#hanging onto these moments cuz it’s all we got

[tonixe]

mine ౨ৎ

A/N: I'm back, yeah I know. I've been out for a few months or years idk. I wanted to write this, cuz I love dad!kento, also this been in my mind rent-free, and just hell yeah. Also happy Valentine's Day, and sorry for the late submission, but this was part of my Valentine's book/smutbook on Wattpadd/a03 so just a cross-post.

WARNING: p in the v, oral sex, cursing, no condom we fuck raw, cunnilingus, not proofread lmao...

PAIRING: nanami kento x reader

WORD COUNTER: 3135

Every morning, it was the same routine just like before, children laughing at the scent of heavily waxed crayons and baby wipes in the air, and the occasional wail from reluctant toddlers and kids. You have gotten so used to the chaos of kids, the rush of parents dropping their kids off before heading off to work,

"Look Miss. L/N—do you like the picture I drew!" you turned your head to see one of the toddlers, standing right beside you showing a picture they drew. You smiled, patting their head, 

"This looks so good, I'll make sure to hang this on the bulletin board," you said, crouching down to take hold of the drawing, the toddler smiled, as they ran back to the other kids exclaiming about how her drawing got to the bulletin board.

Yeah, it was the usual for you, working at the daycare. You readjusted your pastel yellow colored apron, and your hair in a ponytail so it doesn't get in your face, it takes a bunch of energy to take care of these kids filled with energy all day, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sound of yelling kids, you turned to see 

Him.

Yuuji's dad

The moment he walked it, it made your heart beat faster, feeling your cheeks heating up. You were in a quiet panic, you tell yourself it's just another parent, and just another kid check—all a part of your routine, you breathed. Usually, he always on-time, greeting you with a smile—like he was happy to see you. Maybe it's the way he take an extra moment to ask about Yuji's dad, that made you feel some type of way—or the way his deep voice makes your stomach flutter just a little too much.

But today, he was running late. He was a little disheveled, his green, polka-dot tie was loosened, and his blonde hair tousled like his finger was through it a little too many times. He's holding Yuji's tiny backpack in his right as his other freehand is holding onto his hand, the little boy skipping alongside him.

"Mr. Nanami" you called out, a smile on your face,

"Sorry for the rush," he says, his voice a little breathless as he steps up to you, "Mornings are always something different with him.." he gestures to Yuuji who was practically waiting to be free to run around.

You let out a little laugh, crouching down to Yuuji, whose attention was on you, "Did you give your dad some trouble?" you asked, teasing him.

You watched as Yuuji shook his head furiously, laughing a little bit.

"No! I just made him chase me around" he confessed, with a cheeky smile on his lips. You looked at Nanami, who just sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and making you blush.

"He's not wrong" he admits, "he has speed—think I got to start training if I want to keep up with him"

You bit your lip, trying to suppress another smile, "Oh!—I'll take this" You took hold of Yuuji's backpack, and you felt Nanami's finger brushing against yours—the sensation of skin against skin made you freeze for a moment, it just send a sudden spark thorough you. 

The warmth of his hand is gone, as quick as it came as you had Yuuji's backpack in hand, your gaze flickered to him but he was looking directly at you. It wasn't a casual glance, not an accidental meeting of eyes—what were you even talking about, 

You cleared your throat, focusing back on Yuuji, "Alright, Yuji! You ready for a fun day" You smiled at him, and the pink-haired kid nodded enthusiastically, 

You stood up, as Nanami let out a small sigh, and ruffled Yuuji's hair, "Be good today, okay?" He patted Yuuji,

"I will, papa!" 

You watched as Yuuji started running into the play area, "You're really great with him, you know" You turned your attention to Nanami, his voice was softer but still deep. You fl your cheek heating up,  as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "He's a great kid" you smiled.

He exhaled, for a small chuckle, "Yeah...he is—but I appreciate you looking out for him" he said, you nodded with a smile, turning a glance at Yuuji already playing with the other kids, 

"It's no problem," you said,  "it's actually my pleasure to have him with me"

He nods, taking a step backward, his attention now on his watch that was on his wrist, "Shoot—I have to go, I'll be a little late, picking Yuuji up"

"Okay!" you nodded, as you watched him leave out of the door, you tried to shake off the warmth that was still lingering from that one moment of fleeting touch, you started walking to the cubby as you put Yuuji's backpack in his cubby, 

𝜗𝜚

For the rest of the morning, you tried to shake off the lingering feeling from that brief touch, it clung onto you like so stubborn thought,—you couldn't let go of it. You were focused on your task—helping the kids with the art projects, cleaning up the paint spills, and singing songs during circle time. Suddenly, you felt Yuuji tugging at your sleeve, making you turn to him. 

"Miss L/N," he asked, tilting his head, you blinked down at him, "Yeah, Yuuji"

He grins after getting your attention, "My papa, thinks you're really nice.

You felt your stomach flipping, your breath hitched as you processed his words, before letting out a small laugh, a nervous one. "Oh? And how do you know that?" you asked, cocking your eyebrows.

"Cause he say so" Yuuji shrugs, completely unaware of the way his words send your heart into overdrive, "—And-and, one time, he said, 'Miss L/N, is really good with you, and I said yeah! And he smiled really big" 

Your breath caught slightly, "Well, I think your papa is really nice too"  you confessed, patting his head, you watched as he beamed, satisfied with your answer before he ran off again to join his friends at the craft table. Meanwhile, you were just crouching down gripping the stack of construction paper, realizing what JUST HAPPEN.

He talks about you...

You knew him to be polite, and kind—and always took an interest in his son's care, but the fact he brought you up in the conversation made your heart pang, even with the passing remark, made something warm bloom up in your chest.

As the day dragged on, parents started trickling into the daycare for pickup. Your eyes darted to the door as you helped give the parents their kid's backpack, you won't lie that you were waiting for him to show up, but it was going too late

And then, he walks in.

This time he wasn't rushed, his tie was still loosened even more, and you were able to see a little bit of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms that you definitely shouldn't be looking at—but everything about made your ovaries go crazy.

He had a small, tired small on his face as he spots you with Yuuji, sitting on one of the colorful tables coloring.

You stood up, walking towards Nanami, 

"Hey," he says, his warm, deep voice made you even smile more.

"Hi," you reply, and you curse yourself for how breathless you were, then Yuuji runs straight to his father, hugging him tightly, "Papa!"

"Hey, buddy" Nanami chuckles, ruffling his hair, "Did you have a good day today?" he asked,

Yuuji nods excitedly, "Uh-huh! We painted and played outside, and Miss L/N made us animal-shaped snacks"

"Animal-shaped snacks, huh" Nanami looked up at you, and you shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "What can I say, the kids love it," you said, laughing—a deep, rich..genuine sound that made your knees weak. "That's impressive, I could barely cut yuuji's sandwiches into triangles without messing it up"

"Well,—if you ever need tips on some snack artistry, I'm your girl," you said, before you even fully processed your words, you were clearly flirting with him, but your words were already out, you watched him as he smirked.

"I'll keep that in mind"

Some silence came after, but it was all as long as it came. It was replaced by the familiar rush of parents coming in to get their kids. You stepped back, offering a small smile, "Well, you heard from him, Yuuji had a great day. I'll see you both tomorrow" You pointed at them, with a smile.

Nanami hesitates for a moment, "Yeah..tomorrow" but before he turns to leave, he pauses for a moment like he wants to say something else. He glances down at yuuji, who's busy putting on his backpack, then back at you, 

"By the way..I was wondering...do you—" 

"PAPA, CAN WE GET ICE CREAM..PLEASE!!" Yuuji suddenly yells, catching you off-guard, and interrupting whatever is about to be said.  You laughed as Nanami let out an exaggerated sigh, ruffling his hair, "Sure"

You watched as Yuuji tugged his dad's hand, as you stood there, —wait what was he going to say to you? Nanami glances back at you, his lips twitching before sighing dramatically, "Guess we lost this round" he says, looking at Yuuji, "but maybe next time"

Your breath hitches before you can respond, and he just winks at you, leaving you speechless, breathless,—oh my gosh, you were just grinning like a idiot.

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The next morning, you were typing the back of your apron, as you tell yourself not to get your hopes up again, maybe last night was just a playful teasing, nothing serious—just friendly chit-chat.

But the way he hesitated before leaving, the way he said, 'maybe next time', the way he winked—it all replays in your head as you prep the daycare, wiping down the table with wipes.  You shook your head, trying to push away your thoughts—you were at work, just another day, nothing special.

With the sound of the door opening, you turned your head to see Nanami walking into the daycare.

He wasn't wearing his usual collar shirt with a tie, instead, he was wearing a light brown sweater, and his hair was slightly messier. Yuuji was bouncing excitedly beside him, but Nanami's eyes were still on you,

"Morning," he says, his voice was smoother than usual.

"Good morning" you reply, forcing yourself to sound normal, even though your heart was still racing, yuuji let go of his dad's hand, and started to run to the toy corner, leaving you too alone. Nanami exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, "So...about yesterday"

'yesterday?"

Your stomach flips, "What about it?"

He chuckles slightly, shifting on his feet. "I was actually trying to ask you something before someone—" he shoots a playful glare at Noah, who was completely entrance as he played with one of the toy dinosaurs in his hand.

You arch your brows, crossing your arms in mock suspicion, "What were you going to ask" you tilted your head, and he paused, as he thought for a moment, "You're really gonna make me say it, huh?"

You eyes widen for a moment, biting your lip, wait—

"I don't know what you mean"

He laughs softly, shaking his head, "I was going to ask...if you like to get dinner with me"

Dinner with Nanami, you felt your heart-stopping.

"Dinner?" your voice almost cracking, 

"Yeah" he says, clearing his throat,

"Like a date?" you asked, his lips curved into a dangerous smirk—the one that makes your knees feel weak, "Yeah, a date."

"Oh..wow, I—uh, wasn't expecting that" 

"Really" he arches a brow, "I expected that Yuuji isn't good at keeping my secrets" You glanced over at Yuuji, who was playing with the dinosaurs, and you shook your head with a grin. "I don't know...I think he's been pretty discreet" You smiled.

Nanami laughs, then exhales softly, "So..what would you say?"

"Yeah, of course" you smiled, feeling your face heating up. His shoulder relaxes, "Great—how about Friday?"

"Friday is perfect" 

"Good" he glances at yuuji then back at you, "I should go—before he accidentally sets something on fire"

"Good idea" you laugh.

"I'll text you"

"Y-yeah" you nodded, as you waved him 'goodbye'.

...

You were staring at your closet, as your clothes were scattered all over your bed, the door wide open, revealing an overwhelming selection, but everything was not—quite right. Too casual, too formal, too boring, too much.  You groaned in frustration, running a hand through your hair, as you pulled up another dress, holding it against yourself in the mirror,

it was an off-shoulder black dress, it was cute, simple, and flattering. 

You looked back at your phone, checking the time, thirty more minutes,

You felt your stomach doing nervous flips, as you became anxious about the date, you didn't know how Nanami had been having a crush on you for the whole time,— the man who somehow makes dropping his kids off at daycare look effortlessly attractive, making your ovaries practically screaming—is the one that asked you out on a date. 

You slip on the press, smoothing the fabric down, as you step into a pair of heels, looking in the mirror. The dress looked good on you, snagging the right parts of your curves. The sound of your phone notifications, you reached for your phone, he was almost here, and your heart was beating against your chest.

