#every time I pick up a hobby I get one step closer to being a little old man

[general-gt]

Going to a con in a few weeks and my original plan was to do a Sans cosplay but I’m garbage with makeup so instead I decided to stitch a Gaster Blaster into a pair of shorts to wear instead. My first time doing a cross stitch on clothes and second cross stitch ever, so here we are after 2 whole weeks of suffering!

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ....  𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 w/ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader              « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                             

summary: two times you crocheted katsuki something + one time katsuki realizes something so painfully obvious. (⛦) content: fluff! kissing. reader tears up. reader crochets. comfort!! love confession. sickeningly sweet. i'm a lil bad at summaries. gn pretty sure. (⛦) w/c: 1.6k+

i. your first project, 

the first time you’d crochet him something,  it was a pretty shitty day for katsuki. he had spent a little more than an hour meeting with his friends who, in the most kindest words, were spawns of satan. the constant teasing left him a little drained, the food he left in the dorm fridge was gone, and he was left with a headache throbbing at his temples.

to add on, he hadn’t seen you all day.

so, he goes to your dorm, finding it already open. something he’d always given you mouth on. (what if a stranger comes through? even if it was a little impossible with the amount of security that roamed the halls.) inside, he pauses at the entrance, finding you sitting on your bed, holding a long slender stick with a hook at the tip.

it looked like a miniature murder weapon. “... what the hell is that?” 

seemingly startled, he guesses by the reaction of your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, widened eyes, and a small gasp that left your lips. “fuck me, why the hell are you so silent.”

“hello to you too, princess,” katsuki sarcastically remarks, stepping further into the room. he comes closer til’ he was just about hovering over you.

you pick back up whatever the hell was in your hand. you could still feel his stare, which you quip. “it’s crocheting, tsuki’. i’m trying to pick up a hobby to get off my phone more. its kinda fun.”

katsuki grunts as a reply, moving to sit next to you. it causes the mattress to slightly sink to his weight, whilst he goes to take off his shoes, methodically, all while watching you. 

with your teeth catching your bottom lip, you looked so focused, engrossed, not paying a mind to him. his gaze eventually drifts towards what was hanging from the stick. it’s long and narrow, with a soft-looking material, colored a deep-shade of red, and black. it was a scarf.

it’s edges weren't perfect, a little bumpy and not entirely straight, but it still looked pretty damn good. his crimson eye’s go to meet yours, but he finds you already looking at him. “i was gonna make it a surprise. but i made it for you.”

a nervous smile plays at your lips, “do you like it?” 

nobody has ever really taken the time to create something personal for him — the warmth in his chest, made him just want to crumble, n kiss your pretty lips. it was nothing short of perfect, even the imperfections.

he'd forgotten you were waiting for an answer and a flicker of insecurity hints in your eyes, your words hanging in the air. 

but, he quickly reassures you, his hand traveling,  holding at your chin. “it's perfect, okay?” drawing nearer to you, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “perciate’ you so much baby.”

ii. just for him,

it starts to become a thing every other week. you would crochet him a piece – either something that fit his, in your words, “grunge” style, or something from the colorful yarn leftover from your old projects. and regardless, he would proudly wear it.

over time, people start to notice. seeing him wear a cute black cat beanie was a little out of the norm for him. and the following week, he would wear the same-stitch, fingerless mittens. everyone knew he wouldn’t buy those by choice. someone had to be giving it to him, someone he cared about. someone, like his girlfriend.

being in a school full of smart heroes had its many downsides.

people start to ask, or he would say, "harass you," to make them things. it starts to piss him off after a while — hearing your continuous no’s, and then them trying to ask again like your answer was gonna change after a minute. plus, it’s not like any of those broke assholes were willing to pay, they were just planning to mooch off you.

and, maybe there was a selfish reason for it.

he didn’t want you to share something you were so passionate about with people you gave no shits about, or lov–  liked. because it would lose its value — lose the stupid special feeling he got.

this surge of events eventually leads to him cursin’ them out for you, because you were just a little too nice to yell, give murderous glares, or deliver creative death threats. which after, they wisely never approach you about it again.

iii. your last gift, for the year of course,

its a cold new year, katsuki watches as a snowflake falls delicately onto your nose. you guys were huddled on the balcony of his parent’s home, thanks to his mom's desperation, and persistence to meet you. and to his embarrassment, his mom and you got along very well, so well in fact you guys exchanged numbers, planning to meet with each other without katsuki himself.

despite his loud protests, you’d forcibly ushered him out in the shitty-ass cold because you wanted to see the snow.  the frigid air embraced you both, his breath left white in the air. katuski’s body pressed the balcony handle, you’d positioned yourself in front of him, his arms encircled your body, his hands holding at your waist.

“you happy princess? m’ freezing here just for you to see the same old snow we see every year.” he complains, even though his crimson-red eyes held warmth, ones that matched your growing smile. you raise your heel pressing a short kiss at the corner of his lips, before retreating. 

“quit being dramatic; it’s so beautiful out here.” you insisted, before your eyes widened, like you’d remembered something, and abruptly, you leave an inch of space between the two of you, reaching for something in your puffer jacket.

there’s a slight furrow to his brows, not understanding why you had to pull away — leaving you out of his grasp. til he puts it together, as you pull out a terribly wrapped item, a gift.

“i told you we didn't have to give each other anything.” 

“yeah, like the $100 dollar gift you gave me today. see, i knew you would do that so i came prepared.” you say, pointing an accusatory finger. 

“now open.” you shove the present in katsuki’s hand, and shaking his head in disbelief, he grabs it, tearing the wrapping off. 

“i know i already made you one. but i saw how … worn out it was.” 

holded in his rough hands, was a scarf. reminiscent of the colors to the one you gave him months ago — the one he had worn all the damn time, sometimes even in the hottest of weather. with how much time he wore it, after a while, the color of that scarf started to fade, with the yarn unraveling.

“here let me put it on for you.” you take it from his hands, draping it around his neck. you watch as he glances down, just admiring it. “looks so pretty, baby.”

this scarf looked more intricate, with the stitch pattern on the scarf resembling daisy blooms. he’d noticed how your crochet skills seemed to improve, the scarf had a cleaner, straighter edge than the other one. 

and for some reason, as he looks down at your gift, a flood of memories of the moments with you, seem to be all rushing to him — your sweet, drawn kisses, the stupid arguments, and your laughter that seemed to always ring in his ears.

moments like those, that laid ahead for the both of you, made him want to look forward to the future, your guys’s future. to wake up next to you, morning breath n’ all, to lazily lounge on the couch and havin’ to forcibly cuddle because of you, to possibly sharing each other's last name. it all swelled katuski’s stupid heart. 

it was so obvious why. with your soft gaze on him.

“i love you.” he blurts out, his eyes fixed at your parted lips.  

“i love you so damn much, it’s so fucking stupid. you turn me into a sap, y’know. everytime i look at you i just can't help but want to smile, want to hold you. everything I do, every thought that crosses my mind, somehow, it goes back to you. …i ” he sighs, his bravado faltering for a moment, red eye’s averting from yours. 

“you don't have to say it back, i just wanted to tell you.” katsuki grumbles, the tips of his ears red as it can be, as he does his best to maintain his ‘i could care less’ facade.

“look at me.” and katsuki does, he’s met with your glistening eyes, stars reflecting. “i love you too, you idiot.”

he couldn’t help but release a soft, incredulous laugh — he was really rubbing off on you. somehow the space between the two of you closes again, your hands fit in his warm jacket. tightly hugging him, as if he was going to leave any second.

“and of course, you had to one up me with a grand ass speech.” you relent, looking up at him, a small pout forming over your features.

“m’ always two-steps ahead. catch up princess.” he replies, a smug smile spreading across his plush lips. his mittened hand moving to hold at your face, thumb brushing along your cheek.

his eyes flicker to your lips, watching as your tongue glides against it. “... can, i?” your lashes flutter at him, weakly nodding. and then your being kissed, slowly, and sweetly. his tongue brushing your bottom lip, savoring you, savoring this moment.  

[ask-caine]

ok ok what’s yours and moons love story. Beginning to end

OOC POST

It's a bit of a crazy story, actually!

We originally met online through TADC, when she messaged all the Caine accounts she could find for a shitpost "wedding" thing. We ended up hitting it off and talking about random things for a while. It started with my random fact about Kentucky marriage laws and how a couple used them to get married by cocaine bear (hence the below picture)

We ended up learning about a shared interest in plague doctors, as well as discussing several very random topics. Anyways, she invited all the Caines to a discord server, and I ended up being the only one who actually showed up. We would end up talking for hours upon hours day after day there. It was genuinely shocking how much we had in common.

At this point, I had been kinda been picking up on some of the flirtatious undertones behind some of the things she was saying, but I wasn't 100% sure about it yet and was still kinda testing the waters. I'd heard the term love at first sight, and looking back on it, that's pretty much what it felt like. I had been developing a crush on her up to this point, and I kept thinking about her as I was getting ready for bed. I had to keep stopping myself from falling head over heels, reminding myself we barely even knew each other and telling myself "no, she's just being nice. Don't be weird, there's nothing behind this, she's just being friendly."

