#don't forget 42 inches

[wowbright]

Really sick of quilting books/magazines that tell you to get a certain yardage of fabric but don't tell you the fabric width they're assuming, not even in the appendix or glossary of terms.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being "negative" about a bunny and refusing to apologize? I don't think I can really shorten this, so I'm sorry for the lack of a TL;DR :/ It's pretty long!! TW for animal death(and potentially animal abuse?)

My mom(42 F) has a habit of randomly bringing pets home. For context, she's a single mother with four kids, with me(17) being the oldest, alongside my sister("E",13) and my two brothers(7 and 4, not relevant to the story). My sister and I share a room and my brothers share one too. My mom works a job that involves sleeping at work and doesn't think it's worth it for us to rent a three bedroom, so she sleeps on the couch on her nights off.

The first time was mid-2020 when she brought home a feral kitten my grandpa found underneath his house. What was supposed to be a family pet quickly turned into a pet that was kept only to E's and my room. He had some sort of sinus issue where he snotted everywhere all the time, so snot was constantly needing to be cleaned and being found randomly on our things. The cat was eventually rehomed after a year because it scratched my sister really badly to the point that my mom was concerned she would need stitches(she didn't. the cat didn't like being pet / touched and my sister wouldn't respect its boundries).

The second time was another cat(2021) that followed my mom from her cat to her place of work. This was when I started getting frustrated with my mom randomly bringing home animals, since the same set up that happened last time happened again- except this time, the cat got old enough to spray, and my mom kept forgetting to get him fixed so our room just smelled fucking awful. This cat was also rehomed when I broke down after realizing it has sprayed all over my books. I told my mom he either needed to be fixed or she needed to get rid of him. He was gone the next week.

Then last year it happened again- except this time, with a puppy(2022). My aunt was looking to get a new dog and sent some puppy photos to my mom, which she cooed over and showed me. She told me she was considering bringing one home, which I instantly told her was a bad idea and went over all the cons. Mom seemed to agree. Then guess what happened to be an early Christmas gift.... -_-

My sister and I took charge on the dog. We got our brothers to agree on a name for him(anyone with younger siblings knows this is a BIG deal lmao), started attempting to crate train him(basically making sure he's okay with eventually being left alone without crying the whole time), and we were the only ones trying to potty train him. Our mom didn't stick to any of this(including choosing a new name??) and the dog still isn't potty trained, and I'm the only one other than my mom that doesn't refuse to clean up after him. The dog doesn't stay in our room like the other animals, but it took months for my sister and I to convince our mom to get a hook lock for our door so the dog wouldn't keep coming in and peeing. The dog didn't end up getting rehomed, but now regularly stays at our aunt's house way more than ours.

It's worth noting at this point that all of these pets were "family pets" according to mom, and she would get upset when me and E pointed out we were really the only one taking care of them. The dog evened out after a while and now it's mostly my mom and I doing the work when he's here, but the cats are still a point of tension for us.

And now. For the fucking bunny!! Jesus christ I'm sorry there's so much backstory to this!!

A week ago my sister comes into our room and wakes me up to tell me mom brought home a baby bunny. It was scary small(3.5 inches long not stretching, 2 weeks old), and wasn't moving much but was clearly alive. My mom said it ran into my Nana's yard after the dog next door scared it off, and it's pretty safe to assume the nest is destroyed. But instead of bringing the rabbit to a wildlife rehab or something, my mom brought it home and told my sister she could keep it. They then put it in a box with some grass and water and did no further research.

I was pretty livid, because 1. This is a WILD rabbit. That's a crime in my state, 2. I think it was insanely irresponsible for my mom to drop this on us, 3. This is not a pet and it's very likely it'll die in our care just from us not being experienced, and 4. On a very basic and selfish level, I didn't want to take care of this animal and I didn't want it in our room(which it had to be). But E has been asking for a bunny for years, so for once she wasn't on my side about a new pet being dropped on us. So I was pretty outnumbered.

I kept pushing for my mom to contact a professional at the very least to ask about its diet(it's very easy to kill baby bunnies by feeding them the wrong thing), and kept trying to get my sister to stop holding / petting it since rabbits can die of stress. My mom listened after a day and my sister never did. Tbh I also thought if my mom contacted a professional the pro would tell her to absolutely not keep the bunny? But it was never brought up in their convo, so I think my mom might have lied about it or something, idk.

I continued being "negetive" about the rabbit and my sister kicked me out of our room for it. I refused to care for it too, even though my mom kept insisting it was a "family" pet(without me it was just her and E taking care of it, and since it stayed in our room my brothers never really got to see it). To be honest I really didn't feel like I had a lot of options, and I thought if I didn't help then maybe they would get overwhelmed or something and decide to give it to a professional. But I still kept trying to give pet care advice, because I didn't want any harm to come to the bunny(for example, my sister likes our room to never have to ac on, but i made sure she was keeping it cool enough for the bunny).

Well... After four days, the bunny died. E was pretty heartbroken, obviously, and my mom was sad, but to be honest I'm just sort of bitter. I'm upset a rabbit died just because my mom wouldn't listen. For more context, I also thought bringing in the bunny was a bad idea because my sister recently lost her dad, and I knew if it didn't end well this would just add more grief to her life. I 100% don't think she's TA in this situation, even if she has frustrated me.

I'm still pretty pissed at my mom for all of this, so yesterday when she sat me down and told me I should apologize to E for how I behaved, I didn't take it well. She said my negetivity made it so E didn't fully enjoy her time with the bunny, and that if I had handled things differently maybe things would have tunred out better. I know E has been avoiding me, which started when we first got the bunny and she kicked me out of the room for being too negetive. I feel like she just needs time to process, and to be honest I don't think this is something I should apologize for, even if it is an apology just to make her feel better. It feels like that would be irresponsible of me? Idk. I told my mom none of this would have happened if SHE hadn't been so irresponsible and brought the bunny home to a grieving teenager, when there wasn't much of a chance of the bunny surviving with us in the first place, but tbh ever since her dad died I've been really trying to do right by E, so I second-guess myself a lot now.

So AITA for being negetive about the bunny and refusing to apologize? To be clear again I don't think E is TA here, but they're both upset with me so idk.

What are these acronyms?

[thetexasjerusalemcrossroads]

loose top 145 chart - list under the readmore

1. Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island

2. Car Seat Headrest - How To Leave Town

3. The Microphones - The Glow, Pt. 2

4. Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient Works 85-92

5. Stereolab - Emperor Tomato Ketchup

6. Earl Sweatshirt - some rap songs

7. The Olivia Tremor Control - Black Foliage: Animation Music

8. Bladee - ICEDANCER

9. Prince - Purple Rain

10. The KLF - Chill Out

11. Cardiacs - A Little Man and a House and the Whole World Window

12. Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

13. The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

14. Animal Collective - Feels

15. desert sand feels warm at night - 夢の砂漠 (Dream Desert)

16. Hiroshi Yoshimura - SURROUND

17. Duster - Stratosphere

18. bedbug - If I Got Smaller Grew Wings and Flew Away for Good

19. Prince - Prince and The Revolution: Live

20. Mike - WEIGHT OF THE WORLD

21. The Weeknd - After Hours

22. Guided by Voices - Alien Lanes

23. Radiohead - Kid A

24. of Montreal - Skeletal Lamping

25. of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?

26. Guided by Voices - Bee Thousand

27. Car Seat Headrest - Teens Of Denial

28. The Microphones - Mount Eerie

29. Mew - Frengers

30. Thin Lizzy - Jailbreak

31. The Beatles - Abbey Road

32. Modest Mouse - The Lonesome Crowded West

33. Ride - Nowhere (Expanded)

34. Ween - The Pod

35. Radiohead - OK Computer

36. Fishmans - 宇宙 日本 世田谷

37. Fishmans - 98.12.28 男達の別れ (Live)

38. Massive Attack - Blue Lines

39. Stereolab - Dots and Loops

40. George Clanton - Slide

41. The Avalanches - Since I Left You

42. Car Seat Headrest - Twin Fantasy

43. Car Seat Headrest - Nervous Young Man

44. Indian Summer - Giving Birth to Thunder

45. Moss Icon - Lyburnum Wits End Liberation Fly

46. Jane Remover - frailty

47. Los Campesinos! - Romance is Boring

48. The Olivia Tremor Control - Dusk at Cubist Castle

49. Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile

50. My Bloody Valentine - You Made Me Realise

51. Bladee - Spiderr

52. 100 gecs - 10,000 gecs

53. Bomb the Music Industry! - Get Warmer

54. DJ Sprinkles - Midtown 120 Blues

55. Alvvays - Alvvays

56. The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium

57. Brave Little Abacus - Masked Dancers: Concern in So Many Things You Forget Where You Are

58. Julia Brown - An abundance of strawberries

59. DJ Shadow - Endtroducing.....

60. Modest Mouse - Building Nothing Out of Something

61. Tyler, the Creator - Igor

62. Tyler, the Creator - Flower Boy

63. David Bowie - Blackstar

64. Nine Inch Nails - Bad Witch

65. The Beach Boys - SMiLE

66. Animal Collective - Spirit They’re Gone, Spirit They’ve Vanished

67. Nana Grizol - Dancing Dogs

68. Nana Grizol - Love It Love It

69. Gorillaz - Gorillaz

70. Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas

71. Pet Shop Boys - Introspective

72. Glass Beach - Plastic Death

73. Death Grips - the powers that b

74. Junior Delahaye - Showcase

75. Slowdive - Slowdive

76. Los Campesinos! - We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

77. Global Communication - 76:14

78. Bright Eyes - Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground

79. Car Seat Headrest - 4

80. Vince Staples - Big Fish Theory

81. The Music Tapes - Mary's Voice

82. Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam

83. Ween - Quebec

84. Sufjan Stevens - The Age of Adz

85. Earl Sweatshirt - I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt

86. Virtual Self - Virtual Self

87. Lil Ugly Mane - Singles

88. Sufjan Stevens - Carrie & Lowell

89. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Polygondwanaland

90. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Live in Brisbane '21

91. Boards of Canada - Music Has the Right to Children

92. Boards of Canada - Geogaddi

93. Frank Ocean - Blonde

94. The Cure - Disintegration

95. Nirvana - In Utero

96. Death Grips - Bottomless Pit

97. Mike - renaissance man

98. Dismemberment Plan - Emergency & I

99. The Microphones - It Was Hot, We Stayed In The Water

100. Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion

101. Cardiacs - The Seaside

102. Gorillaz - Demon Days

103. Duster - Duster

104. My Chemical Romance - I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

105. Thursday - Full Collapse

106. My Bloody Valentine - m b v

107. Black Dresses - Peaceful as Hell

108. Porter Robinson - nurture

109. of Montreal - Paralytic Stalks

110. bob hund - Bob Hund

111. Teen Suicide - i will be my own hell because there is a devil inside my body

112. Slowdive - Souvlaki

113. Cursive - The Ugly Organ

114. Ween - God Ween Satan: The Oneness (Anniversary Edition)

115. Kleenex Girl Wonder - Ponyoak

116. Sweet Trip - Velocity: design: comfort.

117. Gorillaz - Plastic Beach

118. Guided by Voices - Under the Bushes Under the Stars

119. The Beatles - Revolver

120. Jane Remover - teen week

121. Glass Beach - the first glass beach album

122. blackwinterwells - Stone Ocean

123. The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die - Formlessness - EP

124. Grandaddy - The Sophtware Slump

125. Jordaan Mason - earth to ursa major

126. Weatherday - Come In

127. The pAper chAse - Hide the Kitchen Knives

128. Kylie Minogue - Aphrodite

129. Yung Lean - Starz

130. pilotredsun - Achievement

131. Bomb the Music Industry! - Album Minus Band

132. Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

133. Doss - Doss

134. Kitty - Frostbite

135. Bob Drake - Medallion Animal Carpet

136. Parannoul - After the Night (Live)

137. J Dilla - Donuts

138. Ashley Ninelives - Eagle Creek

139. Vangelis - Blade Runner - Esper Edition

140. Akira Yamaoka - SILENT HILL2 (Original Soundtrack)

141. C418 - Minecraft - Volume Alpha

142. C418 - Minecraft - Volume Beta

143. Disasterpeace - Fez

144. Toby Fox - UNDERTALE Soundtrack

145. Kero Kero Bonito - Time 'n' Place (background)

honorable mentions to round it off to 150:

146. Julius Eastman - Femenine

147. Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool

148. Dinosaur jr. - You're Living All Over Me

149. Flipper - Album Generic Flipper

150. DJ Rozwell - NONE OF THIS IS REAL

[nightstarsbarry]

Sparkle on! the countdown has started and we are inching closer to the holidays! see all of you next wednesday don't forget to be yourself!

[countdown🍗: 10 till thanksgiving!]

[countdown🎄: 42 till christmas!!]

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[bitchinbarzal]

lulu’s summer prompts 💘

it’s summer! so for the next week you can request prompts from my prompt list 🌼🤍

rules;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don't do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here

1. "you're so cute." "what did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot"

2. "yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don't we all do that to our best friends? …..no? what do you mean no?"

3. "you're cute." "what?" " said you look like a fruit." "that doesn't even make any sense."

4. "how do i know if i have a crush on someone?" "well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that."

5. " I can't get you out of my head." "..thanks?"

6. "would it be weird if i kissed you? be honest." "honestly? yes. do i care? no."

7. "¡ feel strange when you're around." "do you have a fever or something?"

8. "just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn't, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don't mind. that's cool."

9. "this sounds like you're flirting with me." "..i have been trying to do that for three years now."

10. "What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?"
"…Let's be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

11. "Oh my God, why are you crying? Does me liking you disgust you that much?" "No, you dumbass, it's because you like me back but I spent all of this time thinking you'd never like me that way!"

12. "Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and l'II not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way towards you."

13. "I'll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they're- they're only temporary, I swear I’ll get over you. Just please don't leave me-" "Did you ever think, that maybe, I don't want you getting over me? What if I don't want these feelings to be only temporary? That maybe I...
Like you, too?"

14. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"

15. Classic "there was only one bed"

16. Alternatively, there was only one couch

17. Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.

18. There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.

19. All other seats are taken, so you both have to squeeze into one chair.

20. Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.

21. "Oh no... what did we do?"

22. "Hi! You need to leave."

23."I'm sorry.. who are you?"

24."Ugh...I drank so much."

25. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

26. "Where are your clothes?"

27. "…I'm sore in such weird places."

28. "Hey, sorry! I'm gonna go. Right now."

29. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night”

30. "I think this was a mistake."

31. "It was always you."

32. "Can you just hold my hand?"

33. "I wished every day to hold you once more."

34. "There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt."

35. "If I could stay here with you forever, I would."

36. "You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep”

37. "You made me feel weak."

38. "I didn't mean to love you so much."

39. "You were the only person I thought I could trust."

40. "You promised you wouldn't forget me.

41. "I don't have anyone else."

42. "I thought you still loved me."

43. "You never cared that you broke my heart."

44. "It wasn't supposed to end this way."

45. "Please just stay with me. For one moment at least."

46. "You're leaving now?"

47. "You didn't miss me at all?»

48. "I can't love you anymore."

49. "I wish I was sorry."

50. "Did I ever really matter to you?"

51. "Admit that you're wrong!"

52. "Do not compare yourself to me."

53. "My hate for you runs deeper than your ego."

54. "You left me!"

55. "You will never know how I feel."

56. "Liar!"

57. "I wish you were dead."

58. "You will regret this."

59. "Get away from me!"

60. "I don't know you anymore."

61. “She's not yours.”

62. " It wasn't meant to go this far. I swear. "

63. "Please, not now."

64. " You were ready to leave me for her. "

65. " There is no us, there never was.

66. "Why didn't you tell me? "

67. " If lies keep spewing from those lips then i'm walking out that door.

68. " Shut up. "

69. "Are you ever going to listen? "

70. " Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me. "

71. " You know for a fucking fact that wasn't supposed to happen. "

72. " Sort yourself out first.

73. " Shhh. I know. "

74. " Tell me a story. "

75. " Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we've done. "

76. " All he ever did was use you. Why can't you see that? "

77. "You think this will make me stay? "

78. " You thought this was real? "

79. " My mum asked about you again. "

80. " Alcohol's the only constant in my life. "

81. " Sirf tum hi ho "

82. " He already knows. "

83. " I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart”

84. " You're married!! "

85. " You deserve so much better. "

[lapanachestyle]

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[dorefasolsido]

42.

Do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc)

Well I can't say it doesn't happen, but it's not really worrying about marriage and kids because I know deep in my soul that these things just aren't for me. Whenever I try to imagine myself in those roles, I want to jump out of my skin, so no, I'm pretty sure that's out of the picture. Still, I do worry about whether people around me can accept me the way I am and whether everyone will move on and build their own families, leaving me utterly alone. Now those are the worries that keep me up at night.

Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy?

Usually we do. And yes, my mum is sometimes ridiculously tidy.

What’s your least favorite chore to do around the house? Do you have to do this often?

Cleaning the kitchen or bathroom sink or the shower drain for sure. I used to hate dishes, but I have a dishwasher now, and tbh, this is much much worse.

If you went to your mom/dad or whoever you live with and said “hey, I’ll clean the whole house if you give me 20 bucks” would they go for it? Would you raise the price?

I don't think my sister would go for it because: 1) she doesn't earn her own money yet and 2) why the fuck would she accept when I do it for free anyway

Are you usually late, early or right on time?

Usually a bit early, though it really depends on the traffic.

If you wrote a journal entry about your last date, what would it say?

I don't write journal entries.

On a scale of 1 to 5 how organized are you?

I think I come across as much more organized than I actually am tbh. So I don't really know. Maybe like 2.5 or 3.

Name a movie you can watch over and over again and not be bored with?

Let's say Mean Girls.

Do you wear pajamas to places other than at your house?

Well yeah, if I travel somewhere and stay at an apartment or a hotel.

Do you take showers in the morning or at night more?

In the evening usually.

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?

It's just a white Samsung theme with a little cartoon cat.

Do you still have your tonsils?

Yup.

What is the worst thing someone has ever done to you?

It's hard to remember the specifics since I'm currently in a pretty good mood and would rather not ruin it by reminiscing about the people that have wronged me in the past lol

Have you ever gone nude/streaked in public?

Not since I was a very small child.

Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep?

I think I sleep like a corpse most of the time. Like, sounds do wake me up, but when it's quiet, I don't move an inch.

Why aren’t you with the person you love?

I don't love anyone romantically. Otherwise, I am with a bunch of people that I love.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now?\

I mean, I'm a bit of a mess but sure.

Do you like the rain?

Yes, sometimes it fits the mood.

What is your mom listed under in your phone?

I listed her as "mother" in Japanese because I don't want to forget how to write it.

Do you like going to the dentist?

I do actually. I'm a bit of a minority in this, but I find all those medical procedures and checkups kind of interesting. Like, I doubt I'd enjoy if anything was seriously wrong with me, but when it's these small things, I really don't mind.

Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences?

Yes. I'm afraid of speaking to small audiences too.

Are you afraid to tell the truth sometimes?

All the time.

What’s one quality about yourself that you feel sets you back but also helps you?

Uhhh, well sometimes I feel like my natural tendency to question everything might be it. Of course that's good, but it also makes me not really trust anyone, you know? Like, I have friends that I've known for over a decade and I still sometimes question their words and motives, which kind of sucks on my part.

Was anyone who had been in your company today in a bad mood?

I haven't been in anyone's company yet.

The last time you felt sick what exactly was wrong?

I don't remember the last time that happened.

What did you do today?

Got up, had my usual standup call, did some research for the next article, wrote like 10 words then gave up because I already met my quota for this month and it's Friday. Maybe I'll just catch up on Sunday, or maybe I won't even bother.

[poshstory]

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[dimepdf]

PLAYING DANGEROUS. + JIM HOPPER

masterlist. / taglist. / any request?

synopsis. you would claim that the trauma of caring for your siblings and witnessing your mother struggle to put food on the table each day did not have a significant impact on you, but in truth, you had major fucking daddy issues.

pairing. jim hopper x reader

word count. 4.4k

genre and warnings. 18+, Byers!reader, afab reader, no plot just porn, literally just shameless smut, soft dom!hopper, back dimples, body worship, age difference(reader is 20 hopper is in his 40s), size kink, discreet sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, dad!hopper, manhandling, doggy, praise kink | - feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 💙 4.4k w.c.

Hearing the knock at the front door, you sigh with your head leaning down and eyes clenched shut, your fingers knotting in your hair to rinse out the rest of the shampoo, hoping that the shower water wouldn't spray cold water on you again. 

Another knock echoed throughout the Byers family home, a groan erupting from your throat. "Will, can you get the door?" you shout.

Nothing but silence had descended throughout the halls.

Remembering shortly after that your little brother Will had asked you for permission to biking over to Mike’s house not too long ago, and Jonathan was out taking a weekend shift at work, something that you had to be shush-shush about to your mother Joyce. The woman who was always busy working.

Shivering as you had no choice but to step out onto the tiles, reaching down to twist the knob and turn off the shower, and drape a towel under your shoulders, your wet feet and hair trailing along the carpet as you quickly stomped to your bedroom.

Yanking on a shirt that was a bit too big, no doubt the one that you had stolen from Jonathan's closet, paired with cotton shorts that almost draped over your knees. 

Another one of your brother's hand-me-downs that you found comfort in. Changing into the clothes in record time, as the knocking seemed to only get louder and more impatient.

Whoever was behind the door had a heavy arm and knew that at least someone was home, probably from your parked car in the driveway.

While lazily twisting your hair up into a ponytail to keep it from trailing water against your neck. You used another shirt to twist your hair into as you rushed towards the door, using your free hand to turn the knob and yank open the door, interpreting another harsh knock.

