#dont ask me what prompted this thought because i dont know either

[active-mind-15]

Just realized that Bokushi being Oreshi's protector means that he would be the type of person to walk up to the cashier at Maji Burger and say "my brother asked for no pickles"

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[syluslnd]

hii i have a few requests i hope you dont mind 🥺🫶 feel free to pick to do any if they have not been done yet, they are kinda mostly prompts though 😭

sylus with a streamer/gamer s/o. like those fics where the fans go crazy when sylus shows up in the camera out of nowhere or hearing his voice. and sylus just being supportive about their hobby 😞❤️

sylus reaction when they have a cosplayer s/o, especially when they come home every day and they meet a new character daily or every other day 😭🤣

sylus reaction when s/o gets period stains during their date

sylus with s/o who cant cook but not the those exaggerated types where they burn the whole kitchen, they just didnt learn how to cook, but can do the bare minimum of helping like slicing and stuff and very easy recipes (projecting because i can't cook but am helpful 😭)

when you get your period mid date

The evening had started off perfectly. You and Sylus were sitting across from each other in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, your skin-tight dress fitting you like a glove. The low lights, soft music and clinking of glasses around you added to the elegance of the night. Sylus looked especially handsome tonight, his gaze on you steady and smoldering and his signature teasing smile made your heart flutter.

Everything was going smoothly—that is, until you felt that familiar pang low in your abdomen. You froze, hoping it was just nerves. But then, you felt a sinking dread as the sensation intensified. Trying not to panic, you excused yourself, offering Sylus a nervous smile. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Take your time, sweetie” he replied with a slight smirk. “Don’t go missing me too much.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a quick wave before heading to the bathroom. But once you were inside, your worst fear was confirmed: a noticeable stain had appeared on the back of your dress. Panic bubbled up in your chest as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, mortified. This wasn’t just any dress, either; it was a pale color, practically a magnet for accidents.

Not knowing what else to do, you took a shaky breath and pulled out your phone, dialing Sylus’s number with trembling fingers. He picked up on the first ring.

“Miss me already?” His voice was laced with humor, but you could practically hear the smile on his face.

“Sylus” you whispered, cringing at how shaky you sounded. “Can you… um… can you come to the bathroom? I need your help. It’s an emergency.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you hurt, kitten?”

“No! No, not hurt” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just…my period..I’m stained!”

“Got it. Stay right there, I’m coming.” He hung up and you leaned against the counter, waiting anxiously. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel more and more self-conscious. What was taking him so long?

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and there stood Sylus—with a designer shopping bag in his hand. You blinked, trying to process the sight.

“Sylus, what…?” You trailed off, completely baffled.

He smirked, holding up the bag. “What? Did you think I was going to leave my sweetie hanging?” He stepped forward, setting the bag down on the counter. “Got you a new dress. I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen with… you know.” He gestured vaguely, clearly trying to spare you any embarrassment.

Your jaw dropped, both at his thoughtfulness and at the brand-name logo on the bag. “Wait, you actually bought me a new dress? From there?” you asked, pointing out the door, toward the designer store just across the street.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Seemed like the right call. Plus, I got to take my time picking something pretty for you.” His smirk widened. “Had to make sure it’d look perfect on my kitten.”

You let out a small laugh, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, though your cheeks burned at the thought of him going out of his way for this. “Sylus, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you say you’ll wear it and let me get back to showing you off to the rest of the place?” he teased, handing the bag to you.

You reached for it, heart racing as you peeked inside. The dress was stunning, a rich, deep color that would look amazing on you, with a soft fabric that looked comfortable enough to help you feel more at ease.

“Sylus” you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you.”

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “Anything for you, sweetie” he replied, his voice softer, his teasing tone gone for just a moment.

You felt your chest warm and you tried to look away, but he gently turned your face back toward him. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me now” he said, his smirk returning. “It’s cute, though. Didn’t know I could get my girl so flustered.”

You laughed, half-embarrassed and half-touched and stepped back toward the stall to change. “I’ll be right back” you promised, disappearing inside and slipping on the new dress. When you stepped out, you felt a little self-conscious, smoothing the fabric over your hips.

Sylus’s gaze met yours, his eyes lighting up with admiration. “Beautiful” he said simply, letting his gaze linger as if he were committing the sight to memory.

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze but a smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. “Think we can go back and pretend like none of this happened?”

He chuckled, offering his arm with a grin. “Of course, kitten. I’ll even let you hold onto the bag—it’s yours, after all.”

You laughed, taking his arm, feeling a surge of confidence as he led you back to your table. Sylus didn’t just make you feel taken care of; he made you feel cherished, like every little detail about you was worth his time.

And as you settled back into your seat, he gave you a wink. “Next time, just call me sooner. Anything to keep my kitten comfortable, you know?”

You smiled, knowing he meant every word. The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and soft whispers and for the first time, you didn’t feel an ounce of insecurity—you were just glad to have Sylus by your side

[toxic3mmy]

i thought your pregnant y/n x alex was so cute… but what about smut? i feel like alex would worship the hell out of his pregnant girlfriend, ESPECIALLY in bed teeheee XD

prompt: alex and his pregnant girlfriend hcs/smut

warning: smut!!!!

alex would always ask you if you’re comfortable, how you’re feeling, etc

he definitely would constantly cook and make sure your pregnancy cravings are satisfied

he would drive you everywhere, even though he did that since you started dating

he would also open doors for you, clean the house, cook for you, all while he practically forced you to nap

he would want to make sure you are always well rested

he also would give you prenatal vitamins and make a bunch of healthy snacks for you and the baby

he for sure would be completely turned on by the fact that you’re pregnant,

in fact, he would be completely at your service 24/7, especially during sexy time

he also did loads of research on if sex would hurt the baby

but either way, he would be so very gentle and loving to you in bed

i think when it came to sex with his pregnant gf, it’d be something like this;

~

you were more than halfway through your pregnancy. your belly was starting to show a lot more and alex loved it.

you were sitting on your couch, watching some new show you found on netflix. alex finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner and he sat next to you.

“hi love, how are you feeling?”

“my back still hurts from the baby but i’m okay” you said as your boyfriend put his arm around you, lightly rubbing a shoulder

“you’re real tense, here, come and sit in front of me”

you situated yourself in between alex’s legs and relaxed at his touch

he began to rub the muscles on your back, making sure to soothe the tension. you couldn’t help but let out soft moans from his massaging. he smiled and kissed your neck softly

“you’re so beautiful like this” he whispered

you smiled at him and he continued to rub your shoulders. your little whimpers and sighs were making alex rut up against your ass. you felt him harden against you.

“i’ve been a good boy, don’t you think?” he said innocently, running a hand along your belly

“i’ve been,” he kisses your jaw “such a good boy..” then he makes his way to your mouth

“please mami, i promise i’ll take care of you”

your breath was caught in your throat

alex laid you down onto the couch the two of you were sat on and he gently hovered over you

“just let me please you…” he whispered before kissing down your neck and stopping at your breasts

he removed your shirt and bra and stared at you in awe before getting back to work

his tongue drew slow circles around your sensitive nipple while your other was tended to by his soft fingers

you felt yourself getting more and more wet as he switched sides and continued to suck eagerly at your tits

he stopped pawing at your breast and moved his hands to undress your bottom half

you were completely naked and almost sobbing at the loss of contact

alex looked at you as if you were a piece of art, because to him you were

you made grabby hands at him and he chuckled as you pulled him against your lips for a while longer. after he pulled away, he propped your legs up to give him access to your heat

once again, his tongue got to work, swirling and sucking on every little part of your pussy. you felt yourself getting closer and alex knew it too and so he stopped abruptly

he pulled his clothing off and held himself in his hand

“look at what you do to me…” he whimpered as he pulled at himself lazily

he then positioned himself near your entrance, pulling your body closer to him. you both gasped as he slowly entered you

“f-fuck… you feel— mmf” he whimpered as you clenched your gummy wet walls around him

“hey, you dont have to be so gentle, okay? i promise you won’t hurt me” you stopped his movements and looked at him with sincerity in your eyes

“please let me know if we need to stop…” he shakily began to fasten his pace

you were in complete bliss as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you

“right fucking there!” you practically screamed out

he pulled you impossibly closer, holding your hips at an angle and fucked into you. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands instinctively gripped the couch cushions

you quickly shoved him down onto the couch and sat yourself onto his leaking dick

“fuck, this is what got you pregnant in the first place. you’re so sexy y/n” he grunted out, and all you could do was moan out for him to shut the fuck up and go deeper

“deeper? like this, hm? want me to give you another baby?” he was holding your hips, pounding into you relentlessly now

“cum all over me, mami, show me how much you love your good boy” he was begging now and you couldn’t even speak as your climax washed over your entire body

you shook as you came down from your high and got off of alex, kneeling down on the floor before placing his cock on your tongue. you jerked him off expertly and with one more flick of your wrist, he painted your face like a god damn monet

“fuck, y/n.. we’re seriously going to have to consider a vasectomy because i don’t think i’ll ever stop fucking you and i as much as i love kids, i can’t afford a million babies” he laughed, helping you up from the floor

“shut up and run us a bath” you rolled your eyes playfully

“a tus ordenes, princesa” he said with a salute and you smiled, shaking your head

this boy will be the death of you

[vixensbrainrotts]

Committed to you - Manjiro >Mikey< Sano

(part two)

Idea/ prompt: Mikey from the last timeline who wants to propose to us but has no idea how to ask so he ask advices from draken and emma

Vixen's two cents: Hi. I know ive been gone for like 2 weeks, I dont know why but it's been hard writing lately. anyway, thanks a million to @anahryal for giving me this idea whilst I was in the pits of my writers block!!! thanks girl, I can't tell you how much this helped. anyway, REQUESTS ARE OPEN and I advise you to use them! now please enjoy my revival piece!

Mikey has thought every possible thought he could have. He had run through every possible situation, every possible outcome, every possible setting, but damnit why was this so hard? He couldn’t do it. Not for the life of him.

He had browsed millions of travel blogs, pondering about every possible spot on earth to take you for the occasion. He had woken in and out of more jewelry stores in the past month than he had ever in his entire life. He had specifically stood in corner stores, reading the wedding catalogues in the magazine section trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

None of it helped.

Manjiro wanted it so bad. So so very bad. Every white dress he walked by, he envisioned you in it. Every bakery shop he passed, his eyes flitted up and down the fancy display cakes, pondering whether or not it would be good enough. Any time he woke up next to you, every time he joined you in the shower, every time he watched you cook, the urge to sink to one knee overtook him.

He knew he couldn’t make it that simple though. It was too domestic for him, so little of a gesture. He wanted you to know that he loved you, that he would bring you the moon if you wanted it. He needed you to see just how much he appreciates you for sticking with him through everything, and for that he needs a grand gesture.

However it seemed that nothing he could think of was quite big enough, quite meaningful enough, quite heartfelt enough. He was at the end of his wits. For one and a half months- seven weeks he had been fighting this battle alone.

