#i had to get this out my head thoo so i could get to sleep

[ineedtofinishthh]

i feel like i forgot that makoto isnt really your Friend. like hes got his own grand plan and is using yuma a bit to reach it, and hes also probably spiteful toward yuma for things that happened in their past, that yuma cant even remember! like i definitely think theyre brothers or close enough that they used to live together, but makoto just doesnt mention it when they meet again, even though its obvious that hes been keeping an eye on him when he brings him to kanai tower after the agency explodes. maybe he knew about the deal yuma was going to make with shinigami, so he already accepted that yuma would be a different person. but he also expected there to be more emotions involved when yuma woke up like he had been waiting to see if yuma Really didnt remember Anything about him.

and Then all that with makotos 'present' knocking everyone out so they could be transported to the restricted area. i feel like makotos trying to teach yuma a lesson in a way that he cant hide from or just in the most painful way possible. i dont think that the remains we are finding are actually the other detectives' corpses, so it mustve been set up to Be Distressing so that the information that each person 'left behind' will be believed quicker (like the difference between being explained everything by the Mysterious Masked Guy and getting bits and pieces of the grander picture from what you think is the last investigations of your friends is HUGE i think). but i dont really know what any of it MEANS yet or if anything that im thinking is even on the right track right now. i dont even know what the Blank Week Mystery is yet!

[ilovesexypeople17]

Could you write about Jude and reader being parents and their daughter is about 6 years old and just their whole dynamic as a family like they’d always be joking around and your daughter definitely inherited her cheekiness from Jude.

Yes ofc this is so cute

Smut did win on the poll i posted for the genre of todays fic so I will have a smut posted by later. this request is just super cute so I wanted to write it too ❤️

Just us.

Summary: In a day with Jude, his wife, and their beautiful daughter. Genre: Fluff Warnings: some cursing

Waking up in the morning was the part of the day you by far enjoyed the most. The peace in the atmosphere, Jude sprawled across the bed with his arm thrown over your stomach, his loud snores preventing you from drifting back into your slumber, you didn't mind though, a push on your bedroom door drawing you out of your daydream. Your daughter, entering your room with a quiet "hi mommy" and a yawn, a smile drew onto your face at your daughters actions. With small steps, she made her way over to your side of the bed waiting for you to lift her up into the bed so she could burrow herself in the warmth of you and Jude, it was routine for her.

Lifting her, you place a light kiss on her temple, placing her in between you and Jude. "Daddy" she whispered repeatedly as she leaned down over his face, Jude, still deep in sleep, didn't budge, "try tapping him" you said to her in an attempt to help her wake her father. Placing two of her small hands on either side of his face she lowered her face down to his, widening her eyes, whispering a dragged out "daddy". You couldn't help but laugh at her antics. Though it seemed to be effective, as he began to smile with his eyes still half shut. "Morning princess" Jude said with a low laugh, "morning my love" he said reaching out an arm in your direction, and turning his head to face you. You held his hand and pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles.

"Mommy said you guys are gonna make me waffles for breakfast". your daughter said to Jude, "I did?" you asked with a confused expression, laughing simultaneously. "uh huh" your daughter mumbled with a nod of her head, Jude letting out a laugh knowing you most likely didn't say any such thing about waffles and that was just his daughter being sly. "go brush your teeth little girl" you said, sending her off. "Guess we gotta go make waffles huh babe?" Jude said turning to you with a smile. "I guess so"

After the two of you brush your teeth, you begin heading down the stairs together, surprised to find your daughter already downstairs playing with a toy kitchen set she had received as a birthday gift not too long ago. The two of you head into the kitchen and begin preparing the waffles you two had been tasked with making by a six year old. Throughout the process, you and Jude are giggling and sneaking kisses like two teenagers the morning after their first sleepover. When the waffles are finished, you call your daughter into the kitchen and tell her to take a seat at the counter, helping her onto the chair of course. As you all get settled and begin to eat your daughter accidentally drops a piece of the waffle you had cut into squares for her. "shit" she said under her breath, causing Jude to burst out into a fit of laughter, earning him a light slap on the back of his head. "its not funny Jude" you said giving him a glare from the corner of your eye. "Honey you can't say those words its not appropriate" you told your daughter, knowing exactly who she learned it from (Jude of course) "yeah ur moms right sweetheart" Jude said, still trying to refrain from going into another fit of laughter.

So sorry this is kinda short but I do have to get started on the smut for today and I have a busy day aside from that, I hope you enjoyed this thoo ❤️

[konaanaria13]

Text me when your Free

Chapter Three

Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (m reciving) unholy amount of grammer mistakes, fingering. Orgasm control oh jesus just like a lot of sex. Oh and Tom being in love but not admitting it even to himself.

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What do you want for

Your birthday?

?

Gift?

It's not my Birthday?

In a week thoo

No.

I checked ur records

Let me get you sm

No.

Plzz tell me

Tom?

Tommm?

Tommyy?

Riddle?

Answer mee

Ughh

Come on

Tommmmm

Having access to Tom's bedroom was nice, espeacially because I could Surprise him at any given moment, I was still in my pajama pants and a loose top when I entered his room, the clock barely over six in the morning, Tom was sleeping shirtless as always, his head buried in his pillow, his body strained on the matress.

I moved silently, careful not to wake him, I slipped under his covers, Before my body got in contact with his, His hand's grabbed my waist and pulled me into him with such force I almost let out a yelp.

"What you think your doing pretty girl" the deepness of his voice made me roll my hips into him sitting up on him as he rolled onto his back, his eyes stayed closed his hand's resting by my side.

"Morning birthday boy" I whispered to which he frowned, pulling me down he hugged me into him groaning softly.

"What time is it?" He buried his face in my neck as I let my legs spread having him inbetween them already feeling him hard.

"Uhm around seven" I whispered to which again he groaned and not the kind I liked.

"I still have time to sleep" His lip's met my skin on my neck and I let my eyes shut as he kissed me a couple of times before biting into my skin.

"Tom its your birthday no time to be lazy" I laugh as he bites into my skin making me whimper a little, he pushes his hip's into me and I can feel my stomach roll around on the ground a little.

"Its also saturday" he muttered, I let my hand run through his hair lifting his face to mine and pressing a kiss to his lip's.

"Happy Birthday" I mutter as he grins.

"I hate Birthdays" he answered but I rolled my eyes.

"Mhmm let me change that" I kissed him again and again until he was relaxed enough for me to get back on top of him, i watched him as I moved down to kiss his neck, from his neck down to his chest, I let my hand run down his stomach my fingers tracing his muscles, I kissed my way down and down, Tom still had his eyes closed his hand combing through my hair now, I palmed him through his pants and he let out a chocked groan which made me throb.

Tom was definetly big, big enough for me to have walking problems if he got to rough and big enough for me to have to take my time while sucking him off so I don't rip my fucking mouth open.

Kissing down his V-line I pulled his pants off, palming him through his boxers and moving my hand up and down getting him compleatly hard.

I kissed my way down, taking him out and licking up his dick I watched as he let out a breath, he tied my hair into makeshift ponytail, as I kissed his tip, softly licking off his precum, wetting him while I jerked him off, slowly I wrapped my lips around his tip and started to suck him off.

"Ah" I looked up at Tom who had covered his mouth with his second hand, a satisfied Moan escaping his mouth.

I felt the wettness between my legs as I made him chocke out more and more of those sounds, I tried to speed up but not the easiest task.

Tom pushed me down, his tip hitting the back of my throat and making him moan.

I bop my head in a steady pace my eyes finding his, not to be dramatic but seeing him all messed up half awake and getting those sound out of him made him look fucking beautiful.

Tom wasn't holding back, he wasn't half awake and the pleasure that was going through him made it hard for him to be quiet.

I felt him vibrate inside of me, his eyes we're glued to me, his body rocking into me.

"Fuck don't stop" He let out a whimper and I moaned, he pushed my head down and held me there until he was filling my throat with his cum.

My eyes watered, tears rolling down my cheeks as he exhaled.

"Fuck come here" Tom pulled me up wiped my tears away as I finished swallowing.

I cleaned my mouth while he let out a raspy laugh.

"Fucking menace" he muttered as he stroked my back.

"Happy Birthday" I whispered giggeling softly when he rolled his eyes.

"Thank you" He whispered before kissing me, he didn't hesitate to pull me into him his hand landing on my thights and slipping panst my pajamas, his other hand slipped under my top as he massagee my breast making me moan, he stroked me over my panties and I let out a whimper even I feeling how wet I was.

"Why are you so wet, love?" He asked between kisses and pressure making me moan again.

"Fuck lift your hips for me" I did as he told me, he pushed my panties aside and two fingers filled me up, I gasped softly sgainst his mouth, steadying myself holding on to his shoulders.

His thumb pushed against my clit, I whimpered as he moved his fingers in and out of my, hitting my g-spot several times while applying pressure to my clit.

I let out a chocked sound the pleasure making me gasp for air.

"Tom fuck- ah-" I dropped my head into his shoulder moving my hips and falling onto him.

"Faster please" I moan into him, biting into his skin as he did as I requested making my knees give out.

"Don't cum" he ordered and I let out a frustrated groan.

"Come on love be a good girl" he tilted his head watching as I turned into a breathless mess his pace only speeding up by the second and a smile catching onto his lips.

"Just a little more" the knot in my stomach spansmend and I let out a moan adjusting my position, my legs shock and my body vibrated as I threw my head back. Tom used his second hand to remove my top, his lip's catching my tit in between his teeth.

I looked down his hungry eyes staring up at me as he let his toungue run over my hard nipple.

"I can't- please" I beg, my voice breaking, my body shaking as he hit my g-spot.

"I'm gonna count down from ten yes?" He asked and I nodded frantically.

"Ten" I let out a moan

"Nine" I threw my head back his lip's attaching onto my chest again.

"Eight" he pushed against my clit hard enough to make me jolt.

"Seven" I let out a cry.

"Six-"

"Please" I whined making him chuckle.

"Five" I tried not to move but he pushed his fingers deeper.

"Four" I drop my head back onto his shoulder.

"Three" I started praying quietly.

"Two" he pushed my face up making me look at him, I let out a breath then a moan, my body hurting.

"One" I finally released, my body shaking as I breathed through.

I collapsed into him, Tom laughed his fingers leaving me coated in my cum he didn't hesitated to push them past his own lips and suck them clean.

"Your so sweet" he muttered.

I let out a soft cry my body trying to relax as I shock.

"Hey its okay" he pulled his arm's around me, leaning back against the bed frame and letting me calm down. I propped my head up on his chest looking up at him.

"I was supposed to give you a gift" I mutter to which he lets out a raspy laugh, his head falls back looking up at the ceeling.

"You did don't worry" he muttered, I pressed my lips to his skin and closed my eyes.

I never really slept over at his, he didn't kick me out or anything I just didn't think he would like it, it took ten minutes before his breathing steadied, his head stayed on mine his arm's hugging into mine.

I didn't move afraid to wake him, he was always quiet but when he was asleep it was diffrent.

I must have fallen asleep aswell as when I woke up I was turned on my side, tom spooning me his leg over mine, his hand holding onto my waist and his face buried in my neck.

I looked at the clock on the night stand closing my eyes when it only showed nine.

Tom woke up before me the next time, his lip's kissed the back of my neck making me hum in response.

"You wanna get breakfast?" He asked and I turn around, placing my hands around his neck.

"I want to brush my teeth first but then yes please" I mutter while yawning a little, Tom pushes the hair out of my face and chuckles softly.

"What?" My eyes lock with his, he props himself up his fingers tracing my cheek.

"Nothing you look cute" he mutteres making me blush in an instant.

I push myself up, rolling over him to go toward the door.

"I have an extra toothbrush if you want?" His hand catches mine pulling me into him.

"What?" I think I misheard everything.

"I have another toothbrush a clean one you don't have to go, just use mine" he rolls me over the bed and pushes me up, he gets up with me and walks me toward the bathroom, pushing the door open he reaches the cabinet below the sink and gets a light green tooth brush out, handing it to me he takes his own aswell and puts some tooth paste onto the now my toothbrush.

"When did you get a second toothbrush?" I ask leaning against the wall while brushing my teeth, Tom is looking in the mirror fixing his hair glancing over at me, his eyes dip down my body before coming back up to look me in the eyes.

