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cowgurrrl · 1 year ago

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helloooooo here to request and plead for an OFTM piece from you where Sam has gotten in this phase where he is extra clingy to actress!reader and just wants to be with his mama all the time and doesn’t like it when Joel touches her or when her and Joel are sitting together, Sam will make sure he sits in between and clutches you and he’s saying stuff like no don’t touch my mama and Joel starts bantering back saying she’s mine first she’s my mama to rile him up…one of the instances where Sam again yells at Joel in his baby voice to not touch his mama and Joel is like HOW DO YOU THINK YOU GOT HERE?!?! Fluff fluff fluffff

OH I LOVE THIS

Mama’s Boy

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: a little bit of yearning, toddlers, fluff, that’s it!!

"It's just a phase, Joel! He'll grow out of it in like a week." You say as you follow him into the kitchen after barely getting Sam down for a nap. Sam has never been the best sleeper, and with this new stage he's going through, it's gotten even harder. It doesn't help that Joel only wants to help, and Sam doesn't give less of a shit.

Sammy recently turned two and has become a Stage Four Clinger but only for you. He only wants you to do bathtime and bedtime. He only wants to sit with you, talk to you, snuggle with you. He only wants Mama all the time. And it was incredibly sweet for the first two days, but it's been a week now, and you're exhausted. He doesn't even like it when Joel tries to touch you, which has been more than frustrating for your constantly affectionate husband. He even started climbing in bed with you two, positioning himself so Joel can't even throw an arm around you as he sleeps.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one getting pushed out." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

"'Pushed out?' Okay, that's a little dramatic, even for you." You laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his jaw. He sighs and uncrosses his arms enough to catch your belt loops with his fingers. It's the closest you've gotten in several days, and you both take the opportunity to relish in it. He smells like cedar and something smoky, and his stubble is rough against your lips. He's gotten more lax with his shaving since Sam was born, and you are definitely not against it. The beard suits him, and you've told him that many times. It's probably why he still hasn't shaved.

As you kiss his skin, he dips his chin to catch your lips and tugs on your belt loops to bring you closer. The sun spilling in from the kitchen window warms Joel's back, and your engagement ring catches on the soft cotton of his shirt, revealing a little sliver of perfect skin. There's no rush or urgency to the kiss. It's just about being close to him in your quiet house.

"I miss you," he whispers against you, and you nod.

"'M right here."

"I know," he sighs, his grip on you tightening just a little. "I know."

"And you know he's just being clingy, and it has nothing to do with you, right?" You ask. "I'm sure Sarah and Ellie went through the same thing when they were younger."

"Sarah and Ellie didn't have two parents until they were teenagers, so they had no choice but to stick close to me." He says, a smile pulling on his lips, and you tug on his shirt.

"You know what I meant."

"I did," he says, kissing your cheek. "Still hard, though."

"I get it. It's hard for me, too, but we'll miss this one day." You know he knows it's true. Even though you came into the girls' lives so late, you still miss the days when you set the table for four people or had to figure out whose car would be big enough to transport all the Millers. One day, Sam will have his own life and responsibilities, just like his sisters, but he's still your little guy right now. You can stand a little clinginess. Besides, he is his father's son. You're sure he'll almost always have a soft spot for affection.

You and Joel spend Sam's naptime cuddling on the couch and talking for the first time in a week as Daisy snoozes on her bed. He taps drumbeats into your skin as he listens to you, and you inadvertently derail his thoughts when you get distracted by kissing his face. When the world's saddest "Mama" crackles through the baby monitor, you sigh and drop your face into the crook of Joel's neck. He turns and kisses the shell of your ear, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulders.

"'S just a phase." He whispers, and you nod.

"Just a phase." You repeat as you kiss him one last time before crawling off of him and walking up the stairs. On the baby monitor, Joel watches you enter Sam's nursery, making the biggest smile break out across his son's face, and you take him in your arms, gently asking him if he had a good nap. Sam wraps his arms around your neck and lays his head full of curls on your shoulder. Watching you two is like watching two puzzle pieces fit perfectly together. He smiles as you kiss his head and sway in the dark room, humming one of his songs.

"D'you wanna go get a snack?" You ask him quietly, and he nods against you.

"I want a orange." He says.

"You can have an orange, but Mama's not that good at peeling them. Is it okay if Dada does it?"

"Dada?"

"Yeah, Dada's downstairs. And guess what?" You ask, and Sam raises his eyebrows. "I think he said something about going swimming today. What do you think about that?"

"Swimming!" Sam yells so loudly that Joel can hear it downstairs. You laugh and kiss his cheek before opening the door and walking downstairs. When Sam sees Joel, his eyes light up, and he buries his head in your neck shyly. Daisy's sixth sense seems to pick up Sam is awake because suddenly she's up and stretching, more than ready for playtime.

"Hey, buddy. D'you wanna snack?" He asks, and Sam beams. Then, in a miraculous feat, Joel opens his hands to Sam, and Sam goes to him without fussing. In fact, he even seems excited to spend some time with his dad. You sigh in relief to yourself as you follow them into the kitchen.

That afternoon, you, Sam, and Joel play in the pool without a massive tantrum or breakdown from either party. Sam bounces seamlessly from your arms to Joel's, giggling with both of you as the California sun beats down on his little hat. The only time he gets a little fussy is when Joel wraps the arm, not holding Sammy around your waist, and pulls you close. He pouts and gives Joel the Ellie Miller Stink Face, and you laugh.

"What's that look for?" Joel asks, and Sam points to where he's holding you.

"That's my mama."

"I know."

"You no touch my mama," Sam says, tugging on Joel's bicep to get him to let go of you.

"Did you know that Mama was my wife before she was your mama?" Joel asks, but Sam is not amused. He's still trying to get Joel to let go of you, clawing at his arm. You lean in and kiss Joel's cheek just to see what he'll do, and in true Joel Miller fashion, your two-year-old sighs like an old man weathered by the sands of time.

"You my mama. Not Dada's mama."

"No, Abuela Lucy is Dada's mama. That's why she's your Abuela. I'm Dada's wife." You explain.

"True." Joel chimes in. Sam looks between you and Joel suspiciously, and Joel slowly leans in to kiss you, but Sam puts a hand on Joel's mouth before he can.

"She's my wife, dude!" Joel laughs.

"No!"

"No, what?"

"No!"

"She was mine first!"

"My mama!" Sam yells as he wiggles away from Joel to get to you, and you laugh.

"I can get kisses from both my boys, silly goose." You say as you kiss his cheek and move to try and kiss Joel again, thinking that will appease his mysterious toddler brain.

"No!" He yells again.

"Samuel James Miller-"

"How do you think you got here?" You swear you had a thought, but Joel's absolutely insane response makes you whip your head around and smack his arm.

"Joel Miller!"

"Oh, she got us both with the full names, Sammy," Joel says, making an eek face at his son. "Let's swim away before she can do it again." He scoops the giggly little boy out of your arms and swims to the other side of the pool. Then, it becomes a game of you chasing the boys around the pool while calling out their full names, pretending they're in trouble. When you finally catch up to them, Joel "attacks" you with kisses to distract you long enough to swim away again and start the game all over.

That night, after conspiring against you all day, Sam finally lets Joel put him to bed and doesn't even scream whenever he kisses you. Still, he asks you to read him one story while Joel reads the second. Even though he snapped out of the phase with a silly game, it's nice to know he'll always need his mama, and Joel will always need you.

#one for the money two for the show #one for the money two for the show request #oftm family #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel was built to be a dad/husband #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller au #joel miller fluff #sorry this took so long

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misunhye · 11 months ago

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MY FIRST AND LAST

LINES

MY FIRST AND LAST

책에 적힌 글자들이 현실이 돼

가슴이 곧 터져 버릴 것 같아 [ 0:39 — 0:46 ]

Let me talk about love [ 1:14 ]

Yeah I’m talking to you [ 1:16 ]

알딸딸한 게 뭔지 난 아직 모르지만

너에게 취한 것 같아 [ 1:50 — 1:56 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:04 — 3:05 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:14 — 3:15 ]

DUNK SHOT

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도 [ 0:59 — 1:07 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 [ 2:07 — 2:18 ]

It’s a dunk shot [ 2:42 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 그 기분을 느낄까 [ 2:59 — 3:18 ]

LOOKBOOK

PHOTOCARD

Misun

thank you for the support. I appreciate all of you.

HIGHLIGHTS

oh GOD

this was the WORST era for rory

actually second worst right after we go up but we'll get into that later

she absolutely hated it for one reason:

jaemin wasn't there

she was absolutely heartbroken when they told the group he had to go on hiatus for his herniated disc

they obviously didnt show it on camera but her and jaemin were very close

he would always cheer her up

she was just not feeling this era

she talked probably even less than chewing gum

at least in chewing gum, jaemin would encourage her to speak up

the other members tried too, but it was always him who made her feel best

she’d catch herself playing with the boys and being happy and then she remembers and gets sad

she feels bad that shes enjoying herself when jaemin cant be there

she’s down for most of this era :( jaemin had to end up talking to her to reassure her (and himself) that he would come back and they’d be eight again

okay anyways .. besides the hurt and empty feeling she felt all this time

she grew an inch so she was happy abt that

her hair was still dirty blonde, not much change but she had forehead bangs this time

umm 2 fansites opened up for her this era! 'B' and 'SUGAR CREAM' !!

once again, red velvet and nct dream's promotions clashed again!!

when rookie won, joy gave a huge kiss on rory's cheeks and rory blushing was all over twitter

once again the fucking SKIRTS

this was especially bad because they had to get on the floor multiple times during the choreo

thank god for her safety shorts

actually most of the time though, luckily, she was in the back of the choreo

even though she was literally .. one of the main dancers but anyway still grateful since she mostly wore skirts during this era

also she probably had the most almost wardrobe accidents this era

so many times there was a lot of wind and her skirt would almost blow up but either she'd notice or the other members would and would quickly cover her

that happens almost every era though but like it was bad because all they wore were their fucking uniforms to perform mfal

for ppl who wanted to put her in the back to make her one of the guys and not stand out,, u werent helping with making her wear a skirt

or yknow. the only girl in a group full of boys

okay right

so she still got major hate this era. it didn’t help that her character on the mfal mv was clingy

nothing new with that

intl fans and korean fans alike were angry at the fact that she had to wear a skirt while being on the floor

but sm never changed the choreo so :/

(dw it gets better now she never wears skirts or dresses whenever they have to get on the floor for choreos)

in chewing gum era, she stuck the most to mark and jaemin

however this time, she was closest to mark and jisung

one fav moment from this era is when misun said she thought renjun's snaggletooth was cute and for him to never get it fixed to which he promptly began blushing

yeah she lowkey got cocky after that LMAO

oh during the mv

at the start she was walking with jeno and when he turned to look at the teacher, she was still talking and when she noticed he wasnt paying attention she hit him in the arm

the whole mv is just her being annoyed by the boys not paying attention to her and focusing on the teacher more

during her part w/ mark she follows and tugs on mark's arm for his attention but he doesnt give it to her

when they run for the teacher's mug and almost drop it, she's the one who quickly grabs it from smashing on the floor

the camera pans to her with a disgusted look on her face

either from how the boys were acting or the fact that the teacher left her lipstick mark on it

oh during the car thing .. she's literally just shaking her head in disappointment but helps them anyway

when they get outside and she sees the boys' disappointment to the teacher having a child and husband .. she's literally just sitting there laughing