He had made some progress in that time, having picked the ring because when he picked it up he just felt that this was the one. It was a niche store, and he was initially appalled by the average price of the rings, but decided, ah what the fuck? and entered the store for mostly shits and giggles. He was greeted by an expensive looking elderly gentleman who donned a monocle and silk gloves, clearly the clerk, and clearly an expert. He had the longest, most engaging talk with the man, explaining his situation and his frustrations, to which the man nodded understandingly and told of his own story and experience with marigge.

Seven long weeks he had kept it a secret from everyone, and now he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was just about to throw the towel on this whole thing and say fuck it and give up on this whole marriage thing and just accept that he would never make it, when he remembered that he didnt have to be alone in this. Not at all matter of fact. His best friend married his sister after all. If Ken could do it with the pressure of Shinichiro, Izana AND Mikey breathing down his neck, then surely he could do it too, right?

You were out on a girls night with Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha. Emma would have tagged along normally too, but with the addition of a new-born baby, she decided that it would be best to sit out this time. Either way you were out of the house for the night, and Mikey was left to his own devices. You had left him with a kiss and a home-cooked meal (which he felt bad about leaving behind so he completely stuffed himself before coming here) before he gave Ken a quick heads up over the phone that he was coming over with a VERY important problem.

Thats how he found himself here. Standing in the Kitchen of Emma and Ken‘s flat, hands perched on the counter, looking down at the surface, face in a deep frown. „What’s goin on? What’s the problem?“ Ken asks roughly, leaned on the refrigerator as he eyed his friend. Mikey didnt really respond though.

„What problem?“ Emma‘s voice was hushed as she entered through the kitchen door, pulling the door shut behind her, probably for the sake of the baby. „I dont know.“ Ken responded, rubbing his eyebrows „Ask your brother.“ he sighed as he gestured to Mikey who was still staring down the counter.

“Mikey?!” Emma sounded confused and a little concerned as she turned to look at him, eyes flitting between her brother and her husband. “Did you know he was coming over?”

Ken nodded wordlessly. “Said he needs our help about something.” Emma’s head tilted in question but accepted the fact. “What’s up Mikey?” She asked, approaching him and joining Draken at the other side of the counter.

Mikey didn’t say anything though, instead reaching into his pocket and producing a small, black, silk-encased box. He dropped it onto the table and looked up at the couple in desperation. “How do I do it?”

Ken gasped and felt his lips tug into a smile, happy that finally, finally Mikey was wiping you up (he had told him to do so since they were teens).

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a silent scream, beginning to voice up and down on excitement as she realized- her brother was marrying you! She thanked the gods that Mikey fell in love with you because there was no better in-law than her Soulsister.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness Mikey! I’m so happy for you! Can I see? Wow! Oh my god Ken are you seeing this!? He’s proposing! Ah I’m so glad!” Mikey nodded in response and let Emma pick up the box and crack it open, revealing the beautiful white-gold wedding band, encrusted with more diamonds than she could count. Notably, one large diamond sat in the middle of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side.

“Oh.” Emma breathed. “Ken why didn’t you ask Manjiro for help when picking my ring?” Emma sounded slightly offended as she spoke, glaring down at the ring.

“Nah nah, don’t get it twisted girl. You told me what ring you wanted, I didn’t have much picking liberty other than the price.” Ken waved his hands in dismissal, brushing off her accusations with a grin still wide on his face. He made his way over to Mikey and clapped a hand on his shoulder, congratulating him for the occasion.

“Good on you man! Finally givin it the push, hah?” Ken was smiling as he searched for Mikey’s eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What’s up with the long face? You’re about to propose dude, you should be over the moon!”

Mikey sighed and shook his head. “I’ve been trying to propose to her for months. Months Ken. I can’t do it. It’s never right.”

The couple halted their celebrations and turned to look at Mikey again, Emma putting down the dainty box as her looks turns to one of concern. “What do you mean?” She fingered at the box as she leaned across the counter.

“It’s… i don’t know. Ken made it look so easy when he proposed to you, and Pah-chin was even more mindless about it! I really want to. I really do, but every time I get close, I chicken out because I get scared or because something isn’t right, and I’m starting to think that it’s better if I just… don’t.” Mikey sighed and cradled his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the counter.

Emma and Ken shared a look, a wordless exchange of worry and empathy. "What kind of proposal were you thinking of? Big? Small? Public? Private?" Emma started, hand rubbing soothingly across her brother's back.

"Big." Mikey mumbled into his hands, remaining hunched over the counter. "Big and public. I wanna make sure that everyone knows, everyone sees, I want them all to know. want them to know how much I love her."

Emma's eyes softened and she suppressed a smile, because all in all, it was cute. She had always known her brother to be big and strong, undefeatable, and most of all unwaverable. Mikey always put up the strong front when really, he was hurt. Vulnerability wasn't something that she was used to seeing from him, which made this moment all the more special.

"Do you want to go somewhere with her?" Ken steps in and asks, an idea arising. Mikey only grunts, a noise of agreement sounding through the room. "Do you know what kind of places she likes?" Ken continues.

Mikey's head slowly raises from the position on the table and he stares forward at the refrigerator. "Europe."

Emma and Ken looked at one another again, sensing that they were getting somewhere. "Then take her on Vacation. You both have that long shared break coming up, don't you? Travel through Europe and when it feels right, ask!" Ken said.

"How do I know when it feels right, though? What if it's not the moment?" Mikey asks, still not entirely convinced. "You'll know. I promise you, you'll know. I knew too and I didn't think I had the stuff to ever get married." Ken reassures again, and this time the two share eye contact, and it takes Draken a lot not to tear up.

Draken took a moment in his mind to look at Mikey. He had stuck by his side since they were kids, through thick and thin it's always been the two if them against the world. And now as he looked at Manjiro he no longer saw the unmatchable delinquent he saw ten years ago, but rather a distinguished person with complex thoughts and emotions. He saw a man that felt, a man that cared and a man that loved in front of him, and he couldn't be prouder.

Ken nodded at Mikey, and Mikey nodded back at him. "Yeah. She'll love it! Thanks, I'll do that! Gosh I don't know what id do without you two.."

"Oh, please propose to her in front of the Eifel Tower! Or the Coliseum! Or on some romantic Bridge in Venice!" Emma swooned and held her hands over her chest, hearts in her eyes.

Mikey smiled at her and nodded again. "I'll try and film it if I can."

-

The rest of the evening was spent with the three of them checking about a thousand booking sites, mapping travel routes and destinations, and the occasional cacophony of laughter which led to a grumpy Ryuguji-baby. Manjiro couldn't wait to go with you, he thought as he sat on one of the armchairs, gently running a thumb over the silk box that sat pretty in his hand.

[hereforhalstead]

PROMPT LIST!!

Spencer Reid x Reader

*I don’t write smut purely bc I’m too rubbish at that but I will write everything leading up to*

cute/fluff:

1.      “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

2.      “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

3.      “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

4.      “i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

5.      “i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”

6.      “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

7.      “okay, where are all my jumpers?”

8.      “oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

9.      “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10.     “Stop being so cute.”

11.      “I missed being with you like this,”

12.      “You’re the only one I want”

13.      “Pretty boy, with me!” (…) “Oh, I’m pretty boy?”

14.      “Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do this time?”

15.       “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

 Angst/Sad

 1.      “I dont know how to exist in a world without you”

2.      “The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

3.      “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

4.      “i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

5.      “Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

6.      “if i asked you to stay, would you?” 

7.      “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

8.      “I miss the old you.”

9.      “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

10.    “Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

11.    “that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

12.    “fuck you.”

13.     “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

14.     “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” 

15.      “And I never thought I’d be in love with you, yet here we are!”

  Smut

 1.      “I may or may not have left some….marks.”

2.      “I think we were a little too loud last night.”

3.      “You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour”

4.     “bite your lip once more, i dare you”

5.     “I love hearing you moan,”

6.     “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

7.     “Bite me,” “Where?”

8.     “Harder, Deeper…”

9.      “we’re in public, you know”

10.    “either take it off, or I will happily do it for you.”

11.     “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

12.     “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

13.      “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”

14.      “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”

15.       “I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.”

  General

1.      “how much did you drink?”

2.      “i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

3.      “this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

4.      “Aw, look at you trying to be intimidating.”

5.      Baby I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

6.      “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

7.      “Come back to bed. Please.” 

8.      “Are you jealous?”

9.      “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

10.    “You’re a bad liar did you know?” 

11.    “for starters, that’s impossible.”

12.     “(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

13.     “It’s four in the morning, for christ’s sake.”

14.      “What the fuck are you wearing?”

15.      “Remind me to kill you later.”

[introvertedandscared]

i was recently given a writing prompt simply titled 'blue' on an online forum i use, and wanted to try my hand at doing something for it.

i'm actually really proud of it- i dont know if its my best work, it always feels that way after i make something new, but it was really therapeutic to write and hey, practice makes perfect. ill never be any good if i dont work towards it.

this piece is an expression of my gender and identity, told through a narrative perspective. most of these events are either heavily fictionalised or not actual events in my life, and i'm unsure if the main character is actually me or not, but it is heavily related to my personal thoughts, feelings, and history.

its about 959 words, a short read, enjoy! and keep an eye out for more writing on this blog if you liked this ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Blue

My favourite shirt is blue. Not a bright, attention-catching blue, but a soft one. Like blue hydrangeas. That’s not why it’s my favourite—I don’t even like the colour blue all that much—but it’s what everyone notices about it. When my mother comes into my room and asks for the laundry, she’ll point out ‘the blue one that you wear all the time’. When my friends and I are coordinating our Halloween plans, they ask to borrow my blue shirt for their costume. My brother will tell me that my blue shirt has somehow ended up in his closet. I’ve come to think of it more as a title than anything else. My Blue Shirt. All words capitalised, because they are important.

The reason it’s my favourite shirt is because it’s mine. I bought it with my own money—I had a whole 15 bucks I’d earned from babysitting—at the small thrift store on the corner after school on a Tuesday. It had been the first thing I’d picked up off the rack, not even checking the price or size. I had a curfew, and I knew that if I didn’t buy something that afternoon, I never would. I was 12, and the shirt I grabbed was 3 sizes too large, but I didn't care. I wanted it.

I still remember the woman behind the counter that day. She was probably middle-aged. At the time, I was transfixed by strands of her greying hair. She seemed radiant and wise. Untouchable. She was beautiful.

When I laid the shirt out in front of her, she looked directly at me for the first time since I’d entered the store, an amused expression playing across her face.

“You know this is for a man, right?” She asked, taking in my short stature, my girlish pigtails and sport shorts. My t-shirt that had recently started clinging to all the wrong places on me. I hated my clothes; my mother bought them all. She asked me for my opinion, sometimes, but I was only ever given the option to choose between the lesser of two evils. This shirt or that one. Those skirts or these jeans. Lately, I’d just let her take over completely, letting my eyes wander through the aisles while she shopped. No matter what store we were in, my gaze would always land on the men's section. I always let it linger for a second too long.

