to read lol

"Boo. This sucks"

You muttered below your breath, more than annoyed at the current events laid upon you. You thought that perhaps a small trip to the library would be fine, but as it turns out, your favorite seat by the window is taken by some random stranger.

Perhaps you should've went with Crowe after all.

Oh well, there's really no turning back now since you didn't quite ask where he and his group are heading off too, by the time you get out of the library they could be anywhere in the campus, making you waste even more time.

It would be nice to reclaim your seat, but talking to strangers was never your forte. I mean, sure, you can do it if it's necessary, but for small problems such as these didn't seem that important for you to step up, even though your main purpose was to stay and work in your favorite spot, such a small problem doesn't really require you to speak up and waste your breath.

A small sigh escaped your throat, opting to check out some books instead to pass the time, 30 minutes to be exact.

Dragging the tips of your fingers on every book's spine and reading their labels, taking them out of their shelves before dismissively putting them back again, looping around the library. Nothing seemed to catch your interest no matter what you do.

"Watch it, creep!"

A gruff sounding voice was heard behind the bookshelf you were facing, finally finding something that catches your attention, you took one of the books from the shelf to make a small peephole, making you able to check out what's going on.

Two guys, red and blue unkept hair with piercings on their ears and lips are found harassing another guy with green streaks of hair. It was obvious they were just causing unnecessary conflict out of sheer boredom and degeneracy, but the green haired guy didn't seem to put up much of a fight.

"Playing silent isn't very smart of you, guess I better make you cough out some spunk—!" A heavy blow was dealt to the victim's abdomen as he tumbled on impact with a groan, his misfortune amusing the two bullies as they inch closer and beat him up.

Bullies like them are the usual in this school. You can't really avoid them, like wasps and hornets. Sure, you felt pity, but two bullies mean nothing when they just keep coming back in different forms. Nothing you do to help matters. They're everywhere, and that's that.

But as you were about to walk away, you saw something shiny glint on the fluorescent lights of the library.

"...Is that a knife?!"

How they even managed to slip a knife on school grounds was beyond you. "Not yet talking, ah? Maybe this will make you spit out something, " the red-haired bully chortled, inching the knife closer to the victim's neck. "Something...bloody."

That's it, that's borderline bullying, that's just attempted murder.

You made your way to their area. Your knuckles knocked against the wooden bookshelves catching their attention as their furrowed glares dart towards your figure like predators. "Bullying? Aren't you too old for Hollywood clichés?" You snide in mock boredom.

"Pretty little thing, no wonder this fuckface has the hots for you" the red haired bully remarked with a grin, tossing the knife to his partner and staggard towards you, circling you like a snake, breathing down your neck. "Pretty face with an ugly mouth, why don't you scram and leave our business out of your cute little ass, ah?"

"Leave them alone!"

Eyes snap back towards the green haired guy, he bared a fearful expression, desperate. "It's me you're after, right?! Just don't hurt them!"

"Is he taking the blame for me?" you mused to yourself. Glancing to meet his red-orange eyes, he flinched at your gaze, not really expecting you to look at him. Yet you didn't see how his pupils dilate at the sight of you.

"So now you're talking? Perhaps you could be of use after all, doll" suddenly, you let out a groan as you felt his hand grab the roots of your hair and snapped your face upwards, forcing you to look at the ceiling. "Before we fuck you up, you're gonna watch us destroy your cute little girlfriend"

You flinched, feeling a wet sensation on your neck, was that his tongue?!

The green haired guy tried to run towards you, but a knife was held up against his neck, forcing him to watch you. He was shaking, he was pissed. How dare they lay their filthy fucking hands on your pure, innocent body?!

"That's it, look how helpless you are, can't even lift a finger to help your poor— Argh!" He buckled on impact, your shoe stomped on his own. Taking your chance, you turned around and swiftly grabbed his hair and banged his head towards the concrete. Then, you kicked his body towards the blue haired bully with the knife.

"Gh—?! What the fuck was tha— Hrrk!" The red haired bully hacked up a cough, stumbling to get up. "You bitch!" The blue haired lacky dashed towards you with the knife, but you deflected it by pushing his arm away from your face and hit his knees making him loose his balance and fall onto the floor, dropping the knife.

In a flash, you picked up the knife and grabbed the other bullies hair, tossing him on top of the other red haired bully. A dangerous glint in your eye was seen as you took one of the books from the shelves and raised it high.

"When you see me again, I suggest you run."

The book made contact to their skulls, it was heavy enough to knock them unconscious, sprawled all over the ground, one could almost mistaken them for corpses. Oh how you wished.

After all that's done, you sighed to yourself to clear off the adrenaline during your little rendezvous. Picking up the book from the floor and placing it back on the shelf, and pocketing the knife to report it to the student council later.

Finally, you turned around to help out the guy, but what you didn't expect is his gaze on you, not of fear or disbelief, but admiration.

His heart was racing, his cheeks are flushed, his fingers are twitching, it's almost as if he just saw an angel come to save him. He knew you were amazing, but to see it for his own eyes, to be the one you're protecting, to feel and expericen it first hand instead of his imagination sends shivers down his spine.

"Hey...you still there?"

He blinked out of his trance, vision still a daze. You snapped your fingers near his face to wake him, as he blinked and refused to look at you, a hue dusting his cheeks. "S-sorry" he muttered.

You raised a brow at his random apology "Dont say sorry when you did nothing wrong" you squatted down to his level, he was sitting on the floor with a pretty bruised up face, not to mention, he also has a ton of piercings too. You wonder why those guys would pick on him when he looks just like them, but with a different heart.

"...Are you just gonna stare at me?" Now it was his turn to snap you out of your head, his gaze still at you, but unlike before, he seemed more at ease, softer. "Ah, guess we both have a problem of getting stuck in our heads, huh?" You made light of the situation, smiling at him to ease the once tense atmosphere.

"Come on, it sucks staying on the floor all day" you stood up first and lent out your palm for him to take, hesitance flickered in his demeanor, as if he's contemplating if he's even worthy enough to touch you. A second passes and he's taken your hand.

Once he stood, you've come to realize how tall he actually is up close. "Are you okay? Nothing broken in you?" He shook his head to the side "Not really, just this nasty bruise, I guess" he sighed in annoyance "What about you? They didn't...hurt you in anyways either, right?"

His once soft gaze turns dark and dangerous, an ominous aura surrounds him making you laugh nervously at his sudden change of demeanor "Don't worry! Yea I was kind of harassed, but it didn't go too far!" You replied, flexing one of your arms "And not to brag 'n all, but I did beat them up anyways soo"

You huffed with a proud smirk on your face, giving yourself a playful pat on the back. A chuckle was heard from the male, as once again, that dark expression washes away at the sight of you.

"So cute..."

"What was that?" You leaned in closer to hear his voice better, making him flinch and instinctively look away from you again "...Nothing, you're hearing things" he covered his mouth with his palm, still refusing to look at you.

You stared at him longer before shrugging your shoulders and leaned away, now focusing on the bodies laying on top of each other. "You know...if taken out if context, they look like their cuddling each other" You muttered, placing a hand under your chin to think of a way on how to deal with this mess.

"Pretty good blackmail material if you think about it." His quip lights up a light bulb on your head, snapping your fingers in he process which startled the guy a bit with your random snappy movements "You're a genius! I know just what to do know!"

You gave him a pat on the back and quickly started to shift the bullies into a position where it looks like they're cuddling and took out your phone to post it online, tagging everyone you know in the school, while also giggling like a child pranking their friends.

"Look at this! Those guys look pretty straight and the type to hate gay shit, so once people see this, it's gonna be nothing but public humiliation!" You exclaimed excitedly, jumping on your toes with your eyes shining and turning towards him "I have to pay you back for this amazing idea!"

He stared at you with wide eyes, still processing what happened before a smile graced his lips and a laugh reached his face. His cheeks are pink and his heart racing just by seeing your cute attitude over something so vile like blackmail and online revenge. "Jeez, never knew I'd meet someone so excited over online gossip" he teased.

"Oh hush, gossip is like a virus, it spread suuper~ quickly in a matter of seconds, kind of fitting for them don't you think?" You playfully nudge his chest which gives you an amused look on his face. You two were having so much fun you completely forgot about literal attempted murder.

"Nee, why don't I pay you back with some coffee? For giving me such good blackmail material" you smiled brightly at him, as if you did absolutely nothing wrong and totally didn't beat up two men into unconsciousness. That riled him up so bad.

Of course you're adorable, and by god was that so sexy of you to deal with bullies the randomly switching personalities like it's the most normal thing ever. He wanted to be with you longer. He needed to be with you longer.

"Sure, if that means I also have to pay you back with dessert for saving me" he quips, knowing your love for sweets, watching in adoration as your eyes lit up at free dessert and hastily agreeing to his deal.

"Oh! Let's get you fixed up first at the nurse's office, I can walk you there if you want!" You're too kind, too caring, too much for his heart to handle. He loves this, he loves you.

Oh how he wishes these moments of you would happen over and over again, but for now, he'll relish in your presence, admiring every single being of you. Worshiping his savior.

Eugh I feel like he's so OOC on this one HELP

[tcubunny]

switch!tzuyu x switch!fem!reader - “trying our best” (warnings: smut, praise, breast play, scissoring, clit stimulation, oral)

a/n: thank u to my pookie @soyeonsbabygirl for proof reading 🤗 first time writing for tzuyu, kinda nervy. i’ve had this idea in my head from the second i thought up this au. small issue that we’re going to fix with our imagination, as always: let’s pretend jyp is strict on hotel rooms and if the company placed/booked/whatever-the-balls two specific members in a room, they HAVE to the be ones who share it🙏idk if i’m lying ab the switch tags bc i think that’s what’s happening, but idk tbh. maybe if i feel generous in the future ill write a fic about how her and the reader ended up getting caught and what their punishment was. for now, much love and enjoy pookabutts😘

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“goodnight you two, don’t do anything you know you’re not supposed to.”

jeongyeon warns and gives you and tzuyu a kiss before walking to the door and shutting it behind her.

you and tzuyu are the best girls for your unnies, you never get in trouble. your notoriously great behavior has fully merited their trust, yet letting you two share a hotel room still seemed risky. everyone insisted that being alone with each other would be too tempting, but there was nothing they could do about it.

you both promised—specifically to jihyo that you would sleep on separate beds, and wouldn’t try anything, and you plan to follow through on that promise.

“are you tired?” tzuyu’s voice bellows throughout the room. “i guess.” you get up and lock the door before walking to the other bed. “well, goodnight.” tzuyu turns off her bedside lamp and lays down, draping the covers over herself.

“goodnight.” you do the same as her and get comfortable. you close your eyes, trying your best to clear your head, but you’re far too hyper-aware of the fact that she’s right next to you. you really wouldn’t dare disobey the others, but it’s all you can think about.

the minutes rush by and you still can’t manage to fall asleep, completely immersed in your less than holy thoughts about tzuyu. you toss and turn, but nothing works.

“y/n, are you asleep?” you hear a murmur in the dark and turn to face tzuyu’s bed. “no.” there’s a few seconds of awkward silence before tzuyu speaks up again.

“i know we said we wouldn’t, but do you want to sleep with me? i just feel so isolated.” you think about it for a second, you desperately want to say yes, but you know you can’t. “tzuyu…”

“please, they won’t find out. the door is locked and they have no other way of checking on us.” she is correct, there’s no way they can find out unless they enter the room, which they can’t do if the door is locked. and you always lock the door when you’re in a hotel; it wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

“okay…” you get up and walk to her bed, hesitantly joining her under the covers. you turn away from her, too scared that you won’t be able to control yourself if you face her. you both say goodnight again and the deafening silence returns.

falling asleep is significantly more difficult now that tzuyu is right next to you. you can feel the warmth emanating off her body and you want nothing more than to turn around and kiss her. you can also feel your own warmth stretching from your flustered cheeks to your aching core.

“i can’t sleep.” you’re jolted out of your trance of sorts by tzuyu turning on the light. you turn to look at her and she sits up against the headboard, so you do the same. “me neither.” you reply, trying to hide your reddened face.

“i’m bored.” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “me too.” you look around the room, trying to think of something else to continue the conversation. “you think the others are asleep?” she exhales before answering. “let’s think critically here, none of them can keep their hands off each other.” you look down at the floor. “yeah…”

you both sit without saying anything. having her so close but not being able to touch her how you want is absolute torture. you bite down on your thumb as a weak attempt to distract yourself, but it doesn’t work in the slightest.

you look over at her, head tossed back on the bed frame, eyes closed, and arms inside her shirt. you’ve never been one to make impulsive decisions, but your desire for her completely takes over.

“tzuyu…” you call out, inching closer to her. “wha-“

you crash your lips into hers, cutting off her sentence. the kiss is slow and sends heatwaves straight to your core. her lips feel amazing, you swear you’ll never be able to separate from them. you let your tongue wander inside her mouth and she gladly takes it in. you entangle it with hers, lifting your hand to cup her face.

she pulls away and you whine in frustration. “we can’t.” her actions greatly differ from her words; she tugs the collar of your shirt towards her and continues kissing you.

“why not?” you repeat the pattern of pulling away and going right back to the heated kiss every time either of you speaks. “we promised.” “they won’t find out,” you pause your sentence to keep tasting her “like you said, the door is locked.”

it appears you’ve fully convinced her as she pulls you closer and makes you straddle her. you let your hands get lost in her hair as she grabs your face.

you can already feel a pool of slick collecting on your underwear while you’re squirming on her lap. the air in the room suddenly feels hot and your clothes start feeling like a burden.