...As it turned out, she wanted to be a little more than friends... Given my feelings up to this point, I was a little overwhelmed when she told me. I had to take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process everything (hence her jokes about me pulling a Caine and running away). But I liked her, too, and was willing to try a long-distance relationship. So, that's what we did.

It was only a few days after we first got together officially that I told her I loved her. It just felt right. Apparently I caught both of us off-guard with it, since she was sure that she'd be the one who would've said it first. ...We both dived in a little too headfirst from there. From my side of things, it was just so exciting and exhilerating to have this feeling I'd been searching for all my life, and I wanted more of it. We took a step back and both agreed to try and take things at a more reasonable pace from here on out.

We ended up learning a lot about each other. It was like we were the same person, split apart and put in two entirely different situations but turning out the same way anyway. ...This similarity became concerning when we realized we both had the same last name, as well as the fact that we both had Scottish ancestry. But, one family search check later, we confirmed that we are not, in fact, related. Just another insane coincidence that further proves that we were made for each other...

We shared a lot with each other. Our interests, hobbies, ideals, feelings on various topics. Our experiences throughout life, good and bad. The darkest parts of us. Every day, we grew closer. There was no denying that there was something special between us.

That isn't to say everything was perfect. We both still had a lot to learn about ourselves and about each other. There were ups and downs. Things were far from easy. There was a lot of avoidable pain both ways. As time went on, we started to become a little more distant...

Eventually, the stress of life and school and worries and everything going on got to be too much, and she called for us to take a break from the relationship. This hurt, of course... But, taking a break and being done are very different things. I was okay with taking a break, since we would still hang out and such sometimes, just not as romantically.

But, that still wasn't enough. Everything continued to be really stressful, and she felt like she wasn't a net positive in my life and was dragging me down (though the truth was exactly the opposite). So, she decided to fully end the relationship. Which... Really hurt me. Badly.

I kind of fell into a depressive state for a while. I had opened myself up like never before, let myself be more vulnerable than at any point in my life. I had finally found love, the one thing I'd truly wanted all my life, the only thing I've ever needed, and then it was just taken right away. The one thing I feared more than anything else in the world had come to pass.

We would still talk occasionally, but not like before. I already hurt so much, and just talking with her without being able to say the love I still felt was torture for me. So, I distanced myself a bit. I dealt with things on my own. I learned a lot about myself as I came to terms with how things had ended up.

Eventually, I started to feel a little more okay. I knew I could never stop loving her, so I decided to try and turn that love from romantic to platonic and still try to be a friend. Because while I may have lost her, she didn't want me out of her life completely. I could make do as just friends.

But, when I started to come back and we started to talk more again, she realized how much she had been missing me while we were apart. She figured out that some of the things she'd been feeling had been more than she'd realized. She learned that she actually was happier when we were together, and that she still really enjoyed being with me.

So, she began to give little hints again, like before. And, again, I picked up on them, but I didn't want to believe them 100% because of how much I'd been hurt last time. I told myself that she was just showing platonic love, the same way I was. Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be. If I was good for her before, she wouldn't have left...

It was actually Randy who got us actually talking again, first on our blogs, and then regarding what we were being sent. This eventually led to us talking just in general, about all sorts of things... Including what had happened between us. It was emotional, but we both came out of it feeling better about things.

That said, it took until this post before I realized she still loved me and that it was okay to love her back, the way I'd been holding in all this time. We had a heartfelt reunion, though we weren't officially dating again just yet. It still took me a while after that to fully accept everything and let down my guard again, after how much I was still hurting from last time...

But I didn't like the feeling of keeping her away. Of having a barrier between us. I desperately craved that deep, personal connection of love with her again. So, I opened my heart up again. And I'm so incredibly grateful that I did.

Soon after that point, Randy showed up and all those shenanigans ensued. But they only managed to get us talking more about things and uniting against it, which actually brought us even closer together. So, I guess if one good thing's come out of that dumpster fire of stress and stupidity, it's that.

Things have been absolutely wonderful since we got back together. We both learned a lot about ourselves in our time apart, and things have been much better between us. The rocky, uncertain road from before the break had smoothed over. And we fell so much deeper in love the second time.

Add in the stress of the past several weeks, with all the Tumblr drama with these blogs and the hiatus and everything (which I'm not getting into because you can see all that for yourself by looking through our blogs), and you're caught up to the present day. Life is still very stressful for us both, but a lot less so than when we first got together. We understand ourselves and each other so much better, which helps us make less mistakes and treat each other more tenderly and personally in the ways that we need most.

As for the future, immediately after finishing school, I plan to find work and save up to visit her in Canada sometime in the summer. After that is a little hazy at the moment, but we'll figure out our lives and put together a plan to find stable jobs and create a good life for ourselves up there.

And that's it, that's our story. From when we met all the way to the present day. You said beginning to end, but I'm afraid there is no end to our love. The story's still being written. Our lives are still being lived. I hope to be able to add to this years into the future, when we're living together and when we start our own family. But it might still take a while to reach that point.

[valerieluvsyu]

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

; 𝗦𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 - Based on the song We Can't Be Friends by Ariana Grande. You've realized that you and Jaehyun will never be anything but friends, so you try to set him free. To move on from him.

; 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Jung Jaehyum x fem!reader

; 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - angst, just a lot of hurt tbh

; 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - Swearing, there is a happy ending for y/n but they do not end up together...

; 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 - Hi guys, this is my second work. Um, I'm sorry that I disappeared for a while, I'm planning a story that I'll be writing on Wattpad so that is taking most of my time. I hope you enjoy this one and have a good day/night!! Also, thank you so much for 8 followers. I love each and every one of you mwah.

The more you looked into his eyes the more you realized that you and Jaehyun would never work. Maybe it was because you were not quite ready for a relationship or because he was not into you like you were into him. You’ve learned to accept this after a few months of being heartbroken because of him. You would never tell him how you felt, there was no point. 

We can’t be friends but I’d like just to pretend.

The more you look at him the more you realize he wasn’t the one. He wasn’t the one who was going to hold you when needed. He wasn’t the one to love you like you needed to be loved. You let out a soft chuckle looking away from him for the first time since you’ve been here at this cafe. You were thankful for coming here, it cleared your mind and your feelings for the man in front of you. 

So for now, it’s only me. And maybe that’s all I need

“Hey um y/n you good there” he spoke up for the first time since you’ve been there. You nodded before turning to him again, “I’m fine why do you ask?” he shakes his head turning to look out the window. “You just seem out of it.” that seemed to tick you off. You nod looking at your phone. “Do you want to talk about it or” his sentence was cut off by your scoff.

“Oh you wanna talk about it, okay let’s talk about it”. He raises his eyebrow at your outburst “You wanna talk about how I cried my fucking heart out for months because of you”. His mouth opened to say something but you spoke before him “Or do you want to talk about- you know what I don’t need this”. You stand up gathering your stuff “Where are you going?”, you look up at him to see him also standing up.

“Away from you, I’m done with all this.” you walked out of the cafe leaving Jaehyun shocked and confused. He ran after you calling your name but you simply ignored him as it wasn’t worth it. You need to focus on yourself and not fall for someone who doesn’t even love you for who you are. You scoffed when you heard him get closer, speeding up your steps, trying to get away from

him.

You refused to cry over him, you refused to let him see you break. You refused to even turn to face him. You needed to go home and be by yourself for a while. He tried to grab your wrist but you yanked it back before he could. “Jaehyun leave me alone” he sighed before speaking “We need to talk about your feelings.”. You let out another scoff before facing him “Do you think you deserve to hear about my feelings?”, hearing no response from him you turned around walking to your house which wasn’t too far 

You reached your house slamming the door in Jaehyun’s face. Once the door was locked, you slide down the door. You put your face into your hands. You could still hear him outside and you wanted to open the door but you had some self-control. After a few minutes, you heard him walk away sighing. You got up and went to your room, you looked around feeling proud of yourself. 

A few months went by and you’ve never felt better. You’ve moved on from Jaehyun and you’ve never been happier. It felt like you were free of a curse. You’ve picked up a few new hobbies and friends along the way. You’ve also been writing songs as you’re now a upcoming artist.

You decided to make you’re next song about you’re heartbreak. You’ve spent a few hours a day writing about it and in two weeks you finished the song. Now all you gotta do is name the song. This was always the hardest part. But this time it came easier than most. And that’s how you end up with a hit song.

We Can’t Be Friends

[knickynoo]

I don't know if you've done this before: headcanons on Marty Junior and Marlene?

I'm almost positive I have done some sort of Junior and Marlene headcanon post, but I can't find it, so here are some off the top of my head. Gonna go with the versions of them that I imagine for the timeline that's fixed—where the Rolls Royce accident never happened—and Marty and Jennifer aren't miserable, lol. I think both Junior and Marlene would be more well adjusted in that one (especially Junior!)

• The difference in their personalities is evident to Marty and Jen pretty much from the start, with Marlene being the louder, more demanding of the twins and Junior being a much "easier" baby.

• They're extremely close, and Marlene naturally takes on the role of Junior's protector. Often, Marty and Jen have to remind Marlene to take a step back because she's being a little too much of a mother-hen to her brother, and they want Junior to learn to stand on his own two feet.

