#chocolate-box girl x disposable girl

[giriliker07]

do ya'll fw disposable box

[abbyzenken]

aheM #2,

If you guys would like some more headcanoms.. then I will cook some up if I have time and motivation tomorrow^^

I think I wanna make it an all in one, so here is how I wanna set it up ;

•Chemical (since she's the newest girl) •Splitter •Taxidermy •Chocobox •Fainèant •Disposable •Caliber •Irreverent •For the fans of the non-girl, if y'all want her, then I can include X-faded despite not being a part of TPTM^^ like a little extra atleast

And if I don't wanna make it all-in-one, then I am just gonna put seperate headcanons and post them on certain dates^^;

Also skool starts for me in 24 DAYS. so,, plz expect me to post less frequently ^^; I'll try to find time tho

[things-that-weevils-do]

ive got it saved, here u go!!

hii! i have a question abt ur tptm group AU post

what is the instagram chocobo x disposable gay thingy u mentioned? i MUST know

FUCK OKAY SO

Cw for a "kys" joke

On Weevildoings Instagram some time ago (I never screenshotted it :() there was a post they made in a two-part story!! The first panel was disposable girl talking to Chocobo and Splitter and crying bc this friend?? O believe it was?? Was more conventionally pretty and she was experiencing body dysmorphia bc of it

And the next part was Chocobo having this long-as-fuck textbook rambling about non-conventional beauty and how someone could find it attractive (subtext was that it was Chocobo himself) and then next to it was Splitter Girl saying "if they're a real friend they would k//l themself so youd be prettier"

I'm so sad I never screenshotted it it was so sweet and a lil funny in a fucked up way. But yeah if I ever refer to that comic again I'm referring to this!!

[crookedteethed]

BIG SHOT polaroid | e.m.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Summary: In which you and Eddie have a picture book where you both store your sex pics. <3 💕

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, a little Smut (p in v), Oral (fem receiving), Praise kink, body worship(?), pet names, nudes

Word count: 1k

If you pushed past the mounds of dirty laundry intertwined with disposed candy bar wrappers and a few empty shoe boxes, underneath Eddie Munson's bed lies the picture book. 

The picture book was your idea, but the pictures themselves were all Eddie's perverted idea. 

"Lemme take a picture of you, yeah?" Eddie said, taking a break from his delicious never-ending assault on your clit. Your juices dripped down his chin, some droplets stringing the tips of his hair, his lips all red and puffy covered in slick, and his eyes a little crazed and tinted in admiration. 

He kissed the supple plush of your thigh in a diagonal line; your hands stayed grazing his curls, body supine on the foam of Eddie's mattress. Eddie's lips make love to your thighs, to your tummy, from your breast to your neck, and eventually to your lips; where'd you gotten to taste yourself for the first time.

Eddie quotes Shakespeare. "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry. Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." He says, glossy lips forming a smile.

"Lemme get a picture of you.” He asks again. “I want to savor my pretty girl in this moment," he says with that boyish smile and those adoring chocolate eyes.

Fuck, those eyes. Even if you were thinking of saying 'no' to Eddie, you simply couldn't. It was the way Eddie's eyes gazed at you every time you made contact. It was as if he was put into a dreamlike trance.

If Eddie had been a cartoon, his eyes and pupils would have turned heart-shaped.

You agreed to the picture, but just one.

Eddie sprung up from the bed, his naked pale body sprinting around the smallish trailer.

You hear a few thuds and ruffling coming from the next room. You imagine Eddie tearing his home apart to find his Polaroid camera.

When Eddie comes back, he returns holding a big-shot Polaroid. He says it was his mother's. He and Wayne don't use it often, so there should be enough film on it.

You try to sit up as Eddie crawls onto the bed, but he lightly pushes you back down, telling you you shouldn't have to move a finger, lie back, and be his muse.

You felt an uneasiness plummet in your stomach as you felt the cold lens of Eddie's mother polaroid aimed at your cunt; it was similar to the feeling you get when your doctor has to check beneath your folds for any signs of ovarian cysts or cancers at your yearly checkups.

And though Eddie had seen your bare cunt a multitude of times (just like your doctor), this particular time made your body shutter. Just as Eddie goes to snap the picture, he notices your sudden twitchiness.

"Hey," he says, palming the plum of your cheek. He lightly pecks your lips. "You trust me, right?"

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip; of course, you trusted Eddie.

"Good." He nearly mumbles, eyes fixated on your glistening folds.

Eddie resume.

The Polaroid covers half of Eddie's face. With his right eye peeking through the eyepiece and his left eye squeezed tightly, Eddie aims the lens close to your cunt.

He places his thumb onto one of your folds and pulls back on the skin, snapping the picture in one snap. Seconds later, the blackened photo ejects from underneath the film shield.

With a few anticipated shakes from Eddie, the photo started to fade in, and you and Eddie stared at it with wide bug eyes and gaping mouths.

It wasn't the fact that Eddie could date back to this photo and jack off to it later that turned him on. Eddie was turned on because you let him do it; it turned him on even more that you trusted him to do it.

It turned you on because there was something obscure about seeing another aspect of your body, other than your face, on a Polaroid picture. In a way, you felt like you were Eddie's personal playboy bunny.

"Can I take another one?" Eddie asked in a daze, just as you went to ask him to take another, and then another, and then another, until you eventually ran out of film.

Taking pictures of you and Eddie's naked bodies would become almost like an addiction to both of you.

It became a ritualistic practice for you two before sex, grabbing the Polaroid (which now rested on Eddie's bedside table, along with packs of film) and taking turns snapping pictures of one another mid fuck.

Eddie would take the Polaroid from you and snap a picture of his cock plunging into your tight wet cunt; once he has his picture, then you'll take the Polaroid and snap a photo of your foot pressed against his pelvis, just above his happy trail. The cycle would go on and on until you were both covered in Polaroid pictures and cum.

It gets to a point where Eddie's bedside dresser, the current home for your photos, gets filled up, and you both have to resort to putting your photos in a picture book.

Making the picture book would be fun for both of you. You would sit on the trailer's living room floor, surrounded by glue, glitter, and markers; it's like a little arts and crafts project.

It'd be nostalgic for you and Eddie to return to your first photos all those months ago until now.

Eddie gets that gooey mushy feeling, getting wrapped up in the trust and intimacy of the photos--love, he thinks the feeling is called-- watching you watch a picture of yourself with a mouthful of his cock, and scrapbooking secret photos preserved for just his and your eyes only.

Eddie wants to tell you he loves you but doesn't yet; now isn't the right time. So he runs to his room, returning with his mother's big-shot Polaroid camera, and takes a snapshot of you.

[pastelcatnip-x3]

She’s finally done! Here’s my TPTM oc, Parasite Girl!

She’s meant to represent imposter syndrome, and always feeling like you’re a burden to everyone around you- hence the parasite imagery, since she sees herself as someone who always takes and never gives no matter what anyone tries to tell her. Her style is based on 2020s Cutecore/Cutegore aesthetics, joifuku fashion, and yamikawaii! I love her so much and she is my new favorite little guy.

(It took soooo long to make her carrd page since I was basically going in blind T^T)

Bonus Headcanons:

She would be closest with Disposable Girl, Chocolate Box Girl, and Splitter Girl

Her MV would feature imagery of magical girl anime, anime figures and other cute collectibles, assorted bugs, and meat. She would be voiced by Vflower!

Her favorite food is strawberry mousse and chocolate crinkle cookies

She loves Super Sonico, and her favorite anime is Madoka Magica

She often spends a lot of time in the backyard observing different bugs

She likes to makes worms on strings into earrings

She has had many pet bugs over the years, and currently has a pet snail

Her favorite music genre is Denpa

She paints her nails so she doesn’t chew them

Her favorite official Vocaloid is Rin, but her favorite UTAU is Meaty-Chan.

She loves body horror in fiction

She plays an equal amount of horror games and cozy farming sims

WARNING! Her file is below the cut and contains a brief mention of a su!cide attempt and S/H, viewer discretion is advised. Her moodboard is also there, which has imagery of meat, blood, and insects.

[anyoneseenadam]

azriel x reader mates

slow dancing plzz that would be so cute

Pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

Warnings: mentions of scars but asides from that just pure studio ghibli inspired fluff

A/n: I had this idea agessss ago and then forgot abt it but this anon reminded me!! I used Home!Az for this but you don’t need to read the series to understand it I don’t think, it’s just for world building and stuff. I’m also linking the song I imagined for it :)) hope you enjoy!!!! (Also I’m too tired to proof read so sorry if it’s shit)

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You woke up to Azriel pressing kisses into your neck, his hands softly trailing along your body, so gently as if you were made of glass. You had been with him for almost a year now, the rings glinting on your hands when they caught the light, and the scars on your back no longer a weight. Instead something you showed freely, as a symbol of your strength.

You cracked open an eye and watch as Azriel lifted his head with a soft smile, a scarred hand coming to caress your face.

“Happy birthday flower,” he whispered and you giggled, kissing him deeply, no longer surprised at how easily the smile came onto your face.

“Mmm morning handsome,” you said, pushing up on your forearms as Az arranged the pillows behind you for you to lean against. He settled beside you before passing you a steaming mug of black coffee, picking up his own as he kissed your shoulder, the tip of one of the scars, your neck, cheek, and then finally mouth. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you snuggled into his side, sipping your coffee and sighing in content at the taste.

“Why are you up so early?” You asked, head tilting to look at him, swathed in shadows and with the light stubble you had come to find out grew back pretty much every third day. He ran a hand over his chin before answering.

“Had a couple things to prepare,”

“What are you preparing for?” You asked and he looked at you, horrified.

“Your birthday of course,”

“Oh yeah, whoops,”

“How did you already forget?” He asked frowning slightly, this was the first birthday he got to celebrate with you and he was determined to make it special but you didn’t seem to fully remember it was a celebration.

“It’s like 8am leave me alone,” you elbowed him in the stomach and he laughed.

“Actually it’s half seven but I’m on strict orders to have you at the town house by eight,” you frowned and he kissed you gently, taking your mug from your hands and putting it on the bedside table.

“But that gives me at least twenty minutes to make you fall apart.” He smirked wolfishly as he settled between your legs.

—

It was half eight by the time you arrived at the town house, legs slightly aching and Azriel smug as a thief.

After a slight telling off from Rhys, filled with warm expressions and then a five minute hug from Cassian followed by a ten minute hug from Mor, you were sat around the table. The plates in the middle were filled with pancakes and fruit, mugs of steaming coffee and glasses of fresh juice. There were flowers in the middle of the table and blue and gold balloons designed in an arch. You had cried when you saw it and had another long hug, this one from Feyre, Azriel and Rhys dragging you apart.

After you had eaten, head already slightly lighter from the champagne Mor had lovingly filled your glass with, you sat around the living room as you opened your presents.

You cried much more than you probably should have, overly emotional because of the kind family you had found.

Feyre had gifted you a long, sage green dress that you swore you recognised, she winked at Azriel as you opened it and you furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what they were up too.

You were given books, weapons, expensive jewellery from Amren (who decided you needed more than the crystals you kept around your neck) and enough drink to last you a lifetime, or maybe a week or two from the way Cassian was eyeing it up.

When you were finished opening your presents, none from Azriel who had sparkling eyes as he watched you, his family as in love with you as he was.

“I’m presuming you two are heading off now, what time will you be back do you think?” Rhys asked, waving his hand to dispose of the wrapping paper that was piled around you.

“We are?” You turned to face Azriel and he grinned at you.

“We are, but we’ve to get changed first. You should wear that dress,” he nodded to the green one in your lap and you smiled at Feyre.

“That’s a good idea, am I getting told where we’re going?” You asked and he just shook his head, standing as you laughed and went to hug your friends goodbye.

“We’ll probably be back around 7.” Azriel told Rhys.

“Okay well enjoy!” You finished hugging Nesta as Azriel wrapped an arm around your waist, winnowing you back to your home.

“Go get changed, you won’t need a jacket, I’ll meet you gear in half an hour,” he kissed you lightly before shoving you off in the direction of your room gently, and you giggled, excited to find out what he was planning.

—

Thirty minutes later you were stood in your new dress, your hair down and some simple brown pumps on. You saw Azriel walk towards you, holding a picnic basket in one hand as you gaped at him.