“take off your clothes.” you instruct, getting up to do the same. you toss your things to the side, not caring where it lands. you watch as tzuyu rips everything off and crawls to the edge of the bed to sit.

you admire her body with a smirk before pushing her down and getting on top of her. the truth is, neither of you has any experience with being in control, but you’ll have to make do.

“you’re so pretty.” you whisper in her ear, moving your mouth down to her neck. “you’re so pretty.” you kiss her chest, making sure not to leave any new marks that the others could notice.

you gradually move lower until you reach her tits. you take one of the into your mouth and she lets out a loud moan. you slap your hand over her mouth to shush her.

“nayeon and jeongyeon are right beside us, do you really want them to hear?” you take your hand off and she brings her own hand to her mouth, urging you to keep going.

your mouth goes back to her tit, sucking and biting it gently. her choked moans make your pussy drip, you can’t wait any longer. you replace your mouth with your hand and tap on her thigh. “can you spread your legs?” “mhm.”

she does so and you swing one of your own legs over one of hers so that your pussy is directly aligned with hers.

you look into her eyes waiting for approval to go on, but she just pushes your hips down instead, making your soaked cunt collide with hers. you almost scream out from the feeling, but bite down on your finger to stop yourself.

you gyrate your hips, twitching slightly every time your clits touch. “you’re so fucking hot.” tzuyu coos from beneath you and pulls you down to her lips. you moan and whine into her mouth, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

you no longer care in the slightest about how many rules you’re breaking, the only thing on your mind is how amazing tzuyu sounds.

“you feel so good, tzu.” your sentence comes out hurried and broken, the feeling of tzuyu’s pussy on yours messing with your senses. “hm, thank you.” an inebriating smile adorns her lips as she responds. one of her hands remains placed on your hip, pushing you down against herself. you lean back, resting your weight on your hands as you brush your hair back.

“faster.” she hums while digging her nails into your skin. you whine at the feeling and speed up, making tzuyu reflexively thrust her hips up.

“shit, don’t stop.” her back arches as she pleads with you. “i wouldn’t do that to us both.” you giggle and bend down to meet her lips.

you can feel your muscles beginning to contract and hold onto tzuyu’s hand against the mattress.

“i’m so close.” you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. “hm—me too.” hearing her weak whimper is all you need to reach your climax. you fiercely hold tzuyu’s hand as your hips shake, silencing your moans with her lips. you don’t stop until you see her body tense and she lets out a string of profanities with her orgasm.

when she completely finishes, you let yourself fall down on her chest, completely slumped. you both lay there panting without moving until your heart rates settle and you regain your composures.

“you’re incredible.” she traces your lips with her fingers and you look up at her. “i pay attention.” she laughs at you, pushing you off of her to get on top of you.

“it’s my turn to show you how well i pay attention.”

your eyes widen at her remark, you didn’t think she could sound any hotter, but somehow she does. she kisses down your neck, going past your chest and all the way to your stomach. she plants a kiss right above your core and your hips jerk forward.

she stands up and pats down the edge of the bed for you to sit. she then kneels in front of you, opening your legs with her hands. you can feel the slick pouring out of you, she looks absolutely ravishing on her knees for you.

she kisses your thighs as you stroke her hair with a smile on your face, completely drowning in how beautiful she looks.

she looks up at you and dips her tongue between your folds, already earning desperate moans from you. her tongue moves with great agility, sucking your clit and pushing into your entrance every time she passes it.

you give her feedback in the form of hushed whines and whimpers, still very aware of the people on the other side of the wall.

“does that feel good?" she asks in a sweet, innocent voice, the contrast between her actions and her inflection adding to your arousal.

you whine and arch your back slightly, pushing tzuyu’s face further into you. she chuckles as she lets go of your clit with an audible ‘pop.’

“y/n, answer my question.” she begs with the same tone and you look down at her, a dangerous glint painted on her eyes.

“hm,” your attempt at answering comes out as a moan and your cheeks redden as you feel tzuyu’s laugh against your pussy.

"i think,” you whimper into your own hand as she pushes her fingers inside you. “i think you can tell, ah fuck.” she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you while her lips wrap around your clit.

it doesn’t take long for the edges of your vision to glow white, you orgasm hitting you without warning. you grab a fistful of tzuyu’s hair, holding her in place. she eagerly swallows every bit of sticky white fluid pooling out of you, allowing you to fully come back from your high.

you let go of her hair when you realize how hard you were holding onto it and she stands up. “i think i won.” she teases, coming closer to sit on your lap.

“oh, it was a competition? in that case, i think i’d like a rematch.”

[mixelation]

ummmm more parenthood 2, which is now titled "motherhood and other world-alerting endeavors"

i know i want to do a six year time skip, and also i want to keep the format of the first scene being naruto's POV, but im debating how i want to introduce what kushina has been up to. so..... idk, this might get rearranged

also i decided to kill hiruzen off last second so NO i do not know who hokage is!!!!

*****

“Um…” Naruto's dad said, looking around them. They were out in a forest, with trees skinnier than the ones Naruto was used to climbing around Konoha. There was the sound of birds, but no bustle of city life that Naruto was used to hearing when he went into the stretches of forest in Konoha. 

Minato’s grip on his hand tightened. “Dad?” Naruto asked. 

Minato grinned down at him, looking sheepish like he did whenever he was about to tell Naruto he’d accidentally burned part of dinner or that they had to go do boring work. 

“We might be a little lost,” Minato said. “Here, let’s take a water break, and I’ll figure out where we are.”

Naruto was pretty sure half the “water breaks” his dad made him take were just so Minato could figure out what to do next. During training, they occurred suspicious frequently after Naruto admitted he didn’t understand something about doing ninja stuff, and then his dad wouldn’t drink his own water and just frown into space like he was thinking really hard. 

Naruto took his water anyway. He was a little bit thirsty. His dad closed his eyes in concentration, which was new. 

When Minato didn’t immediately explain what was up, Naruto decided to make a game out of throwing his water canteen into the air and catching it. His first toss was really easy, so he threw it a little higher the second time. This one he fumbled a little but still caught. So then, he threw it as hard as he could, and it went sailing away from him. 

His dad snatched it out of the air. 

“Naruto, be careful with your things,” he said absentmindedly, tapping his chin in thought. 

Minato handed Naruto his water back, and Naruto rolled it in his hands. 

“My Hiraishin network,” Minato said slowly. “Is… still not right…”

“Hiraishin?” Naruto asked. Hiraishin was his dad's cool teleportation technique. Were they going to do it again?

“Remember how I put markers everywhere?” Minato asked, and Naruto nodded. “I can, um, sense where they all are. So, I know Konoha is two days south, but the network of markers is wrong for my Konoha, and it’s also wrong for your Konoha, and I think we’re in… Grass Country, for some reason.”

“Huh?” Naruto said. Basically all he understood was that his dad had messed up and stuck them in the wrong country. His dad didn’t seem panicked though, so Naruto wasn’t upset. 

Minato smiled down at him, and Naruto could basically see the gears in his head turning to try explaining it again to Naruto. His dad was kind of lousy at explanations the first time, but he always tried again and again until Naruto understood. Naruto liked that about him. 

But then, instead of explaining, Minato’s face suddenly went super serious. He scooped Naruto up into his arms, rotated, and threw a bunch of kunai into the trees. 

A woman jumped out of the trees. Naruto didn’t think his dad had been trying to hit her with the kunai at all, as she didn’t have to dodge or anything, and a bunch of the kunai went sailing into the branches of the trees. 

She had bright red hair tied up on top of her head, with a few strands down to frame her face. The red head hair made Naruto think of his mom, but this lady had a pointier chin and higher cheekbones, whereas Naruto’s mom had a round face like him. Her gray eyes went wide at the sight of the two of them. 

“What the fuck is this?” she swore. 

“Uh, hi!” Naruto’s dad greeted. “Umm, we’re just passing through… no need to fight or anything!”

The lady seemed really angry though, and she threw a kunai at them. Naruto wasn’t scared though, because his dad could dodge anything. And he did dodge— one second they were on the forest floor, and the next his dad was squatting in the tree branches behind the woman. 

Minato didn’t attack back. 

“Naruto, get on my back,” he murmured, and Naruto obediently crawled up and onto his back. 

The lady didn’t immediately jump up to attack them either. There were a bunch of gold chains on the ground when they’d been standing, and they disintegrated into dust as the woman whirled around. 

“You’re a decent copy, I guess,” the woman said. “Does this mean you idiots figured it out? Well, good job!”

She made the hand signal for release, and her face and hair changed shape. Her hair was only shoulder-length now, and her face rounder. Her eyes turned a darker shade of blue-gray. 

Then she leapt up, aiming a kick at them, and Minato absolutely did not dodge. 

xXx

Kushina was pissed. Instead of finding the normal team of Konoha-nin out to find her, she instead found some idiot pretending to be her late husband. As if that would work on her!

She and Kasumi were still trading off, going on these missions, and she was wearing Kasumi’s face just as she always did. She dropped it quickly. They must know it was really her, to send this despicable trick at her. 

Plus, she was going to kill him. The kid could go— why were they sending someone so little?— but this man was going to die. 

She wrapped his legs in chains, tying him to the tree branch he was squatting on and aimed a kick at his chest. She didn’t know how he had faked hiraishin, but she’d use this attack to monitor what he was doing without him being able to use the element of surprise. 

He didn’t dodge. His face had gone all pale and sweaty, his eyes wide with shock, and Kushina hit him dead in the stomach. He hunched over, and the the little boy looked up at her with big blue eyes, and Kushina wouldn’t hurt a kid that tiny, but she needed to steady her footing before she fell out of the trees, so she reached forward—

The man disappeared, leaving her chains behind. He reappeared two trees over, sticking himself to the trunk right over where one of his fake kunai had embedded in it. He was outright shaking as he doublechecked the little boy’s monkey-like grip on him. 

“W-wait, Kushina,” he started. “I’m… you…”

He hiccupped. 

Is this idiot crying? Kushina thought, eyes scanning the canopy for where else he’d tossed kunai. This was right out of Minato’s playbook, and also, how was he faking that? There was no point using her chains until she could figure that out.

“Dad?” the little kid asked, unafraid but clearly confused. 

An alarm went off in Kushina’s brain. The kid really did look like… except, no, this was a trick, another one of Konoha’s psychology ploys to make her come back. 

“Kushina,” the man said, and his voice sounded exactly like Minato, exactly the way he used to say her name.

She was, maybe, hyperventilating.  

“Stop it,” Kushina yelled. She grew her chains from the trees now, grabbing at the three pronged kunai. “He’s dead, you sicko! Just leave me alone!”

“No, no, let me explain,” the cruel fake spluttered. “Kushina, please—”

She grabbed at his arms and legs with her chains, and he teleported again, except she tossed all his marked kunai into a pile of the forest floor so she knew where he’d go. She dove at him, tangling him in chains again and aiming for his stupid fake face with her kunai. 

The fake Minato teleported about three inches back, right out of her chains, and grabbed at her wrists. He’d left the kid in the tree, clinging to a branch, and without the little boy to worry about, he fought her hand to hand. He didn’t seem to want to injure her, though, and Kushina had always been physically stronger than Minato, and this fight should have been hers, except her vision went completely blurry from tears. 

“Kushina,” the lookalike— the horrible mean trick— insisted, grasping her hands in his. “Kushina, listen to me.”

And then he recited his wedding vows to her, secret promises Minato had made to her in the privacy of their bedroom that weren’t for anyone else to hear. He said them with the same soft blue eyes he’d had the first time, the same wetness as tears welled in them, because Minato was a lot of things and one of those things was a crybaby. 

Kushina went limp in front of him. She did nothing to fight him as he spoke and held her hands with all the warmth they’d had when he’d held her for the first time, even though she knew this couldn’t be real. She didn’t deserve for this to be real. She stood there, frozen and useless as she’d been the day she lost him, listening to him explain time travel to her. She stared down at his hands. They were the same as before, the same size and shape and feel on her hands. 

And then she looked up, at the little boy now scaling down the side of the tree. The boy blinked back at her, with eyes as blue as the lookalike’s. His hair was the same as Minato, but his face… 

Kushina couldn’t breathe. 

“Dad, what’s going on?” the boy asked, jogging over to them. “Why does she look like mom?”

Mom, Kushina thought, sinking to her knees. 

“Hold on, Naruto,” the lookalike told the kid, and then he knelt down right with her in the underbrush. He re-explained time travel to the boy, slower and for a little kid’s mind, and Kushina barely processed anything he was saying because that was her son. 

“Kushina,” the lookalike interrupted her thoughts. His hand was firmly on her shoulder, holding her back. She’d reached for the boy. 

Kushina felt a brief flicker of anger. How dare anyone keep her from her son?

But he was right, wasn’t he? He was right the way Minato was always right when she worked herself up, a calm to her storm. Naruto was her son, but he didn’t know her. She couldn’t just grab for a child who didn’t know her. That could upset or confuse him. 

Kushina took a deep, shuddering breath. 

“Dad,” Naruto said, hopping from foot to foot nervously. “Is that… is she really…?”

Minato smiled at him, and it was like being able to breathe after six years of drowning. 

“That’s your mom, Naruto.”