• Fixed-timeline Junior is quite different from the version of him in the 2015 we see in the movie. He's been raised in a more stable environment with a father who hasn't been defeated by life, so he's not the wimpy, scared little greasy guy who's easily pushed around. He's more sure of himself, not so easily frazzled, and is every bit as big-hearted as his father.

• Junior is not neurotypical. (How can he be? Look at Marty and George) I don't have a specific diagnosis in mind, but I know a draft of part II made reference to him being in a remedial school (and failing) so there's likely some learning disorder at play. In one of my Doctober chapters that include two-year-old versions of the twins, Clara's excited to learn that Junior has picked up a few new words—meanwhile, Marlene is using full sentences—so I do headcanon him as having been delayed in some areas.

[Side note: in that same scene, Doc tells Marty not to worry about Junior's progress, since Jules didn't start speaking until three-and-a-half, lol]

• Marty loves, loves, loves Marlene so much, but sometimes he thinks that she will be the death of him. Especially when she's young and full of sass and always getting into everything and he's struggling to keep up with her. He and Jen 100% lose Marlene in the mall on more than one occasion, and when they find her, she's just like, *shrug.*

• The twins have a special bond with Doc and Clara. Clara dotes on them but is especially close with Junior while Doc is closer to Marlene. When the kids are little and Marty and Jen feel like they're about to collapse from exhaustion, they dump Junior and Marlene at the Brown home and know they'll be well taken care of.

• As Marlene gets older, she's really into fashion, so she's close with her Aunt Linda. I can see Marlene being popular, but she's the type of popular girl who's liked by everyone. She has attitude, but she's not mean.

• Junior is just...Junior. He loves life and is out there doing his thing. He's the type who has a new hobby or interest every week, and Marty and Jen just have to roll with it. He walks in from school one day and goes, "I'm going to be a famous dancer, I decided" and then a week later says, "I want to learn to build a car" and they're just like, "Oh. Okay."

• I think they'd both try to learn an instrument at some point (likely guitar taught by Marty) but I can't decide if either of them would stick with it long term. Somehow, I don't see them being musicians.

• There's a part of me that wants to say an older Marlene eventually learns about time travel and all the wild stuff Marty went through. Idk how it would happen, though. Maybe she overhears something whispered between her parents in private or maybe she's just very perceptive and notices her father being weird about certain events in his life, so she corners him and is like, "Okay, Dad, spill the beans." Perhaps she's also put together some clues in all her time spent with Doc.

Thats about all I've got for now. Thanks for the ask!

[mess-with-legs]

Cupid loves you - Part1 ♡

HEYYYYYYY yes it seems like im not gonna throw away this project the second I started it hell yeahh!! Anywayyyys I hope you enjoy it! Pleassse let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions i would just love to answer them! And I hope you enjoy! Again I am not a profesional writer or anything like that so if it's kind of shitty I deeply apologise

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"Could I borrow your pencil?"

Literature class wasn't one of your favorite subjects, luckly, we were studying some poetry at the moment, and you just so happen to enjoy reading poetry every now and then.

I noticed my classmate sitting next to me, writting something that caught my attention. The teacher wasn't speaking, and I knew for a fact that it couldn't be any project or anything as such. If you who is reading this can make sense of what I managed to catch with a mere glimpse, perhaps you're smarter than myself. It read:

In my tail said the sun On my throat said the moon In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two naked doves One was the other and both were none

Cupid called for me again. "Sorry! yes of course, here you go" I handed over my pencil. I saw how hers was small, it looked as if she sharpenned it one more time it would cease from existence. We were still in the first week of class, how could a pencil be so worn? Perhaps she writes as a hobby...Or maybe she draws!

"What are you writing?" She closed her notebook, in a quick but clean movement. Turning her eyes to me.

"Nothing important. I just like to write."

"Is it a hobby?"

"Yes, writting words in paper has always been easier for me than speaking them outloud." It seems like you were getting closer, maybe she wasn't the mean girl you originally thought she was, maybe she was just shy and didn't know how to interact with others. At least that's what you thought until the class ended...

"Hey Barbie, think I could get your number?" Roman looked like the most stereotypical, one-dimensional, stupid boy you could ever imagine. He was the kind to smoke in the bathrooms, get in fights, sleep during class, disrespect the teachers... It never really bothered you since you had never spoken to him before, and he didn't seem to have any interest in starting a conversation with you either.

"Unluckly for you I still have standards. Why don't you go feed on some other dead meat? I have better things to do than to be seen around with..." She looked at him up and down. "You."

He was furious, yelling, ready to start a fight. She then grabbed my hand and began walking outside the classroom. It took me some minutes to notice it, but people across the hallways were staring at us, some with fear, other's with admiration. I had no idea why she had picked me as her friend, someone like Roman, despite being an asshole, was much more popular than me, surely he was the better option if this was a matter of reputation.

The light of the windows made her hair shine, everything about her seemed too perfect to be human. She was a sculpture, sculpted with precision, patience and adoration.

When I finally came to my senses, we were back at our dorm.

"Y/N?"

"S-Sorry! I had my head in the clouds haha..."

She got close to me, both of us standing in the middle of the room. She placed her hand on my forehead to check the temperature, but she took longer than expected. She stared at me, in silence, her gaze upon me was soft and warm. She moved the hand that was on my forehead to the side of my head, caressing my hair carefully. I didnt dare speak in that situation, something was keeping me from opening my mouth. Then, I saw her smile.

"Your hair is..." She then took a step back. "Sorry. I must get going now"

You were confused, you had questions, you needed answers! Why did she do that? Yet, you were still. Unable to move.

"I must go now. The cheerleader auditions will begin soon." She walked over to her closet and took out some comfortable sport clothes.

"...You are very welcome to come see me if you'd like. I would very much enjoy your presence."

With those words, she left the dorm, leaving me speechless. At least I was able to move now... Moving on, I tried to forget about the strange behaviour of my friend and instead focuss on something else, something like...Ugh, homework.

I took out my book, notebook and pencilcase. I had an assignment that I had to do by hand because certain teacher didn't like computers and simply couldn't stand a project made in a digital format! I decided to first write a draft in pencil, and once I'm satisfied with it, I will write it on a clean paper with pen.

"Wait, where's my pencil?"

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[j0kers-light]

Hi, how tall do you see y/n as?

Also could I please get a headcannon that's ledger!joker (ofc) with a short mixed fem reader if that's possible please (I'm 5'0)

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

Yes of course you can! CAN THE SHORT LADIES PLEASE STAND UP ON STEP LADDERS?!

Lol, I'm short (and petite 😭 like a whole kid out here) but proud! PSA: I love tall daddies. Therefore, Joker is written at least 6'0ft. Y/n is however tall you are since I write for reader insert. So yeah, he's towering over us girl. Buckle up! Enjoy!

Joker is forever making fun of your short stature in comparison to his. Its both endearing and annoying.

Its not your fault your mixed genetics robbed you in the height department but he doesn't have to rub it in every day..

His favorite hobby is to move things in the apartment well out of your reach. J doesn't like you climbing counters and etc. to grab things and prefers if you call him to get it for you.

It strokes his ego that he's providing for you. Keep in mind that he created the problem in the first place!

Cups, boxes of cereal, the tv remote (?), even your laptop-- nothing is safe from being stolen and tucked away 'safely' out of your reach. Oh the irony..

Joker thinks it absolutely hilarious when you get frustrated and try to grab things by yourself.

"Awwww is my wittle bunny too short? Need some help?" You flip him off and try to grab whatever he stashed away.

You almost had it!! He just laughs and shamelessly enjoys the show. Your butt jiggles each time you jump and Joker can watch it shake all night.. that is until you trip and lose your balance.

Then he's rushing over to catch you before you break something and/or hurt yourself.

"Easy there doll. All ya had to do was uhh, ask for helP." He hands over whatever you almost broke your neck for with a lopsided grin. God, you love this annoying clown.

Thankfully there are instances where you get payback for Joker being taller. Low clearance areas are your favorite since you get to watch J clip his head and laugh at him when he grumbles in pain.

Watching him squeeze into a tight space (he's more mindful of the places he drags you into for a quickie) is hilarious since he's all arms and legs whereas you are in your element.

The height difference is so comical that Mac and Neo have joked about your stellar climbing skills. It's clearly a sexual innuendo and Joker gave them the death glare for it.

They haven't joked about your height since. Mac gifted you hiking boots in secret with a card that read, "Enjoy climbing Mt. Joker." You can't bring yourself to wear them. You must admit; you are an excellent climber..

Joker loves to rest his arm on your head or pat your braids like you're a puppy.

It irks your soul and he learned the hard way that you are short and therefore closer to his balls. You punch them in retaliation every time he treats you like a kid.

You like bringing Joker down to your level. Literally.

A plus in being shorter than J is that you tuck adorably into his side. No matter how much your weigh, he's picking you up and tossing you around because...

"You're uhh, fun size Y/n!" That applies in and out of the bedroom. The two of you snap together like the perfect puzzle piece.

But despite all the teasing Joker makes about your height, he loves being your protector.

He's the one you run to if something is bigger and scarier. He's the tall, murderous bf, that'll scare off anything or anyone for his Bunny.

It’s a new concept to be a savior and Joker isn't complaining.