“You look so good, holy fuck!” You exclaimed, he was wearing his usual black trousers but had a loose, white shirt tucked into them, and upon further inspection an earring with a dangling emerald hanging from one ear, his face freshly shaven. “Since when have you had your ears pierced?” You asked and he laughed.

“Since yesterday, never trust Cassian with delicate things,” he joked and you furrowed your eyebrows, still confused what he was doing. “Have you got your phone?” He asked and you nodded, your phone, speaker and Polaroid camera tucked carefully into a bag you had slung over your shoulder.

“Perfect, let’s go,” he grabbed your hand and before you could ask where he was taking you he had winnowed the two of you away.

You took in your surroundings, tears forming in your eyes as you realised what was going on.

You were stood in a green pasture, the sun whinging brightly above you, a stream flowing past you and the ground completely covered in flowers. You turned to Azriel as you took in his outfit.

“I do listen when we watch movies,” he said as you let out a choked sob, “Now (y/n), may I have this dance,” he held out his hand as he took your phone from his bag, playing the theme from howls moving castle as you nodded, taking his hand as it came through the speaker you had brought.

He kept his wings flared behind him as he twirled you around, the dance fast but intimate, you felt like you were flying as he twirled you around, your dress floating in the breeze as he spun you gently. He lifted you above him at one point as you moved together, watching you with so much love before dipping you as the song ended, kissing you deeply.

When the song ended he wrapped his arms around your waist as your linked around his neck, swaying you slowly to the song. You could feel his heart beat against your own chest, interlinking you fingers and allowing the flowers that were surrounding you to grow and bloom.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his mouth as he grinned, kissing you gently.

“Happy birthday baby,”

He stepped back to the picnic basket and lay out the blanket and food, helping you sit down as you leaned against him, taking a Polaroid of the two of you and hiding it in the basket to let it develop while Azriel stared in wonder at the technology.

“Let me give you your presents.” He said in between feeding you chocolate strawberries and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“There’s more?!”

“Of course baby, gotta treat my best girl,” he pulled a selection of neatly wrapped boxes from another bad he had brought and you smiled as you bit into a bit of baklava.

You opened a set of of deep blue lingerie first, gasping at the intricate material and looking up to see him watching you with a devilish smirk. The you found a collection of books from his world he thought you would love, more candles and crystals.

The final box wasn’t wrapped like the rest however, instead it was a plain cardboard box that said ‘from pepper’ in black writing on the top and you gasped.

“You didn’t!” Your eyes were wide as he laughed.

“Open it!” He demanded and you felt your heart pound as you carefully opened the box, pulling out another glass box which contained Tony Starks arc reactor, the words “proof that Tony stark has a heart” engraved in as your eyes watered.

“I had it made after we finished endgame,” he explained as you leapt on him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, for everything,” you whispered into his neck and he kissed your head. Holding you tightly for the rest of the afternoon, red wine flavoured kisses on sun kissed skin. The two of you lay in each other’s arms, Azriel taking you apart slowly under the sun, then flying you over the hills as you squealed, gripping close to him as he dipped and twirled.

When it was finally time to retire for the day he held you closely, the picnic basket clutched in one hand as you balanced your gifts in your arms, kissing you deeply and winnowing the two of you home. You placed your gifts down gently on the bed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting gently upon your shoulder as he kissed your neck. You turned in his arms, facing him and kissed him again.

“I love you, more than anything,” you whispered against his mouth.

“I love you more,” you giggled at him as you pulled away, ready to spent the night with your new family, your beloved mate holding you close.

[peachyteabuck]

share our bed & eat at our table

summary: sudden behavioral changes in pets are always a reason to call the veterinarian, especially when they involve attacking other animals

pairing: maria hill x natasha romanoff x reader

words: 1374

trigger warnings: med fetish but...with a vet?, heavy pet play, gloves fetish, degradation, fingering (F receiving) 

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

“I don’t know what happened,” Natasha sighs, gesturing to you. You just cower, staring at the floor and refusing to make eye contact with either of the women who stand above you “Everything was fine-“

The woman – Maria Hill, if the name embroidered on her long white coat next to a DVM is anything to by -  hmms, typing something into the tablet she had brought. “Following commands, eating at the right place?”

Natasha nods, face painted with concern. “Everything – she was sleeping great in the bed you recommended, playing with her toys and really well with the pets of friends…”

Maria continues hmm, nodding along while continuing to tap away at the glass screen. Her ponytail seems to bob along with her, dark hair kept out of her face as she looks between the tablet and your owner.

“Just, perfect,” Natasha looks down to you once more as she chews at her nailbeds. “Then one day Carol was over with Wanda and they were crated together and-“

“That’s when she bit Wanda?” Maria looks up from the tablet.

Natasha nods once more, brow still furrowed with concern. “Yeah.”

The woman doesn’t say anything back for a long while, just hits a button on the side of the expensive piece of equipment so the screen goes black. She places it in the large backpack she brought with her, full of toys and tools for discipline. “Well, any change in behavior is something we take quite seriously. I’ll do a basic physical exam and then we’ll move on from there, okay?”

Natasha makes a noise of understanding but says nothing in return. Instead, she finds a seat close to your crate, sitting back as she watches Maria pull something out of her bag – treats: small chocolate candies, individually wrapped. They’re your favorite, sure to keep you in check as the visit progresses.

Maria crouches by the hot pink crate you’re placed in, carefully opening the latch so she can stick her arm in. You’re cowered in the far back, arms curled around your folded knees with your chin tucked above them; dressed in plain, solid cotton panties in a matching tank top and, most importantly, your collar. It’s the one you wear for playdates – not as fancy as your best collar but not as simple as your day one - pink like your crate and most of your toys with a matte white nameplate, Natasha’s Pet scrawled in thin black script. You’d been wearing it for about a day now, when it placed on you a few hours before the incident that had gotten you here.

“Hey little thing,” she coos, trying to gain your trust. She’s got nothing in her hand despite the clear Ziploc bag next to her on the floor, so you don’t move a muscle.  “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”

You, still, remain inert, watching the woman with wide eyes and whole body tucked into itself.

Maria reaches her further in to pet your hair, rubbing her fingertips over your left eyebrow. “Good girl,” she mumbles before pulling back and turning to Natasha. “Let’s get her on the exam table, I can do the full physical exam there.”

Maria pulls away, allowing Natasha to invade your space and grab at you, lifting you up and out of the room. You fight her, because of course you do, nipping and biting and kicking as you’re strapped to Nat’s special table, arms and legs spread after you were stripped of what little clothes you were wearing. The collar, though, remains in place.

You yelp when the woman touches you with the cold, matte black disposable gloves she had put on while you were being manhandled by Natasha, spreading the lips of your pussy with deft fingers. With the cuffs on your wrists and ankles tied tight there’s not much you can do; can barely squirm, let alone kick. You are completely at the mercy of the two women standing above you.

Maria makes the same hmm noise as she did before, as if she’s thinking deeply about her next action. “She’s absolutely dripping,” she coos, still tracing featherlight touches around your entrance. You buck against her, desperate for anything more than what she’s giving you now but no, you get nothing – nothing until either of them says so.

And it’s become obvious neither of them is willing to do that just yet.

“Such a pretty glistening little pussy,” she continues, trailing her other hand up and down your body. “Do you like that, puppy?”

You look to your owner, hoping for direction. Suddenly, the bratty exterior you had hidden under had melted away and you were back to following all the many rules Natasha had put into place for you. Most notably, you were never to speak to someone without Natasha’s express permission.

“Go on, puppy,” she says, allowing you the power of speech. A small smile spreads across her face at your obedience. “Tell Ms. Maria how she makes you feel.”

You gulp, shift around a little in an fruitless attempt to move away from the woman’s skilled hands. “F-feels good.”

Maria smiles wider as she leans closer to your center, spreading your lips with gloved hands and leaving a wet kiss on the crest of your center. “Mhm, I’m sure it does, puppy.”

You fall apart under her hands easily, bucking your hips and straining against the binds to try and get closer to her. Nothing resembling words leave your mouth, just breathy moans and pleas for something that sounds like “more.”

“Ah,” Maria hums when she slips two gloved fingers into you. “There we go. Whose a good little girl for me, huh?”

You whimper out a “me, I’m a good girl” before throwing your head back against the uncomfortable pillow coated in the same ugly off-white plastic the exam table is.

“So, you’re sure nothing’s wrong?” Natasha asks, voice now devoid of all empathy or fear.

“Of course I am,” Maria says with a small, sinister smile. “She’s just a little slut. Let me prove it to you.”

Just as she finishes speaking, the woman presses a third finger into you and crooks them perfectly – making you cry out as she works them expertly inside of you.

“Shh,” the woman coos placing one hand on your stomach as she strokes that special spot inside of you that makes you cry out. “C’mon baby, why don’t you let go for the nice vet.”

You do as you’re told – orgasming with a scream, falling against the plastic covering of the chair which squeaks with your sweat and slick. As you pull at the restraints you pant, trying once more to break away and chase the feeling of pleasure Maria was so good at giving you. It doesn’t take long, though, before your futile attempts leave you fatigued, making you fall back against the table and stare at the ceiling as you waited for your vision to sharpen back to its normal state.

Across the room you can hear Maria pulling her gloves off and disposing them into the trashcan that Natasha uses for your used pee pads. The women talk amongst themselves as your eyelids flutter closed, lips barely able to form the word you’re desperately searching for.

“You think you fixed her?” Natasha asks, handing the other woman a bottle of hand disinfectant.

Maria gives a short laugh, sanitizing her hands as she speaks. “Oh, yeah. I mean,” she just her chin out to gesture towards you, still strapped to the table. “Look at her. She’s desperate and broken and I only gave her a single orgasm.”

You whimper at the mere mention of pleasure, dry mouth just approaching the ability to say “please,” in a coarse whisper. Natasha’s smiling as she steps into your eyeline, looming over you like a cliff over a river.

“Do you promise to be a good puppy from now on?” she asks, thumb tracing your trembling bottom lip.

“Y-yes, Master,” you gulp.

Natasha’s smile gets wider as she slips two fingers past your lips and you eagerly suck them – hoping she’s trying to get them ready for your desperate pussy. “Then the rest of the day should go very well for you.”

[xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx]

Your Boys

↳PARING:  Chris Evans x Black!Reader

↳WARNINGS: fluff, touchy feely Chris

↳WORD COUNT: 1652

↳AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Another one shot brought over from my old page.

↳BETA: @titty-teetee​

When you stepped foot into the front door of your house, your jaw immediately dropped to the floor, while letting out a frustrated groan. You had just returned home from a shopping day with your mother-in-law, Lisa, and your sister-in-laws, Carly and Shanna, only to find your home a complete and utter mess. 

You stepped over toys, video game controllers and headsets, empty pizza boxes, a few beer bottles and juice boxes.

You really didn’t need this right now.  You had spent an entire day of relaxing with the girls only to come home to this.

Of course…

You lived in a house full of men.  So much testosterone in one household made you want to rip your hair out. No matter how much you loved them.

Sighing to yourself, you quickly began to pick up the leftover trash to put them in their respected disposables.

“I’m gonna kill Chris.”  You seethed to yourself, tossing the last bit of trash away.

Chris Evans, your glorious husband of ten years, had promised you that he had everything under control before you left that morning.  Of course you knew better though.  But you decided to give your husband the benefit of the doubt and let him take the reigns for the day.   This was his first time in over a year that he’s spent some alone time with your kids, being that he just wrapped his latest directorial film.  

But you had no idea that you’d be leaving your once immaculate abode, only to be walking back into the same home that looked like a tornado hit, full blown, several hours later.

After throwing the last set of video game controllers back in the basket underneath the TV, where they actually belonged, you sighed heavily looking down at your growing belly and rubbed it gently. 

Like with your other pregnancies, you and Chris had wanted it to be a surprise.  Now nearing your seventh month, you hoped and prayed that this time you would be finally blessed with the baby girl that you deserved.  But after giving birth to not one, not two, but three boys, you were beginning to think of putting that dream on hold.

A few minutes later, you retreated upstairs in search for your boys.  You were itching to set every last one of them straight.  Of course, between you and Chris, you were the stricter parent.