.. until she sees the husband's face and is in awe

and then the boys make fun of her

and the end

actually her character in the mfal mv makes knetz think she’s even more of a brat and in love with the boys bc of how annoyed she acts

which sucks and she emphasizes in lives that it was just a character

for dunk shot she's pretty much neutral on this song

but she does like that she got to wear either jeans or shorts for performing it :D

when renjun throws the ball and like then haechan is supposed to catch it,,

misun is in the middle and jumps to hit the ball to haechan

her fits for dunk shot, similar to the boys she’s wearing jerseys/sport shirts with actual shorts underneath 😭 sometimes they’d be long jerseys and cover her shorts but she was always wearing shorts

sporty misun >>

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enkisstories · 10 days ago

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Detroit. Halloween 2038.

Caroline Phillips sits alone in the Phillips penthouse' open floorplan living room.

Emma is out trick 'n treating with her best friend at whose place she will also spend the night. A decision made in the best interest of the girl, but perhaps not in her mother's, as it now begins to sink in.

*tickle, tickle*

Caroline: "A ghostly hand...? I know who THAT can only be! Haha, come over here, dearest! No need to stand!"

Someting invisible shuffles over and takes a seat on the couch, then, after some hesitation, makes itself a little more comfortable.

Caroline: "I missed... am missing you so much! Without you, everything is more difficult and nothing feels fulfilling anymore."

Daniel: "Assume I acted surprised."

Caroline: "I can hear you! But your voice has changed?"

*swoosh*

Out of habit, not need, the ghost swings his leg over the couch's backrest.

John Phillips' ghostly form has exactly the same powers and limitations as Daniel's, no more, no less. That really puts things into perspective. The last doubt drops off the man. Androids are alive (well, not his anymore, but in general). In replacing Daniel with a newer model and ticking the "disposal of old device" checkmark he had ordered the execution of a sentient being.

There'll be time for guilt later, right now something else is more important.

John: "Good evening, Daniel."

Daniel: "Huh? You?!"

John: "We'll talk in a moment. First..."

(Spoilered for length)

John: "I've missed YOU, too!"

Caroline: "J... ohn? Then who is that on my lap?!"

John: "Well, who is always looking after us, even now? Who came here early to keep you company, when I was late today?"

John: "Thank you, Da..."

Amazed at the change in his former owner's attitude, Daniel doesn't think of warning John of speaking his name out loud. The moment the man has finished it, Caroline lets out a piercing shriek and jumps up. Doing so, she phases through Daniel's ghostly form and shrieks again!

John: "Better now?"

Caroline: "A... little? I can feel you... Both of you."

John: "That's the closest we can come to the world of the living. And only tonight. And only because Daniel isn't fully dead yet."

Caroline: "Daniel is dying ever since August? I noticed that he had started lagging, but hadn't expected it to be this bad!"

Daniel: "I guess that settles whether I got my atrocious social skills from you or John..."

The accusation is solely in the dead android's voice. His hand on Caroline's shoulder to the contrary feels both supportive and a little clingy - in short, it feels distinctly like Daniel's, freed from his programming, would have felt in life, had not that terrible night occured.

Speaking of night... the family sits until the sun comes up. And when that happens, the men turn visible!

Daniel: "Before we go, we need to deliver a message. Or a challenge. See, it's November now. In the near future something will happen in Detroit, or TO Detroit. Two futures are looming ahead, both with some variations, and which one exactly will come to pass hinges on several factors, one of which being our mutual old "friend", Connor."

Caroline: "That scary thing?!"

Daniel: "My words exactly. So, the safest course of action would be to sell everything, take Emma and the fishes and move away from the city before mid-November. Nobody, myself included, would judge you for that or think lesser of you."

John: "Or you could take the car, drive to Ferndale and look for a decommissioned freighter. You'll find Daniel there, in a fashion. Sorry for being so cryptic. It'll be quite the scare, but you'll be alright. And then you need to... to... erm..."

Daniel: "Can't speak it out loud, huh? Oh, John..."

John: "To give away all our remaining money to "Daniel" and his crew, in order to prepare them for what is to come."

Daniel: "You'll be piss poor and shunned by everyone except for the most undesirable company for many years. But by allowing that to happen, the best of possible futures will get realized and after that difficult time you'll be happy and respected."

It was a dream, right? She had fallen asleep on the couch and dreamed of John and Daniel?

Everything would be alright without moving or giving away all her money...

#dbh daniel #daniel pl600 #caroline phillips #john phillips #detroit become human #dbh #sims 4 #simblr #emmaphillipssims4

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 1 year ago

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No more fighting for the big spoon and little spoon

You were laying on the couch watching a movie at the apartment. Chad and Tara had went out on a date to each lunch. And Mindy and Anika went shopping.

You were enjoying the movie you were watching. You were watching an old movie called riding in cars with boy staring Drew Barrymore and Steve Zahn.

Sam walked into the living room and saw you laying on the couch. "Hi babe". She said to you.

You smiled at Sam "Hi!" You said to her.

"What are you doing?" sam asked you.

"Watching a movie". You said.

"Oh". Said Sam. "Can I join you?" She asked.

"Yeah". You said.

Sam smiled and walked over to you. She cuddled herself on you holding you tight while you're the little spoon and shes the big spoon.

"I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to say you're too clingy and too needy". Sam said to you. You turned around to face her and you looked into her eyes. "It's okay", you said. "I know you wanna protect me from another potential ghost face. I get scared because I dont wanna lose you. And i know you dont wanna lose me". You said to Sam.

"I'd be so devastated if I lost you". Sam said to you. "And that's why I get so scared when you go out alone. I dont want anything bad to happen to you. I almost lost my friends. My ex boyfriend Richie was a complete psychopath. I don't wanna lose my closest friends. And I dont wanna lose the most amazing woman in the world. You (Y/n)". Sam said to you.

You hugged Sam tightly and she hugged you back. "Baby", you said "What you and your friends went through was very traumatic. But I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. You wont lose me because the only places I wanna be is with our friends and here with you. I'm sorry if I'm too needy and too clingy. I love being with you". You said to Sam.

"I love when you're needy and clingy. I get to hold you in my arms as long as I can". Sam said to you. "I hate when we fight". She said.

"Me too. But everybody fights. Its apart of relationships. And anytime we fight we'll be able to work it out and make up". You said to Sam.

Sam smiled at you. "Thank you for understanding where I'm coming from. And understanding my point of view". She said to you.

You smiled. "Thank YOU". You said. You gave Sam a kiss on the lips twice. "Let's not fight anymore". You said to her.

"Promise". Sam said and she kissed you back. "Love you!" She said to you.

"Love you too".

You both smiled and you and Sam cuddled up and watched the movie together.

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter × you #lgbtq #scream 6

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mylensoflove · 9 months ago

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Hello! Our first pic together, I guess? I may not be very vocal, I may be quiet and sometimes show my "do not care" side, but I want you to know that I do care. I care about everybody. Idk , but Ik HAHAHAHA, I worry sometimes because you've been one of our listeners whenever we want to share something, but you've been like a closed book. You kept quiet. You've been the one giving gifts but rarely receives any. You've been there for us, thank you for staying strong for the group. I'm sorry for only noticing this and not making the effort to at least show you a portion of yourself, of how caring and thoughtful you are. You are the one who leads us, who keeps us together. You're the one who plans our gatherings, organizes everything, and contributes the most to our gala. I really appreciate that. I can't imagine the group without you, it would be chaotic, messy, and boring. You are the type of person who doesn't usually show their affectionate and clingy side, but you have your own ways of showing your care and concern. Sometimes the best care that each one of us receives is from you. The friendship that we both have is not what other people think. We're not the closest, we're not as sweet as others, not as open as other friendships, but I know (I hope we both know) that I can count on you, and you can count on me. This might sound unlikely coming from me to you, but I say this with no regrets. Like everyone else, you have your own battles. You hurt too, feel emptiness too, and worry too. Please remember that you can be vulnerable with us. You can be weak, you can cry. You don't always have to be the strong one, we can be strong for you. We care about you just as much as you care about us. So please, if you ever feel like it's getting too heavy, allow yourself to be weak. We'll embrace that! I appreciate everything you are, Krishayahhh. A HUGE THANKSSS! Love you.

#withkrishayah #krisha #gayla #krishayah #photos #Dear u

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heroexxs · 8 months ago

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"i'm not a huge fan of taking off, but you'll see that this is only trip number one." morgan teased as she already softened up when she felt lorena's lips against the back of her hand. thankfully her date suggestions were a hit and she knew she'd do whatever it took to make those dates as exciting as this one. "i'm taking you up on that, but even if it does burn i do know how to order a pretty great pizza." she teased as she leaned into her touch once again. "i'd love that, we'll bake whatever you want." when the plane was finally cruising. the seatbelt sign was finally off, morgan undid hers before getting up and tugging lorena so they could relax during the flight. "are you more of a window seat kind of person?" she teased as she moved to sit on the couch closest to the window. her arm wrapped around her shoulders as she sighed happily, holding her close to her side.

"so, i have a hot air balloon ride to plan and cooking classes." she teased with a chuckle. "and then cooking together, that's three guaranteed dates with me, you sure you won't be sick of me by then?" the last thing morgan wanted to be was clingy but she was at her happiest when the two of them were together. lorena saw her, she didn't see her parents. she didn't treat her any differently which meant the world to her. "can i toss another crazy idea out there?" the blonde teased with a little raise of her brow. "this doesn't have to be soon but... i know this was a bit of a large surprise but we could plan a trip together if you want." she said with a small shrug, hoping that lorena would take the offer casually. "doesn't have to be anytime soon, and i promise no insane surprises."