“It’s… for my brother. Last minute costume change for his, um, dance team. He needs something blue,” I mumbled through my excuse, terrified the woman would question me more, but she’d already started ringing my purchase up. The bubble of hope that had been growing in my chest ever since I’d ridden my bike out of the school gates that afternoon finally burst, into something bright and fiery and right. Something completely new. 

Later, at home, I tried the shirt on in front of my mirror. It reached down to my knees and looked utterly ridiculous, but it also didn’t hug my torso and hips trying to accentuate not yet existent curves. It made my body little more than a formless mass of cloth.

Five minutes after I put it on, my brother walked by my bedroom door. He took one look at me and laughed, and I laughed with him. He said I looked ‘stupid as shit’—words I still found scandalous at that time—and I’d agreed, but once he left I couldn’t bring myself to reach my own eyes in my reflection. I was scared of what I’d see. 

It’s been four years, and I still have that shirt. I’m wearing it now, bent low over the bathroom sink, scissors clutched tightly in my left hand, watching my hair swirl down the drain. I feel bile rising up in my throat at the sight, but it’s not from… disgust or panic. It’s- fear. I am scared to see myself. I am scared to know, because once I do there is no going back. It may not seem like it, but I am not one to dwell on the past. I live in the now. The now where I have just sheared away all of my hair at 3 AM, in the house my great-grandparents built with their own two hands. I wonder if they would be disappointed in me.

I don’t know if my mother will be mad—it’s hard to tell with her—maybe she’ll scold me, or laugh and schedule an appointment to get the mess I’ve made fixed, or maybe she’ll reach out, eyes soft. Maybe she’ll finally see me.

But I need to see myself first. I have been blind for far too long.

I steel myself—taking a sharp, shuddering inhale of air—and look up into the face of the mirror before me. I look up, and it feels like the final piece slots into place. The final piece of a puzzle I’ve been trying to solve for four years. For my whole life. 

The face staring back at me is no longer a reflection but a reality; the burning feeling in the centre of me flaring to life, consuming everything I thought I was.

I press a gentle hand to my chest, pressing down the two masses of fat and connective tissue that have always seemed to burden me more than my peers. I let the folds of blue obscure them until it almost looks as though they are not there. I wish more than anything that they weren’t.

I take myself in, gaze reverent and disbelieving.

My blue shirt is my favourite shirt, because unlike all my others, it fits perfectly. Ever since I first bought it, it has fit perfectly.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Slight rambles about D-Pax but part 4 was genuinely adorable. I really like how it's just constant giggles between them and how D-16 was so shy or how Orion was genuinely so nervous to mess up anything. It just felt very, very sweet. I also liked the one bit where D-16 kissed a part of his neck and that was the final "ah shit" before he broke, which just makes me giggle at D-16 using those sensitive bits to his advantage to tease Orion. Definitely hc that Orion's lil fins are sensitive too and D-16 finds it amusing how it turns Orion into a mess, even if he totally acts like he's all fine.

Okay, okay but an actual prompt, this is more of a standalone idea, but I feel like Orion would actually be quiet during sex. Which is odd, right, dude who is always talking, not loud in sex?? But, but, he's quiet because he wants to listen and focus on D-16's noises, who's definitely a bit noisy. He likes watching his face and listening to his soft moans, soft gasps, he loves it. But D-16 obviously notices and he's a little bummed at not getting to hear all those wonderful noises from Orion. Perhaps even a bit insecure because what if he doesn't feel as good? Well, after eventually straight up asking, Orion's all embarrassed like "well.. I like listening to you, so" and D-16 can't help but snort because that's why he's quiet?? He's making himself be quiet to listen to him? Dork. Now it's D-16's time to make him noisy though, he wants to hear his noises too! It's only fair, of course. And when Orion is being asked, by these lidded soft yet loving eyes from D-16 to not hold his noises back, comes to find he's quite noisy too. Like constant prayers of D-16's name falling from his lips because he doesn't know what else to think other than him and D-16 suddenly very much understands why Orion is quiet to focus on noises

Dear lord I wrote this long, my bad, I get D-Pax thoughts and suddenly I'm really insane 😭

Hey hey dont be sorry! This is great, and I'm so glad you liked it ^-^

I had a really great time writing Dee and Orion's first time. No one is good at sex when they first start out, and they're just awkward, dumb teenagers stumbling through their first time together 🤭 of course they're giggly and goofy and nervous, but that just helps further cement the love, the trust, and intimate boundaries they were denied during the drunken tryst with Sentinel. Dee feels safe with Orion because he knows his bestie would slow down or stop if he asked, and vice versa. I really hope it got across 💖

As for your rambles 👀 I'm so here for Orion trying to be quiet so he can listen and be an attentive partner, but Dee's not going to tolerate that for long, you're right. He makes it his mission to get Orion noisy and moaning because he should enjoy this to the fullest, too. Honestly, all either of them wants is for the other to feel loved and to enjoy themselves 🥰

[everbluekisses]

KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN

YOU!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY QUINCAMO PROMPT IDEAS!!!! EITHER SFW OR NSFW ARE ACCEPTABLE - pwurrz

*SITS IN MY CHAIR, TAKE MY GLASSES OFF* my dear quincamo fairy, what a surprise to see you here. before tumblr, i've never really thought about quincy with yakumo, in a romantic relationship, but i say that i'm surprised how much i ended up myself in the quincamo hole. it happened right after a certain oomf shared very delicious quincy art. and then, the impact, i had a divine revelation through a dream, basically all the headcanons came to me on a platter. the gates of every quincy shipp opened before my eyes, and those are specially self indulgent. so. SELF INDULGENCE WARNING.

thinking about quincy's usual calm demeanor, when i really think about quincamo, i imagine a really hot scene in a scenario where they would have an already established relationship. i don't know, everything about quincamo to me just screams domestic . i imagine them at quincy's house, in a cozy afternoon. quincy would be shirtless of course, don't blame me. his tits are made to be free. AHEM. in this scenario, quincy, with his bare chest, having just woken up, would come to slowly hug yakumo from behind while yakumo is cooking their dinner. something in quincy's sleepy mind just told him to drag yakumo to bed with him again, but he just stays there instead. smelling yakumo’s hair because yeah i think a lot about the scent of yakumo's hair with a little bit of sweat, it would smell so fucking good,. quincy would snuggle his nose until yakumos neck, murmuring in a deep voice something yakumo doesn't understand very well but oh gosh, it would send shivers down his spine. quincy's big, strong arms wrapping around yakumo's slender body, quincy just genuinely likes to hold him. He would even close his eyes, almost falling asleep again, while wrapping yakumo like this. oh, poor yakumo, he would be flushed of course, but feeling quincys hand massaging his waist and hips is so fucking good he just let it happen, and the little kitchen is silent, the only sound is their breath, and for yakumo, his pounding heart. he is embaarassed to realize that this turned him on in a such way- and quincy is just there, almost comletely in the dream world. what i think its specially hot about this scenario is yakumo’s awaked hunger, i can even imagine his face in the exact moment he thinks about quincy fucking him in the kitchen. 

oho i just thought about this some week ago, and i swear i am not a pervert but when i think about yakumo's dominant side, a confident yakumo thinking about put his hands possessively in quincy's tits while he shallows quincy's cock little by little, already taken by his instinctive desire of shallowing quincy and keeping him inside. but you know what, he just stay in fantasies in this scenario. i enjoy so much yakumo's secret little fantasies, i could eat some popcorn while yakumo touches himself thinking about riding quincy with his thick fingers shoving deep into his throat. i know they could just, i dont know, make lazy kitchen sex but they WOULD NOT. for quincy, it's not practical, and yakumo is just, he waits until quincy takes the initiative, HE LIKES IT :> to me they dont scream desesperate messy sexual interactions like other combinations with yakumo, MOST OF THE TIME. never say never because I ALSO think about those special ocasions- oh wait I AM NOT MAKING THIS A PURE HORNY POST LETS TALK ABOUT PROMPTS

Okay so yakumo rimming quincy **GETS SHOT**

S-SSORRY SSSORRY I LIED EVERY SCENARIO I THINK ABOUT THEM IS A PURE HORNY POST YAKUMO IS MY FAV BOI AND QUINCY IS HOT I WANT THEM TO MAKE OUT AND WHAT IF QUINCY NEVER GOT A HOT TONGUE INSIDE HIS ASSHOLE LIKE NEVER NOT EVEN WITH KUYA  AND HIS FIRST TIME IS WITH YAKUMO I WANT DRAMA HAPPENING oh you better be ready for the things i will send in your ask box

[cloudcountry]

EVENT TIME???? c. can i. can i um. so hear me out rfa party but theres mistletoe and um. yoosung. is this a cliche prompt yes but i DONT CARE

also apologies if i read the dates wrong !! i am blind and if im sending this too early then i apologize <333

SUMMARY: You can tell the RFA planned something for you and Yoosung. You're just waiting for him to make a move.

WARNINGS : none!! :D

COMMENTS: mistletoe kisses will ALWAYS be so cute DONT EVEN WORRY

Something is off.

You’re happy the preparations for the RFA party are going well, especially since it’s the last one of the year. A banquet of winter-themed desserts and savory snacks had been set out to the side, along with festival centerpieces on each table.

There had even been mistletoe hung around the room, much to Jaehee’s chagrin—she believed it was too unprofessional, and you were inclined to agree with her. But in this world, majority rules, and with Zen, Yoosung, and Saeyoung wanting to keep the mistletoe up and Jumin abstaining, they stayed.

But that wasn’t the part that was bothering you.

What was bothering you were the probing looks both Zen and Saeyoung had been sending you the whole party, and how Yoosung had been avoiding you entirely.

You weren’t dense. You had a feeling it had something to do with the mistletoe and the crush you’d long suspected he’d harbored for you, but he was still mourning Rika and you didn’t want to seem arrogant by asking him something as bold as that.

And so, you kept it to yourself.

Soon enough, Jaehee goes to get the guests and Jumin follows her. Zen goes to talk to the press, and Saeyoung leaves to go meet the Long Cat meme he asked you to invite. Before you know it, you’re left alone with Yoosung, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find some twisted enjoyment in watching him squirm.

“Hey, uh...would you like to head over and grab some drinks?” Yoosung asks, pink dusting his cheeks as he jabs his thumb towards the banquet table.

Giving him your best winning smile, you nod.

“Sure, Yoosung.” you say, linking your arm with his and allowing him to guide you over.

Once again, you aren’t dense. You can clearly see the mistletoe hanging above the end of the banquet table that has all the drinks, and you don’t miss the shake in Yoosung’s arm either. He shakes even after you’re both standing directly under it, even after he's poured you a drink, and even after you’ve poured his (both of you had insisted—if any of the other members were around you, you’re certain they would have teased Yoosung.)