The first place you checked was your bedroom, finding it empty.  Your California king sized bed was in the condition you left it this morning, surprisingly. Then you made your way across the hall to your oldest son’s room.  That was empty too.  You bypassed the fully finished nursery, knowing they wouldn’t dare step in there.  You had freaked out last month when you found your two oldest play wrestling in that room, where they nearly broke your grandmother’s antique bedside lamp.  The same lamp that each one of your kids had in their nurseries, before the one growing inside of you.  It took Chris, his brother Scott, and the wrath of the HOLY SPIRIT to keep you from going into early labor.  Let’s just say the boys had been banned from that room until further notice. 

Finally, you peaked inside your youngest boys’ room.  The room was shared by your middle son and the baby boy.  You smiled softly, leaning against the doorframe, as your heart swelled with pride and adoration at the scene before you.

There, all four of your boys, laid completely passed out on the giant bunk bed. Eight year old Jacob on the top bunk, long limbs, like his father, hanging over the bed.  6 ½ year old Elijah, just opposite of his older brother, also on the top bunk. Little Isaiah, who just turned one, tucked underneath his father, with his tiny thumb stuck in his mouth.

The boys’ chocolate Lab, Porkchop, was curled up next to an elderly Dodger, who laid right next to the bed.  Both dogs snoring away.

And then your biggest boy of all…

Chris’ long, bulky body laid cramped inside the bottom bunk laying his head on his left arm and his right arm thrown protectively over his youngest son. His dark locks sat messy and disheveled on his head.  His perfect pair of pink lips, slightly open and puckered.

After nearly 15 years together, he could still make your heart race, like no other.

You continued to smile softly.  The anger you previously felt, was now washed away, as you stood there and watched your boys sleep.  They looked so peaceful and serene that you didn’t even have the heart to wake them. So, you took you and your baby bump back down the stairs to get started on dinner.

“Something smells good in here.” You heard your Chris say, as he casually made his way into the kitchen over an hour later, rubbing his still glorious belly.  “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, you.”  You stopped setting the table and waddled your way over toward your husband.  You stood on your tiptoes, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips against his in a tender kiss.

“Mmm…I missed you.”  Chris kissed you once more. “How’s my baby?  Is he okay?”  He placed his large hands on your belly, rubbing slowly, receiving a few gentle kicks.  

You immediately shook your head, wagging a finger in his face. “Oh, no, no. No he,”  you pointed to your stomach, where your unborn child was still kicking “this is a girl.”

He smiled down at you, pressed another kiss on your lips, before popping your behind softly. “Babe, I planted this seed. Trust me, it’s a boy.”

“And? I’m growing it. Trust me, it’s a girl.”  Again, you shook your head and challenged.

“Whatever you say.”  He smirked.  “But I say four for four.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You just rolled her eyes and playfully swatted at your husband’s NASA shirt covered chest. He laughed heartily, before smacking your butt once more.

“Stop it.”  You playfully squealed, feeling his lips starting to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck.

After one more kiss to your lips, you waddled your way back to the stove, to start scooping the mashed potatoes into a large dish.   “So, what did you do today? I mean, besides tear my house up?”

You could hear Chris wince behind you.  “You saw that?”  And then he realized.  “Wait, did you clean?”  You turned to see him point in the direction of the very spotless living room he just walked through.  You nodded, and Chris’s face dropped. “Why didn’t you wake me? I could have cleaned up down here.”

“It’s fine, Christopher.”  You told your husband, before plating the green beans and corn next.

He sighed heavily, walking over to you and wrapping his thick arms around your waist, hands proudly splayed across your belly.  “Yeah, but you’re pregnant.”  He whispered, kissing your temple.  “You shouldn’t be cleaning like that.”

“It’s okay, Chris.  It’s already been done.”  You turned in his arms and placed your hands on his chest. “Just make sure you don’t do it again.  So, what did you do today?”  You smiled and repeated.

Chris kissed you again, before helping you to finish setting the table. “Well, Jake kicked my ass on video games.  I swear, I don’t know how he got so damn good.  Eli and I learned all the cool things about space and the solar system.  And Zay and I did a whole lot of walking.”

You giggled, softly, setting the rolls you had basketed, on the table.  “Sounds like you and the boys had fun.”

Chris nodded.  “Yep.”  Once you two were done setting the table, he closed the space between himself and you.  “But not as much fun as I’m going to have with their momma.” He leaned forward and captured your lips into a kiss.

You giggled softly at your cheesy husband, accepting the kiss.  You would never get tired of kissing him.  As his large hands, once again, found themselves palming your curvaceous backside, the two of you were interrupted.

“Gross.”  The voice said, and the two of you pulled apart.

You and Chris turned to look over and saw your three boys standing in the entrance of the kitchen.  Jacob, who had his baby brother, Isaiah, on his back, was sporting a disgusted look on his face.  While Eli was just a giggling mess.

“Hey,” Chris pointed to his oldest son, “your momma and I being gross, is what got you here in the first place.”

And with that, Jacob was now completely mortified.  

You again playfully slapped your husband.  This time it was his arm.  “Stop it.”  You told him, before looking to your boys. “So, did you guys have fun with daddy today?”

Isaiah and Eli just nodded.

“Well, up until now.” Jacob responded, causing you to laugh.

“Alright.  Why don’t you guys just go wash up?  Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

All three boys nodded and left where they came.

“Now where were we?”   The moment the boys disappeared, Chris pulled you back to him, leaning in for another kiss.

But you quickly put a stop to it, shoving your hand over his mouth.  “You too.”  He looked at you confused, until you eyed the direction that your sons just went.

He sighed and pouted, before giving your ass one last smack, and began to follow the footsteps of your boys, out of the kitchen.

As you made sure everything was set for dinner, you heard Chris scream, “last one upstairs is a rotten egg.”

You giggled softly, as the sounds of four pairs of feet echoed above you.  You would never trade your life in for anyone else’s.

Although they may be messy and loud and silly and rambunctious, you just realized that boys will boys. 

And those boys were all yours…

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Or the One where you pretend to be Engaged (Joe Mazzello x fem! reader oneshot)

Summary: You and Joe fake an engagement to get wedding cake samples

Word Count: 2895

Warnings: some mild swearing, I guess, but pretty mild. Cake and marriage. Kids are mentioned. Shenanigans.

A/N: Hello there @assembledherethevolunteers​! I am your Secret Santa! And this was written in your honor for @yourlocalmusicalprostitute​ Possessed by Love celebration! I hope you enjoy it! Also shout out to actual goddess @joeneslee​ for helping me with ideas when I got writers block!

“Are you ready?” he asks eagerly.

“I don’t know…” you reply, shaking your head.

Both of you sit in the car parked outside of the cake store. It is a small building, painted pastel pink building with a white roof. There is a wide glass window that reads “Let them eat Cake!” in a heart slathered on with white paint. It looks like a Hallmark Valentines Card, but were you ready to enter that place? With Joe?

Joe has always been your friend, and most especially your baseball buddy. The stadium was your safe place with him, not anything flowery or romantic. Both of you would discuss everything under the sun until pipe organs blared out chords when the teams ran on the field. You were used to the ballpark, the sun beating down over the rim of your cap. The taste of hot dogs right on your mouth and both of you eating ice cream cones at the last stretch as bats cracked the balls louder than anything on earth.

“Hmmmm” he would say in a Fake Commenter voice, thick with a nasal accent “numbuh forty-three hit that ball and ooooo he’s going!”

“Uph! He missed it! The ball rolling!” you would throw in, watching the action.

“Ooooo! Too baaad so saaaad!” Joe would continue with the voice.

But even at the stadium, you couldn’t even eat a regular meal with him. He would make silly faces, gulp stuff down, or shove his arms in his shirt as if he was a velociraptor. How on earth would you last through a wedding cake tasting?

“This is a lot for just wanting some desert,” you commented.

“Yes, but it’s free dessert. And how long until we have to pay for every good thing, Y/N?” He argued, smiling fearlessly at the place.

“But, what…it might be wrong…” you advise.

“Ok, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Thinking through, you throw your hands in the air in exasperation.

“Food poisoning,” you say.

“In this kind of store? I doubt it,” he shrugs.

With a deep breath, you go “okay…I’m ready…”

Both of you get out your boxes and place the rings on your left ring finger, but still in the car, where no one can catch you. You said a little prayer for a bit of normalcy. As much as you were hoping for.

The entire store is painted pastel pink and white with flowers on each counter and white cupids all over the walls. Cutesy love songs play on throughout the speaker. As soon as you walk in, a perky young woman with pale skin and a brown ponytail walks up and cheerfully greets in a Disney Princess voice, “Is this the future Mr. and Mrs. Mazzello?!”

“Yes it is!” you say with an equally cheesy smile.

Joe leans down and hugs you from the side as you lightly kiss his cheekbone. When your hand goes up to hold his, you make sure the ring sparkles in the employee’s direction.

“Yes, and we’re thrilled!” he adds.

You pop your hand forward to show and she squeals on cue.

“Wonderful! Let’s get started then! When will your wedding be?” she asks. She pulls up an Ipad from the counter and begins to tap enthusiastically on it.

Joe answers perfectly, “Next April.”

“So a Spring wedding! Are we thinking florals then?” she asks, glancing up.

You nodded “yes…”

As she turned around to take more notes, Joe whips his head to you and says in his smoothest, Streep voice “Florals in Spring?”

“Groundbreaking!” you finished with a repressed laugh.

“A floral cake would look beautiful! Let me get our expert and our baker ready with the flavors today!” she explained.

Zipping around, she leads you into the next room that looks like a small café with plenty of wooden tables and chairs. Already you can smell the chocolate baking in the next room. Sitting you down, she serves you some water from a crystal pitcher and Joe insists he pours your cup.

She keeps grilling you about everything under the sun where you both had to come up with stuff and wound up with the most cliché, cheesy wedding you could think of. Anything that would turn someone away. Not get too much attention.

The girl looks dreamy-eyed at the details of wedding planning. Thinking of one of her own in her daydreams, perhaps. But once the baker- a short, pudgy man with dark hair and glasses with an apron, your breath hitches. Especially since he is already holding a few plates of cake samples.

You feel Joe’s arms wrap around you as he sets the plates down. One plate has a cake with icing, and one has fondant.

“Fondant or Buttercream?” the baker asks.

“Buttercream! Please! Fondant is disgusting!” you insist.

“I need a cake as sweet as my sweetie pie is,” Joe says in a disgustingly saccharine tone. You can’t help but smile.

“What about the design? Simple or ornate?” he asks.

He folds his arms and eyes you over his glasses. You grit your teeth. Both of you begin to say the opposite thing, then Joe blinks, his face is red. Looking over, your eyes widen, and you nod furiously.

“Uh, simple! Simple is better! I’d like something my nieces and nephews can eat!” he requests.

The baker shrugs and confirms. He walks away saying he will get the buttercream samples.

Joe turns to you and rubs his hands together happily.

“This is it, Y/N! Here we go!” he cheers.

The young woman and the baker pop in from the back. Their arms and hands are filled with cake samples of every color and flavor you can think of. Each one is cut into perfectly square pieces as if done by machines. There is a chocolate cake, a vanilla cake, a lemon cake, and a carrot cake. The woman settled her plate down, her white blouse stained with the pink icing, and then hurried back.

The baker handed you several disposable white plastic forks from his apron and pointed to the trash can next to your table.

“Okay, are you ready to dig in?” he asks you.

When you look his eyes are soft, his hair is a little scruffy, and his smile makes your cheeks feel hot.

“I’m ready!” you declare

Joe’s phone goes wild with buzzing as you stab your fork into a vanilla piece.

“Sweetie!” you say, almost through gritted teeth, worriedly looking at his pocket.

Joe turns to his phone and looks at it. Numerous notifications are asking what he was doing and how it was going from…of all places…the band group chats.

“Oh my gosh, they’re all talking,” Joe sighs. The fork goes in and he gets a generous bite of the chocolate sample. But there is so much it gets on his right pointer finger.

He huffs like a kindergartener. He sets his fork down with a bit of a scowl, then his thumb presses the button on his phone, and it goes into Speaker mode.

“Guys, I am just at my fiancé’s cake eating, okay?” he speaks into Siri and sends in an instant.

As he takes a second bite, his brown eyes go wide.

“Oh, my go…. This is incredible!” he exclaims with a mouth full of cake.

The first bite of your lemon sample is moist and yet dense. Sweet enough to perfection. You love it. Right as you plunge your fork into it again you hear Joe’s phone continually buzzing. When he finishes it, he wipes the icing from his finger on the napkin and pulls it up.