"if you got nervous flying then i would have just had to bring Italy to you." she teased as she could feel her heart swoon when she kissed her knuckle. morgan couldn't help but let out a laugh at lorena's date idea and playfully raised an eyebrow. "so this is too much, but a hot air balloon is not too much?" she teased as she tried to move as close as she could and wrap her free arm around her. it wouldn't be too hard to figure out how exactly to schedule a hot balloon ride for the two of them, and at least it would be something she'd want to do. "i might be ridiculous, but i have a strange feeling you like it." she teased as she gave her hand a squeeze. "so you like to spend your time in the air, huh? i'll remember that." she said with a chuckle as the two of the prepared to take off. she tensed up slightly but relaxed as she pulled lorena a bit closer to her side.

as they started to take off, morgan thought a bit of what exactly she liked to do. she didn't have too much free time between work to have too many hobbies but she knew she could think of something for the two of them to do. "honestly whatever we do together i'd be pretty happy with." she admitted with a little shrug as they started to fly. "but if you really want to do something for me, which you don't have to by the way..." she said with a chuckle. "i've been trying cook and bake more. think you'd be up for a cooking class? or want to stay in try not to burn down my apartment?" while she loved hopping in a get to go get something to eat, she didn't mind spending some much needed time inside. she didn't have too much of that so any time she could relax together was much needed. "i know it's different from this but we could stay in every now and then."

#hypnoticfever #[ morgan convo ]#right!!! my god they are adorable

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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how do you think the monster boys would react to some of the funnier/more endearing things humans do?

example:

- sometimes we say "ow" before we even register the fact of any collision, even if we ourselves cant get hurt at all in the interaction, ex. hitting a wooden spoon super hard against a stove.

- many people like to make "nests", or just piles of blankets and pillows, and hide in them. sometimes they'll become "blanket monsters", where they'll quickly grab things like snacks, small toys, and even other people and animals and drag them under the blanket. this is especially prominent during times of general discomfort, such as sickness or menstruation, although anyone can do this just for fun. (watches as grim gets dragged into the blanket void by yuu)

- comfort foods. we have them, and we specifically save them for later when we need said comfort. even unorthodox things like extremely spicy food or poorly cooked meals can be comforting if they have sentimental value

- we will listen to sounds we hear over and over, and occasionally mimic them to the point of annoying ourselves

- we will find almost anything "cute" and either will try to pet it (whether it attacks us or not), or if we know it will, we'll sit in misery. most animals do like our scritches though.

Cater's Magicam page is going to go viral with all the cute endearing qualities. Were it not for Riddle and Trey, he'd have his phone out 24/7 just to capture these moments much like how we try to get ready to capture a photo of a rare bird or the elusive "blep" of a kitty or "blop" of a dog 😂

That being said, Yuu (and mini!Yuu) are going to be endeared to these monsters, even if some of their behavior seems a little odd to them. Hey, even we get baffled by the behavior of our own pets and other animals, why wouldn't they be baffled by us? (Despite being baffled by our own species as we are) 😂

Anytime the boys hear Yuu/mini!Yuu yelp in pain or even say "ow" they're immediately poking their head in to check on them. Unless Yuu is naturally clumsy and this is common for them to see, the boys will automatically begin to worry and fuss or have the first aid kit ready to use--after all, they can't afford to have their reputation (much less the school's) be tarnished for not caring about what is literally the last human in Twisted Wonderland's existence! And of course they grow to care about the weird human, but you won't hear most of them say it aloud. And then there's the resiliency of a tiny toddler like mini!Yuu.

Mini!Yuu: *-running and giggling before tripping and falling to the ground, getting up seconds later to continue running without a second thought-*

Ace: "Whoa! Yuu, are you okay?"

Deuce: "Oh no, your knee!"

Mini!Yuu: *-stops and looks down, seeing the scrape on their knee and realizing it stings before tearing up and wailing-* "Waaaah!"

Crewel: *-in the distance-* "Who made the puppy cry?!"

(Don't worry, mini!Yuu was fine when mama Vil put a bandaid on, Trey gave them a cookie to cheer them up, and Crewel let them snuggle his pelt. All is right with the world!)

The blanket one...pfft, I can imagine that Grim is oftentimes the main one who gets dragged into the blanket monster for cuddles due to his size. XD I think it becomes a sort of game for the boys to place snacks and other fun or silly things near the opening to see Yuu grab and drag them under the blanket, and their reward is often nicknamed "Blanket Monster Snuggles" when Yuu rises up with the blanket still wrapped around them and covering the closest monster.

Needless to say that Yuu could be very clingy and refuse to let go, yet these boys wouldn't mind in the slightest once they got used to it. More often than not if Yuu falls asleep while hugging them under the blanket, they'll wake up either in one of the other respective dorms of their friends or in yet another first year cuddle pile. Imagine Riddle's surprise and confusion on seeing Deuce almost completely draped in a blanket like a cape or cloak and only realizing that the strange lump on his back is actually Yuu fast asleep! 😂

When it comes to comfort food, no matter if it's a favorite main course or a favorite thing you want to save for last on your plate or even just a snack you hoard away, the guys might think it's a hibernation thing since some monsters do that. But nope, we just want to save specific ones we love for later/last/comfort days.

Also, picture this:

Ace: "Uh, Yuu? Why are you separating the blue candy from the rest?"

Yuu: "I'm saving them for last." *-pours another handful and sorts through them, separating the blue pieces before devouring the rest-* "The blue ones taste the best."

Ace: "Huh? But...they all taste like chocolate. The only difference is the color."

Yuu: "The blue ones taste the best to me."

Ace: "...is this another weird human thing?"

Yes Ace, it is indeed another "Humans are Weird and Adorable" moment. 🤣

I did actually briefly mention the "mimicking sounds to the point of annoying ourselves" in one of Cater's Magicam posts here!

As for the petting cute things we consider cute or sulking if we can't...

During chapter three when they meet the tweels and see them in their real forms:

Yuu: *-gasp-* "Sea puppies!!! So cute!!!"

Ace and the others: "Eh?!"

Jade: "Oya? You think we are...cute?"

Floyd: "Neh, aren't you scared of us, lil' Shrimpy?"

Yuu: "How can I when you look so cute?! Can I pet your ear fins??"

Ace/Deuce/Jack/Grim: "NO!!!!"

Or in chapter 2 when meeting Leona:

Leona: "What are you looking at, herbivore?"

Yuu: *-visibly looking dismayed and pouting-* "It's not fair..."

Leona: "Oh? And what's not fair...?"

Yuu: "You all look so cute and I'm sad because I can't pet any of you! TT^TT"

Savanaclaw (and Heartslabyul): "Cute?!"

Cater: "Yuu...never have I ever heard anyone ever call Savanaclaw 'cute'. Smh..."

Aaaand...that's all I can think of off the top of my head at the moment! Hope you guys enjoyed the silliness and reminder that humans can be adorable~! >v<

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #cater diamond monster magicam

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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since movie! Sonic and movie! Knuckles are on your list, how about we complete the trio? Could you do concepts for yandere movie! Tails?

I could, but keep in mind they'll be more towards platonic than romantic. Even if I aged him up, due to his nature, he still feels more kid-like. I can see Modern! Tails as 18 like I see other characters, Movie! Tails and Classic! Tails not so much. So take this leaning more towards platonic.

Like, "We'll be friends... forever :)" kind of thing.

Yandere! Movie! Miles "Tails" Prower Concept

(Leans towards platonic)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior (Platonic), Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Obsessive behavior, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior.

- Tails is a determined, intelligent, yet shy young fox that has grown up lonely most of his life.

- It isn't until he goes to Earth and helps Sonic save the world that he learns how valuable friends and family are.

- You probably meet the fox by being friends with the Wachowski family.

- Only recently growing fond of the three... alien fur children they adopted-

- Soon you're friends with all three of them along with Tom and Maddie.

- There's Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles.

- All of them having their own unique quirks that you find adorable.

- Tails happens to be the one that's closest to you.

- Often getting excited whenever he hears you're coming over to visit the family for a bit.

- You love him like the kid/friend you never had along with the others.

- Tails sees you as one of his closest friends other than Sonic.

- Although, due to a lack of social understanding, he appears to take it too far when it comes to you.

- "Is (Y/N) coming today!? I've been working on this new gadget lately!"

- Tails towards you would be Clingy, Overprotective, Obsessive, and sometimes Jealous.

- While his intentions are purely innocent, he expresses them the wrong way.

- He gets so anxious when he can't see you....

- But when you come over he's rarely away from your side.

- Even getting upset when you have to go or someone tries to pry him off of you.

- He's rather childish with his fixation towards you, too.

- Even getting jealous when you are with other people.

- "I...I thought WE were close friends...."

- Tails is a bit delusional, too, believing himself to be your closest friend.

- He's also one to fear for your safety after the Robotnik attack.

- The young fox's solution?

- Create drones, trackers, etc to keep an eye on you.

- Along with tracking any other 'friends' you have.

- He'll always be the best friend for you.

- You don't need any other friends, do you?

- "Who was that person you were talking to? Do you... like them more than me?"

- He's too innocent for kidnapping, much less violence.

- However, stalking and tracking is his style.

- He hides his 'little' obsession from the others as much as he can.

- Tails can't have you find out what he does for you....

- Although the fox can be clumsy.

- You'll find it weird when you hang out with friends and feel something stuck on your back.

- That or the small 'whirr' of a drone nearby.

- Don't worry about it!

- It's all for your safety, he promises.

- It's what best friends do right?

- Don't they keep each other safe and stay loyal to one another?

- "Oh! I missed you so much! Will we be hanging out again today?"