But you know him. And you know his confession is imminent, and that he will tell you how he feels when he’s ready.

Patience is key.

And that patience pays off when he whispers your name.

Suddenly, it's like the rest of the party disappears, because Yoosung has set down his drink and you’ve set down yours because you know, and he’s slowly taking your hands in his and staring at your intertwined fingers because he can’t look at you.

“Would you like to kiss under the mistletoe?” he asks, eyes finally meeting yours, and on his face you see his bashful, boyish smile.

“Of course. I thought you’d never ask.” you beam, and before he can allow the shock of you reciprocating to get to him, you kiss him right on the mouth, guiding his clumsy lips as they fumble over yours.

Yoosung doesn’t know how to kiss. But he can learn, and he will, because you’ll kiss him every day from now on.

[player1064]

I was watching the Man utd pre season games and while reading about your need of prompts thought about present Jamie finding out about the short but passionate affair Gary and Ruud had in their time and getting jealous while he and Gary have to interview Ruud for some reason and he's like "first Beckham now this guy"

I dont know how i want Gary to act maybe a little clueless? 🤔

ooohhhhhhh anon I am SUCH a sucker for gary/ruud AND for the idea of jamie being jealous over gary/ruud thank yoooouuuuuuuu

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“You’re lookin’ well, Ruud, are you well? I like the glasses, d’you have to wear them all the time now – I’m meant to wear mine but they’re just so annoying, d’you get that too? The perils of getting older, eh? And ooh, how’re you settlin’ back in to Manchester? Have you brought your family over yet or did you want to get everythin’ set up first? Y’should let me take you all out to dinner, welcome you back to the city. The new restaurant at my hotel is unbelievable, I swear, I’m eatin’ there like twice a week.”

Jamie’s trailing along behind Gary and Ruud as they walk towards the main building at Carrington. Ruud had been waiting for them in the car park when they’d arrived and Gary has yet to let him get a word in edgeways, so there’s definitely no hope for Jamie. Instead, he watches as Gary buzzes around excitedly next to Ruud, at Ruud’s fond little smirk as he lets him natter away.

Gary eventually has to pause for breath, and Ruud cuts him off with a soft “Gaz.”

“Oh my God,” he says, his cheeks flushing a light pink, “I’ve been goin’ a hundred miles an hour, haven’t I? Sorry love, just feels like forever since – what, Carra?”

He’s turned back to shoot an annoyed look at Jamie, who’s now trying to keep himself from choking on the piece of gum he’d been chewing before Gary had gone and said –

“Sorry,” he says, coughing into his hand one more time just to be safe, “d’you just call him love?”

Gary sputters a bit, his blush deepening as he struggles to think of an answer, but Ruud just rolls his eyes with a shrug and says “what’s it matter?” He nudges Gary in the shoulder, which seems to bring him back to himself enough to jerk his head around and blink forcefully a few times. “Gaz, what time were we meant to go get mic’ed up? I don’t wanna be late to my first interview as United’s assistant manager.”

*

Jamie is left with too much time to think between getting his makeup done and when they’re actually due to start shooting, so he lets his curiosity get the better of him and gets his phone out to send a text to Scholes.

> So what’s the deal with Gary and Ruud?

Maybe the fact that he has the phone numbers for most of Gary’s little gang of Mancs is a sign that he’s been hanging around him far too much for far too long, but Scholesy’s reply comes quick enough that he doesn’t have to feel weird about it for too long.

>> Fuck off.

He figures he won’t get much cooperation from any of the rest of them either, so he opens up his whatsapp chat with Wayne and writes:

> Gaz and Ruud?

Again, because apparently managing Plymouth Argyle doesn’t require a lot of Wayne’s attention, Jamie gets another instant reply.

>> is gaz simping

Jamie takes a second to google what the hell ‘simping’ means, then he responds:

> Called him ‘love’ – weird, right?

>> cringe but not as bad as when he used to call him sexy >> oooo hi sexy score a goal for me today etc.

Jamie decides that this is more information than he ever needed to know, and turns his phone off before he has to read any more.

*

They sit in the coaches’ lounge area after the interview drinking tea, Jamie sat in an armchair while Gary and Ruud are squashed up next to each other on the one tiny sofa, Ruud’s arm slung across the back of it. Which is fine.

They’re chatting effortlessly, catching each other up on the lives of their old teammates, their families, their training regimes (because it’s Gary, of course he asks Ruud if he’s been working out, he does that with everyone he meets). Jamie may as well not be there for all he’s contributing to the conversation, has taken to scrolling on his phone and silently fuming while Ruud leans into Gary’s space for the millionth time that afternoon to mutter something in his ear, while Gary does that hiccupping little giggle of his, covering his mouth like a schoolgirl.

Ruud’s not even that good looking, Jamie finds himself thinking. He’s just tall.

Gary likes tall, though, a fact of which Jamie is harshly reminded when they go to say goodbye and he has to watch as Gary gets up on his tip-toes so that he can loop his arms ‘round Ruud’s neck in a hug. He blushes and ducks his head away when Ruud kisses him on the cheek, scratches the back of his head awkwardly as he walks past Jamie back towards the car.

They sit in silence for a few minutes as the driver pulls away from the training ground, Gary looking steadfastly out of the window on his side while Jamie stares ahead, trying to work out what he can say that’s light-hearted enough that Gary can brush it off as a joke if he wants but serious enough that he might give him a real answer.

Once they’ve started down the motorway, he settles on: “You this friendly with all your exes, then?”

Gary whips his head around to look at him, panicked eyes. The look is only there for a second, though, before he smirks and says, “sounding very confident there, Carra, for someone talking out of his arse.”

Jamie shrugs it off. “I was just thinkin’ – you were like that with Beckham, too. All giggly and handsy, like. And I thought it was weird, but you are weird about him so I left it alone. But I never thought that Ruud –”

“— it’s not the same. Becks and Ruud, it’s not the same. Don’t say that like it is.”

“But you and Ruud…”

Gary looks down at his hands. “For a bit, yeah. Nothin’ serious to be fair, ‘cause I was – well. You know.”

Jamie reckons he does know, but he’d still like to hear Gary say it.

Fat chance.

“I liked him, though,” Gary adds, fidgeting. “Ruud, I mean. I did like him. It wasn’t just a – I dunno. I did like him.”

There’s a weird feeling in Jamie’s stomach, a kind of burning sensation that’s flaring up as he listens to Gary speak. He has to slip his hands under his own thighs to keep himself from clenching his fists.

“D’you still?” he asks, all casual-like.

Gary looks up from his hands, just sits there staring at him for a long, drawn out moment. Then he blinks and jerks his head and says “nah,” like the thought’s never even crossed his mind. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a tiny smile. “Got other things on my mind these days, don’t I?”

Jamie spends the rest of the car ride trying to work out what the hell that’s supposed to mean.

[fallingforel]

prompt 13 “Where are you going?”

louis angst into fluff, an argument between lou and y/n and one walks out for space, maybe have y/n either phone or go to one of his sisters for comfort (they are close) and they eventually make up?

sorry if that doesn’t make any sense i can’t word well haha

a/n hey my lovely of course I can do I love writing about Lou he's one of the easiest to write for and I love it when people give me means of what they want in the request so On with the show....

warning: mentions of s/a (asking for it, touched up etc.) swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of divorce.

PROMPT 13: "Where are you going?"

words: 2,067 (longest one yet 😅)

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"OH PLEASE Y/N YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT!"

I was currently in an argument with my partner of 12 years 7 of which we had been married, we had gotten together shortly after one direction got together and then married in the january of 2014 though we had been friends long before that as we ran in the same friendship circle in school and I was always mucking about and wreaking havoc with oli and Louis looking for trouble. So as you probably guessed when we argued it certainly wasn't the greatest.

We had just come back from a nice meal which was unfortunately cut short as I had been touched up by one of the older waiters. And I had screamed so Louis dragged me out of there while giving the waitress sultry eyes which as you can imagine didn't end very well in my current state.

"ASKING FOR IT? FUCKING ASKING FOR IT? JUST LIKE I ASKED FOR IT AT 11 YEARS OLD? NOPE? DIDNT THINK SO. AND PLEASE LIKE YOU WOULD'VE NOTICED IF I DIDN'T SCREAM STOP BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY EYE FUCKING THAT WAITRESS."

"EYE FUCKIN- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON HAVE YOU TAKEN DRUGS? THE ONLY PERSON I WAS EYE FUCKING ALL NIGHT WAS YOU PLEASE GET A GRIP Y/N/N"

"DONT! DON'T FUCKING Y/N/N ME CERTAINLY NOT AFTER TONIGHT."

"OH COME OFF IT Y/N. I WAS MERELY GIVING HER SORRY FOR NOT PAYING EYES. IT WAS A HARMLESS THING. BESIDES I'M NOT SURPRISED HE TOUCHED YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT."

"LOOKING LIKE THA- DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE YOU KNOW HOW DEEP THAT SHIT CUTS ME LOUIS. YOU'VE KNOWN ME ALL YOUR LIFE. I just thought you'd never be the one to say it to me."

Is one of the last things I say before walking away from him and grabbing my coat where it lay on the bannister and walked towards the front door.

"WHERE YOU FUCKING GOING NOW"

"OUT! I CAN'T BE AROUND YOU DONT CALL TEXT OR FIND ME I'LL BE FINE BYE"

"YOU CANT JUST WALK OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT, YOU KNOW THATS NOT HOW WE SOLVE THINGS"

"THINK YOU'LL FIND I JUST DID"

"STOP WALKING AWAY COME BACK WE CAN FIX THIS"

"GOODBYE LOUIS"

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I walked and I walked in the rain sobbing until my feet stopped at Lottie's house.

I rang the doorbell waiting for a reply.

and soon enough lottie came strolling to the door with doris on her hip I knew that all the siblings were at hers tonight she had also taken freddie louis' and my son Louis and I weren't there tonight though as it was our anniversary so they completely understood when we said we couldn't be there in the group chat conversation earlier.

"Y/n? what are you doing here? wheres Louis? you're supposed to be out together tonight? you're all wet. Come inside your gonna catch a cold for gods sake" I step inside shaking off everything and wiping my feet whilst replying to her

"Yes it's me. In the flesh and blood. Louis isn't here right now. I'm so scared so scared lots he said things. things I never would have thought to come out his mouth. Where's fred?"

"In the living room settling down with daisy. Come in he's been asking about you." I step foot into the living room and Freddie catches eyes with me and runs up to hug me "hello baby, You okay?" I say dropping down to his height which he nods then asks the inevitable question "why are you crying mummy?" which makes me sob but I hold my tears back for his sake

then Pheobe starts to speak "Freddie come here" he looks at me for permission to go which I nod "You know how auntie lottie was crying earlier and she said that that's what people do sometimes. And that it's healthy and sometimes we need a good cry" to which he nods "well thats what mummy's been doing she'll be okay fred she will"

"come on Y/n lets go into the kitchen, I'll make you a cuppa" Lottie speaks out and I follow. she shuts the door for some privacy because she knew what I was about to say wouldn't be light or good for the children to hear.