...

You walked out of your apartment, to hear the sound of a car pulling up outside making your heart stutter. You peek out the window, and sure enough, he was there. His car—sleek, understate,d and classy, just like him. He steps out, adjusting his tie, and scanning the street before looking at you,

"You look beautiful" he murmurs, a slow warmth spread through your chest as he compliments you. "Thank you" trying to keep your voice light despite your pulse practically racing now, 

You watched as he opened the door for you, the gesture smooth effortless, like second nature. You slide in, as he rounds the car to get himself inside, allowing you to have a moment to breathe, you look in the sideview mirror, giving yourself another look before he gets in.

You were going to have him for the whole night—and you were so ready.

.

The restaurant was elegant, but not too flashy—refined, intimate, the king of place that perfectly suit Nanami perfectly. The soft lighting casts a golden hue over the room, the quiet hum of jazz playing in your background.

It was clear that Nanami made a reservation for this restaurant, everything about him was precise, intentional, and well thought-out. He pulled out a chair before he took a seat at his own chair,

"Is everything alright?" he asked, like a gentleman

You nodded, smiling

"It's perfect"

The waiter hands you both menus, you don't glance at them though, not when Nanami was watching you like that—calm, observant, his gaze steady and searching.

"I have to admit" he began talking after a moment, setting his menu down, "This surprise you said yes"

You blinked for a moment, tilting your head slightly, "And why's that?"

Nanami exhales, rolling his sleeves up just a little, revealing his stronger foreman that you couldn't stop staring at, his finger tapping idly against the table. "You..." you pause, considering your words, 

"You're warm, bright. You make things lighter just by being there"

The compliment is unexpected, a raw in a way you don't often hear from him.

"And I assumed someone like you..would already have a boyfriend..or something"

Your lips parted, his comment catching you off-guard, by the weight of his words, "Well,  you murmur, "I suppose you're lucky I don't" you teased,

Nanami's lips twitched slightly—not quite into a smirk, but something else.

...

But you wouldn't have expected to be here, your dress pulled up as you were bent over for Nanami, feeling his cock being stuffed into you, as you moaned. You half-lidded eyes, as he roamed your body, his rough hands on your waist.

'pap!, pap!, pap!'

the sound of your wet cunt being plunged by Nanami's cock, echoed through the hotel room—it was too much, gosh.

Your clothes or whatever was left of your dress was on the floor, including his, the smell of sex lingering in the air, 

"Hngh.." you moaned, as his hips kept on rolling into you, feeling his cock hitting your cervix, making your eyes roll back. His hips slamming into your ass, with each powerful thrust. You felt yourself clenching down, tightening around his cock.

"Fuck" Nanami curses, 

He leaned down near your ears, his hand roughly grabbing onto your face, "You want me to fuck you harder, don't you" his voice was a low growl, "Want me to shove my cock into your tight—little pussy" you nodded frantic, you just wanted release. His cock just filled you up, feeling a bulge imprinted on your stomach, as he fucked you.

"Y-yes" you whimpered, your body trembling with need. You felt his grip pulling you near him, as you felt his washing board abs on your back.

You didn't know how many orgasms you were through, but your pussy was spent, battered, and bruised from his veiny cock.

 His rough hands cupped your breast, squeezing it gently, making you gasp. Your body arching towards him, as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, your pupils were dilated,

You heard his low chuckle, as "You like that, do you?" his dirty talking making you more arousal, as you clenched down on him,  "S-shit" he groaned, 

His hips rutting against your ass, 

He leaned down, his mouth clamped down on your nipple, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, and you mewled out. Your body bucking against his body, you felt your body trembling, you were so close, 

"You'll be such a good mommy for yuuji, huh," he said, his hot breath was against your ear, making you mewl, his cock was still fucking into your poor cunt. "Get you pregnant with my kid, and have you at home instead of the daycare"  he groans into your ear, 

You felt your orgasm building, the intensity growing with each passing moment. You moaned loudly, Nanami kept on thrusting into you. His hard cock hits your cervix again, sending shockwaves through your body.  He leaned into you for a rough kiss, as felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, moaning against him.

You withdrew, coming up for air, feeling his finger rubbing onto your clit, harshly rubbing on your nub, you felt light-headed from his touches, as you whimpered against his touch,

"Fuck—you feel s' good" he growled, his hips moving faster as he jackhammered you. His rough hands guided you up and down your cock,

"Ken m'so close—"

 you felt the coil in your stomach bursting, as you came down on his cock, clenching down tightly. Crying out in ecstasy, your body trembling from your orgasm, it was intense, feeling the pulse of pleasure radiating through your body.

You were riding out your high, as Nanami groaned in your ear, his cock pushing deep inside of you, filling you up. You felt his hot, gooey cum spurting into your womb, filling you with his hot seed. 

"Haaa..." your eyes practically rolling back as you felt cunt being stuffed, with his cum

"Your so good f' me..baby" he whispered in your ear, 

 so good...

[420jimmyuso]

girl who doesn’t play abt small finndamian moments part 2 just like Hold Hands at this point

srry 4 the ugly cut but it’s not my fault cody is homophobic 💔

[shirefantasies]

Hi!

Once you feel up to it, could you please write a oneshot of Fílí meeting a hobbit girl on his way to the Bag End and falling helplessly in love with her?

I have always imagined that Fílí and Kílí had arrived to Hobbiton a whole day early and spent it walking around - that, given how lost their uncle always was, Dís had sent them on the road earlier than necessary to ensure that they arrived in time.

So when they arrive to Hobbiton, the brothers are left to explore the market - and that’s when the coup de foudre happens - Fílí sees a hobbit (with strawberry blonde hair, please, if you don’t want to do reader-insert) selling all kinds of flour and has very short conversation with her. To his utter disappointment and annoyance, Kílí is responsible enough to talk him out of buying the huge bag of flour.

And, to be honest, that’s the reason behind Kílí’s grin and Fílí’s smirk we see when Bilbo opens the door.

Thank you soo much!

Please, take your time and care!

🪻🌸🪻🌸🪻

‘Cuz’ of Death- Fili x F!Hobbit!Reader

This is so long in the making 😅 but yay, brain finally brained! Enjoy some Fili fluff 🥰

Warnings: one suggestive comment

Hobbiton’s rolling hills are green as ever as you struggle to pull the wheelbarrow along the path to the market. Your wares are your charge, of course, but that does not stop you in the slightest from wishing you had someone to share in your burdens. And your victories. Not that some great many victories are won in the illustrious world of flour salesmanship, but the thought still stood.

Thoughts. Such are yours for the remaining duration of the trip, flitting about your mind in fancy until you enter the bustle of tents being raised and tables being lain with all manner of honeys, meats, fishers' catches, freshly baked bread, and so many more colorful and tantalizing offerings of your great land. A smile fills your face at the sight. For some, they are overwhelming. For you? Your livelihood. Livelihood and the secret charm of possibility that you might meet someone you do not know, someone from some far reaches of the Shire. Or beyond.

Snorting at that particular notion, you heft bags of flour onto the table your neighbor was kind enough to set up for you, sorting them once all of them are up there for a moment of muscle rest. You hang your sign, a wooden piece carved for you by your father, and take up your helm of sale.

~

Sunlight has fallen such that it casts into your eyes; cursing your short form, you shade yourself with an arm as two shapes enter your line of vision. Tall shapes. Men? Dwarves? Dwarves, judging by their garb, which appears to be that of mountain folk. Heavy tunics, fur linings, heavy boots and beaded braids. They also are not so towering as the men you’d met on a trip to Bree once.

The blonde one's eyes slide between your wares and you, alternating until you break into a smile.

"Could I interest you in any of these fine flours, sirs?"

"Sirs," the black-haired one snickers, though completely without malice, only humor.

"What's this one?" Pushing his neighbor aside, Blonde points at a medium-sized sack.

“Buckwheat flour,” you answer with a smile, “Good way to make your cookies tender if you don’t use too much. That is, if you make cookies much. I’m not sure what you like.”

“I have been wanting to get into baking.”

“What are you doing?” Black Hair hisses, a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. “We’ve got the party!”

“Yes,” Blonde agrees jovially, glancing back to you, “It is prudent to bring a gift, isn’t it? What about a nice bag of-”

“We’ve got a while yet! I’m not carrying that around for an hour! Are you?”

“Well-”

“Come on, Brother.”

“Brother?” You burst out before you could stop yourself. The pair doesn't look so much alike- perhaps they each look like one parent.

“Oh, my apologies, madam,” Blonde whips around and gives a bow, spinning his hand as he folds, “Fili, at your service, alongside my little brother here.”

Giving your name, you accept Fili’s proffered hand and giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of yours.

"Kili," the little brother pushes in, offering his hand, too, "And we were just leaving."

"What about the buckwheat?" Fili turns from Kili back to you, leaning on your table. "I'm quite interested in the...tender cookies? What on earth does that mean? Does that make them firmer or less firm? Or more...chewy?"

"You don't bake." Kili again, this time with less urgency and a great deal more amusement.

Fili must have made some disastrous attempts, you think, unable to stop the amusement that begins creeping across your lips. You picture him hunched with a look of dramatized defeat over a pan of crumbled, blackened cookies with smoke spiraling off them.

"I could learn," the elder retorts in a surprisingly determined tone.

Something about it moves your heart, loosens it further, speeds it even. These dwarves are nothing like you expected- not in appearance, manner, or of course location there at your table traveling some humble Shire market.

"I could teach you," you tell him, running a hand through your hair.

"I'd like that," he replies, "We aren't here much longer, but this place is very beautiful. I think we'll be back."

Kili looks between you two, jiggling his eyebrows up and down as Fili suddenly kneels to the ground, rising again with a little pink flower pinched gingerly between his thumb and index finger.

"At least I will be for those baking lessons. Speaking of which..." He chuckles to himself. "A flower for a flour?"

After you accept the flower, Fili reaches for your sack of buckwheat flower yet again, only for Kili to knock his hand away, initiating a comical skirmish of slaps that finally cements in your eyes that these two are undoubtedly brothers. Your gaze bounces between each volley as you twirl your baby bloom, heart leaping at the feeling of it, at the imprint of Fili's mischievous smile and gleaming blue eyes upon the back of your brain.

"Ignore him," Kili finally says, breaking you from your flower-induced, pollen-dusted golden reverie, "He's looking for an entirely different set of goodies."

The confusion you feel at that last comment as you watch the younger dwarf physically drag his brother away from your flour assortment lasts all the way through the rest of the market, all your actual purchases, and even up to your trip to your cousin's house to deliver a loaf of bread your mother had made him.

The hearth is warm and the kitchen scented of the herbs he's preparing for supper and calming tea. He welcomes your steaming parcel of sourdough with open arms and puts a second fish and helping of vegetables on to roast while you chat about your day. Your unusual day.

A tale of your dwarf-filled day...interrupted by a dwarf. This one exactly what you've always pictured, even taller than the brothers and more imposing, complete with a long beard, tattoos, and an intimidating stare. He is quite blunt about the fact that he isn't familiar with you or Bilbo, but gracious as your cousin is he shoots you a look of sympathy and quickly slides you his other helping. His look quickly melts into frustration the more the dwarf goes on and takes from him and rearranges, sharing with you an exasperated glare that has you giggling.

