#he snaps at me and talks at me like i'm a moron for asking questions. normal way to act

[californiaquail]

missed the bus by one minute because of my piece of shit job fuck my stupid baka life etc

[delaber]

A Date (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: you have a date and Bucky’s not exactly happy about it.

Words: 3.8K

Trope: friends to lovers 💞 with a jealous Bucky trying his best to be brave, and failing horribly.

Notes: another fluff piece to mend Bucky’s heart ❤️ honestly, I have a problem with all these fluffy fics I’ve been writing recently. I just cannot stop myself lol.

"You have a date?" he manages to splutter just before the panic takes over and makes his heart skip a few beats.

Fuck!

A fucking date?!

His fingers are slipping on the wet handle of the pan he's in the midst of cleaning, and in that moment, all he can think about is how happy he is that he's currently bent over the kitchen sink so you can't make out the shocked expression on his face.

You're nodding beside him, playing with the dishtowel you're holding but Bucky can hardly make out what you're saying when you return his question with a quiet "yeah".

His ears are ringing bells and he just wants to get the fuck out of there.

Silently, he's begging for you to stop talking. He doesn't want to know more. Doesn't want to hear what you've agreed to and who you're... - fuck, what if it's someone he knows?

What if it's Sam?!

Shit!

The panic in Bucky's chest runs amok! If he walks in on his two best friends fucking, he's gonna kill himself!

With dread, he realises that he has to know how careful he needs to be around the compound...

"With - uh - with whom?" he clears his throat and curls his toes in prepared mortification, his narrowed gaze firmly fixed on a wet piece of broccoli that's lying lonely and sad at the bottom of the sink.

Please don't say Sam, please don't say Sam...

"You know the cute guy from the coffee shop?" you answer proudly, and it makes Bucky's heart spring violently back to life. That guy??? "- he finally asked me."

Well, it's not Sam - yet somehow, it's worse.

Deep breath, he tells himself and plasters on a neutral expression as he looks up from the pan and directly into your eyes.

At least you look excited, he concludes as he takes in your dreamy little smile that's usually reserved for when vibranium fingers briefly brush over your warm skin but that he now has to share with... him. The moron in the green apron. Mr I'm-too-busy-flirting-with-your-girl-to-get-your-order-right.

Fuck, he's burning up!

"That's great, sweetheart," he hears himself croak from far away, trying his best to sound like he's happy for you and not as if his heart is in the process of being ripped out of his chest. "I'm real happy for you."

"Thanks, Buck," you playfully bump your hip against his while looking down at your hands as you once again twist the towel between your fingers.

You seem almost... nervous. This date must really be a big deal to you.

He gulps and pushes away another incoming wave of nausea. It's not as if he hasn't long ago accepted that nothing will ever happen between the two of you. You're friends. That's it.

"Are you excited?" He asks without really knowing why. He doesn't want to hear your answer. To hear you verbally confirm the look you already have on your face.

Slowly you look up at him and he has to chomp down on his inner cheek to keep himself from doing something stupid.

"You know what?" you ask quietly with a tilt of your head and Bucky's heart starts racing even harder. "- I actually am."

Even you sound surprised - not that Bucky can really blame you.

"Mmh," he merely hums and pretends there's a particularly stubborn area on the dirty pan that needs his attention.

"Is that weird?" You ask.

He can feel how the sincere question in your voice laces itself around his abdomen, squeezing him tight.

Is it wrong of him to want to snap the stupid piece of teflon-coated metal in his hand in half? You're his best friend and he should just be happy you're happy.

Fuck it, he is happy! He loves you more than anything and you deserve to feel this way - he just wishes it was because of him and not someone else.

"No, sweetheart," he mumbles, trying to untie the invisible knot behind his navel as he starts scrubbing again. "Why would it be weird?"

Thankfully, you don't answer.

...

Cold droplets of water are running over your forehead and down the length of your nose, desperately trying to reduce the tension that's been resting right between your eyebrows since your conversation with Bucky last night.

Splashing your face with water is a stupid attempt to make yourself feel better - you know that - it hasn't worked the other times you've tried it and this must be the tenth attempt since you woke up this morning. The only thing that'll truly help is if Bucky would tell you what's going on.

He's been acting weird since last night, and even though you aren't sure what reaction you'd been hoping for, this definitely isn't it. You know he isn't exactly the biggest fan of the man who's taking you out for dinner later, but getting so annoyed he can barely uphold a conversation? Well, that wasn't really a scenario you'd even considered at all...

You suppose you could just tell him the truth - maybe that would make him more accepting of your choice of date - but it's not as if you can really tell him that the only reason you're going on that date to begin with is to force yourself to get over, well, him.

You've known Bucky two years now and apart from small moments here and there, nothing's happened. It's been two excruciating years full of pining and painful almosts and ifs but he clearly doesn't look at you that way and you don't want to keep putting yourself through the heartbreak. You deserve to spend your friday nights with someone who actually sees you for what you are: beautiful, smart, desirable, a woman.

And as you stand looking at yourself in the mirror, you realise that you need this date to get Bucky out of your head. Fuck if he doesn't approve of the cute guy from the coffee shop. It's none of his business who you're going out with and if he wants to be annoyed about it, then so be it.

Yet you still cannot stand the thought of him sitting by himself all night. He hasn't seemed like himself all day and you know how he can spiral over the smallest of things.

Thus, you check for Sam in the kitchen, the gym, and in the spa area in the basement of the compound, but eventually find him in the common room on the third floor, completely hypnotised as he stares at the television screen in front of him, the playstation controller grabbed tightly in his hands.

You do a quick scan around the room to confirm that it's just the two of you before you approach him. "Wilson, have you seen Bucky today?"

"Bucky? Uh - no," Sam mumbles without moving his gaze away from the animated character who's running through an abandoned city. "I assume you've already tried the dark cave he calls his room?"

"I know where he is," you sigh and flop down on the sofa next to him, stretching your legs and putting your feet in his lap. "I was just hoping that maybe you'd talked to him."

He doesn't answer apart from a few incoherent noises you're sure are for the game and not for you, so you poke at the controller with your toes to get his attention. "Sam..."

"Hey! I'm trying to save humanity from a zombie apocalypse here. Keep your stinking feet away from me," he playfully flicks the underside of your foot without sparing you a glance. "I already told you I haven't seen your siamese twin all day."

"Yeah, but do you think you could... go check on him maybe?"

"I'm busy. You go check on him."

"Sam..."

At the sound of your soft-spoken words, Sam sends you a brief side-eye before he finally tosses the controller down on the sofa table with a loud sigh. "What'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything," you shake your head innocently. Is it really your fault that Bucky is too childish to accept the man you're going out with? No.

Sam runs his eyes over you and squints hard. "You guys are usually so dependent, you're practically joined at the hip. And now you want me to go talk to him even though you didn't do anything?"

"Look, he's being weird," you sigh, "- can you just check on him? Please? Maybe have a guy's night in with beer and that stupid zombie-game you're always playing or whatever?" you gesture to the television screen where the character from before stands panting, saying random stuff every few seconds. "I don't want him to be alone."

"First of all, The Last of Us is not stupid!" Sam raises his index finger at you, feigning an insulted huff. "Secondly; a guy's night in..? While you're doing exactly what if I may ask?" he arches an eyebrow, urging you to keep talking.

"I - uh - I have plans," you say quickly and try and look determined although you can feel your entire face heating up. "...a date of sorts."

The dead-panned look on Sam's face is quickly wiped off, instead replaced with an annoyingly broad smirk. "You have a what now?" he chuckles teasingly.

"You heard me," you roll your eyes.

"Oh I heard you loud and clear," he hoots, "you are going on a date!" he says, emphasising the last word with a wriggle of his eyebrows.

"Don't be a dick about it."

"My, oh my. We're finally gonna see what kind of man that can sweep the rug from underneath you."

"Okay, I'm leaving," you make a move to stand up, but Sam interrupts you by putting his palm to your shin.

"Come on, I'm just teasing," he laughs, "tell me about your date. Who's it with? - Not Bucky, I assume."

"Why would I go on a date with Buck?" you shrug nonchalantly although you can once again feel the heat radiating through your every feature. "It's the cute blonde from the coffee house down the street."

"Oooh, the guy who looks like a young Brad Pitt but with humour?"

"That's the one," you press down on your lips and avoid looking directly at Sam. God, this is embarrassing.

"He's a cutie!" Sam teases with a chuckle.

"I know," you play with a loose thread on your shirt, avoiding his eye.

"Then why aren't you more excited about it?" He asks but immediately emits a groan, "Jesus... do not tell me it's because of Bucky?!"

"I'm worried about him," you whine and bury your face in the sofa cushions.

Sam rolls his eyes. "You're going on your first date in forever and you're worried about that sourpuss?"

"Sam, you didn't see the look on his face when I told him about it! He hates the guy - I think it really upset him."

"Of course it upset him," Sam scoffs, "It's like taking candy away from someone who really wants to fuck said candy!"

Your eyes snap over to Sam in an instance. Completely taken off guard, your voice dies in your throat. Did he just...? No, surely, you must've misheard.

"Come on, don't pretend you haven't noticed," Sam groans, "I swear to god, he's two days away from crawling behind you just so he can lick the ground you're walking on!"

The earth has stopped spinning. "W-what?"

"The puppy eyes? The 'pick me' behaviour?" he rolls his eyes at your shocked face.

Your heart starts pounding so fast you can barely keep up. "Are we talking about... Bucky? As in our Bucky?"

"Uh, huh," Sam nods as if it's the most obvious thing on the planet. "That guy's practically begging you to take him by the hand and lead him to your bed. He's so in love with you, it's disgusting to look at."

"He's what?!" You exclaim loudly, completely out of breath. This is definitely news to you! "No, no, no! Bucky's not in love with me, we're friends," you pant with the blood rushing past your ears.

Sam shoots you an unimpressed side-eye, "yeah keep telling yourself that"

"What do you mean?" you pant, trying to puzzle together Sam's suspicion with your disbelief.

"I swear to god, the two of you don't even have a single brain cell put together..." he rolls his eyes, "I've seen that boy almost snap his neck because you were laughing and he wanted to know what you were laughing at. Trust me when I say that he's not annoyed that you're going on that date - he's jealous."

Well... fuck!

...

You don't think you've ever been this nervous as you pace the hallway outside Bucky's bedroom. You've been here ten minutes now, desperately trying to force yourself to actually make contact with him, but you're holding yourself back. There's so much on the line and what if Sam's incorrect? Then, you will truly have mucked up and everything between you and Bucky will be ruined.

Shit!

You stop pacing. You can hear his favourite album from the forties playing on the other side of the wall but apart from that, there hasn't been a single sound from in there.

You pray he's in a better mood than when you walked in on him angrily hunched over his bowl of cereal this morning, but the fact that he put on the only type of music that can calm him down, doesn't really scream 'put-together'.

It makes you even more nervous though you know you have to talk to him at some point. It's not as if you can avoid him forever - so before you can truly think about the upside of postponing the inevitable conversation, you raise your knuckles and carefully knock on his door.

Everything inside you tenses up. You vision becomes blurry, and you seem to automatically focus all your attention on the sounds coming from inside his room. There's a short shuffle, a sigh and then an irritated "what?!" muttered from somewhere behind the walls.

This is bound to go wrong.

You consider running away and pretend you've never even been near his room, but it's too late to back out now. You have to talk to him at some point, you remind yourself.

With your nerves running wild and the blood pumping through your every vein, artery, and fibre, you open the door a little and poke your head inside his room with a small "hi," your throat so dry it comes out as a hoarse whisper.

He's sitting on the bed with his long legs crossed at the ankles, his hand buried inside a book that's lying closed in his lap. He looks angry at everything and everyone - as if he's minutes away from strangling someone - but when he finds your eyes from across the room, the tense muscles in his cheeks seem to unclench a little.

"Oh, hey," he breathes and runs a hand through his hair in embarrassment, licking his lips. "I thought you were Sam..."

You smile, so relieved to see him softening that you automatically step inside his room without waiting for him to ask you to. "Sorry to disappoint."

"You're not," he shakes his head with a small gulp, "I thought you'd left already. Don't you have that big date?" he asks in a weird voice and sends you a stiff smile.

"Not until seven," you shrug and sit down next to him on his bed, immediately noticing how he's started avoiding your gaze.

"Right," he nods and occupies himself by putting his book on his bedside table. "So - uh - still looking forward to it?"

How do you tell your best friend that no, you're not looking forward to it because he's the one you really want to go out with?

"I don't know," you shrug, suddenly so anxious your temples have started pounding, "not really."

He finally looks up at you again, his slate blue eyes jittery as they meticulously search your face. "What happened?" He asks with tightly knitted eyebrows, "you were so excited for it yesterday."

You hesitate. "...Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly," he sits up a little straighter, a serious look on his face, "- he didn't upset you, did he?" He says on impulse, his voice suddenly dark and dripping with venom at the mere thought as he reaches out for you and puts his fingers on your arm.

"No Buck," you shake your head and take a deep breath to get your pulse under control. "He didn't upset me."

"Then what?" He squeezes your arm softly, his eyes concerned as he tries to read you, "you can tell me anything."

"I know... It's just that..." you hesitate and consider ending your sentence with I'm in love with you, but the words die in your throat.

"What sweetheart?" he shuffles a little closer to you.

"Bucky," you heave a big breath of air to prepare your bold question that can potentially change everything between you dependant on his answer. "Do you not want me to go on that date?"

"What?" his eyes immediate travel over your face and you can almost hear his pulse running haywire as his fingers let go of your arm. "What makes you think that?"

"It's just..." your breathing picks up as you scan his every anxious feature. It makes you anxious too. "- you started acting weird the minute I told you about it. You've been avoiding me all day."

His fingers find your arm again, his grip a little tighter than before as he desperately looks at you. "No, no, no, sweetheart! That's not what happened," he licks his lips and plasters on the fake smile he's been practising in the mirror all day. "- I mean... I'm not the biggest fan of the guy but who you're dating is really none of my concern. I'm sure he's great, and as long as he treats you well, I'll make sure he stays on my good side," he says softy and sends you a smile that seems a little too genuine for your liking.

You hesitate again as you check his face for cracks, but his smile stays intact and happy. "...So you're really okay with it?" you ask in a small voice, mortified.

"Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, of course I'm okay with it!" he slides his fingers down your arm, capturing your hand inside his fist. "I really just want you to be happy. That's what's important. And you deserve to be taken care of for once instead of being stuck here with me and Sam." He reassuringly squeezes your fingers tight, but it just feels as if he's in the process of letting you go.

Slowly, you can feel your heart breaking.

You knew it... You knew Sam was wrong. Bucky isn't in love with you. Never has been. Never will be. Things are exactly the way they've always been and you're left pining after a man who doesn't want you back.

God, you feel like a idiot for getting your hopes up like that.

"Good," you nod resolutely, fighting hard to not let the heartbreak slip through your well-feigned mask. "I'm happy to hear you feel that way."

"Of course I do," he smiles solemnly.

"I should probably go get ready then..."

"Yeah," Bucky nods and lets go of you. "It's almost six."

With a sigh you hope he doesn't hear, you stand up from his bed and brush down the front of your jeans, not really sure you even want to leave his room.

He's looking up at you like a deer caught in headlights. "Have fun," he says while his hands grab the sheets underneath him, fisting the fabric. "- can't wait to hear all about it."

"Thanks, Buck," you feign a smile to match his, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, sweetheart..."

You turn around with a wave of your hand, but the smile on your face falters the minute you've turned on your heel.

You can hear his heavy breathing over the music playing in the corner, and when you reach out for the door handle, a delicate sound finally breaks the reticence between you.

"Don't go..."

At first, you're not sure if you're imagining it, but then you hear him shuffling behind you, and when you turn around and face him, he's on his feet. "Don't go on that date," he whimpers in defeat, "I'm begging you. Please... don't go."

"Bucky..."

"I'm in love with you," he says guiltily with a gulp.

Your heart stops.

"- and I can't pretend I'm okay with you going on dates when I'm not."

You're completely speechless. You want to comment on everything. Run to him and proclaim that you're his. That you've always been his. But you're nailed to the spot and all that manages to escape your lips is a tight whimper.

"- I know it's probably not what you want to hear right now..." he closes his eyes and looks as if he's in pain. "And I know I'm risking everything by telling you this," he gulps, "but I've been keeping it in for so fucking long, trying to protect our friendship. I just can't keep pretending I don't want... more. It's stupid, I know."

"Bucky, it's not stupid," you finally manage to croak and it's as if the force that've been gluing you to the spot finally lets go. "It's not," you whisper as you take a few long strides over to him, stopping right before your chests touch. "It's not stupid," you repeat and reach a hand upwards, caressing his bearded chin.

His eyes are glistening, and his breathing is coming in ragged as he searches your face. "Sweetheart," he gulps in confusion, "I don't... - what does this mean?"

"It means -" your hand reaches up so it can rake through his hair, coming to a halt on the back of his neck where you can feel the goosebumps travel through his entire body. "- that I'm in love with you too. Have been for quite some time. Since I met you, actually."

Now it's his turn to be glued to the spot.

His mouth falls a little open and you can tell by the look on his face that he's in the process of questioning everything, so you underline your confession by putting your forehead to his. "I want to be yours," you whisper and observe him closely.

At first, he tenses even harder, but then a small smile starts tugging on his lips as he finally relaxes in your arms and pulls you closer. "I want you to be mine, too," he declares sweetly as his heart blossoms in his chest. He reaches down and kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

"It's you," he whispers against your skin, "- It's always been you."

"Kiss me," you beam and almost cannot stop smiling silly when you reach up for his mouth, finally claiming the softest, most pillowy lips you've ever had the pleasure of kissing.

[animemakesmeanxiouss]

TW: Cursing, negging, misogyny, sexually suggestive, maybe explicit?

"Are you really going to eat all that?" He asked, his face not really bothering to hide his disdain towards my meal.

I popped another french fry into my mouth and gave an exaggerated mmm before replying.

"Yeah, what did you think I mean when I said 'we should get some burgers and shakes'?"

"I just thought you were going to get, like, a salad."

This may be the worst date I've ever been on, but no way I'm going to let some guy ruin this delicious food.

"It's whatever, I guess," he continued, "So do you like heroes?"

Oh okay so he's making an effort to get to know me. Maybe he's not so bad.

"I love heroes! I think my favorites are probably Eraser," I said thoughtfully, "and Dynamight."

He hummed in response. Not a thoughtful hum, or an inquisitive one. One of those condescending hums. I sighed after finishing off my burger and washing it down with some vanilla milkshake.

"What now?"

"No, nothing."

I gave him a hard stare.

"I just think it's interesting that your favorite heroes are men. Aren't you like, a feminist?" He questioned.

I was stunned.

"Do you...do you think I'm going to fuck Dynamight?"

He shrugged and mumbled something I didn't quite catch, but quite frankly I was over it. I grabbed my food tray to toss the empty cartons and he dumped his onto it as well, without a single word of please, thank you, or asking to do the favor of throwing his trash out.

Once that was done, I excused myself to the restroom to freshen up and upon my return, saw there were two receipts at the table. One paid for, one not, so I went over to the register to pay for my meal. The girl ringing me up asked me if all was okay in the way only us girls could really communicate, and I gave a shrug.

"It's rough out here"

She nodded in agreement and wished me luck.

I turned around and he was waiting by the door, so I went to bid him farewell. Before I could reach him, he walked out the door and just as I was about to walk through, it nearly slammed in my face, making me jump.

Frustrated, I pushed through, ignoring him, and started walking to my car. It looked like there was a small crowd gathering half a block down from where I'd parked, so at least I wouldn't be completely alone in this rough part of town.

Soon enough, I heard footsteps behind me and it was him. Walking me to it was the least he could do after this poor excuse for a date, so at least there's that.

"We going to your place, or mine?"

Again, I was stunned. The noise behind me got louder but I was too focused on what this idiot was implying.

"Uhh, hello?," he started snapping his fingers in my face, "are we going to your place, or mine?" He asked again, slowly but loudly.

"Boy, what the hell are you talking about?" He looked behind me and then back at me about to say something, but I wasn't going to let this loser waste anymore of my time, "Do you really think after pulling that 'negging' bullshit on me, I'd still sleep with you? Why would anyone in their right mi-"

OOF! Something rammed into me and I heard an incredibly loud crashing sound and lost all thought for a moment.

I suddenly realized I was being carried in someone's arms, before being carefully set down by the idiot I was desperatly trying to get away from.

"Are you fucking stupid or something? Did you not hear everyone telling you to get your girlfriend out of the way? Or did you not see the giant fucking boulder about to crush her?"

None other than Dynamight was bitching at my date for leaving me in harm's way, right after he himself saved me.

There's no way this is really happening.

The moron stood there for a moment looking like he was going to cry, then tried to act cool.

"Oh, look, it's the dickhead hero from the news trying to be positive for a change."

Dynamight looked at him incredulously, and for a second, I thought his hands started to glow before he shook them off.

"Yeah, and I bet your bitch is my biggest fan."

Dumbass stood there looking like, well, a dumbass. What else could he say though?

"You're right!" I burst out laughing, "I told him your one of my favorite heroes just a minute ago"

This made Dynamight smile at me, while I pointed at the guy and corrected, "I'm not his bitch though. That was the worst date ever"

The hero raised an eyebrow before looking me up and down, before glancing over to the guy and tutting.

"You really fumbled her? Bigger idiot than I could've thought"

My cheeks turned red, but this gave me the encouragement I needed.

"Aw Dynamight, you're making me blush. Actually, I was wondering what time you're done patrolling so we could...go back to my place?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

His smile was back, and he gave a quick glance over at the clocktower not too far from us before saying he was actually off now, just needed to finish helping arrest the criminals that were causing the commotion when he saved me.

"Whatever man! She's a fatass anyway!" The loser shouted at us.

The blonde reached his hand out to me. Confused, I took it, and he guided me into doing a couple of spins while his eyes ran up and down my body again before stopping, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it.

"That ass is fantastic."

And that, friends, is how I ended up fucking Pro Hero Dynamight.

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A/N: Got this idea from watching this video by fan0fthearts (yt/ig/tt). Many more to come because their art and concepts are amazing.

Also, I know this is terribly written but I needed to get it out of my head. Hopefully will rewrite/fix in the future

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Acting Different ~ *Wakasa Imaushi*

Summary: Wakasa has been acting weird lately. His friends are trying to find a way to get him out of this mood he's in. Little do they know it all hinges on a person...

Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 861

Warning: sexual innuendos, crude language, mentions strip clubs, drinking, eludes to smoking

Masterlist

"Have you noticed Wakasa is acting differently lately?" Shinichiro asks the boys who are lounging around his living room. 

Takeomi nods, idly playing with the unlit cigarette in his mouth. "Yeah. He seems even more distant than usual."

"Any idea as to why?"

"Well damn, Shin, I'm not his personal secretary or whatever! I don't keep track of his moods and shit." Takeomi snaps, flipping him off.

Shinichiro rolls his eyes. "You're an asshole. But surely there is something we can do to get him out of this weird mood he's right?"

Benkei laughs and tags another drink of his beer. "And what did you have in mind? I mean, my suggestion will always be the same: we go beat some poor morons up. A good fight always makes me feel better."

"I'm sure you think that, but I don't think that's going to help. I mean, we just had that fight with that one gang last week."

"Very specific." Takeomi chuckled under his breath, earning a scowl from Shinichiro.

"Guys, I'm serious." He snaps, fixing his friends with a frustrated look. "I know you both don't care, but Wakasa can't be out of it like this. We need to appear strong and united, and having one of our best acting weak and pathetic makes us look bad."

Benkei thinks for a moment over Shinichiro's words. He takes another sip of his beer before speaking again. "You're right. You're actually right for once-"

"HEY!"

"We need to do something for Wakasa so he can get his head on straight. But what?"

Takeomi scoffs and leans back on the couch. "Just take him to a strip club. If busting kneecaps doesn't put him in a good mood, perhaps busting a nut will. Maybe he just needs to let off some steam that way."

Shinichiro narrows his eyes at that statement. "Wait a minute... when was the last time he was even at a strip club?"

Both boys freeze at the question. Benkei mumbles, "Good question... I haven't seen him at his usual place in a long time..."

"This is bad..." Takeomi mumbles. "Maybe what we really need is an intervention. I mean, when a sex addict just stops having sex, you know something bad is going on."

"What are you three even talking about?" Three heads snap up to see Wakasa walking in through the door. He gives a small smirk before continuing, "Are we staging an intervention for Shin's masturbation problem? Because I want in."

Shinichiro scowled, though his cheeks were bright pink. "It has nothing to do with me. It's about you."

"I don't have a sex problem."

"Says the guy who's always at the strip club." Benkei shoots back before narrowing his eyes at him. "Until recently. Seriously dude, what gives?"

Wakasa looks away with a shrug. "Nothing. I just don't feel like going anymore."

"You? Not going? That's a load of crap!" Takeomi snorts. 

"Seriously, what's been up with you lately? You've been acting all dazed and distracted. Is something going on?" Shinichiro asks.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing."

"Drop it, Shin."

"Not until you tell us what's going on." Shinichiro crosses his arms. "Seriously. You owe us an explanation here."

"I don't owe you shit."

"Wakasa!"

"Shin!"

The sound of a phone notification breaks the tense standoff between the two friends. Wakasa's attention is quickly diverted to his phone, but before he can check it, Benkei snatches it out of his hand. While Wakasa dives to get it back, he throws it to Takeomi, who passes it to Shinichiro. That's when their leader's eyes widened.

"You have a girlfriend?!"

"WHAT?" Takeomi practically screams, while Benkei just laughs and ruffles Wakasa's hair.

With a growl, the man in question stands up and lunges at Shinichiro, aiming for his phone. "GIVE IT BACK!"

"No! Tell us more about your girlfriend!" He laughs as he runs around the apartment while scrolling through his texts. "From what I'm reading, she seems like a real cutie!"

"I AM SERIOUS, SHIN, YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD! GIVE ME MY PHONE!"

Benkei eventually grabs Wakasa and holds him back like a feral cat. "Alright, quit it you two. You're going to bust up the place. But seriously, Wakasa, why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend? I thought we were friends."

Wakasa scowls, still trying to get out of Benkei's strong grip. "Because I knew you assholes would act like this! I didn't need you teasing me, or worse, her, over our relationship! But since you all think you're so entitled to my personal life, I met her two months ago at a bar. We hit it off and one thing led to another, and now she's my girlfriend. No, you will never meet her. Now can I have my phone back."

Shinichiro sighs before handing him back his phone. "Fine. But I still vote to meet her someday."

"I second that!" Takeomi shouts.

Wakasa rolls his eyes and is about to say something when he looks down at his phone. He goes pale to bright red before chasing after Shinichiro again. "YOU DID NOT JUST TEXT MY GIRLFRIEND ASKING FOR A BOOTY CALL!"

[666writingcafe]

Disruption

MC

I knew that I had to get the brothers settled down for the evening before I can even begin to look at any of these applications, and I thought I did a fairly decent job of making sure everyone had what they wanted.

But of course, the moment I sit down at the desk in the study and crack open the first one off the stack of papers, I hear people yelling.

"Why are you talking like that?! You're making fun of me, aren't you?!" That sounds like Levi.

"Wha?" And there's Mammon. "No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya...little guy." Groaning and cursing to myself, I get up and step outside the study.

"Quit calling me that!" Levi shouts. "You...you moron!"

"HEY!" Mammon hollers. "That's no way to talk to your older brother!"

"Older brother?! A total moron like you? I've never thought of you as my older brother, not for a single second!"

"SAY WHAT?!"

"Guys, enough," I gently reprimand. "It's too late for you two to be screaming like this. People are trying to sleep."

"Oh, shut up, Zephyr!" Levi snaps. "This is none of your business!" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't appreciate you speaking to me in that tone." For whatever reason, my warning makes Mammon laugh.

"You've never been on my level, Levi! Not in the Celestial Realm, and certainly not here! And ya never will be! I'll always be the boss of you!"

"Mammon--" I get interrupted by Levi growling as he rushes up to his brother and punches him in the face, making him stumble momentarily. This is definitely making their fights in my timeline seem like child's play in comparison.

"Say what you want. I'm still strong enough to knock you to the ground."

"You think ya can take me in a fight with those granny punches of yours? All right, bring it on!" Oh, that's not happening on my watch. I'm not about to let them destroy the library. There's no way I can clean up that kind of a mess before Lucifer returns.

So, I clear my throat and say the first spell that comes to mind.

"Bringers of discord, may a curse be upon you! I am the one called Zephyr. Hear me! Transform! May you be small, weak, and timid!" The brothers' eyes widen as a bright light envelops them. Moments later, they've turned into cute little Chihuahuas.

"There. That's better." I'll have to thank Solomon for teaching me that particular curse. It's really effective.

Once Levi and Mammon realize what I've done, they run up to me and begin yipping at my feet.

"Oh, it'll wear off in the morning," I tell them. "I just need to work in peace for a few hours, and I can block out the sound of your barking a lot easier."

"What's going on in here...?" Oh shit. I didn't hear Lucifer come in the house.

This is awkward.

Lucifer stops in front of the library doorway, taking a proper look at the scene in front of him. As he glances between me and the dog version of his brothers, I can see the quick progression of his emotions in his eyes.

Anger.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Contemplation.

Resignation?

"Was it justified?" he sighs. Not the question I expected him to ask, but I can work with it.

"Yes," I respond, trying to sound as confident as I can. "They were interrupting me from my work." Lucifer focuses his attention back on the Chihuahuas.

"Look, it's not like I have the time or skills to string them up properly to the ceiling--" He holds up his hand, signaling for me to shut up.

"It's fine," he tells me. "I'll take them for a walk. Just do what you need to do for Lord Diavolo." I'm taken aback as he walks over and scoops the dogs up in his arms. I fully expected for him to tear into me for punishing his brothers without his knowledge or consent, but he hasn't even given me a light warning to not do it again.

And then I smell it.

Nutmeg.

I'm lucky that he turns his back to me quickly and swiftly walks out of the library, for I can't hide the growing smirk on my face to save my life.

This is definitely going to amuse Barbatos.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[nomoreusername]

Who To Trust (Part 2)

Pairing:Minho x female reader

Summary:After Aris's betrayal the main person you expect not to understand shares some great advice and something more.

"I can't believe it. He was my friend,"I mumbled to myself.

I had figured out that Aris had run off with Teresa during the middle of the night. All because the traitor left a note saying he had to help out an "old friend" and to just keep going forward without him. Honestly, I would prefer if he just lied. Because while I usually hate those, he was supposed to be my friend. Not someone who revealed he was disloyal when it was too late to do something about it.

"And after I stuck up for him. He made me look like such an idiot,"I continued, pacing back and forth. Everyone else was a good few minutes away. Obviously, nobody stopped me from leaving. I have Aris to thank for that. He basically spat in my face. After I had looked after and cared for him in my own, weird way, got stabbed making sure he didn't get attacked, and swore up and down that he was a good person, this is what he did.

"They were just starting to like me. We were all becoming friends,"I scowled, referring to the Gladers.

"How could Aris do this?"I asked the air, feeling a single tear run down my face. After all we had gone through he had still deceived me. We had almost died several times. Our friends had lost their lives. Despite the horror show it was, we went through it together. The Scorch was something we did without the other girls. We had actually really bonded, and I started to like him and think he was one of my closest friends.

Now he might kill Thomas.

And the entire time I swore he didn't have any ulterior motives. Why? Because I was a gullible moron who just wanted a friend out here.

"That stupid, dumb, idiotic, jerk,"I listed, pulling at my hair.

"That's a good way to hurt yourself,"a voice pointed out. I looked up to see Minho, making my stomach twist in knots. I just knew he was coming to taunt me and rub the fact that he was right and I was wrong in my face. Him opening up with something that sounds like he cared about me was extra and unnecessarily cruel though.

"If you've come to point the finger at me for knowing about all of this you can save it. I don't need your accusations,"I snapped.

"But-"

"Shut your trap. Don't you think I feel bad enough? I was stupid enough to think I could trust someone who had been lying. Aris might be ready to murder Thomas, and I defended his sorry self. Have you ever felt that? Have you ever felt the pain of losing someone who's alive? Because I-"

"Y/N, stop talking for five seconds,"He interrupted, now extremely close to me. So close I could make out every detail on his face, every perfect imperfection, and it made me nervous in a different way. My stomach was still in knots, but the reasons for it had definitely changed.

"I'm sorry I thought you were one of them, okay? But taking what I said to heart won't do you any good. It's not fair to blame yourself. You don't deserve that,"He whispered. "And you don't deserve to pull your hair out either,"He added, taking my hands away from my head and putting them in his.

Despite the fact that I was literally fighting to survive I couldn't help but say one thing.

"I think I love you."

"You think?"

"Just shut up, and tell me if you love me back."

He looked at me without saying a word. Then, he crashed his lips against mine. I froze for a millisecond before kissing back with everything I had. He snaked his arm around my waist as we fit together perfectly. While I hadn't imagined my first kiss being with someone that I swore I hated, this was better than any fantasy my mind could come up with. He was better than whatever I could imagine. Despite everything that was happening nothing had ever felt so right before

Still, we needed to breathe so only when we were on the brink of running out of air did we pull apart.

"Does that answer your question?"

[9leaguesofmirrors]

If You Need To Be Mean (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

Yes, this is named after the Mitski lyric. No, it's not a songfic. I Don't Smoke is just Gainsgoe-coded and it fit this fic

Essentially, Joseph is hard on himself and Ross does what he always does - looks for a solution. But things won't be easy this time

CONTENT WARNING: Brief description of blood, themes of suicidal thoughts

"Fucking idiot!"

Ross jumped slightly at the sharp yell upstairs, nearly spilling hot coffee over himself in the process

His partner had been in a foul mood all day, probably thanks to the morons he worked with, and now he'd isolated himself in the bedroom to work on a few things. Ross knew that Lisgoe preferred to be left alone when he was busy (and annoyed), so he stayed downstairs with one of his favourite books

It wasn't long before he heard Lisgoe's voice shouting. Not at him, not even to him. Ross knew him well enough to know who the remarks were aimed at

Thud. Thud. Thudthudthudthudthudthud

It sounded like something was being hit. Maybe a desk. Maybe a wall

Then silence, as if he were looking at what he'd done

Then there was the sound of pacing

Completely confused by this string of events, Ross put his coffee and book down before heading upstairs

As he got closer to the shut door of their room, the angered muttering of his partner could be heard slightly clearer

"Now look what you've fucking done. Shit. Fucking look at it. What the fuck now? What now? Stupid twat!"

Ross gently held onto the handle, listening to the hushed sound until he felt it right to speak

"Joseph? What's going on?"

No answer

"I'm fine."

This didn't answer Ross' question. He opened the door and went to speak

What he saw effectively silenced him

Lisgoe's knuckles had cracked- no, they'd split open entirely, and blood was oozing out of them onto the floor in large puddles. Since he'd been pacing, red patches were now stretched across the wood flooring, which matched the large spatterings of blood on the desk - where he must've been hitting. His laptop, with a weekly report on it, was also covered

Ross didn't need to ask what happened. It was perfectly clear, he just had one question. A question spoken in a tone that was level, despite the layer of disbelief bubbling through:

"Why?"

No answer

"What? Was berating yourself like a lunatic not enough?" He started to get more irritated by the silence "Had to beat yourself up too?"

Nothing

"Answer me, Joseph."

"Why does it matter?" Was the agitated reply "How many times have I come home beaten to fuck? You should be used to this."

"This is different." Ross went over to him "This is clearly different, how do you not see that?"

"Oh, fuck off-"

"Sit down." This time, Ross' voice was sharp and demanding, like a teacher talking to a troublesome student "Now."

For a few seconds, Lisgoe looked as though he may have replied, but he let out an exasperated puff and sat on the edge of their bed

Ross took this opportunity to head downstairs, returning with a medi-kit and blue roll

"For fuck sake..." Lisgoe muttered as soon as he saw the apparatus "Is this necessa-"

"Don't talk."

To say Ross was angry would be putting it lightly. Seeing his partner with serious injuries was bad enough, but when they were self-inflicted? And out of petty rage? It was even worse. He didn't say a word as he sat beside him, cleaning and dressing he wound. He didn't even look Lisgoe in the eyes

"Are you gonna fucking ignore me forever now?"

That finally got a look, more of a glare, from Ross

"If it's pissing you off so much, let me do it."

"I've done it now."

"Then fuck off."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why-"

"I was pissed. Everything's gone wrong and I needed an outlet."

"You're always in a pissy mood," Ross snapped "you've never done this. What happened today?"

"Give it a fucking rest! Maybe something did happen, who gives a fuck? Worse things have happened to better people."

That was an odd statement for Lisgoe to make

Ross just looked at him with a blank expression, willing him to go on

"Come on, of all the people in this town, I deserve it the most."

"Was it Hammonds again?"

Lisgoe's boss, Hammonds, never got on with him. He was a man with 10x Lisgoe's aggression and need for control, with less of his honesty. Needless to say, they'd had several issues

"He's part of it." Lisgoe's voice was gravelly and distant as he stared at the blood on the floor, as if he were convincing himself there was nothing wrong "So was the asshole I had to visit - 6 fucking months and he'd not paid a penny owed! Then there was the dickhead in the street."

"What happened with the-"

"I was spat at, Ross." Lisgoe snapped "I was fucking spat at. Because I'm a bastard. And I fully fucking deserve it!"

Lisgoe looked at Ross and, his voice gaining clarity, continued:

"Here's something people are too scared to tell you." He spoke with complete conviction in what he was saying "Some people just shouldn't be on this fucking planet. And believe me, I know I'm one of them."

He didn't show it on his face, but hearing those words fall so easily from his partner's mouth caused a sting he could almost hear the rip of. His chest tightened and everything felt like it was weighing down on him

Suddenly, a thought came into his head. Some form of a solution:

"Be mean to me."

"... What?"

"Everytime you think of being mean to yourself," his voice was calm, as if delivering the answer to a mathematical equation "direct it towards me."

"Ross, I'm not doing that."

"I can handle it. Can't be worse than Pauline."

"No, Ross-"

"Why not? You're clearly angry. Just direct it at me. It's easy. I won't take it personally, it's just words to me."

Lisgoe looked away, as if he were ashamed of himself

In response, Ross held up his bandaged hand

"If this is the only other option, I'd rather you took your anger out on me."

Silence

Thick, heavy silence

Ross was getting impatient

"Joseph, for god sake, I can handle it. After the verbal abuse I faced with Pauline, there's nothing that could phase me-"

"No."

His voice came out level, unreadable. It took Ross aback slightly

"Why?"

"I'm just not fucking doing it. It's no big deal."

"This happens everytime something goes wrong," Ross explained calmly "you get angry at yourself. Well, just direct it to me. Just this once, I want you to hurt me the way you hurt yourself."

There was no answer. No argument, no pointed comment, not even a look in his direction

"It can't be that difficult-"

"Of course it's fucking difficult, and you know exactly why."

"No, actually, I don't."

Lisgoe finally looked in his direction in a swift, sharp motion

"It's the same reason I haven't offed myself yet."

"Don't say that, Joseph."

"Why? Why should I pussyfoot around it? Why can't I just say it like it is? Yeah, sometimes I want things to end. But I haven't done anything, so it's no big deal."

"I don't think you understand how big of a deal it is. It's just hard for me to-"

"Is that right?" Lisgoe sneered, jumping to his feet "Then please enlighten me, Ross. Tell me how all of this is so hard on you. Tell me how having to see me like this is so fucking difficult for you. Yeah, I bet you're the only one finding this hard! You have to hear about it, and all I have to do is have it in my fucking head everyday!"

There was a brief moment where all you could hear was a pin drop. That, and the buzzing sense of heaviness looming over both of them

"I can acknowledge you're hurting and still not want you to leave, Joseph."

"Ross," it was obvious, how exhausted and frustrated Lisgoe was, by his voice "I told you I'm not going through with it."

"And how do I know that?"

"Are you that thick? Do I need to spell it out for you with building blocks?"

"I just want a straight answer-"

"I love you, you stupid fucking shite!"

Neither of then expected those words to come out the mouth of Joseph Nigel Lisgoe

As he continued, his voice was coarse and gravelly

"There. There it fucking is. Your explanation, what everything boils down to." Everything spilled out despite Lisgoe trying scoop it all back in. The more he tried, the more of a mess it made "My life is a chaotic melding pot of shite, the only thing that offers any kind of stability is you. And it's so... I don't fucking know! It's nauseating, to rely on someone for something like that, but it's fine. Couldn't give less of a shite."

Ross sat there in complete silence. Not a word dared to bubble in his chest, let alone pass his lips

"If I had to live without you, I could." Lisgoe continued"I don't need you to survive, this isn't some shitey romantic drama. I could live without you, but it wouldn't be the same. I..." the walls came up, mostly out of shame "Forget it. It means nothing-"

"What is it, Joseph?"

Once again, no answer. In a surprising moment of tenderness, Ross stood up and placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. He could feel it contract, then relax slowly. That silent gesture spoke all the words they needed

They looked at each other, and it was like they could see into the other's head. Perhaps that was why Ross could feel his eyes losing their dryness. Not wanting his partner to see him like that, he closed the gap between them and his arms, somehow, found their way around him

None of this was normal. This type of contact, this type of atmosphere, it just wasn't who they were. They were fire, competition and tension. It was a set-up that amused them and set them alight. But this was like the earth. Grounding, strong and weighted, but subtle. Like the feeling of finding shelter from a stormy walk home. Weary feet and restless minds, just for a moment, are able to rest. It may not have been a permanent solution to what was going on in Lisgoe's mind, but it was something satiable. Something stable. It was something

"Ross."

Silence

There was a sniffle, then a moment that sounded like Lisgoe was going to speak. But nothing

Something wet on Ross' skin, he didn't draw attention to it

"Joseph?"

More silence

"Fuck sake..."

"What is it?"

"... I just realised what this is."

"What do you mean?"

"This. How I feel."

Ross gave him time

"It's fucking fear."

An exhale

A shaky chuckle at the irony

Another sniffle

"Ross, I'm scared."

The entire conversation flashed through Ross' head in that moment. The blood. The anger. What Lisgoe said

"Some people shouldn't be on this fucking planet. And believe me, I know I'm one of them."

"Me too."

They stayed there for a length of time they couldn't quite decipher, the walls they'd built started to disappear. It didn't feel like crumbling or breaking, but rather a simple evaporation

"You should probably know something, Joseph."

"What?"

A pause

"I love you too."

"Don't get fucking sappy." Humour coloured his tone

"You said it first."

"Don't bring it up!"

They laughed, despite the situation, which simultaneously felt like relief and rebellion. After a considerable pause, it was Lisgoe that spoke

"What happens now?"

Ross dealt with logic, he always had. No matter what the problem was, he always found a solution that would, eventually, lead him back to the right track. It was like a skill, a way for him to navigate even the toughest situations

Which is why he just said nothing, let the silence become their own personal safety net

Because that was how he delt with answering Lisgoe's question

His reasoning was simple: he didn't want to

The reason for that was painfully easy to understand:

He didn't know the answer

[welcometothedopeworld]

"Not" a Vampire ~ *Shion Kaida*

Summary: You're convinced Shion is a vampire as much as he denies it. It's gotten to the point the others are beginning to tease you for your insistence. That's why you must do whatever it takes to prove you are correct.

Pairing: Shion Kaida X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 797

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

"Is it true?" You ask, propping your head onto your hands.

Shion glances over at you before rolling his eyes and taking another drag of his cigarette. "Quit asking me that question."

"I will when you answer it."

"Obviously, I'm not going to answer it."

You frown. "I just want to know if it's true or not! That's all! Once you answer it, I'll leave you alone for good, I promise!"

He scoffs at your words. "No you won't."

"How do you know?"

"I know you."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Creepy."

"Not like that, you moron!" He growls back, baring his teeth before taking yet another drag of his cigarette.

You sigh and let your chin drop to the table before you. "Why won't you satiate my curiosity."

"Because your idiotic curiosity is none of my concern." He snaps, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground. 

As he pulls out another cigarette, you grab your lighter and flick it open. He glares at you as you hold the little flame out to him. Despite his reluctance, he lets you light his cigarette and blows the smoke in your face.

You wave it away and continue to pout. "Please? Just tell me if the rumors are true or not!"

"What rumors?" Sliding into the seat next to you, Kenta gives you an unimpressed look. 

"What's everyone talking about?" Ryoga loudly asks, taking the last seat at the table you were sitting at.

Shion shoots another glare at you but you don't pay him any attention. "Is it true that Shion is a vampire or is it just a rumor?"

The two boys stare at you for a good, long moment before laughing their asses off. Shion grunts but you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle. You, on the other hand, huff and fold your arms over your chest.

"You don't have to be mean about it, assholes!"

"Of course a petty little criminal like yourself is swept up in the stupid, asinine rumors!" Kenta wickedly grinned.

"That's a load of steaming dog shit is what it is!" Ryoga adds. "There is no way in hell Shion here is a fucking vampire! If he is, I'll eat my left pinky!"

You sigh and let your shoulders fall. "Seriously, you're all terrible! I hate you guys so much!"

"Well it's your fault for believing rumors." Shion mutters, smirking at you.

Standing up, you shoot back, "It's not my fault! The evidence is pretty damning! Besides, you're partly to blame because you won't put the stupid lies to rest!"

As you walked off, you could hear Ryoga and Kenta jeer at Shion. It only made you scoff and wrap your arms around yourself. You didn't want to deal with their stupid meanness right now. You just wanted to go back to your cell and not think about how they laughed at you.

That is, until you ran into Yuto. "Oh! Sorry!"

"No, no! It's my fault! Completely my fault! I shouldn't have run into you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He bumbled, gathering the files he dropped.

You helped him collect his wayward papers and noticed something familiar. Carefully, you tucked it away without the guard noticing. You gave him a sugary sweet smile as you handed him the last of his files.

"Again, I'm really sorry, Officer. I did not mean to."

He shook his head and looked down to hide his blush. "No harm done, I suppose."

And with that, he scurried off. When you were alone, you peaked into the stolen file and gasped. Your suspicions were confirmed!

With your evidence in hand, you raced back to the table where Kenta, Ryoga, and Shion were still sitting. You slapped the file down in front of them. While Ryoga and Kenta looked confused, Shion's eyes widened and, if it was even possible, he became even more pale.

"YOU ARE A VAMPIRE! Maybe not a vampire like in all the books and movies, but you have Porphyria Cutanea Tarda, colloquially known as vampire disease!" You shouted in triumph.

"Where did you get this?" Shion snapped at you, crumpling his cigarette in his hand.

You gave a satisfied smirk. "This petty little criminal stole it from Officer Inukai himself! And the poor bastard still doesn't know what hit him!"

"Wait, you stole Shion's file?" Kenta asked, his eyes widening as realization began to dawn on him. "There's files on all of us? With our deep dark secrets printed?"

You shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't say that-"

"I NEED TO GET MY FILE!" He screamed, running out of the mess hall.

"WAIT FOR ME!" Ryoga shouted after him.

Shion gave a low, dark chuckle as he shook his head. "Congratulations, petty, little criminal. You just ruined their lives."

[likablemuffin]

Aftermath... Reni..?

(From: One left (A rottmnt separated au)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's such a horrible day today.

Why do I even exist?

Do I deserve this?

Gosh.

Haha...

Leo hasn't responded to any of my messages....Guess I really am just....

No one to him anymore. 

Listen to them all laughing downstairs. 

Why can't I be there? 

Is this fair?

No.

It probably isn't.

Just....what did I do wrong?

I don't think I did anything wrong.....

Maybe I did.

Should I even....

Still be here?

No one would care if I disappeared, would they...?

Probably not...

Ha....

Oh...

I'm crying....

Maybe I should talk to them about this...

No.

No, no no no.

None of them would care.

They don't care now, and they won't care in the future.

Why....

Why has Leo just...

Abandoned me?

I didn't do anything wrong.

It's their fault.

It's their fault.

It's their fault.

It's their fault.

Its....

It's my fault...

It's my fault, isn't it?...

I'm just some stupid moron.

Why would he still care?

Hahahaha....

I don't deserve him....

But...

Neither do...

They.

He's my brother.

They need to get away from him.

They're taking him away from me.

Stop it...

Don't take him away...

He's not even your brother to begin with!

I don't care if he wants to hang out with brothers!

Give him back...

P-Please...

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I HATE YOU.

No.

No, I...I shouldn't.

He still hasn't responded....

I...Why....

Am I just not good enough?

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦˀ"

That must be it....

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦˀˀ"

It's all my fault then...

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦᵎˀ"

I...I'm just....

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳᵎ"

Pitiful then...

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵎ"

Is someone calling me...?

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦᵎᵎ"

It...sounds like it...but...

"ᴿᵉⁿᶦ ��ʰᵃᵗˢ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿˀᵎ"

No one cares about me, right...?

"ᵀʰᵃᵗˢ ᶦᵗ ᴿᵉⁿᶦᵎ"

Whats it...?

Oh...

I guess someone must be calling me...

Why though?...

Leo bursting through Reni's door surprisingly doesn't snap her out of her thoughts. (or her panic attack)

Leo rushes to Reni's side immediately. "Reni! Reni, whats wrong?!"

Reni can't hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. "Reni! Please answer!" Reni thinks she hears someone....She tries to look in the voice's direction but only sees a blur of....red, blue, and green....Oh. It's Leo. "L-Leo-" Reni barely manages to force out his name but has to stop right after to take in a big gulp of air.

"Reni, w-whats going on?" Reni just shakes her head. Why can't she speak? Ugh! She's so freaking stupid! Leo looks at her face before taking a deep breath and carefully climbing into her bed to hug her. "Okay...i-its just a panic attack...you're okay...you're okay..." Honestly, Leo can't tell whether he's telling that to himself or Reni.

Reni starts shaking with sobs. Why can't she just....Speak! 

It's such a simple thing to do! She just wants to tell Leo that she's fine, but she can't even do that! How absolutely pitiful. Maybe that's why Leo doesn't love her anymore....

"W-What? Reni, what...what do you mean..?" Oh. Did she say that out loud?...Leo cups her face in his hands and makes her look at him. "Do you think I don't love you...? Why?" Reni shakes her head again. She tries to speak, but it just comes out as a breathy squeak. Leo smiles slightly at her squeaking, but he can't really laugh at her because of the situation.

Reni lunges at Leo and gives him the tightest hug he's ever had while she openly sobs into his shoulder. It takes Leo a few seconds to realize what's happening before he hugs her back. "Hey..." Reni chokes on her sobs a few times, but other than that, nothing really happens for a few minutes.

After around half an hour, Reni can finally breathe normally again and has stopped sobbing. She still has tears streaming down her face, but she's not sobbing anymore. 

Leo takes this chance to ask her the question he asked before again. "So...what was that about me not loving you anymore?" Reni sniffles and rubs the tears off of her face. "I j-just...y-you've been hanging out with everyone else s-so much lately....Y-you know, l-like Raph Donnie and M-Mikey...." Leo gives her a look of pity. "And you thought that meant I didn't love you anymore?"

Reni curls in on herself. "I k-know...its It's stupid and selfish!" Leo sighs. "Hey now...I didn't say that! I was just a bit confused as to how you really thought that I didn't love you. Course I still do! I'm just hanging out with them a bit." "Y-yeah...b-but...I just feel... alone, I guess..." Leo hums in acknowledgement. "You were always like that when you were little. Hey. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I just want to hang out with my brothers a bit! I mean, I think we can both agree that it's pretty awesome that we have more siblings than each other."

Reni nods and reaches out her hand for Leo to take. Leo does. "Y-yeah....I'm sorry about...all this..." 

"Hey Leo! Is Reni okay??" Oh. Everyone was in the doorway. 

Reni quickly takes her hand out of Leo's and hurriedly wipes her tears away. "Yeah, I think she's fine." Donnie steps into the room. "We were all worried about you, Reni! Leo said he was going to get you to see if you wanted to play video games with us, and then he left for like forty minutes!" Reni nods, and tears start to stream down her face again. "O-oh...s-sorry..." 

Leo bonks her on the head. "Stop apologizing! It was a fair worry!" "But Leooo..." Leo groans. "Are you TRYING to go down a rabbit hole of self-doubt and depression?? Come on now, Reni! We all love you more than anything! Just because I'm not hanging out with you as much as I did before doesn't mean anything!" 

Donnie snorts. "That's what she's so upset about? That we don't love her??" Reni chirps a long and embarrassed-sounding chirp and crawls under her bed. "Donnie!" "What?? I just think it's funny that that's actually what she thinks! That's like- the last thing that could ever be true!" 

As Donnie and Leo argue, Mikey crouches down in front of the bed and looks under it. He sees Reni eating some chocolate bars from her secret stash under her bed. Mikey chuckles a bit. "Heyyyy, Reni...Whatcha doing?" Reni squints her eyes at him as she continues to much on her chocolate bar. "Nothin." 

Mikey smiles slightly and reaches his hand under the bed. "Do you want to come out?" Reni stares at his hand for a while before finally taking it and being pulled out from under the bed. (Holy cow, was Mikey ever strong!) 

Everyone watches as Reni emerges, and they all instantly hug her. 

Reni practically melts into the hug. It was wonderful. 

"Now then, sis." They all separate from the hug as Leo speaks. He clears his throat. "WHY DO YOU HAVE ALL MY CHOCOLATE BARS UNDER YOUR BED??" Reni looks between everyone for a bit and makes a few popping sounds with her mouth before she finally speaks. "No....reason??" 

Leo and Reni stare at each other for a bit, and then Leo practically attacks Reni with tickles. Reni tries to fight him off as the others join in the tickle fight. "LEO!! GET OFF ME!!!" "NO WAY, SIS!! THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT!!" Everyone's giggles can be heard throughout the entire lair.

It might take a while for everyone to get used to having more siblings, but they will all help each other.

None of them are going anywhere.

They will all stay here and help each other through the thick and thin. No matter what.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, will separate them again.

...Right..?

The end of One left. (A rottmnt separated au)

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[lyra-r05e]

Chapter teaser time! The idiots continue making questionable decisions in the upcoming Chapter 21 - Blood Moon Kiss on Sunday, Dec 15.

For now, please enjoy Farmer and Abigail pestering Sam about Penny in What Friends Are For:

Pam walks with you to the saloon from the bus stop, but she doesn't make small talk. She's pissed your skull cavern dive ran late, and your tardiness is eating into her Friday night drinking time. You don't feel bad for her, though. Your trips alone are keeping her troubling drinking habit afloat.

The familiar sounds and smells of the Stardrop help relax your sore muscles. You grab a much needed drink, heading towards Sam's cheerful greeting by the pool table.

Sam’s enthusiasm always makes you smile, but it still feels awkward hanging out with them now. Sebastian's absence is painful on Fridays. The warm lighting and colourful decor of the games corner doesn't feel right without the contrast of his dark hair and clothes. Even if he had a rough week, he'd always overcome his social anxiety and come brood in the corner. He'd listen to Sam and Abigail banter or go off about whatever the new thing of the week was, smirking from behind his drink. He'd always smile when sinking the 8 ball before Sam got a chance to even the score. That stupid fucking crooked smile of his…

“Come on, play a game with me. I might have a chance, since Seb isn't here to annihilate me,” Sam hands you a pool stick.

You subconsciously wince at his name, snapping out of your wandering mind. Abigail shoots Sam a dirty look.

“Er…sorry,” Sam rubs the back of his head with an apologetic smile.

“It's okay, you’re on,” you grab a pool stick and chalk it up.

You thought you did a pretty good job sounding nonchalant, but an awkward pause lingers nonetheless. Abigail leans against the pool table beside you, crossing her arms with a guilty look.

“Farmer, we owe you an apology. We went to visit Seb in Zuzu. he asked us not to tell you, but that's a shitty thing to do. I'm sorry.”

“Yea, I'm sorry too,” Sam squirms with discomfort, looking down.

So he didn't want me to know after all. “Oh, um. Thank you, it's okay. I get it. I…don't want you guys to feel like you can't hang out with him normally because of me,” you mean it, but it still hurts.

“Is he really not answering any of your messages?” Sam asks, releasing the triangle mold off the pool balls.

“Nope,” you hit the white ball, starting the game with a nice clean break.

“Nice one. What a moron, you're such a catch, Farmer,” Sam sighs.

“I told him,” Abigail murmurs into her drink.

“It's okay, you guys. You don't have to get in the middle of our mess. I appreciate you, though,” you muster the best smile you can, leaning on your pool stick.

That seemed to convince them to change the subject, and focus on having a nice evening. You resist the urge to ask more about him, failing to get him out of your head as the game goes on. You need a distraction.

“How are things with Penny?” You ask as Sam lines up his next shot.

He completely fumbles his stick, barely hitting the white ball more than a millimetre. His face turns beet red, and he averts his eyes.

“Good, I take it?” You chuckle.

“They just had a steamy date,” Abigail tells you with a cheeky grin.

“Shut UP Abby,” Sam hisses at her, face reddening even more.

“Oooh, tell me more,” you smirk, trying to catch Sam’s eyes.

“Uh, yea,” Sam clears his throat, “it's been…nice.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed with his vagueness.

Abigail rolls her eyes, wasting no time spilling the tea. “They went to the spa together, in the middle of the night.”

The spa. So much for distracting your mind from Sebastian. “Nice, Sam! That's hot,” you nudge his elbow in approval.

“You guys…” poor Sam is dying from embarrassment. He's too sweet and innocent for teasing like this, but you can't help yourself.

“Taking her to the hot tub after hours, so naughty,” you tease.

“It was her idea,” Abigail reports.

“OooooOOOoooo Penny! Full of surprises, that one,” you gasp dramatically.

“Yea yea yea, can we talk about anything else?” Sam groans.

You and Abigail snicker, letting him off the hook for the rest of the night.

[aquillis-main]

Maybe it's just me, but whenever I see anyone trying to make Silver the Hedgehog out to be not a trusting person, then immediately talk about Sonic 06 and how he and Blaze just only ask one question to Mephiles, I think on how the two just immediately trusted Mephiles enough to go into his Crack den, despite Dorkphiles the Dark appearing the hell out of nowhere and having Iblis' eyes on top of no mouth. You'd think Silver would at LEAST argue with Blaze a bit before they went to Mephiles' fruit of lies, but no. The instant one cutscene ends on the two looking to each other before running to Mephiles, we cut to Blaze and Silver in Mephiles' Crack den listening to the bullshit he's spouting.

Also, Silver still immediately believes Mephiles when Silver gets his resolve snapped by Amy's own conviction with Sonic, barely asking any clarifying questions and even bothering to fight against the moron as he twirls away. Like... that's not 'not trusting' to me. That's 'laying your head low and believing what an outsider told you is wrong'.

I'm sorry, but it takes a lot more than what Silver did in Sonic 06 to convince me of him being not trusting. I need to play Sonic Team Racing to get the gist of what happens in that game, but I feel it should be better in how it managed Silver being not trusting there then in Sonic 06.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - We Need To Talk About Boundaries, Ironwood...

Tip sighed as Qrow reached out to ruffle his hair again. It was always weirdly comforting when he did that, but he was quite happily reading, thank you very much.

"Qrow, stop that. I'm trying to concentrate."

"You're kinda adorable like that, pocketsized, I can't really resist. At least it's me and not Nora?"

"Good point. You know I don't mind you doing that, sometimes, but could you leave me to it for now? The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can give it back to Blake. You know what she gets like when people don't give her books back quickly..."

"... the man with two souls? Really, Oz?"

"I got curious." Tip stated, calmly, turning a page carefully. "It's an interesting tale, though so far I have located no references to worry about, whoever wrote this must have just liked the title."

"... okay, I'll leave you to... it." Qrow stopped, fingers freezing at the base of Tip's hair. Tip raised his head again, staring at Qrow in confusion.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hesitantly.

"I'm... not sure. That wasn't hair, pocketsized, uh... could you put the book down for a second? I think I need a closer look."

Tip put the book down, mentally noting the page he was on and let Qrow look deeper. Hopefully whatever it was wasn't catching, at least.

Qrow started to swear above him, which definitely didn't seem good. Whatever he'd found, though, at least it didn't seem to be something like headlice. Tip shuddered slightly at the thought, but snapped out of it quickly enough.

"What is it, Qrow? What's wrong?"

"I think we need a word with Jimmy. Someone put a tracker on ya, Oz and he's the obvious culprit..."

"A tracker? Qrow, what? Why would... oh."

"Oh?" Qrow sounded very angry, though it wasn't at Tip at least.

"He made a huge commotion about my birth identity and the fact that I was kidnapped. Perhaps he's just worried?" Tip's voice was less level than normal though, his fists tight around the arms of the chair.

"Yeah, sorry, pocketsized. If he was that worried, he should have asked. Ya didn't know about it, did ya?"

"... no. No, I did not."

"Right. Come on, we've got a high and mighty moron to yell at..."

"Ah. Qrow, Oz, I wasn't expecting you." James smiled as they entered, though the smile fell as he registered the looks on their faces. "What's wrong?"

"You put a tracker on Oz, Jimmy. Why?" Qrow bit out, Tip looking just as angry behind him.

"It was a huge invasion of privacy, James. I want it out. Now." There was steel in Tip's voice and, to Ironwood's credit, he did look slightly guilty.

James sighed, deeply. "I'm not removing it, Oz and I won't apologise for the necessity of it being there."

"What do you mean, necessity?"

"If Salem snatches you, then this will at least give us a chance of finding you again. Besides, if people find out you're Winter Schnee, they are quite likely to target you."

Tip growled, but could reluctantly see his point. Qrow was rather less polite, though. "And what else are you tracking, Jimmy? If you did it to pocketsized, did you do it to anyone else?"

"Not at present."

"I'll keep the thing on one condition, James. You never, ever do this to anybody else."

"Good. Glad you could see reason, though I really am sorry, Oz."

"Prove it. One question, how long has this thing been in my hair?"

"Since the plane crash. It's standard issue for missing children."

"No. Change that policy, James!"

Ironwood made a note on his scroll, sighing again. "I will attempt to. Again, I'm sorry."

[tonyhentai]

5 Macrotones (and Frequencies)

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37-55-34-41-38

Watching Larry Kudlow while I tickle her butthole, the ways of the world, those are the breaks, everyday I’m elated to be fertile if not awake. Let me unrobe as well, just so you can successfully kiss my ass, I drink tears like ginger-ale after twelve mezcals, no disrespect, but fuck you, I’m a nice guy, fuck me, I’ll stick a Civic car key into your brother’s eye. Suicide bomb your fuckin grandma’s assisted living center, three hipsters talk getting food truck bullshit at Guatemalan festivals. Screwing in cymbals, Alice Cooper performed with Filter, nah, I respect that craft, shitty fuckin bands relapse to playing the same shit every night, it’s actually nice. Koreans crank you off mid stroke asking if you're Pakistani, identities are antsy, in fifth grade Anthony never successfully pantsed me. 

52-39-37-46-46

I enjoy believing what I hear, they ID’d bin Laden by his ears, my lobes are super distinctive too, twenty thirteen, I was in three hundred square feet, double debt to income with none of it expungeable. To be honest, I wasn't against being run into by a bus or two, but RIPTA fucking drives too slow, if I’m gonna go ideally I’d like to go. My hair clippers sounded like helicopters in the wet Rome lavatory, Americanos the size of a micropenis agitated me. My zipper had a mind of its own on New York Avenue, I didn’t tip on my second set of Fernets at the tavern, oops!—too busy bonding over wanting to cease completely. Local journalists have become too busy to write more than fifty words on a murder, some fuck got shot, now I guess he rots?—let them snap a selfie for their IG before confirming.

34-37-41-45-54

Being made vaguely aware I could have possibly gotten beaten up by anonymous parties at an undisclosed period in time. The old guy with the white hair in the pink house picked up an Amazon package on his stoop as I walked by, a week later he was beat to a pulp. Deceased in the basement by a guy with a face that looked like a decent looking insect, dying is underrated, annihilation is essentially reflexive. I was elated at the baseless allegation, every day I pray to remain the politest, chucking spears like Leonidas at middle aged men making moronic threats. My sobriety’s Ben Simmons on the Nets, I’m embarrassing myself in public, it’s the best, rusty trombone phone home, nothing’s of interest to me, there’s an indivisibility to perceiving a fucking tree.

40-46-53-52-48

Even Cheryl eventually threaded more eyebrow than appropriate, leaving me practically bare boned in brow, despite default caterpillar contours. Questioning if the light skinned lady guzzling a creamy espresso martini was actually dating the old East Asian man, or if he was only making motel donations. Meanwhile, the big bearded bartender with the lower level central tooth gap seems to dap every fucking body but me, is it possible he recalls my exposed bracciole and balls from his previous bar—fuck it. The empty pint of Yuengling looked like it was having a seizure on the cement in the wind on Fricker, there’s an architecture to walking drunk alone in the dark, sometimes I dabble in gin after dinner. Analyzing arguably asinine signs in Dallas Cowboy games broadcast on solitary Sunday afternoons, I no longer take what’s figurative as anything more than something assumed.

37-54-47-40-55

Tethered to an uninterrogated subjectivity, we bicker about one drop rules and data dumps of public policy fat tails, fuck you. The Bill of Rights is junk email, I check my gmail like I'm the fucking algorithm, when analyzing such and such within the prism of what the fuck seventy percent of NGOs concluded many males often pay bucks for cunts. Not to get political, but a wise man once told me the only good politician is a dead politician, decapitated Palestinian children keep playing the victim. While Millennial US Senators listen to Limp Bizkit with limp wrist kids who enjoy getting fisted until making a modicum of sense is blacklisted. Voluntarily shoving US government propaganda up my own ass, mentioning dollar denominated crude oil trades is considered a touch crass—I caught a shitty sea bass on my Uncle’s boat and tossed it back.

[5starluvr]

Fuck you?yea fuck me.

MDNI!!!

[ genre:smut,angst?]

[Pairing:rival!Hyunjin x rival!reader]

[Warning:smut,arguing,oral,reader gets called a good girl]

[Request: Smut Hyunjin x fm!reader could literally be anything, thinking enemies to lovers at school 😫🙏]

Raya here!I just want to apologize for the awful smut(idk if that’s even proper smut lmao) I’ve never written anything smutty so it’s my first try on this ya’ll have mercy on me!.

"As the mid-terms have concluded, many of you have been drained of ideas thus, I'll be assigning partners for this project. If you have yours, you can leave," Miss Hack announced, her voice cutting through the chaos of students gathering their belongings.

Approaching the teacher's desk after the majority of the class had left, Miss Rose unveiled the list of assigned partners. "Your partner is Hwan-"

"WHAT?" you practically yelled out. "No, no, no, Miss, I can't pair up with him. Please let me switch partners."

"I'm sorry, but I can't make changes. I've already assigned all students a partner, so you two will have to work together. Remember, this project is almost worth half of your grade," Miss Rose stated, neatly putting away her books as you stormed out.

"HWANG HYUNJIN!" you yelled, storming across the hall toward him. His head snapped around, and he rolled his eyes. "What?" he breathed out, annoyed at your presence.

"You're my partner for the project, and you better not mess it up like last time," your voice laced with venom.

"Oh, come on, that was one time, and I definitely didn't mean to give you the wrong information," he said, and you scoffed.

"Totally an accident that you sabotaged me, Mr. Hwang," you rolled your eyes at him. "Oh, you like my last name that much, or why do you keep saying it?" he asked, leaning down a little.

"I'll meet you in the library at 5 PM," he whispered in your ear. The distance between both of you practically nonexistent.

You two crackled with tension as he sauntered away, leaving you grappling with the unexpected partnership.

————

As 5 PM approached, you hesitatingly made your way to the library. Hwang Hyunjin was already there, flipping through project materials. “Took you long enough,” he remarked without looking up.

Ignoring his comment, you sat down, the air thick with unspoken competition.

„Are we going to talk about the project or what?“you scoff at him sitting at the table.

"Are you reading?" You ask voice filled with confusion"Are you blind?" "Tsk, apparently you're the blind one hyunjin. You're reading the book upside down, you moron."

”oh shit“he whispers as he turns the book around.“Anyway let’s like start or whatever,let’s just like write ideas down or something“he rolls his eyes

———

As you settled into the quiet solitude of the library, the initial tension between you and Hyunjin began to dissipate, replaced by a spark of intellectual curiosity. You both had a passion for art, music, and photography, and you were eager to create a project that would showcase your talents.

“So, what do you say we do?”Your inquired, voice laced with a hint of challenge. “Art? Music? Photography?”

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating her question. “Well, I’m personally drawn to the expressive and emotional nature of art.”

“But don’t you think music has a way of transcending language and cultural barriers?”You countered, eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “It’s a universal language that can speak to anyone, regardless of their background.”

“True, but art can also evoke a deeper connection with the audience, a connection that goes beyond words,”he insisted, his voice rising slightly in the quiet library.

“But music can transport you to different worlds, make you feel emotions you never knew you had,” you retorted, your passion for your chosen medium evident in his words.

The debate intensified as the two of you argued passionately for your respective preferences. Your voices grew louder, echoing through the hushed library, drawing the disapproving gaze of the librarian.

“Settle down, you two!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re disturbing the peace!”

You and Hyunjin exchanged heated glares, both of you equally annoyed by the interruption. The librarian’s words had only served to fuel the flames of your rivalry.

“This is all your fault,” you hissed at Hyunjin, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “If you hadn’t been so stubborn about your music project, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“And it’s your fault for being so closed-minded about art,” Hyunjin retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re missing out on the beauty and power of music.”

The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel the electricity crackling in the air like static. You were both so caught up in your argument that you didn’t notice the librarian approaching until she was standing right beside you.

“That’s enough!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp and authoritative. “If you can’t control yourselves, I’ll have to separate you.”

You and Hyunjin fell silent abruptly, your faces flushed with anger. You glared at each other, each of you blaming the other for the librarian’s reprimand.

The librarian shook her head in disapproval. “Both of you know this is a public library ” she said, her voice stern.

The air in the library crackled with tension as you and Hyunjin this time silently argued over which art form was superior. You were both passionate about your respective fields, and your voices rose above the hushed whispers of the other patrons.

“Art is the purest expression of human emotion,he insisted, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. “It has the power to evoke a deep connection with the viewer, to transport them to another world.”

You scoff,your eyes narrowing in challenge. “Music is the language of the soul,” your voice resonating with emotion. “It can transcend borders and cultures, uniting people through the shared experience of sound.”

Your voices grew louder, drawing the disapproving stares of the librarians. But you were too caught up in your heated debate to notice. The sparks of anger and frustration ignited a flame of something else, something deeper and more primal.

As you spoke, you felt Hyunjin’s gaze burning into you. His eyes were piercing, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. You could almost feel the electricity coursing between you, a magnetic force that drew you closer and closer.

Hyunjin leaned forward, his eyes locked with yours. Without warning, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. The shock of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and for a moment, you forgot all about your argument, all about your rivalry.

The kiss was intense and passionate, a whirlwind of emotions that neither of you could deny. You could feel his lips moving against yours, his breath intermingling with yours.

The world around you faded away, the hushed whispers of the library replaced by the pounding of your hearts. All that mattered was the feel of Hyunjin’s lips against yours, the taste of his breath on your skin.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless and disoriented, staring at each other in stunned silence. His eyes were filled with a mix of desire,lust and anger.

"I think we should go somewhere," Hyunjin said, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. You followed him out of the library and he pulled you into the nearest bathroom.As soon as both of you were in the tight Stall he smashed his lips against yours and pinned you to the wall.His hands trailing up and down your sides.

”Somehow you look really fucking hot when you are pissed“he whispers as he leaves kisses and hickeys down her neck.“Y-yeah you think so“you stutter as you feel your body tingle.“I’ll show you how hot I find it““On your knees.” he whispers his voice soft as he guides you onto the floor and tilts your chin up.“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your face, will you? Yeah?“ Hyunjin whispers seductively as he looks into your eyes. The tension feels so thick that you only nod at him while he zips his jeans open. The sight of his red tip leaking with pre cum makes your mouth water. You wrap your lips around his tip and slowly relax your throat as he pushes deeper into your mouth.” That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

[anachronismstellar]

Oh hello hi 👀

I can't draw to save my life but I can offer this:

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Shen Qingqiu began to question his sanity as soon as Shang Qinghua, of all people, arrived at his house with Lue Binghe chasing his shadow as if competing to get to him first. Nothing outside Binghe normal behavior, considering his husband need for attention. But what really sold him on the idea of going slowly crazy was the fact that both of them were crying.

"Shizun I can explain-"

"Bro- I mean Shen-Shixiong- it wasn't my fault I swear, I told him-"

They both kept their babbling, talking over one another, doing their worst to explain how they got a face full of pollen from a weird flower that Lue Binghe wanted to show him. He vaguely recalled Binghe telling him that he would bring a surprise for him, a rare instance when his husband left his side. He got suspicious, but he could use the alone time to read a yellow book hidden under a fake drawer, so he didn't complain much. Served him right, now he had to deal with this mess.

"Slow down, both of you, what flower? Where?"

He didn't want to sound angry, really! Maybe he was a bit exasperated, yes, but he just wanted to stop their tears! His heart couldn't take Binghe crying, and if Mobei Jun ever found his- uh- whatever Shang Qinghua was to Mobei Jun nowadays- crying on his house, he knew his walls would be torn apart.

Unfortunately his voice might have been to harsh, because instead of calming themselves, they started to cry even harder, both mirroring each other, down to the trembling lips and big gasps of air.

It would be funny if all the tears didn't make him so anxious. At some point they both started hiccuping at the same time, which then struck him.

Holy shit they are like father like son.

Holy shit, Shang Qinghua was technically his father in law what the fuck that was supposed to be just a joke, what the fuck-

"Calm down, both of you, calm down!" He snapped, unable to deal with their noise and his earth shattering revelation. "Binghe, go make some tea for me, huh?"

"But Shizun-"

"Now, now, I'm not angry, I promise, and tea will help me understand things better, yes? It will calm everyone down," he forced himself to smile as he grabbed Shang Qinghua by the back of his robes, dragging him away from the kitchen. "I just have to ask something to your shishu, don't worry about it."

Binghe, as always, was unable to say no to him, just hugged him tight before rushing to the kitchen, not even glaring at Shang Qinghua as he normally would. Shen Qingqiu waited until they both heard the sounds of pan and porcelain clicking before turning to look as his fellow transmigrator, shaking him before dropping on one of his cushions.

"Okay bro, start talking, and this better be good or I'll stick Binghe on you."

Shang Qinghua's face did something that, again, was too much like Binghe for comfort, as he explained that they both had been poisoned by one of his many plot hole plants, but thankfully one that the cure wasn't hard to come by. Shen Qingqiu half listed, mind still whirling from the father/son connection, glaring at Shang Qinghua, and thinking, once more, how all his problems were connected to his moron of a friend.

At some point Mobei Jun arrived as well, his icy glare directed at Shen Qingqiu when Shang Qinghua screamed "My kiiing", running to hug the demon's thighs. He glared back, of course. Although he had to hide his face using his fan when Binghe entered the room, also crying, immediately hugging him by his waist.

They would be fine, their post canon struggles were mostly harmless anyway. They would find the cure for the flower, ignore all this mess and move on.

And then he would erase any thoughts of calling Shang Qinghua "father in law" from his mind.

Yes, good plan.

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Hope you like it! :D

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Like father, like son...

[gcddamnvampirea]

@kizhavvorsa gets a lil drabble for the babies

"What the fuck did you do?"

Those were the first words that broke the silence after they all watched Dany pack up her things and leave. Ezra had sat there in surprise, wondering where she could have possibly be going but knowing he had no right to ask. He was still staring at the closed elevator door, feeling guilty over what he had done, though he was still trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing. He reminded himself again and again of the words his family had spoken to him only a week ago. Even his mother, though she'd never really been a part of his life, had found it laughable that he was dating someone. Like everyone at his reunion had thought, they all assumed he must have been paying her for her time — because why else would she be with him?

It took a second to look away from where she'd just left, gaze drifting across the disapproving faces of his coworkers as he searched for who had spoken. Their expressions ranged from confusion to disapproving — though Missandei looked as though she was ready to throw a chair at his face. He finally looked over at Chris, who had reemerged from his office, a frown on his face.

"What are you talking about?" Ezra asked, feigning ignorance. They still hadn't told the office about their relationship and it wasn't any of their business anyway. Though he supposed that the actions that had just occurred would have eluded to something happening between them.

It was Missandei who spoke again, storming over to him and smacking him in the back of the head. "You moron," she snapped. "Do you realize what you've just done? You've just destroyed that poor girl and for what? To keep your options open?"

There was a soft gasp that came from somewhere but Ezra ignored it, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him. "It's not like that," he muttered, frowning.

"Then what is it like?" Chris asked, crossing his arms. "Because it's been clear as day that the two of you have been in love with each other for weeks. So I repeat my question, what did you do?"

"I — " He looked around like he was expecting one of his other coworkers like he was expecting one of them to save him, but they all looked as disapproving as Chris and Missandei did. He had no idea what to say, but surely he didn't need to explain his actions to them. It was none of their business. Besides, this was what was best for her. "Look, I'm doing her a favor. She'll realize that I'm not good enough for her eventually and get over me."

Missandei hit him again.

"Goddammit. What was that for?"

"I always thought you were smart but you've just proven that you're a fucking idiot," she hissed. "I have no idea what kind of insecurities you have or what's been going through that thick head of yours, but you don't get to decide what's good enough for someone. She does, and she chose you. She fell in love with you. And now not only did you throw it all away, but you broke her heart. I'm afraid she'll never recover."

He let her words sink in, not sure what to say. Had he really made a huge mistake? Had he let his family twist the truth and make him think that he was worthless? A realization dawned on him them. Why did he ever listen to them anyway? They were barely a part of his life. They never got to know him, they didn't know the type of person he was. But Dany did. She knew him better than anyone else and Missandei was right. Why hadn't he believed it when she confessed her feelings for him?

Now what the hell was he going to do?

Before he could say anything, Chris spoke again. "Dude, I have no idea how you're going to fix this but you'd better fucking try. I've seen the look in your eyes, I know you love her too."

There was a beat of silence before Ezra got to his feet. "I need to go." He saw his boss emerge from his office and watched as he nodded his head, silently giving him the permission he needed. Ezra had no idea what he was going to do, how he could possibly gain her forgiveness, but Chris was right. He had to try. Fuck, why did he always do shit like this? What was wrong with him?

"She's going to London," he heard Missandei say as he began to gather his things. Turning his head, he watched her scribble something onto a piece of paper and hand it to him. An address. "You'd better grovel. Hands and knees, the whole nine yards. And I still don't even know it that will be enough."

Ezra nodded in thanks, taking the paper and tucking it in his pocket. Chris gave him a pat on the shoulder as he passed and headed to the elevator, trying to figure out how in the world he was going to get the love of his life back.