Kushina could not just fling herself at a son who didn’t know her. But she straightened her back and threw her arms apart, letting him make the first move. If he didn’t want a hug, if he were shy or uncomfortable or afraid, she had to respect that, no matter how much she wanted to just hold her baby boy. She was going to love Naruto exactly how he needed to be loved. 

Naruto tackled her, his little arms flying around her shoulders. She wrapped her own arms around him, as tight as she dared, and his little legs went around her waist. She fell back on her butt with her energy, laughing. 

“You grew so big,” she laughed into his hair. 

“I’m six!” he said proudly into her shoulder, his face buried in the fabric of her shirt, his voice muffled and barely audible. “Going on seven!”

Kushina pulled him away, setting both her hands over Naruto’s cheeks. They were so pudgy, just like hers had been. Really, he had Minato’s hair, but the shape of his face was all hers. 

“Let me look at you,” Kushina said, drinking in the sight of him, finally letting her brain process what she’d seen before. Naruto’s eyes were the exact color of Minato’s, and his cheeks had cute little whiskers, just like Mito’s notes on the Kyuubi had said they would. He seemed a little small for six, but Minato had been a little pipsqueak until puberty too…. 

“Naruto,” Kushina said very gravely. “I can’t help it, you know. I love you.”

Naruto giggled, and she pulled him back against her chest for another hug. 

Minato hovered awkwardly over them, and Kushina didn’t know what to say to him, about this impossible miracle. She wanted, desperately, for him to wrap his arms around the both of them and tell her the last six years had just been a nightmare, and they could all go home to Konoha together. But she’d also read Tobirama’s theories on time travel. This wasn’t really her Minato or her Naruto. Naruto reacted like he’d never met her, but for all she knew, Minato and his Kushina had had years more together before something happened. 

She gave Naruto another little squeeze and looked up at Minato. He was crying too, even as he bent over them, because apparently every Minato was a giant pansy. 

“Um, sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Are we being attacked right now?”

“Oh shit,” Kushina swore, on her feet in less than a second, Naruto still clutched in her arms. Right. Those guys. The guys she’d come out here to fight in the first place.  

“Mom said a bad word!” Naruto yelled, delighted. 

“Naruto, ignore that,” Kushina said, the words coming out of her mouth in a jumbled mess. Too many things were happening right now. She didn’t know how Minato would react to her being attacked by Konoha, or her explanation for it, and she didn’t want Naruto being exposed to violence so young—

Minato put himself between her and Naruto, back fully to her even with nearly seven years of distance, and Kushina felt the prick of tears at her eyes. He still trusted her. 

She wouldn’t make Minato fight Konoha-nin, and she wouldn’t let Naruto witness death before it was necessary. The second she had exact locations for her pursuers, she activated her bloodline limit with a twitch of her hand. Gold chains yanked them from the trees, wrestling them to the ground and pinning them down. There. Harmless and mostly unharmed. 

In front of her, Minato relaxed. 

“They’re Konoha?” he said, face swiveling around to look at her curiously. 

He didn’t look suspicious or upset. Just curious and a little confused. 

Kushina would have liked to break this to him more slowly, with more time to explain what had happened, and maybe not in front of Naruto. But she also wasn’t the type of person who backed down from tough conversations. 

“I left Konoha,” she said. Her voice sounded hollow in her own ears. “They disagreed with that.”

Minato frowned, and she could see fifty questions forming in his big brain. 

Before he could voice any of his questions, Naruto asked, “So this Konoha is evil too?”

Kushina stared down at him. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Minato pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your Konoha wasn’t evil, Naruto,” he said. 

“What do you mean?” Kushina repeated. Were this Minato and this Naruto from… different Konoha? How? Why was Naruto in an “evil” Konoha? He seemed okay, warm and solid in her arms, but she knew what Danzo had wanted to do to her, what any number of people might have done if Sarutobi’s protection had slipped—

“But they have to be evil if they’re fighting mom,” Naruto replied. “She’s a hero! You said!”

Kushina felt her bottom lip quiver. Her? A hero of Konoha? No way. 

Naruto pressed his cheek against her shoulder again, making some face up at Minato that she couldn’t see. Whatever Naruto’s expression, it made all of Minato’s serious attitude collapse in a little smile. 

“Okay,” Minato said, his eyes meeting Kushina’s. They’re as blue as Naruto’s. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I was…” Kushina’s hand went up, cupping the back of Naruto’s head. He was big enough to be in the Academy, so he was big enough to hear this, at least. “I was going to kill them.”

She met Minato’s eyes grimly. She had no idea what his context was, she realized, but he was wearing his Hokage cloak. She assumed he’d probably argue with her over this, but she wasn’t going to lie to him or pretend to be ashamed. She left Konoha for good reasons, and Konoha disagreed, and now every once in a while she had to kill Konoha-nin over it. 

Minato spun a kunai in his hand, and Kushina refused to look nervous about it. 

“Alright,” he said, smile broadening. “Naruto, you remember our conversation about this, right?”

Kushina watched, stunned, as Minato turned back around, to face the four ninja she’d caught. A second later, they were dead. No further questions asked; Kushina had said something, and Minato had gone along with her. 

“But…” Kushina started.

“I assume if you left, there’s something wrong in Konoha,” Minato said. The kunai disappeared, and he turned back to her. “Let me guess— Danzo?”

“No, I… I killed Danzo,” Kushina said flatly. 

To her surprise, Minato laughed. 

[nvoirs]

Idk if u do smut but imagine being leons coworker that he flirts with and like, he spots you at a bar??? Like him walking up to u and offering to buy you a drink???? Idk if this makes sense my brain kinda just jumbles my thoughts

Disclaimers: F.O.S (field operations support) is the same sub area Hunnigan works, basically reader is an operator, fingering, missionary.

Note: So I was originally not going to do this request as I have something similar here (It's not the best though, because It was my second ever work written) but I just went ahead with it. And btw my whole account is smut lmaooo.

An ice cold drink and a comfy place to sit was just what you needed. After a long and exhausting day at the F.O.S telling relevant information to random agents you’ll never speak to again.

You smirked as you picked up the glass in your hand, shaking the ice that clinked inside as you thought of that one particular agent.

Leon was definitely something. He was outgoing with his flirting remarks that you had just assumed he was single. Maybe you’d shoot your shot one day, who knows?

But that’s when you remembered you had some important files that needed to be sent off to your boss before you got chewed up and spat out. Groaning you buried your face in your hands.

Someone called your name making you turn confused as to who would be here that you knew at this time of night.

Speak of the devil, that it was none other than Leon himself. You called out a hey and waved him over as he sat done in the chair opposite you.

“Why’re you all alone here, pretty girl?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the side. “Pretty girl? I’m nothing but that right now today was so hectic. My job consists of yelling at dumbasses who half the time ignore my words.” You rubbed your temples, eyes rolling at the thought.

“Well I guess I’m one of those dumbasses, huh?”

“Oh I didn’t mean you Leon… you're definitely not a dumbass. I actually enjoy working with you.” You mumbled the last part but he heard it.

“Oh yeah you do? I mean all the ladies who assist me do so why don’t I buy you a drink?”

He leaned his elbow against the wooden table, chin in hand waiting for your answer.

“Not that I don’t like you Leon, but I don’t think I should drink anymore because I have to drive home.” You rambled.

He was so close, you could feel the effects of his words on your flushed skin. He looked infatuated with you, you weren’t sure why. Why? You were extremely boring, you had nothing to offer but you didn’t want to let go of Leon.

Maybe you could make him yours just for tonight?

And maybe you were both tipsy and you’d both wake up tomorrow morning and realise this was a mistake. Somehow you shared a sweet kiss while still sitting at the table, his hand held yours as he just couldn’t get enough of your addictive taste.

Don’t ask how you made it home, but with a little surprise of Leon on the side. As soon as you fumbled for your keys, feeling Leon nuzzle into the nape of your neck, hands tight around your waist shivering at the warmth that rushed through you as he pressed you to the now closed door making out with you harder.

Rougher, faster and stronger. You pushed him to your bedroom door and he groaned at the sight of your bed. What a lucky man, getting to fuck you straight in your bed. A private space where you had masturbated to the thought of him so many times that you’d lost count.

Call yourself a pervert, but you knew Leon was definitely doing the same. Why had you waited this long for this? You were missing out and you gripped onto Leon’s arms as he pulled down your jeans, seeing the white underwear you had on.

So thin. So delicate. Easy to rip and that’s what he did. The lack of sheer control had gotten to Leon’s head. Pulling the now ripped panties of your bare legs, inhaling them deeply like a perverted teen he tossed them aside as he spread your legs wider.

“You're so wet, did I do this?”

You nodded moaning as Leon rubbed a finger from your clit to your hole, the friction was building and all you wanted was for him to bury his thick fingers inside you. To make you his, and have you screaming his name.

But this didn’t feel like one of those cliché one night stands you see on tv.

No. This was romantic in a way. You felt the passion coursing through the part where your bodies met. Where he was fully sheathed inside your warm, wet cunt.

Huffing above you he looked like an angel that had fallen from the heavens. An angel that made out with you under the moonlight his name falling from your lips like a prayer over and over again.

100% was not thinking of og re4 in this case..

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

hi okay so idk if your reqs are open rn (if not oops im really sorry) but pls plsplspls could you do svt with a socially exhausted introverted s/o (just coups if not svt) (this is totally not based on me and how absolutely tired i am of social gatherings) please only do it if you are inspired and have time! Dont force yourself!!! Also lysm youre doing great

ABSOLUTELY I will do this for you (also hi very rude of you to call me out like this, i am ur resident socially exhausted/overstimulated introvert gf) but since you brought up cheol I can't stop thinking about it for him and it fits so well! so here you go my lovely!! so: cheol with his socially exhausted s/o, or you can't filter your thoughts when you're peopled out and accidentally tell seungcheol you want to marry him (and maybe have his kids) gn reader, this is all meant to be comforting and cute, there are mentions of gambling at the beginning, pet names are used (baby, honey).

It's seven in the evening and Seungcheol has to settle a bet.

"Sorry guys. It's over." He throws in his cards, tosses some spare bills onto the table, and grabs his coat while the other boys groan.

"You owe me $50," Vernon says in English to Joshua, who shakes his head in disappointment.

Seungcheol decidedly will not be telling you about how the guys had bet how long you'd be able to last at your social engagement before texting him to come get you. Almost nobody had had any faith in you, and Seungcheol privately hoped they were right because you'd been so busy lately and he'd been missing you, but he knew that you'd be grumpy about people betting against you.

He's almost giddy, skipping to his car and humming along to the music as he drives to come pick you up, but that all changes when he sees you. Normally, not even your introverted nature can keep you from lighting up when you saw Seungcheol, but all you can manage is a tired smile and a wave as he pulls up to the curb where you're waiting.

"Hey baby," you call to him as he hops out of the car to open your door. "How was game night?"

"Boring," he says, wrapping you up in a hug, partially because it's true and partially because he knows how guilty you'll feel if he tells you he was enjoying himself and you pulled him away. (Never mind the fact that he'd leave his own presidential inauguration just to pick up a flower you liked.)

Seungcheol feels you slump against him, and he chuckles. "Tired?"

"You have no idea." This has been a busy and demanding work week for you, not to mention that your family recently moved closer to spend more time with you, and while you're very close, your sometimes demanding social battery is drained, leaving you exhausted, more irritable and emotional than normal, and prone to long episodes of dissociation in public. Even now, you can feel yourself begin to tear up. "I'm sorry for stealing you away."

He sighs, exasperated. "Let's get my baby home to rest."

He keeps one of his hands in yours as he drives. "Thanks for coming to get me," you say as you lean against the side of his car.

"Of course, honey," he says, keeping his eyes on the road. "Thanks for calling me."

If there's one thing Seungcheol will always do for you, it's unconsciously erase all of your anxiety around being a burden. It was one of the reasons it was so easy for you to be around him -- you felt so safe with him. He never made you feel like any favor you asked of him was too much, and he always made it seem like such a privilege to love you the way he did, without you ever even having to say anything. It's this thought that has you smiling at his profile, watching him as he drives until he gives you an uneasy look. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply easily. "You're a fine man, Choi Seungcheol."

"Did you drink tonight?" he asks.

You swat his arm. "No, I'm just too tired to filter my thoughts. And my thoughts are saying that you're really pretty."

"You are pretty," he says quietly, smiling to himself. "But thanks."

"You're welcome," you say, settling back into the seat and closing your eyes.

By the time you arrive home, you're feeling calmer and less scattered. After parking in the driveway, Seungcheol comes around the side of the car to open your door again. "Can I carry you inside?" he asks hopefully.

"Now?" He's been asking this since you moved in together. "I'm okay, really."

"You look reeeeeeeeeeeally tired," he begs. "What's the point of all this gym stuff if not to carry you across the threshold of our shared residence?"

"Save it for the wedding night, Seungcheol," you tell him, and then the both of you freeze.

Because really, that is the reason you haven't let him yet. Of course, you hadn't planned on telling him that until much, much later, but once again, your social battery being on 5% has gotten you into trouble.

But Seungcheol doesn't seem worried -- in fact, he seems kind of...proud? "Okay," he says staunchly, his chest puffed out. "I will save it for the wedding night. Amazing idea, baby."

You groan as you take his hand to let him help you out of the car. "Forget I said that."