"Dwarves," he shakes his head before opening the door to another, older one, "What is it with today and dwarves?"

"I don't know," you reply quietly, reaching up to gently caress Fili's flower, which you have tucked behind your ear.

The second dwarf, Balin, is surprised to see you there, but then, so are you to see him. He chuckles at that and asks you for direction, which you shyly give; when he asks about chairs, you lead him around the corner into Bag End's larger dining room, where the long table rests under a chandelier's cozy yellow light. Bilbo follows soon behind, peering skeptically at your little congregation with furrowed brows and muttered questions. The sound of the bell ringing yet again, however, distracts you from the hearty laughter of this new set of dwarf brothers. Tapping across Bag End's hardwood floor, you cross your cousin's home once more, slowly opening the great round door. Voices sound behind it, voices that increase in volume as Bag End opens wider to welcome them.

"I can't stop thinking about her. I tell you, Kee, she's going to be the death of me-"

"Ah!"

Perking up with a wide smile that quickly melts into more of a smirk and gets directed at his brother, there stands Kili before you.

“Well now, brother, look who it is!” Kili exclaims your name, still looking right at his elder sibling as he sticks a hand out your way. “Can you believe our good fortune?”

“No,” Fili answers with a smile, blue eyes never falling upon his brother from their gaze into yours, “I cannot.”

His eyes trace over from yours, catch sight of his flower still tucked up by your tresses, and he stumbles into your cousin’s home with parted, wordless lips. He stands so close to you you’d collide with a single step from either of you, finally darting his eyes away and surveying the warm light of Bag End.

“So this is the fabled hobbits’ home?”

“It is,” you agree.

“I love it,” he breathes, a glow of awe coloring his expression, “It suits you just like that flower. It’s cozy. Sweet. I can definitely foresee myself upon many a return visit here.”

“So are you Mister Boggins’s wife?” Kili interrupts, tone bordering on urgent.

“No,” you shake your head, “He’s my cousin. I’ve come to deliver him a loaf of bread, but what of travelers like yourselves? Why have you come to a party Bilbo was not even aware of hosting?”

Inching a wee bit closer, just a tad, Fili extends his hand just like before. Just like before you take it. Instead of pressing a kiss to it, though, this time he holds it fast, his grip strong and warm and sure. The hearth’s warmth feels much closer despite you standing at a door open to the night on the end farthest from it you could be.

“Could I interest you,” Fili asks, leaning so close as to almost whisper in your ear, “In an adventure?”

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𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹 - 𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘯 pt 2

⟡ genre: fake texts + written, ex who gets you back, little angst, sweet fluff with a good ending

⟡ tw: profanities, kissing hehe

⟡ note: cuz we all needed a happily ever after ♡

*the bell rings*

You throw away the phone that you were clenching hard in anticipation on the couch and open the door with an overly beating heart. "Hi" he spoke with a cheerful tone while panting. Emotions started resurfacing the moment your nervous gaze landed on his face, beautifully carved against his lowered semi-drenched bangs. You feel a lump on your throat forming as you see the flowers in his hands. "Oh, these are for you" he raises the bouquet of white roses. You take it from his hands, your fingers softly brushing his, it sends a shiver down your spine. "Come on in"

"Where did you even get a bouquet at this hour? It's half past 2" you ask curiously.

"Hmm.. beats me" he quickly laughs it off. He had to run a mile to his friend's shop and forcefully make him open it. Then sprint to here, it wasn't as bad, he concludes in his mind. "Thanks, tae" you smile at the scent and it was all worth it for him.

He takes a seat on the couch, you do too facing him. You lay the bouquet in front of you two on the glass table. You look up at him, a moment of silence falls between, the longing of past one month bubbles in your chest ; bird finding its nest after ages. "So.." you both speak at the same time. "You go first" you were quick to retreat, you feel the anxiety crash into you, your fingers latch onto the necklace hanging from your neck.

He takes a breath and begins "I'm sorry, y/n"

The wound in your heart pierces deeper, maybe this was all a bad idea. You are still unsure as to why he wants you back when it was him who initially pushed you away.

"I really am. It was all new, our transition from friendship to more. I got scared and chickened out. I was a fool y/n, I can't live without you" he ends with a falling intonation. You meet his gaze and he seems sincere. You fidget with your nails as to what to say next.

"This month has been hard you know.." you manage to let it out.

"I know, It's entirely fault. I am so sorry to put you through this"

He walks upto you with teary face and kneels down, meeting your eyes as he takes both of your hands in his.

"Can you give me one more chance? I promise to make it up to you"

Something in the air shifts, making the room lighter, you hear a silent record play drums in your mind. Before you could process, your lips were crashing on his with an eager kiss. He reciprocrates like he was waiting for it. Your hands find the back of his neck. His settles on your waist. It was mellow, a pink cotton floss, easing the soul followed an rave of temptation. The candy melts in a wet mess, bruising your lower lips. Each second takes the burden off your chest, each breath in between makes you crave more. He gently cups your cheeks, for it's a fragile treasure and you would disappear any moment he lets go. The rest of the night softens in his embrace.

a very giggly, swinging hands back and forth, sun washes in the sky as birds do return to their nest, coffee date later . . .

+ another date with your new (almost) bf

[dragonzfanfics11]

Request - Hii I don't think your asks are on but I really wanted to request a Kit x reader where Kit sees the reader and instantly is infatuated with her to the point where he gets side tracked on his mission with Jentry and becomes borderline obsessed with reader! Thank you In advance ❤️ @soobins--dimple

I'm gonna try my best with this request I've never wrote for an obsessed character I think nor have I wrote for kit yet so I hope this turns out like you expected!!

warnings - probably spelling errors, might be more f!pov then gn, nothing else I think? Let me know if there is more

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Kit walked into the school as the 'new student'. His only focus was to find jentry for his mission. Well....that was until he saw you.

He say jentry in the hall at her locker and thought it'd be a perfect time to get closer to her since she was alone. Class was just about to start so there was a few students rushing to get there things to get to class on time including jentry as he made his way in her direction.

Just as he was halfway down the hall you were just rounding the corner in a rush to get to class and before he could react you ran right into him and both of you tumbled to the ground from the suddenness of the impact.

you ended up falling on top of him, some of your papers scattering onto the floor as he let out a small yelp of surprise, not expecting to be rammed into so suddenly.

"Oh shoot-- I'm sososo sorry I didn't see you!"

You quickly apologized as you pushed yourself off of him and scrambling to grab your papers in hoped to maybe still make it to class

"It's fine just slow down next-"

He froze mid sentence once he actually got a good look at you, you were stunning. Like no other person he's seen before you were breathtaking.

He stares at you for a moment as tou gather your papers, completely entranced by you before realizing he probably looks weird and quickly sits up. Grabbing one of the lost papers that ended up next to him and holding ut out to you.

"Uh here you go.."

"thank you, sorry again for bumping into you like that. I hope I didn't hurt you with how hard we fell"

You say with a small nerves chuckle as you gently take the paper from him. He thought your smile and laugh were beautiful.

"Nono- it's perfectly fine, it wasn't to bad of a fall"

he said with a small nerves smile. All his usual confidence he had with other people seemed to just vanish as he started talking to you. You quickly stood up once you gathered all your papers and offered a hand to help kit up.

He took your hand after a moment. He quickly noticed the warmth and softness of your hand as you helped him up still admiring how beautiful you were.

You smile at him and you both just stand there silently for a moment till suddenly the bell rings and you both quickly remembered there's still classes.

"Oh! Sorry uh- it was nice to meet you!"

You say quickly before rushing to class

"Wha- hang on-!"

He attempted to stop you but you were already gone.

after that he's been thinking more and more about you then his mission with jentry. He'd instantly notice you in hallways or in the classes you both shared. Even in the school gatherings or events he could find you in the crowd almost instantly.

He talked to you evry chance he got and you both quickly became close friends!

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Headcanons cuz I can't think of how to continue~~

As he got closer to you as friend he'd follow you around like a lost puppy

Loves asking about all your likes and interests and trys to learn a bit about each of them, like that scean when him and jentry were eating chips and talking about that band (forgot what it was called lol)

He almost completely forgets about his mission with jentry as he started talking and hanging out with you

He probably switched some of his classes so they'd match yours and trys to partner up with you during projects

Completely fascinated whenever you show him something you like or really even just smile at him 😭

Constantly trys to think of ways to tell you he's not human and thinks maybe he shouldn't tell you cuz he doset want you to see him as a monster like everyone else 🥲

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I hope it turned out like you were expecting!!

Also for people wondering, no this does not mean my requests are open i just felt like writing a bit when they messaged me!! I really prefer getting requests when they are open so plz don't start sending requests through messages to much! Have a good day/night 😋

[dailyunstableeve]

Family issues

For comfort purposes-

(And also cuz I have fam issue so I thought it would be great if I write it out ;-;)

Hobie Brown x Fem reader

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For this generation, it's already a normal case for you to have family issues and dramas.

And in the household, you were always the child who got bad mouth by anyone in the family so you always got into an argument with them.

You would slam your door so loud and push your shelf against the door so no one could come into your room.

You took out your phone, searching for the one person's name, Hobie.

You texted Hobie, a second later, he already replied.

"I'm on my way."

You and Hobie have been dating for two years, you and Hobie first meeting is when he decided to hit the school's studio, trying out his new guitar and you were just passing by. You observed him from the small window next to the door like a simp (aren't we all are-) you fell in love with him immediately because of his 'doesnt care about what other people say' personality while you were so caught up by your family.

"Pss pss," you heard Hobie from your window, you leaned out the window and found him hanging upside down on your roof.

"Hobie," you couldn't help but smile the moment you saw him.

"I'm here to pick up my luv, my doll," he smirked and gave you a kiss, "c'mon, I'm sure they won't know you're out."

"Well I did leave the shelf blocking the door," you chuckled and held onto Hobie, he had his arm around your waist, holding you tight as he swung you away from your house.

You rested your head on his shoulder during the whole swing ride, you felt him warm and you felt happy and safe with him.

Hobie would bring you to your favorite quiet spot of the city, so he could listen to everything you say, allowing you to rant about how awful your family has treated you.

Hobie's hand will rested on your thigh most of the time since his love language is physical touch (saw it appear in many hc so yea) and he would wipe away your tears if you feel so suffocated about your family issues, brushes your hair to side just to able see your whole beautiful face, aching his heart to see his angel in this much of pain.

Hobie would hug you if you looked like you needed one(which you always do), caressingly giving you head pats.

If Hobie has his guitar with him, he would play you a melody as he hums alongs it.

He would do anything to make sure you have a smile on your face, a smile that you truly meant, not some fake smile because he knows you too well.

Because Hobie is your boyfriend, you won't hesitate to bring him along when it comes to family gathering events since your siblings or cousin will be bringing their partners as well so you would ask Hobie to show up as well.

You and Hobie surely hated the family gathering event, because whenever they saw you and Hobie having fun together at the gathering, they would walk up to you and try to set you down, telling Hobie, he's better off without you, which makes Hobie snap at your family.

Hobie would tell them how perfect you are, without a second thought.

"What 'bout it? You're just jealous she's better than you."

That's what he would say because for him, you're better and perfect than anyone he knows.

"I love you Y/N, you gotta remember that, no matter what other people say about you, I will always love you, you got me?"