"so whats going on? what happened? start from the beginning" "so it started out lovely it really did he took my arm to help me to the car was kissing my hand the whole way there you know just a generally good time. Starters were lovely. But then it got to the mains and the waiter that bought my main out touched me lingering his hand on my arm and I just screamed because I thought it was a moth or something you know. Then I started having a go at the waiter, because like rightfully so there's no need for you to touch me. And then about half way through Louis asks what was going on because he had been in conversation with the waitress for the most part and I just said he fucking touched me. Like proper screamed it lots. and he just said oh. FUCKING OH. and went back to eye fucking and flirty conversation with the waitress and I just grabbed louis while we were leaving left a £20 note on the table and left. and then when we got home he said that I was asking for it and he fucking knows what I went through when I was still speaking to my mum and dad how they would always say I was asking for it when I wore my skirt a bit higher than usual to school. that shit cut me deep lots, so fucking deep.

"mmh, I can imagine he's such a dick honestly I don't even know why he does this some times, he's got a great relationship with a great girl and then he does shit like this to fuck it up. Honestly I'm gonna knock some sense into him when I next see him because how dare he treat you like that, My own sister"

"he's your bio brother, im nothing to you lottie" I say replying back to her.

"bio shmio, come off it y/n you know your my sister I've known you my whole life."

"Oh lottie what would I do without you, your so kind to me"

"come on your the mother of my first nephew, what's not to love he's a great little boy. who has a spectacular mother, You've done so well with Freddie, Y/n. I'm so proud of you and I know mum would be too"

"Oh come on, she's not my mum. What about you, I saw the way you spoke to me at the door acting like a mum already and they're not even here yet"

"SHH, nobody knows yet, not even P&D haven't worked up the courage to tell them, hell even dad for goodness sake. I can't even bare to think what Louis would say."

"We all want another baby to spoil, how is Lewis anyway? Is he here?" "no, no he's gone up to visit his family for the weekend. He's telling them tonight, will you help me tell Phoebs and dais? think I could use your support."

"course I can, come on lottie" I say wrapping an arm around her shoulder before walking back into the living room.

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"What was so important that we had to put the kids to bed"

"well, Lottie has some important news she wants to share with you both. Go on Lots tell em"

"I'm having a baby" Both of the twins squeal and jump into lottie and my arms and pull us both down to the floor

"okay okay girls, enough you gonna hurt the poor little mite before they're even here yet" I say

"shit sorry." they both say

"what happened with Lou then? why did you come over?"

and so I explain the whole thing again to the twins this time.

"shit y/n I'm so sorry, I'm actually gonna kick him right in the balls when I see him he shouldn't have done that to you"

"No you won't he's your brother"

"you're right I won't I'll just give him a right old dirty look" she says making the 'dirty look' face which makes us all burst out in laughter.

"come on lets stick a film on. and have a girls night" I say once we had all stopped laughing

"yeah lets watch magic mike and forget about all our boyfriends" Pheobe said

"husband for me" I interrupted

"boyfriends and husband" Pheobe said correcting her mistake

and we all agreed and stuck the movie on.

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After the movie had finished it was just me up so I switched the T.V off and woke up the girls sending them to their respectful bedrooms for the night making my way upstairs myself to Louis' and my bedroom for where we stayed when we were at lottie's before checking on freddie to make sure he was okay.

I found some old pyjamas of Louis' and I stuck them on and started sobbing again because even though it was a dick move he had pulled tonight I knew he didn't mean it it was just a spur of the moment thing

I turned on my phone before going to bed checking to see if I had any messages which I did

Louis T: come home I miss you I'm sorry I didn't mean it I was so shocked I shouldn't of said it it won't happen again

oli: I heard what happened hope your okay, call him soon? he's been in tears really regretful of what he said. Though I understand if you don't. You can see and hear the guilt though y/n/n

Louis T: Babe you've been gone hours please come back soon I miss you. Hope that argument didn't affect us. Don't want to divorce you but will if it means you're happier. Don't want Fred to go through the same thing I did.

and the last message made me cry so I had to call him

RINNG RIIING RINNG RINNG

"Hello?" Louis' voice rang out through the phone

"hey"

"Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come to you?"

"No Louis stay there at Oli's I'll come see you in the morning. Bring Fred too"

"Do you want a divorce?"

"do I want a div- No course I fucking don't. Who put that idealogy through your dumb little brain lou?"

"The waitress"

"that fucking slag, knew she was up to no good"

"yeah well it's over now isn't it. Where are you?"

"Lots, saw fred as I was coming in he asked why I was crying. Bless him, phoebe gave him the explanation we've been trying to give him for months. One word from his aunts and he obeys them, what are we doing wrong?"

"we're his parents he's trained to not listen to us"

"yeah I know I'm not pissed at your sisters just find it funny, they want to kick your arse by the way. they're mad at you"

"not surprised by the way I treated you told ol what happened he fully on slapped me"

"serves you right"

"I suppose so"

"Yeah oh by the way, Lotties pregnant we're gonna be an auntie and uncle."

"What? How long have you known"

"2 months I was the one that gave her my pregnancy tests because she knew about how I'm off the contraceptive pill and what not so she knew I had some spare made me keep a promise though to keep quiet. She told phoebs and dais tonight though thought it only fair that I tell you but I think she wants to tell you on her own so keep quiet yea?"

"will do my lips are sealed"

after that it went silent for a minute, before I broke the silence

"Lou?"

"hmm?"

"do you maybe want another" I said fiddling with the hem of my-louis'- t-shirt that I was wearing

"another? thought we were already trying though darling?"

"yeah but that was lazy trying I mean like proper try, Like we did with fred"

"yeah, okay babe I think another kid would do us a world of good. Come home?"

"yeah. Come pick me up?"

"be there in five babe"

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end

a/n after that my fingers hurt, so sorry abt the mentions of S/a I dont know what happened.

[differentsublimephantom]

Hey y’all! I thought I should make a post explaining my AU and what’s happened to Ezra/Scribblecop in it, just because why not? So here is a messy timeline of events! This is a weird hodgepodge of info dumping, and fanfiction, so you have been warned.

PS!! This is heavily based on an amazing ((and sadly unfinished)) gcbc fanfic I’ve read, and I would’ve asked the og writer permission to use this storyline in my AU, but they have , since deleted their socials (other than discord), and when I looked them up on discord they had fully disappeared. Here is the fic in question, I encourage that you read it before you read this!

So full credit for the basic plot goes to them, and I’ve made a few tweaks and fleshed out the story more here and there, but I felt I had to give explicit credit to them for the ideas. (and Ezra as a name for scribble cop!)

So. Takos Tuesday has happened. Gc and bc are still recovering, and trying to make amends for the trouble they caused. They are no longer switching using the two faces, instead they now have clip-on sunglasses to switch between GC and bc. Emmet and the other masterbuilders crew have assembled a team of volunteers (including gc and bc) to help rebuild and repair the city!

Emmet has even gotten them out of trouble with the law a bit- giving them a deal that says they won’t have to go to jail, if they get mandated therapy, and 18 or so months of volunteering/service. They still have to go to court, but they both agree it’s better than being arrested. Gc and bc agree happily, and keep going to the volunteer meetings.

(Btw, president business has the same deal given to him. Emmet says it’s in the name of fairness. Baby boy has good intentions, but he is kinda naïve.)

Things are going great! Until they aren’t.

(Btw in my AU president business is an AWFUL person. I know that in canon he has a bit of a redemption arc, and in some rp blogs on here he is not the worst person, but in this universe he feels no real remorse for the things he did. *yet*.)

President business also attends the volunteer meetings, although he is always late by half an hour or more, and doesn’t seem to care. And one day he sits right next to GcBc.

(Okay, another side tangent! In the og fic I was inspired by, gcbc and ez have DID. I do not have DID. So I am very nervous to write a character with DID, because I’d hate to offend someone. That being said, I’m going to face my fears of hurting someone’s feelings, and try my best, so if I get anything horribly wrong IM SO SORRY, PLEASE CORRECT ME.)

At this point in time Ezra has not fully made himself know to gcbc. He didn’t really exist before takos Tuesday (because as I understand it, personalities/alters can sorta just appear after a traumatic enough experience? It’s just that DID can only start in people younger than 9ish?) so gcbc have no idea he’s now sharing a body with them.

Ezra was “created” (or whatever youd call it) by the traumatic event where Gc got his face erased, and essentially got put into a coma.

Because of this, president business is a trigger for Ezra, and when he sees him, he automatically comes to the front/is in control.

But GCBC DONT KNOW THAT YET. So, when business comes into a meeting (late as per usual) and sits down right next to gcbc, Ezra (who everyone thinks is GC btw!!) starts giving him a death glare. This prompts business to start teasing and messing with “GC”, and causes “GC” to lash out verbally back.

Lucy is having none of their sh*t, so she breaks them up, but when the actual GC comes into a meeting the next week, he gets pulled aside and asked by Metalbeard to either grow up and stop messing with business, or leave the meetings, and GC says that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Metalbeard doesn’t believe him, but let’s him off with a harsh warning.

(yeah, I know that sounds harsh, but the masterbuilders are kinda mean at the start, and get a redemption later.).

Time skip because after that nothing seems to happen, business isn’t sitting right next to the cops, so the problem seems to be solved! Gcbc visit their parents, who are recovering in the hospital (pa copp had his leg amputated btw) (inspo for that from this fic.)

Poor GC and bc seem to be disassociating more often, and things seem to be moving around their house that the both swear they didn’t move, but they just brush it off, because they’re both doing too well at the moment to worry about it.

Ezra is, of course, the one moving stuff, and the one who was fighting with business, but after the warning from Metalbeard, he quiets down. The next time he takes over, he finds a journal in their apartment. It’s an old one, before Vitruvius’ prophecy kinda old, and it just has some back-and-fourth messages from GC and bc when they were fronting alone, years before they worked for octan.

He decides to write something in it, and a day later GC and bc find it, and are UNDERSTANDABLY VERY CONFUSED. But they don’t know what else to do, so they just write back.

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“Hello. Is anyone reading this?”

“Yep! who is this??”

Two days later they get a reply:

“I don’t know.”

“Well who is writing this then?”

“I don’t know. Someone.”

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And that was that. They tried to get more of a response, but the mysterious writer stopped replying.

Ezra, I’m reality, was having an existential crisis, (You would to if you didn’t know who you were!), and was very worried when, two days to the court date he found out that they had to appear in court.

Why was he worried? 1. The poor guy doesn’t know why he has to go to court/what he did, 2. Business is going to be there, 3. He’s worried that the mandatory therapist will try to “cure him” by getting rid of him. Ezra is going through it in this fic.

Anyways, one more meeting happens before the court date, and as per usual, business is being an asshat. He decides to cause trouble. One more time he decides to mess with “GC” Ezra, and surprisingly, ez doesn’t react. Doesn’t respond. He’s too busy planning Business’ death.