You'll never get used to being hit on. You get it; you’re very beautiful with your lighter complexion and the way you carry yourself.

Men and women are always hitting on you but normally after you utter the words, "I'm spoken for" they go away but this guy is rather persistent.

Years ago he would be your type. Tall, athletic, and cocky with white teeth and oozing lightskin fboy vibes. He was definitely the quarterback in high school and wears gold chains with black turtlenecks. The single Y/n would have your fun and kick him to the curb before he broke your heart. However you were happily involved with Gotham City's most infamous criminal who would literally kill anyone that dared to take away what was his.

You were doing this guy a favor trying to turn him down but the second he grabbed your arm and insisted you go on a date with him, you knew, he f__cked up.

"Let go."

"Nah just one date ma. You'll love it so just say yes. A dinner, a lil talking, then I'll take you home n' sweat your weave out." He grinned.

You arched an eyebrow at him assuming your hair was fake but before you could open your mouth, a shadow fell over the two of you. Your persistent suitor rolled his eyes and glared at the newbie.

"Is there a problem?" He asked Joker.

Joker's left eye twitched as he glare at this pathetic stain touching you. J wore a mask to conceal his identity yet his scowl was evident. "Is he hurtin' you doll?" Joker asked you.

You shook your head no but that wasn't enough to save a life.

J pointedly eyed the hands holding you until the guy wisely let you go. If he hadn't, Joker had no issue removing them by force.

You hid behind Joker's towering frame and vanished, you were so short. Joker made sure you were safe behind him before focusing on the idiot.

"Uh yes. Lots of errr problems. Let's see.. You talked to my bunny, you touched my bunny, and the worsT of all. You. Made. Her. Uncomfortable. Its been ten hours since I killed someone. I'd hate to break my errr record.."

The guy must've understood that Joker was serious for he backed away with his hands up. "Listen man I didn't know she was your girl. Have at it, I'm out."

Joker waited until the guy left before he turned around to check on you. "You good?"

J wasn't expecting you to hug him so tightly. Your head barely came to his chest and for once you didn't get offended when Joker patted your head. "Say the wo~oooord and he's dead, Y/n."

You laughed and stared up into Joker's eyes. "Don't break your record, J." You tapped your lips, making Joker furrow his brow.

"What? Ya wanna kiss?" You nodded and Joker made a noise. "I dunno Bunny. If ya can't reach my lips.... do ya deserve a kiss? Maybe if you were hehe.. taller?"

You rolled your eyes and shoved Joker away. He laughed at your little temper tantrum but stopped you from walking away with meaningful kiss. Your attitude melted away and Joker left you speechless when he pulled back.

"You're soooo spoiled. Is that whatcha wanted short stuff?"

[reidhalstead]

For: @kingofthehunt

Music is a constant. Whilst everything else may fade away into oblivion. The collection of sounds in a piece has a power in itself to draw and conquer any foe. Like when book chapters are opened, closed and well-read; it doesn't die, if it lives In the mind. Few things continue to exist, and shift forms and have the flexibility of adjustment. A constant metamorphosis, never entirely complete; a composition that'll never be finished.

Reid only goes into the forest for a few reasons now. To hunt — in every form; in every single painful version of the act. This perverse thing that's a rabbit, or a fox splayed drained at his feet against the idea that there's something sharp strapped to his belt and a freshly new awareness of everything that breathes around him.

He wants the things that don't, mostly.

Halstead has never feared going too far or too deep. Not having anything that scared him — and now, there's a hundred things that do. The articles taking root in his soul are endless (does he have one? he hates to consider he doesn't.), but it's a wandering commodity; the act of fearlessness.

Notes linger in the air, travelling like a beacon that draws him ever closer. E sharp, to an F. It's a detail Reid knows because he picked up the guitar once, learned the occasional chord then was told he simply would never have time for such a hobby.

Time. What a funny contrivance now.

He knows this place, he thinks. The house buried in the thick of the overgrowth, the vegetable garden that's seen a variety of moon phases. A quiet man is inside, and Reid really shouldn't be there. He's balancing on the precipice of worlds; hunters, and monsters.

Roles are reversed, depending on who one speaks to.

Halstead decides against this fight — because Elias had always been a difficult man; a glorious hunter, but difficult. Reid's meandered too far into the woods, and he's turning to run — to flee —

He's not one to ever flee. And he should know better, even after years away that a hunter always knows; they know when a monster stands in their garden, boots threatening to rip up the mud, and grime of one's homeland. The door's already being ripped open — and Reid's barely taken a step to bail —

Cat and mouse; predator and prey, and panic and desire all flood his system with conflicting wants. "...Elias — Eli, just wait, listen — I wasn't —"

He gets to the gate, backing up — cowering, almost. Until he stumbles out of the garden, only to feel his boot graze against the animals Reid's left unburied. He knows it's a lost cause now. "I can explain."

[littleragondin]

Best Siblings in BL - A Proposed List

I am incredibly excited for the Best Siblings in BL Bracket, it's hands down the one I had waited for the most. Consequently, I have submitted quite a few options and I am thinking why not share them all here. Consider this pre-propaganda for the ones that will be picked up for the bracket!

The ones I can see win this:

Yang and Tian from To Sir, With Love.

On paper, they had everything going against them: their respective mothers hate each other and try to turn them against each other, their father treats them unfairly differently, one of them is keeping a huge secret, the other falls for his brother’s fiancée … And yet!! they turn out to be the most loyal brothers we have ever seen in BL. They clearly adore each other, they protect each other and do whatever they can to make the other happy. Yang keeps Tian’s secret, encourages his hobbies and passions, and make sure he knows he’s loved, Tian defends Yang from their father, worries and fusses about him, and is always in his corner. They are simply wholesome and their love is top tier.

Minoru and Tane from Our Dining Table.

How could you not fall for the adorableness of this sibling duo? There is a huge age gap between Minoru and Tane, even further complicated by the fact that Minoru had to step up in taking care of his baby brother after their mother’s death. And yet, despite the difficulties the situation causes, both boys love each other so much. Even when Minoru is tired or frustrated, he always try to do his best by his brother. And Tane is just the sweetest (and most realistic tbh) little six years old I have ever had the joy to see in a BL. The scene where Tane babbles about poop curry and Minoru answers without listening until it finally clicks? peak sibling behavior.

Ton-hom and Long Pao from My Only 12%.

The two of them were fantastic older siblings to Seeiw. While he seemed a little closer to Ton-hom, they both always were there for him during the whole run of the story. They always looked out for him and took care of him, and it was obvious that he felt safe to tell them thing. They both provided comfort and gentle advice every time he needed it, helping him take responsibility for his mistakes but still ensuring he knew they were here for him. The gentleness that permeated through their relationship in every episodes really made them a strong contender for best siblings imo.

The underdogs I still would love to see go far:

Livy and Mikey from Rainbow Prince

The twins in Rainbow Prince have such a lovely, sweet relationship. They love and trust each other, and distance clearly hasn’t affected this. Also they share a beautiful duet song about how they’ll always be here for each other, and I think that has to count for something!

Kiw and Seuadao from My Secret Love

They were such quintessential little sisters, the both of them. They were bored with their older brothers’ antics in the way teen siblings often are, yet ultimately very invested in them working out and being happy. I’m sending them as a unit because the way they teamed up for/against their brothers was adorable – and they resemble each other a lot both in character and in their relationship to their respective brother.

Diao and Dao from Rakdiao

While they may not look like it at first glance, with their constant bickering and dramatic antics (hello sitcom writing), or the way Dao steamrolls her brother’s boundaries and Diao’s temper tantrums, they actually are quite a sweet pair of siblings. Diao came to live with his sister so she could keep her home after a breakup, and he worries that he may not be able to do so and will cause trouble for her. Dao wants he brother to find someone to build a family with, and even if she teases and mock a little, she worries when he gets in trouble and knows his worth. They do love each other, in their bizarre, over the top ways.

The ones I would really be happy to see win - the UWMA propaganda:

Dean, Don and Del Wongnate

I think those three deserve a spot in this list because their dynamic is just SO interesting. Don and Del have a maybe more classic relationship to each other, they are only a year apart, grew up together, and they are obviously very close despite how different they are. And then there is Dean, who just came back to live with them, whose shadow obviously loomed over them all their life, who is their older brother and isn’t sure he knows how to be, and they all have to adjust to the new dynamic at home this leads to. What makes them so good in my opinion is that they actively try to make this work, they want to be good siblings to each other. It’s sometimes clumsy (Dean telling Don he cannot go out because he shouldn't leave Del alone), it’s sometimes plain sweet (Del being heartbroken that Dean stops eating breakfast with them??), and it’s just very loving in the end.

Intouch and Ahn Chatpokin

The women in Intouch’s life love him very much, especially his older sister. In always trusts his sister with his secret, and Ahn while worrying for him, always protect and take care of him, and she never reconsider his role in the life of her daughter. She was already a teen when he came into her life, she sang to him when he cried as a babe and held him when he cried as a young man, she tried her best to shield him from their father, and she should never have had to bury her baby brother so young.

