#even when i struggle to return the favor. feels like I'll always come around

[dalvs-wife]

2 years!!!! <33

old ver under the cut:

[the-original-skipps]

|| When you carry them bridal style. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

just a cute idea that popped up hehe i have so many wips i have to finish ahhh guys pls give me strength

CW: slight angst for suo and nirei

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Togame Jo.

❥ Sakura was confused when you suddenly crouched, but then that confusion quickly turned into surprise when you lifted with up. He could feel his heart leaping out of chest, no one has ever carried him before - much less like this! As much as he wants to cover his vibrant red face, he immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, afraid that you'd suddenly drop him. He struggles to find the words to express his feelings, only coming out as random stutters and yelling. You giggle at his reaction, he's just too adorable. You tell him that he's your little princess, which has him sputtering like a fish out of water. He demands you let him down but you refuse, only if he says please.

"P-Put me down! Dammit, do I really have to say it?!.....P-Please."

❥ Suo let's out a simple "wow" as you lift him up bridal style. He calmly wraps his arms around your neck, not the slightest bit worried that you'll drop him. Suo is very light, just like you expected him to be which brings a frown to your face. He's smiling and just about to tease you, until he sees the look on your face and questions you what's wrong. You tell him that he's very light, in which he replies laughing that it must be because his diet is working. Which makes you frown even deeper, you tell him you're worried and that he should eat more. Suo is slightly taken aback but he's back to smiling-placing a loving hand on your cheek, touched that you're worried about him.

"I'll eat, but only if you'll feed me～"

❥ Nirei squeaks, instantly clinging onto you as he looks at you with great surprise and embarrassment. He buries his face in your neck, as his cheeks flush red - his heart beating wildly in his chest. He can't deny the flutter he felt at being so affectionately held by you. Then he starts wondering if he can carry you like this too, what if he couldn't? The thought has him feeling self-conscious but tries to dismiss those thoughts away. He'll just have to get stronger, train more with Sakura and Suo. He snaps out of his thoughts when you call his name, looking at him with worry. Nirei responds with a bright grin, thanking you for carrying him and that he'll be sure to return the favor.

"Next time, let me carry you too!"

❥ Umemiya lets out a shout of surprise and excitement as he feels his body getting lifted up. No one ever heeded his request of wanting to be carried, especially Kotoha. He's quick to wrap his strong arms around your neck, nuzzling his face to your neck - complimenting you on how strong you are. His excitement is so adorable that a smile stretches on your face, he really reminds you of a golden retriever. Afterwards, he eagerly asks you if you could carry him around today in which you reply that you'll try. You're not sure how long you could go on carrying him, he is made up of pure muscle but you'll try just to see his bright smile on his face.

"Oh oh, let's go to the bakery next!. My treat!"

❥ Kaji is wary to say this least, he's always on guard on whether or not you'll pull some kind of prank on him. So you had to wait for just the right moment to suddenly pick him up. Of course, his first instinct is to yell and question your actions, all with a blush on his face. Luckily, Kaji wasn't eating his lollipop because he would have dropped it instantly. You could only laugh as he struggles with the new position he has in your arms. Even going as far into teasing him at how light he is which has him turning a darker shade of red. Eventually, he gives up the struggle and obediently lays still in your arms with a pout on his face. Luckily for him, Kusumi isn't here or else he'll gain some blackmail material.

"H-Hey! You better not d-drop me!"

❥ Togame whistles out, impressed that you were actually able to pick him up nonetheless carry him in your arms. All without breaking a sweat, wow - you might even be stronger than him. He calmly praises you for your strength, telling you how cool you are at being able to do this. He makes himself comfortable, leaning his head against your shoulder. Your arms holding him tightly, your scent enveloping him. He swears he could just fall asleep like this. You smile in response, happy at his reaction - it's almost as if you're carrying a giant teddy bear. Togame quietly lets you know that it's okay to let him down if you're tired but you quickly refuse. Togame lets out a chuckle and smiles, well he could get used to this.

"Mhmm, you're so strong..."

[fairytsuk1]

you and shoto had been dating for a minute, it'd been going well! he was shy, quiet at first, but he'd blossomed into a boyfriend you considered yourself grateful for. not only was he devastatingly attractive and smitten with you; he was also just so genuinely kind.

he was so kind that neither of you had had sex yet. heavy petting and making out, sure, but you were beginning to crave more every time you rocked your hips hips tantalizing against his. you could feel him growing harder underneath you and yet his strong hands sowed doubt into your mind as he asked you to stop.

"is everything okay, shoto?"

his face is flushed and he looks mightily cute as he tries to piece together a sentence, "I... I don't think I'm ready to go all the way."

his eyes flicker up to yours, "is that okay?"

you're quick to reassure him, swinging your legs off and cradling his hands, "of course it's okay! we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

his next comment comes as a surprise.

"well, what if we still could do something?"

"like what, can you tell me?"

he struggles with that, legs shifting and eyes wandering the corners of the room. you bring him back like always. even just the slightest touch of your fingertips on his jaw draw him back to you effortlessly, his shoulders drop like he's finally able to relax. able to be honest and talk to you freely.

"you could use your mouth," his adams apple bobs, "or not, it's okay."

it makes you grin so wide that your cheeks hurt. shoto wants you, and if this is the pace he wants to go at then it's the absolute perfect pace. you wink at him, "I'll see what I can do."

"don't be so cheesy," he mumbles while unbuckling his belt, "I can return the favor too, you know."

"oh i know, just let me take care of you now," he shivers as I ghost my lips over the shell of his ear, "just relax."

you go slow, starting out with light kisses on the soft (yet athletic) span of his tummy. he shaved and you can feel the slight stubble as you work his boxers and jeans down. you haven't seen him like this yet, only getting a few glances of toned muscles while pretending not to glance at him changing.

his lips are drawn into a thin line but a whimper escapes him when you free him from his jeans, cock hard and leaking pre-cum. he's so sensitive; hips shaking and skin flushed.

"you're so hot, shoto," your tongue slicks him all the way to his head and back down to the base, "I wanna take care of you."

"I-I like it," he rasps with his head tipped back, "love it a lot. you feel really good...!"

his whole body jerks when you take his tip into your mouth, heavy on your tongue as you lap up the leaking pre-cum. you do your best to keep your eyes focused on his features; his face goes through so many motions of pleasured and overwhelmed. your panties are absolutely soaked.

you keep working his tip, swirling your thumb around the slit and tapping it on the flat of your tongue. you're not even aware of shoto's hand inching towards your hair until he finally winds it up in his grasp.

"'s okay? i don't wanna hurt you."

"it's perfect, my love," and you take shoto's cock all the way down your throat.

he's big and it makes your eyes all wet; his moans are even better as sweat droplets roll past his temple. he's bathed in attractiveness, in lust, and you're sucking his dick in pure adoration. the slurping, your hand curling around what you couldn't reach... it was heavenly.

"fuck, your mouth is, oh my god," shoto mewls, pushing your head down in order to feel you deeper, wetter, just yearning for more.

you know he's close when you feel blunt nails scratching your scalp.

"i-i'm gonna, i'm gonna cum," shoto's voice peaks into a sharp squeal as you diligently swallow every drop. you're wiping your mouth while he's catching his breath.

his eyes are hooded as he looks up at you like you hung the moon and stars for him. you can only smirk back.

"so what about that favor?"

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡/𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐠, 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!

He sits at the edge of the bed, bare of any clothing articles after he had returned home from yet another match in which he lead his team to an impressive scoreline of 5-0, and in front of him she stood bare as well with a teasing glint in her eyes, " You did so good baby? " she cooed, walking closer until she stood between his legs, " I loved how you tackled their striker onto the ground " her digits caress his cheeks, giggling when he instinctively nuzzled into her touch. " You're such a talented player baby "

" Señora por favor " He whispers only for her to pull back which in turn elicited a whine from him.

" Shh, no " She tuts, shaking her head and giggling when his lips puckered up in a pout. " I'm going to touch you but if you cum, you'll be punished "

" No " He moans softly, " Por favor "

She tuts once again, kneeling down to be at face level with his cock that demanded attention, she wraps her hand inciting a strangled moan from him while her tongue darts out to lick the spec of precum leaking, " So good " she murmurs before wrapping her lips around the tip.

" Fuck " He whines, throwing his head back, his eyelids were shut almost instantly, both of his hands grip the bedsheets as he struggled to watch her take as much of his cock inside of her mouth. " This feels so good " he sighs.

She hums in response, leisurely bopping her head up and down whilst trailing her tongue over every prominent vein which incited more whimpers and strangled moans from him, in that moment all that he could formulate was, " Please "

She meets his gaze and shakes her head before pulling back, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to his cock, " If you touch, I will stop " she says warningly, " Who's my good boy hm? who's my good baby? "

" Me " He murmurs before letting out a loud moan just as she wrapped her lips around his cock again, this time moving at a much rapid pace, " Fuck, me " he said through labored breaths, relishing in the sensation of the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat repeatedly, " Señora, I'm going to cum "

Just as he said that, she pulls back which resulted in a loud and desperate whine to come out of his lips. " Señora " he moans.

" What did I say? You don't even think about cumming " She shakes her head and tuts before adding. " Guess that means I'm going to have to punish you "

He shakes his head repeatedly, whining like a kitten. " Señora, please I'll be a good boy "

She tilts her head with a narrowed glare, then she climbs up to his lap. " You sure about that? " she whispers then nuzzles his face in his neck, nibbling and kissing the skin there. " You sure you'll a good boy for your Señora? "

" Yes " He breathes out, his eyelids shut, his nerves set ablaze by her touch. " Yes Señora, I'll be a good boy "

" In that case, be the best baby boy I know you are and fuck me senseless " She whispers in his ear, giggling when he flipped them over to thrust himself inside of her pussy without so much of a warning. " Mhm, so good to me baby " she caresses his cheeks before pecking his lips. " Be good to me and make me cum right now baby "

Her grips her waist with both of his hands just as she folds her legs further granting him extra access to her pussy, " Señora, your pussy feels so good " he whimpers, " It feels so fucking good "

" So does your cock baby, you're always treating me so right " She moans, tugging him down to kiss her while he continued to thrust in and out her pussy. " Baby, keep going ... keep going baby, right there, just like that "

" Señora " He moans, " I love you, so much " he sighs resting his forehead on top of hers as he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. " I love you so much Señora "

" I love you too baby, I love you so much " She sighs, arching her back off of the bed. " I'm going to cum baby, are you going to cum? "

" Yes " He whines, " I'm going to cum, can I cum señora? " he moans in her hear. " Can I cum please? "

" You can baby, cum inside of my pussy " She moans, " cum inside of me baby "

His cock twitches inside of her walls before he spilled every bit of himself. " Fuck Señora "

" Mhm, so good " She whines, " Fuck I'm cumming "

He stills for a moment before collapsing on top of her, his head rests on top of her chest while she caresses his hair. " Such a good boy " she cooed.