And when you're 18, and you're planning to move out, Hobie would gladly help you with it.

Masterlist

[blood-grove]

The Hunt

previous hunt <- part 2 -> (hunting)

x tws; violence , blood , injuries , gore , slight suggestiveness , sickness. <- more will be added possible depending on the part.

x pairings; soap x male!reader (😲)

x characters; soap , ghost , price , gaz + (others will maybe be added? idk ive never written a whole lot of characters cuz i get confused in my own head)

Soap ran his hands through your hair gently scratching your scalp as you purred lowly.

"God ah loue hearing ye purr git a real overgrown moggie as mah boyfriend dinnae ah?" Soap mumbled as he moved his hands to your face tilting your head up enough to look up at him from his lap.

"Such a nice view mm?" Soap grinned as he gently reached hand down brushing over the slight stubble around your chin and cheeks you preferred a clean shave and had quickly learned how to do it yourself.

Especially after all the cuts Johnny gave you trying to do one side of your face.

"Mm.." You hummed as you shifted in the water a near by lake you both have found yourselves at to clean up clothes set aside Soap always carried another pair for the both of you.

Your medallion hung heavy on your chest when clothed you always hid it so you didn't feel like it getting stolen and shifting into a giant dragon while out shopping would be ideal for you and Soap's little business venture.

"How much do we have now..?" You mumbled as you focused on washing instead of Soap's touch.

"Mm..We lost a guid bit we hud tae rush tae th' lea back then..we got 300 silver from you..We'll have to eat today so that'll be around 40 ish- We have about uhh mm.." Soap went quiet in thought as you huffed silently washing some more mud off yourself.

Money.

It had been a problem for you both you could never kept it.

You both had gotten greedy one village ago too many dragon attacks the dragon causing no damage and not even stealing livestock.

They figured you out.

You panicked.

And all remains is a burnt ashy waste.

You tried to repress the memory they were going to hang Soap what else were you supposed to do? You can't take on a whole town, You didn't have Soap's wit and agility especially not back when your human form was still so fresh.

For being such a strong creature you felt helpless in that moment, Soap still wore some scars from it all.

You shook your head as Soap's concerned look brought you back to the present.

"You okay love?"

"..Mm..Yeah.." You nodded as you gently nuzzled him slightly before going to get and dry off with the cloth you both brought.

"...Alright..I think we've got around 1,200"

"..Still not enough.."

"Yeah.."

For the rest of the evening you both ate and soon found an inn to stay in, You both planned to leave before dawn you didn't feel like getting up so early, especially with the cool chill of the twilight air.

You weren't cold-blooded per se but heat has always been a luxury to bask in getting in enough rays just to wake you up enough has always been a pleasure.

But being a literal fire-breathing creature meant your core ran warm perfect for Soap to cling onto too And an excuse to bury his face in your chest.

You didn't mind of course you always woke up to him running his fingers through your hair or sometimes he'd be sketching while one hand rested somewhere on you.

You feel you hit the jackpot with him he's always been physically affectionate yet he never overstepped a line you both hadn't crossed yet.

It was way past dawn when you both woke up again.

You were the clingy one this morning as you tried to keep Soap in place despite his groggy voice mumbling that you both had to get up.

You refused.

He stared at you as you admitting childishly locked your body around his limbs looking up at him.

"Oh noo whitevur shall ah dae a dragon haes me trapped in tis sleepy embrace..maybe a few kisses wull convince it tae let this poor warrior go?." Soap grinned as he looked at you cupping your face as he freed his arms.

"Possibly..I don't know the dragon has a very high kiss toll..I might have ta' turn you into a pile of ash if you don't abide by it.." You teased as he gently pecked your forehead.

"Ohh I'm sooo scared" He chuckled as he finally leaned down and embraced you into a kiss which you quickly melted into letting the rest of his body free as his hands slid down to your hips gently squeezing them as he deepened the kiss.

Soap chummed as he pulled away placing a quick on your forehead before he slipped away.

You both finally got dressed properly as you both packed up and got ready to leave.

Today is another day and another village was ripe for the pickings.

In your head it sounded sort of like thievery.

Maybe you both were scam artist thieves and not relieving people of there excess wealth.

Maybe you were both bad people scamming and scaring the richer folk.

Nah.

It took a week or so to reach the next town and you were both back to your routine.

Soap headed to the nearby guild or tavern if there wasnt a guild, He had a knack for charming the drunk passerby with his exaggerating his dragon slaying tales.

You just hoped he wouldn't get too drunk on the first day here.

You on the other hand were scouting out the town maybe getting a few treats for you and Soap.

You were so preoccupied in your thoughts and potential sweets you would buy you bumped into what could only be mistaken as a brick wall sending stumbling back.

"Ah fuck- What the-"

"Sorry."

You flinched at the voice as you looked up meeting not a magic talking wall which you would have preferred but a man tall and draped in dark clothes and a hooded cloak a skull mask fitted on his face and cloth covering the rest of it.

You got up quickly as he picked up your satchel and book holding them back to you as you stood there for a moment before finally composed yourself.

"Ah um- No its alright I wasnt paying attention."

He just hummed which you couldnt decivier if its good or bad.

"Wheres the guild house here?"

"Uh um I think back near the far markets and again I'm so-"

He just left following your honestly vague directions.

"Oh.. uh okay."

Weirdo.

a/n; sorry if it isnt that good just got back from vacation

[shreddeddescent]

For the sake of being a Leo defence squad have a glance at the dark timeline for big mama therapy moments! unorthodox but effective! (Ye this would be what leads to that one pic I did lmfao)

and meet slash. You’ve met, but this is his formal introduction.

You know, mentions of abuse and csa and all that goood stuff

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“Raph… I’m not gonna fight her over this, I think she’s right…”

Raph just shook his head in disbelief.

“Some big brother you turned out to be. If I was in your shoes I wouldn’t fucking hesitate.”

Leo glared at him. “You didn’t step in when dad threw me on the roof. How’s that for not hesitating!”

Raph growled loudly and tugged at his hand in her grip hard. He was dragging his feet on the carpet and she didn’t even strain a muscle as she held tight.

He would have noticed more if he didn’t sense a chill run up his spine as he recognized the expression on Raph’s face.

“Y-you FUCK!” He tried to claw and bite his way out of Big Mama’s grip, straining himself and tugging back and forth.

She just tutted, unbothered.

“No, it’s no use to fight. You’re not laying a finger on your brother.”

Raph snapped his head to her and tried to use his free hand to punch her but something caught it.

What looked like a thin white rope appeared from the ceiling and attached onto his wrist, holding it in place.

Leo stood instantly and tried to spot where it had come from, and in the few seconds he did Big Mama had disappeared and Raph was tied up in more ropes.

He roared and tried to lunge at Leo but the ropes held tight. There was such hatred in his eyes.

“T-THIS THE NEW GAME?!” He yelled. “YOU WANNA TRY AND HAVE A GO WITH ME NOW TOO?!”

Leo reached for him and tried to grab the ropes and pull. No matter how much this version of his brother scared him he didn’t want him hurt.

But the ropes were sticky and stuck to him too. He was stuck with his arms against Raph’s.

Raph bared his teeth and snarled in his face.

“HOW COULD YOU, LEO!”

There were tears daring to fall.

“I-it’s not me!” He tried to tug his hand away.

Big Mama reappeared in her chair, sipping a cup of tea. She glanced up at them as if this was normal.

“The fighting won’t do. This Raph has a problem with you we need to solve.”

Leo groaned and tugged again.

“Th-this Raph hates me! He’ll kill me!”

“You said he was your brother regardless, and he’s quite restrained.”

“H-how can you restrain him! You KNOW what he’s been through!”

“Not this Raph. He’s never been restrained. He acts out aggressively to show dominance, but he’s never actually been hurt.”

Raph growled and lunged his head to try and bite her but the webbing suddenly tightened and they were both hanging in the air now.

“You’ll need to calm down if you want down.”

Raph's eyes were trembling as he looked back at Leo.

He actually seemed.. scared. Which for this Raph, he’d never seen before.

Leo was stuck against him, his hands off his wrists and his body dangling off him.

“C-can I call you Raph..?” He asked softly.

Raph tried to snap his teeth at him but it didn’t work, he was stuck in place.

“R-Raph’s angry with you!” He growled, showing his teeth.

Leo nodded, looking up and then down. They were maybe 5 feet in the air, it wasn’t a long drop but it did feel bad.

“I-I get that, he has a right to be…” he breathed out shakily. “So you’re definitely not Raph.”

He was struggling in the bindings and thrashing his head.

“S-Slash? How about Slash? Can I call you that?”

“Doesn’t FUCKING matter! When we get down I’m going to kill you!”

Leo groaned and glared down at Big Mama.

“Do you hear this?! This isn’t one I can talk down!”

“You’ll have to try. You’re not leaving until you do.”

“That’s not fair! Why is it on me!”

Slash went to snap at him again.

“Cuz you ruined my life!”

Leo’s eyes went wide and looked up at him sadly. “What?! Me?!”

“You! When we were kids and you’d FUCK IT UP that’s when dad would hit us! And then your USELESS ass got to take over and do you even GET how bad it got?!”

Leo’s eyes trembled as he stared into that seething gaze.

“Y-you tried to kill me all the time! You almost broke my neck! D-don’t you get that?! You were my big brother! I was SCARED of you! Sometimes more than dad!” He cried.

Something twitched in Slash’s eye. “You didn’t have it as bad as them.”

“Oh sorry! I forgot you have a fucking monopoly on all the dad trauma in this family!”

“Shut up!” He snarled. “Donnie could have DIED! So many times and you didn’t notice! Mikey was a baby and barely grew and YOU only ever cared about yourself!”

Leo’s eyes watered and he shook his head. “I was a kid! I was just a little kid who had no fucking say in anything, and you and dad both hurt me!”

Slash growled and kept tugging.

“I-I wanted you dead! You made it worse for Raph! It was always HIS fault when you fucked up!”

“So that gives you the right to hurt me?! To kill me?! Fuck man that’s what DAD would have said!”

Slash yelled for a minute straight and tried to tug on the webbing with all of his strength but it wouldn’t budge. He stared at Leo for a while before hanging his head in shame.

“He would have.” He admitted quietly.

Leo looked up at him and his eyes softened. He’s never seen him so quiet or still.

“I… I know you went through a lot of shit, but you took it out on me. And I didn’t deserve it.”

Slash nodded his head slowly.

“Just like you didn’t deserve it when I fucked up after. It’s not our faults, it’s Dad’s fault. And he’s dead now.”

Slash looked up at him with sad eyes. Sadder than he’d ever seen.

“I wanted to go throw you off the roof when you got locked up there…” he admitted. “Raph… stopped me. We had to leave you there or else…”

Leo closed his eyes and nodded.

“You put all that bullshit from dad on me, didn’t you…? Cuz you couldn’t fight dad…”

Slash grumbled and clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I could have taken him… but it was always too late when I came out…”

“So you used me as a punching bag.” Leo looked up at him with more confidence. “You were a scared kid and the only person you could take out your aggression on was me.”

Slash stared at him hard, they locked eyes.

“You were supposed to rape him. Me. All of us. Every time I looked at you that’s all I saw. And then you would mock us for our body, and I wanted to kill you all over again…”

Leo sighed and blinked tears out of his eyes. “I get that. That was shitty of me. But I was shitty because you were shitty, and you were bigger than me.”