“Oh…uh…” Joe spoke, he bit his tongue looking at the line of notifications scrolling down.

It won’t stop buzzing.  And the lights blinking you can’t help but notice as well. Peeking over his shoulder, the band is on fire asking about the engagement.

“Why don’t you turn it off, let’s be in the moment and enjoy this together!” you suggest, touching his forearm.

He nods promptly and turns it off, putting it in his pocket to deal with later. He then stuffs the vanilla whole inside his mouth. He chews, and nods, going “mmmmmmmm!” in approval

“Ohp! I got too much buttercream in mah mouth!” Joe cries. He sips his water, moving his jaw as if it was peanut butter.

“Need me to take care of it, sweetie?” you ask.

You heard the loud whirl of the mixer in the back and the bell right over the door ching with the entrance of another couple

“Anytime, babe.”

You lean over and kiss him, tasting the frosting. His lips are soft, and you can smell his shampoo too. He smiles and goes in for another one with more pressure, with a hand pressing your shoulder. You start giggling.

“Woah! Save some for the wedding night tiger!” you chirrup demurely, pushing him away.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he says, and the pink on his cheeks are impossible not to notice.

But when you look behind you in curiosity your heart picks up at the sight. Your college friend and her fiancée had just walked in.

“Y/N!” she half-screams, “oh my god, you’re engaged! Oh my god!”

She hurries over to you in a loud squuuuuueeeeee and tackles you into a hug. But you’re silent. Not sure what to do or how to react.

“Now we can BOTH have our big day! Ohmygod, I’m so happy for you! Let me see?” he begs.

She points a hand to your left hand and finds the old ring.

“Awwww, it’s beautiful!”

You and Joe share a look, unsure of what to do. His eyes go wide, and you could see a bit of frosting still on his face, getting whiter and whiter until it looked like the buttercream frosting on the plate.

“Ooooo, and who is hee?!” she asked, going over to inspect Joe.

Her fiancée is in the corner, hands in his pockets, and swaying on his toes. Waiting.

“Oh, this is Joe. We are just deciding and trying out wedding cakes.” You answer firmly.

“Oooo! When is the date! I have to go! I just have to see it! I’m gonna cry but it’s gonna be worth it! You deserve nothing but the best, honey! When did you get engaged? I saw nothing on Insta!” she queries, head tilting in light confusion.

Crap, crapcrapcrapcrap you think.

You looked a little to the left at Joe, shrugs with a wide jaw.

“He proposed…at a game. Yesterday.” You say. “But we…we just wanted to get some details right before anything gets public.”

Joe gets up to put an arm around you.

“And my little snuggle bug here is so modest and didn’t want to overshadow anyone on their big day. Wedding Season, you know!” he adds.

Looking up, you give him a small grin and he grins back.

“Ooooo, but it’s your big day too! You should feel special!” she comments,

“We just want to get everything planned….and besides, I’m a local fringe celebrity. And I…I don’t want to get the media too riled up,” Joe responds, moving his free hand for her to be quieter about it.

Her fiancé walks forward, he takes her under his arm, and they lean against each other in a half hug. But he keeps squinting at Joe.

“Wait…I swear I may have seen you before…weren’t you in…uh…” he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

You turn Joe’s head to the cake samples, eyes darting down to them.

“Hey…I think we have more cakes to taste we need to make decisions, we can talk later!” you say, tugging on his sleeve.

“Yup. Decisions. Big ones.” Joe agrees. Both of you turn your backs to continue.

“Okay, buy Y/N!” your friend says, she gives you a sweet hug and a genuine smile before she goes over to discuss her wedding with the employee at the front desk.

But right as you begin to work on the third sample of rich chocolate, you look up and saw of all things, another friend of yours walking in the café area while tying an apron around his waist.

“Y/N! Oh my god! You’re engaged!” he gasps, letting go of all professional courtesy.

He runs up and hugged you.

“Uhhh, yeah. I am. Surprise!” you shrug.

“Wait, let me help you. I just started working here and I’ve been binging Great British Bake Off for a month, I am a cake expert!” he says.

He plops down uninvited on the chair across from you and Joe, looking at them.

“That one needs to be cream. Not white. Cream. Though adding a few red flowers would be nice. Blue might be pretty, but red is romantic and passionate!” he advises.

As Joe looks down, ready to eat a third sample of chocolate with blue icing he snatches it away.

“Hey!”

“No! Not chocolate!” your friend scowls.

“Oh, come on! Chocolate is the best!” Joe argues, he grabs the plate and pulls it back

“Chocolate gets dry! And this isn’t a birthday or kiddie party, this is a wedding! It needs to be mature and professional with some decoration!” he says. “It needs a refined flavor! I have one I made this morning, let me cut you both a bit!”

He dashes to the back, returning with two samples of a red velvet slice. Once you and Joe eye each other, taking a pensive bite both of you grimace. It tastes more like a stale piece of toast than an actual cake.

You chug down the rest of the water and give him a half-hearted thank you. But right before you can change the subject, he gets out a notepad in his pocket filled with cake designs.

“This one would fit a wedding too…and so would this one…and this one!” he lists, flipping yellow lined pages of tiered cakes full of flowers and swirls. You can feel Joe starting to tap his foot.

“And all in that flavor you just tried!”

Standing up, you smile and shake his hand in thanks.

“Wow! That’s a lot well-I gotta get back on the -uh-juice diet for the wedding dress fitting I’m going to next Friday.”

Joe gets up to hug you from behind. He kisses your cheek and you feel a genuine smile grow on you.

“Not that you need it, honey bear. You’re gorgeous no matter what. You could wear a paper bag on the aisle and I’d still be blown away,” he compliments

“Thank you.”

He pecks your lips, “anytime.”

His ginger head turns toward your friend, gathering leftover plates.

“We’ll consider the designs and if we decide it’s what we want, we’ll call you!” he says, slowly backing away to the door.

Both of you scuffle out without a word and got into the car. As soon as you drive away, far enough to where no one near the store could hear you, you both burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, Joe…we did it! We did that!” you laugh, catching your breath.

Joe nods, his hand crunching part of his hair as he leans back into the car seat. You both park near a coffee shop just to get out and release more laughter. Wiping away tears, he turns on his phone to face the music. It was dinging like mad from the Groupchat and he smiles, amused.

“You won’t believe this…the band’s all amazed and…they’re asking for proof!” he tells you.

“What kind of proof?” you ask, sighing as your breath was slowing to normal.

“Ben says he wants to see a ring and a kiss in one pic.”

“We can ignore him,” you dismiss.

“I dunno…now Gwil wants one…and Rami…and Lucy…and Allen…and everyone…”

Sighing, you say “mmmk, mmmk, just a quick one.”

Looking down, you realize that the ring was still on your finger. You position your phone in the right place, put it on selfie mode, and set a timer.

He’s gonna kiss me again, oh my god, he’s gonna kiss me again, you think almost retreating your head, like a turtle in its shell.

Keeping your outstretched left hand just below your face, you both lean forward. There is a nervous twitch in Joe’s eye, and you hold your breath in place. The camera’s screen flashed “2…1….”

Then you both dive in for the kiss. Your teeth awkwardly touch together with a slight “clang.” Your lips match top to bottom and you can still taste the chocolate cake on him. But your eyes are closed, and your breathing slows. You feel him exhale through his nose. Both of you stay there. You feel your heart go fast with excitement and nervousness, as if this was a fever dream and not what was happening right now.

But you look at each other in the eyes and let go. You realize that the photos had already been taken for a few seconds. The actual kiss was longer. He gives you a sheepish smile at yours. He never looked at you like that before. Not that you had seen. You look back at him.

Now you are sure. There is a tenderness in his expression, and he blushes until he is the color of his hair. He is too.

“Y/N…I…I always thought…”

You went in for another kiss. No photo required.

Taglist: @stardust-killer-queen​ @queenlover05​ @bens-jawline​

[intoanothermind]

The Glue - Part Four

T H E   G L U E

Word Count: 2.1k words

Synopsis: Glue or Variable? This is the big question about Frankie’s existence. Assigned to the same role as Newt in WCKD’s Lethal Experiments, Frankie suddenly realizes that she will become just a variable to activate brain reactions in her former Group A friends. Without memories and being the only girl among several boys, she has the feeling of already knowing some of them. The new question that matters to WCKD is: will Frankie play her role as a variable correctly?

- Newt x OC (Frankie)

Masterlist

<Part 3 | Part 5>

(This will be a miniseries of Newt from Maze Runner. It will consist of 7 parts and a spin-off. I won’t do a reader insert as usual, but you will soon understand why.)

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P A R T   F O U R

The girl shifted in her bed unable to sleep. At the age of fifteen, she was about to have hormones on her skin, and her recent thoughts were bothering her to the point of dropping her sleep. She had grown there inside the CRUEL, not just mentally. Not only the girl, but her friends also developed and she found herself thinking of one of them more and more often. The skinny little boy had become a handsome teenager, still thin, but with more apparent and defined muscles.

Her blond hair darkened to almost brown, and although she still had a few childish features, Newt had become a handsome young man. Cuter than the girl had imagined before. And thinking so much about her friend made the girl restless under her own skin. The girl looked around at the girls she had known for years: Teresa, Rachel, Alice, Skylynn, Hayley, and several others she had not had as much friendship with as the first. He lifted his chin to read the inscriptions on the metal sign hanging a few months ago on his headboard.

                  Franklin

                  Group B

                  Subject 5

                  The glue

The words, so similar to Newt's inscriptions, gave the girl a certainty: She couldn't sleep until she saw him.

The girl got rid of the covers as if they were a straitjacket. Feeling slightly more relieved, she checked to see if the other girls slept and crept out of the room when she realized yes. He only bothered to silence his steps, knowing that no one else would be awake at this hour. For a second she stopped, thinking Newt would be asleep too , but then she remembered that he didn't mind being woken up by her. Smiling, she continued her way down hallways she knew as the back of her hand. He opened the door to bedroom GA1-10 , silently counting five beds, and headed for it. The boy in bed 2 shifted, and the girl stopped, mentally praying that Thomas would n't wake up and see her there.

Your request has not been fulfilled.

- Frankie? He asked, his voice slurred and sleepy. - Why are you here?

The girl swore silently before answering.

"I can't sleep, and I came to see Newt." She confided. Although not as friendly with Thomas as she was with Newt and Minho, she saw no problem talking to him.

“Al right!” She could have sworn Thomas rolled his eyes, but it was too dark to know. “Just don't wake up everybody.”

The girl smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see it. “Thank you, Tommy!” She whispered.

Thomas waved at her and lay back down. The girl continued on her way, not really caring if the others were already awake. Thomas was part of the new Creators, so if he allowed it, anyone else's opinion was disposable. She saw Newt in his bed, lying almost on the edge of the bed and leaving much of it free, as if already anticipating her arrival. She smiled, approaching the boy with soft blonde hair and angelic serene features. She sighed, lying on the bed and settling beside him. Newt shifted, as if recognizing her physical and mental presence there, and his foggy brown eyes widened, understanding his predicament.

“Frankie?”

“Hi blondie.” She whispered, smiling slightly.

“What are you doing here?” Newt asked, closing his eyes momentarily with sleep, but pulled the girl's lean body to tuck her against him.

She shuddered at his touch, but tried not to show too much.

“I can’t sleep.” She whispered, her face buried in the boy's broad chest. "My thoughts won't let me relax."

“What thoughts?” Newt asked , still with his eyes closed, as he reached a hand to her friend's hair and stroked the brown strands.

The girl cringed. “Better not to know.”

“You know I won't give up until I can't anymore, don't you?” He asked, and the girl realized that this could be her chance. Her chance for a first love or losing her best friend.

But she realized she wanted to risk it. For Newt she would risk her life.

“Newt.” She called, her tone lower. “Do you really want to know what bothers me so much lately?" She asked before she lost her nerve.

“Of course I want.” he replied, feeling the anxiety almost waking completely.

He wanted to know. Newt had realized that the girl had been lost in thought and always blushed when he drew her out of her mind, and became increasingly curious about it. She shifted in his arms carefully, and Newt pulled back a little, waiting for her to adjust. But he felt his heart explode in a swirl of sensation as he felt her lips on his. Newt opened his eyes in surprise, but when he realized that his dreams really did come true, he closed them again, enjoying the cherry and chocolate taste of his girl's lips. He wrapped her around the waist and she seemed to relax in his arms, parting her lips to receive his tongue.