"Not a chance," he says. "Don't worry though. I know you're tired, so I'll wait until tomorrow to ask you about wedding colors."

"Shut up," you giggle.

Seungcheol ushers you into the house and locks the door behind him, following you into the living room where you collapse on the couch. He laughs at the way your face is smushed into the couch cushions before padding into the bathroom and starting the water. You listen as he bumps around the bathroom, too tired to move your head to look at him, but a few minutes later he comes into the living room and crouches beside your face. "Come on, honey," he says quietly, his eyes overwhelmingly kind.

So you take his offered hand and let him lead you into the bathroom, where there is a candlelit bath with rose petals waiting for you. "Is the water okay?" he asks, a little nervous as you test it with your finger.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

"You're perfect," he says softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your nose. "I'll be waiting in bed for you."

Seungcheol closes the door quietly behind him as he leaves the room. You, for your part, are once again wondering where you found a man like him as you strip down and slip into the warm water, letting yourself fully unwind for the first time in a week.

You stay in the bath for nearly an hour, but it pays off -- you leave feeling much less frazzled and drained. You're still tired, though, and you're sure Seungcheol can see it on your face as you enter your shared bedroom clad in your pajamas, because he opens up the covers he's already under and motions for you to come into his arms.

You comply, nuzzling your head into his chest like a cat with its favorite patch of carpet, and he brings a broad hand up to cradle the back of your neck -- the spot where he knows you get your tension headaches, which he massages for you on days like today.

"Feeling better?" he asks softly, kissing your forehead.

"Yeah," you say. "Thanks."

You just lay there quietly for awhile, relishing the feel of his hand rubbing firm circles into your neck. You appreciate that he refrains from asking about your night, knowing you may need some time to process before you'll be ready to talk about it. But you know he's wondering, so you decide to give him something, even if it's not much. "It was really fun," you tell him. "It's just been a long week."

"I know, baby." He kisses your forehead again. "I'm impressed with you for going and for how long you stayed. And it's good progress that you called me before you got too overstimulated."

You chuckle. "It was either come home or start throwing things and maiming people."

"You made the right choice," Seungcheol says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

The moment is so perfect you want to freeze it in time: this man with his arms around you, in the low light of the bedside lamp, and the way you can just be around him without any demands. Your damaged filter, on the other hand, has other plans. "I don't know what I'll do when our kids just want me to be around all the time," you worry aloud.

Seungcheol's arms tighten around you. "Our kids?" he asks quietly, and you cringe.

"I'm exposing myself majorly tonight," you say.

"No, no, it's alright," he says, obviously trying to conceal how gleeful he is. "This version of you is...something else. I really like it."

"I'm sure you do," you grumble, but you muster the strength to look him in the eye. "Just so long as we're on the same page, I don't really mind you knowing I want to marry you and have your kids."

"We are most definitely on the same page," Seungcheol states firmly, leaning down a bit to kiss you. "I was on that page forever ago, so I'm glad you finally caught up."

And as he kisses you again, you think that as long as you've got him to love you whether or not you're capable of controlling your thoughts, any potential bumps in the road you might experience will be alright.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy! Hand her over II😱😱😱

I see Omi as a very loving & doting husband. So i think Mikey will probably say some shit like you're too old to satisfy your wife (let's say his wife is younger than him) -spoiler that's not true

Or i see Omi or Koko to make a wrong desicion that was possibility cause Bonten some trouble. They managed to handle it, so Mikey probably demand to sleep with wife as a punishment.

Mochi - maybe his wife didn't know he was part of Bonten or Mikey just thought that his wife is too pretty for someone like him,so decided to feed his ego that not only Mochi can sleep with that gorgeous girl.

Or another idea, idk who exactly, but like drunk Bonten played a poker and the looser should give Mikey one wish (like they didn't know what he will ask for)

Anyway, can't wait for this work, it's amazing

THANK YOU OH MY GOD

THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING IDEAS

(Original requestor was @galactict3a so I'm adding them in this request!)

Hand Her Over II: Hajime Kokonoi/Takeomi Akashi/ Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: nsfw, dark content (gun themes, assault) Be forewarned all who read!

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost

It all starts with one little request. One small, simple question.

Takeomi Akashi

Takeomi's cigarette bobs in his mouth before he exhales, pulling the cheap tobacco and paper filter away from his face. Mikey is staring at him as if he'd asked Takeomi to borrow his right shoe, which - now that he thinks about it - he'd be hesitant to give him that, too.

"Y/n is not really keen on things like that," Takeomi mutters, placing his cigarette in the ashtray carefully. He stubs it out and then looks back up at Manjiro's empty gaze. "She's only ever been with me, so I'm going to have to decline on her behalf."

The look Mikey gives him is bored, but he persists. "She hasn't been with a younger man?" Takeomi frowns. "She's stuck with an old man for a lover. Shouldn't we see who the better one is?" Pride is something Takeomi tossed away long ago, but he feels it creeping back up at those words. "If I win this game," Manjiro whispers, placing a card in the burn pile. He doesn't even need to continue.

"No," Takeomi mutters back. "You won't. And she won't."

Takeomi thought he played a good game. He thought he would win. He really did.

"Baby," he whispers, scrubbing his coarse thumbs over your cheeks. "It's okay."

"Omi," you whimper, your glossy lips pursed into a pout. "I don't want to."

"I know," he replies, looking over your head at the aloof boss standing just off center. "But it's just one night." Even as the words come out, Takeomi can't believe he's saying something so heinous. Why would he allow his wife to be claimed by such a careless brat?

You look back at Mikey, and your entire body shivers. Mikey isn't really focused on you; he's more interested in his dorayaki. But even so...

"He's like a kid," you breathe, and tears come to your eyes. You don't get a chance to scrub them away before Takeomi is pressing you into his chest and letting you smear your makeup all over his shirt.

"Fuck this," he mutters. "Mikey, the deal's off. She doesn't want to." Manjiro looks up and frowns. He swallows before addressing Takeomi with that flat voice he likes to use when he tries to intimidate people.

"You'll give her to me or suffer the consequences." Takeomi moves you behind him protectively and proudly proclaims,

"Fuck you. You're not even half of what Shinichiro was if you think you can throw your weight around like this."

Something in Mikey changes, and Takeomi sees the switch flip. He has no time to move. Before you can stoop to help your husband, he's crouched over, the swift kick to the gut rendering him useless. He moans in pain, but Mikey's not done.

Takeomi isn't sure when the beating began or ended. All he knows is that he's in a lot of pain on the penthouse floor and at some point, he blacked out.

When he comes to though, you're bent over the couch, and Mikey has a fistful of hair in one hand. In the other, he's holding a gun to your head and huffing something Takeomi can't make out.

"...look at him..." Mikey mutters, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Look at how weak he is. Do you want a man like that? Hm?"

Takeomi's whole body is on fire, and he can barely get up, but when he hears your reply, he's rendered absolutely useless. You stare at him with tears collecting on your lashes and running down your bruised face and whimper,

"No, no."

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi laughs at Manjiro, then leans back in his seat leisurely. "I don't have a wife." Mikey stares back at him with a look that says he doesn't believe him, but Koko steeples his fingers and shrugs. "Tough luck."

"No wife," Mikey replies coldly. "Not even..."

"Don't." Kokonoi snaps, squinting his eyes. "Don't you dare mention him."

"I wasn't." The him they're referring to isn't in the room - he's not even in the same city currently - and Mikey sits down in the chair across from Koko's desk.

"Your... beard." It takes a minute for Kokonoi to get it, but when he does, he leans forward.

"She's not going to agree to be your plaything."

"Why? Is she too busy with Inu--" Kokonoi gets up and reaches across the desk, grabbing Mikey's shirt roughly.

"Listen, you slimy fuck, leave them out of this." Mikey glances up at Koko's reddened face and smirks, catching on to the plot a little quicker than he had anticipated. Koko clears his throat quickly and lets Mikey's shirt go, regaining his composure with a slow brush of his fingers over his white hair. Koko's thin fingers work to straighten his shirt, and then he stands up, exhaling sharply.

"If that's all you came in here to ask for, then you're not going to get it. Have a good evening, Manjiro."

Mikey gives him a lingering stare that seems to drag on for ages, but he finally gets up and leaves, shutting the office door behind him. Kokonoi stands at his desk for a brief moment to let the man fully disappear, then he scrambles for the phone in his desk drawer.

With shaking fingers, he dials the first number he knows by heart, and when he hears the voice that answers, a sigh of relief washes over him.

"You and y/n need to get out of the house... don't ask questions, Inupi. Just go. You know where the safe house is." Kokonoi hangs up, snapping the phone closed, and he gathers a couple of necessary items from his desk before heading toward the door.

He doesn't have long, but if all went to plan, he wouldn't need time. He'd just need his money, the passports, and a bit of luck.

Kanji Mochizuki

"You haven't told her, have you?" The muffled shouts echo in the large room, coming from both you and your husband. The orchestrator of the events stands before you, examining your face with a look in his eye that's unmistakable.

You'd seen it many times before - the look of hunger and lust - thanks to your short career as a runway model. Short, because you married Mochi, not because you weren't beautiful. Mochi never looked at you with the unbridled need to dominate you, nor did he have the capacity to bend you to his will.

But it seems he worked for people who did.

"Mochi," the man murmurs, looking away from you for a brief second. "You should have told her what happens to pretty girls who snoop around."

Mochi strains to scream past the duct tape over his mouth, but it's futile. Just as futile as tugging on the ropes that have you bound. A cloth gag is in your mouth, and any person with two brain cells could decipher why.

"Answer me this," the dead-eyed man states, stooping down to look at you. "Do you know what Bonten is?"

You do, but you shake your head 'no,' as a tear slides down your face.

"No?" The man blinks and trails a finger down your cheek, following its path with his lips. "He's a good husband for protecting you, isn't he?" You nod.

"He shouldn't have to watch this, should he?" You hesitate. "Or should he be rewarded for keeping secrets?" You choke out a sob, more tears sliding down your face. "The great Kanji Mochizuki," the man announces as if he were a ringmaster. "Brought to his knees by the one and only Manjiro Sano." Manjiro. You know that name. He squats in front of Mochi and roughly removes the tape from his mouth. Mochi is already spitting curses at him, shaking with rage at the sight of his boss lording over him.

"I'd watch your tongue," Manjiro warns. "Someone might feel the urge to take it out of your mouth." Mochi gathers up as much spit as he can in a millisecond and hocks it at Manjiro with enough force that it lands on his shoe. You tremble with fear. This could be the end.

"And with that," Manjiro mutters, standing. "I've changed my mind." Your eyes widen, but Manjiro places more duct tape over Mochi's mouth. "I don't want your sloppy seconds." Preliminary relief floods through your veins as you slump down, thanking whatever god was looking down at the moment.

"But I know someone who does." You stiffen and look up, just as a pink-haired man appears from the shadows, smiling widely. Your body feels like ice as soon as his gaze sweeps over you.

The scream Mochi emits past the duct tape is just as haunting.

[leiflitter]

about our saltburn boys, idk in what universe/timeline but i'd like to hear about their first proper date from you 🖤

So I am doing a minor bend on this prompt because at this point it's always the YAH!canon but look. Can you blame me? And if you want to read their INTERRUPTED first actual romantic date in YAHcanon, then behold:

Also, to the assorted Saltburnites out there... Feel free to send me art prompts, ficlet prompts, headcanon prompts, YAH questions... Whatever you want, I love answering em!

OXFORD, 2007.

Felix had a suspicion. It was one of those little niggly ones that you couldn't quite put your finger squarely on; a hunch, that was the word, and he'd been tossing it around in his head for long enough to want to act on it.

Oliver was, clearly, inexperienced.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Olls had clearly spent too much time studying, and had neglected his social education. Felix couldn't blame him- after all the stories about his parents, Ollie not being a Casanova was pretty much par for the course. If he had gotten a girlfriend back up in Liverpool, then where could he have taken her? Welcome to my house, it's full of rats and used needles would send any decent lass running in the opposite direction.

Ollie probably needed a girlfriend, too, just for a little bit. It'd be a learning experience. Even better, he and Oliver could go on double-dates with whoever his flavour of the week was. Felix's code of ethics regarding relationships was fairly... Lackadaisical, true, but he had morals. So, yes, he'd shag a girl and be her boyfriend until she got boring, but really... What did they expect? He wasn't about to look for a Future Lady Blabla Catton until at least third year, but this was groundwork. He wanted to find out which girls were the most bearable- and if he didn't go out with them, then how would he know? Besides, there were some right nutters out there. The ones who said I love you after a week, or went all doolally when he called it quits. Or ended up, well... Felix didn’t dwell on that, though. It wasn't his fault; if he blamed himself for everything other people did, then he'd never get out of bed in the morning.

Back to the matter at hand. Oliver Quick's love life, or lack thereof.

Oliver, inexperienced with the fairer sex; happy enough to shag 'em but not confident enough to bag 'em. Besides, he had it on good authority that Ollie wasn't shagging properly. He'd been eavesdropping, yes, but that meant it was far more likely to be true.

Oliver Quick? We hooked up... Well, sort of, he went down on me for ages, I think he was too drunk to get it up, but...

Why else would you do that, other than avoiding the main event? There was nothing in it for Oliver; Felix was a devotee to the snog, finger, fuck pipeline for a reason, and it was mostly because if he had his hand up a girl's skirt, she'd be giving him a little action through his jeans. Quid pro quo- and if she blew him, well, that was her choice, wasn't it? Didn't mean he had to venture down south and get his face all slimy.