"Uncle Hop?" As you squint your eyes, enough to make out the lean, muscular man that stood stiffly in uniform in your doorway. Your hand masked your eyes from the sunlight as you gave the familiar face a gentle smile in greeting despite the gruff resting scowl that you had grown accustomed to on Hopper's face, you gave the familiar older man a gentle smile in greeting.

Hopper begins to look around the house before peering down at you, expecting your mother to be there instead of her only daughter. His gaze was dark, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Where’s your mom?" Your eyes squint as you lean against the edge of the door, one of your legs hooking over the other, shrugging your shoulders in response.

He looked intimidating with the shade of his hat covering the dark of his hair, his stare never seeming to soften paired with his rough, rumbling deep voice. 

You knew Hopper as your mother’s high school boyfriend, much to her dismay, of course.

Ever since the whole upside, your little brother getting lost in the upside-down and you having to team up with a ragtag group of kids, it had seemed like Hopper had more of an importance in your life. Of course, from saving your family's lives, you all welcomed him with open arms.

He had a foot and some inches on you, not that you cared much. Most of Will’s lame friends were already inching up to your height despite almost being the legal age to drink. You just felt silly standing close to the grown 42-year-old man as you were a 20-year-old woman having to look up to talk to him.

His eyes roll in annoyance, and he grunts something under his breath, taking a drag from his cigarette before pulling it away from his lips and stomping it out with the heel of his boot. 

"You shouldn’t be home by yourself, so don’t just open the door without checking who’s there first," Hopper grumbled, and there it was, the constant fatherly bickering, the type that would often come from his mouth where you could only stand stock still with your lips flattened and nodding your head to every sentence just to get out of the sudden lecture. 

You swore that Hopper would always be the one to scowl at you for something, even more than your own mother did.

"It's fine, dude—" You wave your hand in the air. He doesn't look angry, just discontent as his eyes narrow down on your face. 

You didn't want to attempt the slight shiver that rolled down your spine, guilty of the small crush you had on your mom's kinda-sort-of-boyfriend. 

Ready to defend yourself from one of Hopper’s rambling strings of paranoia, you nor anyone else gave him much slack for it since everything that had gone down. If anything, they were more comfortable with the police officer always worrying about something than not caring at all. 

Not caring just wasn't in Hopper’s nature.

"Dude," he mocked in a pitched tone, "it's not, and I need you to watch Jane tonight again. I gotta go do something out of town." You weren't shocked at the request. Being the oldest sibling from Will’s group of friends, you were also the most stably trustworthy.

The first time that you agreed to babysit Jane, your mother begged you the same day after her boss stuck her on the closing shift. The same day, she had arranged with Hopper to bring Jane over for the night while he had to drive to the next town to collect files for the police department. 

It wasn't much of a big deal to you, and it seemed like you were the only one that thought so, as Hopper made the drive to the cabin the most nerve-wracking 30-minute drive you've ever been on. 

You were so overwhelmed by the number of rules and routines he had for his preteen daughter that you were almost concerned about how much he would hover over her because of her supernatural powers. 

You played it cool, letting the girl do whatever she wanted in a controlled manner, which was mostly talking about Mike and asking you for romance advice until she fell asleep in your lap with your nails combing through her hair. It was the easiest 30 bucks you had earned in your life. 

On those days when Hopper would need you to stay longer, he would drop you off at the cabin at night and you would spend the time trying to occupy yourself with the old TV and trying not to notice too much the fact that you were in a cabin in the middle of the woods, finding a routine that worked more peacefully for you both.

Waiting for the morning, you would wake Jane up with a plate of waffles sitting on her bed, as you two would eat together and watch whatever was on TV and chat, using the rest of the day to maybe tidy up the beer cans Hopper would leave or try to clean out the harsh stench of cigarettes and old wood.

You hated doing chores at home, but at Hopper’s, you didn't really have anything else to do but clean until his truck came from down the road ready to take you back home. 

That morning, all you did was grab a pair of sneakers from your room and an extra blanket from the living room sofa to wrap yourself in since the cabin had poor heating. You hopped into the passenger side of Hopper’s truck, being used to sitting in the police car.

The moment you had made it to the cabin, you greeted Jane and called into Joyce’s work, letting her know that you wouldn't be home tonight. 

Once you had given the whole run down, you hung up the phone with an I love you and devoted all of your attention to the short-haired girl that sat with her arms crossed on the couch. Jane was just blankly staring at you, probably a little taken back by your bold fashion choice. You tilted your head at the young girl.

"You have…boobs." Jane finally spoke, her eyes squinting hard at the curved outline of your braless breast from the oversized shirt you had worn.

You glance down, pitching the shirt out, just realizing that you had forgotten to put on a bra in your rush to put on clothes. Wearing what you would normally wear as pajamas in the comfort of your own home, the main problem being that you weren't in the comfort of your home.

"Uh, yeah, guess I do. Thanks for reminding me." Nodding at the awkward comment, Jane seemed to glance at her own chest before crossing her arms tighter in thought.

"Alright, how about we do something interesting today instead of sitting around." The suggestion made Jane's face light up in excitement.

"Can we play hide and seek outside?" You already knew the answer to the question by knowing that Hopper even knew that you stepped foot outside. He would have a fit and probably find ways to ground you both.

"As much as I would love to, Hopper would kill us both. How about…we watch a movie?" You asked, glancing at the orange and pink sunset from the cabin's window.

Jane was quick to agree only on the terms that she would have the first pick on the movie and that you would let her eat just a few pieces of candy.

You had grown to adapt to the rustic environment of the cabin, being smart enough to gift hand-me-downs to Jane from your own childhood, from clothes to movie tapes, making it a routine to only watch rom-coms together.

It was a sweet moment that you had shared all the way until you both fell asleep, cuddled into each other's arms on the big armchair that was usually occupied by a man bigger than the two of you put together.

It was much later that Hopper's heavy footsteps could be heard from outside the cabin, the front door creaking open as he exhaled in the comforts of his home. 

Shedding his coat and kicking off his boots, draping his coat over the top of the couch, still not noticing the two sleeping girls in his armchair as he turned to yank the window curtains closed.

"Hey brats, I'm back." His voice only causes you to stir in your sleep, not wake up. You had brought from home a blanket to snuggle your chin into. 

Hopper’s attention finally snapped to the two of you slumbering in his chair. His mind only took seconds to progress the situation as he bit his lip to keep from making any more noise, humming in a pleasant acknowledgment to the calm silence that had filled the cabin.

"My bad." he apologized to no one in particular, shuffling to the small kitchen, impressed with the cleaned dishes that sat beside the sink. As he directed his stall stature towards the fridge using his foot to open the door and squatting down to pull out a well-deserved canned beer. 

Popping the top open and taking a long swig, a relaxed sigh parted from his lips the moment he had swallowed the cold liquid.

Hooper took notice of the thin blanket you two were wrapped up in, dad mode kicking in as he was afraid that you two might catch a cold in the cold living room. 

Carefully untangling Jane from your lap and into his arms, walking the girl to her own bedroom and tucking her under the thick blankets, careful not to disturb her too much from her sleep. His next target was you.

Finding you had only curled up into your blanket from the loss of heat, Hopper had debated whether to wake you up and drive you back home to sleep in your comfortable bed. 

His final decision was to just move you to the pullout couch and layer you in blankets in hopes that you didn't get sick, but mostly because he knew there was enough space for the both of you to sleep on the huge pullout couch.

After pulling out all the cushions and setting up the pullout couch, Hopper turns to you, grabbing the bend of your knee and hooking his muscular arm under your shoulders. 

He heaves you up into his arms, almost as if you had not weighed anything, gently setting you down onto the sheets of the bed. 

As he went to grab extra blankets from the storage cabinet, you shifted in your sleep, nuzzling your face into the surface of the mattress turning to lay on your stomach as your shirt had hiked up unknowingly, exposing a peek of your skin from your back. returning with a clutch full of blankets and pillows,

Hopper's eyes can’t help but peek at the dimples peeking from the lowered waistband of your shorts, a deep exhale coming from his nose. As he clenched his eyes shut hard, mentally scowling at himself for even looking at you that way. 

You were 20 years younger than him, let alone the daughter of the woman he had confusing feelings for. Hopper's head was a mess. His hand reached to pinch the bridge of his nose to clear his mind from the lewd thoughts. He settled a blanket around you. 

He put a pillow by the side of your head before making himself comfortable on the opposite side of the mattress. Making sure the distance between the two of you was marked by a pillow as he wrapped himself in his own blanket, listening to the sound of your soft breathing to help him fall asleep. 

Hopper was jerked awake a few hours later. The moon was still out as the only thing that had lit the cabin was the hum of static coming from the TV.

Hopper, groaning half asleep, had only taken a few minutes to notice that you had moved from your original position across the mattress closer to him in your sleep. You had passed the pillow barrier he had placed between you two and cuddled into his side.

You even got tucked under the same blanket as him, his mind too tired to fully comprehend that it was you he had cuddled in his arms. Hopper draped his arms around you, pulling you in closer to his broad chest, his eyes fluttering closed once more as he nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck.

That exchange was innocently cute until it wasn't.

Your backside was pushing up against his groin area, wanting to hug on as much heat as you possibly could in your sleep. Hopper quickly reacted, despite his mind not being active. 

His hips rolled against the back of your thigh from the sudden friction; his hold tightened around you as he pulled you even closer, tucking you into his arms.

It was a tiring exchange of Hopper rutting his jeaned cock into the curve of your plump ass, your gym shorts riding up little by little, his breath picking up just as you had your eyes opened. You didn't know what to think. 

You were suddenly awake, wrapped in a man's arms, feeling the jean material of his erection grind harshly against your skin. It was more than just confusion. 

"Hop?" You mumble tiredly, struggling around his grasp to turn on your side. You sit up the moment he halts to continue grinding into your thigh. "Hop." You whisper once more, shaking his shoulder and tucking your thighs against your chest. 

You can feel your heart beating against your chest. Your face flushed at the heated feeling between your legs, your thoughts not having enough time to head south as Hopper flinched awake.

"Shit Y/N, I’m so sorry I don't know what—" He had already retreated away before he could fully awake. You stopped Hopper from scooting away, your fingers pressing into the flesh of his bicep muscle.

"No please, please stay. It’s okay." Your voice fell into an alluring whisper, your feet already freezing from exiting the cold of the blanket. 

Hopper’s eyes were blank as they glanced, almost like his entire body had to freeze just to piece together what you were implying. His head was shaking as you took action, tucking yourself back into the blanket and reaching to crawl back into his arms.

"No, we can’t, we can’t." He was raking his mind for any morally sane excuse to not fuck you right now, just as he was about to try to convince you that the feeling of your hand rubbing against his dick made him forget what he was about to say. 

His mouth gaped open as he groaned at the unexpected contact, your mouth latching onto his lips to muffle the deep groan that had erupted from his throat.