The girl was ecstatic. Finally had taken the courage to do what her body and heart have long asked, and one felt the happiness when Newt responded. She had been unsure at first, as she had never kissed anyone before, but when the blonde squeezed her around the waist and as he explored her mouth further, she relaxed and stopped caring about it. Nothing else mattered but her along with him and the happiness that took her completely. When the air was needed between them, the girl broke away from Newt, breathing hard, but with her eyes closed to avoid seeing his reaction. Although Newt responded to her kiss, she didn't know what to expect from now on.

"Frankie..." Newt began, choking on the words, and the girl opened her eyes. “That was...”

"Sorry, Newt, I shouldn't have come." She whispered, still worried that the others would wake up.

She was about to get rid of Newt's arms and get out of there never to look back in his face in shame when he stopped her. The girl looked up, finding his brown eyes shining to her. Her small hands were flat against the boy's chest, which held one hand around her waist like a cage and the other caressing her cheek fondly. Newt leaned down and touched his lips to hers in a simple peck full of affection and desire.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this." She heard him murmur against her lips, and smiled, her heart bursting with even better sensations than before.

“Good to know.” She whispered, her fresh breath hitting the boy's lips, which shuddered.

"You know I won't let you get away, don't you?" He whispered.

The girl smiled and kissed him again, promising she didn't intend to run away from him.

Never.

Not from him.

~ * ~

I woke up from my dream with my body being rocked. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to drive drowsiness out of my body. I blinked several times, trying to wake up. It wasn't enough to wake me up, but I could see that it was Minho who was rocking me. He grinned, making his eyes even smaller as soon as he saw me awake.

“Minho?” I asked, looking around and noticing that no one else was near the edge of Deadheads, where I slept.

Ben was in the distance, waving at us as he waited for the Doors to open on a new morning.

“I came to say goodbye.” Minho answered, capturing my attention again. I raised an eyebrow in question and he shrugged. "I missed you and decided I could say goodbye to you every day."

I smiled, nodding. “Of course! And I'll be waiting for you every day on the way back.”

Minho smiled back, leaning over me to kiss me on the cheek before running toward the already opening doors. As soon as he was out of my sight, even before reaching the Doors, I turned aside, trying to sleep again, but couldn't. Rough thoughts disturbed my mind, and I felt some sort of struggle or anguish in my chest. As if I was predicting something bad that could happen. I simply shook my head, dispelling the melancholy thoughts, and stood up. I didn't do much different from the day before - I just tucked my sleeping bag between two roots and fixed my hair with my fingers. The difference is that I could go to Homestead to brush my teeth. Which was a blessing when Newt provided me with a brush the day before.

I scratched my right eye to ward off sleep, and headed for headquarters. I was about to enter the bathroom when I was barred.

“Good morning, Frankie!” Exclaimed Newt excitedly.

I giggled. “Good morning, Newt.”

“I'll let you use the bathroom, but I wanted to warn you that today you're going to work with the Builders, all right?” he said.

“Sure.” I nodded in agreement.

~ * ~

“Frankie, I already said you better go work with Frypan.” Said Gally, possibly for the tenth time.

“Greg challenged me.” I said, shooting a hard stare to Greg, who worked not far from us. “And besides, it's my bathroom you're building.”

I kept carrying a few logs that had come with me to the Box until I tripped over my own feet and almost fell to the ground if it wasn't for Gally's quick reflexes.

“All right, Greenie?” Asked Gally, and I nodded back.

“That's what you get letting a little girl do men's work." I heard Greg mutter and I had to take a deep breath to control my anger.

“Stupid slinthead.” I muttered under my breath, but Gally could hear it and giggled.

"Why won't you help Frypan or Chuck in the kitchen?" Suggested Gally again.

I snorted mentally. “Why do you want to get rid of me so much?!”

"It's not to get rid of you." Said Gally, a little uncomfortably. "But if you get hurt, Newt eats me alive."

I frowned. "And why would he do that?"

Gally bit her lip, seeming to hold back the laugh and as if he knew something I didn't know.

"You have no idea, do you?" He asked with an enigmatic smile.

“Of what?” I asked, increasingly confused.

Gally shook her head but kept silent.

“Go before you get hurt.” He insisted again, and I got annoyed.

I threw the logs on the floor and marched furiously into the kitchen. Frypan was busy with dinner, and I preferred not to get my hands dirty. What if my food wasn’t good enough, and the boys hated it? I would rather not be screwed the rest of my life.

"Something for me to do, Frypan?" I asked him, propping my hip on the sink beside him. "Preferably not involve me cooking anything at all."

Frypan laughed and waved to the back of the kitchen.

“Chuck is back there cleaning the tank. What do you think about helping the boy?”

I made a face but nodded. “Better than spoiling the food here.”

~ * ~

“Tired already?” asked Minho, and I just mumbled an answer.

With my head down between my arms crossed on the table, all I could think about was sleep. My day was tiring, and not just working with the Builders or in the kitchen - or even going to wait for Minho in front of the West Door - but it was my mind that was exhausted too. I was just on my third day there in the Glade, and I was as confused and stressed as someone who had spent years there, like some of those boys.

"Wouldn't you rather go to sleep, Frankie?" Newt asked right next to me.

I raised my head slightly from the dining table where we were sitting, seeing Newt, Alby, Minho, Chuck, and some of the Keepers looking concerned at my decaying appearance that was calling for a good, wonderful night's sleep.

“All right, I'm going.” I muttered, rising from the table. “Good night.”

I got a lot of good night murmurs back, and for a second I considered inviting Chuck to sleep with me, but dismissed the idea when I saw him having a good time talking to Jeff, one of the Med-jacks. When I reached the edge of Deadheads, I didn't think much before grabbing my sleeping bag and crossing the skeletal, gray trees that hid the beautiful, living forest behind them. All I wanted now was a good place to sleep and hide from what tomorrow awaited

[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Scars: Year four, Chapter fourteen

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Implied self harm, implied Suicide attempt

She woke up to Kiya and Jamal Lupin jumping all over her legs and shouting Happy Christmas before Remus pulled her head back to his collarbone and told them to bugger off for ten more minutes.

Y/n sighed deeply when the two had left and she went to bury her head into Remus scar-filled chest.

After a full, quiet minute of peaceful silence Marabella walked in and pulled the unsuspecting girl off of her dear friend to find her in one of Remus's shirts and a pair of socks.

" Oh come one Mare, five more minutesssss."

" No.

" We are putting clothes on you and talking in my bedroom because Jamal and I went through your clothes yesterday and saw you didn't have anything Christmas-ie and I don't trust you to change in the same room as my brother. You could've done better Y/n, yet you chose Remus."

The half dazed girl looked up long enough to see her crack an amused smirk at Remus.

" Hey!"

As Mare pulled Y/n out of the bedroom with her small assortment of essential clothing she also came to ruffle Remus's hair on the way out as he was leaning against the bedroom's doorway in pajama pants without a shirt. " Sorry baby bro."

Once Mare had Y/n in her bedroom she looked the girl up and down, grimaced, and chucked a pair of the girls pants at her head.

" Put some pants on L/n."

Her voice had a teasing tone to it and it made Y/n blush. She grasped the pants and started pulling them on as words came out of her mouth.

" Mare shut up. I took a shower and passed out before I could put pants on so Remus just carried me to the bed okay. Stop making things out like that Mare."

The elder girl simply replied by locking the bedroom door and shooting the younger one a sly smirk.

" Don't worry kid, I won't make remarks about your boyfriend in front of the family. But for now, let's get some clothing on you so we can open presents."

Mare's words confused Y/n.

The girl had never seen what a normal family acted like so she had also never thought that the Lupins would give her anything.

Yeah sure, Remus and the boys had given her stuff on Christmas before but they were the boys. They are her friends, her family, but that's different than a real one.

" Wait- I get presents?"

The older red haired girl turned and moved over to Y/n, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders and forcing her to look up.

" Listen to me kid. I know that things in your family are rough, and that you've probably never had a real relationship with your parents. But Y/n, you are loved, we love you. I Do Not Care what your mother tells you, because you are you. And we love you okay. Don't believe anything else." ____________________________

" Mum mum mum mum mum mum mu-'

" Yes dear?"

Hope Lupin's face showed agitation at her child's constant pestering. Y/n looked over her glass of water to see Kya jumping up and down in her seat, breakfast forgotten.

" Can we open presents yet mum? Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeee?"

Hope looked down at the girls plate before her eyes moved back up to meet Kiya's.

" Finish your breakfast and we can."

Remus was absentmindedly wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulder as she slide closer to Remus on the bench her, him, Mare and her girlfriend had been sitting at the table. The slightly taller boy rubbed her arm subconsciously. ____________________________

By the time the children had finally made their ways to the carpet beside the tree the two little ones looked about to burst off their seams.

Jamal and Kiya were sitting next each other closest to the small tree, Hope and Lyall across from them while Y/n sat in between Sirius and Remus, Remus' arm wrapped around her waist as Mare sat in her girlfriends lap on the floor by the feet of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter where they sat on the couch; James on the other side of Sirius.

Hope gingerly grabbed a small box, read the name tag and passed it back to where Remus and Y/n were sitting. Remus passed it to Y/n and Hope continued to pass things out. Eventually, she had every gift passed out, around five-eight per person.

Kiya and Jamal tore theirs open first and foremost before anyone could lay out a single objection.

Kiya received a new army jacket as a joint gift from Y/n and Remus, new hair-band holders from Mare and her Girlfriend, a book of games her mum and dad, a drawing from Jamal and a new set of army-men from The Potters.

Jamal, after opening his gifts, almost passed out from excitement. The boy received a new classical puffy pink princess dress from Hope and Lyall, a new set of tiaras from Mare and her Girlfriend, new coloring books from Y/n, a new set of sparkly crayons and markers from Remus and a drawing from Kiya.

The boy soon ran around the small area the group had been sitting at and delivered hugs to everyone in the room with glee.

Hope received a few new sets of kitchen things while Lyall was gifted a few other things. Mares girlfriend, Juliette, had been given a new set of pens and colored pencils and a drawing from Kiya and Jamal each.

Y/n and Remus had given James a hug as his present, what they liked to tell James was called a "Joint gift", Padfoot had given James a tiny, handmade broomstick, the boy's parents had given him- something of which he has decided he will not dispose details of. Sirius had been given multiple new motor-jackets and gel for his hair along with ponytail holders and two drawings.

Remus started to open his gifts and found that he had gotten two new books from James, a new set of sweaters from his mum that he just knew Y/n would be stealing before soon, another book, yet this time from Sirius, a set of socks from the Potters, a shoulder pat from Mare, he rolled his eyes at this one. Yet, as he opened the last one he noticed that the only people paying attention were Y/n, Sirius and James.

So, the boy decided to just stop the hurriedness and simply take his time opening Y/n's gift to him. Inside, once opened, were three books. One of them, The Tales of Beetle the Bard, a book he'd been wanting; another one, a small, thin book with instructions for how to correctly make Wolfsbane; and the last one, a book of how to make cookies, chocolate chip cookies with his favorite kind of chocolate. The boy gently placed down the books before engulfing the girl in a gigantic hug, making her wince slightly, but not enough that she didn't return it.

When the boy released, he immediately pulled the girl back into another hug, a gentler one. " your turn y/n..."

His whispering voice sent shivers down her spine.

The girl retracted slightly and went to pulling her small array of gifts open, completely ignorant to James and Sirius's suggestive eyes. The first box she pulled open, had been two hand-knit sweaters from Mrs. Lupin.

Remus nudged her side with a sly grin, " Guess you can't be stealin' mine anymore."

She shook her head with a fake sigh, " Alas Remus, you underestimate me..."

The next box she opened was from Sirius. As she opened the paper and pulled out a yellow book. " World Holidays?" The boy reached over and plucked the book out of her hands, twirling it over a few times, " So you can celebrate something everyday!"

Y/n moved over and hugged Sirius tightly, her head to his chest as he rubbed her arm and awkwardly patted her back. ____________________________

" Y/n, before you go to bed I need to give you something else."