"Hogsmead?" He says stalking toward me.

"Thought you could use it" he says towering above me, the toothpaste turns sweet in my mouth and I grin, wiping my lip's with my thumb I let my head rest against the wall.

"I thought you wouldn't want me in your room longer than needed" I mumble the sound muffled, he laughs slowly still making room for me to go over to the sink and wash out my mouth, I wait for him to be done, he moves toward me his fingerstracing my neck before grabbing my face and pressing a kiss to my lips.

"I'm hungry" he mutters and I nod.

"I'm going to get changed i'll meet you there if you want" I suggeste but he groans in respons.

"Just wait a second i'll get dressed and I'll come to your dorm" He says walking out if the bathroom and toward his wardrope.

I wash my face again in the meantime a little in dissbelive, the toothbrush I place in the cup on the sink beside his twisting them a little a small smile on my lips.

I walk out watching him as he ties his tie the shirt unbottoned, stepping toward him I slowly button up his shirt my fingers touching his chest softly.

Tom pulls his rope on,takes my hand in his and guides me out the door, theres a strange smell in the air, he walks with me toward my dorm his fingers intertwined with mine not caring that people stare a little, pushing my door open he takes a seat on my bed watching me go through my clothes and get changed, I put my hair up in a bun and put some eyeliner along with lipgloss on, looking behind me through the mirror I see Tom on my bed, his legs are spread, resting on his elbows he watches me his head tilted to the side, his eyes fixed on my lips.

"You think they'll be waffles?" I ask turning toward him, he shrugs reaching out to me until im walking toward him letting him rest his hands on my hips.

"Let's find out please i'm starving" he mutters glasncing at my lips.

Tom liked to kiss me, ever since we first started seeing each other he kissed me multiply times for no reason but the past days it multipled as if he just didn't hold back anymore, in class his lip's would attack the back of my neck hiding from the world of eyes.

Tom pulled me down, trapping my legs inbetween his as he slowly kissed me.

We reached the great hall quickly, his hand touching mine as we walked closer than usual.

Sitting beside Nott and Lestrange, Tom placed his hand on my thight, tracing my bare skin with his fingers.

-K<3

[frostemeto]

"Shit-" (final)

Character: Kaito, Shima, Elias

Part 3 of "sick" Pls enjoy ^^

Warning ⚠ Sick-gags-cuddles-bad English

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Elias run and get out of the bus, "W-wait! " Said Kaito, Kaito following him, he pull Elias hand and take him to the restroom, Elias run to one toilet and lock the door, Kaito could hear a softly gags noise and the softly vomit noise, "why I'm the one who feels nauseous but you the one who vomit.. ", Kaito sigh, "need help?.. ", said Kaito. " Hmnnn.. -", Elias was still vomiting so he couldn't answer, "what? -", said Kaito. Suddenly Shima came to the restroom. " Kaito-? ", said shima. " Oh- hey shima-"

"What are u doing here? ", Shima hears someone vomiting, " Damn- who's that? -" , Shima asked. "It's lias.. ", said Kaito. " Oh.. He vomited again?.. ", said Shima. Kaito nodding as yes, " Do you need help lias..? "Shima asked with a softly voice. " M-mhm.. ", as a yes. Elias unlocked the door slowly. Shima and Kaito came in. " Jeez- elias- u vomited all your food u just ate 30 minutes ago.. ", said kaito. Kaito rubs his back and Shima held his hair. The brownie hair and the two blonde hair is inside the toilet. " I.. I'm sorry.. ", said Elias. " For what?.. " That two blonde. Answered. "I-..i bothered you guys.. I'm sorry. sorry I'm a burden. I am so stupid.., im-.. I'm sorry.. " Elias's voice was trembled, start to tearing up.

....

"Hey.. It's alright.. Your not a burden.. ", said Shima. "It's not your fault.. It was an accident.. " Said Kaito. "It's fine, okay? Don't blame yourself.. " Shima and Kaito hugs him. A warm hug from Shima and kaito. Made him feel better. And he cleaned up himself and go back to the bus. Elias is end up sitting with them. Elias sit beside the windows, Shima on the middle, and Kaito in other side from Shima (IDK HOW TO TYPE IT MY ENGLISH IS BAD 😭), Elias finally fell asleep in peace. And the bus start to move again. This time, Elias already drinking a medicine. Atleast it help him feel a bit better. What about Kaito? U said he get motion sickness easily?, about him, he already drink a medicine too. So he doesn't really get motion sickness. Elias forehead is start to feel warm. Atleast it's help the fever down. Kaito fever seem already gone. But not 100% sure.

16/24 hours later. Only 8 hours again the arrived to the place that they wanted too!

The sky is getting dark. Almost night time. Elias sleep for 4 hours btw:v, then he awake, "ur awake, how do u feel lias? " Kaito asked. "Better.. *yawns*" Elias yawns was cute. Shima pull Elias closer. "Let me goo..! ", said Elias. " No, your comfy " Said Shima. "Hmpp! I'm not comfy! " Elias mad and try to go from Shima but he can't. "Cmon lias, your comfy. I like it" Said Shima chuckles. "Bro u like lias? -" Kaito said. "Not like that idiot. I had a gf. " Said Shima. Elias leaning to his chest. "Heh. Dumbasses. " Said Shima who Chuckles. "Shut up.. ", he fell asleep again I'm Shima chest bcs it feels warm. " Wanna join? " Said Shima. "If u won't mind it. " He lean to Shima chest too. "It's comfortable on me thoo" Said Shima. They both fell asleep.

Noah take a picture of them and send it to Elijah, her gf. In the text -Look *send pictures*- , Noah send it to Elijah, -Whoa, look like Elias sleep so comfortable. said Elijah -yeah- noah answered.

30 minutes later. Stopped at a restaurant for dinner.

"Oi, wake up" , said noah. That trio is wake up. All the students is get out from the bus, Kaito and Elias is still sleepy:v (yes, they're a sleepy head.) they ordered some food, "How u feel lias?" Kaito asked. "Better, maybe.." Said Elias, he yawns. "That's great if u feel better! I hope the food u eat now doesn't get out again", said Shima. " Mhm" Said Kaito. The food is arrived, and they eat it.

After eating they look around and take some pictures. Elias oh Elias he so dumb. He was started to feel dizzy but he ignored it. HOW STUPID HE IS. after 15 minutes later they go back to the bus and start to way to the hotel. Elias suddenly hugging Shima, "eh? U alright? Ur acting weird " (It's in the bus way to the hotel btw) , "I'm fine. " Elias closes his eyes. Shima put his hand on Elias forehead, "Ayo ur burning up, how do you burning up so fast..! ", Shima a little bit surprised, but cant do anything again because if he give him a medicine he might puke again. " How do you feel? Dizzy? Nauseous? Tired? ", Shima asked because he worried about him, " I'm just tired and dizzy.. Shut up.. " Said Elias that trying to sleep, he think that sleep maybe help. "Tell me if u need anything alright?.. " Said Shima, pulling him closer and hug back, Kaito was talking to Noah beside them, yeah, talking about they're gf Elijah and Lana. Stalking their social media. Elias coughing, and he sit then take some deep breath. "Whoa whoa- u alright? -" Shima asked, "I-im fine.. ", Elias take a deep breath. " S-shima I think.. " Elias voice tremble. "I think what?- what's wrong? Are u going to puke again? -" Shima asked, Elias shakes his head, "I-its hurts-" Elias start to tearing up, "Hey hey what's wrong? " Shima a lil bit panicked, "what's hurts? ", Shima asked, " C-chest-" , he cough, Shima was panicked, "Kaito call Mrs. ***** ! ", Shima said to Kaito, " Huh- why? -" Kaito said, "Just call her! Elias got asthma attack! " Shima said to Kaito, "Shit- wait-", Kaito quickly call the teacher, Noah beside them was help him too " Lias calm down u will made it worse!.. " Said shima, "h-hurts-" Elias crying, and finally that teacher is gave him a inhaler, u know inhaler right? Find it on google if u don't. "Calm down Elias.. Take a deep breath.. ", after 20 minutes later the teacher finally made Elias a lil bit calm down, and she asked if he wanna seat next to his teacher, just in case. But Elias shakes his head as a no, and that's made people look at them, but they go back to their seat again. He so quite after he got asthma attack, but he's not sleep. But he very quite. He doesn't even talk, he just.. Holding shima hand. Shima was very care about him. Elias and Kaito fell asleep on Shima shoulder, on of Shima hand was holding Elias hand, and the other one to Pat Kaito hair, lemme just tell u guys how they look before we continue.

-Shima

He has blonde hair, kind, and he cares about the other. He loves to wear a jacket, his fav color is blue, has brown eyes, with a light skin. Ambivert

-kaito

He has blonde hair to, kinda quite, obsessed with his girlfriend (just like noah), and introvert person actually, get motion sick easily, clingy.

-Elias

Had brown eyes, energetic, doesn't had a girl friend, kind, loves a cat, he doesn't usually get sick, but once he got sick, it would be bad. Ambivert (he will be extrovert if he okay or doesn't had a problem, but he will be a introvert if he sick, or sad, or anything that made him uncomfortable.)

Ok noah and Elijah I told them later. So, Shima was scrolling his phone. Then he think, in the bus, they use a orange smell(?how to type it-), and that made the sickie and the motion sick boy's is uncomfortable, but Kaito doesn't really got motion sick bcs he already take some, anti-motion sick.

22/24 hours later, only 2 hours more and they arrived.

Elias wake up, Shima was eating an Oreo, "do you want some? " Shima asked. "S-sure.. ", said Elias who finally talking again. He takes the Oreo and eat it. And the he drank a chocolate milk. A few minutes later, " W-when will the bus arrived?.. " Elias asked. "About ½ hours more, why did u ask? You ok?" Shima look at him and ask worried, "I'm fine.. " Said Elias, "tell me if you need anything okay..?" Said shima. Elias nodded,

!24/24 later ! They arrived at the hotel

when he got out of the bus, Elias was still holding Shima's hand, but suddenly Elias squatted down, Shima was confused, "Hey, what's wrong?", he asking worried, Elias gagged, and let out a splash of vomit, Shima was surprised, Kaito is take a water from his bag, and gave it to Shima, Kaito was go to the hotel already, because he gonna check in first. " Elias.. Why didn't you tell us..? " Said Shima, "..." He was still feel nauseous, Shima rubs his back. "Here, take a sip.. " Shima said and help him drink the water, then he lean his head down again and he puke again in there, it's was the Oreo he eat before! And the chocolate milk!, it's was a bad combination to eat in a long trip (for me), "i-urh-... I'm done.. " Elias said. "Let's go then.. ", he help Elias to stand up, and carried him, " I can walk.. Put me down.. " Said Elias, "no. I'm gonna carry u " Said Shima, "whatever.. ", he fell asleep on Shima chest,

"Heh, cute.. ~" Said Shima.

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Okay this is the final! Pls give me more inspiration! I need idea 💡

Okay I hope u enjoy it! Goodbye!

Made by @frostysick

[connorsui]

I have never felt so much ounce of happiness and feel of need to silently shed a tear on this tiny loft bed over a simon bby fic and it has me staring at the light changing color ceiling for over 5 minutes just wishing I could think the rest of it …like a tiny epilog and u my author my dearest beloved

Have me in shambles 🩷😭✨️

CUZ U TELLING ME THAT THIS WAS A PART 3 TO WHATEVER SERIES U HAD GOING ON AND I BARELY JUST READ THIS THINKING IT WAS A ONE SHOT 😭💀💀🤡🤡!?!?! — not only that …but simon was keeping us lowkey kindddaaaaa “hidden” from everybody else?? …like nobody found out we were even a thing?? …which maybe I shouldn't complain! Cuz let's be honest …how many THOUGHTS this man must have had to think it was for the best until it got this far into the relationship…

with a child …being married ….living together

. …

Like Yeah it's best I shouldn't mention her infront of my team incase …somebody I do NOT want to know …ends up finding out …lowkey … pookie smart✨️💅🏻

Thoo as much as my brain keeps on heading off to this distant wonderland of “let's see what happens if the WORST COMES TO PLAY” I just need the happiness ..the high-end of getting the chance to be together fully …living his once distant dreams …the possibility of another child …

—Imagine one night when simon is staring at us when sleeping ..he's wide awake …just mindlessly staring at our face ..our closed eyes ..our hair …our lips ..and then he hears the distant sounds of his daughter crying in the middle of the night that he whispers in (reader) ear and says: don't worry about her, luv …I got her — he walks up to his daughter and manages to calm her down…

Like what if simon just feels ..and thinks his family is there with him …they are all standing along with him ..staring at his daughter with the most love and adoration for both of em …

GOOODSSSS I WANT TO DIIIEEEEEEE

Hii could you do a ghost x reader who is just gave birth having their day old child and soap John gaz came over to ghost house to see the baby once the reader left the room to go breastfeed their baby in their room price telling ghost how far he had come in life

Here you go! Thank you for the request, and I hope it’s okay. I made it a bit more (just a week) rather than a day old before they came over. That’s just because if someone came to my house the day I got home after giving birth, I would kill them 😅

Too Good

Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader

Words: 2400+

Warnings: Nothing really!