" Gracias Señora " He murmurs. " I love you "

" I love you too " She whispers.

[herblackabyss]

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[Title] 7 Dates, 7 Conflicts [Rating & Genre] [M] 18+, strangers to lovers, slow burn, Collage AU [Pairing] Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Amaya Bradford) [Trigger Warnings] a few cuss words

[A/N] I'm baaacckkk~! I apologize for my absence, but I truly struggle with this whole social media and social interaction thing. I had to restructure this part because I've come to the realization that my brain doesn't quite know how to write multiple events into one part...

P.S the last bit is a mess but I'll update it soon...<3

ALSO HAPPY HUNTER DAAYYY!!

[Word Count] 2740

"This is an absolute colossal fucking disaster, Chenle," I hiss under my breath, pacing across my bedroom with my phone clutched tightly to my ear. On the other end, the low hum of my best friend's tired yawn slips through the line, the digital clock on my nightstand casting an ominous glow – 10:47 PM.

I roll my eyes, my frustration lacing into the very syllables of my words. "I mean, how on earth are we even supposed to tackle this if he's out there getting his dick sucked instead of meeting me to work on the assignment?" Veronica had given us a unique homework assignment during our last COMM101 class—a creative pair-building exercise intended to break the ice. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Jungkook and me to explore each other's perspectives and come up with something that was at least halfway decent. Yet, instead of paying even a sliver of attention, Jungkook seemed to be far more interested in sketching bizarre doodles across my meticulously taken lecture notes. Since that fateful Monday morning, I've embarked on a one-woman crusade to pin him down and get him to work on it. But every attempt I make is met with flimsy excuses and empty promises. He's always conveniently "busy" or "tied up with something else." And me? I'm not naive enough to swallow those slippery words whole, not when they spill from his slick, slithering tongue like a practiced dance. As the relentless ticking of the clock emphasizes the looming deadline for my not-so-friendly essay, the harsh reality sets in. I realize that I know next to nothing about this bumbling baboon, except for the fact that he can't seem to keep his... cock out of people's mouths. The idea of crafting an essay detailing his countless escapades with the campus coeds is tempting, but it also feels like a peculiar form of self-inflicted torture. I flop onto my bed, clutching my phone as if it's my only lifeline in this chaotic situation.

"Guess I'll just have to corner him tomorrow," I murmur to myself, feeling a potent mix of determination and resignation settle in my chest like a heavy anchor. I reach out for the worn notebook resting nearby and flip it open, its pages ready to receive my thoughts and ideas for the upcoming project, even if, for now, it's a solo endeavor. After all, if Jungkook insists on making things difficult, I'm more than willing to return the favor. "Key word: 'probably,' but I can't take that risk with Jungkook," I try to speak as calmly as possible, frustration mounting within me. There's no way I can just sit here and hope he comes to his senses. I need to take action. I shouldn't be in this position, having to babysit a grown man when it comes to his academics. I mean, seriously, I'm baffled by his attitude towards this assignment. How on earth is he the top student in the Computer Science department? Does the university randomly select his name from a hat filled with sheets of paper with only his name on them? Or is he secretly paying someone to do his assignments? "But I hope you're right," I concede with a sigh as I wrap up the call and head to bed.

"Jeon!" I shout, my voice slicing through the noisy street, instantly grabbing the attention of curious onlookers. He strides purposefully toward Avery's Bagel Shop, his arm wrapped around the waist of a wavy-haired blonde. Her stunning long legs propel her forward, her eyes locked on him, with hearts practically sparkling in them. As I watch their interaction unfold before me, it becomes painfully evident that this is a heartbreak in the making. Jungkook, of all people, isn't exactly renowned for his ability to commit, and that's common knowledge around campus. He cycles through new romantic interests every week, and he's openly professed his disinterest in love on countless occasions. Yet, here she is, hopelessly falling for him—poor thing.

I raise my voice, frustration bubbling within me as I call out to him once more. But he remains utterly indifferent, his gaze fixed solely on the entrance of the quaint, inviting eatery. With a graceful sweep, he swings the door open, his hand tenderly resting on her lower back as he ushers his companion inside. I can't help but let out an exasperated sigh, my impatience growing by the second. I shake my head in disbelief before navigating my way across the bustling street. What the fuck is his problem? Stepping through the gleaming silver double doors, I make my way to the established ordering queue. Contrary to any wild ideas he might be concocting in his thick skull, I'm not here because of him. I wanted to get some work done on a few of my assignments before making my way to Chenle's place. Avery's holds a special place in my heart— it's been my favorite spot to grab a bite and study for years. Avery, the owner, is a culinary virtuoso in her mid-thirties, a mastermind behind a medley of bagel creations that are nothing short of life-altering. Over time, she's expanded her menu to include other breakfast and lunch delights, all of which keep people coming back for more.I became a regular of Avery's in her food truck era. Back then, she operated her modest business right in the heart of the city, serving her delectable creations from a weathered, banged-up red truck.Since then, I haven't looked back, it feels like I've gained a good friend and a great place to study when I need to. "Are you planning to ignore me for the rest of your life?" I say, my voice filled with frustration as I approach Jungkook. He's engrossed in a conversation with the blonde, oblivious to my approach. It amuses me how much effort he invests in girls he never intends to pursue beyond a casual fling. I mean, what's the point of all this when there are no intentions of going any further?

I watch as he slowly turns his head to identify the source of the voice. When he realizes it's me, his expression shifts, but he doesn't reply. The blonde clinging to his arm shoots me a nasty glare, clearly annoyed that I've interrupted their conversation. It's even more amusing to me that there are girls who willingly put themselves in such situations with guys like Jungkook, thinking they can be the ones to change them. "The assignment is due in just four days, Jeon, and I haven't even started because of you," I huff, frustration gnawing at me as I rummage through my bag to find my purse. Earlier, he had told me he had important matters to attend to today, which was why he couldn't meet with me. When I proposed meeting later in the day, he promptly shot down the idea, insisting he didn't have the time. So you can imagine my surprise when I spotted him with his little date. Emerging from the depths of my bag with my purse in hand, I shift my gaze toward him, awaiting his response. But there's nothing. No glimmer of recognition in his eyes, no hint of acknowledgment. He just stands there, unmoving, as if I'm invisible.

Is he really going to stand there and ignore me like a petulant child

I exhale a deep sigh, my eyes narrowing as I focus on the back of his head, frustration bubbling up inside me like a simmering volcano. A million wicked scenarios play out in my mind, each one more devious than the last, all focused on how I could effectively sabotage his date.

A mischievous thought dances through my mind. What if I were to swing my bag, aiming it at that unsuspecting, utterly useless head of his? And just for good measure, I could give his blonde friend a forcefully playful shove, a move that would surely knock her on her ass.

Or perhaps... A sly smirk gradually creeps across my face as a more subtle, yet equally potent, idea blossoms in my mind. It's nothing too extravagant, but I have complete confidence that it will work like a charm.

As I stand here, contemplating my revenge plot, I can't help but notice that the queue opposite the one I'm currently in has emptied out. Without missing a beat, I smoothly slide into that vacancy, feeling a rush of anticipation building within me. My eyes immediately fixate on the illuminated board behind the cashier's head. I tilt my head to the side, carefully examining my options before allowing my gaze to shift to Jungkook, whose irritated expression is now in plain view.

As I observe, a smug grin slowly creeps across my face. I can't help but revel in the satisfaction that washes over me as I witness the subtle twitch in his furrowed brow and the rhythmic clenching of his jaw. The tension practically oozes from his pores, an electrifying aura that I can almost taste. After all, he doesn't deserve to have a good day, not after all those lies he's been feeding me these past few days. I'm in absolute awe of his extraordinary ability to seemingly disregard my very presence. My eyes meticulously track his every move, from the way he confidently places orders for both himself and his date, to the charming, heart-melting smile he offers her and with a delicate touch, he tucks a strand of her golden locks behind her ear. It's almost as if the world revolves around them, and everyone else in the room merely fades into the background. I watch, captivated, as he tenderly grasps her hand, guiding her with a gentle assurance toward a cozy booth nestled in a secluded corner of the establishment. They settle in, their bodies so close that their shoulders brush against each other, creating an aura of intimacy that's impossible to ignore. Their conversation flows effortlessly, brimming with laughter and whispered sweet nothings. I have to admit, this guy knows exactly what to do to make a girl feel special.

A simmer of irritation bubbles beneath my skin, while amusement dances at the edges of my thoughts. Jungkook, so blissfully unaware of just how persistent I can be and utterly clueless about my insatiable appetite for pettiness, continues to test my tolerance for his behavior daily. What he doesn't know is that I've always been known for my excellence in theatrics, and quite frankly, if Jungkook wants to put on a performance, I'll give him a whole damn show.

As soon as I place my order, I waste not a single second in moving toward my target. I stride with unwavering purpose toward their booth, my head held high, my hips swaying seductively as I saunter across the room. A mischievous glint flickers in my eyes as I gracefully slide into the seat right beside him, his murderous glare meeting my unflinching gaze.

I respond with a sickeningly sweet smile, my voice dripping with a teasing tone, my eyes twinkling with faux longing. "I haven't seen you since Monday, Jeon. I really missed you," I say, letting a pout form on my plump lips as I lean in closer to him. My gaze shifts to his date as I rest my head on his shoulder. "Who's this, Kook?" I mumble, deliberately ignoring the way his fists clench between us. I'm fully aware that my intrusion on his little date will undoubtedly annoy the ever-loving shit out of him.

He exchanges a quick, awkward glance with his date, who appears thoroughly confused and uncomfortable with my sudden presence. I release a sigh, my gaze carefully assessing her features. "My replacement, perhaps?" I ask, shifting my attention back to him. I catch that split-second flicker of surprise on his face – he clearly didn't expect me to say that. "Amaya," he warns, his demeanor growing stern as he clenches his jaw, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. But if I'm completely honest, I've never been one to heed warnings; Chenle always claimed that it would take a miracle worker to handle my attitude. "I'm Amaya, by the way. You?" My focus shifts to her.

"Kiarra," she whispers, her voice barely audible, and I notice her eyes closely following my fingers as they delicately trace the contours of Jungkook's exposed neck. Her lips curl into a condescending smile as she shifts to the seat opposite ours. Girls like Kiarra, the quintessential "it" girl, always seem to gravitate towards guys like my insufferable group member.