Felix didn’t want to ask Ollie if he was a virgin, but he definitely wasn't fucking before Felix took him under his wing. Again, it wasn't bad, just... The first time was always a big deal, and Olls probably wanted to have an actual connection or something girly like that. Farleigh had agreed, slyly, smirking all over his face when Felix had asked for a second opinion. Farls seemed to think of it as somehow insulting; Felix almost thought it oddly nice. Ollie took things seriously, that was all. He probably wanted to do it for the first time with someone he loved.

That made Felix feel a little nauseous, but why wouldn't it? All that mushy stuff triggered his gag reflex. Besides, Felix didn’t want Olls to get all long term committed. He just wanted Oliver to get his dick wet, because he was a good friend and hated anyone missing out. Oxford was heaving with skirt; he didn't want Olls to have a reputation as an overly-licky limp noodle.

Said noodle was trying to focus on an essay while Felix lay on his bed and slowly deconstructed his crisp packet in the hope of finding some more crumbs of salt hidden in the creases. He jammed a finger into his mouth; nothing, more's the pity, and Felix let the packet fall to the floor as he wiped his greasy hands on his jeans. "Olls."

Ollie was ignoring him, but he was sitting a little straighter. Felix rolled over, resting his chin on his hands. "Ollie-Ollie-Oliver, earth to Oliver, s'terrible manners to ignore your host, mate..."

"Just lemme finish this sentence, Felix, then I'm all yours." Oliver lowered his head determinedly, pen scratching against his notebook.

"Oliver Quick, I know how long your sentences can be. You'll get semi-bloody-colons involved, and I want to ask you something."

Oliver sighed, put the pen down, then gave a cursory glance behind him before flopping to Felix's grubby carpet. From this angle his weird eyes looked awfully big; Felix smiled down at him, the plan firm in his mind. Train Ollie up, turn him into a proper Romeo by the start of second year, and then they'd have loads of fun. "Would you like to go on a date, Oliver?"

Ollie's face screwed up. "Y'wha?"

"Fuck off, not like that, mate, I'm not bent. But I bet you've never ever been on a date before, yeah?" Felix was using his most reasonable voice. "It's like Rocky. A training montage."

"I don't want to date, Felix. Got enough on my plate as is." Oliver was still all scrunched-looking. "I'm fine as I am. No montage needed."

"And that attitude is exactly why you need my help." Felix pushed himself up, crawling off the bed to jab Oliver's ribs with one bare foot. "C'mon. Off you trot, put on something nice. I'll pay- fucking starving, up for Chinese?"

Oliver went all floppy, like a recalcitrant toddler, before nodding, slowly hauling himself upright. "Fine. But only for free food. Don't get any ideas."

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Felix thought that Ollie might only have one nice shirt. It wasn't even a decent nice shirt, that blue plaid thing, but Felix had excellent manners. He'd smiled as Oliver begrudgingly opened his dorm room door. Now, seated across from each other at a two-person table, Felix was going to teach Oliver how to carry on a polite dinner conversation.

"I have to say, Ollie, the colour of that shirt really brings out your eyes." Felix shoved another complimentary prawn cracker into his mouth, giving Oliver his most attentive smile. Ollie took a swig of his beer, nodding slowly.

"Thank you, Felix. You look... You look lovely, too." That was coupled with a very grim little smile, and Felix shook his head.

"I told you, Olls, you've got to pretend I'm, y'know, a fit bird. Not me. Try it again, mate, with feeling this time."

Oliver sighed, loudly, before reaching over and putting his hand on Felix's wrist. The eye contact went from fleeting to intense so quickly Felix felt as if he'd been pinned to some metaphysical wall; Oliver smiled at him, dimples puckering his cheeks, going all squinty and bright. "You look lovely tonight, Felix."

"Oh." Felix blinked, and the glow faded from Ollie as he withdrew his hand, returning to his usual, friendly little self. "Christ. No, you- you've got that down, mate. Good job."

It was a good thing Felix wasn't a girl, else he'd have gone all giggly and flustered; a result which meant there was nothing Felix could teach. A shame, really, but after that it definitely felt a lot safer having dinner as mates.

[tulip-simp-artist]

Too Hot (Cove x Riley)(NSFW)

It's a hot day in Sunset Bird and Cove is a bit bored in the heat. A text and picture from his boyfriend gets him more worked up than it should.

I use they/them pronouns for Riley in this. Takes place during Step 3, so both are 18. You could probably replace Riley's name with your MC's if you want to read to that way.

Warning(s): Idk, Cove masturbating...

Word Count: 1169 (hehehe)

   Cove starred up at the ceiling from his spread out position on his bed, which had been stripped of all its blankets. It was far too hot and stuffy to even question laying on the blankets; nevermind being under the blankets. Groaning to himself, Cove reached for his phone. Time was passing slowly and he didn’t have work today either.

   On his phone, there were few messages from Miranda and Terri in the group chat. Reading through a few of them, it didn’t seem like anything Cove needed to respond to immediately. He moved on to his private messages with Riley, smiling to himself just seeing Riley’s name in his contacts. He typed up a quick message to his boyfriend. Cove was bored and text was probably the only thing that didn’t feel so exhausting.

Cove: Hey, what are you up to?

Cove: If you’re up to anything given this heat

   Luckily, Cove didn’t wait long for Riley to respond and his face lit up at seeing those three dots.

Riley: Eh– 🤷

Riley: Yeah I’m not doing much here. Just laying in bed reading

   No surprises there, that’s always what Riley does on overly hot days. Cove started typing to ask what his boyfriend was reading this time around, only to stop when Riley sent a picture. Cove smiled and felt his heart flutter as he looked at the selfie of Riley. Sure, there was nothing different about this picture than any other picture he had of them. Still it made Cove happy.

   Though Cove did take notice of something… off? The fabric of their chest didn’t have connecting sleeves, leaving Riley’s neck and shoulders bare except for a necklace. The fabric also reminded Cove more of a blanket than any shirt or dress Riley owned. He ultimately concluded that it was Riley’s blanket.

Cove: I know you like layers, but isn’t it a bit warm for a blanket?

   It was mostly a teasing text, though if Riley seriously thought they needed a blanket in this heat….

Riley: Hahaha very funny Cove

Riley: It is too hot, to the point I took off my shirt a while ago. Figured sending you a picture of my tits without warming might not go well lol

   Rereading that message for the third time, Cove’s mind continued to wander into dangerous territory. He didn’t need a mirror to know how red his face was at that moment. The only conclusion he came to was that right now his boyfriend was shirtless. Being so caught up in his head, Cove nearly missed Riley’s next texts.

Riley: Oh–

Riley: Shit, I’m so sorry Cove

Riley: I didn’t think before sending that!

Riley: Just uh– ignore I said anything

   How can he ignore that now?! If he thought it was hot in his room before— well, now he might as well die from the heat. The strain in his pants wasn’t helping. Cove knew he shouldn’t be thinking of Riley like this… it’s rude? Maybe? Creepy was probably a better descriptive. But he couldn’t help it! His dick had a mind of its own and his own brain was fried from the heat and this new knowledge Riley accidentally gave him.

Riley: I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable Cove

Riley: That was NOT my intention 😢

   He wasn’t uncomfortable— well his erection paired with the heat— but that probably was not what his boyfriend was referring to. Cove shakenly held his phone trying to type out a message to calm Riley’s anxiety.

Cove: No–

Cove: I mean I’m good

Cove: Just a little… stunned?

   Cove turned off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed. He– he needed a minute. To decide what to do. This erection wasn’t going anywhere if he did nothing, especially if he thought kept running wild like this. Cove knew his dad wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours. That’d be more than enough time for him to deal with… his problem.

   Cove sighed as he resigned himself to his new fate. Because he was not going to walk around with his body all worked up over WORDS! Riley hadn’t even actually sent him a picture of their breast and he was still all worked up. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he was over his own reaction.

   Frustrated, Cove pulled down his shorts and underwear enough to release his dick from the confines of his clothes. It stood fully erect and painfully hard. He groaned and questioned mentally if he was really going to do this… if he was being honest he’d definitely masturbated before. He just usually tried to keep Riley out of his direct thoughts when he did. (he didn’t usually succeed, but he was trying!)

   His hands shook and felt so sweaty as he grabbed the base of dick. A breathy moan left his lips as he started up slow strokes. Cove didn’t expect it to feel better than any other time he did this? He wasn’t doing anything different… except thinking of his boyfriend in the most deplorable ways he could. What would Riley think if they knew what Cove was doing?

   He didn’t hold in any of his moans as used his thumb to rub his tip and started spreading the precum down the side of his dick. Without much thought, Cove’s hand moved a bit faster; the other gripped the one piece of fabric still on his bed, his sheets. Cove through the side of his face into his pillows as he gripped his aching dick a bit harder. His mind wondered what it would feel like to lay his face on Riley’s breast…. He felt guilt of thinking like that, but also undeniable pleasure at the thought. His dick twitched as Cove thought more and more about his boyfriend’s breast.

   He felt a moment of shame as he got closer to his orgasm, but he didn’t let it stop him. A few more frantic, quick, strokes and several moans in between, and Cove reached the needed climax. Cumming over his chest/shirt that had rid up as he had been jacking off. Groaning once more, he buried his face back into his pillows; not caring how sweaty he was or the heat in the room. The embarrassment was too much and he decided to lay there for a few more moments before he’d start cleaning himself up.

   Cove knew he likely wouldn’t be looking Riley in the eyes for days. Maybe he should pick up a few more shifts at work to avoid them easier. Less he die of guilt and embarrassment on the spot. Bonus: Riley curled up on their side as they kept replaying what they texted Cove. They truly didn’t mean to admit that. The blanket being the whole point to avoid telling Cove it. Yet here they had fucked that up and contemplated throwing their phone at the wall; as if that would erase the evidence.

[pathologicalrunaway]

so, i wrote a thing. about alef. it's a tiny one shot with no beginning or continuation and it's filled with my headcanons. yeah. i don't have an ao3 so i'm gonna put it here

it's alef-centric with a (kinda?) unreliable narrator, a bit angsty and that's basically it. idk what to add here

oh and it also includes drinking. just in case

the text is below the cut

"Well, it happens. People fall out sometimes. And it isn't necessarily a bad thing. Or a good one. It just is."

Silence follows. They will be grateful, next morning, when arranging blurry memories in their head into a more or less logical sequence, that they weren't too drunk to loose their ability to lie, and regret having drunk enough to start talking too openly for their own liking.

"Talking to birds again? Still an islander, as I see."

Their interlocutor immediately flies away, scared by the new voice.

"Not anymore," Alef mutters, still in bird language: a nice way to keep secrets from eavesdroppers. Though they wish they had a method of doing so that would not include being seen as an islander.

The railing makes a screeching noise as the other figure leans against it, shifting their weight. They are as graceful as always, and Alef wishes they were not.

"You should get it fixed, you know."

"Why? Too much work for a place only you use. Not a wise investment, eh?"

Their eyes start to travel lazily over the details of the other's attire while waiting for an answer. When it becomes clear there will not be one, they change the topic.

"Drinking from the bottle? Gross."

Their hands reach the bottle and stay there for a second before Alef passes it with a quiet sigh. They take a swig directly from the bottle, too.

"Where's your sibling?" Alef asks, their eyes darting to the bottle only to set back on the sunset.

"Down there. Being the responsible adult and doing your job," — they play with the bottle, "they asked me to tell you we're cancelling your coronation if you disappear like this again."

"Cancelling my coronation? After all the money we've spent? Not sure they're the responsible one here."

Sah laughs a little as a small smile creeps onto their interlocutor's face.

"You've not been yourself the whole evening," Sah adds after a pause, rocking the bottle on the railing with a finger, "What's got into you?"

A sigh. They'll regret this. Maybe they already do.

"You know perfectly well I hate all the smiling-waving-looking-pretty thing. It's exhausting and, frankly speaking, boring as hell."

"I doubt there's a single person in the whole constellation who enjoys it. It's crucial though. Especially now," they move a step closer and pass the bottle back, "the more you smile-wave-look-pretty, the less people will doubt you when you're king. We've already had enough rumours about your incompetence when you became prince. People thought you were too young."

A humourless laugh.

"Weren't you one of those claiming crowning me had been a mistake?" a smile that does not reach their eyes. But they have got good at hiding it.

"Ah, well, it was a long time ago. You've proven to be more than suitable since then."

Suitable for what? Tossing around like a ragdoll? Alef thinks bitterly, bites their lip a little in order not to say it out loud. At least soon they will be king. Two more weeks and they will be the one standing above the elders. Their opinion will be the one to matter. They will be the one bossing around.

"What of Daleth, by the way? Did they agree to participate in the ceremony?"

The bottle slips out of their hand and almost falls down from the balcony. This misstep almost costs them their entire façade that they have been crafting cautiously for years.

"Stars, how much'd you have?" a shadow of worry crosses Sah's face. Alef isn't there to notice it, too busy trying to regain composure. They have an excuse, at least.

"Not that much," not enough, "I guess it's just lack of sleep. Been really busy lately."

Sah hums in acknowledgement, giving up on their attempt to establish eye-to-eye contact with the person next to them and turning to watch the sun go down as well.

"Did Daleth agree?"

"No. Some things have come up in Isle."

"Well they attend at least?"