Also, this is the same universe as Unexpected! You don't have to read them first, but if you want to here is Part 1 and Part 2.

Beautiful art/rendering from @ave661

"Love, they are here!” Simon’s voice bellowed through the flat to reach your ears.

You let out a small, “Okay,” just loud enough for him to hear it. Your eyes staring back at you in the mirror, checking your appearance. 

Today was the day you were finally going to meet Simon’s team. You had overheard a conversation he had on the phone a week back, when you finally were home from the hospital. Simon was good at being sneaky (it was in the job description) but you still overheard him. 

“Aye, I need a bit more time,” he murmured into the phone. 

After a brief pause, “What do you mean ‘Just because’ isn’t an excuse?” He huffed. 

You were paused in the hallway, sleeping baby in your arms just praying she would stay asleep so you could listen in to the conversation a moment longer. 

“Gaz saw me take off from base? Bloody hell.” You could almost hear him gripping between his eyes in irritation. 

“Yes, I promise everything is alright yeah? Just had a bit of something to do.” He explained vaguely as ever. 

There was a long pause on his end, like the person on the other side of the phone was lecturing him. He will give an occasional small ‘Yes’, ‘I know’ or ‘Yes sir’,  which had you wondering who he was talking to. 

“Fuck me, Cap. You make it impossible to not tell you everything. Listen, I’ll call you later today and tell you everything okay?” Simon barely paused long enough for a response before he hung up. 

With a long sigh, he stood from his spot on the couch. He had noticed you were gone an awfully long time and began down the hallway to check on you. 

Too focused on slowly rocking your sleeping daughter in your arms and trying to be quiet to listen to his call you hadn’t even realized Simon was heading your way until it was too late. 

You almost jumped out of our skin when he appeared like an apparition into your vision. 

“Jesus Si!” You quietly yelled, more of a whisper to make sure you didn’t wake the baby. 

You watched as his lips curled into a smirk. “And just what are you doing sweetheart?” He leaned his shoulder into the wall as casual as ever. 

“Oh uh- well I was you know, well I was-“ your brain couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough.

“Didn’t take you for an eavesdropper sweet girl,” he said with a grin. 

“I wasn’t eavesdropping,” you replied defensively. 

“Right,” he laughed. “Hear anything good?”

“Not… really,” you murmured, clearly caught. 

“That was my Captain,” he explained. “Checking in on things after the way I left base.” 

You simply nodded, not quite sure what to say. 

“I thought I had left unseen, but apparently Gaz saw me leave ‘in a panic’ as he put it,” he rolled his eyes. “So he wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“Makes sense.” You bit the inside of your lip to stop from adding on to the sentence. 

But Simon always reads you like a book. He squinted at you before questioning “What is it?” 

Your eyebrows almost shot to your hairline at that. You cleared your throat and slowly walked around him to head towards the living room. The baby’s bassinet was in there and it would make it easier to have this conversation if she wasn’t in your arms. You gently placed her down with a kiss on her head, Simon followed right behind you and mirrored you with a tender kiss in the exact spot you had kissed her precious little head. 

You sighed softly before sitting on the couch. Simon sat beside you, shifting himself to face you a little more before you started talking. 

“I suppose I wondered… why didn’t you just tell him the truth?” You questioned softly. 

“Just what do you mean sweetheart?” 

“Well I mean… why didn’t you just tell him you left because I called you and that we have a baby.” You asked with a small tilt of your head. 

“Oh.” Simon responded with a hand on the back of his neck. He took a moment or two before his eyes met you again. “Love, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way and I hope you will let me explain.” He pleaded.

Even though that made you terrified, you just focused on your breathing and nodded. 

“Well I haven’t told the team about you yet,” he explained softly. 

Your face betrayed you and it fell immediately, eyes unable to meet him. Not even a second passed before his hands were on your tugging your chin back up to look at him. 

“It isn’t like that my love,” Simon went on. “You are just… everything to me. I come here to you and I don’t think about work. You deserve the world and somehow I thought keeping you and them separated would be best.” 

Hazel eyes held yours for a long time, nothing but true and raw emotion in them to convey he was telling the truth. 

“I understand,” you replied quietly. 

“Also, we haven’t really talked about if you wanted me to tell the team so I didn’t want to overstep…” Simon professed. 

As silly as it sounds out loud, he never wanted to force you to be a part of that part of his life, a part of the Ghost’s life. He has endured things you never deserved to even hear of, his sweet girl didn’t need to be exposed to it all if he had any say in the matter.

“I don’t mind if you tell people about me,” you said, almost embarrassed. You could feel the tips of your ears warming at the confession. 

“Yeah pretty?” He smiled as he gently touched your cheek with his fingers? “You want me to tell my team about you?” 

“Well I don’t-you don’t have to.” You mumbled out quickly. 

“You think I wouldn’t want to tell them about you?” Simon asked honestly. His fingers gently pushed your hair behind your ear. 

“I- I don’t know. Does everyone else talk about their partners?” You questioned honestly. 

“Price is the only one with a partner, Gaz and Johnny brag about their flings occasionally.” Simon broke into a big grin. “They won’t know what to do when I tell them about you.” 

“Oh,” you bit the inside of your lip again. “So you want to tell them about me?” 

“Of course love… I’ve almost let it slip out a few times as is,” Simon leaned in to brush a kiss along your cheek. “And I can’t wait to tell them about Emma too. If you are okay with that?” He pulled back to read your face. 

“I’m okay with it if you are, Si,” you reassured him. 

“I’m okay with it… but I will warn you once I tell them they won’t want to wait long before seeing you and the little miss,” he smiled as he leaned his head to meet yours. 

You paused for a moment, taking him in. Feeling safe and happier than you can remember feeling in a long time. “I’m okay with that.” 

So there you stood, in your mirror. Checking your appearance for the 5th or 6th time for the night. Even though you were a new mom, dealing with a changed body you wanted to make a good impression. 

Emma had been in her bassinet sleeping, awaiting the arrival of Simon’s friends (or work mates as he put it). Your body was still healing, so you had thrown on a soft but matching lounge set and felt nice to not be wearing a spit-up stained shirt and sweats for once. 

Simon opened the front door to see Price, Gaz and Johnny. All looking varied shades of giddy. Johnny was all but bouncing on his toes. Gaz held a kind smile that was a little bit too big to be classified as a ‘normal’ grin. Price stood behind the other two, stoic and holding a pretty bouquet of flowers. 

“Flowers are for the Missus,” Price began with a smile. 

“And this is for the little miss,” Gaz exclaimed. Pulling a gift bag that was hidden behind his back. 

Simon couldn’t help the small chuckle that fell from him. 

“Well come in then, yeah?” He asked with an arm out inviting his team into your flat. 

One by one the men made their way inside, all smacking Simon’s shoulder with pride before coming face to face with you in the living room. Simon took a few steps in your direction, before placing a gentle hand on your lower back to guide you deeper into the room.

“Price, Johnny, Gaz,” Simon began pointing as he said their name. “This is Y/N, sweetheart… this is my team.” Simon wouldn’t admit that he was nervous, but you could hear the waver in his voice that wasn’t usually there. 

“Heya there Mrs Ghost,” Johnny spoke up first, hand out shaking yours gently. “You dinnae tell us she was such a bonnie lass aye, LT.” His Scottish accent was thick, but the compliment followed by the wink he gave you had your ears burning. 

“Don’t you start with her MacTavish,” Simon warned jokingly, but pulled you into him a little more.

“I’m Gaz,” Gaz spoke up with a charming smile and a small handshake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” you replied as your eyes fell to the small gift bag in his hand. He held the gift out, and Simon grabbed it. “We got the little Miss a gift, hope that’s alright.” Gaz gave you a huge grin showing almost all of his teeth. Even if you weren’t okay with the gift, how could anyone say no to him? 

The last man, with the mutton chops was the only one left and you knew who he was because Simon spoke about him the most to you, Captain Price.  

The Captain held out a beautiful bouquet of flowers to you, which you took immediately and smelled. “Nice to meet you,” he began. “Hard to believe someone has held Ghost’s heart and he is just now telling us about you.” He held a polite smile, but his voice had an edge to it.

Simon’s hand that was free raised to the back of his neck nervously. You let your eyes drift to his for a moment, silently checking in. Simon gave your waist a small and reassuring squeeze, signally that he’s good.

“Thank you all for the gifts… and it’s so nice to meet all of you. It’s great to be able to put faces to the names from Si’s stories.” 

“Si, eh?” Johnny’s lips turn up in a grin at the nickname.

“Johnny,” Price spoke up at that, warning him to behave. 

“Well who wants to meet Emma?” You spoke up, ready to move past the formalities. 

Simon nodded, and led you over to where she was still sleeping soundly in the bassinet. Once your eyes fall on her sleeping form you can’t help but smile. As gently as Simon could he picked her up with a kiss on her head, and laid her in your arms so that everyone could see her. The men gently circle in around you, none of them wanting to be the last to lay their eyes on her. 

“Wow,” Gaz whispered out. 

“Beautiful bairn LT,” Johnny complimented. His hand reaching out for Simon’s shoulder again to congratulate.

“This is Emma,” you introduce her to the team. 

She was tiny, sleeping while swaddled in her blanket. Price felt pride swell up in his chest, same as he would as if this was his biological grandchild. Simon stood at your side, watching you show off your daughter. Hand never leaving your lower back, as his other gently brushes her little cheek with the back of two fingers. 

Simon looked to Price and their eyes met, “Congratulations you two, what a wonderful baby girl.”

Emma decided now was the time to start whimpering, in warning before she started to cry out. You immediately started shushing her gently and bouncing her softly, to soothe her. 

“I think it’s time for someone to eat,” you explain to the group. “We will be back.”

Simon whispers into your ear, just a small word of encouragement before you head to the nursery to feed your daughter. 

They all watch you leave, no one speaking up until the door closes behind you. 

“Well if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.” Gaz gushed immediately. 

“Aye, LT you are pulling way outcha league,” Johnny bellows out a laugh at that. 

“Shut it, Johnny.” Simon rolls his eyes before heading to the kitchen. “Want a drink?” They all give different versions of a yes, then Price speaks up that he will join Simon in the kitchen. Gaz and Johnny then take a seat on the couch, starting up conversation immediately.

Simon heads straight to the cabinet snagging 4 tumblers out, before reaching to the bourbon on the counter. 

“Thanks for inviting us Simon,” Price started. “Your girls are lovely.” 

Simon couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips. Despite how uncomfortable he was with all of this, from inviting his team into your flat, being a new father, hell he hasn’t even asked you if he can move in with you full time yet, he felt more at peace than he had in a long time. 

“Thanks Price.” He slid his glass across the island to Price, and he accepted the glass with a tilt of his head.

“You have come a long way, Simon.” Price expressed honestly. “In more ways than I can ever express.” He leaned his elbows on the island, looking into the glass of amber liquid. “Seeing you happy like this isn’t something I ever expected.” Price pulled his eyes from the glass to meet Simon’s. 

“Hell, I for sure never expected it,” Simon joked. 

“I mean it,” Price held a serious tone. “You deserve this.”

Simon nodded, not sure he did deserve this, but no sense in saying it outloud. 

“Aye, LT you mind if we put the match on?” Gaz asked from the entry of the kitchen, hand gesturing back to the TV in the living room.