To be honest, I've got her type down pat. Her shallowness cuts through the layers of designer labels and caked-on makeup. She gives off vibes of someone who places an exorbitant amount of importance on her position within the social hierarchy, evident in the meticulous effort she pours into her appearance.

She's undoubtedly frequented the finest surgeons, splurged on the most lavish clothes, and surrounds herself with a clique of girls who are both beautiful and, well, rather uninteresting. "So, how did you end up meeting my favorite boy?" I ask, a gentle smile gracing my lips, my head still comfortably nestled on his shoulder, my gaze locked onto her as we engage in this unspoken standoff. She's challenging me for control of the situation. "We met at Jimin's party last week," she responds with a manufactured smile, her impeccably white teeth on full display. However, I can discern the underlying annoyance in her eyes, even through her facade.

"Jimin's party," I inquire, my brows furrowing in faux hurt, pretending to be genuinely surprised as I maintain that delicate touch along Jungkook's collarbone. My fingers trace a slow, teasing path, eliciting a subtle shiver from him. "I'm hurt, Kookie. You told me you were too busy," I pout, my tone dripping with feigned disappointment. I shift my gaze to Jungkook, my eyes wide and glistening, attempting to make it appear as if I'm truly saddened by his recent evasiveness.

Kiarra, caught off guard by my interaction with Jungkook, shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She clears her throat, her irritation growing the longer I linger. "Well, I guess he had some free time after all," she retorts, her voice laced with hostility. The cracks in little miss perfect's facade are becoming more apparent, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off Jungkook in waves. He's obviously annoyed by my intrusion, but by the look on his face, you could never tell well aside from his clenched jaw. "Amaya, what are you doing?" His deep voice carries a warning as he slowly turns his head to look down at me, his dark eyes fixed on mine.

I maintain my act, tilting my head ever so slightly to meet his gaze, a playful smile dancing on my lips. "I mean, I have to get your attention somehow, right?" I respond, my voice brimming with faux innocence. Leaning in a little closer, my lips hover dangerously close to his ear, and I whisper, "Besides, it's been weeks, and you've been so absorbed in... other endeavors." I punctuate my statement with a sly wink.

Kiarra's perfectly manicured nails clench onto the edge of her designer bag as she observes our little spectacle, clearly flustered.

Drawing even nearer to Jungkook, my lips graze his ear as I murmur, "You know, we do make quite the convincing pair, don't you think?" My words are laced with just enough mischief to set him on edge, and I can see the gears turning in his head as he contemplates how to navigate this unexpected scenario. "Excuse me," she mutters, abruptly pushing her chair back and rising to her feet. Her frustration is palpable in her tone.

"Leaving so soon?" I inquire, my voice dripping with feigned concern.

Jungkook attempts to intervene, but Kiarra is already making her way toward the exit. "Kiarra, wait," he pleads, reaching out for her, but she brushes past him without a second glance.

With a theatrical sigh, I rest my head on Jungkook's shoulder once more. "Well, that didn't go as planned, did it?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a hint of amusement twinkling in his gaze. "You're un-fucking-believable."

I flash him a mischievous grin, my façade dropping as Kiarra departs. "Just rescuing you from a bad date, Kookie," I remark with a wink. "And reminding you that you can't keep avoiding our assignment forever." With a satisfied hum, I smoothly slide out of the booth and stride toward the exit, shooting him a playful wink before making my way to Chenle's place.

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[zooophagous]

The irony of being a nigh deathless, immortal being and still spending so much time trapped in a sick bed was not lost on Strauss. To be sure, there was a time he might be content to sleep endlessly and only awaken to tend to an empty belly. But now? With so much going on?

It was like pulling teeth. Two of which he'd lost- spitting his broken fangs into a bed pan and futilely digging at his gums with his claws trying to fish out the roots the way a man might struggle with a husk of a popcorn kernel. Despite the heavy impact, he hadn't broken his teeth immediately. That came from the bad habit of shifting the loose fangs back and forth with his tongue out of boredom until the stress fracture finally caved to pressure.

No matter. Fangs were deciduous. They would return, as would the shattered femur in his leg and the collapsed lung and the many broken ribs. But it would take time. Time he did not have, if Sylvain was planning on escalating.

His thoughts were momentarily far away from her. Morphine was a pleasant distraction, it was easy to see why so many humans became addicted to it. Even with a pain tolerance like carbon steel- it helped kill boredom by forcing sleep.

Which he did, until a heaviness settled on the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes to see Artemis looking down at him with her face knit in concern and her arms crossed.

"You know. If you prefer sleeping in the sick bay over the dorms, you can just ask."

He smiled weakly at her.

"Guten Abend, Frau Van Helsing."

He sat up with a grunt. "You and I have much to discuss."

"I'll say. I hear you were quite the hero last night. Saved Sam's life at your own expense. Saved him from a much stronger vampire, too. That's impressive. It was very brave of you."

"Someone had to." He shrugged. "I suppose you know then, that Sylvain has returned."

"Troy told me. He also mentioned something about you meeting her before?"

"Yes, she ah... introduced herself on one of our outings. I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid if she were antagonized, she might lash out." He glanced down at the drip IV in his arm.

"Seems I was correct. Your ex has quite a temper."

"She wasn't always like this." Artemis shook her head. "I wish you'd told me sooner. We could have had time to prepare. You also shouldn't have gone out if you knew she was around. This could have ended much worse for you. For everyone."

"I know. It seems our habits of hiding things from one another have done nobody any favors." He sighed.

"What did she want from you?"

"She wanted me to abandon the Institute and come with her. Says she wants to "help" me. For what purpose, I cannot say. I doubt she has my benefit in mind."

"Her thought process is chaotic. It could be a ploy for anything. I wish I knew." Artemis shook her head.

"While you're here... I want to address the obvious. Artemis. About the other night, when we were... together."

"Oh, that. Don't worry about that. That was a mistake, no need to bring it up now."

"But I do need to bring it up."

He sat up more to look her properly in the eye.

"I didn't... harm you, did I?" He reached his hand towards hers.

"I would never want to impose myself on you. I often misread social cues. I wanted to apologize."

"Strauss." She looked away.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was more upset because of what I did wrong. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's just, well, I'm Catholic, you know? Guilt is what we do."

She chuckled nervously.

"What was so wrong about what you did?"

"I don't know. I spent so long studying and writing and containing vampires that going to bed with one felt like sort of a betrayal to the family mission, you know? Like not only was I committing a sin, I was jeopardizing the work of generations of other Van Helsings. It hit me all at once and I had a bit of a panic attack over it."

"Is that it? You are worried about judgment from the dead?"

"More from the rest of the Institute than the dead, at this point."

"I see. Consider this, however. Your family's work was based on the killing of many, many vampires. Your sin was based on loving one. If you wanted the vampire's opinion, I think you'd find it to be a welcome and necessary change in the status quo."

"You're right, you're right. But you can't always use reason to get rid of a problem based on feelings."

"This is true. If you find the courage, I should like to see you again. I still desire to reciprocate." He licked his lips.

"However. For now. There is another important request."

"Name it."

"I require more blood."

He stated it matter of factly.

"At least triple my current ration. As quickly as it can be arranged."

"More blood?" She smirked. "Honestly I was wondering when you'd ask. You eat like you're on a fast."

"I am surprised you didn't try to make me eat more."

"Whatever you were doing worked for over two hundred years. I trust you to know what you need and ask for it."

"Yes. I have come to realize that I am no longer served by my minimalist nature. If I am to survive the next encounter- and I trust there will be another encounter- I do not want to do so as an emaciated wraith."

"I'll put the order in immediately. With any luck it will get you out of my damn sick bay sooner."

"Give me as much as you can, and I will amaze you with what I can do."

She stood up to head for the door. "Good. I'm counting on it."

[paranoidwriter]

Dont make it weird

A slightly more edited version of a fanfiction I can made awhile back! You can find the original post on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/moonshiiinee :) my requests are open, and I'll be currently reposting some slightly edited versions of my previous AO3 fanfics and other things! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Wednesday hated color. It really did feel as though she was allergic to it. Whenever such bright excessive color wandered upon her eyes, she could feel an immediate headache come up on herself. Now, it wasn't as though color itself was a problem. The problem was how bright and ornate such people decorated with colors. People like her roommate. Just a whole mess she was, really. Her appearance was one thing - neon highlighter nails, mismatched dyed hair, migraine inducing stupid clothes - but her bed. That was a whole other matter. The bedsheets were always some annoying bright color, her stuffed animals in ginormous heaps of eye watering fabrics, and the thing she hated most. The fabrics, sashes and curtains flung across the ceiling. Lemon yellow, bubble gum pink, blood red, sky blue. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason, and even looking at Enid's side of the room gave Wednesday pain in her eyes. What Wednesday never realized was how obvious her discomfort was. And one day, when Wednesday came to her dorm a bit later than usual from Beekeeping club, she was surprised to see a new sight.

A black sheer curtain on Enid's side of the room.

It dulled the color, and made it so much more bearable than it previously had been. In a weird sense, it reminded Wednesday slightly of her mother's room. Her very own Mother had sheer black curtains around her windows and bed. Wednesday nonchalantly turned to Enid as best as she could, trying to act casual and managed to meet her eyes, something she usually struggled with. She found maintaining the eye contact much easier through the curtain. "What's with the curtain?" Wednesday asked. Enid blinked. "Well." Enid's gaze turned to look at her computer, and she began typing furiously. Wednesday could tell she was just smashing gibberish. "The color was bothering you" Enid mumbled, not bothering to look at Wednesday. Wednesday thought about it, and then immediately turned on her heel and walked out. The favor would be returned.

Wednesday didn't have much money. Unfortunately, she had been cut off by her family in order to learn about the struggles of capitalism. It was effective. But she had just enough money. Just enough to get something for Enid. She would have to forego her Sunday evening Quad, but oh well. She would bare her Sunday of writing with pure resilience of a writer such as Machiavelli. But the thing was, Wednesday was having a hard time deciding what to get Enid. It was a hard decision, as she was stuck between two things. One item was a horridly disgusting "squishmallow", a plush style of toy she had seen scattered throughout Enid's room in multiple styles. And the other item being a pack of fluorescent glow in the dark nail polish. Finally, Wednesday relented to herself and got the nail polish, as it seemed to be a more useful gift for Enid, who never went a day without colorful cuticles. As she was paying for it, she felt the irrational thought poke the back of her brain that Enid wouldn't like her gift. Of course- that thought was ridiculous. Enid would be happy if Wednesday gave her a toothbrush. Somehow, the thought stirred a mixture of feelings in Wednesday's chest.