Not kidding! Ezra tried to kill business. Just like the masterbuilders though, he has his redemption arc too. But for now… Ezra goes to business’ new, much smaller, office, the night before the court date. The old octan tower is mostly dismantled, and in ruins. Slowly being cleaned up, and taken away, piece by piece.

Ezra, pretending to be GC, gets business to come down to the front desk, where he explains to at he’s “tired of being a goody two shoes” and wants to run off with business. He doesn’t though, but business doesn’t know that. So he eagerly says yes.

Cut to the abandoned octan tower. “GC” says he wants to pick some stuff up before they flee the country, and business agrees, foolishly following him inside. Here’s where Ezra’s plan gets a bit.. not thought out on his part (ah yes, phantom, blame it on your characters not your writing!👍🏾)

Once business is inside, Ezra goes up to the buildings controls centre, it’s a very high tech place, so he can just press a button and lock all the doors in the building. No exit means no where to run. He finds an old blaster that still works, and sets fire to a few things with it: the emergency exit, the car they used to get there (through the emergency exits door, before he shoots that), and the controls centre itself.

Business may be a bad guy, but he’s certainly not stupid. He very quickly and correctly deduces what’s going on, and tries desperately to find a way out. (During all this, the masterbuilders have heard that business is apparently missing, and so is gcbc, so they visit the office building, and some other places to try and figure out what’s going on.)

This all culminates in Business disarming Ezra, and shooting him in the left leg. Ezra manages to outrun business long enough to make him temporarily loose his trail, and hides in the relic room. Business finds him, and Ezra admits defeat. Relics all around them, and Ezra backed into the desk at the back wall, sitting on the floor.

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“Just kill me.”

“What?”

“Just kill me! I know you want to, and you know there’s no way out of this anyways, so what’s the point?”

“…”

Business shrugs and picks up the sceptre.

“NO!- NO. Please. Not with that. Not with THAT! Use the blaster!!”

Ezra pleads. Business is in total shock. After all those years of working with GC and bc, business learned a little bit about how they work, and while pondering the situation, something clicks in his mind.

“…I’m… not.. talking to good cop, OR bad cop, right now… am I?”

“Took you long enough.” Ezra spits.

“Well who are you?”

“I’d rather you just kill me.”

“I’d rather know who I’m killing first.”

“….. I’m not fully sure who I am.” Ezra chokes on a stifled sob.

“Well what’s your name?”

“…I wanted it to be “Ezra” but now I’m not so sure about that..”

“Why not?..”

“It means protector.. and I dunno if you’ve noticed, but so far I’ve done a sh*t job o’ that.”

Business chuckles.

“Well, I think Ezra suits you.”

“Thanks.”

Silence. Then Business speaks again.

“This- All of this. It’s my fault isn’t it?”

“No kidding.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay? Why should I care? Am I supposed to forgive you?

“Well… isn’t that how it works?”

Ezra laughs tiredly. This psycho doesn’t even know how an apology works? Yeah, that tracks.

“No! No! That’s- of course that’s not how it works. You think that just because you say a few words, shake a few hands, and “pinkie swear you won’t do it ever again” that’s supposed to make things BETTER?!” Ezra screams. Business doesn’t reply, only snaps his head up to look at him, in response.

“You destroyed hundreds- no, THOUSANDS of lives, FORCED US to kill hundreds of innocent people, put my brother or whoever he is- IN A COMA. And after all that, you just say “sorry”? You are a sociopath. A crazy, irresponsible, cruel, evil, sociopath.”

Business simply stands there for a moment, Taking in Ezra’s words.

“….I’m not gonna kill you y’know.”

“Why not? It’d be better than jail for attempted murder.”

“Well…… you deserve better than this. I’m not killing you.”

“Fine! Let the fire and smoke kill us then.”

“Well we could try and get out of here?”

“Nope, I blocked the exits.”

“A window might work.”

“You shot my leg, I couldn’t land.”

“Well-“

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Masterbuilders to the rescue!!!!!! They finally figured out what was happening, and where they formerly evil pair (trio?) were. One spaceship building sequence later (thanks Benny) and they were off to the hospital for gcbc’s leg and to give business a check up.

On the very awkward ride over, business explained the very little info he had figured out, about Ezra and everything. The builders were confused, but nodded and smiled, thinking that business was talking crazy. Ezra had passed out due to the blood loss.

At the hospital, when gc and bc wake up, they are quite confused. Why was there a gunsh*t in their leg? And why were they here? And why were all the masterbuilders here? And why was Business here? A lot of understandable questions. Unfortunately for gcbc, Lucy didn’t think so.

Lucy is (like everyone except Business) going to get her redemption arc, but you can’t write a story without something driving the plot so..

Lucy thinks that gcbc were completely faking when they told Metalbeard they didn’t confront Business at the meeting, and that this is the same situation. As far as she knows, the only people in gcbcs body are GC and bc, and she’s not even sure if they are really two different people and not one who acts differently sometimes (go easy on her, she’s just very uneducated on personality disorders and stuff)

Lucy very loudly voices this, that she thinks they are faking and using the “we’re not the same person” thing as an excuse to do dumb stuff, just as Gcbc’s parents walk in.

Gc takes over, and (as calmly as he can) explains why Lucy is VERY WRONG and gives a 3ish minute crash course on DID to the builders. Then asks them to get the hell out of their hospital room. After a talk with their parents, they go home with them. (ma and pa live fairly close to gcbc, and are now both discharged from the hospital.).

The copp family happily goes home, and gcbc are sitting on their old bed, in their childhood room. After some conversation between GC and bc, they hear another voice in their head. Ezra says he’s sorry, and admits he definitely didn’t think that through, and GC and bc comfort him a bit.

Later in the morning (it’s morning now, because the incident that just happened, happened at night), Ma cop says she made some breakfast, and the boys leave their room. Pa is sitting at the dining table with a laminated piece of paper, a blank piece of paper, and an old mug filled with pens and pencils.

Ezra, Good Cop, and Bad Cop (who are all co-fronting at this point, aka their are all sharing control), sit down, and GC and bc instantly recognize the laminated paper.

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Gc: “Oh my goodness. Is that?-“

“Yes it is! Found it in my office.”

Bc: “Good lord, dad, you had that thing laminated?”

“For to the memories! Besides, it’s comin in handy now isn’t it?”

Ez: “Um…. What is that?”

“Oh- it’s just something the boys did when they were younger.”

At that moment, Ma (who had been listening to the conversation), walked in and answered the question Pa technically hadn’t.

“When the boys were younger, me an’ Pa were both very busy working all the time. And while Daniel was only ever alone for about 10 minutes before one of us came home from a shift- ten minutes was all my awful sister, their aunt, needed to call cps on me. They got put in a very awful foster home while me and Pa fought tooth-and-nail to get them back, and that’s when they got Dissociative Identity Disorder.. The poor dears were only seven at the time..” Ma paused to let him catch up, then continued.

“When they got back home to us, and after their diagnosis, they decided in order to get to know each other, they would both write down questions for one another, and us, on that piece of paper, and then we’d reply to them. Daniel uses the black pen, Danny blue, Pa green, and me red.“

Ezra nodded, taking in the information.

“So that’s when they split?”

“Yep. Went into the situation with one son, came out of it with two!” Pa joked.

“And although the ordeal was unfortunate, we are a bit thankful for it. I couldn’t imagine not having Danny here today!”

Ezra thought some more.

“So, Daniel came first then? Like- he was the host so to speak?”

“Yep!” The parents replied in unison.

“Er… and, who is Daniel again?”

Ezra got his answer in the form of four answers, all at the same time.

“Me. I’m Daniel.”

Gc: “You’ll have probably heard him be called Bad Cop. He’s very nice though buddy!”

Ma: “One of our sons. The “Bad One”.”

Pa: “That’s Bad Cop, lad. Danny is Good Cop.”

“Ah. Okay..” Everything was quiet for a moment, and then Ma spoke up.

“So, er, whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to?”

“…Ezra.”

“Well, welcome to the copp family Ezra.” Pa said.

“Thank you… uh, not to sound rude or anything but.. you guys don’t… hate me..Y’know, for the attempted murder thing..?” Ezra said cautiously. Both cops glanced at each other, and then back at Ezra. They looked like they had just seen a puppy get killed.

“Oh heavens no, dear!! We both know it’s hard to deal with. Poor Danny was very mixed up when he first “woke up”.” Ma looked very reassuring, and suddenly Ezra got the urge to hug her. But he didn’t.

“So…” pa starts.

“D’you want to do the questions thing?”

Ezra, Danny, and Daniel respond with an enthusiastic yes, with Ezra assigning himself an orange pen.

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As promised, this story has a happy ending. After Lucy’s mistake in the hospital, Benny (who has hyper fixated on different disorders including did, and knows a bunch about it) was very disappointed in the group, and gave them all a big infodump about it.

After the whole ordeal came out to the judge, the court date got pushed back. So, two weeks of recovering, and family bonding later, the cops entered the court room.

(I’ve written all of this in ONE DAY and am getting kinda tired of writing, so imma make the rest of the story pretty quick)

Good cop, bad cop, and Ezra thankfully don’t get in trouble for trying to kill business. The court figured that because Ezra didn’t actually SUCCEED in killing him, they’d just call it a lesson in karma for lord business and leave it at that.

(Yes I know that’s very inaccurate to what would happen irl, but this is a fanfiction based on a ten year old movie about LEGOS so I’m not exactly going for accuracy here.)

Lord/President Business is sent to jail instead of mandated therapy, partly because he agreed to run away with gcbc (the masterbuilders got video evidence from the office’s security camera) and partly because idk man I’m tired and because I said so.

After they get their sentences or whatever, the masterbuilders all come to apologize to gcbcsc, Lucy and Metalbeard especially. Benny invites the cops out for lunch with the masterbuilders (slight coppernaughts??) and they say yes. More apologies are said at lunch, for takos Tuesday, and for not being more supportive of the cops during the meetings and stuff like that, and all of them agree to start over as friends, and both parties agree to try and make amends for the past.

The end!

See? I told you this had a happy ending! Sorry this got rushed at the end, and I’m also sorry if this is hard to read/unclear? I tried. Also, if you made it this far: HOLY CRAP THANK YOU FOR READING ALL OF THIS. I DEFINITELY WROTE TOO MUCH. But who cares!!!

Anyways, I’m gonna take a nap now. Bye!

[onthepyre]

Hi June! No.1 for the prompt meme if you feel inspired? 💖

hi calli!! thanks for dropping in <3 this is kind of loosely the "dirtiest white boy in america" period but honestly. fuck if i know. it's sad though

send me a number and ill write something angsty

1 - keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

Sometimes Dad had to bail, Mickey knew. When they were little kids, not smart enough to keep their traps shut, he and Mandy got dragged along, lying in the backseat, her head in his lap. Perks of being the youngest two, Mickey guesses. Seeing Indiana before they turned six. By the time Mom was gone, they were told to keep their heads down and wait it out while Dad fucked off to who-knows-where. It sucked, but it sucked less than having him home. It was tolerable.