“Sure,” he answered with a shake of his head. 

Without another word, Simon grabbed a second tumbler for one of the guys as Price grabbed the remaining one. 

“Who would believe we are going to watch the football match in Ghost’s flat?” Johnny jokes from the couch, grabbing the glass Simon handed him.

With a roll of his eyes, “Don’t get used to it.” Although, a smile was on his lips and his tone wasn’t as serious as usual. Maybe having them over isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Since this could be read as part 3 of Unexpected I went ahead and tagged you all again! Hope that is okay 😊

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Thank you for reading! If you have an idea or request for a fic, feel free to send 🖤

[viciciciinn]

I'm just your helper, am I not?

Minister x vice minsiter

*normal school day*

-"n-no, I can't do it! I don't know how to talk to people, take notes or anything! I wont be a good helper for you-"

-"Believe me Val, you will be the best helper I ever had. Didn't you see the others? They did nothing but stand there picking their noses."

-"D..Do you seriously think so? That's a lot coming from you." she giggles saying that.

-"Okay are you going to help me or not? There is no going back if you don't want to fall from being the teachers favorite to being the student that no teacher believes in."

sigh.

-"Okay, if you want it so much. I'll do it, only for you tho."

-"Great, I'll tell the teacher." she winks saying that

-"..Oh god. C-can I do this? I don't think I even have a choice to go back..I, I can't!..HEY WAIT!..L-LILAC!!" she was gone already.

She felt an arm touch her

-"EEK!! M-MAY!? YOU SCARED ME!"

-"Aha, why are you such a scaredy cat? And what was going on? You were mumbling about something.."

-"...I um.."

-"Come on girl, spit it out."

-" I think im going to be the vice minister.." She groans like she was about to die, nothing but a helper at this point.

-"Ooo, a helper for her? Could be a start of a love story"

-"S-SHUT UP!!" She hits her, not hard tho.

-"Ahaha! Okay calm down..You guys would be a cute couple thoo~"

-"MAAAAAY!!" they keep running around while may was running for her life.

-"OKAY OKAY STOPP. IM SORRY!!" She starts giggling.

-"Why are you even blushing that much.... I just made a joke!" They were both out of breath. About to faint.

-"I.....ugh."

-"Okay she's coming, wish you luck with your new girlfriend~~"

-"UGH! MAY!!" she tried to yell but may already got away.

-" What's wrong Val? Don't you want to be the vice minister anymore?"

-"..." she knew her emotions were visible and showing that she was sad and trying to hide it. But how couldnt Lilac notice that?

-"Val?? Heyy?" ..

-" I really need to go, see you soon." She grabs her books and her bag, storming out of the class.

-" VAL!..." It was no use to yell.

-"...Did I do something wrong?.."

Val was near the entry, trying to brush off every negative feelings she had. But she couldn't, of course.

-"Why can't I just keep my emotions to myself." She starts sobbing, hoping no one will see her in this position.

-" *sniff* am I even a use to be the vice minister, I can't even talk to people normal without fukcing things up." Her phone starts buzzing..It's from Lilac, she doesn't answer it, trying to wipe the tears.

-"VAL WAIT UP!" It's May running after her, they did walk to school and back to their houses every day since grade 4.

-"!!" Val starts running faster. May doesn't understand what's wrong with her.. Was she mad?

-"VAL!? ARE YOU OKA-" Val turns to her looking mad with tear drops falling.

-"Oh, uh..Y-yeah I'm okay, sorry for that." She wipes her tears. (Shut up it's not cringe 🙁)

-".. Okay if you say so, shall we go home?"

-"..mhm." she nods her head and starts walking.

. . .

-"Okay see you Val." They were in the entrance of Val's house.

-"Oh, uh..Thanks for coming with me.."

-"..Sure, no problem at all."

May watches Val go inside so she could go back to her house.

*Val's house*

-"Oh, hi honey! How was school?"

-"Hi mom, yeah it was okay." She runs into her room after a little chat between her mom.

-"Dinner is read-.. Nevermind then."

*Val's room*

-"..Was I too mean?." She puts her back away and gets in her pjs, looking at her phone and..Oh?

-"Huh? Lilac..Called me and messaged me a lot.." She closes her phone as she sighs.

-"Guess I'll just go to sleep to feel better."

. . .

*Next day*

-"HUH!?... SHIT SHIT SHIT MY ALARM DIDN'T RING!" She starts running around to get ready, fast..

-".." Her eyes went straight to her phone, seeing so many unread messages from...Yeah Lilac.

-Val?

-Did I do something wrong?

-Are you okay?

-..Are you ignoring me?

-Please text me back im getting worried.

And much more with a "goodnight, stay safe." Message at the end of the notifications.

-"oh." she lets a slight groan while getting her bag.

-"I don't even want to talk to anyone after this, did I really make her that worried?"

"VALL!! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Her mom yelled downstairs.

-"I KNOW MOM!" She grabs her phone and runs downstairs.

-"Oh, Val I made your lunchbox for today since you forgot to do it tomorrow."

-"..Thanks Mom." She grabs her Lunchbox, ties her shoes and goes out.

-"oh." May didn't wait for her, she was heartbroken but who would care.

-"Guess ill walk by myself again." She starts walking to school.

*Class*

-"MAY I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR HER NO MATTER HOW LATE SHE I-"

-"Well I guess she's here now. Happy?"

-"..pft." Lilac looked annoyed from May.

-"Hi Vall!" May hugs her.

-"..Yeah, hi."

-"...Val you okay?" Asks Lilac, but gets no answer.

Val puts her bag away and starts sketching like no one talked to her

-"Uh..Heyy?? I'm right here." ..no answer.

-"Lilac, I think she wants to be left alone." Says May, but surely she's worried too.

-"Val, tell me what happened?" She puts her arm over Val's shoulder but gets pushed.

-"..." She walks away.

-"Shit, i guess that joke that I did yesterday really touched her.

-"Shut up May." Lilac was sad but didn't show it, she has to be strong or else it's no use.

-"..Damn alright."

Lilac goes after Val, she was curious about what was wrong with her.

-"Val."

-"!!..." Val starts running.

-"VAL STOP RUNNING AWAY!"

-"LEAVE ME ALONE LILAC!" She had angry tears forming as she ran away.

-"tch." Lilac runs after her.

*rooftop*

-"..." Val was sobbing.

-"Val.."

-"Didn't I tell you to go away and leave me alone." Her eyes were red.

-"." Lilac grabs her hand.

-"You know we're still in the same class right? No matter how much you're going to ignore me you will have to talk to me since you are the vice m-"

-"SHUT UP!"

-".." Lilac was shocked seeing her that mad.

-"JUST...SHUT UP, AM I ACTUALLY NOTHING ELSE THAN YOU THEN JUST A HELPER? IM NO USE TO YOU IN ANY KIND OF WAY, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU WILL TRY I WILL NEVER BE THE PERFECT HELPER YOU NEED. STOP MAKING ME FEEL BETTER AND JUST...D-don't talk to me." Val realized how much she was yelling.

-" I- ....I'm sorry, i yelled too much..-"

Lilac hugged her.

-".. Don't be sorry."

-"...W-what are you doing."

-"It's alright to feel that, why didn't you tell me how you felt before? Instead of ignoring me you could've told me this earlier..I wouldn't want to make you do a job you didn't want..But still, didn't you want it yourself too?"

-"..." Val had no words for that.

-".." Lilac wipes Val's tears.

-"It's all okay now, you're more than my helper."

Note: AAAAA THIS WAS SO GOOD TO WRITEE!!

I've actually took this idea from my friend and me that is in the same class with me!

I really love writing stories but I could never find anything to write. And I don't know much about Turkish literature even tho I was born in Turkey. It was hard for me since our language exams were about writing and I messed it up a lot but English made me better since I really loved roleplaying and creating little stories for my OC's!

About my friend, she was the minister and I wanted to be the vice minister! Well yeah my anxiety did kind of mess things up for me in that time but I still had fun being a help for her.

(and yeah one time I did get hurt and ignored her for a day 💀)

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[thatjadedhotmess]

Library study dates

pairings/characters: albedo x gn!reader, kazuha x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: fluffiness that's pretty much it. wholesomeness as well yesyess

a/n: I'm finally almost done with exams and had time to finish this up I hope yall enjoy it TvT (sorry its looks kinda rushed ahhh)

albedo (阿貝多)

☁︎︎ yall know that light academia style with the dress shirt and a sweater vest? yes him that's how he's dressed with that messy hair bun.

☁︎︎ before you guys meet he would buy you a drink of your choice and stuff it into his bag so that he doesn't get caught bringing in sweet drinks into the library.

☁︎︎ he probably wouldn't go there to study though, more like be your tutor and help you out with whatever subject you need help with.

☁︎︎ is super patient about it too, like he would never lash out at you for not understanding something but would rather explain something to you in different manners until you understand it

☁︎︎ I kinda envision him also bringing along a thermo flask thoo,, and like inside is probably hot coffee or tea but he looks more like a coffee person to me;~;

~~~

"Ahh thanks for the drink Albedo." You thanked him, taking a sip from the piping hot drink that he had bought for you and stuffed into his bag before going into the library.

You had told him you were going to be late that day and so you asked that he help get you a drink, of course adding that you would pay him back for the drink. Albedo being the gentleman he is, didn't let you pay for the drink.

Settling into the chair beside albedo, you quickly took out your Biology textbook. Albedo had agreed to meet you for a study session being the good table mate (and boyfriend) he was. He always did better academically than compared to you.

"So this right here is a kidney nephron," he used a pencil to point at the diagram located in your textbook. "There are a few main parts of the kidney nephron. The renal corpuscle, the proximal convoluted tubule, the loop of henlé, the distal convoluted tubule and finally, the collecting duct.."

"Now, the main function of this whole setup is for ultrafiltration and selective reabsorption to take place, so far so good y/n ?" he quizzed. you nodded your head while frantically trying to recount everything he just said so you could write it down in your notebook.

"Following, the kidney tubule also consists of a lot of things. this includes the-"

"Ahh- ok wait for a sec. Ok you can continue." You stuck your hand out in his face to get him to stop talking for a second, causing him to lightly chuckle.

Yeahh this was definitely going to be a long day you thought to yourself.

Kaedehara Kazuha (楓原万葉)

☁︎︎ sleep deprived ass. that's all thank you

☁︎︎ ooo he would definitely be the kind of person to wear comfy clothes. baggy pants, a random shirt and maybe a hoodie incase he (or you ehe) gets cold

☁︎︎ would ask to meet up and yes he does come on time but instead of studying with your he ends up falling asleep on the table in front of you.

☁︎︎ when he is awake however, he's a completely different person.

☁︎︎ beast mode: on

☁︎︎ headphones in, laptop out, phone shut off and furiously writing short notes on his paper the man is not allowing himself any distractions

☁︎︎ is also the mom friend and would most likely need to babysit you

☁︎︎ "here, i have an extra pen use this"

☁︎︎ "i still have water in my bottle, drink since yours was empty when you came and you haven't drank anything in the last 3 hours"

~~~

"Heyy, kazu kazu, wake up sleepyhead." You whispered, poking him in the shoulder. Kazuha opened his eyes before rubbing them groggily, Huh he must've gotten a pretty bad night of sleep yesterday if he somehow ended up falling asleep while waiting for you in the public library.

"Ahhh, heyyy y/n" sleep still evident is his voice as he pushed himself off the table, slouching a little as he stared up at you, a dopey grin spread across his face.

Ahh man why is he so cute when he's like this?

You pinched his cheek, making him let out a soft whine. Moving towards the chair infront of him you quickly took out your things, seeing kazuha mirror your actions a moment later.

Once you guys had gotten everything you needed, kazuha and yourself quickly buried yourselves under the stack of papers you guys had gotten for homework.

While doing your work, you felt something nudge your shoulder. Someone nudge your shoulder. "Do you wanna start a spotify party?" Kazuha inquired while lifting up his phone. Of course you said yes, despite knowing that this would probably stop your productivity.

After you guys had successfully managed to start a session together, you were somewhat surprised by the genre of music kazuha had picked.

"Classical? I never knew you were a ravel fan."

"Im not. I just saw an article talking about how listening to classical helps when doing math." Using his pen, he pointed at the worksheet you were struggling with.