Only to keep up appearances. They hate confrontation and public conflicts. They would not dare create a drama.

"They'll try."

"Good."

They stand there in silence for a while. Alef grips the bottle with as much force as they can apply without breaking it. They are grateful they are wearing gloves: the white knuckles could have given away their inner turmoil.

But then they remember the reason why they have to actually wear gloves and they are not grateful anymore. Just tired again.

They did not even ask. Did not have to: Daleth would not agree to participate. Would not agree to them becoming king. To any of their innovations. And all because two workers had died in an accident.

But then again, they were old. They did not see beauty in progress. They did not see how it could — and did — improve lives. They only saw that it made birds change their migration route and caused the unfortunate death of two innocent miners.

Yet they ignored the death of half a dozen innocent children, Alef thought with a tinge of unwanted sorrow as six faces emerged in their mind.

They had to squeeze their eyes shut and wait for the screams to fade away.

"Need a lift home?" Sah asks as night starts painting the sky dark blue. "No point in going back now that the event's almost over. I'll take the burden of being yelled at by Mekh in your place. You can use our portal if you don't want to make a fuss."

A moment of hesitation.

"Thank you, but I won't be going back to Isle. I decided to settle in Eden."

"Already?" they ask in disbelief. Alef does not blame them: they are no less surprised themself.

"Yeah. The castle is mostly ready. I don't see why I should dawdle. It's only two weeks to the coronation, after all."

Sah watches them, as if trying to read their expression. Unreadable.

"Good old teleportation then? Not too drunk for it?"

"Good old teleportation."

Alef turns on their heels and concentrates, as a while semi-transparent beam of light appears in front of them.

"Tried to keep it secret, eh?"

A tired smile that would have been a scowl if they did not know better how to behave around elders. Including the ones close to them. Closeness is a tricky thing when it comes to elders.

"Too early for a sensation."

"Yeah, you're right, I guess. Good night."

"Good night."

They step into the beam.

"Tell Mekh the alcohol's shit."

They know it is the kind of thing that will make Sah laugh.

"Glad to see you're back to normal."

They do not answer. They have forgotten a long time ago what normality feels like.

The beam transports them to their new home, big and cold and empty. With no birds, no childhood memories and no beautiful sunrises. But it is a reasonable price to pay for a better future, both for them and for the whole kingdom.

They trip over a stone while going up the stairs, swear in bird and feel sick immediately for doing so.

They go back to Valley to grab another bottle to make the night more bearable.

It does not help. Not really. But they have got good at hiding it.

[twipsai]

heyoo! just wanted to say love your rewrite comic of sonic forces!! tis very cool :)

if you don't mind me asking, is anything else going on in this rewrite which you could let us know about? or tis a secret?

ok first of all this ask, the two reblogs you added tags to, and the comment you left literally made me wanna write so much more for this rewrite you have no idea. genuinely such a large motivation burst TYSMMMM

SECOND OF ALL! this rewrite is kind of vague rn, i have an idea for a four or five chapter fic that takes place in the month gap between forces and idw, but (glances at my 2/3rds finished wip thats 32k words rotting in my gdocs) well. im trying to finish something else for the time being, so i have no idea when thats gonna happen

in terms of actually rewriting forces itself, i have quite a few ideas for it but not a lot of concrete things written down -- my main problem with the game, especially after fully playing it (5 hours of my life fucking WASTED), is that it is simultaneously such a serious story, but doesnt take itself seriously in the slightest -- you have, on one hand, Sonic being tortured for six months in a tiny prison cell, but on the other, you have Sonic walking out of there completely fine and it's never acknowledged again. you have, on one hand, two teenagers leading a resistance in a war, but on the other, you have those two teenagers acting bland and uninteresting the entire time. theres so much that could have been done with this story, but instead of grabbing hold of that spark, the writers, instead, decided to write something bland, boring, and worst of all, disingenuous. this is worse than writing something thats bad, in my opinion.

my rewrite takes a lot of notes from my buddy Chip's rewrite called Reinforced (which theyve only really posted about on artfight here), so much so that sometimes i talk about them interchangeably lol, one of the biggest changes in the story is that Tails and Rouge work together. also Infinite is a much bigger threat, specifically to Sonic, and his death is much more intense

this might sound like a deranged thing to say but ive been tossing around in my head what i want Sonic to go through during his time in the death egg, whether i want it to be a white room torture sort of deal, or if i wanna torment him with visions (illusions), so ive sorta been trying to figure out in exactly what way hes fucked up LMAO

additionally, like most other people, im cutting the avatar and Classic Sonic from the script -- theres something to be said about Sonic going through something that fundamentally changes both him and the world, and fighting that threat along side his younger self, but the source material isnt interested in exploring that, so im not either (i actually am, but not in this rewrite,,,, not in this rewrite.) and im cutting the avatar from this in favor of bringing Tails back into the story beyond him being scared and smart for like 10 minutes of the total runtime and then saying "true dat" at the end. i mean cmon!! he watched his big brother presumably die right in front of him! the unbreakable bond, well, broke! thats fucking important! Frontiers and IDW explored this, and i want to as well. its very interesting to me. and he should have been playable. i will die on this hill

also, Sonic doesnt get rescued at the start of the story, it happens wayyy later into the story (right before the climax probably). i hated how they found him practically two seconds after they lost him

a lot of this may be influenced by Sonic Forces Overclocked, which i have plans to play (once i have. free time), since ive heard a lot of good things about it and am very interested in the story it has to tell.

"wheres shadow" idk :( probably brooding in a cave i havent thought that far ahead

[scribble-brain-aced]

idk what i’m doing, but i have The Urge to Write and this is awesome, idk how to express how much i love this so here we go, if i make any typos, blame the fact i’m using my phone:

Pentious glanced around the town square in the same way one might look around before stealing a piece of gum.

Of course, that didn’t happen in Heaven, so the people’s ability to detect petty crimes had mostly eroded. That made it very easy for Pentious to casually stroll to the water fountain, and make a show of curling up innocently on the stone bench. He was simply sunbathing. Yes. That was all.

He discreetly reached into his pocket, hiding a small bottle in his claws. He glanced around guiltily, just as a final check.

Well.. it wasn’t a crime. It might even be GOOD. But he was on thin ice with Sera for giving her a bag of ice and telling her to “chill the fuck out.” (No pun intended for ‘on thin ice’.) Angel had taught him that one. Thank you, Angel.

He just thought that Heaven seemed a bit too.. calm. And innocent. First off, no way any place was THIS good. Hell was— by definition— bad. He regretting ever being born in his era, as it was honestly somehow worse than Hell. And Heaven was.. just fine?

Sure, he could play along with it. But what he could NOT stand was the peace. There had to be SOMETHING fun. Destroying or exploding things.. building.. he’d done a lot of the latter. But it was only 6/8 of the fun. The last 2 bits were for chaos.

He made one final check before puncturing the bottle with a claw and quickly tossing it into the fountain, wiping his hands on his jacket so no dish soap was left on him.

He watched, forcing an innocent look on his face, as slowly, the bubbles.. well, bubbled up from the fountain, churning and mixing the water and turning it a frothy white. It was impossible not to grin evilly— er, VERY ANGELICALLY— at the sight of the bubbles spilling over the edge.He scooted back to keep himself dry, before deciding that his spot in the sun was going to flood, and evacuated the bench to watch from farther away.

The steady flow of angels and winners slowed as they realized that the fountain seemed to be more.. thick than usual.

“Huh?”

“What’s that..?”

“Did someone do something with the water pressure?”

“Ooh, Emily’s switching things up a bit, cool!”

“Ugh, was that Susie?”

“Yeah, no, that was probably Susie.”

“Ugh, Susie.”

“Oh my gawd, is there, like, a plastic bottle in there? The hell, this is, like, Heaven?”

“PENTIOUS!”

Pentious froze. Oh, shit. That voice. That meant trouble.

“What did you do?” Sera asked coldly.

“In my defenssse,” he argued, “the children liked it!”

Sera narrowed icy blue eyes at him. “..Pentious. They are children.”

“And they liked it,” he repeated. “I only had to tell ONE of them not to drink it. The ressst just made snow men! Or.. bubble-men!” He paused. “..What would they be called, anywa—”

“I don’t CARE what they’d be called,” Sera interrupted. “..Bubblemen. But you contaminated a public fountain! And for what? What did that accomplish?”

“Pen,” Emily sighed. “I know you miss.. your old home.. but we can’t possibly make you Fall. That’s not somethi—”

“I was just bored!” Pentious protested. “And, well.. it was dish soap! Perfectly harmless. Sssso.. yay, cleanlinesssss..?” he tried weakly.

Sera’s eye twitched. “…You’re on thin ice.”

“You ssaid that last time.”

“I’m this close to quarantining you.”

“That was from last week,” the snake angel reminded her. “When I disassssembled the—”

“My sanity is hanging by a thread,” Sera sighed. “Does that work?”

Pentious paused. “..Have you tried lavender saltsss?”

“For Go— just don’t do it again,” the seraphim growled. “Or there will be consequences.”

Pentious glanced at Emily. She shook her head. He decided to say it anyway. “You said that two weeksss ago. Perhaps you’re growing soft,” he suggested lightly, “ssseeing as I haven’t yet Fallen. ..Please let me Fall. Please.”

“No. But this is your last chance,” Sera hissed.

“Even though it made people happy?” Pentious tried weakly. “And, um— cleanliness? Yay? And.. more entertainment for the little onesss?”

Sera scowled.

Emily hesitated. “..I mean.. I could see about getting a bubble fountain..” she mused.

The High Seraphim let out the sigh of an old mother who can’t deal with any bullshit anymore. “..Fine.”

Sir Pentious: *desires chaos in heaven but doesn't want trouble.*...*puts dish soap in water fountain so it gets full of suds.*

Hehe, clean messy

[louisvuittontrashbags]

Hi there! First, I love all of your fanfic, seriously. I love it how it makes me feel I'm there for real :D thanks for all the great job. I know it's been a while though, but I really have no way to get to a story I'm dying to read, it's a fanfic about Prompto sexting with his S/O I found in the Dirty FFXV Confessions blog. AFAIK is not listed in the Masterlist of this site and when I go to the other, it always tells me the content is restricted (I did try to unlock it but it wont work)

Idk when this ask even came in, but since UTW is basically lost to Tumblr Explicit Hell I had to dig deep into my documents to find this one. So I'll just repost it for you if you're still out there, anon!

Could i get a scenario where prompto’s SO is sexting him while they’re in the regalia with the bros? when they finally reach the hotel, prom cant hold back any longer- things get nsfw from there ;)

You look around the car, bored out of your skull and desperate for something to take your mind off of the mind-numbingly dull journey home. Another 30 minutes left… ugh. Gladio has fallen asleep to your right with his book over his face, and Noctis snoozes quietly with his head leaning against the window. Prompto is nearly asleep himself in the front seat, but you can see him clutching his phone. A naughty thought enters your mind, and you settle on your entertainment for the remainder of your car ride. You pull your phone out and begin to compose a text, muting the sound so as not to give yourself away.

Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.

You hit send and wait. Prompto’s phone buzzes quietly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He stretches for a moment, then unlocks his phone. You can see his lips moving as he reads silently. He chances a look back at you, then looks away immediately. You can see a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. His fingers fly as he texts you back. A few moments later, his response appears on your phone’s lock screen.

Yeah?

You squint at your phone. …yeah? Is that the best he’s got? Time to turn it up. You grin to yourself as you write your response.

Yeah… I’ve been thinking about going down on you all day. I miss the feeling of your cock in my mouth… your hands in my hair… the sounds you make when I take you all the way to the back of my throat…

Prompto’s phone buzzes again, and this time he carefully angles the screen of his phone away from Ignis. His body posture stiffens, as though he’s trying extremely hard to look casual. He puts his cell down for a moment, then glances at it again out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he manages to compose a response with one hand, all while doing his best to look as bored as possible. It’s adorable. His response arrives a few seconds later.

Fuck, babe… ur gonna make me hard, and Iggys gonna see. stop it

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and issue an immediate response.

Mmm… let’s talk some more about you getting hard. I wish I could just reach over the seat and take you in my hand, feeling you growing stiffer in my grasp as I stroke you.

Prompto shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him cross one leg over the other, then uncross them again. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his blush has deepened.

babe…

You know you’ve got him on the ropes now. You press your advantage.

I can’t wait to get to the room so I can push you down and have my way with you. I want to ride you tonight.

Prompto’s reply is swift.

im the one who’s going 2 have my way with u 2nite. be ready.

As Ignis pulls into the motel parking lot, you can see Prompto holding tightly to the car door, his knuckles white with effort. He nearly leaps out of the car, walking swiftly to the front desk and loitering impatiently as you all sort out your rooms. He all but tosses his bag into the boys’ room, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was following you, earning a few raised eyebrows from the rest of the group. You hadn’t exactly gone public with your relationship yet though you suspected the boys must have had some idea something was going on. Well they’ll probably know after tonight.

As you enter the motel room and deposit your bag on the floor, Prompto pushes into the room after you and swings the door shut. As soon as the door clicks in the latch you find yourself slammed against the wall, your boyfriend’s lips greedily devouring your own. You moan loudly against his tongue, praying your friends have already gone into their room. Prompto pushes his thigh between yours, and you writhe against him, grinding yourself against the lean muscle of his leg. His hands are everywhere, slipping beneath your clothes and seeking out your soft curves. He mutters against your lips.