"Jane’s sleeping, you gotta be quiet." is the one thing to ground him. Hopper leans into the kiss, almost like your lips were laced with sweet poison, you tasted so sweet.

Your mouth tasted like the candy you had eaten earlier, as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Hopper wanted to taste more as he took control, moving to lie on top of you with his elbows supporting him from putting too much weight on you as you unzipped his jeans and slipped out of your shorts.

Parting away from the kiss with a low gasp, leaning back to pull off his jeans, it gave Hopper enough time to glance at Jane’s bedroom door and then back at you, almost losing his breath from the sight.

Your limbs are all spread out just for him. Your shirt hiked up past your belly button, showing off the dark purple underwear. 

Your hair was spread on top of the pillow, and your eyes were dark with neediness. He would see the traces of your nipples budding against the cloth material of the shirt. 

From the way his heart was hammering against his chest, he felt like you were going to be the death of him, wetting his lips as he leaned down to capture your lips once more. 

His cold fingers trailed cautiously from your stomach before fondling your breasts. Luring a moan from your throat, feeling his cold, rough fingers tease the peek of your nipples from beneath your shirt.

"We shouldn't do this." His knee threaded between your thighs, his entire chest swallowing your small figure compared to his.

"Don't stop, please." Your voice was soft, hinting toward still being a little tired in the back of your mind. Hopper was amazed by how desperate you were just for him.

It was like you were trying to give the poor guy a heart attack when you yanked your shirt over your head, exposing your naked breast to him.

Hopper couldn't quite understand if he was just having some sort of weird dream, but whatever was happening, he knew he was going to make the most of it, not caring what would unfold next as his cock had grown almost painfully hard, straining against his briefs.

He had to have you. Moving to lie on his side, he placed her arm over the hook of your knee, setting it over his thigh to spread your legs.

You parted your thighs as far apart as they could, your hips shamelessly bucking against nothing, the sensation of his hand brushing down your belly and over the damp cotton that had covered your clit, his finger bending to hook the material and move it aside.

His mushroom tip brushed along your entrance, wetting himself in a thin wet layer of your arousal.

The moment he had adjusted himself to push just the head of his cock inside, coaxing a drawn-out moan from the bottom of your throat.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good," Hopper grunted from the nape of your neck, his body shivering as you were already clenching around just the tip of his length, not used to his wide girth.

Hopper reached his hand from behind, his big hands covering the entire bottom half of your face, muffling your whimpers as he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you.

"You look so perfect like this." He praised you. Hopper tried to be as patient as he could as his hand fisted around the pillow under your head, feeling your squirm as you tried to get used to his dick bullying the inside of you.

The thrust was unbearable from both sides, the size of him feeling like you were about to split into two and the feeling of your small cunt choking to take his entire cock inside of you.

His pace started slow, listening to your breath pick up with every thrust. Every time he would fill you up with the new sensation of being completely full, making you feel so light-headed your eyes roll to the back of your head as Hopper trails wet kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

"My dick isn’t that big, pretty girl. I know you can take it." The feeling of his breath fanning against the back of your neck, his hand moving down from your face to wrap firmly around your neck, you were careful with your volume. The fear of waking the child in the other room was still in the back of your mind despite being fucked stupid.

"Lay on your stomach." Before you could even fully process the request, Hopper was already using the palm of his hand to push your shoulder fully into the mattress, his hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips, arching your ass into the air while using his hairy thighs to spread yours apart.

"Atta fucking girl." Hopper cursed, as his pace picked up, his hips snapping into you with more force. Your voice was tired and broken from mindless rambling and begging.

"Saying so much and so little at the same time, you're so adorable." Hopper teased The second your hips flexed from your first orgasm, whimpering his name under your breath as he continued to fuck you through it, his pace not stuttering as he fucked you with no signs of mercy.

The sounds of the old mattress springs gave in under every thrust, along with the occasional grunt that would slip past your lips.

Your teeth bit into your pillow to keep yourself silent as his cock plunged deep inside of you with every thrust, your warm insides urging him deeper with every twitch and clench.

Your eyes prickled with tears at the overwhelming need building in the pit of your stomach. "That's it. Take it just like that." and that you did. His hands fit perfectly around the lower part of your torso, guiding your hips.

You loved the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, how his hairy chest felt resting against the smooth skin of your back as he coaxed another orgasm from your tired, sweaty body.

You twitched under him as he became irritated by your fidgeting, pinning your hands behind your back and angling your ass in the air, the clear sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing along with the bed springs you were being fucked against.

"You like it when I ruin you like this?" You could feel his hand squeezing around your breast, the other rubbing rough circles into your clit with the jagged skin of his thumb.

"Oh god, yes, yes." You horsley cooed.

Hopper couldn't recall the last time he felt anything so hot and tight around his dick. His mind was in a trance, watching as your ass rippled like jelly against the snap of his hips with each thrust. He hadn't seen anyone bend so attractively in this position in a long time.

It took one hook under the bend of your knee to turn you over to lie on your back, used to your limbs being so easily controlled by him, as Hopper was quick to bury himself back inside of you.

Your hips twitched up at him as he grabbed your thighs and hugged them both to his chest, lifting your ankles over his shoulders as he leaned down, using his forearms to not crush you with all of your weight. Your body wasn’t flexible, but it was definitely adaptable.

The feeling of his breath fanning against your face threw you over the edge, losing count of how many times you had come undone, your body having a mind of its own that Hopper had control over.

Hopper rolled his hips against yours, his chest reaching deeper than ever, much out of your control. Your mouth, having a mind of its own, was not able to help the string of broken mumbling nonsense that moaned from your lips.

Hopper just couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of ruining you. 

He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't bother to restrain himself any longer, surging down and capturing your lips with his mouth, your pathetic whines muffled down his throat. 

Moreover, your weak whines filled the small room along with the wet sound of Hopper pistoning inside of you. 

An abrupt sound, making your heart shake a beat, too tired to move any faster than Hopper did. The man covers your body with a blanket before wrapping himself in another and settling in next to you.

Next was the slow creak of Jane’s bedroom door, the short-haired girl peeking from it tiredly, her hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced around the room half asleep. 

"Hey kiddo, are you okay?" Hopper asked, trying to mask his breathless tone as well as using a pillow to cover up his still hard erection. Jane only peered at the man before taking a glance at you.

Unbeknownst to the man that sat next to you, Jane could see that you were asleep with just the top of your head poking from the blanket.

"I thought I heard something. Wanted to check on Y/N." she mumbled, still holding onto the doorknob. Hopper finally took notice of your sleeping state, an exhale of disappointment passing through his nose before giving a small smile at Jane.

"She's fine, kid. Why didn't you go back to bed?" Jane was too tired to object. The young girl followed the order. She shut her door and crawled back into the comfort of her bed as Hopper tried to make himself comfortable lying on his back.

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

¤ warnings: timeskip characters, possible angst (let's be real I always turn things angsty), manga spoilers, fluff, cheating, I'll add more as we go.

¤ disclaimer: i don't own any of the hq characters, the pictures i use are just for reference so you can see what I'm imagining, yn looks how you want her to look.

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¤ starting: January 3, 2022

¤ updates: Sundays ~ 6pm MST

[COMPLETED]

Characters: Intro 1 | Intro 2

• Chapter 1: First Day

• Chapter 2: 2 Birds 1 Stone

• Chapter 3: Well That's Tough

• Chapter 4: Calling It Right Now

• Chapter 5: Should I Stop Them?

• Chapter 6: Inch Resting ✏️

• Chapter 7: I'm Really Desperate ✏️

• Chapter 8: Really Domestic

• Chapter 9: SAKUSA KIYOOMI

• Chapter 10: That Was Attractive ✏️

• Chapter 11: Did What I Had To Do

• Chapter 12: PICK UP YOUR PHONE

• Chapter 13: ☺🥰💘

• Chapter 14: What Historical Night?

• Chapter 15: Simple And Nice

• Chapter 16: Idiots On The TL

• Chapter 17: A Smooth Talker

• Chapter 18: Goosebumps

• Chapter 19: Like Him Like Him ✏️

• Chapter 20: Going Through A Phase ✏️

• Chapter 21: I Can See Your Posts ✏️

• Chapter 22: Oh That's Rich

• Chapter 23: That's The Plan

• Chapter 24: Oh 👀 (x2)

• Chapter 25: Keyword: yet

• Chapter 26: 10 minutes. ✏️

• Chapter 27: No 3 For 1 Special ✏️

• Chapter 28: I Got $5

• Chapter 29: Forget Dating

• Chapter 30: My Second Favorite 🥰

• Chapter 31: Sound Like A Threat

• Chapter 32: A Hundred Percent Chance

• Chapter 33: SCANDALOUS

• Chapter 34: Only One Bite? ✏️

• Chapter 35: Family Get Together

• Chapter 36: Soon

• Chapter 37: Tear That Bitch Apart

• Chapter 38: KENMA NO

• Chapter 39: Effective Immediately ✏️

• Chapter 40: Be Transparent

• Chapter 41: Spilled The Tea

• Chapter 42: Kind Of Hot

• Chapter 43: Who Else If Not Tetsu

• Chapter 44: Get Out Of Town

• Chapter 45: Where's The Nearest Toy Store? ✏️

• Chapter 46: Need A Minute

• Chapter 47: 🎶 Sugar rush-ush 🎶

• Chapter 48: Read That Right

• Chapter 49: Know That Look ✏️

• Chapter 50: I 🩷 You ✏️

• Chapter 51: waiting...

• Chapter 52: A Little Dense

• Chapter 53: I Got A List Of Names

• Chapter 54: Almost Kidnapped

• Chapter 55: What He Said Fuck Me For?

• Chapter 56: Separated At Birth

• Chapter 57: KOZUME KENMA

• Chapter 58: Cute And Wholesome

• Chapter 59: Can't Tell Her No

• Chapter 60: A SIMP

• Chapter 61: Update: Coach Found Out

• Chapter 62: Karma Is A Queen

• Chapter 63: Not The Time

• Chapter 64: Do It Again! ✏️

• Chapter 65: Something I Need To Tell You ✏️

• Chapter 66: JUICY DETAILS

• Chapter 67: Through All The Craziness ✏️

• Chapter 68: Send It!

• Chapter 69: I Can Sense It

• Chapter 70: Need Any Convincing?

• Chapter 71: That's Something...

• Chapter 72: Couple of Idiots (lovingly)

• Chapter 73: Some Time Alone

• Chapter 74: My man, my man, my man 😘

• Chapter 75: Getting Deja Vu...

• Chapter 76: Is That Shrek?!

• Chapter 77: For The Record ✏️

• Chapter 78: SURPRISE! ✏️

• Chapter 79: 🩷+❤️=👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

• Chapter 80: Never Felt More Betrayed

• Final: Epilogue

[sirthisisa-wendys]

2. Benkei x reader smut where Kei is being super gentle and attentive to the reader (because i see him as a gentle giant)

IT's BECAUSE HE ISSS

My ass was not attracted to the Green Giant for NOTHING.