When the pigs started sniffing around the Alibi, Dad got itchy. They were just around to "ask questions," but the proximity was enough. He had a bag packed in ten minutes, four loaded handguns tucked under dirty underwear and ratty cutoffs. It was damn near a rampage, but Mickey didn't have the sixth sense his siblings did that told them to get the fuck out of dodge. He didn't even realize the depth of shit he was in until Dad pitched a backpack at him and asked what the fuck he was standing around with his thumb up his ass for.

Arguing was useless. If he ran now, Mickey would be dead when Dad inevitably made it back to Chicago. So he took the backpack and stuffed it with a change of clothes and a handful of knives and cash, tucking his busted flip phone into a wad of underwear. In case he needed it, Mickey told himself. So he could contact Mandy if they were gonna be gone long. Not Ian.

That's what he told himself, at least, but when they were halfway to Dad's buddy's cabin in Minnesota and it slipped out that he was wanted for eight counts of trafficking, when Mickey's throat started to burn, he knew.

A nine hour drive meant sitting next to Dad all night. When they finally, finally made it, got out to stretch their legs deep in the woods, it set in. Mickey was very firmly stuck here, at least for the coming days, nobody to keep him company but Dad and the fucking raccoons.

Just about as soon as they set foot in the cabin, Dad was snoring. Mickey wasn't about to take his chances in the same room, only four feet of space between the twin beds. He crept to the bathroom, locked the door, propped a stepstool against it for good measure. He texted Mandy first, short and to the point: sos in mn.

Then there was the problem of Ian. He had, at best, one message to make sure he'd leave him alone. There was no telling how long it would take Mandy to figure out how the fuck to get him out of this three-room shithole, assuming he wasn't cursed to die in it. Mickey couldn't say nothing. Ian would get antsy, go looking for him. Say something he shouldn't. But he couldn't tell him what was actually happening, either, because he couldn't give Ian that false hope. Couldn't let him stay attached, pine, worry, wait for something that wasn't going to come.

He had to let him get over it like a normal heartbreak. Ian could cry for a week and then find some other South Side street rat to fuck instead, a thought that had Mickey gnawing on his bottom lip to distract from the pit in his stomach. Yeah. That was what he had to do.

cant c u anymore, he wrote. dont txt.

Mickey deleted both messages as soon as they went through. He allowed himself ten seconds to let it sink in. Knuckles pressed into his eyes, sitting on the toilet lit bent double, he sniffled once. Then, after a few shuddering breaths, he opened the door, and thank fuck, Dad was still snoring.

[jake-g-lockley]

I'm back :D

OKAY so I have TWO prompts you can feel free to pick from whichever you want!! if one has already been written/requests then thats okay (its mainly why i picked two jUST IN CASE!!!!!)

How aboutttttt the cutie pie moon boys with either prompt #15 or #21?! I DONT MIND EITHER WHICHEVER WORKS BETTER FOR YOU (im so indecisive and they're both so cute?!?)

THANK YOU LOVELY!!!

Poison Tree (Moon Knight x reader)

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Prompt: the spider-man meme where they're all pointing at each other but it's a conversation like *i said i didn't like you like that because you said you didn't like me" "but i said i didn't like you because you were literally in love with someone else" then "i only said i was in love with them because you didn't want me!

A/N: Heya lovelyyy!! Thank you so much for the ask, I switched it up a tiny bit but I hope you like it ehhehe.

Warnings: everyone here is an idiot istg, a touch of angst, them not being able to say what they need to say, seriously; they have three people in their head and they’re that dumb? AHAHAH, light allusions to smut.

Word Count: 2.1 k 

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Buying things was something that plagued you like a weird disease that never went away. You didn’t have this type of luxury when you were younger, your mother always forced you to save whatever money you made and scared you into thinking that you would not have a single cent on you when you truly needed it. Funnily enough, when you started earning your own money, you gave in and started to spend on things that your mother would frown upon.

You stared up at the shelf of books before you, sighing frustratedly as you gazed at the beautiful new covers. You cursed yourself for walking into the new luxury bookstore that opened in the mall, your mother’s voice echoing loudly in your head. You screwed your eyes tightly and tried to imagine something that would pull you away from both the thought of buying the book and the sound of your mother’s grating voice.

You were laying down on the couch, your body aching deliciously from the weight of something covering you. Your hands were preoccupied, carding through soft curls as large hands squeezed your sides. You were smiling down at the person who was cuddling you close and the person looked up at you, big brown, doe like eyes meeting yours.

“You know I have those books in my flat?” a voice pulled you out of your little daydream making you gasp as you whirled around and your eyes met the same brown eyes you were imagining. 

Steven Grant was smiling at you, his lopsided grin matching his curls that flopped to his forehead. Steven always looked comfortable and you always had the inevitable urge to squeeze him. Oh, how you yearned to press your nose into his chest as you hugged him close. You faked a scowl and Steven’s grin got wider as his hand shot out and gripped your wrist.

“If you behave, I’ll let you borrow them someday.” his voice twisted your insides as he pulled you away from the shelf.

Your heart swooned whenever you were around Steven. He and the other two were your poison tree, the bunch you had intended to stay far away from but couldn’t get enough of. He gently pulled your book bag off your shoulder and slung it on his own as the both of you walked to the cafe that the both of you hung out at on a weekly basis. You’d mark your student’s exercise books while Steven did his research on the ancient artifact he was writing about.

At times, you’d feel his eyes on you and you knew it wasn’t exactly Steven looking at you anymore

“Hi, Marc.” you said, without looking up from what you were marking.

“I still don’t get how you do that.” The deep Chicago accent makes you shiver slightly.

“Your posture changes, dummy.” you said, earning a chuckle from him.

“How are the kids doing this week?” he asked, leaning forward to take a look at what you were marking. 

“Pretty good actually, their grammar is getting better and I think they enjoy my classes.”

“I’m sure they do, princesa.” came the beautiful spanish drawl. 

“Now, what did I say about switching mid conversation.” 

A long pause greeted you and you finally looked up from the book you were marking to see Jake staring at you with a satisfied smile.

“That it’s rude?”

“Mhmm.”

“I made you look though.” he winked at you and your insides turned into pure mush.

Outside, you rolled your eyes and casted your eyes back down onto the exercise book, holding back a grin of your own. 

“So, how is Mr. Daniels?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked back at Marc who was now leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of him. You didn’t get why he would always ask you about the math teacher, you only called Mr. Daniels cute once in your life. 

“He’s good, I guess.” you took a sip of your coffee and bowed your head, not letting Marc see what was clearly written all over your face.

For months, you have been trying to get rid of the feelings you felt for the three men. They were absolutely beautiful and had personalities that fired up your very being, but an unfortunate incident stood between you and them.

Flashback

You and him were a little too close, you could see all of the little details of his face. You and him had demolished a bag of doritos and the empty wine glasses made the both of you giggle incredulously. You didn’t know who you were looking at, the alcohol muddling your brain as your eyes zeroed on the doritos dust at the side of his mouth. 

“You know I was thinking of asking Dylan out, the tour guide at the museum.” Steven’s voice burned a hole through your heart and you smiled, hiding the pain that coursed through you.

“You should.” you whispered, trying your hardest not to let your heart betray you.

“Jake suggested for me to take her out to that steak shop.” he leaned back into the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. 

“And what are you gonna eat there, silly.” you stifled a giggle.

“I dunno, bread, salad?” 

You tried to laugh the best you could despite the achy feeling at the pit of your stomach. 

End of flashback

“How’s Dylan?” you asked. 

“She’s alright.” Steven said softly. 

“Hmm.”

Your eyes caught a couple behind Steven and you smiled gently as one of them kissed the other one’s knuckles.

Jake noticed and turned around too, turning back to you with a grin and plucking the red pen out of your hand before suddenly taking your hand in his. Your heart blazed when you felt his lips on your knuckles and your breathing stopped for a second, his eyes shining with mischief. You quickly snatched your hand away from him and you could note the change in the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Hey, you know I was just joking, it didn’t mean anything.” he said quickly. 

It didn’t mean anything.

“Yea, I know, Jake , you don’t like me like that.” you said before you could stop yourself.

Jake’s thoughts raced as Marc and Steven panicked inside his head. They weren’t supposed to like you like that but they do and they wanted to stand on top of the table that you both were at and scream that fact at the top of their lungs.

You couldn’t mark anything anymore, with the way he kept reminding you of your failed love life. Your failed, unrequited love for them. You snatched the pen back from him and tapped the book in front of you, thinking of your next move. You quickly grab your phone and text one of your friends, Sam. Code red, the code you always used to get out of situations you didn’t like and you were feeling really uncomfortable with the energy you had created. 

A few minutes later, to your pure relief, your friend called you.

“Oh, umm, I have to go, Sam is stuck in a … situation.” you say as you frantically shove your stuff into your bag.

“Right, let me help you with that.” Steven said, standing up, a worried look on his face.

“It's okay, I got it.” you gave him a reassuring smile and tucked a five pound bill under the coffee.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah.” Steven rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he had said anything out of the way, his heart pounding as he watched you walk out of the cafe.

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You woke up hours later to a knock at your door. Your face was wet and you checked your phone for any messages, absolutely shocked to see about 14 missed calls from the boys, another five from your best friend and dozens of messages. You flung yourself out of bed and ran to the front door

You opened it to see a frantic Jake standing outside, his hair a mess. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close, mumbling something into your hair in spanish.

“Shit, I thought something happened when you didn’t answer your calls. I called Sam and she couldn’t get a hold of you.” Jake’s voice was bubbling with tears and you looked up at him in shock. 

“Jake, I-” suddenly, his lips were on yours and you felt yourself being lifted off your feet.

The kiss was as frantic as he looked and you became putty in his arms as you tried your best to steady yourself. You pulled away and stared at the man in front of you, only to see Steven’s eyes staring back. Your hands came up to touch your lips and you couldn’t help but touch his lips too. 

“Sorry, fuck, I know you’re with-” you cut him off with another kiss and you felt all of your worries wash over you.

Your hands grip his face and you hold onto him until the both of you are out of air. 

“Fuck, what about Dy-” you pulled away and started to say, but Marc pushed you against the wall and caught your lips with his again, wordlessly asking you to jump as he gripped your hips hard. 

You jumped and wrapped your legs around his torso, your bodies sandwiched together. Your hands carded up his curls and you pulled on them for purchase, causing him to groan against your lips. 

“Wait, Marc, Jake, Steven, what’s happening.” you pull away, your confusion creeping up the satisfied feeling that you were feeling. 

You couldn’t tell who had control of the body as they pushed their forehead against yours, just holding you against the wall. 

“I don’t know,” you heard Steven’s voice whisper as he ducked his head lower.