“Until I wasn’t.” He said darkly. “Until I stopped growing and you turned into everything I was supposed to be. And every time I looked at you I thought you would do it, it didn’t matter if you knew what he wanted or not, I was always ready for you to hurt us like that. I had to act first.”

“But we weren’t even with dad anymore…”

“Doesn’t matter. His words have been stuck in my head my entire life. He said you’d do it, I had to stop you.”

Leo looked at him sadly.

“I’m… sorry, I guess you were just as afraid of me as I was of you…”

[crushedsweets]

ninakate or any wlw nina ship w/ good luck babe by chappell roan,,,,

oh god. ok youre so right that this works with any wlw nina ship, but im gonna go through the lyrics and describe some toxic ass ninakate scenario that comes to mind LMFAOOOO SORRY I LIKE TOXIC YURI

ok so in an AU of my AU where ninakate happens, it all starts after nina is stabbed by jeff. they make her heal in the proxy cabin cuz theyre worried jeff will break into ninas apartment and finish the job(he has no interest in doing that tho). tim/brian/toby/jack are busy with zalgoid issues, SO kate sorta...keeps watch on nina while she heals. cuz of that, nina starts latching onto kate. between kate cleaning the stab wound, bringing her water, wrapping her up in gauze, nina crying into kates arms unprompted, asking kate to sleep in the same bed with her cuz she cant sleep, nina asking kate quiet questions for hours while the radio hums and rain pours outside... they share an awkward, "meaningless" kiss. nina blamed it on emotions running high. kate didnt know what to blame

(this section is HEAVILY inspired by still a friend by the back seat lovers, the entire song is very my-au ninakate)

SOOOOO i wanna go from THAT SONG into good luck babe by chappell roan...

"you can say that we are nothing" after the kiss, nina would probably be like 'we should go to sleep' and the next morning laugh about it and tease kate and be like "thats so funny, i never kissed a girl like that before. was that your first kiss? oh my god kate are you serious?! we should probably keep that between us, huh? its okay, it wont happen again!" and kates just nodding along while her brain is going 100mph. but kates perceptive as hell and she'd easily see all the little changes that happen afterwards. nina's gaze falling, her hands lingering, little comments she makes. and it'd make kate feel kinda stupid. "guess im the fool, with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof" toby ends up 'inheriting' an old rusty red pickup truck from tim. i doubt it would have a sun roof, but i could see toby and nat up front, while nina and kate are in the back (like, the BACK bed of the truck). nina would be giggling, tilting her head back and her hair is flying like crazy and her arms are out and kate cannoooot get that damn kiss out of her head, especially when nina looks like that.

im thinking maybe it happens again. the group was hanging out, but nat and toby went off somewhere else, leaving nina and kate together. and kate offers to walk nina home, but ninas like 'what if i spend the night instead?' and kates immediately like Oh jesus christ okay. and they talk . and chat. and banter. and nina would bring up that stupid kiss and say something about 'i wouldnt mind doing that again. i mean, as friends.' and kates head is spinning.

and despite all of this, nina is still in a bad headspace. before, during, and after her relationship with jeff, she has HORRIBLY low self esteem and a need for attention/validation, and she will seek it out anywhere. she'd blame it on a million and one things "oh its just for fun, oh i was just drunk, oh its not that serious, he was cute, i got his number!". especially when trying to heal her bruised ego after the whole jeff thing (alongside a few huge arguments with toby calling her out on her BS). and kate listens, and even though she's really blunt and straightforward, she doesnt feel mean. not like toby or nat or jack. so even when kates like "that doesnt make sense" "that seems stupid though" "why would you do that" ninas just laughing and being like "it just felt right in the moment! im having fun, kate!". she thinks kate just doesnt get it, on account of never being in a relationship, but kate knows whats going on. she knows why nina is the way that she is, but all she has to say is . GOODLUCK LMFAO. shes not here to control or convince or plead with anybody, and def not nina. and i think that would kinda irk nina a little. she'd kiss kate, then a couple nights later talk about a guy she met at a bar, and kate just side eyes her and is like 'have fun' and nina wishes there was more

ok whether their kisses turn into anything else, i think theyd both continually agree to keep it a secret from everyone else. it would just be a huge mess that neither of them want to address, especially kate dealing with toby. but i think once kate starts getting a little affection and whatnot that she's never received (she's been in the chaser mode for over half her life, mind you), it would feel incredibly suffocating but also incredibly freeing. like she feels like something new has opened up to her, something that she got locked out of years ago. and nina has the key, unfortunately

ok this is where the song and story falls apart a little cuz ninas not getting married to anyone. i guess this could be a hypothetical where she goes back to jeff for a moment in time, but.. ehh.... dunno how i feel about that. and i dont think the 'i told you so' fits kate cuz she just kinda lets nina do whatever. asks questions and is like ??? and maybe has a bit of an attitude when saying 'good luck with that', but she never tells her what to do

i know "the feeling" is more about being into girls and how you cant hide from it, but i dont think the whole lesbianism thing would be their issue. in a ninakate interpretation of the song, i think 'the feeling' is either ninas issues with romance and self worth, kates ache to be with someone despite thinking she has no right to it, ninas guilt for leading kate on, and of course their literal romantic feelings...

anyway. anyway. um. cries. i just i really. i really im just. im fond of lesbians alright.

[dagreninjagurl]

Christmas Shopping

This is gonna be my first Venom fanfic cuz I’m bored and I’m trying new stuff out. And happy holidays to all.

This event takes place after Venom War, AND THIS COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF VENOM WAR HAD A HAPPY ENDING. It’s mainly Dylan Brock and Bren Waters going Christmas shopping until something came up.

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Over the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to recover from the Venom War. It was so chaotic. I don’t even know where to began with it. But all I know is that we got Dad and Venom back. I never told them this, but I feel so glad for both of them to be home. We don’t have to be on the run anymore. Spider-Man made sure there would be no military units or science company on our asses again.

RING! RING!

I pick up my phone from my bed—near Sleeper who was peacefully napping on the bed. I stare at my phone as I realized Bren was the one who was calling me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, man. You wanna go Christmas shopping with us?” he spoke as Toxin. I heard the wind blowing through the phone. I only assume they were swinging through the city.

“Why? It’s only December 1st.” I said.

“Cuz we’re gonna be out of town next week. Might as well shop and hang out with you,”

“Can you pick me up? I don’t have a ride,”

“Well, I’m already at your door. So be ready,” Bren replied as I soon heard the door bell ring.

DING DONG!

“You’re going with Bren, I assume,” Sleeper calmly said as it stretched in its cat form.

“Yeah. You coming with?” I asked it. In response, Sleeper nodded.

I rush downstairs with Sleeper to see Dad and Venom watching a Christmas movie in the living room. Though, I only see Venom’s head bobbling next to Dad.

“I’m going Christmas shopping with Bren,” I said so that they won’t have to make a scene of worries. A moment later, Venom turned around to see me in my iconic blue sweatshirt.

“If you’re going out like that, at least wear a coat,” Venom scolded as he reached a tendril for my coat that was hooked onto a coat rack near the front door.

“Here,” he insisted.

“Thanks, Venom. Do you guys uh—want anything?” I asked them as I put on the gray coat.

“All we want is for you to have fun before we get a snowstorm. And chocolate of course,” Venom answered.

“Have fun, kiddo!” Dad exclaimed from the couch.

“Okay, see you guys later!” I said before exiting through the door with Sleeper on my shoulder.

As I exited, I saw Bren standing in front of the steps of the door. His expression seemed irritated as he watched me exit the door. He wore a maroon and navy blue jacket that corresponds to Toxin’s form.

“About time, man. I’ve been standing here for five minutes,” he complained as he stared at me as I locked the front door.

“Five minutes isn’t nothing,” I replied.

“Whatever. Anyway, where do you want to go?” Bren asked as I walked down the steps of the town house.

“I don’t know. You have anything in mind?” I questioned as we stood in front of the steps of the town house.

“We were gonna get a gift for Dad. Except, we don’t have clue what to get him,” he responded.

“What about we walk around town and see if we desire for any of the shops,” Sleeper suggested.

A moment later, we began to walk down the aisle of town houses. We live near the metro of the city—close enough to where we can intervene if there’s a crime nearby.

We walked down numerous blocks of stores. However, none of them caught my interest. Except, Bren and Toxin’s attention was focused on such a dogwater store.

We paused in front of a Barnes and Noble.

“How about we look through Barnes and Noble?” Bren suggested as he stared at the sign that spelled out BARNES & NOBLE.

“You actually shop here?” I questioned them.

“Yeah? You don’t?”

“No, man. It’s so dog water,” I responded in annoyance.

“Whatever, man. Let’s just get inside. It’s so cold out here,”

Then, we entered through the open entrance of the dog water store. I don’t know if they have chocolate in here. I could sense Venom really wanting it.

“Does this place sell Chocolate?” I asked Bren as Toxin slowly appeared next to his neck.

“Well there’s a Starbucks in here. There’s a chance they could have chocolate,” Bren answered.

We then walked passed a few aisles to reach Starbucks. There were only a few shelf’s that contained similar items to chocolate. We browsed through some of them. However, there was an inconvenience.

“What the hell? How are they out of chocolate?” Bren exclaimed in a frustrated look.

“You know what, it’s fine. We can always look somewhere else,” I responded.

“But they shouldn’t be out of chocolate. They’re usually in stock!” Toxin replied as he let out a tendril to tap on the display name.

“See? It’s supposed to be all chocolate,” Toxin said. “All of those greedy humans took them al!”

“Calling us greedy, huh?” I commented.

“Like what you said. Let’s look somewhere else,” Bren repeated.

However, as we slowly approached the exit of Starbucks, we heard a little commotion behind us.

“Give us ALL of you money, lady!” a man with a ski mask begged as he held a pistol in front of the cashier.

“YEAH! Just give us the money, and you’ll be free. You don’t want to die, do you?” the accomplish demanded as he held both a pistol and a gray Walmart bag.

Sleeper and I stared at Bren and Toxin, and they stared back. Without any words, and by the family connection we had, we already knew what to do.

“COME ON LADY HURRY—“

“You dare arm an innocent woman?” Toxin questioned as they shifted their arms into a sharp precise blade.

“You all are going to hell,” I sharply criticized in my Codex form. It’s a good thing Venom left a tiny piece of himself within me—in case of an emergency.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” one of the robbers shouted as Sleeper shifted into its regular form—fuming numerous chemicals in the air.

In the end, the two robbers were no big deal. We were only there to intimidate them. They lay flat—unconscious on the checkered floor.

“You will be safe, lady,” Toxin said as they walked across the two unconscious bodies.

“Please call the police immediately,” I requested. “And tell them… we saved you,”

End?…

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Part 2?

I might create more Venom fanfics in the future.

I’m currently making a small comic and the fic was based off of that. Stay tuned for that!

Happy New Years everyone!

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

Dapper duo (mumbo/skizz) ? Or gem and the Scotts cuz I too love their dynamic :]

i had sm fun writing this one!! (vote gem and the scott’s at @scottsmajorshipbracket and i’ll write you stufff)

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Mumbo wasn’t particularly enjoying his shift at the graveyard. Sure, it was always fairly creepy, but with Halloween drawing close, more instances of people smashing pumpkins at headstones and teens hiding around skulls too realistic for Mumbo’s taste surfaced.