*ahem* anyway...

Missed Call: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: NSFW

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Keizo tried his hardest to be a fuckboy.

It looked so easy for Takeomi and Waka to glance at their phone, shrug, and put it away before grumbling, "If this girl doesn't leave me alone..."

Like they would follow through on any threats. (It's not likely.)

But Keizo wonders - as he does most evenings while he's alone in his apartment - what it's all for and what you're up to. His phone is backlogged with messages from the other guys, even a few from his sisters, but nothing from you.

[10:34 pm] what are you up to?

The message is innocent enough, he thinks. Maybe he'll get a reply soon. He hopes he'll get a reply soon. But it isn't until he's in bed that he hears his phone ping twice.

[11:42 pm] Nothing much. Just got home from the bar. Need some company?

The immediate "yes" is followed up by a few texts, all confirming where you were and when he'd arrive. Keizo's heart thumps wildly in his chest while he drives to your townhome just outside of the city. Part of him knows that this specific action is deviating from the "fuckboy protocol" but he wasn't one for that anyways.

Your face is flushed when you meet him at the door, hiccuping softly as you stand in only a robe and your jewelry from when you were out.

"Have fun?" Keizo wonders, walking into your residence with as much swagger as he can muster.

"I did..." you hum, eyes running over his appearance slowly. "You get into anything tonight?"

"Nah," he replies, running a hand over his hair. "Just some business to deal with before the evening." As you close and lock the door, a deepening sense of desire overtakes the giant standing awkwardly in your kitchen.

"Want to talk about it?" Does he? He's never talked about Brahman with you before, and sometimes it seems like you would be okay with his lifestyle. But, still... he's got names and faces to protect. Spilling the secrets to the wrong person would be--

"You don't have to," you add, running your hands down his bare arms. Keizo inhales, holding himself against the counter while you lean into his back. "We can talk about other things. Let me pour you a drink." Keizo can't stop you as you pull away from him, walk over to the cabinet full of glasses and pull out cognac to pour into the glass.

He also can't stop himself from approaching you from behind and cupping your jaw in both hands before kissing down your neck.

"You don't want anything to drink?" you whisper, and Keizo hums softly, smelling your perfume with a shiver.

"It can wait," he murmurs, pushing the glass away from your hands. "I want you." His hands drop down to the hem of your robe and pull it up, revealing your lack of underwear. "Shit..."

Your mouth opens to deliver a string of curses as his hands knead the flesh of your ass, and you angle your hips and neck backward to sink into his embrace.

"Keizo..." His insides go weak when you say his name like this; when you mutter his name with all of the breath in your lungs. This isn't fuckboy behavior... right?

It isn't fuckboy code to carry you to the bedroom with your legs wrapped around his waist as he lazily kisses you.

It isn't fuckboy behavior to lay you across the sheets and undo your robe slowly, savoring every single inch of your flesh with his hands as you sing his name like a siren.

It's not even remotely like a fuckboy to allow himself the pleasure of catering to your needs, sucking your clit until you beg for release, and then eating you out so diligently that Keizo almost forgets who he is or where he is.

"Babe," you pant, hands running through his buzzcut. "I need you inside of me."

Finally. The permission he's been waiting on has arrived, and it's a one-stop-shop straight to paradise, as always. Keizo has always been a good lover. He reckons that you realize this, too, as he slips past your slick folds and presses himself into you with care.

"Shhhh..." he urges you, coursing a thumb across your cheek while he stretches you out. Your mouth is open to shakily inhale and exhale, but nothing else comes out while Keizo works himself inside of you. "Nice and easy, kitten. Nice and easy..."

You press your little hands to his chest and his free hand envelops one of yours, holding it close to his heart while he moves inside of you.

"Feels good," you whisper into his ear. Every nerve in Keizo's body lights up with delight.

"Tell me when you want more, sweetheart." You nod, holding him even closer and angling up for a kiss. Keizo hums before your lips meet, relishing in the feeling of your wet cunt squeezing around his length while he kisses you deeply. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, coming up for air and observing your body from above.

The way your tits shake when he pumps into you, the way your lips part to moan, the way your hands hold onto his arms... it's all too much for him to comprehend. With a groan, he closes his eyes and pumps a little faster, trying to keep you satisfied underneath him.

"K-Keizo, Keizo, babe..." Your right hand begins to flutter against his chest, and Keizo realizes that you're close. "I'm g-gonna..."

He says nothing as you unravel around his cock, as your walls clench and unclench with rapid movements that suck him back into you and keep him there. And it's not any different from the previous times he's felt you cum, but something changes in him like a light switch.

"Hold onto the headboard, momma," he murmurs, helping you place your hands on the wood while your back is to his chest and he's on his knees behind you. Your legs are between his as he pushes forward and his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking harshly.

"Ahh..."

"You have to go to work tomorrow?" Keizo inquires.

"No," you respond, too blissed-out to elaborate.

"Good."

You cum one more time before Keizo finds his release between your thighs, then spoons you while he softens gradually. And despite the words of Takeomi running around in his mind ("Never ever stay the night"), he finds himself nestled into your warmth and kissing your skin every so often, reminding you that he's there as you fall asleep.

No, Keizo's not cut out to be a fuckboy. Not with you in his arms, at least.

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"Sun and Rain"

Chapter 41

"The Darkest Day"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Lots of feels and angst here...don't hate me for this one 😅😁

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《 Chapter 40

》 Chapter 42

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Explanation: Kimber learns from Jesse about the darkest time for the 501st and a lost Clone she never knew.

Kimber knelt on the ground on one knee, sweat dripping from her face and down her neck, breathing heavily and gasping for air. Her body was aching something fierce; her arms and legs felt like jelly. Her training over the last three weeks had been getting harder and harder, just as Jesse had promised. He had been working her to the bone. She never realized just how hard certain Clone soldiers trained, especially ARC Troopers. She was doing a lot of weight lifting to build up her strength, training courses to increase her endurance and speed, weapons training and acrobatics training. Unfortunately, there had been a couple incidents in her training where she’d gotten injured; a broken leg as well as a broken arm, so she had to spend a couple days in a bacta tank to heal those injuries before continuing.

At the present, she had been going through some hand to hand combat with Jesse and he was giving her quite the beating. They’d been sparring for some time now and he just kept beating her over and over again.

“You’re getting better, Kimber,” Jesse commented, coming up beside her and offering her a canteen of water.

She took the canteen, downed a swig of water and then replied as she handed it back, “I’m guessing the Bad Batch boys must have been taking it easy on me because our training was never this hard.” 

“Though, it was also Hunter who had been training me, so that would make a lot of sense,” she thought to herself.

“That is a possibility,” he said back. “Now, come on. Let’s go again.”

With a huff, Kimber got back up to her feet and brought her hands up to a ready position as Jesse did the same. 

“Start with blocking and then come at me,” he told her.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

A second later, he lunged forward with a strike and their next match began. Kimber easily blocked Jesse’s first three strikes and then ducked when he threw a haymaker at her. While she was crouched down, she aimed a punch at his abdomen, but he reached down and grabbed her wrist. She brought her other arm down on his, breaking his hold on her wrist and then, while he was wide open, kicked him square in the chest and made him stagger backwards. While he was off balance, she pushed on his shoulder and swung herself up onto his back, wrapping her arms over his neck and her legs around his torso.

“Fighting dirty, are we?” he questioned aloud as he grasped at her arms. 

“You must forget the squad I belong to,” she replied mischievously through a chuckle.

Kimber held on tight around Jesse’s neck, not allowing him to break free. However, she didn’t anticipate him swiftly moving backwards and slamming her back into a nearby pillar. The blow to her back startled her and made her cry out, her arms around him falling aside and she slid off his back to the ground, dropping to her knees. She was stunned for a second and then, before she could react, he grabbed her wrists, hoisted her back up to her feet and then, to surprise her even more, he pinned her wrists up against the wall up by her head. She let out a startled gasp at this sudden action.

Leaning in closer, Jesse declared with a devious smirk, “The Bad Batch aren’t the only ones who don’t fight fair, darlin’.”

In that moment, her breath caught in her chest as she realized that his body was pressed almost right against hers and their faces were merely inches apart as they stood there staring at each other, both of them breathing heavily from their sparring. No one had ever been this close to her except for Hunter and she was now caught off guard. She could feel her cheeks heating up and flushing. A small flutter of warmth rose up from her stomach to her chest and she could’ve sworn his eyes had flickered down to her lips for a split second before meeting her gaze again. His eyes were a lighter honey brown, almost like Echo’s, and they were watching her with a calm intensity, which she didn’t even think was possible. What was happening?

However, a short moment later, Jesse stepped back, releasing her wrists, and stated, “Well, I think that’s enough training for today.”

As her arms fell to her sides, Kimber released a quiet, heavy breath, given Jesse’s sudden proximity. Having someone so close to her that wasn’t Hunter had caused her whole being to freeze and she had been unsure how to react. It was new and foreign. She hadn’t been expecting that from him and was now flustered…and she was certain Jesse knew it from the small smirk he gave her before turning around and moving back to where he’d set his canteen of water down.

“I’m sure he’s just trying to tease me. That’s what he does,” she thought to herself. 

“Do we need to get you some time in the bacta tank?” he asked her, looking over his shoulder.

She just shook her head. “No, I think I’m okay. I just need to go back to the hotel and lie down for a while.” Then she offered him a friendly smile. “Are you still coming over tonight?”

Flashing a grin of his own, he asked in return, “I haven’t missed a holoshow night yet, have I?”

With a small chuckle, she responded, “No, you have not.”

For the past couple weeks, Kimber and Jesse had been getting together twice a week to watch certain holoshows together. The first time, Jesse had walked her home after some late night training, but they both were still wide awake, so Kimber had invited him to her room to just spend time together and they ended up watching a show. They’d enjoyed their time enough that they started making it a tradition. They liked getting to know each other and just indulging in holoshows together, especially since neither of them had ever had the time before to do such things. It was a good, relaxing pastime between two friends.

“Well, I’m going to head to my hotel and get some rest in. I’ll see you tonight, Jesse,” Kimber said to him, giving him a farewell wave.

“See you then, Kimber. I’ll bring the food this time,” Jesse replied with a wave himself.

She scoffed playfully and said back, “You’d better. It’s your turn anyway.”

With a laugh and a shake of her head, Kimber made her way out of the training room, ready to get back to her hotel and relax for a while after another intense training session with Jesse.

It was a few hours later that Jesse showed up with some takeout food for the two of them to partake of for the night. They got settled on the sofa of Kimber’s room, Jesse removed just the top half of his armor to get more comfortable, Kimber turned on the holoprojector and the show they were expecting to watch came on just as it was starting. They ate their food quickly and loved making comments about certain things in the show, usually things that would make each other laugh. However, after a couple episodes, they both ended up falling asleep on the sofa for a few hours…and that was when things took a different turn for the night.