Back at her dorm, Wednesday felt a slight panic rise to her cheeks when she heard Enid enter the room. Her fingers had stilled on the type writer slowly, her gaze zoning in on her black nails. Hearing thing's quiet tapping of interest didn't help. Wednesday listened to Enid's footsteps, and then stiffened when she heard the rustling of Enid picking up the nail polish that Wednesday had settled on her bed. "Wednesday?" Wednesday nearly knocked down her crystal ball, and quickly set it back to the right place, glancing away from her reflection. "Y...Yes?" Wednesday muttered, feeling her eyes glance quickly around the room, even though her back was turned to Enid. "Did Yoko drop this off?" Enid asked. Wednesday rubbed her fingers over the smooth, comforting texture of her crystal ball. Did Enid really believe Yoko could have thought of such a thing for her? "No." She answered, tapping her nails, making a pleasant sound on the cool glass of her crystal ball. "I. I did" she managed to choke out, swallowing nervously. "You did?!" Squealed Wednesday. "Yes" said Wednesday, sounding all too sincere for her liking. "I saw the disgusting neons and I knew no poor soul but you would enjoy it, so I took it from the shelf so nobody else would have to see it" Wednesday breathlessly got out quickly, thankfully souring the good deed with the back handed insult.

Enid squealed once more, though Wednesday did not know what this squeal meant, as Enid's squeals ranged depending on the situation. This was a squeal she had never heard before. Enid rushed to her side of the room, and jumped on Wednesdays bed. She rolled onto her belly, and snapped her head up to grin at Wednesday. Wednesday quickly turned her head. "Thank you thank you thank you!!" She sung. Wednesday could feel a flush settle on her cheeks, and frowned deeper. "Don't make it weird" she hissed, already turning to look back at her typewriter keys and pretend to write to hide her blush, although she was ruining her novel with jibberish as a play to keep looking cool. "Oh, I will" giggled Enid. Wednesday's upper lip might have risen in pride at Enids smile from the corner of her eye but she quickly hid that too, and continued to work on the Love interest for her novel.

[rose-from-ashes]

[via bleedinghearth] For Beaft: 🌸 (Solus/Emet/Hades, Urianger (if he's on this blog), and Vaishant)

Solus:

"I'll start with the obvious: Teddy is convenient. There is nothing quite so useful for shutting up an irritating noble as a massive dragon staring them down. Under this falls the sense of dramatics he lends- I have always loved theatre, and he takes to it wonderfully.

Next is the matter of his sense of humor. Ah, he makes it difficult to stay in character sometimes, but the variety he brings to this dreary life is more than worth it. And it's always fun to make him laugh in turn, when no one is listening to me too closely.

And last... His perspective on life is... Refreshing. Do I agree with it? Not particularly. But it's a nice thought to indulge in at times, his optimism and love for life, even that of these sundered mortals... It is pleasant."

Urianger, who IS on this blog!:

"My love is... Kind, to me. T'was this which first caught my attention, back in the Waking Sands, when he approached me time and time again, unfaltering, and... Was kind. Perhaps my struggles with noise were plain, for he spotted them without a word, but if that is so, then it brings the question why he was the only one to accomodate. And if my needs are more difficult to predict, then this only serves to further demonstrate this aspect of his person, for he endured the work it took to learn before any other. This is my first and most vital trait which I shall name: Teddy's kind nature.

Perhaps equally important is the fact that Teddy is fierce. His kindness is no mere afterthought but an active choice, a choice to love the world and to fight for it. Many mistakenly conflate a kind nature with a meek one, but this is in every way inaccurate and inadequate, as Teddy so readily demonstrates- he will not tolerate cruelty nor allow the suffering to fall to the wayside under any circumstance. He will care for them under any circumstance or hardship, and he will stand against those who cause their pain.

Lastly there is the matter of his understanding. I am not a man skilled in the matter of communication, and my words have a way of failing me utterly and entirely too often. It is because of this that I am so verbose and thorough, to ensure that my meaning cannot possibly be misunderstood, and yet this fails me nearly as often as my silence does. And yet despite my struggles, oddities, and flaws... Teddy makes the effort to understand. In a twist of irony, this means more to me than I could possibly communicate, even to him."

Vaishant:

"You know, it's funny. I write songs all the time, but when it comes to him, I struggle to piece together three clear concepts. I just love him too much for words. But I'll try, and start simple: he laughs with me. I love the sound of it. I love when he joins in on the joke. I like seeing how hard I can make him lose it. And I love it when he returns the favor.

Next is his spontaneity. He really just... Decided to let me, a random guy, travel the world with him, just because. I never know what each day is going to be with him around, and I love that.

And last... I guess I like that he doesn't mind that I'm weird, or that I get caught up on some random thing and talk about it for days, or that I forget how old I am. He's always there, and he loves me. And I feel safe knowing that he's not going to stop or disappear because of some random thing. He's sticking with me, and I'm sticking with him."

[supportingfire]

" thoma, it's okay - really. " and it is, truly. a lot of time had passed since the days when they were reckless youths, playing, pretending they didn't have bigger responsibilities waiting for them. gone were the days when diluc would gaze longingly at jean, and thoma ; diluc, and ... kaeya ; thoma. childhood crushes were fleeting things after all, miracles if one got the chance to act on them. if anyone deserved a miracle, it was his brother. " charles probably thought you knew ! i'm sure he wouldn't have brought it up otherwise. he was used to me coming in , complaining about my latest infatuation. " it's awkward, and a tad vulnerable. and frostwind doesn't like it one bit. " i assure you that even back then , your companionship was too important for me to sabotage. it still is. now so more than ever. i needn't remind you that if anyone hurts diluc there would be hell to pay. don't think i'll go easy on you just because we're friends. "

he remembers what it was like, to be young and experiencing an emotion you thought was love for the first time. it was an important time in a kid's life, but it was also incredibly transitory. a stage of growth that lead to more permanent outcomes. did his fourteen-year-old self look at diluc and think, with dreamy sighs, they would be together forever? sure, maybe in his daydreams. but it wasn't until a decade later, when he returned a stronger man, was thoma able to make sense of it all. the first crush was important to figuring out who you were, but it didn't define it.

even with knowing that, thoma can't help the feel of guilt that has floated around his person since earlir that morning. since it was casually joked that the ragnvindr brothers both pined after the wrong person in their youth. thoma hadn't even seen it, too busy watching diluc chase jean…kaeya had been doing the same, but with him. how isolating must that have felt for a young man, just coming in to his own? thoma recalls the times they did spend together, when diluc was busy being the youngest knight the faction had ever seen; waiting up late at the winery for him to come home. whispering under pillow forts to not wake the maids. kaeya didn't indulge too often his personal shortcomings, even when they were kids, but every once in a blue moon…thoma would hear it. the longing to be as good as his brother. the desire to be favored. still just kids, thoma hadn't been sure how to help. he was struggling with his own hardships, after all. now and adult, he believes kaeya when captain says it was alright. time forever marched on, childhood crushes fizzled and withered.

but still. how lonely must kaeya have felt then? and then retainer left without much word...thoma feels a soft ache in his heart.

"i have always cherished our friendship, you know that," at least, thoma hopes the man does, "if i ever made you feel isolated, or rejected…i'm sorry. even though we were kids, i never wanted you to hurt. i…knew what that felt like. if i had known…" a pause. thoma isn't sure what to say. what would he have done had he known the truth? he was a child, the answer was hard to find. so he doesn't answer at all, not wanting to respond with something that might not have been truthful.

"i'm happy we're still friends. and i'm happy we get to be family…you don't have to worry about me, i think i'd sooner fall on my own spear than hurt diluc."

[nyalternatehellkitten]

(as discussed on Discord, I realized that we hadn't actually written Kyouko's confession to Nyalter and instead just accepted it as an off-screen event, and I wanted to fix that.)

Throughout their time together, Kyouko could feel herself steadily growing more fond of Nyalter, going from a stranger, to an ethusiastic Choujuu Gigaku fan, to a friend she wanted to know better through inviting backstage to hang out, going on picnics, visiting her house for dinner, and other such outings together.

All of which she enjoyed greatly, being in the company of the kasha whose affectionate nature helped alleviated the stress of daily struggles that come with juggling her life as a priest-in-training and punk rocker; she never thought she would meet someone so special to her that something as simple as a hug or kind word from them could evaporate most worries she was facing that day.

Keyword being most; there was one last worry she had to confront: did Nyalter feel the same way?

Inviting Nyalter backstage after a concert as she usually did, she would summon all her courage to find out.

"Did you have fun at the concert? I actually messed up one of the lyrics during that last song; I hope no one noticed, hahaha!" she cheerfully opens before slowly moving her head away and exhaling deeply.

"Anyway, there's something else I wanted to tell you while you're here..." she takes another deep breath with her head down.

"I wanted to say I..." she looks up at Nyalter, "I really love you! Every time Misty and I host one of these concerts, I always invite you here after each concert just because I want to be alone with you as often as possible. When I'm sweeping the temple grounds I always wonder if you'll come and visit me that day--it's like you're the only thing I can think about anymore. You're so nice to me and I just want to spend as much time as I can returning the favor."

"I-I even like it when you pet me and call me a good girl even though it sounds patronizing when other people do it! What I'm asking though is... will you be my girlfriend?!"

"Well, I think if you messed up at the concert, nobody would really notice, right? Unless it's a song you've performed before."

Although sometimes, when Kyouko is shouting at the top of her lungs into the microphone, it's a little bit difficult to even make out what she's saying...

"Anyways, it was a good concert. I had fun~"

Kyouko probably noticed, given how excitedly Nyalter was bouncing around in the front of the audience, but she'll confirm it either way. The Yamabiko seems a little nervous right now, so it's probably validation she seeks, right?

The Yamabiko's confession, on the other hand, is a little more serious than Nyalter was expecting. A part of her is a little surprised anyone could spend this much time thinking about her, but maybe that's not surprising. Kyouko's a little needy with her sometimes, she's noticed, and in a way that she often isn't with anyone else.

"Oh... Wow..."

She wasn't expecting that. Of course, a part of her is thinking about being cheeky and just replying I thought we were already girlfriends? but that seems inappropriate, given Kyouko's state of agitation.

"Well, I mean... I have no problem with that..."

Nyalter pats Kyouko over the head and calls her a good girl. That should get the idea across.

"Sure, I'll be your girlfriend~"

It seems a bit anticlimactic to just say it and leave it at that, so Nyalter gives Kyouko a kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. That will, hopefully, get the idea across just as well as her words.

[moonieshinesims]

Generation One - Chapter Seven

River has been found and is now recovering at the hospital, however, Ichiban now owes a favor to his father and must return home to pay off his debts. How will River cope with the trauma of what has recently happened to her along with the disappearance of her boyfriend?