Touched by his actions, you stood up from your chair a little, extending a hand out to him lightly pat his head before ruffling his hair up. He leaned into your touch with a happy sigh upon receiving your affection.

You were definitely breaking concentration and probably disturbing others with your bold display of public affection, but you guess it was worth it. For his sake, anything was.

[ushijimas-koibito]

request no. 2

“Hi there! I enjoyed your writings so much huhu i can't get over ur work for ushi's sick days :< it's sooo cute, so i'm wondering if i could request a sc or anything u want abt ushi feeling down but couldn't tell his s/o anything and his s/o just straight up praises him and kissing, being a big spoon, and telling ushi 'i won't look if u cry, if u want to' and then ushi cried a little? I'm so sorry if it's too long and detailed :( If you don't feel making it, its okay thoo thank u🥰❤”

this is for my sweet anon.

sorry it took so long and that it is so brief.

i hope you enjoy it. 

listening: turning page by sleeping at last; you are the reason by calum scott; hollow by james smith; don’t get me wrong by lewis capaldi; trying my best by anson seabra; a drop in the ocean by ron pope

warnings: emotional ushijima

title: emotions with toshi.

you waved back at your club mates as you exited the art room. you rubbed your hands together as they were cold from washing them so much. you still had flecks of paint and clay in your nail beds. you took your hair down from your bun and felt the wind blow through it. you stood for a moment to absorb the fleeting rays of sun. you bent down for a moment to put your smock and sketchbook in your bag and pull out your phone. you decided to send a text to your boyfriend, ushijima wakatoshi. hey babe, done with club! almost done with practice? wanna grab some food? you began your walk across campus to the gym. your phone buzzed, no practice today. busy. rain check? you know toshi is not the most emotive person but this was extra short. you stopped for a moment to respond. no worries, babe. you okay? you waited for a moment and scanned the horizon. you watched as the horses trotted across the equestrian field toward the barn and you saw a figure beneath a tree near the fence on the opposite side. toshi? you narrowed your eyes at the silhouette and then heard his phone ding with a text notification. he pulled it out, looked at the message, and put his phone back in his pocket. he pulled his long, muscular legs to his chest and rested his forehead against his folded arms. you looked at your messages to see the “read” check mark. you walked over. 

“hey handsome, what gives?” you said with furrowed brows and a smile as you jogged up; a little confused. he continued to stare out at the field. “hey,” you said softly and knelt down beside him. his eyes were red and little beads of sweat formed between his eyebrows. his breathing was labored and raspy. you put your hand on his shoulder and he stiffened. “please,” he said curtly, “just go.” he took in a ragged breath. “excuse me?” you said quietly. “i’m sorry,” he said as he closed his eyes, “i just can’t.” your heart fell into your stomach as his voice quivered. “did… did i do something?” you were almost afraid to ask. his head whipped to look you in the eyes. his deep green eyes bore into yours, “no,” he said through clenched teeth, “this,” he sniffled, “this is about me.” he turned his head back to the field as his strong fingers dug into his arms. he was sitting on his jacket and you saw the red skin develop goosebumps against the wind that enveloped you both. a cold, piercing wind that you felt in your bones. you took your sweater off and draped it across his massive shoulders. he shuddered and pushed his forehead into his crossed arms. “you’ll get cold,” he said and if you weren’t listening carefully you would have missed that break in his voice. “i’ll be fine,” you said reassuringly. 

you could hear how heavy his breath was. he was holding so much back. “i’m sorry.” he whispered, “i don’t want you to see me like this.” he gulped loudly, swallowing back whatever he was feeling. “toshi,” you said gently while placing your hands on either of his shoulders and kneeling in front of him. you placed your forehead on his head, “i’m your partner, toshi, i’m yours. i’m here for this, too,” you kissed the top of his head as you felt him stiffen and tuck himself into a ball, “good, bad, ugly- that’s what i’m here for.” you moved your hands to either side of his face, “please don’t push me away, toshi,” you kissed his head and ran your fingers through his hair, “whatever it is, toshi, we can carry it together.”

 he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his head. the moisture of his breath mixed with the sweat on his brow and seeped into your shirt. “please talk to me, my love.” he squeezed you harder and you felt him shake from clenching his limbs so hard, “i’m so.. ashamed.” he whispered into your chest. you felt him tense his jaw and push his face harder against your chest. “talk to me,” you whispered and raked your fingers through his hair. he shook his head. “please,” you said with a kiss on his head. he sighed, “you can’t see me like this,” he dropped his head lower. “toshi,” you’ve never seen him like this and you weren’t to sure you ever would. he’s normally so stoic and sure of himself. he usually keeps his emotions in check. you hoped he would trust you to be vulnerable in this way.

 “wakatoshi,” he looked up at you with glassy eyes. “you can cry if you want to, i don’t mind.” you pulled away for a moment and moved to hug him from behind, “see? i don’t even have to look.” he laughed softly and his shoulders shook. “i-“ he couldn’t manage another word before you felt his shaky breath and the tears landed on your hands. you wrapped your arms tightly around his chest as you felt him lean into his knees once more. “toshi i- i don’t know what you’re feeling or what you’re going through but i do know you are so smart and so kind and everything will be okay.” you laid your cheek against his neck and he sniffled. he reached behind his back and grabbed one of your arms to swing you into his lap. he wrapped you into a tight embrace and you planted little kisses all over his tear-stained face. between kisses you whispered, “you are strong and deep and,” you pulled away to look at his face and cup it with your hands, “crying doesn’t make you any less of a man or make me think less of you,” you kiss the tip of his wet nose, “thank you for being so vulnerable with me.” you plant another kiss on his forehead, “you can always talk to me, my love.” he nods and kisses you for a long moment, “thank you, (y/n), for.. being here.. for me.” you smile and give a little warm chuckle, “of course, toshi, we’re here for each other.” he laughs a little as a few warm tears slide down his cheek, “promise, (y/n)?” you nod and pull him closer, cupping his strong jaw, “i promise, toshi.” he smiles with a deep breath, relaxing his shoulders, “thank you, (y/n).” 

wrapped in each others arms, you watched the sunset as a few more tears escaped his green eyes. always, you thought to yourself solemnly as he pulled you closer into his chest. 

[shupadoop]

The New Moon

Okay, I posted it a little while ago, but I’m preeeeetty sure nobody has read it o.0 Some more smut because how else are we getting through this quarantine?

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“Thanks, Inuyasha.”

“’S no trouble, Sango. I’m sure you have your hands full with three little terrors.”

“That we do.” Miroku pulled in the last bag of rice and placed it with the three Inuyasha had brought in.

“Say, Inuyasha, it’s starting to get dark and tonight is the new moon. You’d better hurry home.”

“Yeah, I’ll get going.” Inuyasha walked - practically skipped - away, his face almost glowing.

“Why do you think he was smiling like that? He always hated this time of month when he loses his powers.”

“Maybe he and Kagome go to bed early at this time. It’s not like he can do his usual work without his youkai strength.”

“Oh, Miroku, get your mind out of the gutter,” laughed Sango.

But Miroku was right. Inuyasha had excellent sex on the nights of the new moon. The time that he was without his powers used to bring him burning shame, but it became his favourite time soon after he and Kagome married.

In human form he had no claws that could scratch her delicate skin, no fangs that could pierce her if he wasn’t careful. As a hanyou he had to be mindful of his brute strength, but as a human he could pull Kagome into a tight embrace without fear of hurting her.

It never occurred to him before that he could be happiest at his most vulnerable. To share his most intimate self was unimaginable before, but now he would gladly submit to Kagome entirely, fully exposed. How wonderful it he felt to trust someone so completely.

As he entered their home, Kagome approached to greet him with a kiss, but he placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Not yet.”

Kagome looked at him puzzled.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what day it is... never mind, you’ll see,” Inuyasha smirked, leaving to clean himself after the day’s labour.

Cleaned and changed, he sat down to dinner, his eyes widening in excitement.

“Kagome, did you make ninja food!?”

“Not exactly. I brought back a few seasonings from my time. I thought you might like to try some chili oil tonight when your taste buds won’t be so sensitive.”

“So you do remember what tonight is.”

“Of course. I’m not sure why you wouldn’t kiss me, though.”

In truth Inuyasha didn’t either. He didn’t have the words to explain how he could revel in the anticipation. The more he refrained from doing before his transformation the more desperately he would want to touch her. The more he could fully enjoy the freedom to feel her without concern.

“It feels better when we wait.”

“Okay, we can wait.”

Inuyasha put a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth and yelped.

“I’s thoo hot, Kagome!” Inuyasha said, burnt tongue hanging out.

“I told you it was for when you were human!”

“No’ so loud, Kagome….”

As if on cue Inuyasha started to transform. His hair turned jet black; his dog ears receded, exchanged for human ones; his senses dulled.

“Hey, mah tongue feels be’er.” Recovered, Inuyasha continued “we should eat this stuff more often. It’s delicious.”

Kagome was ready to bang her head against the table until she noticed Inuyasha was smirking at her. “Okay, I’ll keep some around for next month.”

Satiated after their meal, they looked at each other for a long moment, embracing the stillness before the passion that would follow. As they gazed into each other, Inuyasha felt his human heart beat harder and harder. With his dimmer senses he was less aware of the world beyond himself and Kagome. With fewer distractions he felt his remaining awareness more intensely. Time was stagnant in Kagome’s unwavering eyes. In, out; he had to remind himself as his world stood still. Blink, breathe.

She’d put her spell on him. It wouldn’t break until she moved and let time carry forward.

“Inuyasha,” she said.

She stood up as he leapt over the low table and pulled her into him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as he could. He drank in her smell; fainter than usual, but enough to inebriate him.

She grasped his arm, gesturing for them to move to the futon. Some nights when Kagome tugged him that way, Inuyasha would lift her in his arms and easily leap to their destination. Sometimes he landed so that she was in his lap and he could hold her there and breath her in until she was ready for more. But on new moon nights, Kagome led the way.

He undid the ties she wore, and she reciprocated. Their clothes splashed into puddles on the floor. She sat in the middle of the futon and Inuyasha laid over her, biting her ear. Normally he would flip Kagome on top of him, afraid he might crush her if she were below, but his human body could not contain his hanyou muscles, so he was light, and free as the wind to take whatever position he chose.

He pulled her left earlobe through his teeth, then traced a line with his tongue along the inner edges of her ear. On those nights he couldn’t perceive any earwax that normally would have bothered his sensitive smell; instead he breathed in what was now a deep earthy aroma. He tickled Kagome by pushing his nose right into her ear’s passage, taking full advantage of his temporary freedom from his own senses. She giggled.

He kissed the crook of her jaw, then her lips, then down her throat to the space between her breasts. He gripped her sides letting his nails leave imprints he knew would quickly fade, doing no damage to the soft skin below them.

He bit her nipples, toying with them until they stiffened fully. He paused there to rest his head on her chest, feeling her heart beat under his weight, listening to his name on her breath. He felt the pressure build between his hips as she ran her fingers through his raven hair. He lifted himself to make space for his growing arousal, then settled back down pressing into Kagome’s.

He ran his length along her, spreading her wetness, gently moaning with each movement, before he continued to kiss down her centre.

When he reached her tight patch of ringlets, he wet his fingers and began to massage each of her delicate folds, working inward. She moaned deeply and he put two fingers inside her, something normally too dangerous for him to attempt. He massaged her from the inside and used a finger of his free hand to rub her clit in time with his internal raking. He slowly dragged his fingers from the highest point he could reach, right down. He knew her favourite spot was a rippled area two inches in.

“Inuyasha,” she moaned.

He milked her sweet spot, keeping his timing steady between both hands until she started to rock and squeeze his fingers. She moaned his name again and covered him in her sweet-smelling ocean. He removed his hands, replacing them with his tongue which he used to tease her inner folds.

“Hey, that tickles!” she giggled.

He slithered back over her so they were face-to-face again. He angled himself to slide into her, sinking into her depths. Her rippling muscles pull him in as far as he could go.

They rocked to-and-fro in time with her waves. Squeeze. Release. For Inuyasha time stilled once more. The crackling fire in his loins stole all concept of space from him. All that existed were their bodies. His ears were filled with Kagome’s screams and sighs, his nose full of their mutual longing. His heart told him to stay here forever, but his coursing blood told him to keep going.