Korn, Krit and Kard Ariyasakul

Maybe the least focused on siblings of the show, I think they actually do deserve a place in that Best Siblings selection too. Korn, on top of everything going on with his father, always stand as a shield between his violence and his little brothers. He hates it, but he will sacrifice his dreams and aspirations so his brothers can follow theirs. And that love is entirely reciprocated, both Krit and Kard being here for him when their father hurt him, Krit ready to let go of his dream of becoming a cop to alleviate Korn’s burden, Kard naming his sons with the names both his brothers chose when they were young. Those three brothers loved each other so much, and my heart breaks every time I think of Krit, grown up and a father himself, telling Pharm "I don't have any brother left..."

I am, very obviously, missing a lot of really good siblings from really good shows, but those are the ones I love the most across all the shows I have seen. Can't wait to see everyone's submissions and reasons!

[thetinylittlespider]

Introduction to the first chapter of the first season of my main OC story. (Because I might need 2 seasons to cook this up).

For context: The place in this story is a completely fictional one, a dystopia with slightly better technological development than our current world, it will be elaborated further in the progress of the story.

Tearing Up: Season 1.

Chapter 1: Routine.

CW: Blood, violence, mature language, abuse, horror and hard moments for at least the first 3 or 5 chapters.

KU-M9's POV:

"We fight today for a brighter tomorrow."

Those words were the only thing that used to greet me every morning. A poster of what seemed to be a person in a black elegant suit, with no human feature that I could recognize since their face was covered in a white mask, rising up a hand in the air, pointing at the sky with the index finger, which provided the people from the picture a bright light of what I supposed meant...hope.

It took me a while to catch the meaning of those words, it was almost a year since I learned to speak correctly, it helped me to understand the commands I was given clearly, and to finally be able to talk with my siblings in a more civilized conversation.

"He still needs to develop a few key characteristics. Today he is turning 15 and we are running out of time, if we rush it he may not survive."

I heard thunderous voices outside my enclosure, yeah, did I forgot to mention? My room was a 10 x 10 cm box made out of reinforced glass, located in such way over a desk that I can only see the same wall with the same poster every morning if there is not a human sitting in front of me, sometimes observing, sometimes picking me up with metal clamps so they can take me to a test room, or other times, they just sat there giving compliments about how cute I was, how "docile" I was in contrast to my other siblings, or check up my fangs with no care if they caused me harm.

I took some unstable and painful steps closer to the invisible wall of my room, as usual, there was a piece of tape on that side with something written on it. "KU-M9" a short for "Killer Unit, Mutation of 9th generation". That was my name, and it had been like that as far as I can remember, with time I got used to it.

"Even the little one from next generation has completed her development already. But we've been trying to wake his nature for almost 10 years now...This should not take as long."

Oh, right, they were talking about me just a second ago, they seemed to be dissapointed of me. Since I was 5 they've tried to unlock some mutations in my body, if I remember correctly my instincts had to bring up the adrenaline necessary to unlock them, with that reasoning, they had to expose me to several trials, tests, and my word of choice, "tortures", so I could fully get my abilities. But as casual as those events sound...It scared me to my core when I was taken out from that crystal box. The docile nature that those scientist mentioned before was only my pure fear manifesting itself freezing my body, containing tears and screams while they performed my tests, not even able to open my mouth to beg for them to stop, unable to act on my own, I was at the mercy of those godlike beings that towered over me every single day, giving ideas and trying out new things that could work for me, at some point it became a hobby of them to toy with me, and they only stopped if I was at the brink of death, situation that came often in this laboratory.

My body was decorated with scars, wounds that still needed time to heal, burns that were result of either fire or liquid nitrogen, my face had some bruises too, near my eyes, and my legs kept shaking even after 1 week of them being almost crushed because of high pressure. And to top all of that, sleeping was impossible when all of that was just a monday and I had to get ready for more, the pain was my only thought when I tried to close my sore eyes, and moving to a more comfortable position in the soil of my box caused a horrible and unpleasant feeling to every part of my damaged body.

Lucky me, all those horrible things were behind a thin orange cloth that was my "uniform" if we may call it that. But for the view of the scientist, I looked more like a prisoner with that outfit, not like they were wrong, this place was an absolute prison.

Maybe the next test will be the one to end it all...

As soon as I took air to prepare myself mentally, contain the tears of fear, and tense my body to be tortured again, a gigantic mountain of human flesh interrupted me, a woman's face, casting a shadow that devoured the light of my room, now everything I could see was her.

"Hey, little one, how are we doing today? We are going to skip the usual routine this time. I know you are excited to get your abilities like the rest, but we are running late, so, we are making a leap of faith with you! All the products must be ready by now, and you are the last one and still having development problems...This presentation might be your last chance to wake up your abilities, social pressure is the only thing we never thought about, and who knows, it might work and you will get to see the world outside for once!"

At that, only a few words came out of my mouth in a low volume and weak tone of voice.

ーI...Hungryー That's not quite what I was trying to say, but I believe my stomach is blocking my brain functions to control my body and speech. And I noticed just now how much my stomach hurt, how much it had been since I didn't got any food? Felt like almost a week.

Also...Outside? Was that a prank? Why would they take me outside if I perform well? Wouldn't it be the opposite? She took a step back, now moving her arm at the top of my box, the ceiling...With one hand she managed to open with ease what I had been trying to do for all my childhood since I have memory. This time, she didn't bother to use a tool to pick me up like any other day, she used her bare hand for once, taking for granted that my nature was docile, unlike the others, I never had a record of biting people, or showing any big attempts of resisting after I was 12, the age I understood it was useless to fight back. That idea was supported by the moment she hold my head between her index finger and her thumb, using a moderate amount of force to pull me out of my "cage" without dropping me.

But...It felt different...without their gloves, the equipment or metal tools, her skin was soft, warm at the touch, my head was engulfed by her fingers, and I could hear her heartbeat, the flow of her blood inside her veins, a composition of sounds I never experienced before.

Was I afraid? My muscles were tense, I froze again, she was carrying my body in a painful way, and it was getting really hard to breath as she used more pressure in between her fingers, but it was far from the worst those hands had done to me. For the first time in my life, even if it gave me a slight sense of pain...I felt warmth from another living being, I don't recall this sensation not even when I was about to sleep on the soil of glass back on my room.

But that experience was shut down quickly as she dropped me in another surface, the fall had quite the distance for a creature who was only 2 inches tall, and I stood up slowly trying to clear my vision, regain oxygen and focus on what this crazy idea was about, ignoring the pain in my body once again. I gave a try on my senses to explore my surroundings, but what I heard, smelled, and saw was the last thing I was expecting to see for today...And I was not looking forward to it.

[moon-kitsune]

ALICE IN BORDERLAND: NIGHTMARES (all the nightmares are in italic)- They all have a nightmare about you.

Arisu:

Everything was fine; you and Karube were running in front of him, trying to find a place to hide. He saw you flinch with every gunshot blaring through the building.

He wanted to be the one to help you survive, but his tall friend had quickly grabbed you and run off, leaving him behind to follow the two of you.

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned his head to see a horsed gunman behind him; you had all been found. Arisu yelled at you and Karube to run before stumbling and falling to the ground just as the sound of gunshots began again.

Arisu screamed, watching as your body was littered with bullet holes, he had been spared by falling, but you weren't so lucky. Karube let go of you to pick up Arisu dragging him away as he cried, reaching out for you.

Waking up drenched in sweat, he sobbed even after seeing you snoring softly next to him. Losing Karube and Chota was hard enough, but there was a very real chance that he could lose you, too, at some point. That was like a living nightmare for him. ♥

Karube:

Crossing the laser border, he turns when he realizes you haven't followed him. Your visa was up, but Karube wasn't about to let you die and found a game close to where you'd been staying.

"what are you doing?" He questioned, taking a step towards you before remembering the lasers and stopping. You still hadn't taken a step closer to the game entrance.

You just cried, shaking your head and apologizing to him, "I can't do this anymore. I give up! I'm sorry, Karube." tears fall down your cheeks as you sob.

His heart drops when he understands what you're doing and there is nothing he can do about it. "No, please, I'm here. We can do this together" he could hear the voice behind him explaining that the game was about to start. "Please don't leave me."

A rumble comes from the sky as a static sound begins, one that he knows all too well. It was too late now. A red beam shot from the sky and down into your head as you dropped to the ground dead "Please, no!".

Yelling, he shot up and turned to hold you, only to see that you weren't there. He began to worry, thinking it wasn't a nightmare, when you walked into the room confused, holding a bottle of water.

Grabbing you when you climbed into bed, he breathed deeply. You were still here with him. You hadn't given up; you were still fighting for your lives together. ♦

Usagi:

She giggled, racing you to the top of the mountain. It had been a long time since she went mountain climbing. Ever since her father's death, she left the hobby behind, but you helped her get back into it.

Just as she made it to the top, she turned to mock you for being so slow when she saw you reach up to grasp onto a rocky ledge, only for it to crumble.

She screamed as you started to fall and helplessly watched as you began to plummet from the mountain, almost in slow motion. Your own shriek slowly fades out as you get further out of view before it gets deathly silent. Usagi clutches the wall tightly, sobbing, knowing you are gone.