“No…no…please, don’t! Get back…!”

Kimber woke up to what sounded like Jesse muttering. Her eyes fluttered open and she rubbed them tiredly, having realized she had fallen asleep and the holoprojector was still going, playing a different show this time. She had slept on one end of the sofa and was surprised to see Jesse laying on the other end. Though, he was twitching and mumbling in his sleep. She leaned over to get a better look at him and realized from how fitful he was…he was having a nightmare.

“No…no…he killed them…no!” he called out.

She turned off the projector, reached over and took him by the shoulder. “Jesse? Jesse!” she cried, shaking him to wake him up.

After a moment, Jesse’s eyes burst open and he jolted up to an upright position. It took him a moment to register where he was and that he was awake. When his eyes found Kimber beside him, it seemed to dawn on him for certain that he was back in reality.

“Kimber…I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep. I’m so sorry. In the middle of the shows, too…,” he said to her, clearly trying to play it off as if nothing was wrong at all.

Naturally, she knew he was lying and asked softly, “You have nightmares, too?”

At first, he tried acting like he was confused, but the look she was giving him told him right away that she could see right through him. Then he sighed in defeat, “Yeah…I do. Do you?”

She gave him a somber nod. “Do you want to talk about it? What happened?”

Jesse reached up and rubbed the back of his neck contemplatively, heaving another sigh as he hung his head for a minute. Then he sat back up and proceeded to ask, “Did Rex ever tell you…about Umbara?”

That name didn’t sound familiar to Kimber. “Umbara? No, he didn’t,” she replied.

He let out a very light “hmph”. “That doesn’t surprise me. A lot of us don’t talk about Umbara. It was a dark day for the 501st. A lot of things happened to us…to me, Rex, Kix, Fives….”

“Fives?” she repeated curiously. 

Jesse gave her a puzzled look. "You don’t know about Fives? Echo never told you about him?"

She took a moment to think about it and responded, "No, I can’t recall."

"Well, in order to understand Umbara…you have to know about Fives," he told her. 

Hearing that, she gave him a nod, signaling him to go ahead.

He went ahead and explained, "He was Echo’s best friend. They were in the same squad as cadets and were the only two who survived. They both were recruited into the 501st and later on, after a battle on Kamino, were promoted to ARC Troopers together."

"Fives was another ARC Trooper?" asked Kimber. 

"Yeah and he was a good one. One of the best soldiers in the whole Grand Army of the Republic," he answered with a proud grin. "He and Echo were inseparable. After he thought Echo died at the Citadel, he wasn’t the same for a little while. He was devastated, especially because he watched Echo get caught in that explosion with his own eyes." 

There was a tug on Kimber's heart hearing Jesse talk about Echo's incident at the Citadel, especially hearing how devastated his closest brother and friend had been because of it. That had to have been truly horrible. 

"He was a loyal brother to all of us and that loyalty overshadowed his duty to the Republic on occasion, like what I’m about to tell you about Umbara," Jesse went on. "It was a dark shadow planet that had once been on the side of the Republic, but then had sided with the Separatists, so we in the 501st were sent to retake the planet. Our Jedi General had been sent back here to Coruscant and instead, we got landed with a new Jedi…General Krell."

Jesse spoke Krell's name with a tone of disdain Kimber hadn’t heard from him before. She had a feeling this Jedi he was about to tell her about was someone he didn't like or something bad had happened with him, which was strange since he was a Jedi. From what she knew and understood of the Jedi, they were protectors of the Republic and peacekeepers. She was taken aback by the explanation he then gave her:

"Krell was brash, reckless and had no regard for the lives of his soldiers. He started having us carry out plans that would bring about heavy casualties and sure enough, his plans either proved ineffective or we did lose a lot of men. He didn’t care about us or how many lives were lost. He only cared about results." 

"That’s wrong," she commented. 

"Believe me, we knew that better than anyone," he said back. Then he kept going on with his tale: "Eventually, we took an airbase, but it was Rex’s plan that worked, not Krell’s, and he didn’t even give us so much as a ‘thank you’. Fives then came up with an idea to commandeer some Umbaran ships and take out a supply ship that was giving us some trouble. He, myself and another one of our brothers, Hardcase, went ahead with the idea, despite Krell ordering us not to. Hardcase, unfortunately, lost his life in order to carry out the plan, but we did what we had to do. It was against orders from Krell and he ordered us to be executed without a trial."

Shocked, Kimber cried out, "What? How could he do that?"

Jesse shook his head and sighed as these particular memories of Umbara returned to his mind upon retelling them. "It was simply because he didn’t like his authority being challenged and wanted to make an example of us," he explained. "Though the rest of the squad later realized it was wrong, thanks to Fives, and they stayed our execution. Then…I wasn’t there for what happened next as I was still in the brig with Fives…but I can still see it clearly through the eyes of the others as if I’d seen it with my own." The look in his eyes grew far and distant as if he were lost in another world. There was sadness and pain, which concerned Kimber greatly. 

Reaching up and laying a hand on the back of his shoulder, she asked in a troubled tone, "What happened, Jesse?"

His jaw clenched and his eyes closed momentarily. She was just about to tell him he didn't have to speak of it if it made him uncomfortable, but then he spoke up before she could, "Krell sent Rex and the others out, having gotten word that the Umbarans were mounting an attack and had disguised themselves as Clones with armor from another platoon that had been elsewhere on the planet. The others began the attack...until Rex found one of the bodies and realized it wasn’t an Umbaran, but another Clone."

"What?" she exclaimed, removing her hand.

With an affirming nod, he said, "Rex had realized it too late, but it was the other platoon they were attacking and they had been led to believe the same thing about the 501st. We lost a lot of brothers that day."

Kimber couldn't believe what she was hearing. Surely, that couldn’t be! "Krell lied to them…and made them kill their own brothers?" she questioned in utter shock and horrified disbelief.

His brow furrowed, his hands clenched into fists and, with a grimace, he stated, "He betrayed us."

"But…why? He was a Jedi! I don’t understand."

"He wasn’t a Jedi. It turned out he was trying to get in the good graces of Count Dooku by taking Umbara. That and he hated Clones...so he used us and we paid the price for his deception."

For a moment, Kimber remained silent, her eyes on the ground as she processed what Jesse had just revealed to her. It was so much and she could tell from Jesse that there was a great deal of pain; wounds that ran deep from such a terrible act of betrayal. 

Then she asked hesitantly, "So…what happened after that?"

He hung his head for a second, his eyes staring distantly at the ground. "He tried to kill all of us, but we were able to incapacitate him and arrest him. However, more Umbarans were coming for the airbase and Fives realized if Krell escaped in the attack, he would tell them all of the Republic’s secrets. We knew we had to protect the Republic, so in the end…Krell was executed and we took Umbara."

It at least relieved her that the mission on Umbara had still proven successful, despite everything. "That’s what your nightmares are about: the terrible things that happened there," she observed aloud.

He nodded solemnly. "Even though in the end, our mission was a success…it didn’t leave us without scars," he told her, his voice slightly trembling. "I see Krell chasing after me with his lightsabers, I hear his sinister laughter in my head as my brothers get cut down around me. I see Clones killing other Clones. I just…can’t escape it."

Hearing all this; flashes of a past that couldn't be escaped sounded all too familiar to Kimber. "I can’t escape my past either. My nights are haunted by nightmares, too," she confided to him, hoping to offer him some form of solace. "I was a slave to the Tuskens on Tatooine and that was where the Bad Batch found me. For the longest time, I had nightmares about my enslavement and being taken by them again."

He lifted his head to look at her, sad realization in his eyes at hearing her revelation. "I am so sorry," he said softly. 

In response, she went on rather casually, "I haven’t had those ones specifically in a while, but the bad dreams still persist. They just change now from time to time. I’ve dreamt of being abandoned, losing my squad, seeing them dying…or them thinking I betrayed them and not wanting me to come back." She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head slightly as she mentioned the last one, remembering her most recent nightmares.

When she looked back at Jesse, he reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle yet firm grasp and he tried giving her a small smile of reassurance. Once again, she froze up just a little at the contact from him. Yet she didn't pull away. It did indeed feel comforting to have that physical touch from someone again. Her fingers slowly curled up around his, clasping them back. His hand was warm and his skin was mostly soft with some calloused spots here and there, naturally. Her gaze met his momentarily and she realized he wasn't looking away from her. His eyes were looking at her intently, as if locked onto her with a purpose she couldn't figure out…and she wasn't looking away from him either. 

Catching herself in the moment, Kimber awkwardly cleared her throat, averted her gaze to the floor and carefully pulled her hand away. Jesse too came back to himself and shifted his gaze away, pulling his hand back onto his lap. 

To break the silence and move the conversation along, Kimber then asked a question that was now on her mind: "Whatever happened to Fives?"

He knew that question was coming eventually and let out a heavy, emotional sigh. "Sadly…he was killed not very long ago. I don’t know the whole story, but he was being charged with trying to assassinate the Chancellor. I didn’t believe it for a second, but…strange things had been happening before that."

"Strange how?" she inquired.  

"One of our other brothers, Tup, had killed a Jedi without warning during a mission on Ringo Vinda and none of us knew why," he explained. "Kix believed he had just…snapped…but I don’t know if I believe that. What happened to Fives was also strange; nothing seemed to add up and I just…don’t know what to think."

"Does Echo know what happened to him?" she then asked.

Jesse gave a shrug. "I would imagine Rex told him after we rescued him, but I can’t say for sure. I hope he did, anyway." He looked down contemplatively at his hands in his lap. "Fives was a good friend and a good brother. It’s because of him that I’m still alive. He really was the best of us. I just wish he could’ve been here when they found Echo. He should’ve been there." Then he glanced at Kimber and smiled at her. "I wish he could’ve met you, too. I think he would’ve liked you a lot."

That made Kimber smile gratefully. "I’m sure I could say the same about him. Fives sounds like he was a wonderful man," she stated.

He grinned again. "He was. There was no one better than him…well, apart from Rex and myself, of course."

Kimber smirked and rolled her eyes at his statement before giving him a light shove in the arm and commenting, "Your humility continues to astound me, Jesse."

With a chuckle, he replied "I know. Sometimes I astound myself."

She shook her head at him, amused, and laughed which made him snicker more in turn. When their laughter died down, they shared a soft glance between them before Kimber leaned forward and embraced Jesse, hugging him tightly around his neck, and catching him a little off guard for a second before he hugged her back.

"I can’t believe you boys had to endure all of that," she said sorrowfully. "I can’t even fathom the horror you all must have felt at the things Krell had done simply because you didn’t agree with him." She pulled back, releasing her hold on him, and a small chuckle escaped her lips. "Imagine if he had met the Bad Batch. Oh, he would have hated them."

Jesse gave a nod in agreement. "Definitely and they would’ve certainly hated him, too. They probably would’ve killed him long before we did."