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere tails #platonic yandere #implied platonic yandere tails #yandere platonic movie tails #yandere miles tails prower

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longlostzoldyck · 3 years ago

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we're doing this again? (we'll just have to share pt. 2)

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader x maki zenin

wc: 4.8k words, minors dni (sexual content 18+)

warnings/ tags: angst, smut, established relationships, polyamory, train sex (as in the vehicle lol), unprotected safe (don't do it, please protect your privates), oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, use of sex toys, unrealistic belly bulges, handjobs, degradation, threesome, double penetration, touch of aftercare

summary: after returning from your mission, both megumi and maki start getting increasingly clingy and you struggle to balance your time between them. however, some jealousy might just breed creativity.

read pt 1: we'll just have to share

returning to your regular day to day activities after that fated mission, felt close to impossible. maki and megumi were both fighting for your attention, constantly making you choose between staying with one of them. every time you confronted them for their jealousy they were both just so fucking stubborn about it.

you didn't know what to do about it, especially because the sex afterwards had been so good. every time it felt like they were trying to out do the one evening all three of you shared. almost like clockwork, gojo assigned all three of you back out for a mission since you had been so efficient as a team last time that he thought you three were the best team for the job. you, however, insisted to plan your own accommodations using gojo's credit card that is. he agreed, still annoyed at how much the three of you complained about the sleeping situation the last time you went on a mission.

you made sure to make reservations for two rooms and would have to talk to them about this like adults. they were going to have to be happy with half of you time and share you with the other. you were so nervous about this conversation you didn't even have time to think about the curse you were meant to exorcise.

you had to take the train to a whole different province for this mission. you didn't mind the long trip, actually enjoying reading or relaxing on the train before you had to think about exorcising a curse or talking about your relationship to your partners. you were staring out the window watching the city disappearing into the countryside when someone nudged your knee. you turned your attention to maki who was sitting directly across from you now.

"something wrong?," you asked and she simply shrugged.

"no, just wanted to get your attention," she gave you a sly smile as she pushed her knee in between yours keeping your legs slightly spread apart. you for some reason decided a dress and boots would be the best clothes to travel in. she enjoyed watching your sudden embarrassment leaning forward in her seat and rubbing your knees softly.

"anything in particular you have in mind?," you asked with a teasing tone, not actually comprehending how serious she was. she inched forward running her fingers up the inside of your knee and thigh. you gasped lowly feeling her touch so close to your heat already. maki wasn't normally affectionate in public, much less one to initiate public sex, but there she was rubbing up your thigh with the tips of her fingers.

"i'm going to the bathroom. you are welcomed to join," she said ever so effortlessly before standing from your seats and making her way to the bathroom closest to you. you remained glued to you seat slightly taken a back by her preposition, already anticipating the toe curling pleasure maki had in store for you.

you followed her shortly after to try to avoid any suspicion as to what you were doing. before you could even take in the tiny room you were in, maki was pulling you into her messy kiss. you moaned into each other's mouths as she pressed you against the wall lodging her knee in between your legs just grazing your cunt.

"ma-maki," you groaned against her lips, but she was unrelentingly attacking your mouth with her tongue and rubbing you through your panties already.

"you're gonna have to be quiet, little girl," she instructed you, shoving your underwear to the side and rubbing circles on your clit. you fell over surprised by the jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. "if you can't stay quite, i'm gonna have to keep you quiet. got it?"

you nodded desperately into her hands letting your head fall back in pleasure as you attempted to keep in your moans. she turned your body sitting you on the sink. she rolled your skirt up and ripped your poor excuse for a thong down your legs and dived into your cunt. you had to bite your knuckle in order to hold your moans back. she was just devouring your cunt.

your eyes met for a moment and she beamed with pride when she saw how much pleasure you were in. she stuffed two fingers inside your soaping cunt and a yelp accidentally left past your lips. she stood back up towering over you, keeping her fingers deep inside your pussy.

"baby, what did i tell you about being quiet?," she cooed with the softest voice you had ever heard coming from her.

"i'm sorry. you just feel so good inside me," you sighed against your lips.

"don't worry about it, my little whore," she cooed before shoving two of her fingers inside of your mouth. "now suck or i'll stop."

you wrapped your fingers around her wrist like it was your lifeline as you started to suck on them and cover them in your drool. she continued to pump her fingers into your pussy at an inhumane rate. you sucked on her fingers harder swirling your tongue around her digits. she leaned down sucking your neck and jaw hopping to push you over the edge. once she found your sweet spot you were a goner cumming on her fingers like you never had before.

"so good, pretty girl," she praised pulling her fingers out of your pussy and sticking them inside her mouth savoring a taste of your juices. "we better exorcise this curse quickly cause i plan on watching you cum all night."

she stated so matter of factly then pulling the fingers in your mouth out. she leaned past your body and washed her hands on the sink as you recovered from your orgasm. you felt a pang of guilt in your stomach. how were you supposed to split your time between them? sleep with one of them the first half of the night and the other the second? should you sleep with maki and tell megumi she just offered first? the stress of the situation returned to your mind quickly as maki leaned down grabbing your thong from the floor.

"i'm taking this. thanks for the souvenir, baby," she said then pressing a chaste kiss on your lips then stuffing your thong in her coat pocket. "can you walk okay?," she teased you slightly and you simply rolled your eyes pulling her in for another kiss.

"i'm fine. i just can't believe you're gonna let me fight a curse without underwear."

"you'll have to be extra careful, won't you baby?"

she pulled away from you right when you were going to kiss her again giving you a sly smile. you fixed your dress quickly following her out of the restroom feeling like you might have just gotten away with nobody noticing what you two had just done in that tiny restroom. that was until you returned to your seats and found megumi pouting in his seat.

"what are you doing here?," you asked before he could even begin his own interrogation.

"these are our seats," he replied so matter of factly as maki pulled you into the two seats across from him.

"i know that, gumi. i just thought you were in the lounge," you explained finally settling in your seat and crossing your legs. if he noticed you weren't wearing underwear, he would lose his god damn mind. "we were just walking around trying to get pictures."

"you sure? i couldn't find you for a while..."

"what is with the interrogation, fushiguro?" she rolled her eyes at his insistence and coming to your defense.

"sorry, i was just curious...," he responded with a tinge of honesty. you leaned forward squeezing his knee with a smile as a sign of affection and he smiled softly.

"do we know anything about this curse?," you changed the subject completely hoping to distract gumi from further interrogations or questions he didn't want the answers to.

you finally arrived at your destination by sundown and found that what you thought was one curse was actually three which made the mission much more manageable. all you needed to do was dispose of one each and you could be back in your hotel. you would have returned home if there was a train running this late. alas, it was time for the moment you had been dreading for the entire mission.

the three of you arrived to your hotel and got the keys to your rooms. you let gumi and maki shower first as you only had two bathrooms and just anxiously waited for the conversation to come. the door that connected both of your doors was opened revealing a wet megumi. he seemed to have just gotten out of the shower, his hair still dripping and a towel dangerously wrapped against his waist.

"you can take a shower over here if you want," he offered before rubbing an extra towel on his hair. you nodded offering him a smile and standing from your place. you grabbed your bag of toiletries and some clothes taking them to his bathroom then returning to the bedroom to find some underwear. as you made your way back to the bathroom, gumi tugged on your wrist pulling you in for a tender kiss. it wasn't rushed or sloppy, he just wanted to savor you for a moment.

he cupped your face softly to deepen the kiss making your swoon in his grasp. you draped your arms around his neck and he pinned you against the dresser. he snuck his fingers up your thigh and was shocked to be met by your bare cunt against his fingers.

"princess, you didn't have underwear on this entire time?," he questioned flicking his eyes back up to meet yours.

"yeah, i thought i accidentally flashed you while we were fighting those curses," you countered smugly and he simply leaned down pressing his lips against yours again. you swooned in his grasp as he hungrily sucked on your lips.

"wow, fushiguro, you're that horny?," maki's teasing tone interrupted your heated make out session. you pulled away from each other and gumi just sighed annoyed.

"you shouldn't talk about horny. you literally had to fuck her on a train earlier," he countered which drew a small giggle from you.

"okay, while this is incredibly entertaining, i have to shower and i need you two to not kill each other while i'm gone. i need to talk to both of you afterwards."

"we'll be fine, angel," megumi reassured which you appreciated. maki nodded and you proceeded to climb into the shower. this time you showered quite quickly starting to come up with how you wanted to start this conversation.

when you finally got out of the shower in your pajamas and with wet hair, you were happy to see both of them still awake. you called megumi and brought him over to the other room where maki was and you sat them down both on the bed. they seemed very confused as to what was happening.

"what's wrong, y/n?," maki asked not being able to wait any longer.

"nothing's wrong. well, sort of, well...," you stumbled on your words pausing for a second to collect your thoughts. "i love both of you, and i don't need you two to love each other or be the closest of friends, but i need you to respect the relationship i have with the other," you blurted out.

"you think i don't respect your relationship with maki?," megumi questioned instantly.

"i just... i don't want you guys to fight for me. you both have me. not that i like the idea of being an object but it serves the metaphor."

"why didn't you tell us you were feeling like this?," maki finally asked not liking that you were hiding how unhappy this was making you.

"honestly? i didn't know how to and the constant sex was also really good," you joked which made them both laugh and lightened the mood in the room.

"so, we just need to get better at sharing you?," he asked with a soft tone. you nodded in response.

"yeah fushiguro that's not as easy as it sounds," she replied with a snarky tone.

"is it?, he questioned. "what if we just share you more often?"

his suggestion peaked your interest. what he was suggesting seemed to make sense to help mediate the jealousy between the both of them. this might completely backfire but it might also help, so you were willing to risk it. you turned to look at maki trying to gauge where her mind was.

"what do you think, y/n?," she asked

"i'm willing to try it if you are," you replied. she smiled cupping your face and tilting your chin to plant a kiss on your lips.

"okay, so what does that mean for tonight? how are we sleeping?," maki asked still unsure whether this was going to work.

"well, we could all share the bed. y/n can be in the middle and we can try to figure it out," he suggested and you all nodded.

you were all ready for bed, clean and dressed in cozy pajamas. well, you were wearing deceptively cozy pajamas. you didn't expect them to react this well to your suggestion so you thought you'd have to split your time between them both so you would make up for it by wearing some skimpy lingerie for them. you were wearing a white lace set with heart cuttouts on your nipples and pussy. you were dying to show the set off and were sort of disappointed that neither of them would be seeing it as you all settled for bed.

maki was the one to turn off the lights after you all climbed into bed. you were in between them with gumi pressed behind you and maki with her arms wrapped around you pulling you into her chest. your cheek was laying right a top her chest and she had swung your leg across her body.

everything started pretty innocent. you each tried to settle into bed and fall asleep, but you were all so hyperaware of your position that the slightest movement made you shoot back up awake. you kept shifting your leg on maki's waist trying to find a more comfortable position. gumi shifted his hand up to your waist. small movements that slowly felt like the most torturous teasing. gumi was losing his mind behind you feeling how your ass grazed his cock every time you shifted. maki could feel herself get hornier as she felt how soaked you were under your underwear pressed against her leg.

"fushiguro, do you want to practice sharing?," maki's voice somehow came out steady despite the fact she was so turned out by how you were pawing and rubbing yourself against her body.

despite how dark it was in the room, both raven haired sorcerers met eyes coming to a silent agreement. now they just needed to see where to start.