Opening her eyes quickly, she feels her hands scrunched into balls, almost as if she were still holding onto the wall. You wordlessly wrap your hands around hers as you pull her back into your front, covering her like a blanket. "I love you," Usagi whispers as you feel a tear drop onto the top of your hand. ♣

Chishiya:

This was a situation he never thought he would be in, which was why he tried to avoid getting close to anyone in the borderland. You, however, had somehow wormed your way into his life, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you pick up the last card he needed for the deck and slyly took out more cards from your pocket. Chishiya frowned and checked his own, watching you with wide eyes when he realized his pocket was empty.

Seeing you smirking at his expression, he froze. "I'm sorry, Chishiya, but I had to do it before you betrayed me because that's what you're good at, right?".

You weren't wrong; he lied and cheated people all the time, but it felt different having you do it to him. He nodded silently as you giggled, "well, I'm better."

He could do nothing as the person he'd fallen for changed into someone he didn't recognize. What's worse is you were the only one he'd never backstab. "Goodbye, Chishiya," you whispered, holding the cards and leaving him alone in front of the burning building.

His eyes opened slowly as he thought about the dream and its meaning. Turning to his side, he watched you sleep. He knew the real you would never do that to him, so what was he subconsciously trying to tell himself? ♠

Kuina:

It was the look of disgust on your face that had her heart shattering. She thought you were far enough into your relationship to tell you her secret; she'd gotten advice from Chishiya, who even agreed to her decision to tell you.

You said you loved her, so why had that changed when she told you who she was born as? She's Kuina now, the person you said you had fallen for. Dropping her hand and pushing her away, you told her she was disgusting before walking away as she cried. "…Please don't".

Feeling you pull yourself closer to her, she realizes that she was crying in her sleep. Seeing you try to console her even in her sleep made her see how stupid her nightmare was.

You already knew all of her secrets long ago, and you had reacted with nothing but kindness and love. You loved her no matter her gender, beliefs, or differences. ♥

Niragi:

He let out a manic yell as the bullets sprayed from his gun into the crowd of people as they screamed. Everyone was diving left and right, trying to escape from him, but he wasn't letting them; body after body dropped to the ground dead.

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned with a wide grin before seeing your horrified face "Niragi? Chishiya was right. You really are a bad guy" He watched you run into the arms of a certain blond who held you in his arms safely. Niragi didn't think as he raised his gun -bang-

Niragi gasped as he sat up in bed; another loud bang of lightning made him jump. The space next to him was filled with a quietly sleeping you, exactly where he had left you when he drifted off to sleep earlier.

He brushed the hair that had fallen on your face in your sleep as he watched you for a moment while getting his breathing back to normal. You were the only thing Niragi had nightmares about, and you were the only person he cared about to actually have nightmares for. ♦

Ann:

She'd finished up with one of the bodies she had been examining and placed a sheet over it before walking over to another emotionless. There wasn't any feeling involved; she couldn't let herself feel sad for every dead body she got in here.

Cutting into the cold dead skin, she stopped seeing a familiar tattoo on the back of their shoulder. Sure it was a generic one, but it still filled her with dread knowing who it could belong to.

Her stomach dropped as she turned the body over slowly and wailed when she saw your blank face staring back up at her white eyes open into nothingness. "No!"

Jumping up, she accidentally bumped into you, causing you to groan in your sleep. She quickly realized her mistake and lay back with you, throwing an arm over your waist and holding you tighter than before as she stared at that small tattoo on your bare shoulder. ♣

Mira:

She watched through the screen as the words 'Game Over' lit up over your picture in shock before a laser came down from the sky, burning through your head.

Mira watched in heartbreak as your knees buckled under the pressure of your dead weight. You lost a game of hearts. One of her games. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You'd gone in for her. She asked you to watch over her game, so she had more time to prepare others. Now you were gone, and there was nothing she could do about it.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes as she turned in bed, feeling you next to her, but her heart still hurt from the pain of the nightmare. It almost made her feel bad about the designs of her games. Almost. ♠

[ordin-arily]

Hello!! Saw that your requests were open so ima shoot my shot >;) || Requesting a gn reader x 2018!Donnie with an already established relationship! Reader is up on the rooftop of their apartment and it tending to the communities garden! While up there, reader is doing the "he love me, he loves me not" flower game out loud with Donnie in mind (of course hehe). Reader ends up landing on "he loves me not" dispite already being in a relationship and so they thow a playfull tantrum. Unbeknownst to reader, Donnie was looking for reader and found them up top and heard the whole thing 😌💖

here's your fic my love!! i went off the rails a little i think, but i hope you still love it!

warning: (light) fight/argument

words: 2900

The sky is cloudy when you climb up to the rooftop of your apartment complex. (There’s a storm brewing up in your mind too; how fitting that the weather should reflect it.) 

You do your best to come up here every other weekday, usually in the mornings before class or work, or around golden hour when you convince yourself you’re tending to the community garden but, really, you’re just here for the magnificence that is the sun’s descent behind the NYC skyline.

Today, though, you reckon there won’t be a sunset at all. It might even rain later tonight which is as good an explanation as any as to why you’re the only person up here—though it’s not like you ever run into too many of the building’s residents  with green thumbs in the first place. You can’t say you hold it against them. Life is busy and difficult and, sometimes, it's a demanding task to keep one plant alive, let alone a whole rooftop full. 

And, so, it’s just you and your elderly neighbour, Pete, who take it upon yourselves to spend your free time watering, fertilizing, and potting. 

It’s a meditative hobby, one that grounds you in the most literal of ways. (You don’t get much closer to earth than plants.) There’s just something about it that lets you process a day’s worth of chaos so that, in the end, it doesn’t seem so impossible to greet tomorrow. 

This morning, you were here with Pete, humming to yourself and making small talk with him. A brief mention of how you were looking forward to meeting up with your boyfriend later in the day had your neighbour smiling generously and asking about him a little. Not the “what does he do” or “do you go to the same school” sort of inquiries—which is what you so cherish about Pete. He doesn’t care much for banalities. 

Instead, he'd asked things like “what kind of person is he?” and “could he build me a better hearing aid, do you think?”

You gave him a light laugh and assured him that you would absolutely pass on the message. 

You’d spoken of Donnie so fondly then.

Unfortunately, with the way the day had unfolded, you’d forgotten to put in Pete’s request, and the sudden realization stomps you further into the basement of distress.

You inhale a sharp breath, one you hope will be steadying but really only rattles you further.

And then the memory comes. 

It unfolds slowly; feels less suffocating while your hands are busy like this. Your  heart doesn't pick up in your chest like it did earlier—doesn’t threaten to bruise your ribs blue and black as it hammers against them—and it’s easier to see where things went wrong now.

When you’d stepped foot in the lair after your morning class, as you so often did on this particular weekday, you found Donnie tucked away in a corner of his lab with twelve mechanical arms—and two flesh ones—all monkeying around some new mechanism.

“Hiii!” you’d singsonged, hankering to catch up with the best part of your day.

He’d barely turned, oh-so focused on his work. You knew how he got once he was in a groove and that was honestly fine with you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Brought you some coffee,” you announced, putting down both styrofoam cups on a lab table, then dropping your jacket over one of the stools and your backpack on the floor. 

“Hey, thanks,” Donnie said into his new brain child, voice muffled by the metal panel his head was currently jammed up in.

You dug around for the laptop in your bag, more than happy to busy yourself with some assignments while you waited. “What are you working on?”

A clanging thud came from somewhere inside the panel, and you cringed at the noise. 

Donnie answered you all the same, even if it was through a series of grunts: “A new engine for the—mmph—T-tank. I’m hoping it’ll—ugh—run a little—unf—smoother.”

“Ooh,” you gushed supportively. “Very cool.”

“Do I detect a note of sarcasm?"

“I would never!” you gasped wryly. “No, but actually. You know I love your work. Don’t always understand it, but I love it.”

You diverted your attention to a few open documents on your desktop, but Donnie stuck his head out to peer at you. “How can you love something if you don’t understand it?” 

You lowered the screen a little. “Wh… Do I have to understand the sun to love the feeling of sunlight on my face?"

“Well… by definition, yes. At least in some capacity. You would need to know what the concept of warmth is to identify the feelings of affection associated with it. How do you know what you’re loving about it if you don’t even know what it is at a fundamental level?”

“I just… do? I don’t know, the feeling is just... there?” You shrugged easily enough, figuring he might just let this be, even if he wasn’t in total agreement with you.

Of course... you would have been wrong.

He stood up, making his way over to you cautiously. “I just don’t get how you can feel that without really understanding a given object, phenomenon, person, place, etcetera.”

“Well, can you ever really understand something? I mean, to its fullest extent? Isn’t that pretty impossible?” You took a small, light sip from your coffee. “Ultimately, we’re bound to our senses, right?"

“I concur, yes, but feelings as strong as… love... require at least an elementary comprehension of the object for which that emotion is held, even if the parameters we set for our understanding are completely arbitrary.”

You stopped, really mulling over his side of the argument.

Just as you were formulating a response though—one that was largely in accordance with his point, mind you—he piped up again.

“Does this mean you don’t understand my inventions? Because, you know, I always do my best to explain them in layman’s terms. And, by extension, I have to wonder if that means you don’t actually understand... me."