A shriek of an owl sounded across the area as Mumbo replaced the sod of a grave. The chill breeze that swept past him caused goosebumps to arise on his arms, muscles in it straining as Mumbo worked his shovel into the ground.

His tongue peeked out of his lips, brows furrowed in concentration as his spade clanked against firm dirt. Mumbo’s grip on the handle was tight, palms rubbed raw.

It was an odd occurrence; rainfall was heaviest this time of the year, and Mumbo often wore boots to protect himself from mud. Graves gave him easy access, too, a simple nudge of his shovel doing the trick. But for this one, it was like one of summer’s worst droughts.

Mumbo raised his arms over his head once. Then again. Then a third time, with no avail. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat dripping from his brow, bangs stuck to his forehead. “This hasn’t happened before,” he huffed. “C’mon, what’s up with you?”

He took a moment to glance at the headstone. A chunk of the stone at the top was missing, like a bite had been taken out of it. Water damage and erosion left it a musty color, and seeds caked in orange goop were lodged in its lining, a clear victim of secondary school kids.

Mumbo squinted, bleary eyes attempting to identify the uppercase lettering carved into the headstone. He titled his head, and slowly, he read out the name:

Stephen “Skizz” Man

His eyes trailed down.

1530 to 1575

Beloved Brother 

He looked at it for a while before humming. “Well, Skizz,” Mumbo muttered, lifting his shovel, “I’ve got a job to do, and it seems like you’re making it difficult.”

Again, he lifted his shovel over his head, and with all of his might, jabbed it into the ground.

The shovel broke through the dirt, and before Mumbo could celebrate, a bright green light erupted from the crack.

Mumbo gasped, stumbling backwards and falling onto his elbows, shovel abandoned completely. From the crack emerged a pale mist, wispy as it rose. 

The air grew chillier, and the birds quieter.

As the last of the smoke came up, the light in the ground dimmed, then stopped completely. The mist, still glowing, started to curl together. Mumbo watched it swarm as one, spinning like a pinwheel in harsh winds. For a moment, he stared at it with wide eyes, gaping at the scene before him.

Suddenly, there was a groan.

“Finally, man! I’ve been waiting to be let out for ages.”

In front of Mumbo was the pale outline of a man, floating a few inches above the dug out grave. He wore pointed shoes with bells attached to the tips, and was cloaked in a vest with a pattern of rhombuses, sleeves puffy and large. On top of his head was a large hat, two ends curved in separate arches.

The man drifted down, eyeing the headstone and huffing. “To think after all I’ve done, I’ve been narrowed down to a brother.” He crossed his arms and shook his head.

Mumbo’s mouth was an ajar.

Not easing his nerves, the figure turned around a few seconds later. His gaze met Mumbo’s. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t friendly eyes paired with a couple of smoky marks on his face. “Look what we have here!”

If it was possible, Mumbo’s eyes widened even more.

The man frowned. “What, you’re gonna leave me hanging?”

He swallowed. “Y-you can…see me?”

The man mimicked a motion that was similar to raising an eyebrow. “Were the streets of London grimier than anything else?”

“Uh…”

He cackled. “‘course they were!”

To say Mumbo’s mind was racing was an understatement; thoughts of confusion, denial, and panics blurred together. Surely this wasn’t real, right?

Maybe it were a group of kids coordinating a top-notch prank—yeah, that’s it! Teenagers pulling a practical joke, hiding behind a tree and waiting for the perfect time to pop out and laugh at him.

The man cleared his throat dramatically, arms folded behind his back. “Greetings…mortal?” He tapped a finger on his chin. “No, human’s the word these days…Well, hello, regardless! My name is Skizz—Stephen to some, Skizzleman to others.”

He glided closer to Mumbo. “Back in the day, which, in reality was a couple centuries ago, I was the loyal jester to King Impulse Vance. Not a shabby job, y’know, considering he was my best buddy, and all.”

Skizz groaned. “That was until I got accused of spreading news of our kingdom’s planned attack to the enemy state. The outcome wasn’t so pretty. I got publicly beheaded and everything!”

Mumbo winced, partly from the feeling of his elbows digging into the ground, and the other being at the story. “But did you? Spread information, I mean.”

The ghost squawked. “Of course not! I didn’t want a single thing to do with Mother Spore and lackeys.” Skizz shook his head. “But that was then, and now, it seems that you, mortal, was brought the great Skizzleman from his dead.”

He brought up a green hand, swirling with haze. “And since you’ve done a great deal to me, it’s only fair that I repay the favor, isn’t it buddy?”

Mumbo could hear his heart palpitations in his ears. On one hand, he didn’t mean to revive a ghost purposely. But this was a spirit he was talking to, something he wouldn’t interact with  for a lifetime. He didn’t think he could pass up this chance.

Slowly, he raised his hand and placed in Skizz’s. A nervous smile spread on his face. “Deal.”

The grin that he was given was toothy, yet the look in the jester’s eyes was something Mumbo had never seen before; mischief and schemes hid behind murky irises.

Void, he had no clue what he was getting into.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

//

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

                        take it

                                  off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

[chaos-proffessa]

..... Idk brain mush have some Riely Onyx fluff

There dating here btw cuz idk I wanna

Onyx walked slowly towards class, his professor having made this session mandatory scince exams were coming up. He really diddnt want to go to class today, he barley got any sleep, his head hurt, it rained on the walk here, he forgot his umbrella, his body ached and worst of all!- "Hhh,hE'TTtchEW!... SnDffk!" That... He'd been sneezing all morning.

"hhHeH'GTX! Ghhh hhHIH'Gtx!.... SnDFFk!! Gghhhnnnnn" onyx groaned quietly into one of his rapidly depleting tissues blowing his nose as quietly as he could while his professor talked. His cheeks flushed as people around him kept looking in his direction wishing he'd just be home already. His phone buzzed

Golden retriever (Riely)

'hey onny!!! Wanna get🍕 or 🍣 tonight?'

Black cat🐈‍⬛ (onyx)

'i don't crae'

'*care'

Golden retriever ♥️ (Riely)

'you sure??, it's your turn to pick?'

Black cat (onyx)

'not hungry, take my turn'

Golden retriever (Riely)

'kay! Lemme know if you change your mind, have a good lesson!!!'

Onyx sighed, smiling at his phone pocketing it and resting his head on his arms.

Onyx jolted awake looking around to see someone Infront of him "..huh?..." Onyx looked out the window it was almost sunset "wha' times'it..." "It's 5PM onyx are you alright? You don't look well" "m'fide Elly snDffKk!! S'just allergies...." Elly gave him a sympathetic look and handed him a pack of tissues "here, I hope you feel better soon" Onyx stared at the tissues for a moment before nodding and packing up his stuff slowly ".. than'gks..." Elly waved goodbye as she left.

Riely hopped up off the couch jumping excitedly as he walked to the door expecting pizza, he opened it up not to pizza but onyx soaking wet "jeez!! What happens to you?!" "SnDfff!... Hhhh'TTsShhhyu!.... It raind, forgot mby umbrella n'mby k-keHHhys hE'TTtchEW!! SnDff!!" Riely lead onyx inside towards the bathroom "n'do... M'wet I'll fuck ub the carpet..." "It's ok I'll fix it up later, we need to get you warm and dry!" Riely gently sat onyx down onto the closed toilet seat. Placing a kiss to his forehead, cupping onyx's cheeks in his hands "hang on tight baby I'll be right back" Riely walked out to the Linnen cupboard and took out a few soft towels and set off to get some of onyx's comfy clothes from his room.

Onyx shivered sniffling against his congestion, he looked around and grabbed the tissues from the sink raising a few just in time before "EHh-Tshh! HehhHH'TTSshhYU! SnDffk!! Ghhh snDff! SndFf?" Wait... Why diddnt we use these tissues again? "HhEh!...hhHiH!" Ohhh right scente- "E'GTTSHhhYYEWWw!!!-ihHH'SSshhHHYYU! Oh mby g-goHHD!-TTSsshHHH!! snDdffk!! Ghhh" Onyx covered the fit into his hands he shivered looking around for something to clean up his mess "Bless you!!" Riely called out "Than'gks, Cad you get mbe sobe tissues please?" "Ok!!" Onyx sniffled clearing his throat and taking a piece of toilet paper off the roll to clean up with, rubbing agresivly at his nose with the tp before Riely grabbed his hands "hey, hey... Easy there hun be gentle" "bu'd it itches" onyx whined scrunching up his nose, "I know honey, here" Riely passed the tissues to onyx, onyx rubbed at his nose more gently this time blowing into the tissue, the buzzing returning as the congestion shifted in his scinuses "hhHihhh HHHhhIhH!.... Mmb.. snDff!! snFf! Ghhhnn" Onyx groaned the sneeze backing down, the itch still present tickling in the back of his nose, onyx struggled with false starts for another few minutes "H-hodey hhHehhlp please?... T-tihHHckles s-sDfF! GhhH H HIhhH!" Onyx pleaded "ok baby hang on um....." Riely looked around for something to help before landing on a bobby pin "aha! There we go! Maybe this will help?" Riely raised the bobby pin up and started teasing around onyx's nostrils "how's this?" "M-m'bore hHihhh! Higher? Mbaybe? S-snDf! S'teasig mbe.." Riely gently edged the tool deeper into onyx's nostril prodding around his inflamed scinuses onyx's chest jumping Riely mooved the tool closer to the edge before onyx's hand cought Riely's wrist "t-thHeHRE! HhHHIH!! EHhhH! T-tihHHckles... G-guHhDahh AHhHHH hhEEHH'DDSHhHhhyyEW!!! ehHHHH'GTTsSHYYuU!! ehhH hEHH-HEhHH'TTSshYYU!!! ehhHH'TTShhH-TSHHhh!-TshyUU!-TTshHH!! Ghhh snDdfk!! SnFF! Guhhh" Onyx panted slumping against Riely's chest, Riely gently pulled the bobby pin out of onyx's nose triggering a few soft sneezes "bless you honey" Riely gently wiped away the mess from onyx's nose and his own hand pressing a few kisses against onyx's temple "c'mon Onyx let's get you to bed alright?"

[petri808]

To help with writer's block: #12 Nalu!

I hope it helps cuz I can already see it in my mind!

“You kick a ball and your shoe flies off, hitting them in the back of the head.”

Nalu Week- 7/30/23 Shenanigans @allaboutnalu

Magnolia Park, so called for the large flowering trees that dot its landscape is a favorite place for many residents of the mid-sized college town. Forty acres of grassy knolls and walking trails with park benches along the way, at any given time during daylight you’ll likely run into kids playing, joggers and bikers, and people simply taking in the fresh air. Just like a group of friends who are spread out on a large colorful blanket having a picnic on this sunny Sunday. 

It’s just one of those spurs of the moment events when they ran into each other at the local supermarket that morning. They rarely have a day off that coincides, so, Lucy Heartfilia suggests they all have a picnic in the park.

“We were just about to head there, so you guys should join us!” The blonde woman beams.

Natsu Dragneel, Lucy’s boyfriend smiles. “Yeah, unless you’re busy.”

“Nah,” a male named Gray Fullbuster shrugs, “no plans.” His new girlfriend Juvia Loxar nodding in agreement as she hangs onto his arm.