"since i got to fuck our little princess on the way, i'll let you take the lead first," he nodded accepting her proposition. she pulled out of your grasp allowing him the space to do whatever he wanted. he leaned forward capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"wait, i need to show you both something. i have a surprise," you announced so matter of factly. they were very confused as to what you meant by a surprise until you climbed out of bed to stand in front of them. you slipped off your pajama shorts and shirt to reveal your body wrapped in the most delectable lingerie they had ever seen.

"oh, princess, you bought yourself something new for us?," gumi asked drooling over the cutouts on your lingerie which left nothing to the imagination. he stood up walking to you pulling you in for a heated kiss. "such a pity that we're gonna have to ruin it. do you want my cum down your throat or on your tits?"

"i want you down my throat, gumi," you answered eagerly which caused him to groan.

"you're such a good fucking girl, princess," he praised wholeheartedly bringing you in for another fiery kiss. he finally pulled away from you leaving you breathless. you were lucky he could so easily manhandle you because he could just mold you to his desired position. he laid you face up with your head hanging off the edge of the bed.

you remembered maki was in the room when you felt someone tug on one of your nipples. she had laid in bed next to you and was now teasingly playing with your body which was left all vulnerable to her. gumi brought your attention back to him by tapping your lips with his fat cockhead. you opened your mouth and took him as far down your throat as he could go. gumi loved when you swallowed his long cock, but in this position it was even harder to take him down your throat.

you hollowed your cheeks and gumi started to fuck your mouth repeating your name over and over as he chased his high. he was so close to cumming you could feel his dick twitching against the walls of your throat. you groaned around his dick when you felt someone slap your pussy lips.

"fushiguro look how full she is. she gasping on your cock. but wait till she's gasping on mine too."

you then realized that maki had brought one of your strap-ons for the trip and had put it on while you and gumi were making out. she was tapping the cockhead on your folds trying to get it somewhat lubricated before sinking it inside of you. she finally suck the tip into your entrance stretching you out in an absolutely blissful way.

"see fushiguro. she's so fucking full now," she accentuated her words by pressing on the bulge on your belly. you gagged on gumi's dick from the sheer pleasure and pain and gumi came instantly at how tight your throat squeezed him. you swallowed as much as you could but still felt some drops spill out from the sides of your lips. he reached down cleaning the sides of your mouths making the whole moment incredibly intimate. he pulled his cock out becoming oversensitive from your throat squeezing him so tightly.

"come on, princess, all the attention on me now," she accentuated her kind words with harsh thrusts which only cause your jaw to slack in pure pleasure. "so fucking pretty," she rammed her cock into you and you started to meet her halfway needing to feel her deeper. "want more, baby?"

you nodded desperately needing to feel your orgasm. every time she rammed her cock back into you, your eyes lulled back into your skull as you desperately chased your high. you started clinging on to her more as your orgasm slowly approached and she ripped your sorry excuse for underwear off your body as she pulled you into her lap.

she wrapped her arms around your torso sitting you on your lap and then pumping her cock back up into you. you let out a silent scream trying to climb off of maki's lap, but she held your hips down pumping into over and over. you sunk your nails into her shoulders harshly, at one point you feared you might draw blood. your orgasm was so intense that you lost control of your body and she happily fucked you through it.

you saw white for a couple of seconds before slowly coming back to your body. you finally pulled your face out of maki's neck pressing a messy kiss against her lips.

"welcome back, baby," gumi's soft voice greeted you and you pulled him in for a messy kiss. he brought his hand up to your cheek softly cupping your face. he could still taste his cum on your tongue and it was the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

"oh fushiguro wait till you see this. she's so wet already," she pushed your hips to press your bare cunt against her thigh. you moaned loudly as she smeared your juices messily on her thigh. gumi's eyes were glued on to your cunt gliding up and down maki's thigh.

"our girl's so fucking spoiled, isn't she?," he said staring at your pussy in pure amazement and adoration.

"might have to teach you a lesson, princess," she leaned forward to suck on your neck and shoulders. you shuddered in their grasp so turned out by how they had seemingly changed demeanors. gumi was rougher and maki was saying pretty things while absolutely destroying you.

you reached to the side grasping gumi's cock in your hand and pumping him quickly to the same pace that maki was rubbing your pussy on her thigh. you were so close to cumming already between the both of them. you reached up trying to breathe properly, but were met by gumi's lips against yours. you came harshly in their shared grasp losing yourself in the pleasure shooting from your pussy to the rest of your body.

your wrapped your arms around her neck trying to recover from your orgasm. she ran your fingers up and down your back softly, trying to help you regulate your breathing.

"need a break?," he checked in on you rubbing your check softly.

"do you need one?," you replied in a teasing tone. he tilted your chin down to plant a quick kiss on your lips. he climbed up the bed leaning back against the headboard.

"come over here, baby," he commanded. you pressed a quick kiss on to maki's lips then crawling towards gumi. maki took the opportunity to slap one of your ass cheeks delighting in your yelp of pleasure. "turn around, princess," he instructed before you could sit on his lap.

you turned around lifting your hips up and letting him guide your hips to sink on his cock. you delighted at how deep his cock was sinking inside of you due to your position. you couldn't help but bring your hands up to tug on your nipples to increase the waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"zenin wait till you see how wet she is. i think we might just have to teach her a lesson," gumi called out to maki who was fingering herself to the sight of gumi fucking you. your moans and blissed out expressions were enough to have her dripping already. she hadn't even taken off the stap-on, simply losening the straps and pressing a finger against her clit.

"we're definitely teaching her a lesson, fushiguro, but she'll love it cause that's just the kind of whore she is," her words had you clenching around gumi's cock which drove him completely over the edge. "oh baby, you can't wait to see how we're going to destroy your body. you're just the perfect little play thing for us, aren't you?"

you came harshly from her words squeezing gumi even tighter. despite how hard you were squeezing him, he remained inside of you wrapping one of his hand around your body to play with your boob. maki finally came to your blissed out expression riding out her short but powerful orgasm. she tightened the strap on around her hips again and crawled her way to you. she looked like an animal stalking towards her prey and you were clenching around gumi at how she looked at you.

"did you see how she's clenching her pussy for you alreadey, zenin? we've been fucking her stupid all night and she still wants more," he spread your folds showing her how your pussy was clenching at the mere sight of her. she looked down at you adoringly cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"princess, we're gonna try to stick both our dicks inside of you. we're gonna take it slow, but if anything hurts we can stop," she explained. whenever you tried anything new with maki, she knew to walk you through the entire process and coach you through it. you had never thought of having two dicks inside of you but in this moment, there's nothing you wanted more than to have both of them inside of you. you nodded to confirm you understand her words, but she tilted your chin drawing you to open your eyes. "i need you to use your words, princess."

"stick your dick inside of me already and ruin me for anyone else," you replied and she simply dug in pressing her lips against yours in a heated kiss. she ran her dick over your wet folds once again for some extra lubrication before pushing her dick inside of you.

how to explain the feeling of two dicks inside of you? you were stretched out in a way you didn't think was humanely possible. it initially stung, but the more maki rolled her hips against yours, bumping your clit, the more your body would relax and the pain began to shift to pleasure.

"oh, look at her, zenin," he grabbed your face pushing it down so she could stare out your blissed out expression.

"i know," you lulled out your tongue unable to control the waves of pleasure creeping up your body. "we know, princess... you want to cum," she cooed pressing her fingers against the sides of your face and squeezing your cheeks.

"what do you think, megumi. is our little girl ready to cum?," she asked rubbing your cheeks softly.

"i don't think she's earned it," he responded jamming his cock up into you roughly to accentuate his words.

"please, i'll be so good," you begged. "i just want to be your good girl, please," you mewled in their hands.

"oh, gumi, i think we've trained her so well," she used his nickname which made you squeeze them even tighter. "she's so desperate for us she's almost trembling."

she moved her hand down to your throat, putting pressure on your windpipe and increasing the force of her thrusts to an almost inhuman level. gumi followed her lead and increased the speed of his thrusts. the feeling of their combined dicks and pumping had you reeling as they were both just pummeling your pussy into oblivion at different rates. you didn't know what you had done to deserve pleasure this mind-blowing.

they both came their thrusts inside you becoming sloppier, but still as rough. you pulled them both closer feeling gumi's lips on your neck and maki's on your tits. you were in literal heaven. you came with a silent scream creaming on their cocks as you lost control of your body.

gumi pulled his dick out of you unable to keep his overstimulated cock inside of you as you squeezed him tighter and tighter. maki fucked you through your remaining orgasm roughly slamming her hips into yours until you held her inside of you. she leaned down to kiss your swollen lips.

you were all exhausted, but it was the good type of exhaustion. you and maki proceeded to make out leaving each other breathless. she finally pulled her cock out of you and you winced feeling so empty without either of them inside of you. she dropped the strap-on to the floor then climbing back into bed wrapping her arms around you to pull you back into a sloppy kiss.

you felt someone tug on your ankle and you pulled away from maki to see gumi standing next to the bed with a wet towel. you smiled opening your legs for him revealing your cum covered cunt. this was his favorite sight in the world: you laid on a bed full of cum with a blissful expression. he wiped your folds softly, cleaning you quickly.

"i gotta go clean my cock," maki joked before pressing a kiss to your temple. she grabbed the strap-on from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom to clean herself and your toy. you turned your attention back to megumi who was adoringly wiping down the inside of your thighs.

once he was satisfied with how clean you looked he put on a pair of briefs and handed you one of his shirts which you gladly slipped over your body. maki emerged from the bathroom wearing her own pajamas and you all made your way back into bed. you fell asleep in their shared embrace. this time maki had her hands on her favorite place in the world: your tits and the three of you drifted to sleep calmer than you had in weeks.