Your cup hit the table with a little more force than you'd intended. “How did we get here? All I’m trying to say is I love your work, even if I don’t always totally grasp the intricacies of how they function.”

“But I always explain the intricacies. I feel like I’m finding out you never actually listen.”

His eyes kept going back and forth between you and the table, so very fraught.

You shook your head. “It’s not like that. I just… I’m not always able to follow everything going on, even in 'layman’s terms.’” 

The emphasis on those words were laced with a slightly mocking edge—again, not intended. It was just that… Donnie could come off so condescending sometimes. 

“Well, why don’t you ask me to clarify? It doesn’t bother me, you know?”

You let out an odd little puff of air. 

“What—you think it does?"

“Don, I know it does. How many times do you huff and puff explaining things to your brothers?”

“Okay, but you’re not them!” he cried out.

That gave you pause.

Donnie sank in on himself a little, looking rather… despondent all of a sudden. “I tried explaining my tech to them. Our whole lives growing up. And they’d either cut me off or fall asleep or—or call me a nerd! You were the only one who ever—!” he broke off with an angry sigh then fell quiet. "Who ever listened…"

“Donnie—“

“No!” he shouted again. “No, no! I thought you understood, Y/N. I thought you got it! I thought finally someone…”

The cadence in his voice was all over the place, rising and falling like the rapid ebb and flow of spring tides. 

If you’d known this conversation would turn out like this, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“It’s not like I don’t understand any of them…” you tried. There had to be some kind of damage control you could attempt...

But Donnie didn’t seem very willing to listen.

So, what else was there left to do but pack your things silently and tell him to give you a call when he felt like talking again? If… he felt like talking again.

You’d had to swallow down the lump in your throat as you left him there, biting back whimpers all the way to the surface. And then you walked home, tears streaming down your cheeks and shoulders quaking—quite a different walk of shame, but about just as humiliating. 

Nice.

Your apartment felt like nauseating refuge and you laid in bed past dinner, damning to hell any homework you’d been planning to do. It was the last thing you could think about.

You and Donnie rarely fight. The times when you do are never explosive or trivial, which is why they always cut deep. It means there’s a real issue that needs to be dealt with. This time, though...

You’re unconfident about a solution. You can promise to be a better listener, sure, but the two of you have been dating for something like five years now. If you know Donnie, he’s more than likely feeling betrayed and… those are a lot of years worth of betrayal.

You clip just south of where you want to, and only this accidental snip brings you back to the present moment. You watch the flower as it floats down clumsily into earth below. 

At least this mistake isn’t so grave. You figure the plant still looks okay—you wouldn’t even call it a bad haircut. Just one poorly angled trim.

Still, you decide it might be best to lay down the shears for a while. So you do just that, cradling the fallen flower, bringing it to the edge of the rooftop where you take up an uncomfortable seat and indulge in a grey sky. 

There are tinges of muted purple where you know the sun is surely setting behind the clouds right about now and you hope, if you’re patient enough, you might get to see some flashes of lighting. Hear the rumbles of thunder, feel the wash of evening rain.

For now, though you simply thumb the petals on your flower, letting your vision go misty over the cityscape.

That is, until you feel one of the petals fall. Your attention pulls downward and you stare it, feeling wistful suddenly. You didn’t mean to do that...

You’re not sure what comes over you—maybe an urge to put the flower to good use now that you’ve mangled it—but you mumble out a small, “He loves me,” and pray to every deity you know that Pete won’t pick this very minute to find you up here talking to yourself. He’d never judge or mind, of course not, but this is for your own dignity. 

You pick off the next petal. “He loves me not.”

And the next. “He loves me.”

Each ends up blown in the wind which is not only remarkably melodramatic, but also not your ideal method of disposal, what with the compost box idling not fifteen feet from where you’re sitting.

By the time you reach the last petal, you kind of want to cry.

Obviously, this is in no way indicative of real life, but the thought hurts all the same.

“He loves me... not.”

You stay with that, inconsolably sullen. 

You half a mind to reach for your phone—to text or call him, to see if he’s up for a chat, but you know better than to step over his boundaries like that and, besides, you left the device in your room, under the covers with the rest of your despair. You’re just about to get up—call it a night, throw in the towel, wave your white flag—when, out of nowhere, another flower falls into your lap. 

Donatello's voice is low in your ear. “He loves me.”

You observe it there in your lap for one small moment, shutting your eyes at the ripple of relief that passes over you.

You kind of just want to put your head in your hands, fold in on yourself even, but then Donnie takes his rightful place beside you and you can’t do anything except stare.

“Don’t talk over yourself all at once or anything,” he deadpans. And then: “I mean that, let me go first.”

The corners of your mouth twitch.

“I… Um." His eyebrows raise and his head tilts like maybe he had words prepared but like they’ve most definitely vanished from that big brain of his. “I’m sorry. I overreacted. I do know that you listen.”

You open your mouth to argue—to jump in and tell him that his feelings are valid when he holds up a hand.

“W-wait. Let me finish. Don’t tell me I had a point. That shouldn’t have been a fight, okay? That was my own insecurity and you got the brunt of it.” He glances out at the horizon, then back you. "It’s okay that you don’t understand my inventions as well as I do. It was unreasonable for me to expect that.”

Now that he’s done, you’re actually a little dubious about what to reply. You twirl the flower in your lap aimlessly.

“What made you change your mind?”

“I…” He inhales and when he breathes out again, he’s smiling. “I know your bubble tea order, and your favourite ice cream flavour, and your favourite hobby.” He gestures around like this last one is, clearly, evident. 

You look down, only a little sheepish.

“I know the names of all your friends and family, and where you go to school. What pet names you like to be called, your hopes and dreams, the things that keep you up at night... I know your birthday and your favourite foods—and I could tell you all about your pet peeves, your taste in music, and your favourite franchises.

"But... I don’t know the first word you ever spoke or what age you learned to ride a bike, or even what three things you’d bring with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

At this hypothetical, he gives you a playful roll of the eyes, silently reminding you how he hates those kind of platitudes but also that, apparently, he’s willing to entertain them if it means discovering something new about you.

“Where’s this headed, Othello?” you ask softly, a desperate attempt to get him to move past the sentimental stuff lest you turn into a puddle right here.

“I guess… just—that I realized I don’t totally understand you yet. And while I might not ever get to know you fully and completely, I would very much like to spend… the future... learning as much as I possibly can.” 

You can’t help but grin at the way he’s so careful to avoid the “rest of my life” cliché and the insinuations that come along with it. Of course, you’re not overly preoccupied with such details. After all, these sappy speeches are rare enough and you should probably seize the opportunity while you can.

“I…” you mumble softly, inching your face closer to his. “Would very much like that too."

Your foreheads fall together for a small, special moment before you press upwards and kiss him sweetly.

He falls into it, ostensibly eager to welcome any signs of forgiveness you’ll spare.

“‘M sorry I yelled at you,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“S’okay.” You draw back a little. “I get it. Your tech means a lot to you.”

“It… feels like part of me. Like, three whole quarters of me,” he admits. “And it’s kind of hard to come to terms with the fact that… you know, it’s not. Not really.”

You think on that for a moment. “Of course it’s part of you. They're your creations.”

He seems to consider this but, before he can wager a response, you’re leaning in a little closer.

"And that’s why I can love them without understanding them. Because I love you."

He perks up at this, all kinds of love sick.

His grin goes loopy, cheeks and snout dusted in pink, and then he’s clearing his throat, avoiding your gaze, sitting up a little straighter. “Well, that’s one way to win a debate."

Your arms go up in the air triumphantly. “He’s accepted defeat!”

"Might I interest thee in a pizza dinner for thine victory?”

“My, my, and here I thought this flower was reward enough,” you chirp, holding it up for him.

Donnie looks shy suddenly.

“You stole it from up here didn’t you?”

He nods ruefully. 

You laugh, getting to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Come on, Thiefatello. Our pizza evening awaits.”

“God, I hope that nickname won’t stick.” He slides his palm in yours, letting you help him up. 

“Well, that all depends on what else you’ve plundered.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Fine, keep your secrets,” you concede, making your way to the roof’s access door. “It’ll cost you greatly though.”

“Oh?” he utters curiously.

“Some bubble tea with our pie,” you ask more than tell.

“Oh, well, obviously. I’m not a barbarian, Y/N."

You grin widely. And then: “Oh, by the way, I’ve got a favour to ask.”

“I’m all ears.”

“How much would you say you know about hearing aids?”

[tartglias]

Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

[intuitive-bbloom]

🌌What does spirit want you to know? 💙🌌

Hello my amazing, lovelies 💙 How are you doing? I hope you’re doing fine and if you’re not, here are some good vibes ✨✨✨ you’re blessed and loved. Everything will be fine ☺️ Well you’re here for spiritual messages, not mine 😂😂🤡 Okay let’s get in. Also four piles! Great it flows as left to right.

Disclaimer: Pictures aren’t mine, I got them from Pinterest

How to pick?

Ground yourself by taking in steady breaths and relax, call out for your spirit guides energy to show you what they intend to show you. Like a line connecting you and the message. Pick whatever calls out to you. Your senses will be of great help.