“Look at me, Kagome.”

Her eyes, tightly shut from the intense sensation blew open. They stared deeply into each other as Inuyasha started to thrust against her firm grip on him. He could drown peacefully in her eyes.

“Are you close again?”

“Getting there.”

He slowed back down to a gentle sway. No need to rush, they had all night.

Kagome reached a hand down, but Inuyasha caught it.

“Let me.”

He leaned to one side, freeing a hand to once again massage her. Still sensitive from her first release she started to cry out immediately, hitting Inuyasha’s ears like the howling winds of a summer storm. He slowed even more, hoping she would beg him to go faster. He leaned down to kiss her neck, and she responded by biting his shoulder.

“Oh! I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll heal tomorrow.” He kissed her, tasting the metallic tinge of his own blood. She hardly bit him and had never drawn blood before. Perhaps Kagome was also enjoying the power exchange of those nights.

Kagome never had to beg as the fire in Inuyasha eventually became so intense he had to speed up to prevent himself exploding in anticipation.

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and kissed him passionately. He thrust into her again and again until finally-

“Ahhhh!” they said in unison.

Inuyasha rolled over and watched Kagome walk away to clean herself up before they went to sleep. He wanted to watch her firm skin glowing in the moonlight, but his heavy eyelids shut against his will.

When Kagome went back to bed Inuyasha was already asleep, his expression one of complete peace.

She lay beside him and wrapped herself in his arms, letting sleep slowly take her. She loved these nights when she could relax and let Inuyasha take charge.

[stay-midnight]

shoot... uniforms... 😔 seungmin is so precious aaaa 🥺🦋 uH toji has a 15 yr old son (in 2018) and I'm just three yrs younger than his son so 🤡 literally sleep 😤 aRe yOu sUrE yOuRe a dOm 🤨⁉️lol use the hinata picture when you're thirsting over pictures of vocalracha 😗😳 ALSO I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING‼️so during the past school year, my school split the students into two cohorts cuz of covid but combined the cohorts for finals week, so I got to see a lot of ppl I've never met before. and there was this one kid and when he walked into the classroom I immediately got kenma vibes (but I thought he was a girl) so I was like, potential hot girl crush 🤨⁉️but then I heard his voice and I was like "dang it's not a girl but his voice is nice" (the bi energy is huge here lol). and my math class had already finished our final so we went downstairs and played volleyball and then he started playing much after we started and he was pretty good and his hair. hiS HAIR. drop the shampoo pls kind sir I want those silky locks too 😔😭 it's just so nice 😭✋ neways me and my friends decided to go to petsmart after school to go look at frogs and I saw him outside with his group of friends and his mask was down and since my eyesight is fucking terrible and the sun is annoying bright, I couldn't really get the full details of his face but I could at least tell that he was attractive 😌 bUt hE wOuLdNt sToP sTaRiNg aT mE liKe when me and my friends were getting into the car he just kept staring at me and I was like ayO?? but I didn't think too much ab it. BUT U WANT SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT??? HERE U GO. so I saw him again on Thursday of finals week which is also yearbook day and I rly am fucking blind cuz I didn't even notice that he was in my English class until two days after we had it 🤡 and the class I was in before gave us popsicles and u know what that means 💀 literally looking suggestive af for no reason 😀 so I was sucking on my oRaNgE popsicle and my mask was down obviously 🙄 AND HE TURNS TO LOOK AT ME RIGHT WHEN I WAS ALMOST DEEPTHROATING THAT SHIT AND WE MAKE EYE CONTACT AND I JUST WANTED TO PASS AWAY 😭😭😭😭 and I literally haven't seen him since that day but I can't get him out of my head cuz like, usually I would forget and be like, "it was nothing" buT soMe wEiRd phenomenon is going on here 😩 and I saw a tiktok the other day and it was like, "have u every just stared at someone and it felt comfortable? u don't look away because it just feels so natural to u?" and I was like yes how tf did u know cuz that's literally what happened when I was getting ready to go to petsmart and the tiktok said it was something like a past life soulmate idk but I was like, sUs but neways that's the tea –🐱

i hate uniforms, why can't i wear a crop top to school 🙄🖐️ /j Yes, Seungmin the definition of duality

I- bestie 👁️👄👁️ i mean go simp for what you simp ig but like the age diff- 👁️ sleep is for the weak 😭😩✊ YAs im a dom for bang chan atleast 😤. So like this huh- I’d use it like this-🤭

Thats a whole ass romance story- First of all yes- the ✨bi energy✨ and the kenma vibes too, he seems hot- but neways your simp side is also coming out- the FROGS- i- 👁️👄👁️ The stare thoo 😏 hehehehe thats sus. BESTIE NOT THE POPSICLE AHAHAHAH BYEE THIS IS WHY POPSICLES SHOULDN'T BE EATEN IN PUBLIC- also omfg if that was me I wouldve taken a bite out of that popsicle harshly, signalling that i am not afraid to bite off a di- anyways BESTIE GO GET HIM, FORGET THE TSUKKI LOOKING GUY- AND SHOOT FOR HIM- 😩😩😩😩✨✨

[cozycornerwritings]

hi!! for the match up thing i’m indian-american, 5’6”-5’8” naturally rapunzel-length, wavy hair (brownish), glasses, brown eyes, corner dimples, aquarius, i’m an ambivert, i love video games, editing, reading, writing, sleeping lol, and i’m not good at drawing but i like doodles and coloring. i love k-pop (casual listener) and some non-kpop songs & i love watching a lot of anime & reading BL 🕴🏻 & manga. i get closed off in groups because i get anxious and i get negative thoughts and how i’m probably not even wanted there bc of bad experiences. in public i can get suuuper anxious because i’m rlly sheltered bc of my parents and i get all shaky. same like in public w/o my parents like i get shaky and an anxiety / panic attack and want to cry. ive never experienced things bc of my family like ‘normal’ stuff like the beach, traveling, ice skating, movie theaters and stuff. i hate it and i dont have the best relationship with my family they can be really toxic sometimes and the whole anxiety thing and that makes me feel really depressive and su*cidal sometimes for a while. i love physical affection and being shown that or told words affirmation. but irl i get awkward and shy w physical affection bc ive never experienced it and idk how to do it. im good thru text, irl i can keep a convo going. thru calls i get shy and nervous, especially if it’s the opposite gender. my face gets red easily like i blush a lot and it’s not hard to make me flustered lol. when i get like that or don’t know how to respond i just giggle bc idk what to do or say. if im sad and going thru it i make jokes to cover it up and laugh it off, one time someone just asked ‘are you ok’ after i did and my voice cracked ‘no not really’ and i started crying 😃 i keep stuff to myself (unless i trust that person to tell them stuff nd open up to them) i do have trust issues and i’ve never rlly had friends irl my parents are strict and never let me go out. online i dont rly have much friends either. im rlly observant, and like descriptive / detailed as u can tell 😭 kinda sucks thoo because a lot of people don’t read what i say bc they said they cant b bothered n it’s too long but i just get rlly engrossed into things & dont half-ass stuff and just wanna explain everything properly 😭 i can be sassy and give attitude, and i can be mean. BUT i never do that to someone unless they did me dirty. i dont like arguing. that side of me can be shown thru arguments but only again like if the other person is doing the same and is being mean and disrespectful to me first. i do have a lot of patience and endure things until it’s become like a problem? i make sure to communicate. i never ignore people, i’m not petty unless i have a good reason if they did something to me. i’m really funny i swear 😭 and i can be emotional / sensitive depending on what it is but i know when someone is joking but i know when things are taken too far and i have boundaries. i take caution when meeting people bc trust issues so i’m not that clingy unless i 100% like can count on them and comfortable with them trust them etc. i like teasing friends but just for fun and won’t take it far and make them upset or anything. if i ever hurt someone which i make sure not to i feel super bad and apologize a lot and make sure to never do it again. i try to keep my cool to refrain keeping myself from getting mad but the times i have gotten mad are reasonable and it has to be something super upsetting for me, i dont get mad w/o reason though and i start to angry-cry and yell but i try not to say anything that ill regret and make sure to think of what im saying. i love memes, idk how to describe my humor tho 😭, i’m diligent and considerate! i try to show i care thru actions and words of affirmation and quality time etc. i make sure to remember important stuff someone tells me abt themselves. i have a really good memory i don’t forget things that easily. i care for others a lot and im trying to take care of myself more now too but it can be hard. i’m not a liar i can be really blunt and honest. SORRY ITS LONG 😭

I match you with..

Lemillion!

I’m a firm believer that understanding opposites can bring out the best in each other. Mirio helps you come out of your shell. He loves to stroke your hair, and sometimes playfully pulls it. He is your partner and your best friend, so doing thinks like Pictionary or playing games today are a common occurrence. Joking and cuddling turns into a must for the two of you and you discover how much you love your head pet. His dependable personality provides a safe place for you, and you get the chance to trust in someone fully.

He appreciates how you are careful to watch how you act when you are upset, but loves how full of emotion you are. Seeing you cry breaks him on the inside and he just wants to scoop you up into hugs. Knowing that you have that big goof there helps you with your social anxiety. If someone is talking too much to you and he sees you getting overwhelmed, he will skillfully direct conversation away from you. Mirio gets very protective of you around your family. He constantly holds your hand and you two have established a safe word in case you want to leave. Mirio is more than happy to scoop you into his arms and run away with you. He is so emotionally intelligent and sensitive with you that you feel so safe and secure. If you could use one word to describe him it would be ‘home’. For the first time in a long time you begin to realize what family is, it’s mirio.

Knowing that you haven’t tried many things, you two make an effort to try new experiences together. He often flirts with you, despite the fact you two are together. He brings out the more sexual side of you. You compliment him and flatter him. He loves how much you appreciate him. You two take care of each other and your time is full of laughs.

[rene-writes-or-tries-to-write]

How to Break John Winchester’s Nose: A fangirl’s guide

This was on my main, but I’m moving it here. 

                           - 7:36 PM, May 14, 2020, Pocatello, Idaho -

The road was empty. Nothing moved. Not even a breeze stirred the trees. As she watched, a speck rounded the corner. She narrowed her eyes. That was her mark. Time to go.

 The girl was tired, angry, and cold. She had been walking for hours, headed north toward Chubbuck. She had no true destination, just the need to get away. “Go for a walk,” they said. She’d been on more walks in the past couple of months than she had for the past year. She was bored of walks, and just wanted to go home. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have a home, not really. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice the wind pick up. Dead leaves, grass, and dandelion fluff whipped around her. It was only when a stick hit her arm that she looked up to see the vortex forming around her.

 “What the fu-” her words were cut off by a high pitched noise. A second later she was gone, and there was no trace that she had ever been there.

                             - 9:52 PM, June 3, 1996, Pocatello, Idaho –

John Winchester was headed out of town, eager to return to Sioux Falls to retrieve his boys. The day had been a long one, and he hadn’t had much incentive to sticking around town. The dark of the night settled around his truck, and he relaxed slightly in the driver’s seat. Plenty of open road awaited him, and the drive would take a couple of days, allowing him a couple of stops at bars, and the possibility of some company for a night. He put on some music and allowed his mind to wander.

 A half hour or so later, the ferocity of the wind brought him back. The wind was going crazy, seemingly forming a vortex. Immediately, all traces of relaxation disappeared from John Winchester. He slammed the brakes to avoid the funnel, grabbed his gun, and reached for the door.

 The wind stopped. Leaves and sticks fell to the ground. In the center of it all stood a girl, looking to be somewhere around the age of fifteen. She was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt and scarf. She spun on her heel, absorbing her surroundings. She stopped when her eyes landed on the truck. John took this as his cue to exit said truck, gun hidden beneath his jacket.

 “Hey there,” he said, not wanting to startle her.