The two of them laughed once again. It felt good to have a brief moment where their fears, nightmares and bad memories were forgotten and they could focus on something better. 

As they calmed down, she asked him, laying a hand on his arm, "Are you going to be okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I will be. I should probably get back to the barracks." With that, he stood up, grabbing the armor that he had removed and putting it back on.

"Is it safe for you to be wandering this late at night?" she questioned. 

Reassuringly, he said back, "I appreciate your concern, darlin’, but I’m an ARC Trooper. I think I can handle a few thugs who may want to jump me in an alley." 

He picked up his helmet and tucked it under his arm. Seeing that, she got up and walked him to the door of her room.

"All right, then. Thank you for the company, as usual, Jesse," she told him as he walked out. 

The ARC Trooper looked back at her and stopped just outside the doorway. "Anytime, Kimber. Sleep well, if you can, okay?"

"As long as you do, too."

Jesse nodded and, to her shock, leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. Her eyes widened in astonishment and her heart jumped up to her throat in the moment. When he came back, he gave her perhaps the sweetest smile he'd ever shown her, a merry twinkle in his eyes, before turning and walking away, leaving her alone by the door to her hotel room. 

Kimber quickly closed the door, turned and leaned her back against the door, breathing slowly as she took in what had happened. Her hand came up to her cheek, her fingertips gingerly touching the skin Jesse's lips had just touched. Had it been just a friendly kiss…or did it mean something more? If it did…then she was in trouble. 

"Oh blast…this isn't good."

Elsewhere on Coruscant, Jesse was walking briskly back to the Clone barracks. His mind kept wandering back to the kiss he gave Kimber before he had left. That wasn't something he had planned on doing at all…it had just happened. Kimber's radiant smile just sparked sweet joy inside him and he just couldn't help it. He liked his time with her, both in training and out of it. She was amazing in many ways. He admired her and her talents as well as her spirit and compassion. 

However, as these thoughts came to him, he inwardly chided himself. What was he thinking? She wasn't going to be around forever. She had the Bad Batch; they were her squad and she was going to go back to them, most likely in the near future. What was he doing letting himself get so close to this woman this way? He had to pull himself together or else it was going to hurt when she left.

Though, in all honesty…he feared it was already too late. 

His thoughts were broken as he approached the outside of the barracks and found Captain Rex outside, waiting for him underneath a light fixture so he could be seen.

"Where have you been, Jesse?" Rex asked him as he walked up to him. 

He simply answered, "I was with Kimber."

Rex raised his eyebrows questioningly at him. 

"What? Nothing happened," Jesse replied. "I went over to the hotel after our training and we were just spending time together when we both fell asleep on the sofa watching a holoshow."

The Captain's face softened in understanding, but then he took a step closer and told Jesse, "You need to be careful, brother. There’s nothing wrong with you two being friends, but don’t get too attached to her. Remember, she’s not going to be here forever. She has a squad to go back to."

It was almost as if Rex could've read Jesse's mind as he came over there, given he had just been thinking those very things. "I am painfully aware of that, Rex," he replied. 

Hearing those words, Rex heaved a knowing sigh. "It’s too late, isn’t it? You’re already fond of her," he stated.

It was moments like this that Jesse almost hated how well Rex knew him. He was that obvious to the Captain, apparently. "Believe me, I tried not to be…," he told him, "...but she’s just an amazing woman. It didn’t take me very long to fail."

"You need to take a step back, Jesse, or it’s only going to hurt more when she does have to return to her squad," Rex warned him. 

Jesse was starting to feel irritated, hearing Rex telling him to back off like it was that simple. "It’s not as easy for some of us to not get attached to people," he spat back as he attempted to walk past his Captain.

However, Rex took him by the shoulder and halted him. "You think it’s easy for me?" he questioned, his voice quiet but still harsh. "I’ve lost many brothers during this war and, despite my best efforts, I too got attached to some of them. I lost Hardcase, Tup and Fives the same as you." He released Jesse and stepped back, a brokenhearted look in his eyes. "Fives was shot in front of me and died in my arms, remember? Their losses have impacted me more than you know."

Jesse's throat tightened at seeing Rex being remotely emotional like this. It wasn't like him…but there was no denying the pain in Rex's eyes as he recalled the moment of Fives' death. While Jesse hadn't been there, he knew the story from Rex and he knew the sorrow Rex went through in losing Fives. Rex knew the hurt of losing people more than anyone and Jesse felt guilty for saying what he did.

"I’m sorry, Rex," he said to him.

Rex seemed to hold no grudge against him as he simply stated back, "It’s the price of war…but that doesn’t always mean the pain hurts any less when you lose someone to death or otherwise." His expression softened again as he looked intently at Jesse. "I’m just trying to spare you any semblance of pain when Kimber returns to Clone Force 99 and you don’t know when or if you’ll see her again."

Gratefully, Jesse went up to him, laid a hand on Rex's shoulder and told him, "I appreciate you looking out for me." Then he turned on his heel and walked towards the barracks, now with a lot on his mind to think about. 

Rex stayed in place and watched Jesse walk away, lightly shaking his head. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake in allowing Jesse and Kimber to train together. Though, what went on between them wasn't his call. That was their business and theirs alone.

[jay4firefic]

42 bby

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

yes I stole everyone's favorite st*ll*r*de line for this fic because Buck needs to hear that at least once in his life, okay? (*** because i don't want tumblr to be rude and put this in their tag)

“Come to bed,” Kelly commands, the only warning before he leans over the arm of the couch and plants an upside-down kiss on Buck’s lips.

“Can’t, gotta study for the certification exam,” Buck whacks gently at Kelly with the notebook in his hands until he retreats, though he doesn’t go far. “You’re blocking my light.”

“C’mon, you’ve got this. Come to bed,” he repeats, shifting so that his shadow falls across Buck’s face and makes it impossible to read in the dim light. Infuriating bastard.

“I do not have this,” Buck huffs and tosses the notebook onto the coffee table.

Before he can sit up, Kelly ducks down and steals another kiss. For thirty seconds Buck forgets to be annoyed, and then Kelly’s lips are gone and his panic about the test surges back. “I do not have this at all, actually. I keep telling you I’m not as smart as you think I am.”

“Hmm,” Kelly steals another kiss. “Maybe you’re right,” another, open-mouthed and messy thanks to Buck’s shocked expression. Kelly laughs against his cheek when they break apart. “You’re probably smarter than I think. I’ve got no idea what goes on in that big brain half the time, and I sure as hell can’t keep up.”

“Kelly,” Buck whines. He can feel the blush flaring on his cheeks and spreading rapidly downwards as his sweet, stupid, gorgeous, liar of a boyfriend kisses him over and over until he can’t help tipping his face up and parting his lips to meet Kelly halfway. This is, of course, exactly when Kelly stops kissing him.

“You’ve got this, Evan Buckley,” Kelly murmurs, minty-fresh breath hot on Buck’s cheek and eyes glittering brightly from less than six inches away. He sounds so sure of himself that Buck believes him in the space between heartbeats. “So come to bed.”

[yandere-sins]

uh hey! for the supernatural prompts, could I get 2 and/or 42 with Nagito as a drider (or maybe a naga if you'd prefer)? i hope you don't mind since you just got a request for him 😓

Nagito is a popular character, no worries about requesting him if you want to see more of him! ^^ Enjoy!

“Don’t be scared.”  &   “I can smell you~”  

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You didn’t consider stopping to run, but when your foot got caught in something on the ground, you couldn’t hold your balance, falling to your knees. It was still too dark to see, though you knew the exit must have been just ahead, a couple minutes more and you’d have run out of this tunnel.

What a stupid idea to make a bet on how long you and your friends could explore this cave. There had been a reason your elders told you not to go there and stay away very far from it. But you and your friends, you didn’t listen. Stupid as you had been, you had gone deeper and deeper, even when the ceiling started to be covered in spider webs and cocoons hung around. ‘Cool’ that’s what your friends had called it, smashing one of them as if it was a game.

But actually, it turned out to be a fatal mistake.

Frantically, you pulled at your foot, trying to get back on track and start running again. You felt like the more you struggled to fight the thing you were stuck on, the less it let go of you. But you had no time to wonder what it could be, hearing a skittering sound behind you, instantly making you more frantic and panicked, remembering again that you were followed by... something.

The only wish you had was that you still had your lighter, something to defend you against whatever monster lurked in the shadows, and of course: Light for yourself. It was tough, knowing your friends didn’t make it, but it was tougher being the last one and not even seeing the monster chasing you.

“I can smell you ~”

The voice was so melodic, even when it echoed through the tunnel. A soft laugh followed it, clearly amused, yet you had nothing to laugh about yourself. “Look who’s got themselves caught up in a piece of web. You need a hand?”

Fatal for you, the echo made it seem as if the sound came from all directions, and you were unable to pinpoint it. “G-Go away!” you screamed, in hopes of fending off whatever beast was trying to approach you. “Oh, so desperate, are we?”

To your surprise, you heard the clinking as someone tried to start up a lighter, seeing some faint sparks just inches away from you. You pulled your head away just in time before it lit up, which surely would have burned your nose, had you stayed where you were. The hand holding the light looked human enough, but it wasn’t strong enough to illuminate much around it.

“Don’t be scared,” the voice hushed as suddenly a face appeared in the shine of the fire, and you jumped out of fright, your heart beating heavily in your chest. It was hard to distinguish what the person was, aside from the fact that to you, they looked weirdly pretty. Ashen hair, soft-colored eyes. Nothing full, nothing half, ethereal.

But in their eyes was a gleam of hellish madness, and you immediately caught it even when they smiled at you.

The thing moved, eyes shifting to your foot. You heard a sound that was too full, too inhuman just to be a normal body moving. There must be something big beyond the face you could see, something that would have changed your views forever.

“Your friends were gone so quickly, but I was so happy about your all's visit.”

The mouth formed these words, yet, you couldn’t believe them. Lowering the light, the face disappeared in the endless darkness again and revealed your foot instead, covered entirely in thick, white strands of web. Moving your toes, there was so much collected, you didn’t even see the movement anymore, and you had to admit you probably wouldn’t get out again with just pulling and tearing on the material.

“G-Get it off...” you stuttered, tempted to reach for it, but too scared it might get stuck more. “Hm?” you heard in response, urging you to speak up.

“Get it off... please.”

You needed a whole lot of effort to admit it again and be nice about it, a tiny bit of your heart wanting to believe that nothing wrong was going on after all. But that belief faded quickly as you saw the person’s hand lower itself on top of the white, it being the first time you saw their grotesque long fingers with the sharp nails.

“It’s despairing, isn’t it? Caught in the net, wiggling but never getting free again.”

It was impossible for you to look up in the darkness where the face should be, too afraid of what you might end up seeing. “And you were so nice too, the only one not disturbing my little helper’s sleep... But here you are, caught like a fly in the spider's web.”