Remus sat by his desk and stared out the window while Y/n was changing into a sweater James had given her and some leggings Mare had gifted to her as well. " Okay Remus. Whatcha got for me?"

The girl had swiftly moved over to where Remus had been sitting with his legs spread by the desk. Remus patted his leg and motioned for Y/n to set down on it. She sat down carefully on the boys thigh and Remus wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to his body as he grabbed a small, beautifully wrapped box and handed it to the girl.

" What is it Rem?"

Remus laughed lightly before sitting up slightly and shaking it in her face.

" You have to open it up to see N/n."

The girl bit her lip slightly and leaned back on Remus' shoulder when he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind again. Y/n went to pull the wrapping off and soon found herself looking into a clear, plastic container with a red rubber bracelet. She pulled it out of the container and moved it around in her hand, soon finding a picture of the semicolon on the inside part of the bracelet.

Her breath stilled, her eyes stopped moving, the world seemed to pause on her.

The last time she'd ever seen the symbol in a situation like this was when her elder sister had gotten one on her shoulder blade.

And to think Remus knew what it meant to her made her world stop in place.

She was snapped out of her phase as she felt Remus lift the bracelet out of her hands and move to put it on her left wrist, the one that was littered with old and new self-harm wounds.

" So the next time you go and try to do anything bad to yourself you know I'm here for you. And to remind you that you survived the pain two times before, to remind you that you'll make it out again this time too."

She broke down in tears because of the onrush of memories and emotions in Remus' grasp.

One of the few places where she felt at home. ____________________________

" You ready to go Y/n?"

" No, I'll never be ready to leave your home. It's the only place where I got to experience a real family relationship. But if your asking whether or not I'm ready to leave back to Hogwarts then yes, I am."

" Y/n it's the end of the school year and I'm being serious here, are you ready to go back to your house?"

" No Sirius, No." ____________________________ Ha. Also, there were like three parts of this chapter where my dirtyass mind too over and I was just like- w h y Also, not my best works but, yeah I ran out of excuses- __________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

[prettycutebunny]

Everything black

Chrollo x reader

Tagging: @hisoknen @hunniehunterb093

Tw: blood , minpulative behavior, toxic relationship

His life was many things. It was tough, dark, filthy to name a few. Pure ? It was not. He never had any pure feelings in his life. Most of it was spent struggling to get out of the garbage waste that’s called meteor city and leading his group of thieves. They were his family, they shared a bound of mutual respect, but they saw each other as disposable as long as their group - the spider - lived. When he was ripped from them ? He felt the emptiness that ate him consume him as he headed to where the prophecy told him. East , where someone awaits him.

Shadows fall over my heart

I blackout the moon

I wait for you to come around

You got me dancing in the dark

(Dancing in the dark)

I've closed my eyes

But I won't sleep tonight

He walked for hours, he knew he should’ve stopped walking hours ago but he didn’t. He kept a walking approaching the city. That should itself to him like a mirage. Once inside it, he felt his exhaustion creeping in. He wanted nothing more than a warm bed to envelop him. Regretting not hiding to heaven arena’s first to enjoy his floor there he felt someone hit his shoulder. Feminine apology was ignore as he kept walking to the near hotel. Sending. Swift sound stopped him.

“Excuse me sir, is this yours ?”

He looked back and it’s like someone slapped him in the face. He lied when he said he never felt any sort of pure emotion in his life. Back in the dump when he was a struggling hungry child, a car of supplies arrived. The strong and older always got all the food, weapons, and medicine. He waited hoping something would be left when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. A girl with large eyes, soft hair, and the warmest smile held a box of lunch in her hands. He took it from her as she handed him a bottled water. He waited, nothing came without a price not in this dump. They sent them the supplies in hoping to recruit some of them. She didn’t ask for anything just whispered a soft enjoy as she ran to the car where someone - probably a parent - let her on.

Baby, you

Should come with me

I'll take you to the dark side

Me and you

You and me

Do bad things in the night time

He felt himself snap to reality when she repeated herself. His wallet was in her hands which he registered that it fall from him when he ran into her. His heart was beating so fast as that warm feeling in his chest returned. That same feeling that got over him as he was crying eating the food she gave him. He wanted to feel her so bad. His hands reached to cup hers that was holding the wallet.

“I apologize, your beauty took my breath away”

He put on his best charming smile as he assisted her blush. The way her other hand grabbed the skirt of her dress. Adorable, he thought. Bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.

“I’m starving, would you join me for lunch ?”

Her eyes wondered as she took her hand from his hands. Missing the warm touch.

“I don’t know you”

She hesitantly. She wanted to, he could tell. He careful put his hands on her back leading her.

“We can always introduce at lunch”

Baby, you

Should come with me

And we can kill the lights, hit the lights

With a blackout, blackout

Hit the lights with a

Blackout, blackout, woo

Her soft body embraced him as he listened to her heartbeat. She was warm, soft, sweet. She loved to hug him and he let her.

“It’s just horrible”

“What is love?”

“Someone robbed that game ! They said it’s that awful group. The phantom tribe”

He felt his entire body stiffen. He was full of emotions rage, offense, also fear. If she knew who she was, would she still embrace him and love him ?

“Why do you think they’re awful ? Also it’s the phantom troupe not tribe”

“potato patata! Why? They steal and kill people !”

He stood from her embrace looking at her in the eyes.

“You steak and kill too you know”

He said looking her in the eye. She was offended he could tell. He felt amusement at how she strongly denied it asking him if he hs a fever.

“When you buy clothes that sourced from underpaid, overworked people abroad you’re killing them, when you took that job you had you stole it from who already worked in it. When you chose to vote for the ruler who enforce violence you caused it. They might do it in the most obvious way, but there’s no human who isn’t a thief and a murderer. The animals that are killed for their hunger. The earth resources that people steal it from it. Everyone’s a thief, they know it or not.”

Her face was speechless as she looked at him. He could see the gears working in her head as she started thinking about it. Then she said the most unexpected thing.

“Wow, you really talk a lot”

Black bird, black moon

Black sky, black light

Black, everything black

Black heart

Black Keys, black diamonds

Black out, everything black

Black, black, everything, everything

All black, everything, everything

All black, everything, everything

All black, everything, everything, black

It started simple, he remember her angrily talking about her rude coworker who took the last stapler. He suggested she simply take it. She wants it doesn’t she ? And she deserves it better anyway. It escalated to her taking a chocolate bar from the store. Then that sweater she always wanted under her shirt. He felt so proud of her. His pure angel was slowly turning to a dark one. Her wings slowly turning black. That’s when it happened. She called him scared and shaken. She was working overtime when she begged him to come. The whole floor was dark when he saw red stains. A woman dead with what seemed like a box cutter inside her chest. She’s still breathing he noted.

“CHROLLO THANK GOD. PLEASE HELP ME”

His hysteric crying sweetheart came to him covered in blood.

“I DIDN'T MEAN TO I SWEAR ! SHE SAW ME TAKING THE BOX CUTTER AND STARTED ACCUSING ME OF THE STAPLER AND SAID SHES GOING TO TELL EVERYONE AND HAVE ME FIRED ! SHE CALLED ME HORRIBLE NAMES AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF”

She sobbed as he hugged her. He was so happy, his angel finally joined him in the dark side. She didn’t excatly kill her but, there’s no need for her to know that.

In a nocturnal state of mind

Children of the night

But it's the only way of life

This black hole's pulling me inside

Of this black heart, the black soul

Underneath this black, black sky

Cleaning up was easy, he swiftly wrapped the body as she bleached the floor. The body and the box cutter where thrown inside a manhole. By the time anyone notices they’d be long gone. He got the message of the exorcist before she called him. He held her hands as she cuddled up to him still shaking.

“We should take a shower, but before that”

He added seriously making her looking at him in her tears eyes.

“I’m a spider love. I’m the head of them. You thought of us as such a horrible people but you are one of us after all”

He said smiling seeing her shocked expression. She held into him tighter as she shakes harder. He felt the smile getting wider. There’s no escape, she’s too weak and dependent now. She knows he saved her, she knows how awful the things she done. It doesn’t matter on what scale she’s an outlaw who has no idea how to evade the authorities or anyone she can truly depend on.

“Come with me, they are my family and I’m sure they’ll be yours. I can teach you how to be strong. Together we will take whatever we want and be happy. You’ll have me, a family ,and everything you could ever desire. How does that sounds ?”

Her eyes looked at him. Her soft warm eyes that gave him that lunch box before. They were even more vulnerable as she slowly shook her head. She’s his black angel now.

[blackevermore]

HI I'm a little drunk can I have Dark Candy HCs? I'm inVESTED

[ Shit wish I was drunk as well this day as been shitter but time to spice shit up!]

@pastelnacht

x Wonka and Taylor get matching nails colours every time they go to the spa. Wonka will even get a full set of nails just to complete being twins but then he will get them cut down because he isn’t used to wearing long nails anymore.

x Wonka gave his “Well technically married into the Disney family but it for business only” ring to Taylor as a promise ring. It looks like this but instead of a black diamond it’s a green diamond:

x Taylor is not used to Wonka making pop culture/ internet culture references since he is, of course, a middle-age man (like a dad trying to be hip). Every time he says something for example “cop a bag” Taylor dies a little inside and mentally rolls around on the floor. Wonka shouldn’t know slag yet he does and he purposefully says things to get a reaction out of the poor girl.

x Taylor turned 21 this year (cheers to me love!) Wonka offered to drink with her her first alcoholic drink (he knew it was gonna be bad so he did it for shits and giggles). It didn’t go well, Taylor gag on a glass of whiskey and threw up on Wonka’s shoes. He was so upset with her but he understood. They later found out that she likes really fruity drinks but that doesn’t mean she’ll drink them all the time, only on special occasions. 

x Taylor stims when she nervous (claps her hands, taps on things, punches her hand, clicks her nails, clench her fist) and at first Wonka thought it was weird that she did these things when she got worked up but when his brother Wesley explained what she was doing and why. Wonka has become more aware of when things get a bit much for her and she does these things. She mostly does it when she staying up late doing paperwork and gets frustrated. 

x Wonka has cold hands despite always wearing gloves and he will take them off and touch Taylor. She is overdramatic and will flip out like a fish before trying to throw a punch at him to knock it off. 

x There hideaway space is the blue lightroom, Wonka had the room made before he knew Taylor and it’s was actually a party room. Taylor asked if it could be changed to a glow in the darkroom and he agreed. They do a lot of cuddling in there. 

x Wonka smokes but not like he used to when he was younger, he only smokes when he is under stress and it's always a chocolate laced cigar. He tried to hide it from Taylor but she already knew about his secret hookah bar so she wasn’t surprised. 

x Wonka always helps with Taylor makeup, even teaching her new ways to do it, he specializes in eyes and brows. 

x Wonka doesn’t sleep well during thunderstorms and will call for Taylor to come to his room when they get too bad. 

x Wonka plays Candy Crush on his tablet but tells everyone he is answering emails and looking over important documents. He is on level 3,291 and is currently stuck. 

x Taylor has ruined so many day uniforms when she should have changed into her waste suit for when she aids him in “disposing of wastes”. Wonka tells her he isn’t gonna get her a new uniform but then she’ll wake up to a gift box at the foot of her bed with a note that says to stop being a cry baby over clothes. 

x Wonka has only said he loves her once, he won't say it again unless he truly has to. Otherwise, his actions will speak louder than his words could ever. But Taylor now says it proudly whenever she can. He’ll respond with “I know” “How could you now?” and a simple hum.

x Wonka still gets butterflies in his stomach when Taylor kisses him. He has never felt that with anyone else and trust me he was a hoe back in the day. But her kisses feel brand new and make him weak every time he gets them. It’s almost like he can taste her lips when he thinks about it. 

x Imagine the culture shock when Taylor shows up. Wonka didn't understand blackness but he was more than secretly eager to learn. Taylor once told him he was the white guy that said salt was spicy and he was so offended even though he didn’t understand. This means that Taylor can play RnB music whenever she wants and he enjoys it. 

x Wonka is possessive, overprotective, and an asshole 10 year old boy in a 45 year old man’s body and Taylor wouldn’t have him any other way.

[vento-di-fata]

Heilig - Kaminari Denki x OC

Hello everyone! This is my entry for @kazooli 's contest, for which I chose the following prompt:

While I love my beautiful tired boi, I decided to change the destination of the prompt to Kaminari Denki a.k.a my pikachu prince <3, for which I can write better and also I know better as a character.