 “Hel-” she froze, getting her first good look at him. She sucked a breath in. John hesitated, weighing his next move. Before he came to a decision, a fist connected with his nose. He reeled back, cursing, and pressed a hand to his bleeding nose. Barely giving him a second to process the fact that the punch had been thrown with good technique and with a surprising amount of power, she followed it up with a sidekick. John dodged out of the way and fumbled for his gun. He had barely managed to pull it free when the side of the girl’s foot connected with it, sending the gun flying toward the side of the road. Her foot finished its arc, landing behind her in a fighting stance, only to spring off immediately to round kick him in the head. He blocked it and returned fire with a right hook, which she blocked. He followed the right hook with an uppercut, which she didn’t block. A rush of air left her. John didn’t give her time to recover, using the precious few seconds he had to grab the silver knife from his jacket and slash at her face. She responded quickly, but not quick enough, allowing the knife to slash across her arm. She grimaced at the cut, but didn’t display a worse reaction, which threw John for a loop. Given her mysterious appearance in the middle of the road, the way she had seemed to recognize him, and the immediate, well-coordinated attack, he had expected her to be, well, not human. Still, silver didn’t rule everything out.

 The girl, meanwhile, had retreated to John’s truck and was clutching her injured arm, hissing. She looked up at John warily, evidently expecting an attack. His next actions surprised both him and her. He strode over and held out his hand.

 “The name’s John Winchester. Can I get the name of the chick that just broke my nose?”

 The girl hesitated. She didn’t particularly trust John, but the mere fact that he existed… what harm could telling him her name do anyway?

 “Clara. I’d apologize for the broken nose but it’d be a lie.”

 “OK, Clara, you wanna let me take a look at that arm?”

 “You’re the one who cut it, why should I let you anywhere near it?”

 “I’ve got a med kit?”

 “….Fine.”

 John went around the truck to grab the med kit from the trunk, and also to avoid having the kid see the weapons in the back. A few minutes saw the kid’s arm cleaned and bandaged.

 “Well, I can’t leave you out here. Get in, I’ll take you home.”

 She snorted. “Home? Yeah, good luck with that.”

 “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “Best to just show you,” she said, climbing into the truck, leaving John to get to the driver’s seat.

 “Where to?”

 “Hmmm? Oh, right,” she paused. “Pocatello, Idaho.”

 John simply nodded and drove, leaving the questioning for later.

                            - 11:38 PM, June 3, 1996, Pocatello, Idaho –

Clara had spent the last hour or so having her entire world turned on its head. She had been kidnapped by a cyclone (of all the clichés!), found by John Winchester, cut by John Winchester, treated by John Winchester, and driven by John Winchester. She’d broken his (John Winchester’s!) nose. She couldn’t stop running his name through her head on repeat, a fair reaction given that an hour ago the man had been a fictional character. She had no regrets about her initial reaction, as she felt wholeheartedly that the man deserved a broken nose, hell, she thought he deserved worse. He was a shitty father, not that great of a husband, and a terrible person in general. She did have some lingering doubts about letting him drive her anywhere. In the end, she figured, she could explain some of the truth, seeing as she likely didn’t legally exist in this universe yet.

She played with the ends of her scarf, nervous about his reaction. A sudden thought hit her, and she immediately zipped up her jacket to hide the Supernatural t-shirt she had on underneath, and tried to subtly rearrange her scarf to hide the slightly modified anti-possession symbols on the ends and the large, all caps “WINCHESTER BROTHERS” on it. John took notice and cranked the heat up.

“Cold?”

“Not anymore. Could we get some tunes?”

John reached behind them and grabbed a cassette tape at random, sliding it in. Zep’s Immigrant Song hit them at full volume, and Clara smirked, thinking of Thor: Ragnorak. The smirk disappeared a second later, when she realized that the MCU had yet to be introduced, much less developed to the point of Ragnorak. She felt slightly faint.

“You okay there?” 

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Perfectly fine. A bit thirsty.”

John took the opportunity to hand her the holy water, a move she had anticipated. She took a sip.

“Tastes a bit odd. Is it from some well in the middle of nowhere?” She drank some more. 

John had been watching her reaction closely, and was a tad bit startled.

“N-No, just a motel.”

He handed her a generously salted sandwich. 

“Here, you must be hungry.”

She took a large bite of it, then paused.

“Thoo much thalt,” she stated, mouth full. Swallowing the mouthful, she continued, “not enough meat.”

 “You’re human,” John blurted, surprised.

 “Well yeah, what’d you expect, three rats in a trench?”

 John forced a laugh.

 “You never know. So, mind telling me why you broke my nose before you even finished sayin’ hello?”

 “Oh, that’s easy. I find myself on a lonely stretch of road in the dark, alone but for a large black truck and a big guy, who judging by his stance, is ex-military, Marine if I had to guess, who is tense, likely trigger happy, and armed, going off of the glint of metal from his belt and the lump in his jacket, so logically, I get him before he can get me. You wouldn’t have been the first guy to jump me, and I learned my lesson pretty quickly after the first two times.”

 John’s mouth was hanging open, something Clara found quite amusing. Her explanation, of course, wasn’t the truth. Well, not the whole truth anyhow. She had been jumped before, and it was distinctly not pleasant. She knew he was an ex-Marine, not from his stance, but from knowledge brought from a totally different universe, from what she could guess.

 “I-I wasn’t going to attack you!” he said defensively.

 “Sure. Better safe than sorry though.”

 As she said that, the black truck rumbled to a stop in front of a no-tell motel. John got out, then turned around and asked, “ya comin’ or what, kid?”

 Clara slid out of the truck, dropping to the ground.

 “Why, and I cannot emphasize this enough, the actual fuck is this thing so high up?”

 “To make you complain. Hurry up, it actually is cold out here.” With that, he turned on his heel and marched into the lobby.

 The poor kid at the desk was awoken by John Winchester’s fist pounding the desk. They got one room, two queens.

 The moment Clara’s head hit the pillows she was out. Or so John assumed. She watched through mostly shut eyes as he methodically checked and cleaned his gun, then salted above the door and the windows. He finally crashed an hour after she’d “gone to sleep”. She waited another half hour, then allowed the darkness to drag her away from the land of the living.

                            - 6:43 AM, June 4, 1996, Pocatello, Idaho –

John Winchester awoke to the smell of coffee and bagels, and the sounds of an unfamiliar person moving about his room. Keeping his eyes shut, he inched his hand under his pillow, reaching for the familiar weight of his gun.

 And found nothing.

 A voice cut through the slight panic in his mind.

 “Looking for this?”

 John opened his eyes to see a fifteen year old girl standing above him, holding his gun. The events of the previous night came rushing back. He sighed, rubbed his eyes, and sat up, reaching out a hand to take the gun back. She set it in his palm, reached behind herself, and presented a cup of coffee.

“No idea how you take it, but I figured you might need some if we were gonna get an early start.”

 “Two things: I take it with two creams, no sugar, and how’d you pay for this?”

 “Noted, and I borrowed some money from your wallet. Drink up, I got you a bagel, you can eat it on the way.”

 “…On the way to what exactly?”

 “To show you that I don’t exist yet, genius.”

 John had yet to drink the coffee, and thus did not really process her words or the fact that he was being bossed around by a teenaged girl.

 Twenty minutes saw John caffeinated, fed, and in the truck on the way to Clara’s high school to get at the student records. It was at this point that he remembered her nonsensical statement.

 “What the hell do you mean you don’t exist yet?”

 “Oh. Um. Right. So while I was out this morning, I grabbed the paper. The date’s the 4th of June, 1996.”

 “Yeah, and?”

 She sucked in a breath. “And I was born February 3, 2005.”

 Silence.

 “Come again?”

 “I was born Feb-”

 “No, I heard you. I just don’t see how that’s possible.”

 “Hey, I assume you saw that cyclone. It pulled me out of May 2020, on the road out of Pocatello.”

 “And you aren’t freaking out why, exactly?”

 “I watch a very weird tv show.”

 “So we’re going to your high school why?”

 “To show you I’m not on the records. But you’ll likely find Daddy Dearest on there.” The way she said “Daddy Dearest” was full of bitterness and loathing. John stored that away for later.

 “Right.”

 They spent the rest of the ride in silence. Upon arriving at the school, both of them slipped seamlessly into their roles. John, a tired single father, and Clara, his smart but shy daughter. The principal let them into her office, asking them a multitude of questions regarding their supposed move, Clara’s previous education, John’s job, their home situation, Clara’s fictional deceased mother. Fortunately for them, they both had plenty of experience lying on their toes. The moment the principal left to deal with a fight that Clara had set up on her way in by stealing one kid’s lunch and putting it in another kid’s bag, they were out of their seats, searching for the records. Clara started rifling through the drawers, while John seated himself in front of the computer. Four minutes later, John was clicking through student records and Clara was standing behind him.

 “No Claras in here.”

 “Probably because that’s a fake name. Try Rachel Fusson.”

 “No Rachels, but there are a whole slew of Fussons. Currently enrolled are Owen and Daniel.”

 “Owen’s the old man.”

 Footsteps told of the principal’s approach. John quickly exited the file and shut the computer down, while Clara scrambled to close all the cabinets. They both slid into their seats a moment before she opened the door and attempted to look innocent. The principal apologized for the interruption and continued her interrogation. It took them half an hour to escape her clutches.

                             - 8:36 AM, June 4, 1996, Pocatello, Idaho –

Clara had woken that morning drenched in a cold sweat. Upon realizing that there was no immediate danger, she had relaxed and turned to the clock. 4:22 AM. The fuck was she supposed to do at 4 AM? She glanced to her right and saw another occupied bed. John Winchester. Right. She was no longer in the middle of a global pandemic, nor was she anywhere close to her home universe. She wasn’t terribly upset about being pulled out of a world where she couldn’t hug her friends, or even really see them. She also wasn’t terribly upset about being yanked away from her relatives, seeing as they were fairly dedicated to beating her down in every way possible. They had belittled her, toyed with her emotions, and, depending on the “transgression”, beat her. She did, however, miss her friends, her pets, and her girlfriend. Fuck. What would they think had happened? A snore jolted her out of her thoughts.

 “Focus,” she hissed to herself.

 First order of business: coffee and food. She got up, putting 15 years of sneaking into use to grab John’s wallet, his gun, and her shoes. She slipped out the front door and went in search of a coffee shop. Half an hour of wandering brought her to a hole-in-the-wall run by a guy wearing more layers than a Winchester and sporting a mustache the size of Texas. She bought two cups of coffee, two bagels, and the paper. She grabbed a couple of cups cream and some sugar for John, and headed back to the motel. She’d downed half her coffee and most of her bagel (and made her bed) when he started inching his hand toward his pillow in search of his gun. She made her way over to him.

 Second order of business: get some food and coffee into John Winchester and then get him to the high school to show him the records and prove her case about being from 2020. She grinned at the panicked expression on the hunter’s face at finding no gun, holding up said gun and asking him if he was looking for it. Another half hour saw them safely arrived at the school, with John informed of her current predicament. Knowing they’d need a distraction, she put the shipper eyes to work, immediately spotting two boys with so much unresolved sexual tension between them that it’d turned to animosity from what she could see. She nabbed the taller one’s lunchbox, slipping it into the other one’s backpack. She hoped they’d get their heads out of their asses soon, but not soon enough to unravel her plan (everyone who said shipping was a waste of time and energy could suck it).

 After the principal left, Clara sprung for the drawers, having no idea how to work the old computer (John really wasn’t much better). She scanned through the files, seeing detention slips, complaints, and write-ups, but no records.

 “Hey.” John had found the records.

 Forty-five minutes later, they were back at the motel.

 “Okay, so lemme get this straight-” started John.

 Clara snorted. “Good luck with that.”

 John squinted, not getting it. He continued, “you were born in 2005, you came from the year 2020, and you can fight better than a lot of the “professionals” I know. Who the fuck are you, Clara? Or should I call you Rachel?”

 “Let’s stick with Clara. I’m just a kid from Pocatello. I can fight, because, like I said, I’ve been jumped before. Once was enough, so I learned to fight so next time I wouldn’t be helpless. Why are you taking the time travel thing so well? You didn’t freak out, just questioned the hows and whys.”

 “I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit, kid.” With that, he stood up and started packing the few things he’d unpacked the night before.

 Clara sat and watched him, having nothing of her own to pack.

 “Let’s go,” said John, moving out the door.

Chapter two here: X

[kpop---scenarios]

Because of You

A/N: This was a commissioned request by @making-me-blush! This is the first Part of 3! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing yet. Flirting. Next chapter will be smut thoo.

Flying was one of your favorite things to do. You loved the feeling of being in the air and going to a new place. The fact that you could be in an almost entirely different world within hours had always amazed you. You’d been fascinated with other cultures since you were little, and you had your mind made up since then that you would be a flight attendant.