A few days before River was allowed to leave the hospital, Bee surprised her by telling her that they were going to be staying with her grandparents for a while.

"I just can't be near that house right now..." her mom had said. River told her and the police that she'd been kidnapped right in their front yard and ever since then her mom had been wary of being around the place herself, let alone letting her daughters go anywhere near the house or yard on their own.

"At least mom and dad live close to your school. One of them can even come pick you up when you're done with classes."

"Mom! By the time I'm outta here I'll only have summer school. And how are you going to feel when I go off on my own to college?" River knew that she would struggle with her own fears and trauma due to what happened to her, but she was trying to look at the situation realistically. She was going to be leaving home soon.

Very soon.

"I'll think about that when it happens."

River looked down at the envelope and realized the handwriting was Ichiban's. Her face turned red and she clutched the envelope to her chest.

She didn't feel like reading it right then in front of her mom, so she stowed it away in the bag of things that was brought from home.

A few days later, it was time for River to leave the hospital...

River was going to have to have sessions with a psychiatrist for a while. She'd never been to therapy before, so she wondered what that would be like.

But for now she wasn't going to worry about it. She was finally getting out of the hospital!

Home of course, was someplace different for a while, maybe forever...

Her mom's parents Greta and Garrett lived in a huge house in Copperdale, only a few blocks down from her school. It wouldn't be her school much longer, but her mom was right. Being closer would be safer.

Her grandpa was once a pilot and grandma was a commercial actress, hence all the money for the giant house.

Because the two of them were always busy, Bee never had much of a relationship with them. When she was young, she ran away with River's dad, a decision that Greta and Garrett told her was a mistake.

While River and eventually Mercy came from the union, not much else did. River's dad ran out on the family shortly after Mercy was born, but not once did Bee go crawling back to her parents.

This time, it was different...

It was hard staying positive while surrounded by so many strange things. River's room had been decorated by her grandma before her arrival, which was sweet and all, but everything felt so foreign. Before she would have cursed the hodge-podge of yard sale furniture and crappy thrift store finds in her old room, but now she wanted it more than ever.

She felt so out of place here.

Even worse was how her sister kept avoiding her and treating her like she had some kind of disease. When she was in the hospital, Mercy seemed concerned, but ever since she got out, things between the two of them were more tense than they'd ever been.

Bad vibes? River wondered. Where did she learn that phrase? Doesn't she understand what I've been through?

Of course she didn't, and hopefully never would, but it still hurt that Mercy was being so cruel.

One saving grace about the house and the situation, was that Grandma Greta had turned her husband's "man cave" in the basement that he no longer used, into a cool hangout for River.

"Just in case you want to get away from it all." She'd said.

A few nights after River had settled into the house, she decided to pull out the letter that her mom had given her in the hospital.

The letter from Ichiban.

So, the rumors among her classmates had been true all along. Ichiban was from one of those Mt. Komorebi crime families. Even with the promise of seeing each other again in the future, how could he be so sure? What if he ended up in prison, or worse?

She wanted to scream to the high heavens about everything. She didn't even know how to describe how she was feeling, but it all hurt so damn bad.

Thankfully, she had her first counseling session was coming up. Hopefully this doctor would help her get her mind straight again.

[hawkss-whore]

(pic credit: viol_vrt on twt)

At Home Meal (NSFW 18+)

You felt like surprising Hawks today. So you spent hours cooking a nice meal and getting ready. You cleaned the house and set candles around the house. You put on a nice red skin tight dress with your hair up in a ponytail with curls. You didn't put on too much makeup, just a bit of mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss. You were getting nervous the closer the time came for Hawks to get home. You were looking at your phone constantly, checking the time over and over. Then you heard keys nearby, he was home.

Hawks: Hey babybird, today was a long day-

Hawks just stands at the door looking at you

Y/n: What? Is something wrong?

Hawks: Did- Did you do all of this for me baby?

Y/n: Yeah, I just thought we deserved some romance, we haven't had much of it lately. Do you like it or is it too much? Sorry I just wanted it to be special but I guess I kind of went overboard, I even wore this nice dress but maybe I should have worn something more simple. I'm sorry-

Hawks: No no babybird. I love it. This is amazing, and you look so sexy in that dress like wow. I mean you always look sexy but damn babybird, what did I do to deserve someone like you. This is beautiful, it's perfect.

You sigh, okay good at least he didn't think I was going overboard. You felt yourself relax as the most stressful part already passed. He said he loved it, that's all that mattered.

You both ate the meal you cooked for him. It felt nice, finally being able to be with him. Even if it wasn't at some fancy restaurant, everything felt perfect like if it was a dream, a dream come true. You both laughed and joked around while you ate. It felt like that teenage love, the one where the possibilities are endless and where anything is possible. God you loved him so much. You wished this moment would never end. As you both finished your meal you got up to start washing the dishes and cleaning. As you're starting to wash dishes Hawks comes up behind you and grabs your hips, pulling you towards him.

Y/n: Hawks, stop that. I need to clean up.

Hawks: *he whispers in your ear*  The dishes can wait. I'm in the mood for dessert baby

Y/n: Dessert? From where? I didn't make any, wait I can go to the store and buy us some cake or ice cream, Dessert?? How could I forget!

Hawks: *giggles* You are just so adorable aren't you feather? God sometimes I don't know how that innocent little brain of yours ended up falling for me

Y/n: What are you talking abou-

Hawks: *growls in your ear* You're my dessert baby, you and that tasty, soft, sexy body of yours. I want to eat it all up. I wanna taste every inch of you. And it's not fair if only I have dessert, so why don't we both serve each other on a platter and dig in. You like the sound of that baby?

Y/n: I- Right now? Are you sure? Bu-

Hawks kisses you roughly before you can finish your sentence

Hawks: Cmon babybird, let's do less talking and more kissing

Hawks picks you up and sets you on the island in the kitchen. He starts kissing your neck while leaving small hickies behind. God it felt so good. You started breathing fast and moaning softly. I hate how good he is at making me melt in his hands.

Hawks: Already aroused babybird? We haven't even started *chuckles*

Ugh, you hated how much he teased you. But at the same time, you loved it so much. And speaking of teasing, he started to trail his finger, from your chest, to your stomach, to just above your panties. You tensed up. You knew what was coming next.

Hawks: Oh am I getting too close? Do you want me to keep going or to stop here?

You hated when he did that, he knew you wanted him to keep going but he wanted to tease you. He always wanted you to beg for the thing both of you knew you wanted. You let out soft moans, maybe he'll accept that as a yes.

Hawks: I need you to tell me you want it babybird, I wanna hear you say you want my fingers in you

Fuck, you were growing desperate, he was right there why couldn't he just do it? It was starting to stress you out. You NEEDED him to put his fingers inside you. So you did what he said.

Y/n: Please, finger me daddy. Please I beg you, I need your fingers inside me. I'm desperate for your touch.

Hawks: *grins* That's more like it babybird

He starts fingering you. You try to hold back the moans, but it's so hard. He starts with one finger then not long after slides a second one in. God it felt so good. He kisses your neck as he continues to finger you. You are struggling to keep yourself under control, to keep yourself from screaming from satisfaction.

Hawks: Aww cmon songbird. Let me hear that beautiful song of yours. I wanna hear every single note. I want to know that you like this. Doesn't matter who hears, I won't stop till you scream my name as your cumming.

Fuck. You knew he was serious. He wouldn't let you cum until you were screaming his name. What if the neighbors hear? How would they look at me? God that would be so embarrassing. But we can worry about that when it happens, because right now I don't think I could be quiet even if I tried to. God this man knows how to use his fingers.

Your moans started to escape your mouth, they spilled out of your mouth as you stopped trying to hold them back. You were so loud they probably heard you outside. But you didn't care, because you felt so good right now.

Hawks: God baby you are so sexy. I think I want a taste of that. Don't mind if I do.

Hawks starts kissing you, slowly making his way down to where his fingers were. You twitched the closer his mouth got to its destination. You waited, he was taking his time on purpose. You wanted to just push his head down to speed up the process, but you knew it'd be worse for you than him if you did that. So you waited for what felt like a lifetime. Of course, he can't do anything without teasing you first.

Hawks: Do you feel how close I am babybird? Do you feel my hot breath on your inner thighs? Oh twitching? Are you that desperate for my tongue baby? Should I keep going? Or should I-

You couldn't wait anymore, you got impatient. You crossed your legs and pushed hawks face into your pussy. Cutting him off before he could even finish what he was gonna say. You might get in trouble but right now, you NEEDED his tongue in you. Whatever happens later, whatever punishment you get doesn't matter. Right now you needed this.

Hawks: Wow songbird, awfully needy aren't you? I'll let it slide this one time. I love how desperate you are for my touch. I love that right now, i'm the only one who can get you to cum. So, don't mind if I do.

He continues to tongue fuck you, it felt so good. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. Wow that man sure can use his tongue for something more useful than  talking. You couldn't contain yourself. You were struggling to stay still. This gave Hawks more confidence, knowing you were falling apart right in front of him because of what he was doing.

Y/n: I- I'm going to cum

Hawks: Oh are you now songbird? Then let's speed the process up shall we?

Y/n: Yes, please daddy make me cum. I beg you. I'm so close. Please jus-

You came. It felt amazing. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. You were struggling to breathe. Wow that was just amazing. You felt like every bit of energy was just drained from you.

Hawks: Oh kid, were not done here. That was just the beginning.

Hawks picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You were so tired. But I still wanted more. You wanted to feel every part of his body on you. You wanted to return the favor and make him feel good.

Hawks: Now, how about we shut that mouth of yours with my cock

He didn't let you answer. He quickly picked you up. You were now standing in 69 position.

Hawks: Now, why don't you suck my cock with that pretty face of yours feather?

You do. You start sucking his dick. You use both hands as well. You want to show him what you can really do. You can hear him moaning. It felt so good knowing he was moaning because of you. You feel his breathing against your inner thighs, no he can't be serious. He starts tongue fucking you again.

Y/n: Hawks no. I can't take it. I already cummed once I can't take anymor-

You were cut off by your own moans escaping from your mouth

Hawks: This is punishment for forcing me to eat you out like that earlier. Don't get me wrong it turned me on but i'd like to do things at my pace. You didn't actually think i'd let it slide now did you babybird? Even a bird brain would know that. Wow look at that, still dripping wet. Let me clean that up for you

Fuck! You knew he wasn't gonna let it slide. But god was it so hot. You sucking his dick while he's eating your pussy. The room was filled with moans.

Not long after, you were both on the verge of orgasming. Then, it happened. You both orgasmed at the same time. Wow did it feel amazing. You both were out of breath, struggling to breathe.