#megumi fushiguro smut #maki zenin smut #megumi x maki x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk angst #fushiguro x reader #maki x reader

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hopeswriting · 2 years ago

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oh right, my bad. my brain is kinda just always on "canon/canon-compliant" mode, so that's what i went for lol. and don't even worry about hcs based on canon crumbs. this IS very much the "reading too much into things" and "making it deeper than it is" blog after all. 😌

i do think he felt a strong rush of really intense, ugly and negative feelings, yeah. idk if this is an unpopular opinion or whatnot, but for how much i think it was funny and perfectly in character for hibari to do that, i also genuinely think it was the cruelest thing he did in the manga.

i mean, just imagine that scene from fon's pov. yes none of the arco were actually trusting kawahira's words, but it was still their one chance to possibly free themselves from the curse. their one hope of doing it. it was the closest they ever came to be able to do it, and the closest they'd ever come to that again. and it's not even that hibari wouldn't have been able to fight xanxus at any other time, but just because he wanted to do it right there and then, and didn't like being told he couldn't, he took that opportunity away from fon without a second thought. and realistically speaking, i just can't see it being anything but soul-crushing tbh. epecially when hibari isn't just anyone, but fon's family.

that said, i also think it only lasted for a second. like, it was just his instinctive response to it because it could hardly not have been, but he lets it go in the next second. doesn't hold it against him and doesn't resent him for it at all because hibari is family. and he loves him and understands him, and it's not like hibari was trying to hurt him by doing that or anything. also he must have known there was a very real possibility it could happen to begin with, seeing as we're talking about hibari after all lol.

so no, i don't think fon got to threat levels of angry at all. i don't think he even lets him know about his momentary anger (and hurt/betrayal/etc) at all, but if they do talk about it, i think fon would handle it calmly and peacefully and understandingly (and lovingly).

(i like the idea of them talking about it tho! and perhaps of fon's feelings not being so momentary after all, and him holding hibari accountable to them.

hmm, i actually can see myself writing a lil something about it. maybe for the khr rare pair week? we'll see, sorry for digressing haha.)

oh good point, hibari would mercy kill animals, i agree. and i don't think he'd feel bad about it either tbh, or would feel any kind of way about it for that matter, but i like the idea that he'd still spare them a prayer anyway. it'd be yet another little thing through which his soft/sweet side would come out.

aww, hibari cooking for everyone because they're sick, that's so cute!! 🥺💖 he'd TRY to anyway lol, and it would be edible but NOT good, but everyone would eat it anyway and feel thankful and warm and loved. <3

hibari's love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service! physical touch and gifts giving are how he receives love, and in the case of the former, also another way he shows love. like, i personally don't think hibari seeks out physical touch or like it all that much, but if he likes you and you like it, he'll make an exception for you and will allow you to get all clingy over him lol. only to some extent tho, obviously. and just for a bit at a time. and with plenty "stay the hell away from my personal space" rest and recharge in between. otherwise you get bitten to death, but with love. <3

i also can see him giving gifts once in a blue moon, but that'd be something really uncommon from him outside from occasions when it's expected (like birthdays and such). it's always a happy occasion for the person receiving them tho, because his gifts are always really thoughtful and meaningful and chosen with care.

i think... i think people realize hibari is able to care, yeah, and does care about many things, but idk if they'd realize it can also be him loving. i feel like that'd be a level of understanding of him you can only unlock once you grow close enough to him.

LMAO i--? i mean, i CAN see it, but would he really go that far? he'd want to, for sure, but if he doesn't stop himself to do it because he'd realize that'd be a bit too much and too unreasonable even coming from him, i feel like it's typically cases like this where kusakabe is expected to step up to the plate for the common good lol.

you're welcome! also let me take the opportunity to say i saw your other ask, and i'll answer it whenever i can. it might take a while tho, so please just bear with me 🙏🏽

Random khr questions because the Boi™ is on my mind and you indeed do characterization beautifully. (You should be proud and you should brag about it :3)

Given that Hibari is feral to some degree at the very least, do you think he'd be fine with camping in the wilderness for some time? Do you think he'd hunt his own food?

Canonically his favourite food is Hamburger Steaks, but what other foods do you think he likes? He is weak for the traditional aesthetic, so do you think this applies to food as well? Or is his secret, guiltiest pleasure just putting on a disguise and going to fast food restaurants late at night after a long patrol?

What do you think?

And may I send more somewhat silly Hibari-questions into your ask box? 🥺

hi, thank you for the ask!

aw, thank you! 🥺💖 (😳🥰)

i think he'd be fine with it, yeah, but he wouldn't necessarily like it. but he'd be able to put up with it, especially if there's something else in it he most definitely likes doing. i'm thinking of when dino trained him during the varia arc, taking him away from namimori in various natural landscapes. and if it wasn't for hibari getting to try to bite him to death to his heart's content while they were there, i do think he'd have thrown a tantrum and been difficult about needing to camp outside sooner than later lol.

and tbh generally speaking i think that's the rule of thumb with him! there's not a chance in hell he'll do something he doesn't want to do and/or dislike doing, EXCEPT if, 1) it's something he needs to do and/or can't be done by anyone else but him (like the more civilized part of the disciplinary committee work lol, or, in a way, him being the cloud's guardian LOL), and 2) it's still something he doesn't want to do and/or dislike doing, BUT. there's something fun in it for him to do too, that either evens out or outweighs the sucky part of the thing. (to use the same example again, during the varia arc, he only put up with dino acting as his tutor because he got to fight him while he did.) the CATCH tho, is that the second the fun thing does not even out the sucky thing, let alone outweigh it, all bets are fucking off. see him breaking his watch during the rainbow arc, with no regards whatsoever for fon. (he's SUCH a little shit, i love him.)

i could see him hunting his own food, yeah! idk about him going through with the kill tho. i mean, i know it's only ever said he likes little animals, but i think he has a soft spot for animals as a whole. so unless absolutely necessary (namely if he's by himself, and, you know, needs to eat and there's no other food around), i feel like he'd let that part to someone else.

that said, he most definitely enjoys hunting them and backing them into a corner. not in any malicious way, but just to asset his dominance as the apex predator in the area lol. he totally lets them go after that. and even makes sure to get back in their good graces again after that. the way he sees it, it's just a fun bonding activity that lets both of them keep their skills sharp, because of course he does, you know how he is lol.

i do think so, yeah!! he has a soft spot for traditional food and enjoys it the most, but generally speaking i feel like he just really loves warm, homemade food prepared with care and love. which is why he makes kusakabe cook his favorite meal for him haha. i also want to say that... i could see that being something he associates with an act and show of love. i mean, cooking is absolutely a love language, right? so someone cooking for him would be them caring for him, and him trusting someone to cook for him according to his tastes and eat it would be him also caring for them. (wait, this is kinda sweet actually. 🥺💖)

what other foods he likes... oh, i'm terrible at stuff like this zedfcgvh!! but, well, cold desserts, maybe? and he hasn't much of a sweet tooth, but when he craves it, it solely happens through desserts. if he likes hamburger steak most, then i guess he's a meat guy too. definitely a warm drinks guy too, tea, and maybe coffe too tyl. uhhhh, idk, snacks too? i mean, biting all those people to death on the daily and all day long would require energy, so i'm sure kusakabe makes sure he replenishes it between one beating and another lol. hibari also makes sure to have and keep a healthy diet, but in a casual way. not too casual of course, he needs and would want to keep his body in shape and at maximum capacity, but no doubt in a more casual way than ryohei or yamamoto lol.

as for fast foods, only on occasion, and the rare type of occasions, re: healthy diet and him liking homemade food. and, you know, for me it wouldn't necessarily be him being hungry after a long patrol at night. i firmly believe that in such cases, if there's even just the slightest possibility to make it happen at all, he'd rather wake kusakabe up to cook him food with absolutely no remorse whatsoever. 😭😂

he likes and respects fast foods as places and a type of restaurants tho! because you can just walk inside them alone, and sit at a table alone, and eat alone before leaving, and no one bats an eye at it or thinks anything about it, and everyone lets you be because that's literally not uncommon whatsoever. he definitely doesn't like or respect the noise and crowd as much lol, but as long as it's not too much, i could see him put up with it just to enjoy a little more his time there.

on the note of him disliking crowds, maybe like, seven out of ten, he goes for delivery. he's also that much more likely to accept a fast food invitation (yes i'm thinking of the 10th gen haha) if you tell him you'll eat it some place quiet and cozy and he's comfortable and familiar in, and where they won't be too much people. (fast food night at tsuna's place, anyone?)

so in that way i don't think it'd be a guilty pleasure of his, but instead a pretty well-known fact about him. but if i should give him a food-related guilty pleasure, i honestly think it'd be something he's allergic to. like, he's lactose intolerant or something, and he doesn't care zerdfghhg. he's still stealthy about it and hides it from everyone, but only because he's annoyed to death by the nagging. it's not like he'll die from it, so what's the big deal? he only gets a little sick, get over it. he will keep having his milk and cheese and whatnot, just watch him.

you may absolutely send me more hibari questions!! my ask box is always open and welcomes everyone for any kind of questions. 😊💖

#khr headcanons #hibari kyoya

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nayialovecat · 3 years ago

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Meet the Bendy's Family

Ok, last one :D Warning! Here are spoilers about Samdy Kids AU.

Sammy - not Lawrence anymore - Demon. Yes, he isn't Lawrence here, 'cause according to the Samdy Kids headcanon, even after regaining his human form, he doesn't identify himself with the man he was before the Workshop. From his point of view, it was like his previous incarnation. Nonetheless, he likes the name Sammy, so he simply takes Bendy's official last name in the human world, I mean Demon. Compared to Sammy in my other game in the Sims 4, he has a slightly different trait - that Sammy had a Snob Trait that doesn't suit Sammy after going through the Workshop, so I changed it to the Creative Trait.

Bendy in human form. I've never drawn him, but he does appear in one of my short stories and is described as a pale, handsome man with jet black hair and golden eyes. The Sims 4 does not give you the option of making yellow or gold eyes (though it does give you the option of red and pink, wtf EA?). That is why I gave him the closest, that is, hazel eyes. There was also a problem with the haircut because I don't have all the accessories which made it very limited for me to find a haircut with bangs, but around head... this one was the best, though it doesn't fit my vision of Bendy. As for the traits - love for music and books is something that already appears in SATIM. I thought about the third trait for a long time, but in the end I chose to be family. Bendy is a really good, loving and caring mom...

I will probably have to change his voice because I forgot to do it when creating it and he is a bit low now. But we'll see if it bothers me a lot and if I feel like it...

Sammy Jr. Clingy trait - he likes to cuddle, strives for the attention of his parents.

Don't get used to the appearance, toddlers have few options for setting their appearance, so I will change them on a regular basis as I move to the next levels of age... Important thing is that he inherited Sammy's complexion (including freckles) and eye colour. He inherits his hair colour from Bendy. It is slightly chubby and squat.

Henry Jr. Fussy trait. I was wondering for a long time what trait to choose for him, because it's hard to define a character with only one trait. Wild and Inquisitive and Fussy suited him well. In the end, I chose Fussy because I don't usually choose her for a child - I'm making my life a bit harder, I know, but all in all Henry Jr was the most mischievous of the siblings as a toddler and constantly got into trouble.