Hope you like it!

Trigger warning: graphic description of panic attacks and depression, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and medication overdose

If you feel like any of these warnings may affect you, please refrain from reading further. I tried my best to portray my character's disability and her and Kaminari's struggles with mental health as realistically as possible.

The title is inspired by the song Heilig by Tokio Hotel. Yep I still like Tokio Hotel because I’m still in my emo phase since I was 7, sue me.

Heilig

It wasn't the first time it happened.

Actually, it happened so many times that Moe had gotten kind of used to it.

It had been a stable occurrence since her childhood, and so many time there were mornings when she would wake up and know that she couldn't do it that day.

First it was the weight on her chest, then the numbness that seemed to fill her head with white static noise, like the one made by her hearing aids that time she broke them.

Then, it was the whirlwind of thoughts and anxiety, that made her heart race and her hands tremble uncontrollably.

On those times, if she managed to get out of bed, she just plugged out her hearing aids and took her medications, then went to class like always, completely zoning out until it was time to go home.

If anyone noticed, no one ever asked, for there was nothing to say.

Nothing for her to hear.

On those times, Moe wondered if joining U.A. had been a good decision. She never knew about heroes like her

(Disabled, said her mother.

Broken, said the rest of the world.)

and on those times she thought that maybe there was a valid reason why.

On those times, the colorful line of pills disposed neatly on her bedside table that she had to gulp down every morning felt like a constant reminder that something was wrong with her, that she was flawed, not good enough because heroes shouldn't be like this.

But she still swallowed them, childishly telling herself that it was the last time, this time the pills would fix her.

But it never was.

With a sigh, Moe rolled onto her back and blindly reached for her phone, squinting her eyes as the light of the screen blinded her for a second.

11:30 am.

She overslept again. Fuck.

With trembling fingers she typed a message to her boyfriend Denki, asking him to come over in the afternoon, and her thumb lingered on the send button for a while.

He probably had homework to do and didn't have time to deal with her. She should probably just let him be.

Just as she stared blankly at the screen, thumb barely brushing on the button, a message from said boyfriend popped in the chat.

PikaDenki: Hey Moe-chan, do you mind if I crash at your place after school? I have homework and cookies! Plis I luv u babe <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Cloudy Freckles: I wanted to ask you the same thing lmao also cookies sound fantastic please tell me they're with chocolate chips

PikaDenki: Chocolate chips it is! See ya after school love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 remember to drink something and take your meds <3 Love you fluffle puff <3

Cloudy freckles: Love you too Pika

Once she turned off the phone, the white static filled her head again. All she wanted was to go back to sleep and drown in nothingness so she would stop shaking, and the weight on her chest would disappear.

But Denki said she had to take her medications and drink water... she didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend further, did she? She was already a disappointment as she was.

With that thought in mind, Moe forced herself to get up and do the things she was asked to do, but soon – too soon, right when she poured the pills in her hand and realized how easily she could take an extra pill and forget – she found her thoughts swirling in her head again.

“I can’t do this. I’m useless and weak and broken and weird and” The broken string of words that she slurred out, not actually hearing them because she didn’t have her hearing aids, was choked, breathless, waking an ancient terror that never left her body and soul.

Her hands felt cold and she let the pills fall down between her fingers to start idly scratching at her arms in an attempt to get some feeling in her frozen fingers, her eyes burning with tears, she felt so upset and useless and she couldn’t breathe, oh kami she couldn’t breathe.

She didn’t remember falling on her side, but the feeling of the floor beneath her and the throbbing of her head where she banged it helped her try to focus. But everything was blurry and her head was buzzing, she was so tired, she should probably have stayed in bed for a while longer. Sleep sounded really good right now...

She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

*

"Moe, wake up please. C'mon baby, you're fine aren't you?"

Denki cursed himself for being so stupid, he should have picked up something was wrong right when Moe skipped school: she never skipped unless it was really bad.

And when he went to her house and knocked he just assumed she had her hearing aids off. How could he have been such an idiot?

He gently patted her cheek, trying to get the girl to stir and wake up. When he saw her eyelids flicker and open slowly, grey eyes hooded by pale lashes, he breathed in relief and kissed her forehead. "Good girl sweetie, you're doing amazing." He praised and gently held her hands as she woke up groggily, blinking confused at him.

"Mhmh... Denki...?" Moe slurred.

Denki nodded and gently kissed her forehead. "Let's get you in bed okay fluffypuff?" He said, more to himself than to her, since she obliviously couldn't hear him. He helped her on her feet, legs shaking as a newborn foal as she clutched his hands tightly.

Once his girlfriend was safely lying on the bed, still looking pretty confused and lost, he sat beside her and tucked a strand of curls behind her ear, taking note of the angry red of her earlobes, as if she had been scratching them.

It wasn't the first time Denki found his girlfriend in a state like this, he knew about her anxiety and how it took an heavy toll on her life and health. More than once Moe had confessed to him that she felt like she was losing her mind every time she had a panic attack, the fact that it was always when she had her hearing aids off only made her more terrified because there were no sounds, nothing that could anchor her to reality.

With that thought in mind, he reached for the small box containing Moe's hearing aids on the bedside table, placing the other hand on Moe's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "C'mon Cotton candy, sit up for me?" He asked. "Let's put your hearing aids on, 'kay?"

The girl only blinked slowly at him, sitting up with his help and letting him put on her the small objects.

With a soft click, Moe's world was not silent anymore.

Wind outside.

The neighbor's dog barking.

Kaminari's breaths and his voice.

"Can you hear me, sweetcheeks?" She nodded. "Great!" He smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better...” Moe’s words were still slow and slightly slurred, but she was starting to look more focused on reality and Denki internally took a breath of relief for this.

“Did you do what I asked? Drank a glass of water and took your meds?”

Moe frowned, lost in thought. She didn’t remember if she did it or not... she probably didn’t. she was taking her pills and they fell because...

God, she was such a disappointment, wasn’t she?

Denki noticed her confusion and the panic that she was starting to feel, and gave her a tight squeeze on her hand. “Hey hey, it’s not a big deal, okay? You can take them tomorrow. Now you need to eat some cookies and rest!” He declared. Cookies sounded really good to Moe and she perked up at the mention. “I have the ones with chocolate chips!”

In a matter of minutes, the both of them were safely tucked under a blanket, a bag of cookies on Moe’s lap as she laid her head against Denki’s shoulder and kept an hand on his chest, gripping lightly at his shirt as her boyfriend played with her hair and made stupid jokes. His other hand was gently tracing circles on Moe’s wrist, feeling under his fingertips the light rise of the scars he knew littered her arms.

In those moments he wished he could protect her always, not letting anything hurt her, much less her own mind that turned against her for no reason. He wished that Moe could always smile and laugh and be happy, like she deserved to be, and not be haunted by anxiety and nothingness.

Denki hated not being able to help Moe like he wanted to. He loved her so much, and it hurt to know he couldn’t do anything but try to be always here for her when it all became too much. He could just be there and hold her, try to distract her from the storm of her mind and hope it was enough.

“I can hear you thinking, Arashi.” Moe mumbled suddenly, munching on a cookie.

“Sorry, Kumo.” He kissed her forehead, smiling apologetically. She hummed contentedly and closed her eyes, a soft smile on her face.

He would have done anything to see her smile like this.

“du wirst für mich, immer heilig sein Ich sterb' für unsere Unsterblichkeit Meine Hand von Anfang an über dir, ich glaub' an dich du wirst für mich, immer heilig sein”

“To me you'll be forever sacred I'm dying but I know Our love will live Your hand above Like a dove Over me Remember To me you'll be forever sacred” – Heilig, Tokio Hotel

[eternityunicorn]

Elejah Oneshot - The Romantic Getaway +18

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikealson x Elena Gilbert 

Warnings: Smut, pure unadulterated smut!

Summary: While on holiday in Lisbon, Portugal, Elijah plans a romantic evening for his girlfriend, Elena, that involves dinner and dancing. There’s a reason for this plan, as the Original has a most dire question to ask the woman he loves. He wants her to marry him. But will she say yes?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So, this is a very special request fic from the lovely @elejah-wonderland. This is the first time I’ve ever written something that didn’t revolve around my OC Eternity (egotistical right?), but I did so because I love elejah-wonderland and I love the Elejah paring so much to make an exception. Let me say, it was a pleasure writing this and I was certainly challenged, which was the point. So I hope you enjoy this! 

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The city was beautiful. The company even more so. 

Elijah Mikaelson was a contented man, strolling around Lisbon, Portugal, with his lovely girlfriend, Elena Gilbert on his arm. It was never boring with her around since there was so many places that she had never been to, that he enjoyed showing her. He loved watching her gaze at the city around them with an innocent wonder of newness, as she took in the new place he displayed to her for the first time. She looked at everything with a charming childlike amazement that made Elijah love her even more. 

The Original had surprised Elena with the trip across the ocean a few days prior, giving her only a short time to prepare. She hadn’t complained though. The dark-haired beauty had simply been excited to get away to some foreign land with him. He had found himself excited for this out of country holiday as well, but for a different reason:

He was planning on asking his girlfriend to marry him. 

It was a huge step, one that Elijah had never thought that he would make. He hadn’t exactly been lucky in love over his long life, as every romance had always ended in abandonment or betrayal. That and being an immortal, marriage simply hadn’t been high on his list of life achievements he wanted to accomplish. He had simply thought it unnecessary. He still didn’t, but he knew that Elena, his human lover, would appreciate the commitment from him. And he wanted to marry her too.

His love for his little human was unlike any other that he had experienced in his time.

He had known of a small romantic restaurant in the downtown area of the city. It was to this place that Elijah took Elena, but not before he had insisted that she dress up. The restaurant was a high end place, the only type of eating establishment that he would be seen at, ever. He had bought her a new dress for the occasion earlier in the day. It was a lacy navy blue mini dress that had long lacy sleeves and an open back. She wore the white heels that she had brought with her on the trip, having known the finer things were his MO in life. 

It wasn’t long before they were sitting together at the restaurant, with Elena looking around her in wonder, just as she had with the city itself. The place was fascinating with it’s ancient Portuguese architecture and low lighting that set the romantic mood in just the right way. 

“This place is amazing, Elijah,” Elena said to him softly as she gazed about. 

“Yes, it is,” he agreed with a smile, as he watched her innocent expression. “It’s always a pleasure to come here to this city. It is one of my favorites.”

Elena looked at him with a small grin, “I can see why.”

They fell into a companionable silence for a few moments, until the waiter came over with a bottle of the finest wine they had and took their dinner order. Once that was out of the way, Elijah decided to wasted not another moment to ask her what he had been dying to ask since the evening had begun.

He carried the ring he had picked out weeks prior in his pants pocket and while his girl was distracted with the newness of their location, he discreetly removed it and held it in his hand beneath the table. He wasn’t exactly nervous, but he also didn’t know how she would react to his proposal. There was a bit of uncertainty that left him feeling a little wary; though not enough to deter him, of course.

“Elena,” he called to her gently. 

“Yes, Elijah?”

“There’s something that I want to ask you.”

She tilted her head curiously at him, intrigued, “What is it?”

He brought the small velvet box the ring was in out and placed it on the table under his hand, but made sure it was visible enough for her to see a peek of it. “Elena, you and I have been together for quite some time,” he said. “We’ve had trials and triumphs, been allies, enemies - lovers. There is nobody else in this world that I respect and love more than you - outside of family, of course.” 

Elijah paused to smile at her, enjoying the way her heart began to race in anticipation. It was as if she perceived what he wanted to ask her, which pleased him as it was a positive sign. “I have come to adore you so very much and I cannot see a life without you in it. I love you, lovely Elena, and I want you to marry me,” he told her affectionately.

He opened the box and revealed the large vintage diamond ring to her, watching her reaction carefully. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand as she saw it. Then tears began to form in her chocolate brown eyes. She didn’t speak for a long moment and the suspense was killing him; though by her reaction, he was certain he knew what her answer would be.

“Yes, Elijah. My answer is yes!” Elena said with love and excitement.

The Original breathed a subtle sigh of relief, just as the girl was leaping out of her chair and rushing to him. He was taken by pleasant surprise when she straddled his lap with her arms thrown around his neck and her lips upon his. She kissed him passionately in her happiness. It was as if the rest of the world had vanished for her in that joyous moment.