Hawks: Wow songbird, didn't know you had that in you. Now, how about I put something else in that pussy of yours huh?

Y/n: O-okay

Hawks: Do you not want me to kid? Cause to me it sounds like you don't want me to. I won't give you something you don't want. So if you do want it, beg. Beg for me to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow.

Why does he always have to tease? It's so annoying. But boy does he look so hot when he does. The dominance. Knowing he could do anything and that you were his and only his. Ugh he was just so damn sexy and irresistible.

Y/n: Yes daddy. Please f- fuck my pussy. Fuck me so hard that I can't walk. Please, I beg you.

Hawks: That's more like it

He throws you on the bed and quickly climbs on top of you. And without hesitation, he puts his cock inside of you. You flinch at first, but god did it feel good. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. You thought to yourself, I can't orgasm 3 times, I will lose my mind.

Hawks: How do you like that babybird? Why don't you sing me that song of yours again. I wanna hear it echoing through the room. I wanna hear you screaming baby, won't you do that for daddy?

Y/n: *shaky breath* Y- yes D- daddy

Hawks: That's a good songbird. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk. I'm gonna have to carry you everywhere after this. I am gonna destroy you kid.

Oh it was so hot when he was dominant. When he spoke about destroying you. Wow, you were struggling to even think straight at this point. You were a mess, the mascara running down your face, you drooling and struggling to breathe. It was all a beautiful mess.

You were both about to cum again. You can tell he was because you felt his cock pulsating like it did when he was about to cum. And he could tell you were too, he felt your pussy tightening around his cock as you got close to your orgasm.

Hawks: Aww fuck babybird! I can feel it, you need to cum too right? Well cum, cum for daddy. Let's cum together kid. God, I'm so close! I-

And just like that, You both cummed at the same time again. You were so tired, you quickly felt your limbs fall. That was a wild ride. You felt so good.

Hawks: FUCK BABYBIRD! You sure know how to milk a cock dry. How did I get so lucky with such a beautiful girl who has such a sexy body? I just wanna kiss every single part of that sweet body of yours. But right now, I think we're both pretty tired out. I know I am.

Y/n: Yeah. But what about the dishes, we left everything out I should go clean it up-

Hawks: Shhh we can do that tomorrow babybird, right now I just want to cuddle you. I want to hold you and play with your hair. You deserve some love after what you just did cause wow baby, you were amazing. I love you for more than just your body, you know that right kid?

Y/n: I know

Hawks: I want you to know that I don't need sex, sure its definitely a plus being able to have sex with you. But I don't need it. What I need is you, your love, your hugs, your smile, your laugh, that's what I need from you. All of that is better than sex. Now, come get closer, let me hold you babybird

You scoot over to hawks side of the bed. You lay on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat, it's not racing as fast as it was before. Yours still was, I mean I did orgasm 3 times. I don't even know how i'm holding myself together right now.

Hawks tells you as he lightly scratches your back

Hawks: I love you kid. And I know I already said it but I will say it a million more times if I have to. You really are the most important person to me baby, I never wanna lose you. Now, let's get some sleep okay baby. Just relax, I'm here, by your side. And I will be here by your side, for the rest of forever.

He kisses your forehead. You felt so safe. I wish everyday was like this. Not the rough sex, although I wouldn't mind it. But being here, in his arms. It's a feeling I can't explain. It's a feeling I never wanna forget.

In just a few minutes you both ended up falling asleep. Well, another wild day has come to an end. Ugh I love him so much. I don't think I could ever find someone like him again.

[darkshinsou]

Baking Fails with Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tendou Satori, Miya Osamu, and Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warnings: You are depicted as a housewife but other then that, none, pure fluff, full of love, will give you a cavity from how sweet it is

a/n: This is dedicated to @sugaslittleangel ( this is the recipe I based the melonpan on)

Sugawara Koushi:

Okay

This guy is literal sweetheart

You could have burned down the kitchen and all he would say is, "Well, I was thinking of remodelling anyways" <3

But any who

You wanted to make your lover cookies

Homemade cookies

So, you get all the ingredients and start making the dough

You didn't do the measurements correctly though, and the dough is kind of clumpy

Thinking that it won't matter, you roll the dough into little balls and set it on to the baking sheet

When the timer rings, you pull then out excitedly, only to pout

Why do they look so... Ugly?

You wait for the cookies to cool a bit before taking a bite of it and-

Oh my god, that is the worst cookie you haver ever tasted

You spit it out and decide that you'll add more oil and butter to the batter

That didn't turn out well

After trying a couple more times, you are close to tears in the middle of the kitchen floor

Only for Koushi to walk in on the mess you have created

And you crying on the floor

He crouches next to you and asks gently, "What's wrong, Sugar?"

You look at him and point at the mess

"I failed to bake you cookies" You sob

Hoe looks at the cookies and each pan looks different to the next

And what does this sweet little big shit do?

He eats them

A cookie from every. Single. Pan

And he eats them like they are the tastiest cookies he has ever had

After he finishes, he leans down and wipes the tears from your face

"Don't cry, Sugar. They are delicious. I love you"

He kisses you on the head and helps you stand up

"Now, let's clean this up"

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

You are an absolute sweetheart to him

And he loves it

You always make his bentos for lunch

You also make sure to add his beloved umeboshi and he's always greatful

So, when you are feeling extra ambitious, you decide to make melonpan

Which was probably not the smartest idea since you have never baked bread before

So, you start with the cookie dough, which is easy enough, and then the bread dough

Now this

This is when you done fucked up

But you didn't even realize it at the time

Music playing, you singing along, you didn't realise that you put too much flour

So, when you put the bread in and take it out, you stare in disappointment

The bread didn't rise

You figure that okay, fine, I'll just do it again

And you do

But this time, it was burnt

What's worse, you hear the door close and Omi calling your name

You freak and immediately go to stop Omi from coming into the kitchen

But you are too late

And Omi walks in on the disaster you made of the kitchen

He looks around, curious and somewhat annoyed

"What's... Going on, y/n?"

You look at him, then look away and mutter, "I was trying to make you melonpan, but it didn't go well..."

He sighs, "Y/n, you made a mess. Please clean it up"

You look at him and when you see the annoyed look on his face, you suddenly start crying

His eyes widen and automatically he's pulling you into an embrace, shh-ing you and apologizing

"I- I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just- practice was extra hard today. And Bokuto wouldn't shut the fuck up. Please, forgive me?"

"I'm sorry, too, Omi. Let me clean this up and get started on dinner. You go take your shower and relax, yeah?"

He let's go of you and shakes his head

"We'll clean this together, than you can prepare dinner"

You smile fondly at him and get to work

Tendou Satori:

Okay, so we all know that Tendou is a sweetheart

Especially you

So when you decide that you want to return the favor, you go out and buy ingredients for brownies

And get started immediately after kissing him goodbye

Tying the pink apron around your waist, you pour the ingredients into the mixing bowl

After you think it's mixed, you set them into the pan and stick then in the oven

When the timer goes off, you snatch the brownies out of the oven

After letting the brownies cool, you take a knife and go to take a piece to try it

But the brownie won't cut

You struggle to just get that little piece and when you do get it, it's hard as a rock

You don't know what you did to fuck it up this badly, but Tendou wasn't supposed to come home anytime, so you figure that as long as you clean up and hide the failure that you call brownies

Too bad Tendou got out early from work and decided to surprise you

Singing your name as he closes the door, he quickly rids himself of his shoes and starts looking for you

You, on the other hand, are freaking out

You don't want Tendou to know about your failed attempt at baking

But then he walks into the kitchen and grins while humming out

"Oh? Did you make me brownies, paradise? Well, don't mode if I do!"

He grabs the piece that you had cut out and finishes it like it was the most delicious thing he has ever had

You stared at him, confused

"Didn't that hurt to chew?"

Tendou shakes his head and goes to get another piece

"It's delicious, Y/N! Thank you for spending time and doing this"

You smile softly and hug him from behind

"I love you, Satori."

Miya Osamu:

Okay, albeit, you can't cook for shit

And you definitely can't bake

But you still wanted to make something for your lover

So you decide to make something easy

And that would be chocolate chip cookies

You mix the ingredients in the boil and brush it off when the dough looks a little liquidy

Not a word but whatever-

After setting them in the oven and setting the timer, you clean up the mess you left

When the timer goes off, you hop to it, fetching them out of the oven and setting them down

And-

Why do they looking so... Disgusting??

You wait for the cookies to cool down a bit before tasting one

And it tasted fine, if not a little bit off

But... They were so ugly

You sigh sadly and almost jump out of your skin when you hear someone ask

"Why the sigh, Y/N?"

You turn around, for getting about the cookies and grin

"'Samu!! What are you doing home so early?"

He smiles at you and walks the rest of the way to you, placing a kiss on your head while explaining the reason

"I closed the shop early today. Why does it smell so good in here?"

You frown when remembering the cookies and tell him

"I tried making you cookies, but they didn't turn out like I thought they would..."

He hums in acknowledgement and grabs a cookie from the sheet, biting into it and smiling

"They taste delicious, Y/N. Thank you"

You look up at him and silently thank the Lord for giving you such a lovely husband

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

You both can't bake for crap

Like, you've tried and tried

But they wither come out burnt or disgusting

But you decided that you would try one more time

So you start to make the batter for cake

Angel cake, to be exact

But the one thing you forgot about is that the center piece can be removed

So, after pouring the batter into the pan, you grab it by the top

And the batter goes everywhere

You watch in utter horror as the batter forms a puddle

You quickly go to grab a towel to and bowl

Scooping the batter into the bowl, you hear the door open

And now you are now full on panicking and ready to cry

Ushijima, on the other hand, is calling out your name and were you are

He searches the living room and bedroom before figuring out that you are in the kitchen

And that's were he finds you, scooping up batter while tears fall from your eyes

"I'm I'm really sorry, Toshi." You hiccuped and he stares in shock before kneeling down to stop you

"Go get cleaned up, sweetheart. Let me do this, okay?"

You nod your head and head towards the bathroom as he cleans up the mess

You change into shorts and his sweatshirt, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms

He walks out when he's finished cleaning and finds you curled on the couch

"Sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower real quickly and than we can get takeout, watch some movies, okay?"

You nod and apologize one more time

"It's okay, honey. Just relaxed. I'll be out soon."