As for appearance - he is the only one to inherit red hair from Sammy, he also has freckles and green eyes - but his skin color is from Bendy, as is his body build. He wears glasses because he has very poor eyesight (well, in demonic form he has no eyes - not in the way Sammy Jr, 'cause Sammy Jr has eyeholes in his skull and Henry Jr doesn't; yes, spoilers, sorry).

And finally, Bendy Jr. Independent trait. Recall, he is a loner type, who doesn't like confusion, other people (except his family) and generally walks his own ways (like a cat).

He inherited his appearance almost entirely from Bendy - he has his eyes, hair, skin, only the silhouette is from Sammy, but it will only be seen in his teenage and adult life.

#The Sims 4 Samdy Kids #The Sims 4 #BATIM #SATIM #Bendy #Sammy #Sammy Jr #Henry Jr #Bendy Jr #Samdy Kids #Bendy's Family #now human :)#SPOILERS

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years ago

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Call me Out (CM)

"Soo what are we doing again?" I ask for the fifth time, hugging my arms to my chest. It was an unusually cool evening in LA and although my bottom half was covered appropriately in a pair of jeans, I had on only a tube top leaving my bare arms covered in goosebumps.

"Well Rick forgot his ID and so did Omar and Anth's still on the damn phone." My friend sighs. "So I don't know!"

"Just go to the club without us!" Rick says for the millionth time and I seriously wonder why we didn't do just that. "We'll come next time."

"The whole point was to go together since we've all finally got fake IDs." Omar pouts. "They can go if they want. But-"

"We could go to one of those all-age clubs-"

"No! No, those suck-"

"I have an idea." My friends all pause at the new voice. It was Anth's friend Conor who he introduced us to earlier that evening. We'd all said hello and included him in the group without a question even though he was obviously British and not from around here. Which we all secretly thought was really cool...but were just too LA to admit. But Conor hadn't gone unnoticed for me-catching my eye and sending my heart racing. Not only because he had the same accent as my favourite movie ever made at the time (Bridget Jone's Diary) but he was cute in a way that wasn't intimidating. "Those of us with ID can get the beer and we can find some place to hang out." Conor licks his lips. "We can still make the most of the night that way."

All eyes are on the group newbie until Omar speaks up, obviously relieved from his fomo: "You're genius. Let's do that."

"Okay, my basement's empty we can head there. So how about Y/N goes and..." Malia stares at our newcomer for an uncomfortable second as she blanks on his name.

"Conor." I cut in. "Conor and I will go."

At the sound of his name, Conor looks up sharply at who said it. I feel myself blushing clumsily as I try not to look as excited as I felt but I couldn't help it! I would finally get some time alone to get to know my sudden new crush.

Since the closest liquor store was right up the street, Conor and I head off and tell the gang we would meet them at Malia's. As we walk, I'm nervous. I fold my arms into myself, and then unfold them, and fold them again before Conor offers his leather jacket.

"Oh I'm fine," I say politely. Damn. I wasn't fine in any way. But I couldn't just accept his-

"No take it. I'm warm." Conor begins stripping the jacket off before I could politely decline again. "I've got a jumper underneath anyway."

"A jumper?" I ask, looking at the sweatshirt he wore underneath and back up at his face.

"Yeah," he picks the fabric up to show me. "A jumper?"

I take the jacket from him and eagerly drape it over my shoulders; its leftover warmth blankets my body. "Is that like, a British thing?" I ask, intrigued and still staring at him, forgetting we should be continuing our walk instead of standing under the street lamp.

"I don't know...I guess?" Conor seems just as nervous as me as he shoves his hands into his pocket. I tug the jacket closer around my body which catches his attention, his eyes roaming all over me. I sense a shift in him, almost unnoticeable except in the way that he finally meets my gaze.

"You've got really nice eyes," he says and then immediately looks away.

"Thanks," I laugh nervously. "You've got a really toasty jacket."

He looks back up, his cheeks a slight pink under the sodium lights, and his tensed face melts into a smile that warms me up from the inside. He has a playful glint as he tugs at the jacket's lapel, "I'm a hot guy-didn't I already say?"

He was hot. But I don't stroke his ego. I turn away instead, continuing again on our trek to the store, calling out behind me. "If I remember correctly the only thing you said was you were warm!"

He laug loudly into the night and the ice between us. We begin talking and asking about the other, greedily tearing up the rare time alone, wanting to know each other as well as we could before we had to return to our group. By the time we get into the liquor store I've told him about growing up in LA, how I hated school, and how my brother drove me crazy and he's told me about the town he's from, his younger brother and sister, and why he was in LA--to work on music. And I was impressed, he was only my age.

"So are you any good?" I ask him as we track down the aisle with the cheaper beer. We're the only ones inside so we try not to draw too much attention.

"No. Not yet," he laughs and his face does the squinty thing I'd started to find adorable. I stare at him as he leans down and picks up two cases.

"Well will you let me hear it? When it is good?" I ask seriously.

He straightens up and turns to me, nodding his head vigorously. "Yeah," he answers, his voice suddenly serious. "I will."

Two Years Later: "I've heard it then," I'm on the phone with Conor as I look out the taxi window into the crowds of tourists. I was on my way to my boyfriend's place and the radio surprised me with a familiar voice. "Your song just came on the radio and I've finally heard it!"

"I was on the radio?" Conor asks from the other side of the world. I wished he was here to hear it with me so I could see his reaction myself. "You heard me in LA?"

"I'm in a taxi," I say. "And I'd recognise your stupid voice anywhere."

"And?" Conor asks, not hiding his excitement at all.

"It's still not good-I told you to only show me when-"

"Shut up!" Conor shouts and I have to move the phone away slightly as his belly-laugh emenates from the phone. "You're a little shit!"

"No!" I insist. "You're shit!"

"Don't say that," Conor's humour is slowly leaking out of his voice and I decide I'd taken the joke far enough.

"It’s-as you would call it-bloody amazing! I was totally kidding. The song. Is. Amazing."

"Really?" Conor asks, his excitement apparent again.

"Yes!" I shout. "You should be so proud of yourself! Soon you'll be as big as Beiber!"

We go back and forth as he shies from the compliments and finally accepts them. We move onto the cliffnotes version of life updates before I reach my destination and tell him I had to go. This was the way it had been with Conor and I over the two years we'd known the other. After an intense first time hanging out, we'd eased up and stuck to the safe option of being good friends. The constant distance between us and the fact that we shared a mutual friend group, prevented us from hooking up-if things went south, it would be very awkward. Plus, we were both busy figuring out our own futures. Mine, currently, was going to school so I could get into acting.

But I still couldn't control my erratic heartbeat whenever I spotted Conor in LA. There was an undeniable attraction, made stronger with the easy chemistry we had. He had a pull on me none of my other crushes or boyfriends ever had. But after a few weeks every time, I had to let Conor go back home to London and as painful as it was each time, it would be made more painful if we were anything more than friends. So I simply chalked it up to a juvenile crush and forced myself onwards.

One Year Later: "Y/N..." Conor pulls his pants onto his hips and secures it with a belt. "I don't know what to-"

"It's fine," I laugh like I thought everything that had happened over the last 10 hours was all one big joke. But my hands shake under the covers and I have a hard time looking him in the eye.

I had turned 21 yesterday and my boyfriend dumped me the morning of because I was being too "clingy”. He was leaving in the afternoon, flying out across the country for some modelling jobs he'd landed and I was mildly upset he had to leave on my birthday. Meanwhile, Conor suprised me at my apartment, completely oblivious, with birthday champagne and a balloon he'd stuck a picture of his face on. It was his only free night because he had to fly out the next morning.

But he'd found me: mascara on my cheeks, crumpled pyjamas, and a fistful of tissues. He sat and listened so patiently before helping me clean up. Once I'd cried it out however, the inevitable happened. We popped the champagne, swore at my ex, drank the bottle between us, and then reached for each other. Because of loneliness or our long history, we ended up in bed. My bed. And I wish I hadn't drank so much so I could remember even half of it but as soon as I woke up I knew I fucked up. I was simultaneously heartbroken over my ex and absolutely gutted that my first time with Conor was under circumstances like this.

"You were comforting me. We're both adults now and we made an adult decision right? It's fine." I sit up, making sure the blankets were wrapped tight around my torso. Conor looks at me hesitantly, his hands dropping to the side and he looks just as gutted. We weren't supposed to let this happen. Not like this. We knew eventually we would sleep together with all the sexual tension we had between us-but never ever like this. This felt cheap...we could barely even remember it.

"So you're okay I have to go again?" Conor asks slowly.

"I'm fine. You have a life to go back to." I say more confidently than I felt-I didn't want to be clingy again. And what would I even say if I wasn't okay? It was a stupid question to ask. "And my shift starts in a couple hours anyway-acting doesn't pay the bills!"

Conor throws his shirt on before sitting beside me. He looks down at my hands clasped around the covers and then my collar where the pendant I always wore rests. He picks it up and rubs it like I usually did when I was nervous. It was hard to reconcile the person Conor put on in public to this gentler version of him in my bedroom. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I'll see you on the big screen soon enough."

"You'll only see me when I'm good enough," I give him a wry smile, calling him out. He drops the necklace, his hand curving around the back of my neck. For a split second I think he was maybe going to kiss me again but he kisses my forehead instead. I close my eyes, stretching the brief millisecond into an hour, or two, or five. I create some alternate timeline where I can do this all over, so that when Conor kisses my forehead it doesn't feel cheap with regret and stink of pity.

Fourteen Months Later: "It's nothing!" I pull my hand out of Malia's grip but she grabs my hand again.

"You call that a promise ring?" She asks skeptically of the diamond ring my boyfriend had gifted me yesterday evening.

"Promise ring?" Anth asks as he comes back with Conor who'd arrived late-a bad habit we'd all gotten used to. I try to stuff my hand back into my hoodie but Conor catches the light glinting off the diamond. I don't want to see his expression but I can't help but watch as it falls, a look of betrayal settling in. It wasn't my fault-not really. Conor and I kept up a false pretense of being friendly after the last time we saw each other but we unravelled quickly the longer we went without addressing it. How could we be the same when we suddenly carried so much baggage?

Our relationship suffered. Meanwhile, my boyfriend came back to LA on his knees begging for forgiveness. He had been stressed out about his shoots and he regretted our breakup as soon as he'd landed at JFK. So I kept my own regret from that night to myself and taken him back. A month in and we'd moved to New York for the year where he modelled and I miraculously landed a very small Broadway part. When we moved back, he'd given me the promise ring. That was last night. Malia messaged me this morning to tell me the gang was in town and we were meeting up again. I didn't realise Conor would be there too. Our conversations had fizzled out once he realised I’d moved to New York with my boyfriend.