It didn’t take long before things grew a little too passionate for such a public place. Elena began grinding against him erotically, the happy emotions she felt sweeping her inhibitions away. It took every ounce of will power not to throw her onto the table and take her right there and then, if he were to be honest. Yet, Elijah had a rule about maintaining control and about never being fully intimate in public. There was a time and a place for such things. This wasn’t the time or place.

With reluctance, Elijah made Elena cease her temptation of him, pulling his mouth from hers to playfully tell her, “Not here, my darling Elena. At least, let us wait until after dinner, then we can go back to the hotel and celebrate properly.”

She considered what he said and agreed to wait. She removed herself from his lap and allowed him to put the ring upon her finger, before she retook her seat across from him. The rest of the meal was spent with her gazing at him lustfully and making all kinds of innuendoes that had the sole purpose of driving him mad with need.

The meal came and went quickly as neither of them had the patience to draw it out. Once they had finished eating, Elijah swiftly paid for the meal and then proceeded to take Elena by the hand in order to practically drag her from the restaurant. 

It wasn’t long before they were back in their hotel room with Elijah pinning Elena to the door once they were shut up inside. They kissed wildly, their tongues dancing together as he held her there. Her legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, her core grinding against his hardening length needfully; both regions of which were still fully covered. 

Elijah pulled Elena from the door and removed her body from around his, making her stand in the middle of the hotel room. He didn’t waste time in undressing her, coming to stand behind her to unclasp and then unzipping the back of the dress. Once it was opened, he proceeded to peal the tight garment from her frame, coming to kneel behind her as he guided the fabric to pool at her feet. She wore black lacy lingerie beneath and it was incredibly sexy to see her standing there that way; almost bare to him, but not quite.

He couldn’t resist trailing his lips up the back of her legs, over her backside and then up her back until he was standing to his full height behind her. His mouth attached to her shoulder, nipping her there slightly, and then his lips found the column of her throat, kissing the flesh there until she gasped his name wantonly.

Elena turned to him, her already dark eyes even darker with her need of him. She kissed him, molding herself to his body, and as she did, she made quick work of the tie he wore. Tossing it haphazardly into the room, she blindly unbuttoned his dress shirt until it was completely open, exposing his broad chest and abdomen to her wandering hands, making him shutter pleasurably at her soft touch upon his skin.

He helped her remove his suit jacket and shirt by shrugging out of both at her insistence. Once they were disposed of, Elijah picked Elena up again with her legs wrapped securely around him and he walked toward the bed, where he laid her upon the soft surface gently. 

He touched every part of her he could reach with his hands and soon his mouth followed the path they had set. His lips caressed the skin of her breasts, of which he pulled the bra cups aside to do so. Elijah took one peak into his mouth, suckling on it tenderly, making Elena sigh and squirm beneath him. Then he moved downward, over her stomach to lay open mouthed kisses there. After a time, he moved even further to her mound, tearing the thin fabric she still wore there in two and tossing the two halves aside carelessly. 

With her exposed to him, Elijah nuzzled her intimately, inhaling the sweet scent of Elena’s arousal. It was intoxicating and he felt male pride well up inside him, knowing that he was the one who caused it. It was even better that he’d be the only one to cause it for the rest of her life, as she would be his wife soon. 

Unable to resist any longer, he tasted her. Immediately did Elena’s hands fly into his hair at the dell of his tongue moving over her so intimately. She bucked and writhed beneath him, as his tongue flicked over her clit, playing with the tiny nub until she was ready to fall apart.

Before she could fall over the edge, however, Elijah pulled back. She whined at him in disappointment, but he only grinned wickedly at her as he stood from the bed and finished undressing. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes. 

Once he was bared to her, he rejoined his lovely fiancée upon the bed. He slowly kissed his way up her legs and thighs, over her mound without touching her where she wanted, and then further up her body until he could kiss her lips.

As Elijah kissed her mouth seductively with his tongue sweeping into her mouth to let her taste herself, he moved into position at her entrance. With one solid thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her. They both moaned in relief into each other’s mouths. He remained still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. 

Then Elena began to buck against him impatiently, wanting him to move. She writhed so deliciously beneath him that Elijah couldn’t resist the encouragement and began to move without further prompt. He moved slowly out, just to slam back inside her wet heat. She cried out in pleasure, her hands raking along his back as he moved like this over and over again.

Her legs wrapped around him tightly as he took her higher and higher and higher still. She gasped his name and breathed words of love to him, which made him smile against her neck as he laid sweet kisses there while they climbed to the peak together.

It wasn’t long before Elena was murmuring, “Elijah, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

And just like that, she was. Elijah felt her walls flutter around him, before they clamped down as her orgasm took hold. Her end prompted his own instantaneously, and with a few more hard thrusts he was spilling into her, moaning loudly into the room in bliss as he did. 

Breathing heavily, Elijah kissed Elena’s los lazily in the aftermath. He felt nothing but love and happiness in that moment. “I love you, my lovely Elena,” he whispered tenderly against her mouth, as he rested over her. “Always and forever.”

“I love you too, Elijah,” she replied as she ran her fingers through his slightly damp hair. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s going to be epic.”

He chuckled and kissed her again, “Yes, it most certainly will be.”

The End

[pseudocitrus]

date // arima x eto

for @kingkishou‘s birthday. this is belated, but happy birthday!! thank you for being my friend this past year and i wish you so much good fortune and health in your year ahead! <3

~1300 words, no content warnings. excerpt:

One day, they plan out all the next year’s meetings in advance. Arima agrees readily to it, and when Eto begins listing off the dates he simply listens, and nods, and when she frowns at him and asks if he can really remember each one without taking notes, he simply repeats each date and time back to her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember,” he reassures her, misinterpreting her deepening frown, as usual.

“I’m not worrying,” Eto tells him. Sometimes the amount of empty space he has in that head of his just bewilders her.

“It’s better for us to leave no trace.”

One day, they plan out all the next year’s meetings in advance. Arima agrees readily to it, and when Eto begins listing off the dates he simply listens, and nods, and when she frowns at him and asks if he can really remember each one without taking notes, he simply repeats each date and time back to her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember,” he reassures her, misinterpreting her deepening frown, as usual.

“I’m not worrying,” Eto tells him. Sometimes the amount of empty space he has in that head of his just bewilders her.

“It’s better for us to leave no trace.”

“Don’t parrot me.”

It was her idea in the first place, to keep all correspondence between them face-to-face. There are only some times she feels something like “regret” about it — uncomfortable times — like when she has nothing to do but turn on the news to see if there’s any report on the Reaper. Or when Arima looks away from her to check a message on his dove-white device. Or when it’s one of the two-week stretches between their meetings, and she finds herself watching human girls on the subway smiling down dumbly at their phones.

Just this morning one of them had been right next to her, carefully filtering blurry photos: the morning sun, a dog, an unimpressive skyline, a plate of gleaming cooked meat, a dog again, a set of empty dishes, a dog again, a cake topped with fruit and candles, a dog again.

“Are those all the dates you have in mind?” Arima asks.

“No,” Eto says. And she tells him the last one.

:::

Of all of them, it’s the most unusual date. Her selections strategically avoided not only the usual predictable swells of CCG and ghoul activity, but also the other meetings, the secret ones.

“We have a meeting less than a week before that date,” Arima told her, to which she replied with a shrug.

“So? Are you busy on that day?”

“No,” Arima said. He added, for some reason, “Of course not.”

“I didn’t think so. Let’s meet then.”

So, they do.

It’s not the usual place. And it’s snowing. And it’s crowded, but Arima spots her easily, perched on one of the railings by the statue of a dog, and she slides down wordlessly when he arrives, and pats the snow off her skirt, her tights, her boots, her scarf, the faux fur lining of her sleeves and hood.

“I’ve never seen you wear so much clothing,” Arima remarks, because it is true, and her huff condenses into so huge a plume that her glasses fog. Frankly, until this moment it hadn’t even occurred to him that she owned this many garments.

“Hungry?” she asks.

“Is a restaurant an appropriate location?” he asks back.

“Depends.” She looks him up and down. “You like to eat meat, right? Probably? There’s no other way you can build all that muscle otherwise, right?”

“I do eat it.”

“Good.”

The place she leads him to is packed, but Eto smiles and chimes her name to an attendant — “Takatsuki” — and they are led through the crowds to the rear, where the attendant removes the “Reserved” sign from a grill embedded in a small table. They sit. Around them people are chatting, yelling, laughing raucously.

“It’s too loud to talk,” Arima says, and by the third time he says it Eto hears it well enough to say “Then don’t.” She peruses the menu, which is yellowed and sticky.

“Do any of these stand out?”

“Stand out?”

“Do you want one more than the others?”

He looks down. He flips the menu over and over, but both sides just seem to list of different types of meat. “I don’t know enough to make a decision,” he says.

“Let’s just do the special then.”

The platter comes out not too long later, with a couple of beers, which Eto ordered after surreptitiously glancing at the other tables. The special contains several varieties of meat which to him all look pretty much the same. The attendant sets a flame into the grill and leaves.

“Alright,” Eto says. “Go ahead.”

“Go…ahead? And cook it?”

“Sure. Unless you want to eat it raw.”

“Can we?”

“We probably shouldn’t.”

They look at the platter.

“I’ve never done this before,” Arima says.

“Well…” Eto reaches for a pair of metal chopsticks, straightens them against her palm with a grimace. “It can’t be that hard, right?”

:::

It is. It’s only about halfway through that they get the hang of it, sort of, which he would like to think is admirable progression given the almost-immediate realization that neither of them have really cooked anything quite like this in their lives. Eto laughs when she realizes it.

“Stupid,” she says. “I didn’t even think it was possible the god of the CCG wouldn’t even know how to cook himself a meal.”

“Do you?” he asks. and then, before she can reply — “That one’s done, remove it!”

“Is it? It doesn't look done.”

“The ones of that size appear to be finished after a minute and forty-two seconds,” Arima explains hastily, but of course by the time he finishes saying it a minute and forty-nine seconds have elapsed, and Eto has to saw the black parts off with a chopstick before she pops the piece into her mouth, triumphant, and suppressing a cringe at the heat.

They manage to eat about a good amount of meat that way, yanking it in panic the moment the edges start to blacken; and the rest, the charred bits, they attempt to gnaw and then decide to dispose of quietly in the coals when the waitress isn’t looking. They nurse each belligerent spitting piece down until it looks like they’ve devoured most of their meal, rather than just half.

“It probably would have just tasted better raw,” Eto sighs, when she counts out money for the bill. But it’s nice, really, that it was warm. He barely feels the cold when they gather their coats and exit, the sun set now, and the falling snow turned golden and red by the city lights. Suddenly, he remembers, with a blink. For a while — in that room, in the clamor, in the heady bitterness of soot and alcohol in his mouth, in the strange but casual focus on grilling — he’d…forgotten.

He straightens his coat.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

“Almost. There was only one thing I wanted to talk about anyway.”

They return to her apartment, where Eto immediately sloughs off the majority of her clothes. Arima picks up her coat from the entryway and shakes the melted droplets of snow from it before removing his own coat and shoes and picking his way inside. They meet here rarely, but whenever they do, Eto always visits her fridge for a snack. He’s surprised to see her still open the fridge door even after eating another meal, and is surprised further when what she withdraws isn’t a plastic container, but instead a white cardboard box.

She clears a spot on her kotatsu, and gestures for him to sit. He tucks his knees beneath the slowly heating blanket and watches as she turns the box toward him and gingerly opens it. It’s a cake, topped with out/of-season strawberries, and a placard on it made of chocolate. He recognizes her handwriting from her autographs, and from the crookedness he would expect from someone who has written a lot of things, but not with frosting.

It reads, messily: Happy birthday.

She lights candles. He stares at it.

“You have to blow them out,” Eto says, and he replies, “I know.”

“Are you thinking of a wish?” she asks, with a snort.

“No,” he says. “I’m just looking at it.”

“It’s very nice,” he says, after a while.

Eto moves herself beneath the blanket as well. The table is so small that their knees touch. She pulls the covers up to her shoulders, and sighs.

“Too bad we can’t take a picture of it.”

“It’s not necessary,” Arima tells her. “I’ll remember.”

And he blows the candles out.