2 hours later and you guys are cuddling on the couch with your head on his chest

He was stroking your hair as you slept and he couldn't have asked for a better wife

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

-TW: Physical and emotional abuse done by mother and Stepfather, abandonment/absence of biological father, mental illness, suicidal ideation, domestic violence

-Seeking advice and reassurance-(This is mostly a way for me to ask if she's just really good at gaslighting or if I'm overreacting)

My mother is usually the one considered kind and loving by my entire family, but she has very high expectations for me since she wasn't ever able to do anything she wanted with her life after getting pregnant with me. A long time ago, when she found out my dad was cheating she confronted him and he got violent. She told me that she ended up stabbing him in the eye and fleeing to my grandparents house with me. While living there, I was left alone frequently all day or left with people unfit to care for a child while my mother was at work. She would sometimes just not come back untill the next day, and when she did return, it wasn't pleasant. After we moved out of there, my mom started dating my Stepfather, and while he loved me, he wasn't good at parenting at all either. When he was frustrated or angry he'd yell, and when I did something 'wrong' he'd punish my physically (He'd get angry at me for talking too much, struggling with school work, not watching the road while he drives, stuff like that.) I remember complaining about tooth pain so much, that he grabbed an old wrench, forced me down, and pulled the tooth untill it was out all while my mom watched begging me silently to just stop struggling so it'd be over with. He'd also force feed me if I couldn't eat all he made, drive recklessly to scare me, and force me under hot water before hitting me with a belt or switch so that it'd hurt more. When I told my mom about this stuff, she said that since that was how he was raised, I should be thankful that it's not any worse that it was already. Even though she defended his actions, they still fought a lot (physically and verbally) and since he had a lot of health issues it usually ended as a one sided battle. Soon, he died from a heart attack which put my mother into a depressive episode for a few years. I was expected to preform well in school, while she would ignore me in favor of work or social media; sometimes yelling and pushing me around when I asked her to go to the grocery store or to make food. When covid struck soon after my stepfathers death, she got even worse. She had to quit the job she's had for years and find a better paying one. It lated from 12pm-1am and I was always going to sleep crying or hungry because there just wasn't enough time for anything. We fought every night, and she would always attack my self confidence, poking at things I disliked about myself. A few times things got physical, but I was too afraid to do anything back except for run. My grades dropped significantly, and my mother started threatening to share my private school information with her new boyfriend. One day, when she and him confronted me about it, I accidentally reacted badly to a sudden movement out of fear, (I said this "if you hit me, I'll record it bitch") and she grabbed me by the hair and just kept hitting me on the head, face, neck, wherever she could reach continuously yelling at me to apologize. After that I had to write 200 lines about how I would never disrespect her again. A few months later, I tell my teacher what's been happening and he calls CPS. Every social worker that came by just made things progressively worse, so I started lying just to get out of the situation. I didn't have my own room or bed so I had to stay right there with her no matter what happened during the day. I just want to know if it's okay for me to feel deep resentment for my everyone involved? As I stated before, my stepdad had diabetes and actually ended up as an amputee eventually so feel like I should've been able to protect myself.

(Also, I already submitted an ask like this but I couldn't find it so I'm submitting it again. Sorry if that's not what I'm supposed to do.)

Hey anon,

You are definitely not overreacting. All of what you're describing is abusive and absolutely not okay. You deserve so, so much better.

You do not need to be thankful that the abuse you're enduring isn't worse. That is a manipulative idea used to try and control you. You deserve safety, respect, kindness, and care.

Your feelings are valid. You are completely justified in feeling resentment. There are so many adults who have failed you. You deserve better. You are a wonderful, worthy, important person. None of this abusive treatment you're experiencing is your fault, nor is it justified.

I hope you're safe now.

- Misa

[beautifulterriblequeen]

The Thief and the Tinker, Part 4: Circles and Cycles

part 3

Part 4

Viren: *smirks and plinks Runaan's coin to Ethari*

Ethari, furious: You throw another Moonshadow at me and I'm gonna lose it.

Circles and Cycles

Angst rating: 8/10

Back to Ethari, because we're not done with him yet. Ethari is soft, but he isn't weak. He won't be a willing pawn for Viren. He loves Runaan to the point of invention, and his devotion is more constant than the moon itself. He'll agree to do what Viren says, and he'll be Very Sad. But his spirit is in no way broken. Viren bribing him with the coins containing his family will only have the opposite effect. It'll give Ethari something to fight for.

We could get Focused Chaos Ethari. We could get Angery Trickster Ethari. We could get Rules, What Rules? Ethari. Let him try to steal the coins, try to break them, try to kill Viren, and be stymied at every turn, until he settles and seems cowed. And then all he does is craft his way out of the problem.

What if we are gifted with Iron Man Elf Ethari, who pretends to build a fake Key for Viren, but meanwhile he's really building a coinbuster with whatever he can get his hands on - primal stones, magically imbued gemstones, stolen artifacts, his own arcanum, his own reputation as the Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove. He'll use almost - almost - anything, to stop Viren and free his family.

Ethari may have to choose between those two things, though. And he's a hero, deep down, just like his family, just like his daughter. If he has to choose, he'll choose to stop Viren and save Xadia. He'll pay the same price as his family has if he must.

He'd let Viren think he was motivated purely by wanting his family back, but Ethari is far too steeped in the illusion and sacrifice for that to be all there is to his motives. It's a so-close-and-yet-so-far thing, how he and Viren almost embody the same ideals. Almost. Ethari would take one look at Viren, who just burnt down his whole Forest, he'd see the biggest threat in Xadia, and he'd say anything to get a chance to stop this juggernaut of destruction from getting his hands on whatever that ultimate power really is, locked behind that missing key. If he has to abandon his people and bawl his eyes out to convince Viren he's in, then he will.

And Viren wouldn't make it easy for him. He knows clever when he sees it. He went through all this trouble to persuade Ethari to work with him. He would need to keep Ethari as off-balance as possible to ensure that he keeps working as he should.

Angsty jewelry, anyone?

Viren giving Ethari his husband in pendant form to remind him what he's working for, when Viren and Ethari both know full well that only dark magic can open the hellcoins. Ethari wearing another pendant of his love, except it's not a metaphor this time. It's literally his love, in a coin around his neck.

Viren would love making Ethari stay close to him of his own free will if he ever hoped to free Runaan. Making people bind themselves to you is a big power flex. Remember that TDP stream future-season teaser note about Bait being in a creepy restraint in a future season?

This card is written on in all-caps, so that really could be "Bait" or "bait," or--knowing this show--both. Viren's been using Runaan as bait for Ethari all along. Putting his coin in a dark magic pendant casing for Ethari to wear would be a great parallel for that. Oh god. Oh man.

Maybe he'll stab the coin's scary casing right through that circle on Ethari's chest, right over his heart, make that Iron Man reference really obvious. Ethari also losing his shirt at some point, for angsty Viren-related reasons? It's more likely than you think. I mean... Ethari is literally involved in both forms of forging at this point. Shirt's gotta come off for uhhhh work reasons. And because he's hot. Because of all the forging. Mmhmm. I mean how else are we finally going to discover what his markings look like this is research I swear

I mentioned that I liked god-tier villains, right? Yeah, this is amazing. I haven't wanted to die and ascend over an idea for quite a while, but Ethari vs Viren in a drawn-out battle of wills would kill me in the best way. Especially since, while it looks like they're essentially fighting for who gets Runaan, they're truly fighting a much larger battle with much higher stakes. They're fighting for the future itself. It's an epic struggle between the Narrative of Strength and the Narrative of Love. And we've seen what happens, over and over, when the Narrative of Strength gets to call the shots.

On a meta note: If Ruthari's story arc isn't a love letter from one trauma survivor to another, and on a broader scope to all survivors who see it, I don't know what is. Sometimes life just chews us up and spits us out and we can't stop it and it breaks us. But sometimes we can reach out and grasp the chance to help each other, even after that, even when it hurts a lot, because we know what it means to be loved, and to love, and to want a safer future for each other and for people we'll never meet. The future is worth standing together for, helping each other back up for, fighting side by side for, even if you can't see how it'll end, or even how to begin. We are stronger together, and sometimes we need to fight for our "together" before we can fight for anything else. And that's worth it, every time.

This is glorious, it's beautiful, it's tragic, it's amazing, it makes me want to dance, it makes me want to scream into the void, it makes me want to slap someone with a semi truck. No, someone specific, don't worry, and he super deserves it.

Because Ethari is going to win. He was always going to win. He's soft, and he's clever, and he hasn't forgotten what love means. It's what he's fighting for. Not power, not control. Love. He doesn't want to dictate Runaan's future or anyone else's. He just wants his husband--and everyone else--to have one at all.

So he's going to win.

What thwarting Viren looks like, I couldn't possibly guess. TDP is no stranger to angst, so there will probably be a high cost involved in outwitting the dark mage. Maybe not everyone can be rescued from the coins. Maybe Ethari will lose his life, or his soul, or his vision, or something else really angsty. Viren could even kill him and resurrect him as a smoky craftsman, or a zombie craftsman, or something equally biddable but horrible. The only thing I'm sure of is that Ethari would never willingly make a working Key of Aaravos Ethari as long as there's a chance Viren could possess it. But I do believe that if he gets the right opportunity while he's busy saving the world from Viren's dark intentions, he'll break his husband's hellcoin open somehow and set him free, even if he has to smile at the devil to do it.

Ethari understands the difference between "you can" and "therefore you should." He might sacrifice his own world to save his husband, but he'd never sacrifice someone else's world. That's one of the Moonshadow cultural limits I've noticed: they accept boundaries when it comes to other people's autonomous rights, especially regarding life and death.

These limits could get pushed. Ethari will be under great duress and emotional strain if he goes through this kind of interaction with Viren. And maybe he will choose some dark things. Everyone else has. But I'm placing all my eggs in the basket labeled "Saved By Love." Either I'm right, or I'll get the best angst omelets in the universe. And I do love omelets. A villain invented them, you know. ;)

Another support for Ethari not making the key for Viren: the real Key exists!

Callum has it right now. The plot doesn't need Ethari's key (yet? ever?), but it does need Ethari to learn what he's made of, to stand up for something, or against something, or both at once. And once he learns what he will and won't do and the universe has rewarded his discovery with the return of his beloved husband then Ethari will be ready to take on whatever else the plot has in mind for him.

Depending on the plan, all of these events could happen in S4, as a setup for even bigger things to follow. Viren's wishes can be thwarted here and the show's overall tension will only continue to rise. It would let Ethari flex yes pls his skills so we know who he is, it would show how driven Viren can be for a long-term goal, it would let Claudia saunter further downwards, it would reveal some human/Moonshadow history, and it would resolve the seasons-long tension regarding Runaan's fate, allowing for the cycle of speculation, feels, angst, and Ruthari fanart to begin again. ;) Viren would need to find another way to pursue his long-term goal. And Callum's Key will get a little more clarity on just how important it is to the fate of the world - which will make everything he does, and everyone he talks to, and anyone who knows what he's carrying, intensely important.