Levy McGarden, another female smiles. “It’s a perfect day to hang out, right?” She turns and looks up to her taller husband Gajeel Redfox who just grunts in return. “We’re down for it.”

They pick a spot under one of the magnolia trees, thankful for the shade it provides. There’s a very light breeze that comes by now and again, but nothing that will send their blanket flying. The combination is enough to keep them cool under the warm late spring afternoon. Each couple has supplied a fair share of offerings, snacks like chips and dip or cookies, some popcorn chicken and rolled sushi from the deli, and half a dozen donuts that Gajeel tries to say are Levy’s, but they all know that’s a lie. 

For a couple of hours, the friends chat about everything and nothing, catching up on how each are doing. Levy is four months pregnant, so the girls are happily chittering, asking how things are progressing. Aside from month two’s morning sickness, nothing else has been troublesome. She also relays that they hope to find out the sex in a couple of months, and the names they’ve been tossing around for whether the baby is a boy or girl. They eventually made a deal that if it’s a girl Levy will pick the name, and if a boy Gajeel, and they can’t complain about the choice. This leads into a discussion of what Lucy or Juvia would name any future kids they may have. The guys are discussing an upcoming MMA fight and who they think will win the main event. Well, mostly bickering over which fighter they think is better. It’s just a laid back, vegging kind of day where the biggest excitement is a bee that wouldn’t leave them alone for a time. 

Well, that is, until Natsu suddenly grabs everyone’s attention by tapping a key from his keychain loudly on the side of a glass juice bottle. They all stop talking and turn from their conversations to see the man sitting back on his haunches, seiza style with a big smile and the reddest blush alighting his cheeks. “I’ve got an announcement.” He states plainly with a slight cracking in his voice. “Lucy, could you come closer?” He accentuates the request by gesturing to the spot in front of him. 

“Okay…” Lucy’s tone drips with hesitant curiosity as she heeds the request. “What is it?”

Natsu then pulls out a single shoe from behind his back. Everyone’s eyes narrow in confusion, head tilting, or brows furrowed wondering what in the world is their friend doing. The shoe is a woman’s flat sandal, light beige with an inch deep cork/leather platform sole bottom and crisscrossed straps running over the top to secure it to the foot. It’s open-toed and an open backed slip-on sandal that Lucy recognizes instantly as her own. He holds it perched on the flat face up open palm of his left hand while cradling the side with his right as if presenting a gift. Which he is.

“Natsu why do you have my shoe?” Lucy queries, but her eyes and focus are on the tiny item tied with a ribbon to the strap. Knowing, yet not knowing exactly what it is.

“Because it’s special,” he grins. “It’s the one you wore the day we met, remember?” 

“I remember, but what’s that?” She points towards the strap with a head shaking, smiling laugh. “Please don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing.”

He nods as he replies. “On a day two years ago, the wearer of this sandal stood above me as stars danced around her head and light haloed like a golden angel from Heaven…” 

“Oh my god!” Lucy mutters and palms her face despite the heat flushing her cheeks and brimming smile of embarrassment overwhelms. 

His grin widens even more and eyes sparkle in the sunlight as he puts the sandal down and undoes the ribbon holding the ring. “Lucy Heartfilia,” Natsu holds the ring up. “Will you be my star for the rest of our lives?”

Lucy snorts a laugh and pushes him lightly on his shoulder pretending to try and knock him over. “You total weirdo!” But also presents her left hand to him. “Of course, I will!”  

After Natsu slips the engagement ring onto Lucy’s finger, he pulls her in for a sweet kiss, cradling her cheek and resting his forehead on hers as she whispers words of love through the embrace. Their bonds strength is one that couples wish for, dream of; a connection where unspoken words are communicated simply with a look in a language only known to them. It’s an endearing scene made all the sappier with the oohs and ahhs of their friends and the wows from the women over the white gold band and 1/8 carat solitaire diamond ring. It isn’t a large or fancy ring, but for Lucy, just the fact it is from Natsu is all that matters. 

“But Juvia is still confused,” the woman breaks through the chatter. “Juvia doesn’t understand about the sandal.”

“Oh,” Levy laughs, “it’s about how they met.”

“It was long before we met,” Gray takes over the explanation for his girlfriend. “Lucy’s sandal hit Natsu in the head and knocked him down.” He laughs too. “It was pretty funny at the time ‘cause he had a welt on the back of his head for a week so he couldn’t sleep on it, and the guys at the academy teased him mercilessly for it.” 

Juvia turns back to Lucy and Natsu with genuine curiosity in her voice. “How did it happen?”

Even for Lucy this is a memory that she’ll be sure to tell her grandchildren about one day. Of all the ways to meet someone, this is not something anyone would recommend. But it does make the story a whole lot more memorable.

Natsu perks up at Juvia’s question. “Oooh, I’ll tell the story!” He sits cross-legged and leans in with gusto. “Gray and I were jogging through the park that day ‘cause we were in training for the fire departments physical exam…”

In Lucy’s mind a vision of that long ago day floats back into her consciousness as Natsu’s voice slowly fades away and she’s transported back in time. It was sunny and comfortably warm that day in July, not too hot like a typical summer day could get. She’d done an interview earlier that morning for a magazine article she needed to write later, but since the rest of her day was open, Lucy decided to relax in the park. It’s something she often did, taking a new novel to read and finding a bench along the walking paths of Magnolia Park. That day passed along quickly unfettered to Lucy as she lost herself in the fictional story, so by the time a soccer ball rolled up and bumped her foot, she hadn’t realized three hours had already gone by. 

She’d put her book down on her lap and looked up at the kid’s voices, calling to Lucy to kick their ball back to them. There was a group of children of various ages between 7 and 14 playing soccer in the adjacent open field approximately 50 feet away. It Was perched on a hill with a slight incline of about ten degrees, but sure, why not? It shouldn’t be too difficult to kick the ball up the hill. So, she stood, lining up the shot so it should go in the correct direction.  

And it did! The ball headed straight towards the center of the group. 

But Lucy didn’t notice the children’s squeals of joy. She only heard the cry of “Watch out!” by someone nearby. She turned to her right in the direction the male voice had come from and saw a black-haired male standing next to and over another male who’s lying on their back in the grass with their palm pressed against their forehead… and her sandal lying next to his arm. Lucy’s eyes widened in realization.

True, the ball had gone towards the kids, but her shoe flew in another direction striking a hot, pink-haired guy in the back of the head hard enough to knock him down. “Oh, no, I am so sorry!” Lucy rushed over to the two men twenty feet away, dropping to her knees. “Are you hurt?!” 

The male rolled over and groaned, his eyes still blocked by his hand. “What’s that thing made of wood? It hurts like hell, but I’ll live.” He moved his hand and looked up towards the female voice, squinting as his eyes readjusted to the sunlight. He blinks a couple times and tips his head slightly. “Did I die and you’re an Angel taking me to heaven?”

“Oh, brother…” The black-haired male rolled his eyes at the lame pick-up line. “Idiot.”

Completely flustered, Lucy’s face turned cherry red. It had been a while since a guy had tried to talk to her, and this one was certainly in the top 5 of hottest guys who’ve hit on her before. “N-No, not an angel,” she stammered, “a journalist.” She reached over and helped him to a sitting position. “Maybe I should grab some ice,” she suggested when noticing the angry bump developing on the back of the man’s head. 

The man shook his head no. “What you can do is tell me your name.”

“Lucy.” She responded. “And you are?”

“Nice to me you Lucy,” he held out his hand, “I’m Natsu…” 

The memory of him flashing his pearly white smile that sent a shiver through her soul, fades away back to the present, and being surrounded once again by their best friends. If someone had asked her if two years later, she’d be back in the same park being proposed to with the same shoe by the guy who’d been hit by said shoe in the head Lucy would’ve said they were in a fairytale. Well, and here she is. She smiles as Natsu reaches the end of the story. 

“And that’s when I asked for her number, and we’ve been together ever since.” Natsu proudly proclaims. 

“Juvia thinks that’s such a sweet story!”  

Levy chuckles. “I remember when she called me that night to tell me about Natsu. She couldn’t stop talking about how hot he was.”

“Hey!” 

Lucy squeals and dives to cover Levy’s mouth, but Levy ducks and continues. “She was known for her soccer kick in high school,” she laughs, “but never would’ve guessed she’d catch a guy with it!”

“Ha Ha,” Lucy rolls her eyes feigning that she’s not embarrassed despite the blush in her cheeks. “It’s not like I was trying to, but at least it’ll be a funny story to tell the kids one day.”

Natsu suddenly perks up in confused excitement. Did he hear what he thinks he heard? “Huh, kids?!”   

[mademoiselle-red]

TC Chapter 8 reread thoughts, part 1

I like how Laurie rejects Andrew’s offer to roll up together in a rug. It is a very nice contrast to later in this chapter when Laurie doesn’t even think twice about lying in Ralph’s bed and fondling his silk pajamas 😏

I also noticed that Laurie is often impatient to leave Andrew for whatever reason: it is cold, he doesn’t want to discuss his late pass (cuz he’s got a date with Ralph), or his leg is in pain and he needs to go back to the ward. Even in the most intensely Laurie/Andrew moments, Laurie grabs onto any reason to leave him: Nurse Sims interrupted them so he backtracks from the kiss and walks out, Dave advises him against talking to Andrew so he walks out without talking to him🙄. In contrast, Laurie repeatedly expresses the wish to stay with Ralph (for just a little longer, for the entire night, forever 🥰) and does not want to leave him (especially not with Bunny 😤). He grabs onto any excuse to see Ralph again (breakup in person in chapter 14, to apologize in chapter 16)

I love how the novel makes it clear that by using his late passes, Laurie is choosing to spend his evenings with Ralph instead of with Andrew in the kitchen. And I love how he is unwilling to “present Ralph as an object of pity” to provide an excuse for why he’d rather hang out with Ralph than with Andrew. No wonder Andrew is jealous. It’s important to remember that Laurie didn’t actually have other attractive options for how he’d spend his evenings before Ralph came back into his life. It was either alone, trying to play heterosexual with Reg, or having “dates” with Andrew in the kitchen. He was stuck with Andrew as the only option. It is Ralph who presents him with another option, to be more (not less!!!) than what he’s resigned himself to be.

“The surrounding climate of shabbiness, dejection and failure seemed to subdue all possible figures to itself. It was in the midst of such thoughts that he saw Ralph walk briskly in at the street door.” I love this bit of foreshadowing! Laurie is 23 years old, with not enough money and no prospects. And in walks R. R. Lanyon, with the promise of a brighter future.

And immediately after this we have a paragraph-length description from Laurie’s POV of Ralph’s “dazzling” contrast to the shabby surroundings, like “bright steel” against “scrap iron”; Laurie ogling over his “well-fitting, well-pressed uniform”, his “personal and aristocratic” cleanliness, and his blue eyes being visible “even from across the hall.” And once again the people around them simply “melt out of his path” because Laurie only had eyes for Ralph. Like, if you ever doubted Laurie’s love for this man, here is your answer.

And Renault reminds us that everyone in that hospital waiting room can see “Ralph’s happiness and the sudden lightening of Laurie’s anxious face”. It’s not just the people at the party. Everywhere they go, the people around them can see their obvious delight in each other! ❤️

“‘What is it, Spud?’ said Ralph softly. Laurie remembered the voice from the other day, it was charming and intimate and too experienced and left you in doubt.” I think Laurie is just projecting here. He is feeling insecure about having Ralph’s affections, because he feels like he isn’t experienced and mature enough for Ralph. And he is jealous of all the past lovers that Ralph had “practiced” on to get that “too experienced” charming voice. I’d love to write a fic someday where Laurie realizes that Ralph’s “too experienced” voice is just how he expresses affection. And it shouldn’t matter how many other people it had been used on, because from now on, Laurie will be the only one who’ll ever hear it again 😤

“He used to get away with murder.” Oh Laurie, you are so jealous of Hazel and so protective of Ralph!

Lol Laurie thinking Ralph was referring to Bunny when he says “the best way to be independent is to have all you need at home” and realized he doesn’t actually want to hear Ralph talk about Bunny. He is so jealous and trying to hide it from both Ralph and himself 🤣

“It distressed him to think that Ralph might take him for a bad listener and cease to confide in him.” Awwwww, I love how Laurie is so eager to know Ralph better, to make him comfortable confiding in him 💕

“With an obscure pleasure, Laurie perceived that this wasn’t one of the things in which practice had made him perfect.” Awwww Laurie feeling happy that he can light Ralph’s cigarette for him better than Ralph can on his own 🥰 He just wants to be able to do something for Ralph that Ralph can’t get on his own! He just wants to be needed 😭😭😭

“[Hazel] told it reversing the point of the final episode, if you see what I mean.” I know some fans have doubted this part of the story, but I believe Ralph. For one, we don’t get any indication in the novel that Ralph is lying about this. And two, I think it is thematically meaningful that the Hazel affair ended with Ralph taking the blame for a false accusation (the accusation that he was aroused by spanking Hazel) because he didn’t think it would make any difference to dispute that accusation when he is ultimately still responsible for having the affair in the first place. This tragedy repeats itself when he doesn’t bother to argue with Laurie on the accusation that he visited Andrew because his role in Laurie’s life is one of the main reasons why Laurie’s attempt at a platonic romance with Andrew failed. (Even though it is not his fault 😤)

As Ralph is telling the story of his expulsion: “For a minute or two he didn’t speak, but tapped with his fingers on the top of the car door, a broken rhythm like Morse.” This is one of Ralph’s nervous tics! He does this when he is feeling distressed. Here on their first date, Laurie doesn’t really pick up on its meaning, only notes it in passing, but when they fight over Laurie’s lack of commitment to their relationship in chapter 13, he notices Ralph had “begun to tap Morse on the arm of the chair”, recognizes it as a sign of distress, and immediately puts his hand over Ralph’s to comfort him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“What he wanted to express was an absolute assent and sympathy which included everything. After he had said it he felt it wasn’t nearly enough; he strained for better, more expressive words, which would not come; involuntarily to help out the meaning he reached out and put his hand on Ralph’s knee.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ the words you are looking for, Laurie, are “I love you” ❤️❤️❤️ also, I totally think Laurie would have kissed Ralph had they not been interrupted by the other car, which forced Laurie to “draw back quickly.” They were totally having a moment 😤. No wonder Ralph is so irritated and angry afterwards. Now I want to write an AU where they weren’t interrupted and got to have a little kiss in the car (that maybe turns into a make-out session? 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

“In one of their silent pauses he found himself wishing it were possible, without telling Andrew too much, to get a sensible idea of Ralph into his head. It was the first time Laurie had ever thought of him in terms of criticism” GOOD 😤😤😤😤😤😤 the virtues that Laurie admires in Ralph cannot be separated from the causes they represent. His bravery, pursuit of excellence, and stoicism in the face of homophobic persecution, war, and his disability. Just like how “love is indivisible”, you can’t separate the virtuous qualities from the causes they represent. And Andrew doesn’t support these causes.

“Laurie gave the first confidences […] with an awkwardness gradually superseded by relief, Laurie brought it out.” Remember how in an earlier chapter when Laurie first learned that his mother was getting engaged, he looked forward to the “relief of telling Andrew” but Andrew ended up inviting a bunch of people to an impromptu picnic? And then he tries to tell Andrew about it again in the kitchen and is forced to offer Andrew some platitudes because Andrew can’t empathize with Laurie’s distress? LAURIE HAS FINALLY GOTTEN THE RELIEF HE WANTED WITH RALPH ❤️❤️❤️

And Ralph is so attuned to Laurie’s feelings! When he notices that Laurie found his first captain story “rough comfort”, he immediately apologizes! Finally, a boyfriend who cares about Laurie’s feelings 😤😤😤

Speaking of Laurie trying to pry Ralph open and hear all his confidences and secrets: he keeps encouraging Ralph to talk about his girlfriends, “not for the sake of advice” but “to make Ralph talk about himself.” Laurie just wants to know MORE about Ralph and who he’s been with in the past 👀👀👀

“I’d had rather a sickener of the other side. Once people know about you at sea, you never get away from it.” Oh no! I agree with the fan theory that Ralph had been pressured by higher ranking crew members to have sex with them when he started out “lower deck with the wrong accent” 😭

Also, I love how we follow Laurie’s gaze as he observes the way Ralph eats his food: cutting up all his food first, in the American fashion, because the glove gets in his way. Laurie’s attention to all the details of Ralph’s existence is so tender and intimate here. It’s also a bit funny and sad that Laurie always catches the little intimate things, but misses some really big important things when it comes to Ralph.

Like the Hazel story, I also believe Ralph’s account of being caught discussing anatomy with a girl and being beaten and sent away to school to live a “clean life” because of it. Because, again, the novel does not suggest any reason for us to doubt his words here, and also, because Ralph displays “an unconscious tic” as he tells the story, touching his “spotless white collar” for “reassurance.” Once again, Ralph is recounting a traumatic incident, and touching his clean collar is likely a response to reliving the memory. We also see in this story the origins of Ralph’s fixation on cleanliness: he was made to feel dirty as a child, sent away because he wasn’t “clean” enough. And then at school he was made to feel dirty by people like Jeepers, and sent away because he wasn’t “clean.” These two stories —the Hazel story and the childhood story —make so much sense and help explain so much of Ralph’s personality and behavior.

Laurie brings up how Ralph said he was going straight to Southampton that day in the study, and Ralph replies “that was what I ought to have done”, and then clams up, and “it was all Laurie ever got out of him, either then or later.” Meaning that Laurie kept trying to get Ralph to open up about what happened after he was expelled, both during this dinner and later in their relationship (perhaps?), and Ralph never felt comfortable enough to share 😭😭😭. Now I want to write a post-canon hurt/comfort fic where Ralph opens up to Laurie about how terrible his parents were and all the things that happened to him after his expulsion 😭😭😭😭

That’s all for today! To be continued in part 2…

[inkblot-inc]

Estimated Time of Arrival

Some time ago...

Ink: All right I finally feel better to start writing again! I just announced Jaws Arc 2, I also have a couple installments for Rough Cut Diamonds planned that I'm excited about. Then there was this idea last night that I got that I need to start outlining, because that'd be EPIC. Now where is my pen?-

*knock knock*

Ink: I'm not expecting anyone....Come in?

Life: Hey Ink!

Ink: Hey Life, is there something you wanted?

Life: Well I just wanted to see if you wanted to spend some time together...

Ink: Well we just hung out, I was actually taking some time to do some writing since it's been a minute-

Life: But when we hung out last time you were all yucky and it wasn't really fun cuz you were just lying there. I want to go have some fun this time!

Ink: Well what did you have in mind?

Life: There's a couple movies I want to see that are coming out, some shows i wanna watch and rewatch, I want to go visit some family, I want to just do stuff together!

Ink: Uh huh... Can I at least take a bit of time to write? I've had some really good ideas that I want to bring to-

Life: *tearing up* it's like you don't even care if I go by the wayside, Ink. *Gets more and more hysterical* Do I even make you happy anymore, Inkbert?!

Ink: Wha- Of course you still make me happy! I just wanna do other things that... don't involve you sometimes. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

Life: That's a bullshit saying!

Ink: It's a completely valid and accurate saying.

Life: I feel like we hardly do anything together anymore!

Ink: And that's how you feel. The fact is we JUST got finished hanging out for the past month... YESTERDAY.

Life: That doesn't count! Again you were sick, you're heart wasn't in it!

Ink: What does that even?!-

Life: IT MAKES SENSE TO ME!

Ink: ...

Life: .....

Ink: .......

Life: .........

Ink: ... If I agree to hang out with you, quality time and all now that I am perfectly healthy, will you let me write in peace?

Life: *suddenly chipper* For sure!

Ink: *grumbles* Crazy how this is the one hobby I have where you feel the need to fuck with me-

Life: Irrelevant!

Ink: *sigh* Fine, let me just write down a few things so I don't forget them when I come back

Life: Yeah yeah yeah do that, I have soooo much on our itinerary! <3

Ink: Rightttt.... anyways, now that that's done, what did you wanna do first?

Life: *maniacally rubs hands together* Just you wait~

-a couple months later-

Ink: *belly flops onto the bed* My God I'm tired

Life: *sits upright next to them* That was so much fun tho right?! The movies, the video games, the shopping and expeditions...

Ink: It had it's moments yeah...

Life: *nudge nudge* Admit it, you had a good time

Ink: It was pretty nice...Thanks I guess.

Life: You're always welcome, Ink....*looks down, reluctantly* well i guess I'll get out of your hair so you finally have your peace and all that.

Ink: *lifts face up out of pillow* Oh?

Life: Yeah, we had a deal. Thanks for indulging me and my nonsense. You didn't exactly plan for any of it.

Ink: *sits up* Hey, I may not have planned for our hangout, but I genuinely enjoyed my time with you. It....brings me back when I need it. There are other things I like to do, and you remind me of that. So I guess I should be thanking you in some weird way.

Life: You're... Thanking me?

Ink: Yeah. I think part of my urgency to write comes from all my experiences I have with you. You're my inspiration for better and for worse. I write to get away from you, but I also write, in part, because of you.

Life: That sounds deep....I think I get it.

Ink: *rubs the back of their neck* It sounded right in my head.

Life: *chuckles* It sounds right to me too, don't worry

Ink: Can I...give you a hug?

Life: Only if I can give you one back

Ink: ....do you know how a hug works?

Life: I was only a tangible being for this specific moment sooooo flip a coin

Ink: You right you right

*they hug each other*

Ink:...Tell you what. I'll plan our next hang out, alright?

Life: Really?!

Ink: Yeah. I wanna make the most of our time together.

Life: *grins and hugs them again* Agh thank you thank you thank you! That's all I could ever want from you. I'll leave you to your alone time now.

Ink: Thanks, I'll see you later

Life: Bye bye! *poofs away*

Ink: ...swell guy. Now where is my pen?

-meanwhile with Life-

Life: So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how mad do you think they're gonna be when they realize I stole their will to write?

Happiness: Well it shouldn't be too bad if you disabled their idea maker as well.

Life: Nonono i left that intact.

Happiness: ...

Life: I'll give it back eventually...

Happiness: ...

Life: GET PRANKED!

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I simply wrote some random shit to get my juices flowing a bit since I haven't been able to write in a good while, enjoy it if you want, but hey I kinda like this thingy here 😅