Instinctively, you reacted, your hand lashing forward, trying to reach the flame that was so close to your foot. With it, you surely could free yourself, even if you had to burn down the whole rest of this monster den. But you were too slow, the light suddenly going out, and you heard the clinking of the lighter as it landed somewhere on the ground. Only the darkness remained and the ever so oppressive presence of the being with you.

“I know what your folks say. That there’s a monster in the cave. A beast out there to hurt you, but I never do!”

“M-My family will search for me, all of us!”

“Oh, I am sure they will.” It snickered, and you felt two large hands creep up the sides of your body, slowly but surely lifting you into the air. “Can you imagine... so much despair when they see their children hung to the wall by a thread, it’s--” There was a pleased sound, the smacking of hungry lips.

“Delicious isn’t it.”

Something fiddled around with your foot when you suddenly heard the strings snap, and you could move your leg around as you pleased again. Immediately you began to struggle, but the grip was holding you so tightly and stiff in your back, you had a hard time moving. “What- What are you?!” you screamed at it - pretty sure, right into its face.

“I? I guess I am the monster of this cave. Normally, I am just Nagito, but you wouldn’t actually call me that, right, little human?”

You felt the thing move, too evenly, not like it was standing on two legs, and slowly, your mind began piecing the things you had seen together: the spiders, the webs, the movements. Even if you denied yourself naming the creature in front of you, you knew what it was, and the thought alone made you nauseous. Quickly, you shook your head, hoping to forget again.

“You’re so cute,” it snickered, obviously, with better senses than you, having no problem navigating the dark. “I should make you another snack, but you could say your friends served me a feast... No, I think, I’d like to keep you around for a while, what do you say?”

“N-No--”

“Yes, it will be so beautiful when you see your family again when they try to get you. So much hope sparking in you, turning into despair when you feel my weight on the web I will spin just for you. I already adore you so much, just thinking about your expression is making me tingle~”

It was hard, believing your ears, listening to these words that barely made sense to you. But there was no sense in Nagito’s doings and no good ideas in his head as it seemed. When he finally broke through the darkness, you had to pinch your eyes closed, the cave filled with peaceful sunlight. You regretted having to open them, but hearing the skittering around you, paired with the pleased hum from the monster’s lips, there was no peace in keeping your eyes shut.

More fear filled your mind as you saw the enormous spider body, attached to the torso of a man, grinning from ear to ear as he held you up in the sky. “Welcome home~” he cooed, and you again tried to shake yourself free when he simply let go of you. You expected to fall, to land right on your face, but instead, something stuck to your body like pitch, and you were quick to notice it wasn’t only on your body, but also in your hair, clothes, everywhere!

As if perched in your own grave, you were put on top of a white shimmering, absurdly large web. Around you, spiders covered the walls, moving around, working their own nets, while you flinched noticeably, as a large spider leg set down on the string next to your head. Looking forward again, you stared directly into the monster’s face, looking almost infatuated at your form laid to a sticky rest. The two inhuman hands came up to cup your cheeks, caressing them tenderly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you until the day comes!” he promised you, and you wanted to shake your head, but it was stuck on the web, so you could only complain loudly. But when you opened your mouth, only a fearful, quaking sound escaped you, your body shaking from fear, which only seemed to please the spider king more.

“Remember to keep still; otherwise you really will be just like the fly in the spiderweb, and I’d hate to have to cut you out of the home that I opened so willingly to you, you understand?” You could only stare in horror as Nagito grinned even wider, nodding knowingly. “Ah, I really don’t mind if you start screaming, though.”

“After all, the noise will only attract more people, Darling ~”

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multiples of 6 - for whoever you think has the best answer including youuuu (you can skip those you don't like xD)

// alright so *cracks knuckles* *puts on accountant hat* *takes out calculator* in 100, the largest multiple of 6 is 96, which has 16 6′s in it. i have 18 muses, but 4 of them are exclusive, so i can stick to the 14 non-exclusive muses and have 2 questions to spare, which i can answer myself

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6: do you keep plants? 

“I do. I live alone, so the flat feels dead sometimes. Plants help me feel like I don’t live alone. I do like isolation, but that’s only to a certain extent. Plants are living beings you have to take care of, and they’re a sight for sore eyes, too. I especially like them in the kitchen. When I wake up to make breakfast, the sun is at an angle that pours gold into my kitchen window, and the specific shade of green of their leaves is absolutely gorgeous. I also have a group of small pots to plant thyme and rosemary and such. I could just buy them fresh, but picking your spices yourself every now and again just...engulfs the senses.”

12: what's your favorite planet? 

“When Malik asked me this question and I told him Uranus, he laughed at me for ten minutes straight. At first, he laughed for a few seconds because he thought I was making a joke, but when I told him I was serious, he laughed for the rest of the ten. I really wish scientists just let Uranus be called Ouranos. Did they really not consider that sometime in the future, a girl would tell someone that her favourte planet was your-anus and get laughed at? Rude. But anyway, Uranus is my favourite planet...literally just because it’s pretty. Blue is my favourite colour. Also, it’s the only planet that spins on its side, which was what made me decide that it was more worthy of being my favourite planet than Neptune. Neptune just goes with the flow. Lame, right? Uranus is not like other planets. It’s different. It stays home and eats chicken nuggets instead of going to parties. Also, it was the only planet named after a Greek god instead of a Roman one, and when I found that out, I was like finally, and I just made it my favourite planet.”

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

“I live with my cousins, alright? They own a pub. So, basically, we live upstairs, and the pub is downstairs and open until late. My cousins don’t have a problem with this because they set their won work hours and wake and sleep as they please and all, but I have to attend work with the local herbalist sometimes because she trains me. So, one night, the pub was open well after the usual closing time because some man was getting married in a few days and wanted to celebrate with his friends. I’m not the kind of person to tell people how to live their lives and how late to go to bed, but I was irritated and went downstairs to ask my cousin when this would be over. You know, just so I could get a good idea of when I’ll finally be able to sleep. When I got there, the man to be married was flirting with the barmaid. I would have ignored it, but she looked terribly uncomfortable. I told him off first, and it didn’t work-- obviously. So I went back to my room and gathered some leftover poison ivy powder. I went back downstairs, flirted with him, and unbuckled his belt in front of all his friends. They ooh’ed and ahh’ed because they’re idiots, then I tugged on the back of his waistband and left him with poison ivy all over his arse. I waited until his face twisted and he started drunkenly panicking, then I left. That man didn’t know I’m related to the owners since my cousins are white and all, so there was no harm done to the pub’s reputation, but my cousins and the pub workers -- even the barmaid -- now keep asking me not to hide poison ivy in their pants whenever I look even mildly disapproving.”

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

“I’d trust Alan with every one of my secrets. Except if I do something that isn’t actually worrying but I think might worry him anyway. Because he’s a worrier. That’s not technically a secret.”

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

“Look, I think everyone has been truly scared. There’s always a moment in their life that really scares them, and just because it isn’t as scared as they can psychologically be doesn’t mean it wasn’t true scared. So yes, I have been truly scared. The most scared I’ve ever been was, obviously enough, when I got the phone call from my mother about Joseph.”

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

“Branches. They’re upbeat but at the same time make me feel calm and relaxed, which is thankfully my mood in general.”

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

“My favourite coffee shop is a block down from my work. I rarely take work there, usually just buy a coffee and leave or stay for a while and lounge. It’s my favourite because they make the coffee taste how it smells. If coffee doesn’t taste the way it smells, you might as well be drinking mud water. They practically have walls instead of windows, and there’s this terrace on the second floor. It gives you a good view of the street. Looks best in the morning because there’s a park just a street away and people everywhere. The coffee shop itself -- the interior, I mean -- is just clean and tidy. Their seats are comfortable but don’t look like something a wannabe hippie would own. They like their plants in moderation. Their tables are glass, not metal or wood. They don’t have puns or cheesy quotes anywhere. I like that.”

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

“My biggest fear was that a dragon would kidnap my mom and hide her in a tower. I thought and still think that my mom is so pretty! So I figured that if a dragon was going to kidnap someone, it would be my mom. I don’t have that fear now, but I’m...well, I’m really afraid of Jace dying.”

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

“Jenny and Dean last father’s day. Their dad’s already been dead for about a year at that point, but...hell, it’s their dad. I probably looked really sad, too, and he wasn’t even my biological dad.”

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

“I do like poetry. Not big on the older stuff, mostly because of the language barrier. The modern stuff is easier to understand. I actually prefer confessional poetry because it’s like looking into the dark corners of someone’s mind, and not in this romanticised way. Not for me, at least. This certain kind makes me feel seen because when someone shares their experiences from behind their own eyes, in their own shoes, they experience emotions and thoughts that are so raw and human that I feel less alone reading them. I haven’t read that much, to be honest, so I don’t have favourites. I’ve only read the more popular ones that have been coming out in the past decade, so I think picking a favourite is unfair because my pool is so small.”

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? 

“I don’t know. I’ve never worn a flower crown, but I suppose that if I were given one, I’d like for it to have a good amount of leaves along with the flowers. Green is my favourite colour. The flowers can be anything, but I think open ones look better. Maybe daisies-- they sound perfect. Yellows and pinks and reds would be welcome, too, as long as there’s a good amount of white daisies.”

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

“I would not say I forget easily, but I note everything down, just in case. Some things are too important to get wrong, while others just cause avoidable inconvenience. It helps me organise my time and prioritise, too, so I just opt for making notes.”

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

“Fanclub! They’re very cute. I only saw them in that movie called Despicable Me. Most of the time, Ivan and I aren’t allowed to use the TV, but it was on one of the days we were allowed, so we watched it. I liked it a lot. The minions are so full of energy and happy and stuff.”

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

“Ooooh, yes!! I’m gonna get a bunch of tattoos! They won’t be anything fancy, though. Just some stars and smiley faces here and there. They’ll all be in colour. Nothing black or white. There’s probably gonna be some small dinosaurs. And music notes. Oh, and rocket ships! I’ll just get a tattoo every time I think of something. They’ll be small. Like, and inch or something, so there’s plenty of room!”

90: talk about one of your favorite cities.

“Paris is my favourite city. The thing about it is...it loves you. That’s how I can describe it. It’s a very old city, okay? A lot of shit went down in it. There were wars and revolutions and all that. I admit that I don’t know much about the historical details because I sucked ass in history class, but I just feel like Paris was founded on fighting, and people fight for their rights and the things they love. So...I think that every building in Paris was made with love and built with a purpose. I don’t like New York because I feel like it just wants to eat you. Paris loves you. I’m very appreciative of that, and I’m appreciative of the buildings most of all. Especially the old ones are gorgeous. I try to incorporate as much of Paris into my architecture models as I could.”

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

“Not really quickly. If I just got on my computer and it tells me it needs to update, I wait until I’m done with my task before I update it. Otherwise, it’ll keep bothering me about it, so I just like to get it over with. Similar thing with my phone. I postpone the update until bedtime then let it update while I sleep. No need to let it disturb the flow of my day, you know? But I’m still gonna do it. I’m not a big procrastinator.”

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