Pile 1

Listen and take notes, what is going on in your life is your fault, not anyone else’s. You have to sit up and take responsibility for your actions and for the people you’ve hurt, karma is a thing, seek out forgiveness and make amends with the people you have hurt. Your friend, you know who, talk to them. Pick yourself back up and stop victimizing yourself, you know what you must do to get out of the position you’re in. The world doesn’t hate you and neither do we, just do the right thing.

Okay pile 1, what did you do? 👀 spirit isn’t angry but damn they do seem fed up, they give me masculine energy and they might be the leader of your spirit team.

Pile 2

You’re going through a period of introspection, I know it’s hard and painful right now but don’t give up. This is a time for a rebirth, the hermit. You have to look deep inside of yourself and find the truth and answer, we’re with you every step of the way so don’t be afraid to talk to us. That hobby you dropped and haven’t picked up again ever since? Please get back into it, you’ll discover some new things, some new joys. As they say, you’ll have to see the storm before the rainbow, we are working hard to bring you closer to where you’re meant to be. So chin up dear, we love you but you’ll have to endure this period for awhile to come out as a beautiful butterfly 🦋

Spirit guide is so motherly, they give me feminine older woman vibes. Don’t worry pile 2 everything will be alright 💕

Pile 3

It is not your fault. The people around you don’t deserve you, you are smart, worthy, talented and amazing. You need to take a step back and see it, your worth is not placed on what they want and can gain from you, it is you that can make that judgment, not anyone else. So take a step back from this circle, your manifestations are being listened to.

Pile 3 do you have a hard time setting boundaries? Or saying no to people? Your spirit guides have made the information clear, now would be a good time to manifest.

Pile 4

There is time for everything, your path and the path of others aren’t the same, so don’t compare yourself to them or wonder why you aren’t rich or famous by now. We are all working hard to arrange it, call it divine timing. All you have to do is work and believe and everything will fall into place, just because it doesn’t look like much now doesn’t mean it’ll always be this way, also practice showing more gratitude for what you have now, so you can have more in the future. You’re a winner so act like one, now might not be your celebration but it’ll soon come.

Hmmmm gratitude pile 4 really stuck out to me cuz I try to practice it more and more, the more grateful you are, the more happy you become. Find joy comfort in the little things ✨

𝔹𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕞✨

[elysiadjarin]

Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

[f4iryjeons]

SOLUTIONS TO ARGUMENTS

Warnings: sex is implied, jk drinks a beer with his dad, they're 18.

Quarterback! JK X Cheer captain! Reader

Highschool AU.

Drabble series

“Why can’t you hear me out!?” You protested marching to follow your boyfriend around the island. “Because Yn! I understand it's something you don't like, but I respect your hobbies!” he opposed turning around to face you. “My hobbies? I'm not slowly killing myself!” you cried out stepping closer to him and picking up the painkillers that sat on the counter. He took the pills from your hand hastily, “You’re so— fuck! I get hurt once and you're telling me to throw away everything?” he raised his voice much more now, showing his anger. “I’m only saying it because I love you!” you shrieked stepping back from him. “I can’t quit the team. You know how much football means to me, and yet you don't-” “Don't you dare say I don't care.” your voices were lowered, but you still spoke with determination and strength behind your voice. “Do you? Do you really? I- I worry about you every day too you know? With cheer and all. But I’d never ask you to leave the team, so why can't you do that for me?” he implored stepping closer to you. “If you asked me I’d listen in a heartbeat.” You corrected him and he sighed. “Don’t make me choose between you and football, that’s not fair,” he uttered. You opened your mouth to speak but instead, you were distracted by the sound of the front door opening.

“Kookie, we're home!” his mother's voice called, as you heard the sound of keys and bags coming closer. “Oh hey Yn, I didn't know you were coming over today, are you staying for dinner?” his mother asked as she placed the grocery bags on the island. You looked at Jeongguk who anticipated your answer. You nodded, “Sure, I’d love to stay.” you smiled at Mrs. Jeon. “Jeongguk, I need you, I bought some parts for the mustang, we can start working on it some more.” his dad came in tossing a football toward him which he effortlessly caught. “Hey! Don't throw balls in the house and Yn why don't you help me cook? I'm preparing Jeongguk's favorite and I think it will be important for you to know his favorite food yeah?” she grinned at you. Jeongguk’s mother already saw you as her daughter-in-law and was 250% positive you two were getting married. You let out a dry chuckle, a smile tugging at your lips but not reaching your eyes as you nodded looking at Jeongguk, your hands absentmindedly toying with your promise ring. His eyes trailed over your form, his expression was grim, he turned his head and walked out of the kitchen following behind his father.

You were usually pragmatic and imperturbable. You couldn't put your finger on this argument though. Who was the selfish one in this situation, was it you? The one asking her boyfriend to stop doing something he loves, or him; the one who makes his girlfriend worry if she’ll see him healthy and not in a hospital bed after a game. Being in a relationship with Jeongguk meant not having a solution to your problems all the time, there wasn’t always a right person, sometimes you both were wrong. And you’d just have to work through your problems, as you’d eventually do this one. That’s what made relationships stronger, the couple’s ability to solve problems always strengthened them. “Did you two fight?” His mother took you out of your thoughts, she was currently rinsing some of the vegetables. You sighed, “Is it obvious?”. “Very, what is it?” she asked beginning to cut the vegetables. “Football.” you huffed, the sport sounding bittersweet on your tongue. His mother chuckled, “Yeah, welcome to the club. The Jeon men are like that. I swear he gets that hard head of his from his father. Once his mind is made up he won't change.” she acknowledged. “I know. No matter how hard he gets tackled, how bad the consequences are. All he seems to care about is that stupid sport.” you ranted, setting the table. “If you don't care for them who will,” she added which caused you to release a breathy laugh. “Too true.”

Jeongguk and his dad had been deep in conversation the moment they stepped foot in the garage. “Want a beer?” his father asked looking at Jeongguk who was inspecting his mustang. “I’m not-” “I’m your old man, here.” his father handed him the can. “Plus you do it anyway.” his father muttered. “Does Yn have you in the doghouse or something?” he asked opening his can. Jeongguk took a sip of beer, bitterness engulfing his tongue. “I don't think so, she's just pissed off, we’ll fix it later,” he answered. “What’d you do, drop your yogurt or something?” his father asked causing Jeongguk to choke on his drink. He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “No- no just never say that again.” Jeongguk shook his head toward his father. “So your pickle didn't sneeze too early?” he asked to be sure and Jeongguk shook his head frantically. “It's nothing to do with sex- can we please change the topic,” Jeongguk argued running his hands through his hair in embarrassment. “It's about me playing football,” Jeongguk admitted, leaning on the desk of tools. “She thinks I'm hurting myself and all and she wants me to quit, but dad. C’mon, I love football.” Jeongguk explained, “I just don’t know what to do. I do love her and I know how she feels, or at least I want to but I don't want to quit something I'm so passionate about.” Jeongguk revealed, soon after he took a big gulp of the drink in his hand. “I’m going to be honest, I always knew you would have this problem.” his father started, “three strikes.” he then added. Jeongguk looked at him confused. “Three strikes, if you get hurt three times you quit the team, that's only fair to you both.” his father explained. “Dad, that's like telling me to walk on a piece of thread-” he groaned, “But, it is fair. I guess.” Jeongguk finished, drinking the rest of the beer in his hand.

Dinner was quiet, for you and Jeongguk at least. His parents kept the chatter alive asking you two random questions to keep you included in the conversation. “Aww! I remember when Jeongguk first introduced you to us—” his mother started placing her hand on yours. “He was so nervous and kept telling us to be on our best behavior. Remember that Kookie?” his mother reminisced taking a sip of wine. He cleared his throat, “Yeah.” he let out. His father grinned at his mother with a knowing look. “You were too cute back then. We thought Yn was just a high school girlfriend but she's more than that hm?” his mother rhetorically asked grinning at you two. Jeongguk was sitting directly across from you, his eyes met yours temporarily before he went back to eating his food.

Jeongguk and you stayed to clean up after dinner, you were washing the dishes and he was behind doing something you didn’t care too much for. His parents went upstairs, probably to bed but they invited you to stay the night, and you just can’t say no to his mother. Plus you wanted to talk to Jeongguk, you couldn’t just ignore each other, the tension in the air was becoming suffocating.

His hands slid around your waist, his head laying on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled against your shoulder, you sighed, “Me too.” You spoke still rinsing the dishes. “No, you're just worried about me I should be mindful of that. So.. I've been thinking. If I get hurt three times, I'll quit.” he said, the hair on your neck rose, he didn't mean that. You turned around, now face to face with him. “You don't mean that..” you mumble shaking your head. “I do. I really do.” he placed his hand on your waist. “I love you Yn.” he reminded you, kissing your lips softly. You nodded, mumbling the words back. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time his lips lingered before it deepened. Your hands absentmindedly wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. Jeongguk pulled away to look at you. “My room?” he asked in a hushed whisper, already knowing what he was suggesting you playfully rolled your eyes. Sighing out an exaggerated “Fine.” Jeongguk grinned at you letting out an excited chuckle as his strong arms picked you up, your legs intrinsically wrapping around his waist as you let out a giggle in surprise. “Calm down! I'm not going anywhere.” you whisper-yelled causing him to chuckle rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs.