#i can hope and try to keep hitting that bar but i'm also ready to move on

[studentbyday]

for the first time ever i left an exam unsure of an answer, found out i was wrong upon googling, and just said to myself, “oh well. i did my best under the circumstances,” those circumstances being on a time crunch (during review and during exam) and burnt out. i know i didn't fail, and i still have my hopes up (relatively speaking) for a pretty decent grade 😅 but i feel as if i have nothing left to prove. there is only the quiet satisfaction of knowing i did the best i could under the circumstances and the freedom of feeling able to move on.

is this a sign of growth or have i found myself on a slippery slope to mediocrity? 😅

we shall see... 🙃

[inlovewithgreta]

Hey!! If you’re taking requests, I’d love to request an Addison Montgomery x reader fic, where Addison gets home after a long day and reader lets Addison ‘use her’ for stress relief

Heyy anon!! I absolutely am taking requests so thank you so so much for stopping by to request this! I am so sorry for the long wait, I’m always busy at work plus haven’t had the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written! Have a nice day!! 🩷

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Use Me — Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Summary: Read request above!

Warnings: degradation, praise, mommy kink, spanking, spreader bar

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @aemilia19 @wandsmxmff @maybe-a-humanbean

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"What's your safe word?" You were asked by the older woman straddling your hips.

"Pineapple," you shakily responded, slightly squirming your body in anticipation.

"Good. Remember that. Now bend over mommy's lap." She patted her tanned and toned thighs.

You bowed your head in submission before hurling yourself over the redheads lap with your ass lifted ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You're my little plaything tonight. My little stress reliever. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy until I feel better." Her cold hand found the cheek of your ass, and it took everything in you to deny the shiver that attempted to take over your body.

A hiss escaped your throat when the spanking first started, the sharp sting hitting you every few seconds that was followed by a small soothing rub to ease a bit of the tension.

Addison let out a loud sigh, allowing herself to let all of her stress out on you. Not that you cared, you would do anything for her. Anything for the woman who stole your heart.

You took spank after spank, allowing your body to be in complete submission to the older woman. You knew how much she needed this today. How stressed she was all day at work with little to no time to let herself relax.

That was, until the two of you got home and you told her to take her stress out on you. After all, you would rather it be on you and your body over her sharp words cutting into the brand new interns.

"You can be rougher with me, mommy." You whispered out to her with a small wiggle of your ass that had the redhead squeeze it tighter.

Even though you had a safe word, Addison still made sure to not get too carried away. After all, this wasn't just for her.. she still wanted to make sure it felt good for you. And it definitely did.

"Is that so?" She raised a brow that you couldn't see. "Is my sweet girl ready for me to let it all out on this pretty little body?"

"Yes, mommy. Please.." you tried to urge the woman on, "Use me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours.. all yours."

Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling you up from her lap so you could face her. She admired the way your cheeks were already covered in a blush and she had barely even started with you.

"Then be my good little girl and lay down on the bed. Mommy knows exactly what she's going to do with you." She scrunched her nose with a sadistic smile and gave you a wink before letting you go, watching admirably as you scrambled onto the bed without hesitation.

Your head fell against the plush pillow while your eyes followed the fiery locks of your lover as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The dimly lit room was where the redhead left her special toys.

Toys she loved to use on you. Only you.

And the specific toy she brought out tonight was new. She figured now would be the best time to try it out and test your limits.

Your eyes widened when you realized what she had brought out with her. A spreader bar. A bar that would not only help hold your legs open, but to also keep them from closing. Something you often did when the woman made you come.

"That's right, mommy's got a brand new toy." She ran a hand down the long metal rod in a seductive manner before stopping at the edge of the bed.

You gasped when she pulled you towards the end of the bed by your ankle. She slid one into position, locking it into place on the bar before doing the same to the other.

"Safe word?" She asked once again.

"Pineapple," you answered.

She smiled deviously before pulling on the bar to spread your legs just a notch farther apart. "That's my good girl.. always my good girl." She cooed as she slid the bar again, spreading your legs as far as she knew you could go.

The redhead licked her lips slowly as her eyes scanned the glistening mess between your legs before bringing her lips to place wet kisses in a firm line up your leg.

"So perfect.." she mumbled between kisses, wasting no more time before swirling her tongue around your aching clit.

"Yesss," you whispered out.

Your body was tense as she started, your body unfamiliar with the restricted amount of movement you could make. You were pinned. Spread out. Completely exposed to your lover who lavished your cunt with meticulous strokes.

"Mmm, Addison." Green eyes glanced up at you, completely hooded and glazed over, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips at the look.

Your fingers found her fiery locks, twisting and curling into her tight waves to keep her close to you. Her speed only increased with your movements, using her lips and tongue to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Close. So close." The redhead chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit that had your free hand clutching desperately at the soft sheets beneath you.

Addison's nails dug into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped indents into your flesh for her to enjoy looking at later.

Your head fell back, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through your body. Addison loved hearing every little sound you made, knowing she was the only one who could make those sinful noises come from you.

Once your legs shook and spasmed around her, she knew you were at your most sensitive, and took it upon herself to truly test just how much you could truly take.

"Such a good little toy you're being for mommy, letting me devour this sweet little pussy to make me feel better." She licked her bottom lip that glistened from your wetness.

"But it's not enough, I don't think mommy has had her fill yet," she smirked.

A surprised gasp escaped your throat when her hands returned to the bar and forcefully flipped you over and onto your stomach. Your body wasn't flat for long, as a moment later, your ass lifted high into the air when she bent your knees for you.

Your cheek was warm against the sheet, completely contrasting the colder air your lifted ass felt. But, chills ran through your body when a finger made contact with your upper back, tracing your spine down your body that forced your back to arch at the subtle touch.

"My gorgeous girl," the older woman cooed.

Her hand reached your ass once more, admiring the slightly crimson tint that was left from her previous spanking endeavors.

"Addison!" you whined out when a sharp slap hit the sensitive cheek of your ass.

It wasn't long before each cheek grew a shade darker as she spanked you roughly, each sharp slap burying your face deeper into the mattress and your body to jolt forward.

She was relentless with her movements, eagerly shoving two fingers into your tight cunt and forcing a hearty moan to reverberate off the walls around you.

"Oh, god!"

"You like that, babygirl?"

"Yes, mommy!" Your pussy fluttered around her slender digits that were thrusting dominantly inside of you.

She pressed her thumb against your button, rubbing your sensitive bud that had you screaming out the fiery redhead's name over and over again.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, little one, mommy didn't plan on it. I need this just as much as you do," she said.

Addison brought her lips to your ass, biting the tender skin that sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body as her teeth pinched into your skin. Your pleas for her to do it again wouldn't dare be denied by your lover as she found a fresh spot on your cheek to leave another mark that was sure to bruise later.

The curve of her fingers and her relentless pounding had you spewing the most obscene phrases as you came around her fingers. Your body quivered, Addison holding you firmly by your hip to keep you from falling over.

"That's it, babygirl. You did so good for me." She cooed as her fingers slowed, your pussy tightening around her fingers making it harder for her to continue moving. "Took my fingers like the good girl I know you are."

You whined when you suddenly felt empty, while Addison sucked her fingers clean and admired the way your ass was covered in the most prettiest shade of crimson she had ever seen.

Your legs nearly buckled when the redhead released you from the spreader bar, the soreness from the longevity of your endeavors becoming prominent as you fell against the mattress.

"Aww, you poor thing." The metal bar clanked as Addison dropped it to the floor to focus solely on you. "Would my sweet girl like a bath?" she asked, pushing your hair away from your face to examine your flushed state.

"Mhm," you mumbled quietly with tired hooded eyes and a blissed out state of mind.

Addison smiled softly in response, her demeanor completely changing from stressed to loving at your tired state. Did she really fuck you that hard? She had never imagined you would take what she gave like a champ.

Of course she worried she would take it too far to cause your safe word to be used, but the adoration on your face as she took care of you in the bath afterwards gave her the comfort she was looking for.

And to her surprise, you would let her do it again, whenever she needed a bit of stress relief and you wanted a good fucking. It was truly a win-win for both of you.

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[mykmi]

gym himbo

summary: some guy at the gym keeps fooling around and showing off every time he sees you around, so you two make a bet. genre: crack, fluff pairing: gym himbo!beomgyu x gn!reader warnings: none? tell me if there's anything!! a/n: this is just a small very light fluff, just for fun ;))) AND i am so grateful for all the responses to my latest post (headcanons) so i want to thank everyone for the support! i'm trying to catch up and post as much as i can, i hope i don't make you wait :((

the gym was unusually full - it's the first time you've gone to the gym this lately, almost 10 p.m. too many things were going on, so today you couldn't go any earlier. the squeaks of trainers, the sound of bars falling to the floor, and the frequent screams of some bodybuilders lifting extreme weights were filling the gym, but it was all muffled through your earphones.

you were on a break, scrolling through your phone and listening to a playlist nonstop. and suddenly, you hear a muffled voice near you and notice someone in the corner of your eye. you look up and see beomgyu, with his sleeveless t-shirt and long dark hair. he's grinning at you, waiting for your reaction probably, but you haven't heard any word.

“what?” you take out your earphone, breathing heavily. he leans in a bit closer and repeats:

“i've won the bet today, so i've won your number as a prize”, he smiles once again.

beomgyu's been hitting on you for two weeks now, and it's not like you turned him down. you were sometimes flirting and staring back at him, just for fun. he's been trying to show off and make some stupid jokes to get your attention every time he's seen you around. but you weren't sure about how serious he was, so you didn't want to actually give him the green light to ask you out on a date.

but now as there was a pretty obvious chemistry between you two, you couldn't deny that you also felt attracted to him. he was tall, broad, and handsome. moreover, he made you laugh so often like he knew exactly what to say. so you decided to spice things up and after the latest try of him getting your number you offered to make a bet - if beomgyu does the bench press with 30 lbs more than usual, you would give him your number.

beomgyu was standing still, waiting patiently.

“i didn't see it though”

he chucked at your response, and after a short pause, continued:

“then let's go and i'll show you”, he insisted and went to another section with many barbells. you followed him, greeting his gym buddies - taehyun and yeonjun, with whom you exchanged some jokes and news occasionally.

beomgyu used some sports chalk and started to get ready to lift the bar. and after a while, he laid down on a bench, breathing with his chest, and placed his hands on a barbell. taehyun went to insure him and positioned himself next to beomgyu's head.

and he did the bench press. three times, actually, just to shock you even more. you were in awe, to say the least. so little time has passed, how could he catch up so fast? beomgyu stood up, energized as hell, sweat dripping from his forehead, and came right to you.

“are you convinced now?”, he laughed at your surprised expression. you gulped and said:

“yes”, and he smiled, panting heavily. “so, can i get your number, please?” he babbled, almost not getting the words right.

“yes, you can”, you chuckled at his misty-eyed gaze. “give me your phone”

he rushed to the side, took his phone, unlocked it, opened the contacts, and handed the device to you. he watched you with the biggest grin on his face as you saved your own number in his phone and turned to his friends, silently throwing his fists to the air as a way of celebration. they quietly hyped him up.

“here, take it”, you give his phone back and smile at him.

as you were ready to leave, beomgyu blurted out:

“can we go on a date tomorrow?”

and that's where the fun started.

✉ thank you for reading ✉

[min4yu]

missed feelings • jeon wonwoo

nonidol!wonwoo x best friend!reader - warnings: fluff, oblivious!reader, simp!oblivious!wonwoo, other idols will be mentioned, a few suggestive touches, light smut is mentioned so minors DNI - synopsis: this guy is head over heels for his best friend. he's always there for her, supporting her through thick and thin. but, there's a twist. she has no idea about his feelings. he tries to drop hints and do sweet things, but she just sees him as a friend. will he ever gather the courage to confess his love? will she realize her true feelings? - wc: 1.5k - masterlist

a/n: this is my first long fic! i hope you guys enjoy! it's not the best but i hope to improve in the future! this is not proofread either! i know this is very rushed but i do hope to get better so please be patient! also thank you for 50 followers! stay tuned and feel free to send some asks! much love >.< !

you and wonwoo had met through your communications class in your college, years ago. you two never spoke to each other until you were partnered up to work on a project.

he was always quiet, focusing on photography. you only spoke when spoken too, focusing on art.

now here you are; mid twenties and at a bar with a few of your friends. you two weren't the party type, only coming to keep each other company. you had only been there for a few hours, watching the people dance around you. wonwoo had walked up to you, seeing you alone watching everyone.

"not enjoying yourself?" he yelled over the loud music. you shook your head no. "it's not really my cup of tea!" he chuckled at your response. he always laughed at your silly jokes. most of the time the jokes wouldn't even funny.

"wanna go back to my place?" you nodded at his words. "let me say goodbye to my friends then we can head out!" you departed from him for a minute before walking over to your friends karina and giselle, giving them a quick hug. "i'm heading out with wonwoo! please get home safely!"

the girls held onto you, giggling drunkenly, karina speaking first. "we will girly! go get your man!" you dismissed her words before waving goodbye.

you walked up to the bar entrance where wonwoo waited for you. "ready to go?" you smiled before walking out of the bar, being hit with a fresh breeze, "it feels great out here."

wonwoo nodded in response, his gazing shifting to your features. he couldn't help but notice the subtle relief in your face since you exited the bar. his eyes gazed from your lips, your face, your hair, your outfit, making his way back up to your eyes. you turned to face wonwoo again, completely missing his eyes on you.

"let's go back to my place, hm?" he half-smiled at your words before you both got into your car and you began driving.

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you and wonwoo arrived at your apartment not long ago, the both of you sitting in the living room chatting about things going on in each others lives.

you took a sip of your drink before speaking, "what's your love life looking like?" he almost choked on his own drink.

"well- ahem- there's this girl that i've liked; for years now. every time i try to make a move of some sort, she never notices, like ever. i would try to be as obvious as possible but i guess she doesn't feel the same?", he spoke. you stared at him, feeling sorry about his situation and frustrated with the girl. it was you.

"how dare she?! you're literally the best person to know! you're so sweet, you're caring, you even laugh at my non funny jokes so what is not to notice? you're a good friend to me so i'm sure you'll be a great boyfriend to her!"

friend. a good friend. he let your words sink in, almost feeling a pang in his heart of frustration, confusion, and so many more things. he just nodded along with what you were saying. his thoughts were getting the best of him as you spoke. it's you! how can he be anymore visible with his feelings? you're all he wants and you can't even take the signs that he wants you!

"what's your love live like?", he asked the same question, putting his drink down to have his full attention on you. "i don't know really. i liked this one guy back when we were in college but we stopped talking. he was kind of a prick if you ask me. there's someone else i like but i'm sure he's going to get a girlfriend soon." it was him.

you and wonwoo talked for a bit before you decided to watch a movie to end your late night, settling on the new movie inside out 2.

you moved closer to wonwoo, cuddling into his side before resting your head on his chest. he played with your hair, trying to focus on the movie that was playing. he could lie and say that he wasn't phase by you laying on his chest, but his breathing and subtle tent in his pants would say otherwise.

as the movie came to an end, you sat up from his chest and stretched, "it was so good! i'm so happy that they decided to make a second movie because i think everyone needed a part two."

he nodded at you before standing up, pulling out his phone to place an uber for his departure. "i'll be out of here soon, my uber is on his way." realistically, he didn't want to leave you. he wanted to stay, laying beside you in your bed, holding you, kissing you, fucking you.

you gave him a hug before he left. "get home safe wonwoo. text me." he hugged you back tighter, speaking into your ear with an almost husky voice, "will do." with that, he walked to the uber with a hard-on and a mind telling him to go back and confess.

a few days later, you called wonwoo crying when your date stood you up, leaving you outside of the fancy restaurant with your pretty white dress and heels.

"hey pretty, what's the matter?" his voice was smooth like chocolate, making you sniffle. he would hate to admit it but the sound of your cries turned him on.

"he stood me up! he left me out here and made me look like a dumbass!" you've gone on countless dates, trying to get wonwoo out of your mind. the only thing that plagued your mind nowadays was wonwoo. his touch. his voice. the thought of what his dick looked like.

"i'll come get you. just send me your address and i'll be on the way. stay somewhere safe," he said as he grabbed his car keys before heading out to his car. you followed his directions; going somewhere safe and sending the address before hanging up on him.

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around ten minutes later, he pulled up outside of the restaurant, honking his horn. you came out with dried tears on your face, your purse and phone in hand before opening the door and taking a seat on the passenger side. you turned to look at wonwoo. "thank you."

he nodded, taking his thumbs to wipe your tears. "don't cry. he was probably a douche bag anyway. let me take you to my place, hm?" you leaned into his touch before nodding. you sat straight in the seat, pulling down the visor to observe yourself. "i look a mess."

he smiled as he pulled off. "you look anything less than a mess y/n." you heart skipped a beat at his words, his doing the same, yet neither of you knew.

he drove you both to his apartment, small talk on the way there. he noticed the way your fingers played with your rings. he noticed the way you fiddled with the necklace on your neck. he noticed everything little detail about you and didn't have the guts to tell you how he really felt. but today would be the day. your shitty hookup left you behind at a restaurant, all dolled up just for him not to show.

today was the day he makes his move.

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you both arrived to his apartment, now sitting on the couch. you faced wonwoo and he faced you.

you took in every details on his face. his eyes, his lips, his nose, him. everything you wanted in a guy, right in front of you. but don't think he didn't do the same; he took in your everything.

he took your hand in his before speaking. "y/n, can i tell you something? and when i tell you this, promise me you won't look at me any differently?" you nodded, gesturing for him to continue. "you were the girl i talked about when we had came back from the bar. i never said anything because i'm positive you don't feel the same way, and that's okay! i just wanted to tell you before you actually got into a relationship but i-"

you cut him off with a simple kiss to his lips, his hands immediately going to your face, cupping your cheeks. you pulled back slightly before speaking, "you were the guy i spoke about."

that's all he needed to hear before you both kissed again. both of your hands were moving quickly; taking over clothes, trying to savor each others touch, everything you've both completely missed.

when you both pulled back for air, you were both left in your undergarments, breathing heavily. everything you both missed in front of your eyes.

you climbed onto of his hips, leaning in to kiss him again. he spoke between each kiss, almost feeling like it was a dream. "need you... right now... waited so damn long."

you moved his underwear down his hips, him doing the same for you before you sunk down onto his cock, both of you whining out in pleasure. you didn't move just yet before you spoke. "please wonwoo.... no more waiting."

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[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

The fun continues with three currently airing gems, a new show entering the fray, and an animated story so good I am reading a manga to keep up with it. Four of these are on Gaga and one is coming to us via fan sub. Jump on in to the weekly watch, we're having so much fun and not feeling at all overwhelmed by the deluge of amazing content! *chuckles nervously*

Takara's Treasure

I continue to love this quiet little show. This week I desperately wanted someone, anyone, to answer Taishin's earnest questions. He is doing his best to figure this out but no one is helping him! I like that despite wanting him to figure out his feelings for himself, Takara continues to reach out to Taishin to let him know his attention is welcome. This week we also met Emiri, an instant fav who taught Taishin all about stanning. I appreciate that this show joined other recent jbls in making a clear distinction between being a stan and being in love. Real love is not fanaticism, and the former is what Takara seems to want from Taishin--once he's ready.

I Hear the Sunspot

Ugh this show just gets me right in the heart. As I hoped, we got to sit with Taichi this episode as he worked through his confusion and worry about Kohei. It makes sense for Kohei to back off in the wake of his ignored confession, and it also makes sense that Taichi didn't hear him (metaphorically). And even after having it repeated in a way he can't misunderstand, he still doesn't know what to do with it. He just knows he likes Kohei and wants to be around him, and he seems okay with just leaving it at that for now. I loved, too, that we got to spend time with Kohei as he's coping with his worsening condition and get to know his mother, who is a delightful person who loves Taichi just as much as her son does. I'm so glad we are getting to see this story told properly in full in such a great adaptation.

Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko

Finally, the truth!!! Ayaka is a menace and Hiroko is fighting for her life. Like hanging out with a niece, my ass! Most of the office misinterpreting Ayaka's behavior as crushing on Yuya instead of Hiroko continues to be hilarious, as are all Hiroko's friends trying to push her to cross the line. I was sad to learn that Risa has her own unrequited love going on; I want all the girls to end this story happily! I did love their conversation about identity, and that the show gave some space for Ayaka to consider whether lesbian is the right label for her. Checking out the lesbian bar together was a great way to test things out, and I was dying at the other girls hitting on Ayaka. Can't wait to see what happens next now that Hiroko has no more denial to cling to.

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Shoutout to @isaksbestpillow for picking this show up, because it’s an instant fav! Ishida and Mitsuya are fantastic characters, and man are they GAY. This is a food drama and a story of queer men of different generations seeing something unexpected in each other and forming a surprising bond. I was pleasantly surprised by how immediately the attraction and sexual tension arrived in this story, and I want to know so much more about Mitsuya and why he seems to be holding a desperate sadness alongside all his wisdom about life. Very excited to see these two nourish each other. You can find Sirii’s subs here.

Twilight Out of Focus

I don't watch anime (do not @ me, many have tried), but @bengiyo liked the story for this one enough that he told me I can’t skip it, so I am reading the manga along with the show. And I gotta say, I loved this first story with Mao and Hisashi (this is a multi couple series so not sure how the next one will go). Ben is on vacay so I'm tagging @twig-tea to talk about the episode that aired this week.

[defilerwyrm]

I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Hiii, hope you're doing well.

We've really really missed you’re writing please tell me there's more projects you're working on?

No pressure ofc, i just missed your writing

Hope you're okay x🫶🏻

Thank you for the kindness, I have been in serious need of it lately.

I promise that I have missed you all so, so much just as much as you have missed me. Life has just gotten in the way of so much and it has made things difficult for me. Not gonna make excuses because that isn't me. I also promise that I have not stopped writing though, it's just been a hell of a lot slower than it was.

I have several projects coming down the line, I am just trying to kind of have a few things ready before I start posting so that I can set up a more steady flow of work. Cause if you think I'm going anywhere, you're wrong. I am still wanting to make all our Simon Riley fantasies come true.

So, how about a little excerpt from a piece that I'm working on to tantalize?

This is from a fic that will be titled: Closing Time. It's a friends to lovers piece and this is the moment that everything goes down.

Those full lips of his ghost themselves over your own until the proximity makes you tremble from the seduction and your eyes flutter shut a moment as let yourself succumb to the anticipation of when exactly he will break the distance. He waits on baited breath until your eyes slowly flit back open and your gaze meets his before he finishes his thought. “I wanna make ya mine so fuckin’ bad, luv.”

A smile crosses over your mouth as you hold his longing stare. You know he’s giving you an out, a way to step away if this isn’t really what you want, but from the moment your lips met back at the bar, there was no turning from this. “Then what are you waiting for?” you ask in the softest whisper as you can almost taste his breath from the proximity.

You hear the deep breath he intakes before all at once he leans into you in a frenzy, not able to hold back that overwhelming tension for another second. The grip from his large hand palming through your hair is strong and keeps your head safe as he shoves you both into the wall, his firm torso pressing tightly into your curves as the brunt of his need and months of pent up longing is forced upon your lips with a feverish intensity that makes you instantly lose yourself as explosions like fireworks light up inside your mind.

Over and over he captures your mouth with aggression until your lips start to burn from the friction the harder he presses into them. You try to draw in air, but his frenzied advances on your mouth makes it almost impossible to breathe; still, you wouldn’t let him pull away even if he tried. The sparse dusting of brown stumble along his jaw pricks your cheeks and the skin around your mouth as the taste of the whiskey that he had just downed for courage floods the inside of your mouth from his breath and it hits your tongue with its sharp bite.

Your own hands decide they need to explore the man currently devouring your lips and you run up the back of his muscular neck to the bottom of his mask only for your fingertips to be met with cropped hair at the back of his head. The feeling of your fingers brushing over the short strands near the nape of his neck makes him shiver as the pleasure of the act snakes down his spine and you sigh into his mouth.

Lt. Riley is completely and utterly captivated by you…and he needs more.

Stay tuned my dears because we have got some good things coming. You can count on it!

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo

The dad Fyodor anon

Descending from the sky with a request on this fine…. Well it’s night technically but

Ok you get it

You said you write modern AU’s

I have a few in my brain but rn I’m gonna go with the clearest one

You know the kind of stuff I always request

How about Dazai modern au as a young father?

Just him being young (maybe like early 20’s or 19 or something but young, you can pick) and he has a partner. But his partner had become pregnant unexpectedly. And after a really rough and confusing 6 or 7 months, they eventually settle on staying together and his partner wanting to see the pregnancy through (tho they don’t know if they’re gonna keep the child)

Tho ultimately, when the child is born, and Dazai gets to actually hold them, it’s different. And they do decide to keep the child

So basically that happening and Dazai trying to get his life on track so he’s not an absolutely awful father

You can choose if the port mafia is still a thing in this or not if you want more drama

And if Dazai is trying to either get out or work more to be more responsible

And if he turns to Oda for help. And if he was originally considering asking Oda to raise the child because he’s afraid he couldn’t

Essentially just young dad Dazai trying his best

Btw if you’re interested in other kinds of AU requests just lemme know. And maybe I got some Fyodor ones in my brain….. 👀

Happy late holidays friend

“We are Young and We Don't Care ♡⁠˖” - Dad!Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Minimally proofread, Modern AU, reader is afab but gender neutral

Description; Dazai accidentally knocked up his partner, and even hours before the kid is born it's still a mystery whether or not him and his partner will keep it. But things can change, even within seconds.

A/n; Welcome back!!! This ask is cute, I hope I did it justice! Also feel free to drop the new Fyodor ideas ASAP please and thank you 😞🙏💯 Happy late holidays!!

★ Dazais immediate first thought would be to hand over the child to Oda, unsure of his fatherly abilities

★ The reality of fatherhood actually hits him when he holds the baby for the first time and he sobs.

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D/n - Daughters Name

Dazai sat at the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass around. Oda sat next to him, fidgeting with a scrap of paper he found in his pocket earlier that day. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" He asks Dazai with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're runnin' from responsibility again." Oda says, only half serious. Dazai sighs and chuckles quietly, turning to look at Oda. "You know me really well. My partner is pregnant, and I wanted to know if you could..." He trails off at the end, feeling a bit of guilt weighing on his heart. "Take it?" Oda finishes Dazais sentence, being met with a nod from the brunette man. "Yeah. I don't think that I'm ready to be a father, and I'm not leaving my partner, that would be shitty." His gaze wanders towards the windows, the sills covered in a thin veil of glistening snow while flakes fall from the clouds overhead.

"And why is that?" Oda turns his body to face his companion better while resting his head against his fist. "C'mon, you know I'm just not father material. I don't know how to take care of a kid, nor do I know how to bond with it." He tells. His right hand rests on his knee while the other grasps the short whiskey glass by the rim, the orange light from the candles cascading an incandescent glow onto his skin. His cheeks and nose are still slightly red from being exposed to the cold, winter chill of the dark city even though he had gotten inside five minutes ago. "You just sound unwilling to learn, if you ask me." Oda replies. His hand moves from his cheek to run his fingers through his shirt, ginger hair while his statement makes Dazai reflect for a moment. "I don't think I'm able to learn." Oda shakes his head immediately. "You're always able to learn. You just don't want to. I can teach you how to take care of a child, even if you'd still rather hand it over to me." He says, his stubble slightly pricking the back of his hand before he takes a sip of his drink. Dazai sighs with his shoulders slumped, but he eventually nods in agreement. His stubborn personality has a tendency to soften whenever it came to Oda.

Oda started giving Dazai lessons whenever he was able to on how to deal with children, especially newborns. He taught Dazai how to how to hold them correctly and how to swaddle them, amongst many other essential skills for having a child. It took Dazai a couple hundred tries to get the swaddling down, but he was a natural at the multi-tasking part. He could carry around one of Oda's kids in one arm and make a bottle with the other without problem. He was also pretty good with making children laugh, even without trying. Oda taught him how to bathe and change a newborn and told him when the child could have things other than formula or breast milk. He was doing a real good job at shaping Dazai up into a, at the very least, prepared father. Although with these acquired skills, he still had his doubts and second thoughts.

Even as he's sitting in the hospital room with you and all the medical staff, his stomach continues to turn with indecision. He's stuck in a daydream, to keep the child or not to keep the child, that was his only question in the moment. He was so far gone that he barely registered the sound of cries coming from the newborn, but when he did he immediately snapped back into reality. His eyes darted around the room looking for the baby until they landed on her, laying on your chest. Your smile was contagious and Dazai couldn't help but unexpectedly choke up at the sight of the baby. The way you softly shushed her and pet her head made his heart swell. He immediately stood up and reached over to caress her as well, biting back his tears of happiness. He didn't understand how something he considered giving away made him feel this way, so happy.

When the nurses took the baby for the physical assessment, he frowned and reached for your hand. "We're keeping her, I don't want to give her way." Dazai says to you, kissing your forehead. "You did so good." He mumbles against your skin. You thank him and lean back, exhaustion overcoming you. "Good, I'm happy you want to keep her, too." A small smile makes its way to your face. He returns it and stands with you while you wait for the nurses to bring the little girl back. His hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. His eyes light up like no other when he sees the nurse bring your baby back and he almost immediately reaches his arms out to pick her up and take her. His breath hitches and he stares at her sleeping form, unaware of the tears in his eyes until one falls down his face and onto d/n's baby blanket. He bites his lip once again, making them all the rosier as he sniffles and leans down to kiss her forehead.

The sight makes your heart flutter; you really did think Dazai would want to give her away, but he clearly changed his mind. An even bigger smile creeps onto your face when you hear him whispering to her, his dark brown bangs falling infront of his face. "I love you so much! I'm so glad to have you here, you're gonna be daddy's little partner in crime, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle with happiness. You knew neither you nor Dazai would be the perfect parents, but he really seemed like he was gonna try his damnedest for you; for your daughter.

[luvhughes43]

devil i know | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist - luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

note: this is part 2 to nostalgia

summary: trevor finds out yn is engaged, and things escalate

lyrics: "i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget"

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold. hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

word count: 2.4k

you haven't seen, talked, or checked any of Trevors socials in a while. you moved on. you were engaged to a nice man, and you dutifully accepted his promises of forever. 

your fiance wasn’t like Trevor at all. he was home all the time, he didn’t prioritize anything above you, and you knew he wouldn’t just leave you as soon as he got his dream offered to him. but he also wasn’t the good parts of Trevor either. he didn’t try hard to make you laugh, he didn’t shout out his i love yous for all your friends to hear, and worst of all, he didn’t make you feel those butterflies that everyone tells you to watch out for. you knew you were supposed to go for the guy that makes you feel calm, like your fiance. but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want those butterflies that only Trevor could make you feel back.

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Trevor wasn’t going to lie, he did keep some tabs on you. although he didn’t follow you on instagram anymore, his friends did and when there was a major life update they’d update him. It all started with them updating him on your wellbeing, knowing that Trevor was upset with how he broke things off. 

but you knew better. you shouldn’t have messaged him back, especially with your fiance laying asleep right next to you.

Instagram dms

trevorzegras Hey yn… I know it's been awhile but I just wanted to check up on you

y/nuser why? It's been years…

trevorzegras I've just been thinking a lot about us lately

trevorzegras I’m really sorry about how I handled things. I should've tried harder for us

y/nuser you didn't try at all. you literally broke up with me and kicked me out. we didn't even have a proper talk about it.

trevorzegras I know and that’s all on me. I’m sorry

…

trevorzegras Can I see you?

you shouldn’t have opened the first message, but you definitely shouldn’t have responded. And now here you were, debating on whether or not you should go see Trevor. A man you haven't seen in years… your dms with Trevor still lit up your screen, providing you with the light to see the man sleeping peacefully next to you. 

…

y/nuser when would you be able to meet up?

trevorzegras Are you still living in michigan?

y/nuser yes. i live about 40 minutes from the lake house

trevorzegras I can be in mich by the beginning of May

y/nuser I’ll see you then

i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget

“what are we having for dinner?” your fiance asked as he thumped down the staircase. you were fixing your makeup in the living room mirror, getting ready to go meet up with someone you shouldn't. 

“i'm going out, remember?” you asked, turning around so you could fully face your fiance.

“uh, right. with the girls?” he questioned. 

“yeah. we’re going to go hit the bars so i might be home late. You don't have to wait up,” you turned back to the mirror, capping your tube of lipstick and moving on to scrutinise your hair. Trevor always told you he liked it up, so you grabbed an elastic and tried to figure out a style you could quickly do. 

“right. well maybe I'll just order take out or something?” his statement took on a questioning tone and you lightly sighed. 

“yeah that sounds like fun. maybe you can finish that show we’re watching, what's it called again?” you said flippantly, hoping to find something that could distract him from asking too many questions. although you knew there was nothing for him to question you about (it wasn’t unusual for you to go out with your friends) it felt different this time knowing who you were going to meet up with. 

“The White Lotus?” he supplied, but then quickly added “it’s not the same without you. it’d be traitorous to watch without you”. you cringed at the word traitorous but quickly covered it up as you knew he could see your reflection from the mirror.

“maybe you could start a new show?” you stated in a lighter tone “you can tell me all about it when I get back,” you turned around smiling at your fiance. he smiled back and moved over to the couch to find something on the tv. he seemed pleased for the moment and so you decided to make your escape.

“I’ll see you later,” you waved to him from the front door as you gathered the rest of your belongings needed for the trip. 

“no kiss goodbye?” he pouted, causing you to smile. 

“goodbye” you teased, dragging the last syllable out for emphasis. “bye!” he shouted as you shut the door behind you. 

the drive was short, and soon enough you were standing outside of Trevors rental house, unsure of whether or not you should go through with meeting him. you were convinced earlier that you should, but with the deception of your fiance… you felt guilty for what you were about to do.

Trevor opened the door, giving you no more time to question and let yourself be consumed by the fresh waves of guilt washing over you. 

the first thing you noticed when you saw Trevor was his smile. you don’t know what you expected, but he looked the same. he was more grown up of course, but seeing him ignited everything you ever felt for him inside of you. you felt the pain, the heartbreak, and of course the longing and loving that came with being so close to him for so many years. 

“do you want to come in?” Trevor asked in a low tone, momentarily startling you. you nodded in response, and he moved aside to let you in. closing the door shut behind you.

you spent most of the time just talking on his couch. you had gotten the tense apology out of the way, and you couldn’t believe how quickly you were forgiving him. 

“I just think it’s interesting how now-” Trevor leaned over mid sentence, cutting you off with his lips on your own. you didn't pull back, but you didn’t react either, letting Trevor decide how things would go. he pulled away slightly, a soft apology leaving his lips but you couldn’t hear anything.

lust and longing clouded your vision as you pulled him back to you, arm slung around his shoulders as the other lightly caressed his jaw. as soon as you kissed him you started remembering just how Trevor felt before, how often you two would be in situations just like this… how much you had missed him when he left. 

you woke up in the morning in the airbnb bed. 

“good morning” Trevor said lightly as he brushed one of his hands along your hair that was now out of its updo. 

“good morning,” you whispered back as you sat up in bed taking in your surroundings. yours and Trevors clothes were strewn around the room. your body felt on fire once you came to recollect last night's events.

fiance💍🤍: You haven't texted me an update

fiance💍🤍: Are you staying the night with one of the girls?

fiance💍🤍: Message me when you wake up. I love you

you shut your phone back off and groaned. 

“Is that your…” Trevor started but trailed off, becoming aware of what you both have just done the night before.

“my fiance? yeah…” the two of you said nothing, looking away from each other and the mess that littered the bedroom floor.

you quickly got up and ready. 

“please don’t go,” Trevor pleaded as you stood in the entry with one hand on the doorknob. you quickly dropped your hand. 

“i can’t stay Trev i have a fiance at home and-”

“leave him. just stay with me, please” he pleaded, reaching out a hand to grip yours. you didn’t push him away.

there was a brief silence, “tell me i’m the one you can’t forget” you cut through it. 

“what?” Trevor asked in shock, glancing up to look at your face.

“tell i’m the one person you can’t forget” you basically pleaded, no sense of pride left in your body.

“i can't forget you yn. i haven’t and i won't” he said, moving to stand less than a foot away from you. he leaned down so his forehead was resting against yours and you both sighed out. 

“i’ll see you soon, okay?” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. Trevor nodded slightly, pulling his head away from yours and leaving a small kiss on your forehead. he watched you walk away.

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold”

after the first time, you snuck out to meet Trevor multiple times throughout his stay in michigan. things gt tricky with him leaving the airbnb about a week into your rendezvous and moving into the hughes lake house for the summer, but you made it work.

you felt sick admitting it, but you were comfortable with the routine you and Trevor had created. The guilt from sneaking off into the night soon turned into pleasure, and your love for your fiance turned into something meaningless. the vow you were supposed to take in a few short months meaning absolutely nothing to you.

It was one stupid comment made about dress shopping from one of your friends. your fiance had overheard and agreed. he was actually nervous for you. the fact that you might not have your perfect dress weighed heavily on his mind as he kept pestering you to make various appointments at different bridal shops. 

you had tried on about twenty dresses, none of them looking or feeling right. you felt absolutely miserable. the weight of the fabric weighing heavily on your body as the secret you’ve been keeping from you soon-to-be husband weighed on your mind. 

“yn come on, this one looks beautiful on you!” your best friend expressed as your entourage soon became tired of waiting and watching you try on different dresses just for you to reject them.

you smiled lightly in the mirror, letting your hands trail down the dresses bodice and onto the skirt. it would have been perfect if this was what you wanted at all.

“why are you marrying him?” Trevor asked one night. you had your head on his shirtless chest, arm wrapped around him in a makeshift hug.

you tensed at his question. you weren’t even sure why you were going to get married. it had seemed like the natural progression in your relationship earlier, but now with Trevor back… you knew it wasn’t right. 

“i don't know. I feel like i have to” you admit.

“you shouldn’t feel like you have to get married,” he replied, hand resting against your bare back. 

“what other choice do i have?” you replied, sighing as Trevors hand trailed up and down your back softly.

“you have so many options,” he whispered. “you could come back to cali with me or-” you sat up looking down at him. there was a slight blush tinged across his cheeks, and the small smile on his face made you a little nervous.

“Trevor…” you trailed off.

“no, please hear me out. you can move in with me, and we’ll figure it all out” he exclaimed, a slight frown taking over his face at your hesitant reaction.

“i’m comfortable doing this with you,” you gestured between the two of you and the room that you were in, “but leaving… Trevor i don't know how to tell you this but-”

“but what? this isn’t what you want?” he gestured to himself, obviously meaning that you didn't want a relationship with him.

“It's complicated” is all you said, but that wasn’t enough for Trevor.

“this,” he gestured between the two of you and the room just like you had done earlier, “is an affair. yn you’re cheating on your fiance” he stated. “you want to hook up with me? have an affair? fine. i agreed to that. but you can't just say it means nothing to you when you're going so far out of your way to meet up with me. To lie to your fiance that you’re perfectly fine with marrying him despite everything going on with us right now” he said more aggressively as he pushed you aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

you stayed silent, taking all of his words in. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered out as Trevor huffed and got dressed. leaving you behind in the hotel as he left. 

“hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

it was your wedding day. you were in the dress you had picked out, you had walked down the aisle with your dad holding onto your arm. your fiance had cried, you could see your friends and family smile as the officiant kept talking about promises and forever. 

your vows were over and done with next. You watched in silent horror as your finance professed his love to you in front of everyone you knew. he was holding your hands and you were terrified to break away. scared to continue on with the rest of the ceremony and terrified that you’d have to live the rest of your life out with a man you knew you didn’t love.

“if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant continued and you turned, almost comically, to see if there was anyone out there who was going to stop this. 

your eyes were big and wide, you were clearly nervous and scared. your hands that were still holding on to your fiances seemed to be slick with sweat. the wedding party looked around a little nervously at your appearance.

“don’t get married,” a man's voice sounded throughout the tense venue and you visibly relaxed as soon as you saw Trevors mop of hair rise from the crowd. “please yn” Trevor pleaded painfully. 

you didn’t even look back at the man holding your hands before you dropped them. shocked gasps and chatter sounding throughout the hall as you took off running towards Trevor.

[shadowmaat]

Someone Else's Choice

Corrie Week Day 3- You Shouldn't Be Here

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"You shouldn't be here, clone! This bar's for workin' people, not freeloaders!"

Hound had taken note of the drunk earlier, but hoped he'd be able to avoid a confrontation. Ah well. He took a sip of his cider, using the moment to get a better look at the Tholothian in the mirror behind the bar.

Tall. Broad. Facial markings indicated they were part of the Delvers Guild, those who "dove" into the lowest levels to retrieve scrap and any other salvageable goods they could find. You had to be fearless to do that over and over; Hound didn't envy them.

The smart thing to do would be to apologize and leave. He'd done it plenty of times before; all the Guard had at some point. Even the frontline troops had been driven out of places.

But he was tired and frustrated after a long shift. Grizzer had eaten something off the ground and gotten the shits so bad he'd had to take her back for Nudge to tend. All he'd wanted was a drink and a meal before hitting the rack. But now there was this. Again.

"You're right," he said, putting his bottle back on the bartop. "I shouldn't be here."

The Tholothian blinked at that, clearly having expected an argument.

"Yeah!" they said. "So why don't you get your sorry ass outta here and go back to your pampered suite in Republica?" A finger jab emphasized the command.

Hound turned on his stool, regarding the drunk up close. They stepped back, fists half-raised and ready for a fight. The other patrons watched to see what would happen.

"We only have barracks in the Guard," Hound said, keeping his tone light. "But you're right, I think they were suites at one point until the government came in and stripped everything down to the 'crete to make room for us. They even took the windowsills." He couldn't quite hide his smile. It was a long-running joke in the Guard that there hadn't been a single rug or rivet left behind for them. And there were outlines in the faded paint that showed where the windowsills had been.

The Tholothian scowled at him. "If you think I'm gonna feel sorry for you-"

"No, no, I understand." Hound shook his head, still using his Friendly Voice. "We've come in and taken over places we don't have a right to, and taken jobs that could have gone to hard-working citizens."

The latter was an outright lie, but it was one that a lot of people believed and denying it only made folks angrier.

"But the thing is, we don't have a choice."

The Tholothian scoffed, spitting out an insult in a language Hound half-recognized. Others nearby were also muttering under their breath.

"You have a job, right? Delver?" Hound gestured at the person's tattoo. "That's a tough thing to do, but it's honest work and you get paid well for it when the delving's good, yeah?"

The Tholothian puffed up with pride. "Ten years in the Guild. Three dives in Dacho."

Hound didn't need to feign being impressed. The Dacho District had been the scene of a catastrophic industrial disaster, and even millennia later was rumored to be dangerous and possibly even haunted.

"Now imagine you didn't get paid for it," he said. "Even Dacho. Instead you get food vouchers to be used at an approved list of places that might take them if they're in a good mood. You get forms to fill out if you need to replace your gear. And you can barter for anything else, as long as it isn't categorized as Guild property, which includes your toothbrush."

He was bordering on sedition at this point, even if it was all truth as recording in public record. If anyone caught vid of this and reported him he'd be dead even before Fox could kill him. But as futile was it was, he had to try and make someone listen. Just once.

"My tooth- Hey, I bust my ass for that shit and put my life on the line! I'm gonna get paid my fair share!"

"You're right. You will. And I celebrate you for it." He raised his bottle in salute and took a last swig of his cider. It had gone warm, but it was time to be leaving anyway.

"If you'll all excuse me." He slid off his stool, careful not to make any sudden moves. "Our friend here is right; I should leave you all in peace."

He dug into one of his pouches and scooped out the handful of coins he'd salvaged from the change tray of a vending machine in the Senate. He placed them on the counter next to his cider. There was a small circle of silence around him, watching his every move.

"I hope you all have a good evening." He gave them a Jedi-like bow and headed for the door. Sweat trickled between his shoulderblades, but no one tried to stop him. Fuck. He should have just kept his mouth shut and left like he was supposed to.

As the door whooshed closed behind him, he heard the Tholothian's voice raised above the background noise of the bar.

"What th' fuck d'ya mean I can't trade my fuckin' toothbrush?"

[strawberryonfire]

Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Angel: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Charlie: Ok, Angel, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Angel: 1917.

Charlie: ...You're ready.

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Cherri: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit, though, fire is fascinating.

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Angel: Onion rings are vegetable doughnuts.

Vaggie, used to Angel being dumb: Sure...

Angel: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Vaggie: Okay?

Angel: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Vaggie:

Angel: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Vaggie: Jesus, that one is a little--

Charlie, interested: No, no, Angel, keep going.

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Alastor: I am literally evil incarnate.

Alastor: I'm not actually, I just enjoy being evil.

Alastor: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I'm making a conscious effort.

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Niffty: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Husk: Heck.

Niffty: You're on thin fucking ice.

Niffty: Oh no-

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Angel to Sir Pentious: Me? I'm the bees knees, but you? You're just...

Cherri: Cockroach ankles!

Angel: Ye- uh, what?

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Sir Pentious: I hope no one lowkey hatessss me.

Sir Pentious: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Sir Pentious: Go big or go home.

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Niffty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew, and dragonfruit.

Niffty: Fruits that do live up to their name?

Niffty: Orange.

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Vaggie: Could you be anymore annoying?

Angel: Yes.

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Arackniss: I'm not doing too well.

Molly: What wrong?

Arackniss: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Angel enters the room*

Arackniss: There it is again.

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Arackniss: *cocks gun* Go to bed. This is no longer a request, this is now a threat.

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Molly, out grocery hopping: *takes a free sample twice*

Molly: Robbery and fraud. I am a rebel.

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Vaggie: I karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Husk: *gets a text* Oh, It's Alastor.

Niffty, excitedly and jumping up and down: Did he get the stuff?

Husk: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Niffty: Wow! Where'd he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Husk: You wanted fake blood?

Niffty:

Husk: I'll call Al.

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Charlie: Anybody got some crayons so I can color in my P.H.D?

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Charlie, putting a loving hand on Vaggie's shoulder: Vaggie, sweetie, please don't stay up all night. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

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Arackniss: Could you all at least try to fucking see this from my perspective?

Cherri: *crouches down*

Molly: *kneels down*

Angel: *sits on floor*

Arackniss:

Arackniss: I hate all of you.

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Angel: We might have gotten in a bar room brawl back in the city.

Arackniss: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Angel: One if them punched a gang member.

Arackniss: Was it Pops?

Angel: Molly, actually.

Arackniss: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Angel, singing the tune to I Kissed A Girl: I killed a guy, and I like it-

Arackniss, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Molly, also singing: -The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Henroin, appalled: Call the eoxrcist.

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Vaggie: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Charlie: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Angel: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Charlie, learn to listen.

Niffty: What if it bites itself and I die?

Alastor: That’s voodoo.

Charlie: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Angel: That’s correlation, not causation.

Niffty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Angel: That’s kinky.

Husk: Oh my God.

[jeffsparasite]

Over again (KimChay one shot)

I was looking at the man on the stage with shiny eyes. This wasn't a spark of excitement or interest but of forming tears, even though I wouldn't be able forgive myself if I let them fall down my cheeks once again because of him, I couldn't hide their presence. Kimhan looked at me, I knew about it but I didn't understand why. Why did he sing this song? Why does he looks so sad after all he did? Why does it feel like he regret that things went this way? Why? Why? Why!?

Isn't it enough for him to break my heart so cruelly!? Why is he digging into my wounds once again!? Does he wanna play with me and my feelings once more?

The thoughts were running in my head with the speed of light. I felt like the time has stopped for a moment when our gazes met. My heart has surely skipped a beat back then. I'm sure that it was ready to pop out of my chest any second.

My eyes wide open as I once again realised just how much Kim has always meant for me. It hit me again today. In this little bar with a little stage. It was all so small...yet it was one of the the most meaningful moments for me.

That's incredible that one single person, one single guitar and one single song sang in an old little bar at the outskirts of the city could change my life so much. I was pretty sure that our story ended long ago...that day when we both were standing in front of the Main family's residence. I wasn't supposed to see Kim ever again.

Yet here he is, standing in front of me, staring straigt into my soul singing our song...at this moment I already know. I already know that I've lost.

I did at the moment when I agreed to meet. He said he wanted to talk and he knew damn well that I can't refuse.

What have I thought? That I'll be able to resist him? His hyptotising gaze which is now scanning me from head to toe? His long hair that now are softly cupping his beautiful face drowned in the light of the setting sun? His low yet smooth voice which brings me so much comfort even now as he sings?

I was just dumb. 

I hate him. I hate Kimhan. I want him to disappear from my life...

I wanted to say these words knowing that I mean them so bad right now. But I'm unable to. Especially when Kim slowly comes closer to me. I can't even walk out, not when he's already standing in front of me, looking into my eyes with that weird look on his face. My body froze, I'm dizzy and I don't know what to do until a small voice brings my consciousness back to Earth.

"I'm sorry"

That was Kim.

Chay wanted to melt at the soud of these two words but he had to keep calm. He also couldn't forget what Kimhan did to him and how bad it hurt. Chay was repeating all this in his head all the time but he was slowly giving up as Kim continued

"I know that I fucked up.. I was an idiot for letting you go so easily...Please...Can we start over?" He asked looking at latter with hope in his dark, sparkling eyes.

At that moment Porchay really thought that Kim is sincerely sorry for what he did...but even thought...he didn't know what to do so they just stared at each other a little longer.

No one was complaining. Kim was finally able to see the one he loved after so long...his long lashes, adorable beauty mark on the side of his face, huge brown eyes lurking from uder cute bangs and his plump lips which always tasted so sweet. He couldn't help but to blush a little as he admired Chay's charming features. Oh if they could just forget about the past and kiss until they can't breath. Could they do it if Kim told him who he was earlier? Or if he didn't walk away pushing Chay out of his life that one day? He wasn't sure about the past but he knew one thing. He have to try now. Try to win Chay once again. He already realised long ago that he can't live without him, he can't sleep nor focus and is always zoning out thinking about what is the latter doing. Is he safe? Did he sleep well? Did he get into the music faculty as he wanted? Did he thought about Kimhan sometimes? Does he miss him just as much as Kim?

He wanted to ask all these questions at once. 

Right now. 

He wanted to know everything and wanted things to be the same as before.

But all he could do right now was wait for an answer for the only question that he was brave enough to say out loud.

"Can we?"

He repeated unsurely trying not to sound like he's forcing Chay into anything.

"It's not that easy Kimhan." Chay wanted to look stern and cold which wasn't easy with his appearance.

But Kimhan knew that he was trying.

"I can't forgive you that easily..." Chay continued.

"I know that I acted like a total idiot...I'm really sorry because of that...It's probably too late to apologize now but-"

"It's never too late to say sorry. The thing that you realised your mistake and decided to change is important" Chay interrupted.

Kim's eyes sparkled with hope for a second before he heard the rest.

"It doesn't mean that we can go back to what we were before though...yet"

Somehow, Chay's statement gave him some kind of encouragment once again, so he quickly asked another question.

"What can I do to earn your forgivness then?"

"I don't know... maybe explain to me why you did all that?" Chay sounded a bit sarcastic which made Kim chuckle a bit at his attiude.

"Why are you laughing?"

Older blushed at this comment not knowing how to respond.

How could he say that he's just happy because he can see the love of his life talking with him after so long and trying to trust him again?

"Sorry I'm just happy that I didn't run away like a coward again..."

Chay looked at him confused. Kim was never laughing like that nor he was blushing or saying so clearly what he meant which was the reason for his suspiciousness.

He didn't want to admit it but he felt something warm in his chest after seeing this smile though, which made him crave for the past to fade away as fast as possible so they could finally find peace in each other's arms not caring about the rest of this cruel world.

They both shared the same dream right now but none of them wanted to admit it by saying it out loud. They were too scared thinking that they can make things even worse.

After a while, the silence were cut off by Chay.

"Well...even if you want to get me back I'm not the only one whom you have to convince...just so you know...Hia can be pretty protective"

"I'm willing to do anything when it comes to you" Kimhan was serious but the younger one couldn't hold in his laughter when he heard this statement.

"If you're going to win my heart with those clichés then good luck because you have a long way to go" Chay's face lit up with a beautiful smile for the first time today since they started talking.

"He's gonna be the death of mine"  Kimhan swore in his mind trying his best to hold back the urge to cup those soft cheeks with both of his hands.

"You say that yet you finally smiled. It counts as a win." Kimhan mumbled under his breath while looking at the boy sitting in front of him in a defensive manner.

Chay quickly scolded himself in his own mind. Before he left home he decided to keep calm and not to give in so easily but he already failed on this task without any doubts...

But..what could he do to resist those eyes!?

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They talked for a long time, it still felt a bit awkward but hours were passing and they didn't realise until they were sitting in an empty bar. The owner was already cleaning up all the tables as they went outside.

Chay inhaled deeply and then sighed with a bit of relief. Kimhan on the other hand was looking at him while walking a few steps behind. After months of regrets and overthinking his mind was finally at peace. Porchay has always been the person he felt save with, the only one that could make him feel at home, the only one that knew the real Kim...Not WIK, not Kimhan Theerapanyakul the youngest son of the main family... Just...Kim. Chay made him feel like he was little again, he brought back all the happiness and excitement which Kim felt many years ago. It was enough for him to call him his safe zone.

They walked together a few more minutes drowning in their own thoughts until they had to head different directions.

None of them wanted to say goodbye, none of them wanted to be all alone tonight again, they just wanted to stay together but both of them knew very well that they can't ask for too much.

The fact that they've finally met, talked everything through and explained everything to get rid of any concerns felt like it's already too good to be real.

And as the both of them were heading home nor Kimhan nor Chay was able to hold back a big bright smile.

Porchay felt a cool breeze brushing his hair out of his face gently as he walked trough the white gate which was leading to his and Porsche's house For both- Kimhan and Chay this night turned out to be the first one after months when they were able to sleep properly again.

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[rubberduckyrye]

A giant ass v3 rewrite?! In which Case 1 alone is as long as some whole fics I’ve read?! My body is ready.

In all seriousness though, I love how you’re posting updates on your writing process! Here’s to many days of smooth sailing regarding hitting your writing goals! This fic’s gonna be amazing

ANON MY FACE IS BURNING HELP--

In all seriousness??? This is BY FAR my largest project. Ever. "Chasing the Voided Moon" (A Genshin Rewrite I did of the Sumeru Interlude Quest with Scaramouche) barely was 50k words. The prologue for AWBHT (And We'll Be Here Tomorrow, The Fics new Official Title) alone nearly beat it. It's extremely terrifying how big this project is, and I'm not even a quarter of the way dove.

This project is a HUGE passion project and while I'm VERY scared of how people will react to it (as when something is this near and dear to your heart it's always scary to show it off and potentially get it rejected) (Also because a fantwin OC is the Protagonist cdzdcgvg), I do hope that while it's definitely not going to be a story that pleases everyone and/or speaks to everyone, that it still reaches and touches the hearts of those it can reach. And if that's just me and done if my friends, then I guess do be it :'D

I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is very much a Story For Me and To Me, I think it's amazing. So I hope that you think it's as amazing as you're dreaming--though man. I do worry if I'm hyping the fic up too much, ack! I don't want to get all your hopes up for something the fic can't possibly live up to bgcfvgvgcfx

I do have @trans-shuichisaihara as my main editor, @jabbajacks / @jacksmusesdrv3 as a beta reader (knows the franchise but doesn't know the plot of AWBHT) and @celestriakle as a non-fan reader (barely knows DR/remembers it) to try to make the story as "new reader friendly" as possible!

So yes I and a few others ARE putting efforts in to make it nice and polished before it gets published but I don't want to set the bar so high that I end up shooting all of that effort in the foot and all that, you know?

(AKA Pls remember I and my editor/beta readers are Human Beings and please keep your expectations reasonable pls pls pls bbycrcgbhbgcf)

I think posting about my progress helps me keep myself at least a bit accountable, if that makes sense? Which is why I do it--it also lets everyone know how things are going, or if I'm struggling a bit. :'D

But yeah thank you so much for this ask I greatly appreciate it hhhhhh

💜💜💜

[chipped-chimera]

So since the fates decided not to give me a idk ... big gay aunt to guide me along with my sexuality realisation, I'm kind of at a loss of what to do. I'm 30 and I went off the dating market back when meeting someone online to date was considered 'novel'. Idk how the fuck to use dating apps.

So I guess I'll throw this cry for help to you, people who follow my blog apparently, in the case you have some insight? More deets below the cut oh god help me

Okay so basically - I think I am (somewhat hesitantly) ready to start looking at dating apps. I've kind of hit a point in my self-work where I think I could actually handle rejection - which was the entire reason I was holding off in the first place. Because I know I have a lot of potential "deal breakers" to contend with, getting to this point was my bare minimum.

So aside from the obvious I-have-never-used-a-dating-app-in-my-life problem, I guess my other problems are the following:

Do I disclose I am disabled on my profile? My disability is technically 'invisible' and while I absolutely could go hang out with someone at a bar or whatever it WILL knock me out for like ... two days. Especially right now where I haven't really done any big social-ey shit in a while. Idk how else I can explain that I will absolutely still want to do things with someone, I just have the energy habits of a house cat (sure I don't say nap every day anymore but sometimes I really just gotta lie in the dark ... Yeah :C )

Disability also kind of explains all the other deal breaker shit. I won't go into that. Aside from the obvious 'money ain't great' and I cannot avoid interdependence. Like I am still recovering and hoping for the best but I don't know what the end of this shit looks like. I know there is going to be permanent damage. But I also am not gonna bench myself until I'm 'well' (also because I'm touch starved and THIRTY).

Ugh, photos. Due to disability reasons (see I told you it explains everything) my irl social circle died years ago because I could just not keep up and I've had the photographic record of a cryptid for the past ten years. So now I have to basically go TAKE photos and it feels very forced. But I'm also aware apps are really visual, so idk - ideas? Tips?

Is there some obvious Lesbian space I'm missing? Am I missing the lesbian bat signal? I've joined Facebook groups for my city but they're quiet and tend to be populated by much older people (did I mention I hate Facebook?) Also apparently queer scene is kinda sucky in my city at the moment because one of our two gay bars changed ownership and it may as well just be a regular bar now. For the moment I've just been hanging out on Reddits to feel somewhat connected but it doesn't really help my irl situation and lack of social anything.

Yeah I am not selling myself here but I'd rather be honest early on and make sure anyone who isn't cut out for it or emotionally mature enough to handle that I have baggage (well treated baggage!) Is filtered out. But I also feel like putting disability right on my profile could result in a knee jerk reaction which would prevent them from even trying to get to know me. Like I do feel I have some really appealing things about me that I'm happy about, and I do think offset the bad - I've just had a rough time of it.

Augh idk. I'm lonely. And very confused. Anyways any kind of advice or insight would be highly appreciated 🥺

[clone-anon]

Hi, can I request something? (I'm not sure exactly how this works so if I've requested wrong, just ignore this). Also if this isn't something you wanna write that's cool too (Also I'm @wreckers-wife if that matters).

I'm really struggling right now with blood sugar issues, which result in me getting really shaky (like my knees will collapse out from under me shaky) when I've forgotten to eat (which is often because ADHD). It's something I'm really embarrassed about and I often have to leave to go eat a granola bar or something and sit by myself until the shaking subsides.

I'm usually a Wrecker girly, but could I maybe request something short about Hunter noticing with his super senses that I'm getting shaky and following me when I sneak away to keep an eye on me and maybe give me a few hugs while I eat something untill the shaking subsides?

Again, if you don't want to, I totally understand. You do such wonderful work for the fandom and I really really appreciate everything you do. You're genuinely one of the sweetest people on here and I really don't know how you do it all! I hope you're taking good care of yourself. You're a literal angel. 💕💛

Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words. I really enjoying writing every story I share and I'm so glad people love them.

Absolutely I can write about this!

You were working on lab reports and as usual, time was getting away from you. Just a little more. Just finish this next report. Almost there.

Hunter sat across the room, tying to read some documentation next to a tinkering Tech. Before it hit you, it hit him. He felt your body twitching on the smallest level and he looked over at you.

Initially you seemed fine to anyone else and yourself, but you started to feel it too. You hadn't eaten since, since, kriff was that the time?! Shaky arms reached for a ration bar from your stash while you tried standing on your shaky legs. You rushed out the door, trying to move fast enough so that you wouldn't fall over, the forward momentum helping you stay upright. You found a bench around the corner and sank down and that's how Hunter found you.

You shook while trying to open the wrapper, deciding your teeth might be the best option when Hunter sat down next to you.

"Let me," he said calmly, taking the bar from your hand and unwrapping it.

You let out a shaky breath and tried to thank him while taking a bite. He sat down wordlessly, hovering close to keep an eye on you. He could sense your embarrassment. He didn't need you to say it. He cautiously placed a hand over your shoulder and pulled you closer. He felt you let out a shaky breath of relief.

"It's alright," he said. "Just eat. You'll be okay."

You finished the bar, still shaking, but feeling better now that something was in your system.

"I just... it's silly. It's blood sugar. And I forget to eat?!"

Hunter smiled and pulled you in for a closer hug. He felt your cells start to calm even if you couldn't.

"Hey," he said, "It's okay. You're doing your best. I'm proud of you. Let's just sit here until you feel better, yeah?"

You nodded, breaking from the hug for a moment to gather your thoughts.

Hunter considered for a minute and then offered, "If it's not too forward, I can feel you shake before you do. Would you like me to come get you next time so we can walk out and have a snack together?"

You looked up at him and nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by his level of care.

"I'd like that," you replied. "That would help."

Your shaking had subsided and you were ready to finish your work. You stood up together and you reached for a hug, holding on long enough to ground yourself a bit more. Hunter wouldn't let go until you were ready.

"Thank you, Hunter."

"Any time."

[crackingheart]

TW!! ABUSE

Angst & fluff

"Did I give you permission to talk?" With one move my boyfriend's hand connects with my face. I've gotten so used to this it doesn't make me cry anymore. How long has it been? One year and a half. "You're dismissed, get out of my sight you ugly witch." I obeyed like a dog. I walked out his room and shut the door to give him peace. I'm not so sure why I wasn't his peace.

He used to be so sweet to me. Until I caught him cheating and I threatened to leave. The time I caught Jack with my best friend Sophia, I cried harder than I ever did before. I told him I'll leave him and he got aggressive. He told me if I ever left he'd do worse things to me. So now I've been stuck, and scared.

"Y/N get your ass in here now!" I take a deep breath and I walk into his room he kicked me out of not too long ago. "You know how much I love you right?" He tells me, getting up from his spot on his bed. His steps growing louder as he gets closer to me. "Say something damn it!" He raises his hand and I flinch.

"Yes! I know how much you love me..." I plead hoping he doesn't hit me again.

"Good girl. Now put makeup on that ugly face and get ready. We're going out tonight." He shoos me away with his hand. Despite his insults I feel sort of happy that we're finally going on date. We haven't went on one since he cheated.

I apply makeup trying my hardest to cover bruises on my face that he left. Then I wear a fitted dress, and some heels. I do my hair then I leave the room. I see Jack waiting for me.

"Put on a jacket you slut." I sigh walking back into my room to follow his orders. When I walk out he leads to the car. The sun is pretty much set, perfect for a nightclub.

We arrive and Jack doesn't even look at me. He dashes away to go find some other girls to flirt with. I walk to the bar defeated, but Jack is a little close by to keep an eye on me.

"Can I buy you a drink, little lady?" I look to my left to see a handsome tall man. He has ice white hair and magenta eyes. He's also very fit. The air between us is thick and I realize he's waiting for me to respond. But is it okay to talk.

"Are you talking to me?.." I say loud enough for only him to hear. His lips curl into a smile and he says.

"Of course! The gorgeous girl sitting next to me." Gorgeous? I haven't gotten a compliment in so long.

"Sure, it's Y/N, just order me whatever you get." He looks at me strange. Then he laughs.

"You're a strange one aren't you, here have my number. I'm Tengen Uzui." He gives me his number on a piece of paper and I tuck it into my pocket. "Two shots of whiskey please." He says to the bartender. His smile is contagious and I feel myself smiling too. But every good thing has to come to an end.

"Who the fuck is this Y/N." I know that voice all too well, Jack.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" But my pleads weren't enough, he punches me right in front of Tengen Uzui. I tumble out of my chair and I see Tengen get up. He's so much more taller than Jack when I see them side by side. Tengen grabs Jacks wrist so tight I can see Jacks hand tremble.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Tengen voice sounds so heavy. I know Jack is scared. Fuck. I know once we get home I'll get the worst punishment ever. I better end this now or else it'll get worse.

"Please Tengen stop!" I get up, rushing towards the scene.

"Why are you defending this dude?" His voice is concerned for me. But when he sees tears in my eyes he lets go. His body is pressed against mine and he whispers in my ear. "Text me if you need a place to stay." It sends shivers down my spine and he walks away.

Jack gets up and pulls me by my hair. He drags me into the car. The drive home was heavy and silent. I could tell he's thinking of all the ways he could torture me. He presses his foot on the gas pedal hard. We're home and he kicks me inside.

"Now you've done it!" He punches me and pushes me onto the ground. Kicking me repeatedly as I beg for mercy. "Stay here until I decide what to do with you, bitch." And like that he leaves me there on the floor to drown in my tears and blood.

‘Text me if you need a place to stay.’

Quickly I pull out my phone trotting toward my room. I put Tengen number in and I text him.

My fingers tap against my phone shakily fast. He said he’ll pick me up in 10 minutes. Great.

Ten minutes is more than enough for me to pack some clothes. It feels like a century before my phone buzzes and he said he was here. I sneakily run out of Jacks house into Tengens nice car.

I throw my stuff in the back seat and I break down crying. I see Tengen staring at me.

"Do you want me to go in there and beat him up?" Tengen says through gritted teeth. I could tell he was furious. His hands were turning paler on the wheel.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and drive far from here." I say through hiccups and tears. He swallows he's guilt down and drives off. The car drive was silent. But it wasn't the silence in the car with me and Jack. No, it was comfortable silence. I could see the house where all of my trauma started fading away as we drive.

I rest my body in the seat ignoring the cuts and bruises on me. It seems Uzui notices how bad he hurt me. He slides his hand against mine and he brushes his thumb on my palm. It calms me down a bit.

We pull into the driveway of a wealthy house. It was clean on the inside and I felt like I was the only dirty thing in the house. Suddenly I feel myself getting lifted into the air. Uzui picks me up bridal style.

"Tengen stop that I'm heavy." I say looking away. To my surprise he starts laughing.

"Pfft no you're not. I could carry you with three fingers." I can't help but smile at his comment. Jack could never pick me up, not like he ever tried.

Uzui carries me to the restroom and sits me on the closed lid toilet. He starts the tub with warm water for my soreness. While the tub is filling up he goes through drawers searching for something.

"Give me your arm, this might sting a little." He applies ointment on my cuts Jack left on me. I whine in pain. "It's okay pretty girl, it'll only hurt for a moment." He continues to reassure me and I can't help but smile. Once the tub is full and my wounds are disinfected. He gets up. "I'll be back, take your time in the tub." He winks at me and leaves. I undress myself revealing lots of bruises in the mirror. I soak in the tub and relax.

"Uzui I'm done!" I wrap the towel he left for me around myself. Oddly enough I get no response. I say sorry under my breath before opening the door to his bed room. He's not here? There's clothes on the bed and a note.

'I'm out getting groceries and clothes for you. I'll be back shortly, princess ;)'

He left me some of his clothes. I laugh at his efforts. He doesn't know that I brought my own clothes with me but it's still cute. My bag is on the floor next to his bed. I pick it up and pull out comfortable clothes.

I lay in his bed waiting for him to be back. My body is exhausted and my eyes start to close. I didn't notice I fell asleep.

I woke up to breath on my head. My eyes widen because somehow I crept onto Uzuis chest when I was asleep. I feel butterflies in my stomach. But I don't mind staying in this position for a while longer. I move my hand on his chest and I snuggle into his neck. I feel his hand wrap around my shoulder.

"Good morning, how do you feel?" Uzui's voice sounds sleepy. My stomach does flips, was he awake the entire time?

"I feel great thanks to you. Is there any way I could make it up to you." I say in almost a whisper. I feel his hand brush through my hair gently.

"Don't sweat it, Y/N" He never fails to comfort me. I pull him into a hug and his eyes widen. He hesitated for a moment, then hugged me back. Careful not to touch my cuts or bruises.

"Thank you, seriously." My voice cracks as I feel myself break down. My guard slipping away. He notices how my body starts to tremble.

"I'll go make breakfast. You can stay here" he pats me on the back, his body starts to get out of bed. But I don't like how it feels when I'm alone. I miss his warmth.

"Wait. Please let me come with you." He stops midway out the door. And he smiles at me.

"Come on then. You don't have to y'know." He walks towards me and offers me a hand. I grab his hand and I start to walk. My feet and legs are sore but I'll manage.

"I want to come with you." I don't look him in the eye but I could tell he feels a little happy whenever I say I wanna be with him. He doesn't let go of my hand, and we walk into the clean kitchen.

"So what do you wanna eat, princess?" He says sitting me down on a stool. I sit there thinking what I'm in the mood for. This is so much different than what I'm used too. I've never thought for myself it was always Jack who was in charge. But I like the change.

"Eggs, bacon, and pancakes?" I question hoping he'll like it.

"Pancakes? I have a friend who loves pancakes. Her names Mitsuri." He says with a smile, looks like he's thinking about his past. I can't help but wonder who this Mitsuri person is.

"Don't worry, she's married and has five kids." He said casually. It's like he could read my mind.

"Five kids!?" I say with my eyes wide. He nods in agreement. He gets pans and food we need to cook.

While I'm mixing the pancake batter and he makes the bacon, I can't help but wonder.

"Why did you invite me, a total stranger, into your house." He doesn't respond for a moment. Until he finally shares a little about his past.

"My sister used to be in a situation like you." His voice isn't as enthusiastic anymore, more like a whisper with hate behind it. I feel guilty for bringing it up.

"I'm sorry I didn't know." And before I could apologize he stops me. He hugs me from behind.

"No need to get worked up about it, it was a long time ago. I also couldn't help myself when I say you were very beautiful." He says into my ear. A smile creeps onto my face and I don't know what to say.

"Thank you Tengen, you're attractive yourself y'know." I laugh with his head resting on my shoulder. His large hands on my hips.

"I know. But I'm just stating the truth." We stay still against each other for a while until I smell something burning.

"Uzui are you burning the bacon?"

"Maybe."

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