“Think you’re so sneaky… like I wasn’t gonna catch up to you.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, relishing the feeling of his toned abs beneath your palms, but Prompto wrenches himself away from you immediately, fixing you with a glare that lights a fire in your core. He grabs your forearm and flings you handily onto the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

It’s rare that Prompto gets riled up enough to take control like this, but you love it when he does. You hurriedly shed your clothes as you see Prompto beginning to undress, but you only manage to get your top off before he dives on top of you, pinning your arms down at your sides. “Oh no you don’t,” he growls in a register that sends a tingle up your spine. He buries his face in your cleavage, bringing his hands up to squeeze harshly at your breasts underneath the cups of your bra. You can feel his rather impressive bulge pressing into your leg, straining at his jeans. When you reach one hand into his hair and give it a sharp tug, he groans loudly into your cleavage before climbing back up to kiss you roughly. “Mmm… pretty sure I said no touching.”

“You didn’t actually say anything as I recall…”

Prompto pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly. “You know what I mean.” He watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his pupils blown and his lids low. He withdraws his hand abruptly and plunges it down beneath the waistband of your pants, relishing in the gasp his touch elicits from you. You whisper to him, your faces only inches apart. “I could suck something else for you, you know…”

Prompto shakes his head. “Not tonight. I told you… after that stunt you pulled in the car… we’re doing things my way.” You arch beneath him as one finger slides easily into your sex, fisting the sheet in your free hand. Another long and nimble finger joins the first, and he begins to move in and out of you, biting down onto your neck as he works you. You can already tell the delicate flesh of your neck has bruised, but all thoughts of the consequences are driven out of your mind as he picks up speed. You can sense yourself hurtling towards your orgasm, but just as you feel it coming he cruelly deprives you of his touch, pulling his hand up and out of your panties and forcing his fingers back into your mouth. You let out a whine, but dutifully clean his digits with your tongue, the taste of your essence mingling with that of his skin. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down only far enough to free his cock, leaving them hanging off his hips.

You have to take a moment to admire the sight before you: Prompto bites his lip, pumping his length in his fist a few times as he looks down at you on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes quietly begging for him. He reaches down and pulls your pants down and off your legs, taking your panties with them. When he crawls over you you can’t help but shiver at the intimidating figure leaning over you. You adore Prompto for his sweetness, but these moments when he’s in complete control make you absolutely weak for him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he enters you, swallowing your moans and answering with a few of his own. Normally Prompto takes his time with you, but tonight he begins to move within you immediately, fucking you savagely. His hands grip your hips tightly, clamping your bodies together at the waist. He looks you in the eyes as he rams in and out of you, grunting his commands to you.

“Make sure you speak up. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“B-but Prompto… ahhh… the boys m-might hear…”

“Good… I want them to.”

He jackhammers in and out of you furiously, leaving you little choice in the matter of volume. His name tumbles from your lips in a gasping cry as he pounds you towards your release; when your orgasm hits you clench hard around his cock and shout his name so loudly you’re positive the entire motel (and a few surrounding buildings) knows just who gave it to you tonight. Prompto isn’t finished with you yet though; he pistons into you mercilessly, taking what he wants from you even as you lay spent beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on tightly, crying out with every thrust. As he reaches his peak he buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. His body tenses and he slumps down against you, letting you feel the full weight of his body on yours. Your bodies are slick with exertion, and you can feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest. All the tension has left him—he rolls down to your side, snuggling his head into your chest. When you put your arms around him he leans up to kiss you sweetly on the cheek.

“Um… sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Prom? You know I love it when you get like that.”

“The guys saw me go in your room… and we made so much noise. They’re definitely gonna know now.”

You tilt his chin up towards your face and give him a soft kiss. “It’s about time they found out anyway. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you… I want everyone to know.”

Prompto returns your kiss enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with his usual sweetness.

“Well that’s good… cause I think the entire block knows now.”

[beomglocks]

sleepover ; c.sb

summary : it's time to figure out where to sleep for the night. part 3 of dilf soob chronicles. send ask for more hehehe <3

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader

warnings & other : smut, oral-fem receiving, threesome(?), some fingering, requested, DON'T read if you're uncomfortable with age gaps, daddy kink, (i just got out of having this kink but it was requested so why not), dirty talk, some beomgyu (no incest), slight possessiveness, this ones for the dilf soob shooters, a bit of somnophilia, soobin possible brat tamer moment, idk lol , semi proof read

w/c : ~3000 (long for no reason)

“alright funs over kids,” soobin yawns as if he wasn’t just trying to finger you a half hour ago. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he stretches and you just look at the man beside you in bewilderment.

“kids?” you ask. you raise your eyebrow at him. it’s only about 1am which wasn’t too late for you. that and the fact that you feel like you were left bothered when soobin didn’t finish what he started earlier. you figure beomgyu wouldn’t be tired at this time either but soobin on the other hand-

you had to hold back a remark about him suddenly being so fatherly when it seemed like he was ok with fucking you right in front of his son earlier.

“yes kids,” he smirks. you hate that he’s teasing you right now. that was the thing about mr. choi that drew you in every time. one thing you had learned from being around mr. choi was that this man was a tease. perhaps it was because you were used to being around people your age who were much more straightforward with their advances but either way it made you want to do more and more.

you push those thoughts to the back of your brain for when the moment arises and hold back the urge to roll your eyes in front of his face. is this what beomgyu is used to?

“daddy’s taking his kids to bed, isn’t this fun,” he offhandedly says as he jokes with his son while you sit and wait for further instructions on where to sleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t hear him but what- did he just refer to himself as daddy? you didn’t know that hearing him say that would have such an effect on you.

if you didn’t know whether or not you had a daddy kink well this moment just confirmed it. what would it take to make him refer to himself like that again?

“daddy?” you blurt without thinking. shit- beomgyu wouldn’t think that’s weird right? you were just reiterating what was said. you could play it off as being confused as to why his “playful father” was talking to his clearly grown son in such a way.

soobin pauses and takes a while to turn to you. perhaps hearing you say that affected him too. daddy? saying it himself wasn’t such a big deal because he didn’t think much of it but coming from your lips made him want to hear it more. he could get used to that sound.

“yeah...” soobin thinks out loud to himself for a moment. he could make use of this. you think your heart or something else pounds at the way soobin is looking at you right now. he looks like he has plans to eat you out right then and there but you can tell he’s holding himself back.

“yeah, daddy’s gonna take his kids to bed,” his reiterates with emphasis on the word daddy and bed. “is that ok with you y/n?”

you nod silently, suddenly giddy at the thought of finally being alone with mr. choi uninterrupted for sure this time.

“where will y/n sleep?” beomgyu asks. “i think i have the inflatable bed still in my-“

soobin cuts his son off with a click of his tongue. “i can’t have two adolescents of opposite genders sleeping in the same room together, that’s controversial.”

you subtly raise your eyebrow at him. essentially your entire relationship, if you could even call it that, was controversial. however, you were interested to see how he would play this off. it’s clear soobin wants you to himself tonight.

beomgyu almost looks like he wants to speak up to shut down the mere idea of you both fooling around alone but mr. choi continues.

“i can’t just leave y/n alone on the couch in the living room, that’s not safe. since there really are no other spare rooms i guess she’ll have to sleep in my room?”

this was true. soobin thought ahead to a plethora of different excuses as to get you in his room without coming off as suspicious. he remembered that thankfully all of the junk they had during the move was shoved into various spare rooms around the house with no space or option of clearing out a room for guests.

“i will sleep on the couch,” soobin annouces valiantly. beomgyu takes a moment to process this and takes you a bit of time too.

you thought soobin would make some lame excuse about having you sleep on the floor in his room or something to have to you near him so you’re left dumbfounded and somewhat frustrated at his thought process. he’s gonna leave me alone in his room? wasn’t the point for us to fuck?

“that sounds fair,” beomgyu concludes. he doesn’t think much of it because why would he. his father is sleeping on the couch and his neighbor is sleeping soundly in a different room. no need to get suspicious.

“well, have a good night,” beomgyu gives both of you a tight lipped smile, mainly aiming it at you and you return it kindly. i sure will.

beomgyu strides off to his room, leaving you and his father in the living room. “my beds quite comfortable but let me know if you need anything else,” he says, setting up the couch as his makeshift bed.

you look down at it. yeah, he’s definitely taller than the couch so it will be a bitch for him to sleep on that throughout the night. “i need you,” you shyly mumble. you hear him laugh a bit and look up.

he’s still wearing his work clothes except the white collared shirt has some buttons popped off and his pants have become wrinkled and baggy from wear.

you move closer to him and start to unbutton his shirt for him so that he gets comfortable. he looks between both your eyes and smiles. you almost tiptoe to reach his mouth but steps away for a minute.

“ill meet you there,” he says as he starts to set up the couch for himself. you hold back a frustrated sigh and soobin raises his brow at you. typical teen behavior.

“i’ll be asleep before you even get to the door,” you mumble impatiently. “i’ll surprise you then,” he says. “don’t be a brat.”

you roll your eyes, walking away from him to head to where you’ll be sleeping which is his room. he watches you walk away with a shake of his head. what will he do with you?

in the meantime, he sets up the living space to make it look like he was sleeping for a while in case beomgyu walks downstairs or something. he would make it look like he was sleeping and woke up to get something from his room, simple.

he didn’t even know why he felt the need to sneak around his son. he was an adult and could do what he wanted essentially. he sucks his teeth trying to not think too hard about it at the moment.

once he’s done, soobin knocks on his bedroom door lightly. while waiting for you to answer he looks around the hall. he can faintly see beomgyu's light still turned on and wonders for a moment what he could still be doing awake.

he doesn’t have time to ponder on it because all he wants is you right now. he narrows his eyes back at his door when a couple of minutes pass with no sign from you.

why is he even knocking, it’s his room after all? did he need an excuse to be here? that was the point of having you take his room instead so that he wouldn’t need an excuse to be near you because it was his room.

he opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. he’s surprised to see you sprawled out on his bed, not waiting for him but instead fast asleep. he thought you were bluffing about being asleep before he got there.

he fully steps in, eyebrows raised at the scene.

soobin closes the door lightly, contemplating whether or not to lock it, he opts for leaving it unlocked. the lights are off except for a nightlight by the bed that he uses when he can’t sleep and decides to pop open a book to read.

the glow of the light hits your skin in a way that makes you glow despite the darkness of the rest of the room. he can’t take it, if he does nothing now he won’t be in a good mood for the rest of the time that you’re here. now is your guys' only chance.

he places a knee at the foot of the bed, cringing at the squeak of the springs, fearing they might wake you up prematurely. he pauses and waits to see if you’ve awoken but sighs when you simply turn your head over.

“y/n~” he sing songs lightly. his fingers dance around your body as gently as possible. his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve put on a spare worn work shirt of his over your braless chest. “y/n~” he calls again. “why are you wearing this huh?” he plays with the mismatched buttons, popping them off one at a time leaving you topless and exposed.

you shiver when the cold air of the room hits your chest but try to shuffle yourself deeper into the warm sheets. “are you gonna wake up baby?” he shakes you but you only groan in response.

“you should wake up...you’re getting a little too wet to stay asleep for long, what will daddy do?” he hums while rubbing your panties. he visibly looks bored, as if he’s waiting for you to wake up so he takes it upon himself to speed up your waking up process.

he slides of your underwear with ease and tosses them aside. lazily he runs his two fingers up and down your folds a couple times before pushing them in you slowly to get adjusted to a slow pace.

he sighs at the warmth and the quiet wet sounds coming from you. “please wake up,” he half pleads. at that moment, you unconsciously clench around him and he bites his lip looking up at your face. your eyebrows are furrowed but you’re still asleep from what he can see.

do you think you’re having a wet dream? soobin rolls his eyes. if you would wake up you would see that it’s, in fact, real. “baby you should wake up before i start to...” he removes his fingers before he leans down and places his lips where his fingers were. tongue stroking your clit and simultaneously going in and out of your pussy skillfully, he starts to get a little too into it when you moan quietly from your "dream”. he allows himself to moan into your pussy, gripping your thigh harshly.

“at this rate..” he stops for a moment to catch his breath and breathes heavily on your sensitive skin. “you won’t need my cock,” he chuckles to himself, licking his lips of your cum.

he suddenly feels his pink hair being grabbed and when he looks up from below you, he sees your eyes are slightly parted. “no~” you whine softly, referring to his recent comment.

he says nothing witty to this, only happy to have you conscious again. maybe you planned this or maybe you really were tired, he doesn’t care anymore. “no?” he asks as he gets himself ready, positioning & aligning his cock with your entrance.

“did you know that somewhere during the end of the movie your skirt had risen up? did you do that on purpose to catch my son's attention or was that a sign? where you so needy that you wanted to give me a sign to fuck you right there? maybe you didn’t want my cock maybe you wanted beomgyu hm?” he pushes himself into you and you grab his arm for support. ok. he’s bigger than you thought.

your still half asleep mind can barely comprehend what he's saying either. is he jealous? you didn't realize your skirt came up but now you're curious to know if beomgyu was watching you instead of the screen.

soobin had gotten you ready while you were asleep and you thought you knew what to expect when you saw his cock but you weren’t expecting it to take time for you to adjust his size. you think you hear soobin mutter the word "tight" but you’re too busy trying not to die.

he goes slow at first, mumbling words under his breath in frustration. "you would open your legs for anyone that even resembles me in the slightest, that’s just what a slut you are." he rocks his hips forward expectantly and it leaves you stunned for a moment. "you would take my cock from behind while choking on beomgyu's how does that sound? maybe we could make it happen? but then again that wouldn’t satisfy someone like you, huh," he taunts when you whine. you want him to shut up so badly but at the same time, it only made your pussy throb against him at the thought. now that he placed the image of a threesome in your mind, you couldn’t shake it. it was wrong, so wrong on so many levels so why did it turn you on? you weren’t even attracted to beomgyu in that way! maybe you really were a whore just wanting to be filled up even if it meant with soobin plus his own spawn.