"Y/N's settling down," Anth teases. "Y/B/N is making a wife out of you!"

"It's not an engagement ring guys!" I insist but it sounds false even to me. It was supposed to be one. But the look of horror on my face when my boyfriend got on one knee at the beach had him stuttering and then insisting it was just a promise ring. So I had accepted like the coward I was because I was too scared to be on my own again. Three years of our relationship and Anth was right-I was settling.

"That's a big ass diamond," Conor jokes but it has a sharp edge to it. "Good for you. So uh-I'm getting a drink."

When I track Conor down, away from the group, he's stony faced.

"It's been a while." I say, feeling like that first night we met when I didn't know how to talk to him.

"Yeah," his eyes flick down to my hand. "A lot's happened it seems."

"Con-" I try.

"I'm alright." Conor cuts me off.

"No. You're not." I call him out.

He clenches his jaw, glancing at me and then sighing. "I know we fucked up Y/N but why did we just stop talking? You're bloody engaged and why am I only finding out now? I've never even met your boyfriend!"

"It-I know-it's complicated. We...complicated things!"

"It shouldn't be complicated! It was just sex!" Conor shouts. "It wasn't complicated! I'm still your friend!"

"Right..." I look down and try to blink away the sudden tears. That all it was to him? "Right. Yeah of course...obviously-duh! It was! I just got...I was unsure! I didn't know what you thought about it. But I'm cool if you are. We're still friends?"

"Yes we're still fucking friends!" Conor is instantly a ball of sunshine as we slip off our past like an oversized, stuffy jacket. I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, trying to toss out the confused emotions I was feeling. Conor squeezes my hand and I snap out of my thoughts to his smiling face and when he looks at me it feels like that night, I first saw him smiling under sodium lights. When we wouldn't even know this was how we would turn out. I wish I could go back then. Maybe tell Y/N to keep things simple.

As his mouth moves to tell me something, I can’t focus as my head buzzes with the words he'd said earlier. But maybe it's better this way, I think. I didn't want to end up hating Conor, or be hurt by him, when I cared for him this much. I would just have to see it his way, I decide. Just sex. Only friends. "-always your friend."

One Year Later: "Happy birthday!" I shout at Conor. He was in LA for his 24th and the party was massive. Like this-many-people-could-never-fit-in-my-house massive. "Look at you! You're so spoiled now!"

Conor crushes me against him-it had been a good six months since I'd seen him. I was travelling all over for a movie I'd gotten a small role in and barely had time to see friends let alone Conor. I missed his energy. And he was super famous now too. Somewhere between seeing him last on New Year's, breaking up with my boyfriend and moving out, auditioning like crazy, and finding a role-Conor had blown up online and my heart swelled every time I saw his ad or his music somewhere. Despite our messy mishap, I'd realigned myself to realise Conor and I could only ever be friends.

"I love your jumper," I say-the term an inside joke by now.

"This is actually a hoodie." Conor teases.

"Fuck I can never get the terminology right!" I laugh and wrap my arms around him again, his "hoodie" a snug fabric to rest my head on.

"Y/N." Conor says seriously so I look at him again, concerned. "Y/N I-I think I'm finally good!" Conor shouts in my ear and when I give him a questioning look he explains. "My music! I think it's finally good enough!"

"Oh Conor," I can't help but grab his face between my hands and squish his cheeks. "It was always good enough!"

Conor laughs causing his face between my hands to morph oddly so I let go. "You're not as much of a bitch as you used to be!"

"Watch your mouth!" I pull his hood over his head and continue tugging it over his face until he apologizes between laughter. When I let go, he takes off the hood and wraps his arm around my shoulder. We stay that way for the rest of the night as he introduces me to everyone we meet. They all assume I'm his girlfriend, joking with me that I should watch out. And I didn't blame them with the way Conor's hand was always on my shoulder or my waist, my hips, touching my hair, leaning in to say something in my ear. I crave his touch every time I don't have it and by the end of the night, I feel drunk on desire more than any of the cocktails I'd had. So when Conor looks at me with a question in his eyes at the end of the night, I don’t call him out. I simply take his hand and go back home with him. Just sex. Only friends. Always friends.

Eighteen Months Later: Since Conor's 24th, we'd made a routine. Unless one of us were in a relationship, every time Conor was in LA, he would stop by. We'd catch up on life and then end up in bed for however long he was here for.

"I'm only in LA for two week." He would say. Or "I go to New York next week." Or "I have a flight on Thursday for Dubai."

It wasn't permanent, he meant to remind me. It wasn't a relationship. It was just sex. And we were just friends. And this was just a bad habit. Or a good habit-was there such a thing? I always looked forward to it. It felt like we were each other's safe space, a secret the other held close to their chest. Minus the emotional attachments of course. It happened so often like this that I'd forgotten I ever wanted more. Being like this actually gave us more time to catch up on every detail of each other’s lives. We opened up about our insecurities, our goals, and all our shared memories. When Conor was staying longer he would work on things in the same room I was in or he would help me practice lines and we created small bubbles in time where everything was blissful between us as long as we were together. It was harder some days than others like when I wanted to kiss him in public or gush to my friends about him-but it was worth it to be close again.

Months Later: I had my first anxiety attack that morning. I didn't even realise I was having it until my knees hit the carpet and I tried to look up at the time.

I had a big audition that afternoon for a children's movie. My agent was so sure I was going to get it-she'd talked me up to every friend she had in high places and knew the company hiring so I knew I had it in the bag yet a movie on such a scale was terrifying. Conor had told me he was coming over after auditions to see how it went and I was oddly nervous to see him too-I'd gotten out of a short relationship so it had been a while since Conor and I got together. And then my mom called me worried about my brother who'd been making all the wrong choices in life as of of late which kept running through my mind. So when my agent called to tell me they wanted a Skype interview now, I knew that usually meant it was a courtesy interview and they didn't actually want me. I did the interview with a really bad connection, my anxiety heightening with every scene looking at their impassive expressions. As soon as it ended, I ignored my agen't phone call and suddenly found it hard to breath, my vision narrowing as everything looked off, and the room tilted around me. I fell to my knees and located my phone, calling the only person I knew who'd understand: Conor.

By the time he arrived, I had managed to calm down but I still couldn't take a deep breath nor could I talk in full sentences. Conor squeezed my hands and helped ground me until I could focus and then he'd gathered me in his arms so carefully, so lovingly, that it scared me enough to start crying. He mistook this for being sad about not getting the part and helped me to bed, setting up his laptop beside me. I didn't correct him, falling asleep as I felt exhausted, and awakening to a vibrating hum.

I don't open my eyes, anxiety clutching my chest as I remembered where I was and what had happened. But the humming beside me helped, the dread slowly unravelling it's hold on me. When I do open my eyes Conor's concentrated on the screen as he hums the same few lines again and again. And the tenderness with which I felt towards him sends me tipping into the panic zone so I get up and yank the covers off. I couldn't do this. We said we wouldn't.

"Hey you're up," Conor looks at me. "I'm gonna hum something does it sound like something you've already heard or is it-"

"You have to go." I say abruptly and he stops talking immediately. "I need to be alone Conor please go. Now."

He stays for a heartbeat before closing his screen and getting out of bed. His mouth opens to say something but he looks at me and closes it, bowing his head and moving out the door. I listen as he leaves and take a deep ragged breath. I felt wild, like a frantic ball of confused energy was buzzing within me like a pinball machine. Like a panic attack hangover and as soon as Conor goes I want him back. I make it so far to the front door when I retreat until my back hits the wall. What was I doing? But I craved the comfort of his touch and it urged me to call him back. I couldn’t though. He wasn’t my boyfriend, I couldn’t keep doing this. But the sudden sound of a knock at the door echos my pounding heartbeat.

I carefully open it to Conor, running his fingers through his hair. I barely register what he says; opening the door wider, just wanting him back in. He drops his bag to the floor as he closes the door behind him. In an instant, his hand finds my waist, our foreheads touch, our eyes locked. It felt like we were the center of a volcano of passion and desire, boiling as his hand tightens on my waist, bubbling as my hand slips around the the base of his neck, simmering and leaking as I close my eyes and he crashes his lips into mine.

I can't remember what happens next-not chronologically. We're bumping into walls and shedding the day, as well as our clothes, and as we ease into the sheets the volcano bursts with hot molten lava, destroying anything that was ever left of us before.

I must have nodded off again right after because I wake to Conor in bed facing me. Behind him, my window shows streaks of pinks in the sky as day goes down to dusk. Conor's eyes are watching me carefully, his expression unreadable as he watches me watch him. I trace the bridge of his nose to distract him but he continues staring, something budding in the way he looks at me. It was scaring me and I tell him so.

Yet Conor doesn’t take his eyes off of me, his thumb brushing my cheek and my breath catches as I realise why I was so scared. His eyes hold no trace of its usual playful spark. Instead they're unguarded and clear as day with what he was thinking. Shit. This was it. This was the end. We'd both fallen. Made this something important.

"When are you leaving LA?" I ask, almost begging him to reply with a deadline to our romance for some sort of normalcy. The only way this worked was when he put a time stamp for us to stop waking up in each other's arms. Even if it was one month or one week we would have the most fun as the end date was our safety net.

But when he shrugs and continues to gaze at me, my heart feels like it would burst from my chest. And it practically does as all the hopes I ever ignored of Conor and I as something more than friends, all the fantasies I ever had of Conor wanting more with me, the thoughts I suppressed before they could even manifest-shoving them into a dark corner of my mind-roll forward and flash before me. This was Conor-the first person I think I ever fell in love with. And I can admit it to myself now, looking at him-at us, like this. This was Conor-how could I have ever thought we could be anything but in love in the end? So I remove Conor's hand from my face and hold it to my chest, willingly showing him how much I was feeling in the moment. "I feel it now, can you feel it too?" Conor takes my other hand with his free hand and places it against his own palpitations. My own races faster; was this our demise?

"I feel it too." Conor answers slowly.

"But this is exactly what we said we wouldn't do." I remind him. What he said we wouldn't do. What we weren't.

"What was that exactly?" Conor asks me and his mouth flicks up in a slow smile as the playfulness returns in the blink of an eye. He's weightless as he rolls over me and brings his lips down in a kiss so tender, I never realised he had it in him. When he moves away, he rests his forehead against mine, his lips a hair's breadth away from my own. The look he gives me is a challenge, a dare like we would give when we were younger. His brown eyes looking into mine are daring me just one simple thing:

Call me out.

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