Nyx is gonna steal it isn't she, omg chaos birb

To Viren, Ethari was a main course, meant to be devoured and consumed in his lifelong quest for something that will finally satisfy. But to Ethari, Viren was just empty calories to be passed over in favor of ordering his perennial favorite dish, one more time.

Once Ethari escapes Viren's clutches with as much of his family as he can rescue, Viren may turn back to looking for the real Key, especially if someone's seen it recently. Hunting a kid probably seems easier than hunting a full-grown Moonshadow craftsman who just outsmarted him. okay so maybe Nyx stealing it would be a good thing and save Callum's life

Ethari could go on to help repair the Sunforge, or rebuild the Moonhenge, or work on constructing Moonshadow villages in Katolis if he hasn't been ghosted for abandoning everyone after the forest fire. He might build magical devices for any number of reasons, to help all kinds of characters. Hopefully, wherever he goes, he'll have Runaan with him, in some way, for at least a little while. Cycles be like, and I feel like Runaan will not want to remain still for long, for whatever reason. Does he need revenge, atonement, justice, a new body, to find Rayla, to find Ezran? He'll be back in action as soon as he can, I think.

Okay, but, I'm so soft at the thought of a scene where Runaan and Ethari come before King Ezran. The husbands tried to save their people Runaan's way, the old way, and it only continued to endanger them. Following the cycle, as Moonshadows do, was the wrong move. But the son of the last human Runaan killed reached out with mercy and broke a thousand years of suffering and sorrow and hatred. Ezran did what Runaan couldn't: he saved the Moonshadow elves from total destruction. And that, more than anything else in the world, could soften one very broody assassin's heart toward humans again.

What would Runaan do, if his heart truly changed toward humans? What would he say to Ezran? I could see him struggling for a long moment before dropping to one knee to pledge his heart as he once had to do before the Dragon Throne. He doesn't know any other way but to serve. Ezran, reading the whole room and everyone's feelings before he tells Runaan that No, we don't do that here. That he's free, and free means free. No chains, no oaths. Just trust and friendship. He should get to make his own decisions for a change, even though that can be hard and scary sometimes. Runaan being genuinely scared, because that's too much freedom. But he's not alone. He has Ethari, and Ezran, and Rayla, and Callum, and their people, and their allies. And no matter what else happens, the people of Katolis - elven and human - will find a way forward. Together.

part 5

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

whatever’s happening between you and hajime , tooru is not having any of it .

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saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀the moment you walked into the classroom, tooru felt his chest compress with the sight of you and hajime attached to each other by the hip. everything about what he saw was wrong, in every single aspect of the word. it sickened him down to the stomach. digust could never fully cover the monstrosity he witnessed.

⠀what the living hell was his girlfriend doing with his best friend, of all people?

⠀dare he even call iwaizumi his best friend at this point? friends, even?

⠀he wanted to go up to you and greet you, to ask about your being and if there was anything you needed. that's what a good boyfriend would do, right? then again, a good boyfriend wouldn't treat you like shit. nor would a good boyfriend blame you for things you had nothing to do with.

⠀and a good boyfriend certainly wouldn't tell you to fuck off, leading up to a car crash that would most likely ruin him for the rest of the year.

⠀"oikawa, are you not going to say anything to y/n?"

⠀shook from his thoughts at the mention of your name, tooru winced as he eyed the individuals around his desk. they all had the same face; angry, disgusted scowls meant for only him. he deserved it, he really did; he had purposely turned his head to the window the moment you walked in. he wanted to keep his gaze outside too, if not for these people around him.

⠀shrugging slightly as he looked up at his unwanted company, he spotted you standing idly at your designated desk. turning his vision slightly to the right, there was iwaizumi, paging you over and over again, but you weren't listening.

⠀no, your eyes were completely on his.

⠀his heart skipped a beat as your eyes focused on him and him alone, a million thoughts ran through his head like a marathon as he tried to understand why you were looking at him, and why you were looking at him so... curiously. did you know? did you remember everything? how much did hajime really tell you? it didn't take an idiot to know he had been spending the most time with you, so there was no guessing of what he's informed you of. as far as tooru knew, he'd already told you of how shitty of a boyfriend he was, and that he'd never be worth your time again.

⠀but if that were the case, you wouldn't have looked over at him so fondly. just one second of shared eye contact was enough to brand the image of you in oikawa's head for the rest of the day, leaving him to ponder on what he should do about you, and how to make his own life less miserable than what he had already bestowed upon himself. part of him wanted to give up, to accept that he was a complete asshole unworthy of redemption.

⠀and he would've accepted it too,

⠀if hajime iwaizumi wasn't in the picture.

⠀something about the way he looked so perfect, so delighted, so content with being right next to you, at your beck and call - it was disgusting. truely, utterly humilating. the way hajime was so quick to answer to your every need; tooru noticed it all day, the way iwaizumi came to your rescue every time you needed anything. directions, assistance with assignments, even remembering names. whatever your problem was, iwa had the solution. and it sickened tooru down to the pits of his stomach.

⠀it's as if he wanted to replace oikawa as your boyfriend.

⠀he ignored it in the past, whenever he heard rumors about the ace's crush on you. makki and mattsun would constantly tease iwaizumi about it, but would stop whenever the captain enter the room. there were only a couple of times where the brunet had fully listened in to a couple of conversations, but he never thought anything of it in the past. why should oikawa care if iwa had a crush on his girlfriend? tooru knew you were completely smitten over him, so there was nothing he had to be self-conscious about.

⠀looking at the two of you now, ignoring iwa's growing feelings for you added to his list of never-ending regrets.

⠀seeing how his best friend was able to sweep you away from him so easily, it scared tooru, to say the least. had he been planning this for a while? was he always eyeing for the day you and him would finally call it quits? tooru remembered vividly how quickly iwaizumi was to act upon you running out of the gym that dreadful day, and how he himself was frozen in nothing more than confusion. his first assumption was that you were running home, since you didn't live too far from seijoh.

⠀of course, that assumption ran clear down the drain the moment iwa returned with you bleeding out in his arms. tooru didn't know where you were bleeding from - most likely the head, assuming it was a car accident. you were fluttering in and out of consciousness, which scared oikawa back into reality.

⠀you were dying in iwaizumi's arms.

⠀he... he's your boyfriend, so he has every right to see if you're okay, right?

⠀so why the fuck won't iwaizumi let him near you?

⠀who gave him the right to tell him to stay away from you? no, he should be the one staying away from you, you were oikawa's girlfriend. his significant other. not iwaizumi's.

⠀yet, he was the one treating you the way a real boyfriend should.

⠀tooru was left alone at school again after another long day, his thoughts in a scramble as he walked around the halls to think. he considered walking into the gym, but he hadn't touched a single volleyball in weeks. did he even deserve to pick up a volleyball again? it was the sport that drove him into an angry frenzy, unleashing a chain reaction leading to your accident. it was by chance you got by with just a concussion and amnesia; it could've been much, much worse - worst being you dying. and it would've been your own boyfriend's fault.

⠀tooru turned the corner to bump into none other than hajime himself, who seemed to be in a hurry before laying eyes on his former captain. the two males stood in front of each other in silence, the tension grew heavy in the air. oikawa didn't want to be in his presence, nor did iwaizumi want to be in his presence. their lips were sealed, there wasn't anything that needed to be said between them.

⠀"hajime? where are you?"

⠀tooru's posture stiffened at your voice, his eyes immediately wandering to spot your whereabouts. why were you still here? why were both of you still here?

⠀"y/n..." his decision made, tooru was going to find you. even with iwaizumi here, that shouldn't stop him. as aggressive as iwa was sometimes, oikawa wasn't really scared of him. if he was going to talk to you, then he damn well was going to talk to you. and the things you deserved to hear from him were endless. "i'm going to talk to y/n, iwa-chan." he spat out the nickname, one usually addressed out of endearment, like venom. it threw the other off guard, but not long enough for tooru to walk past him.

⠀"no, you're not going to."

⠀"excuse me? get out of my way, let me go see-"

⠀oikawa grunted as he felt iwa grab him by the blazer, slamming him against a locker with animalistic ferocity. he had never seen hajime so pissed off as he was now, his teeth visibly clenched together as he glared at his fellow third year. "no, you're not," he hissed, his fists clenching around the fabric even tighter to make sure tooru couldn't escape. "you're not fucking stepping near y/n today, tomorrow, or ever. you don't deserve to see her again, so do her a favor and stay out of her life. got it, shittykawa?"

⠀seeing how oikawa was helpless in his hold, iwaizumi waited for him to reply before letting him go. seeing how tooru decided it was better off remaining silent, all he really could do was let go anyway; you had just turned the same corner and came face to face with both boys.

⠀"hajime? what are you doing?"

⠀his name sounded horrible in your mouth. tooru felt sick as iwaizumi backed up and shrugged, faking a chuckle before focusing his attention on you again. "ah, y/n. nothing to worry about, just a small disagreement is all. have you finished collecting your homework yet? i'll take you home if you are, just meet me outside."

⠀"yeah, i'll go now." you nodded, but not before looking at oikawa once more. tooru wasn't even sure how to react, only sufficing with a half-hearted smile and a wave.

⠀"you're... oikawa, right?"

⠀his heart cracked in two when his surname escaped your lips. having been used to being addressed as tooru for so long, he should've never taken advantage of it. even so, all he could do in this present moment was bite his tongue to hold back from crying in front of the two of them. "yeah... yeah, that's me. glad to know you're alright... y/n."

⠀"thank you." unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you turned around and left, not wanting to pry into their conversation.

⠀iwaizumi waited until you turned the corner to face the other male once more, his facade for you completely gone. there he was back with his angry snarl, pointing a finger at him menacingly. "i'm warning you," he seethed, "stay away from y/n. you'll just make her life a living hell again, and i won't let you ruin her life twice."

⠀tooru hadn't even gotten a chance to reply before hajime turned the corner they originally bumped into, following your footsteps to walk you home, as promised. tooru couldn't process what had just happened, his brain not able to understand that iwazumi was going to take you home. that he was going to help you with homework.

⠀that he was going to be by your side everyday.

⠀no, fuck that. he couldn't let that happen.

⠀one way or another, tooru will prove to you that he can be the boyfriend you deserve, even with iwa as a thorn in his side.

⠀"fuck you, iwaizumi. i am worthy of redemption. i'll prove you wrong, just you wait."

a / n : and how exactly is tooru going to prove that he’s worthy of redemption? well... that’s for another chapter ;) n e ways ! some of y’all have heard of me beginning an iwaizumi smau , and that’s correct ! keeping it secret though , but expect the masterlist soon :>

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