"shh, do you hear that?" he covers your mouth his cum drenched fingers, cutting off whatever sound you might produce from slowing down. at first, you don’t hear anything other than soobin's heavy breaths in your ear. after a moment, the faint sound of grunting hits your ears. it takes you a while to figure out what that sound is and where it could be coming from but when you recognize the low sounds your eyes widen as they stare back into soobin’s smug expression.

“they grow up so fast~," he sing songs. "see what happens when you tease? he probably caught a glimpse of your panties when your skirt rode up and he’s going just off that, poor kid." he frowns, he rocks his hips teasingly. you squeeze your eyes shut, there's too much tension right now. "i wonder how he would feel if he found out his dad was fucking his neighbor?" he bucks his hips up into you and thankfully his hand is still covering your mouth or you would’ve moaned loud enough for beomgyu to hear.

“daddy please," you beg, albeit a bit muffled. "please what slut?" "please fuck me please" you whine pathetically. you try to move your hips to gain some kind of friction but he stops you. "aren’t you afraid beomgyu might hear? it would be bad if he found out what we were doing right now."

you can feel your throbbing pussy going numb with soobin’s cock just sitting there inside you so you have to be quick witted and play with his ego. even though he was a grown man and father he was still just a man. "daddy please,” you moan. if you fuck me beomgyu won't disturb us after he hears how good you make me feel? and if he does he’ll just have to watch and see how it’s do-”

short gasps of air leave your throat as it’s all you manage as he sporadically slams himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "stop thinking about beomgyu", you think he says. you’re not sure and you don’t care because at this point you’re too dazed to form a single thought. you for sure aren’t thinking about beomgyu, not with dick like this in you.

you think you hear beomgyu's pained gasp and chants of your name get louder but it could just be soobin. no, those breaths sound further away and deeper. you want to cry thinking about how beomgyu's deep voice would mix with soobin's lighter one. you can only imagine soobin’s grunts in your right ear as beomgyu whines in your left. it almost overstimulates you.

maybe beomgyu thinks both of you are asleep or perhaps you all are being so loud that no one can hear each other but you’re almost certain beomgyu is being painfully loud and obvious right now, as are you both.

soobin doesn't even try to hold back anymore as he leans up from his hovering position over you to hang his head back and full on moan when you clench around him for the last time. he pulls out and comes all over your stomach and chest, staining a bit of his shirt that you were wearing. you shudder at the feeling of being empty so suddenly.

"go back to sleep," he says, brushing his hand over your sweaty face. "don't worry, i'll clean you up and stay for a little while after."

the next morning is awkward, to say the least. seemingly all three of you wake up around the same time, soobin being the first one up to make breakfast for all of you. as you and beomgyu walk down the stairs together, beomgyu doesn’t bring up how he saw his father earlier walk out of his room after explicitly stating he would sleep on the couch or how he masturbated to you loud enough that he's sure you heard.

you’re only slightly at ease the beomgyu doesn’t mention anything about the sound levels of last night or the limp in your step.

you don’t remember much but you think it got to a point where you and soobin didn’t care much about how loud you were being and you were sure beomgyu heard.

you wanted to face palm at how this all turned out.

[iwannaban0nym0us]

ok explanation time (because who wants to do the last 2 projects i have left for the year)

so basically friday night when i wrote that first part i felt like complete and total shit about the breakup and realized i really do love them like romantically and then breaking up with me hurt like hell but at the same time all the happy moments we had had were absolutely worth the pain

so um then we texted a bit on saturday and it felt like how we texted when we were dating??? (i showed the texts to one of my friends today and they agree) the texting didn't affect the fact that i still felt kinda shit about not being their boyfriend anymore

and sunday we didn't really text but i saw a bunch of my friends and i had told 2 on friday what happened but i told another and i continued to feel like shit and it didn't help that one of the friends i told on friday was being super cute with her boyfriend (like making heart eyes at each other the whole time) and i know me and M (my maybe girlfriend) used to act like that

oh and on sunday i was also texting with another friend (who is friends w/ both me and M) and he is very good at getting you to reveal what's going on and so like i told them that i just want things to be normal between me and M but idk what that means now so he was smart and suggested that maybe i should talk to M about that

and now for today,,,, so this morning i felt uncertain, i had a bit of time before school, said hi to my friends, did a quick robotics thing, went back to my friends, and then one of my friends said they had candy so a group of us walked over to her locker (right by where M's friends hang out) to get some, and uh I made the decision to briefly say hi to M (well actually i decided to sneak up on them first) and it felt kinda normal, and like ok enough that during our free later that day i thought spending time w/ them was an ok idea

my first class is unimportant, after that i had a freeblock and so i went to the spot me and M usually go (since she has the same free as me) I was kinda hoping to talk to them then but there ended up being a ton of people around so i sat on the opposite end of the sofa as M (usually i would sit right next to them) and i got out my laptop and continued watching one of my old soccer games, and as soon as I did that M leaned over the blankets between us and was like 'is that your soccer game!!!' and so they watched the last few min of that game plus my pk save (in that game)

we also like messed around with a toy someone tossed them and i kept snaging it from them when they tossed it and then we found out a kid a grade below us is older than me so i got made fun of by M (who's older than me) and i shoved them a bit (in like a friendly way lol) and then we watched a bit of a game my team played that i missed and both of us were avoiding our english hw

at some point i got bored and decided to grab the box of legos and no one gave me any good ideas so i decided just to make a little house and once i was finished with it i showed it to them and then they gave it a front yard and then somehow that turned into like 30min of us working together to give it an all around garden and then the friend who i had been texting came and joined us and we spent another 15min the three of us giving it a pond

after that everyone besides the three of us went to lunch and then a minute after that our friend left and kinda implied to me that i should talk to M and so as they were about to head towards the door i was just kinda standing there awkwardly trying to figure out how to start the conversation i really wanted to have with them and they noticed and asked what was up...

ok um i realize this doesn't really explain anything and is very much ending on a cliff-hanger but this is already long and i need to do some of that english hw i was avoiding so i'll explain the like actually talking to each other part later

also uh i just found the perfect song???? 05410-(ん) by RADWIMPS we watch Your Name in japanese class last week and then listened to another song by RADWIMPS today so i decided to check out some random songs by them and i stumbled upon that song and it just fits how i feel so well

welp time for another one of those long rambley posts because well uh everything's fucking ending

fuckkkkkkkkkkk why does this have to hurt so bad

I tried so hard to avoid this, fuck, why am I back here

It hurts different this time but it still hurts, while i'm glad we didn't stretch this out over months fuck I was in love

oh btw i have no brain power rn so this is probably gonna be entirely incoherent and just whatever the fuck comes to my mind

so uh basically my girlfriend broke up with me and at lunch today, and like it wasn't a bad breakup and i'm really glad we talked because like i wanted to talk about how things have felt kinda off lately, and uh it turns it its because they now only have platonic feelings for me

i think like part of me knew this was coming, they broke up with their last boyfriend this time last year (because they realized they really just wanted to be friends w/ him) and this time last year is when i hit the point of no return w/ my ex and a bunch of things that happened then have happened now (soccer team disbanding partner/ex not going on the school trip)

and so like i've had the thought 'could i go back to just being friends with them' or 'should i just break up with them before they have the chance to hurt me like my ex did' spiral around in my head a bit but i never actually did because like they're amazing

but then there's the part of me the would dream of us lasting for years and was just so fucking happy w/ them and was about to tell them i loved them, i've been thinking it for months but i thought i was ready to say it to them,,, and then well,,,,

theres so many nevers now, like i never said i love you, they never came to one of my club soccer games, i never went to one of their vaulting comps, we nEVER WENT ON A DATE

fuck i wish i had gone to prom w/ them this year, skipped the soccer game that didn't end up actually happened and fucking dealt w/ the fact that my ex was there but i was too fucking scared to do either of those things

aaaaa i was trying so so so fucking hard not to let myself get hurt by a partner again, i waited a while to ask them out like i was certain i really like them and they liked me back, and then i took things very slow, we took a while to kiss, we never said i love you, i tried really really hard to test the waters and really make sure i could trust them before i fully committed my heart to them

and while i can trust them and they are an amazing person who still cares a lot about me, they still managed to hurt me because they don't love me the same way i love them, and i kinda thought they did, and maybe they did for a bit, but they don't anymore

ahahaha fuck this afternoon they added the song (redacted) by Leanna Firestone to their playlist,,,, hhhhhh,,,, just look at the lyrics,,,, it made me start crying again,,,,

ok well uh i think im gonna fall asleep sitting on my floor in the dark w/ my laptop on my lap so i guess i should probably stop here and go cry myself to sleep

if i have any time tomorrow this'll probably be expanded because uh my soccer team is also ending :D so i'm losing people i've played w/ for 5+ years and also i'm gonna have to come out to a new soccer team which is gonna just so great

[kunikinnie]

snow

featuring: Chuuya

tagging: @ravenina14 a/n: it's so cold tonight so yeah lol idk where this came from (and yes the last line speaks volumes about my current playlist)

Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, and even the daylight turned a fluorescent white from the curtains and reflection from the tiled floor. Your beddings, your blanket, and the fabric of your light clothing was white.

The air was stale and quiet, except for the repetitive beeping noise. It was like this for a second and then for a minute, until the same iteration played over and over again that no day seemed different from the other. All you knew and all you remembered was a white coldness.

That memory was being tossed around in your head – the one and only memory you felt you had. Somehow it was similar to your present moment, yet at the same time it bore no resemblance whatsoever. Why was it like that, you wondered.

The only little variety you saw was the glimpse of the outside world from the window. Sometimes it was bright, sometimes it was dark. But regardless of the hour, it was always white. You once asked the lady who also wore white if you could see for yourself the little falling white things, but she said it was too cold that your condition might worsen. Ah, so it was just another white coldness.

All was the same until that one day when a well-dressed man in a black suit stormed into your room.

“Y/N! Are you okay?!”

It was such a contrast to the world you were familiar with. He was like fire, from the color of his hair to the tone of his voice. It somehow melted a portion of your icy world.

“Hey, say something.”

His blue eyes stared into your own. They were so beautiful, you thought, but the emotion in them was so intense and numerous that it was hard to look at them for too long; otherwise, your world might melt completely.

His shoulders fell at your silence. Behind him you heard someone rush into the room as well – it must be one of the ladies clad in white. “So you weren’t lying...”

The crack in his lowered voice was like that of a flame suddenly being doused with water. It was painful, as if your own heart was being smothered.

“S-sir, please be more-“

“No, it’s alright.” You gazed once more at his wistful eyes. Sure, his entrance was a little too sudden, but it felt wrong to make him leave so soon. “I want to hear more from you...”

“Chuuya.” He choked. “It’s Chuuya.”

He sat down on the metal stool beside your bed as you gestured for the lady to leave you two alone.

“Do you... really not remember anything?”

You gently shook your head. That hazy memory of a white coldness wasn’t something you could say you recalled, you thought.

“At least you’re alive. Thank God.”

You smiled at the relief in his voice. Seeing him so distraught worried you so much. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, Y/N? I-I should be the one saying that, not you.”

Apparently, you had been working at the time of your disappearance. You and your partner had some mission that led you to confront some enemies in the mountains, but the situation become complicated and you two had been separated. Fortunately your partner made it back safe and sound, but you were nowhere to be found. What’s worse was that an avalanche occurred near the place you were last seen. It made sense now, that single “memory” of yours.

“But why are you apologizing if you weren’t involved?”

“Because I knew it was dangerous but I didn’t stop you.”

You laughed. You actually laughed. For a moment he was stunned at your reaction, but you clearly saw the corner of his mouth curve a bit.

“How’s that your fault? You’re so weird.”

It was getting dark outside, but the room you were in felt brighter and warmer. You just met him a few minutes ago yet you immediately felt comfortable around him, like you found a gentle warmth instead of a burning flame. But you didn’t exactly just meet him either, did you?

“By the way, Chuuya,” you began. “What were we before I lost my memories?”

His breath hitched at your question and his eyes fell onto your blanket. You thought you had said it too suddenly, so you rambled on. “I-I mean, you knew a lot about my job and you’re the first person who came all the way here, so I was thinking we were close-“

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. We were... close.”

The hesitation in his voice made it obvious that he was still hiding something, but before you could pry any further he stood up from his seat.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. That’s enough info for one day.”

One look at you at this time he was the one who chuckled before gently ruffling your hair.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry.”

Fortunately, he fulfilled his promise. Slowly bits and pieces of your past came falling like the white specks gathering on the earth – which you soon would learn was called “snow.” But it no longer was just a white coldness. Somehow, in it was a simple beauty.

So much still remained unclear and uncertain, but if there’s one thing you were sure of, it was that he would return to you like the first snow.