Your hands were still in his hair and you pulled him closer.

“Put me down.” you whispered after a while and unlocked your ankles.

Their eyes were casted downward as they tried their best to not look at you. You pulled them to your dining table and busied yourself with making a cup of tea, chewing at your swollen bottom lip, wondering what had just happened. You wanted to feel it again so bad, the passion they pushed upon you was so fiery that you wanted nothing more but to have it course through your veins again. You sighed as you pushed the cup of tea in front of them.

“Whoever is fronting, could you please just explain what happened?” you calmly asked. 

When their eyes met with your’s, you could clearly see Marc’s sadness and it crushed your heart.

“We’re sorry we springed on you like that.” he whispered. “The truth is, I- we are in love with you.'' The last bit of his sentence came out like it was a harsh secret, clawing its way out of his voice box. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Fuck.” was all you could say as you swallowed down your own tears. 

“But we know that you don’t feel like that for us, so you-” he continued. 

“Wait, who said that?” you cut him off, your heart thudding in your chest.

“You did.” Steven mumbled. “Just now, we only said that we didn’t like you like that because you made it clear how you felt about us.” 

“But- but I only did that because you have feelings for someone else! You know? The woman you are dating!” 

“We only said that because you said you found the math teacher at your school cute!” Marc slammed his hand down, making you jump. “We’re not dating Dylan!”

“I was joking, you dumbass! Oh my fucking god!” you slammed your hands down and stood up, pushing Marc’s chair back and straddling him without another word.

You kissed him like you meant it, putting your soul out there so that it would meet theirs. All the anger you felt was channeled back into the kiss and you wanted them to choke on their own passion with the way you pressed yourself against them. Marc sighed against your lips and melted away, letting the body switch frantically between Steven, himself and Jake. When you finally felt satisfied you pulled away and gave them a small smile.

“You boys love me huh?” you brushed their fringe away from their face and looked into the eyes that held the only three that you would hand your heart to. “Well, I love you too, cowards.”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling a coward.” Steven’s hands gripped hard at your hips as he grinned up at you, leaning in and kissing you softly. 

After a while he brought his lips next to your ear, he whispers “This coward won’t let you borrow his books until he makes you forget your own name.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, wondering what awaited at the top of the poison tree you managed to climb up on. 

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[qiangweirosa]

a talk

" As Nya and Jay finally start planning their wedding, Nya is haunted by memories of darker times. Ironically enough, Jay is the only person who could possibly understand what she's going through.

or, ninjago writers dont bring up their skybound trauma enough so im taking matters into my own hands. "

relationships: jay/nya, nya & kai, cole & jay tws: hurt/comfort, flashbacks, skybound trauma wc: 1821 extra: set sometime between the end of crystallized and the merge!

read on ao3!

Kai sat down on the bed.

“Come on, spit it out.”

Nya glanced at him, barely turning her head. She laid on her bed in the monastery, and had been staring at the ceiling for quite some time before Kai came in. He looked at her expectantly, an eyebrow raised and his head tilted towards her. She sighed.

“What are you talking about?”

She asked only half heartedly; she knew more than enough that Kai wouldn’t take her avoidance as an answer. Nya sat up, and stared at her own hands, fidgeting in her lap.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Of course she knew. With another sigh, she looked back at Kai and took his expression in: behind the surface-level annoyance, she could see worry. Of course he’d be worried about her, she thought, especially since she’d been acting unusually in the past few days, if not weeks.

Nya glanced back down before speaking up.

“I don’t think you’d be able to help. Don’t worry about me too m-”

“Does it have to do with your and Jay’s secret?”

Nya froze. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open for a few moments. She looked at Kai, her eyebrows furrowing in silent confusion. Perhaps her expression was what prompted him to speak up again, elaborating on his statement.

“You know, the thing you two keep trying to be secretive about?? When you exchange glances, giggle together, and whatever.”

She blinked.

“You noticed??”

“Uh, I think we all noticed, Nya.”

“Oh.”

This was unexpected. Nya sighed again and shook her head, leaning her head back against the board of her bed.

“Yeah, it is.”

Kai nodded. He seemed to take it better than Nya had imagined; though maybe that was because he’d already known she was hiding something from him. Well, it wasn’t like it had been the first time she kept secrets from Kai, or the rest of the team. But he certainly had reacted better than he did when he found out she was Samurai X. She was somewhat thankful.

She felt a hand rest on top of hers, and looked back at Kai to see him looking directly at her. His face had become much more caring; but Nya knew him. She could tell he wasn’t entirely enjoying the fact that she wouldn’t talk to him. Nonetheless, he still tried to put those feelings aside and give her advice.

“Then maybe you should talk to him, if it’s bothering you this much. Sulking over it on your own isn’t gonna solve anything.” He shrugged.

Nya smiled. She knew he was right, it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about doing it. It just wasn’t an easy topic to bring up, for either of them. In all the years that had passed since then, they had only really talked about it twice; and only because they had been having worries about it.

Which, technically, was the case here too.

She nodded at Kai, thanking him and intertwining her hands with his. He smiled back, pulling her in for a hug, or the closest thing to a hug they could manage in their current position, leaving them both laughing about it. Soon enough, he left her room, leaving Nya alone once again to her thoughts. 

She looked down at her necklace. Although she didn’t like to wear it when fighting or practicing - jewelry during a fight is practically a direct ticket to choking, she wore it almost every other time. Which wasn’t a lot, now that she thought about it, but it was still enough to be significant to her. The necklace had her yang pendant on it, the one Jay had given her when he proposed to her a few years back. She gazed at it fondly, playing with it with her hands.

A few moments later, she had made up her mind. She would talk to Jay about this entire situation, and hopefully they would get past it. Finally. She knew deep down that, obviously, a talk wasn’t going to make their shared trauma disappear, but hopefully it would make her feel better, for now at the very least.

Today was an off day for the ninja; meaning Jay was most likely to be found either on the couch playing video games, or in the kitchen snacking on something. As soon as Nya walked into the living room, a smile crept onto her face and she chuckled to herself. It seems living with the same people for so many years really makes you aware of their daily habits, she thought.

She approached the couch, leaning her hip against as she crossed her arms to look over the scene in front of her. Cole and Jay were going at it, intensely focused on whatever game they were playing - looks like Prime Empire , she thought - to the point they hadn’t even noticed she was here. A bit further away, sitting at the table, was Lloyd, absentmindedly fiddling with his phone. He however, seemed to notice Nya, acknowledging her presence with a short glance. 

Nya glanced back at the screen as she heard shouts, seeing the “LEVEL PASSED” screen she had expected. She watched Jay and Cole high five each other, before Jay raised his head and seemed to finally notice her presence. His face beamed, and he grinned at her. His excitement must have been visible to Cole too; since the older man decided to turn around, and smiled as well upon seeing her.

They invited her to play; she shook her head no, before looking back to Jay and calling him to get his attention.

“Do you mind if we have a talk?”

Nya could feel time stop as she spoke, watching Jay gulp and anxiety flash in his eyes. She quickly added:

“I’m not mad at you, I just wanna discuss something. It can wait though, if you’re busy.”

Nya gestured at Cole and the TV vaguely. Jay nodded and put his controller down, standing up and walking towards her.

“It’s fine! I can play later.”

Before Nya could drag him away though, he turned back to Cole and shouted, an accusatory tone lacing his voice.

“You better not play any more levels before I’m back!!”

Nya laughed at their antics. She could vaguely hear Cole respond something as she made her way down the hall, back to her room. She stood in the doorway until Jay appeared in front of her, and dragged him inside. She pushed the door closed behind them, sighing.

“Is something the matter?”

Jay was the first to speak up. He tilted his head to the side, moving to grab Nya’s hands in his.

“You’ve been acting weird for a few days… Did something happen?”

Nya stared at him for a few moments. She stared deep into his beautiful ocean eyes, her lips pursed. Jay’s eyebrows had furrowed, concern etched all over his face. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke up.

“It’s about Nadakhan.”

She could see Jay’s breath catch in his throat, and his eyes widen. He took a deep breath as well, and squeezed her hands in his. His face looked a lot more serious than a few seconds ago as he urged her to continue.

“Okay.”

“Kai told me to talk with you about it. Well, about my worries, more precisely, but they’re about what happened with him.”

Jay nodded, a sign for Nya to keep talking.

“I’ve been getting… flashbacks. Of when I was with him. Especially since we’ve been talking about actually organizing our wedding, and all, I just… I keep seeing myself in Delara’s dress again, and getting nightmares about it over and over and it’s just-” She stopped herself to sigh. “That’s… about it.”

Sometime through her rant, Nya started looking at the floor with a frown on her face. Her hands held Jay’s tightly, and he could tell that she would be clenching her fists, had he not been holding them. 

He released one of her hands to cup her face, a shaky smile forming on his face to try and comfort her.

“I mean, it’s pretty understandable, you know? I’d be scared too if I had been forcibly married to a thousand year old djinn at 13 and then possessed by his dead girlfriend.”

Nya laughed. Jay’s smile widened.

“And like, if you want, you don’t have to wear a dress. We don’t even have to get married yet!! I mean we’ve been waiting for both of us to be ready for it, so if you’re not ready yet then I’ll wait more!”

Nya looked back at him with a smile. She felt tears well up in her eyes. Jay was right; there was no reason for them to rush things, after all. 

“You’re right. Thanks. And I do wanna get married, don’t get me wrong… I guess I’d forgotten I can just not wear a dress.”

Her hands moved up to wipe her eyes, and she felt Jay grab her face with his own. He looked at her, his eyes shining, and his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. 

“Can I kiss you?”

She nodded, and he leaned in to crash his lips on hers. Nya felt Jay grin into their kiss, and she could see his face growing pink. After they pulled away from each other, Jay rested his hands on her shoulders and looked away, coughing to try and regain his composure. After he failed, as he usually did - for some reason, even after being together for half a decade, he was still a nervous wreck everytime they kissed -, he spoke up once more.

“You’re not alone in this. I’m here for you and, uh, I’ll do my best to support you through all this.” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “Be it related to him or related to our wedding, or, you know, anything else.”

Nya smiled at him, tilting her head up to press a kiss to Jay’s forehead.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Hey, don’t thank me for this, come on! It’s not even the bare minimum!”

Nya laughed as he protested, Jay’s arms stretching at his sides as he kept repeating himself.

Eventually, the two of them ended up going back to the living room and joining Cole on the couch, picking up two controllers and playing with him. After a few levels, Jay seemed to have a realization and turned to Nya in shock.

“Wait, did you say Kai told you to talk to me?? Does he know?!” 

Nya stared at him in confusion for a moment.

“Oh, that! Apparently, they all know?? Well, not about what happened, but that we’re hiding something.”

Cole chimed in.

“Yeah, dude, you’re not exactly discreet about it…”

Nya chose to not listen to the rest of the conversation, already knowing the two best friends would start bickering. She simply giggled and mindlessly stared at Jay. She loved him so much.