Nobody thought you would do it. Nobody thought that you would stick it out. You had a habit of quitting things when they were hard, you would admit it. However, you wouldn’t quit this. This was something you’d wanted for years and no matter how hard it was you were going to succeed.

And you did. And you fucking loved it. You loved meeting new people from all over the world. You loved helping them, putting a smile on their face and easing their worries when things in the sky got rocky.

You also didn’t mind seeing all the fine men that boarded your plane. You were very much single, it’s not like you had never dated – you did. They just never stuck. There was always something that was a deal breaker that came to light a few months of being together and you were tired of it. Looking instead had it’s benefits, you got to appreciate and use your imagination later. Your imagination never left you unsatisfied.

Today you were heading to L.A from Hong Kong – a 14 hour flight a head of you. As the passengers were boarding, you were kneeling down trying to shove as many cans of pop into the cart as you could so you didn’t have to fill it up again, when one rolled out from the compartment, stopping against someone’s shoe. Turning your head, you notice a very attractive man bending over to pick it up, his bicep flexing as he has the can in his grip.

As he stands up, your eyes follow him up to his face where you could have honestly just jumped him in front of everyone. This man had the face of an angel. You didn’t know how anyone could look at him and not die from it. He slowly walks towards you, kneeling in front of you and hands you the can.

“Here you go" he says, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“T-thank you" you stutter, your eyes still wide and staring at him.

He gives you a small wink before standing up to take his seat. Right in the front in first class. How are you going to make it 14 hours with this god like creature staring at you?

**

A few hours had slowly gone by and you have tried to do your absolute best to keep yourself distracted and focused on work, instead of that beautiful man. Every time you walk by his row, you face your head the other way to avoid eye contact with him. You’re not sure how it happened but he’s affected you and that rarely happens.

You can hear him let out a small chuckle, as if he knows your purposely ignoring him.

“Excuse me, miss?” you hear. It’s him. You let out an internal sigh before turning to face him.

“Yes sir? How may I help you?” you ask with your best professional smile.

“May I have another drink?” he asks, with a small smirk. He knows he’s got you fucked up, he knows.

Clenching your jaw, you give him a small nod and head to the front to get him another drink.

**

The moment the plane touches the asphalt, you can feel your nerves slowly fading away. Never in your years if being a flight attendant have you ever been this shitty and distracted on a flight. You didn’t know who this man was, and you wanted to know, but you knew you couldn’t.

You could tell just by looking at him he was a little more than a few years younger than you. Not that there was anything wrong with being with someone younger, but you’d gone down that road before and it never ended well, for anyone.

This trip exhausted you. You wanted nothing more than to have something to eat and go the fuck to sleep. You were spending a few days in L.A this time and luckily for you, your hotel was connected to the airport. You slowly strolled your way through the airport, thinking of what you wanted to eat when a nice red and white light up sign caught your eye. The Cove flashed in front of your face. You peaked in, noticing it was rather empty, you decided to go for it. You needed something now.

The waitress sat you at a small table for two, taking away any extra cutlery and glasses. You ordered their largest glass of wine before opening the menu. A few minutes later she places your wine in front of you and asks you if you’re ready to order, which you’re not and you tell her.

Your eyes are so focused on the menu, your mind being so indecisive, you didn’t notice someone being seated in front of you, a few tables away. You’d finally decided on a pasta dish, and looked up to find the waitress.

Instead of finding her eyes, your met with a pair of familiar eyes. Ones from the plane. The man smirks as he sees your face change from shocked to confused to subtly licking your lips.

The waitress approaches your table, you tell her what you want but your eyes never leave the face of the man who is looking right back at you.

Bashfully, you lower your eyes, feeling like you stared for too long. Yet you peak up again , unable to look away for very long. Within seconds and his eyes are locked on you. Taking your bottom lip into your mouth, you give it a small bite before releasing it.

The next few minutes are spent with intense eye contact which is broken when your pasta is placed in front of you. You’re not even hungry for food anymore. You’d much rather have his cock in your mouth instead.

You clench your pussy in an attempt to relieve the throbbing that is happening. Trying to push the thought of his hands allover your dark, smooth skin, leaving no area left untouched. You’re trying not to think about the way his mouth would feel sucking on your nipples, moving down your stomach and in-between your thick thighs. You let out a small moan.

You shake your head, shaking out all the thoughts that made you actually, physically moan in the restaurant. You open your eyes and look at the man who is staring at you with one eyebrow arched. Your cheeks flush and burn, you feel a little embarrassed. You don’t know this man. You’ve said maybe two words to him, that’s not enough to be day dreaming about him fucking the life out of you.

You wonder if his cock is large.

No. Stop.

Quickly you pick up your fork, spinning some noodles around it before very slowly putting it in your mouth. Your eyes still on him, and his on you. He licks his lips as you suck the noodles from the fork, clearly teasing him.

For someone who wasn’t hungry for food, you’d finished every last bite and barely realized it. You were so captivated by him that it felt like everything else in the world was passing in fast motion while the two of you were in slow motion.

You break contact with him, standing up to leave and pay for your meal. You can’t be around him, or you might end up doing something you shouldn’t be doing. You don’t feel like going to jail for sucking a cock in public.

Looking over your shoulder, you get one more look before walking out of the restaurant and heading to your room.

**

A few hours later you wake up, its still dark. Looking over at the clock, you groan thinking about how late it still is and how much more sleep you could get, yet your body feels rested.

You know there’s not much you can do at 2am, well not much that you actually would like to do. While thinking, your mind wanders to the man who has invaded your brain. You wonder what he’s doing, if he’s thinking of you, like you are.

You get up, sliding your feet into the slippers you set beside your bed and picking up the robe you tossed over the back of the chair.

Grabbing your key, you head down to the stairwell, hoping that maybe using the stairs will tire you out enough while you head down a few floors to the vending machine.

Your mind wonders as you skip down the stairs, your hand sliding down the railing. Your eyes are open but your mind is elsewhere, until you slam into a hard chest.

Your eyes wide, you begin apologizing profusely.

“It’s fine.” The man chuckles. “please don’t worry about it"

You look up at the face of the man talking, and because the universe seems to hate you, it’s the man from the plane and the restaurant and your panties are wet, again.

“Alright, well sorry again" you day before moving around him to now run down the rest of the stairs.

“Where are you going?” he asks, spinning around to face you.

“For a walk” you say.

“Why don’t you walk me to your room?" he asks with a smile. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about me fucking you for the last almost 24 hours” he says, checking his watch. “I heard your moan" he whispers.

You stand there with your mouth hanging open. You’d had one night stands before. Meeting someone in a club and taking them home. But this felt oddly different, more intimate.

But you were here for it.

“Right this way" you say with a smile, moving past him to walk back up the stairs. Once the two of you were in the hallway, you could feel him closely behind you.

Standing in front of your door, his chest is pressed against you, along with his very hard erection.

You shake as you finally unlock the door, opening it wide and walking in.

He closes the door behind him, you walking forward before turning to face him.

“You’ve been fucking teasing me all day" he growls, taking a step closer to you.

“Me? I would never” you smirk, taking a step back from him.

“Oh I think you would" he says taking off his shirt, revealing his very toned stomach.

You let out a small moan at the sight of him.

“You’re a goddess and deserve to be treated as such" he says.

“How can you know what I deserve? You don’t even know my name. You know nothing about me" you say.

“I know your name, y/n" he smiles. “You had a name tag on the plane. I may not know anything about you, yet – but I know how to treat a goddess.” He pauses.

You don’t say anything.

“Let me show you" he growls before walking towards you, crashing his lips onto yours.

[pinkjxckson]

rules– answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better

tagged by: @yoongisbub (thank u a lot bby!) 💓💞💗🎀💘💖💝

1. nickname(s): well my full name is faye-emily and the closest i’ve ever had 2 a nickname is just people calling me faye?? thats it really!! (i wish i had one thoo!)

2. zodiac sign: ♎️

3. Height: ummm like 165cm or something like that (5ft4?? or 5ft5??) i really have no idea tbh..

4. Last movie I watched: outlaw king (2018) - its set in the 14th century and tells the story of robert the bruce (played by chris pine) vvvvvv good!! 10/10 would recommend  ⭐️

5. Last thing I googled: “pet peeve synonym” - asdfffaksksksksks idek how to explain that 🌝

6. Favourite musician(s): got7, ravi, sunmi, blackpink, jackson wang (obvs lol), seventeen, liam payne, nct, lay, exo, twice, jay park, pristin, 2ne1, zion.t, bts, block b, exid, zico, hyuna, gdragon, the weeknd, ikon, the rose, hoody, cigarettes after sex, harry styles, 1975 and many more!!

7. Song stuck in my head: come back home - 2ne1 & i dont need a man - miss a (ahem..so bops only)

8. Other blogs: nope i used to have another one that had some name along the lines of ribbons&rainbows or smth like that?? (i remember there being loads of kisses in the name ?) but i have no idea what happened to it lololol. well acutally i have a b&w blog but only da select few r allowed 2 see that...invites only (literally its a mess and i’ve had it for years so u don’t wanna see it!! it aint cute like this blog!!)

9. Following: 707

Followers: 57

10. Do I get asks: i got one...once maybe?

11. Amount of sleep: 7 hours depending on whether i go to sleep or just mess around - like randomly deciding to sort out my life at 3am or finishing reading a book or smth like that.

12. Lucky number: i don’t think so but when i was in primary school i used to love the number 15 for some reason so maybe 15??

13. What I’m wearing: black “drive me like i do” t shirt w/ black frilly & flowery shorts and pink socks!! 🌸

14. Dream job: no idea but maybe something to do with travelling or art or photography bc i love all those things a lot. 

15. Dream trip: literally just flying to italy and staying there for like 3 months driving around and sightseeing n stuff!!!!! i loooove italy and i wanna live there one day!! 🇮🇹

16. Favourite food: any type of fruit, raspberry sorbet & iced black coffee 

17. Instruments played: urgh none!! i wish i could thoooo!!

18. Languages: english

19. Favourite songs: (this is gonna be long rip to anyone reading this) dawn of us - jackson wang, sun & moon - nct 127, moon u - got7, she's in the rain - the rose,  fallingforyou - the 1975, as if its your last - blackpink, now or never - sf9, been through - exo, baby don’t stop - nct u, over n over - pristin, you were beautiful - day6, just right - got7, if i didnt care - the ink spots, without you - gdragon ft rosé, save me - bts, moon - jonghyun, don't forget - ikon, focus on me - jus2, a few years later - block b, crazy on you - heart, why - hoody,  signal - twice, view - shinee  face - got7,  hope not - blackpink, tokyo - rm,  girls girls girls - got7, dramarama - monsta x, one way - block b, runway - joohoney, all i wanna do - jay park, universe - exo, boss - nct u, get it - pristin v, robbers - the 1975, kangaroo - wanna one, lip & hip - hyuna, girl front - loona, paradise - got7, she’s a baby - zico, dalla dalla - itzy, honeymoon ave - ariana g, one and only you - got7, i want u - mustb, stay - blackpink, unititled (2014) - gdragon, oxygen - jackson wang, you & i - frank sinatra, spring day - bts, everything happens  2 me - chet baker, love is so nice - jonghyun, i love you - dean, hypey - lai kuanlin ft jackson wang, lotto - exo, 7th sense - nct u, moon, 12:04am - offonoff, night rather than day - exid, home - seventeen aaaandd many many many more loool sorry abt that.

20. Random Fact: i have watched the first avengers movie so many times at this point i think the script is just written on my brain - like i looove that movie so damn much!! no matter how “flawed” it may be to fans // critics i love it more than any of the other movies and i could recite it 2 u rn if u asked..(im rlly not joking)

21.Aesthetic: pink everything!!! nature n rain n cats n calming music & mosting importantly....pink!! 🌱💖🌷🌻💗💓🌸💞💘🌼💕☁️✨🎀

I tag: @squishieseunie @maplelattaes @moonlikejae @arsamor @6oct @harleswang @yugisoo @peachyyugy @mycalicocatcaughtinalie @x2jae @ohyoungjae @mcnlight @starryeyedwonder

[phandomsecretvalentines]

Love; not wrong (brave)

Happy valentines day 💞💞 i hope u have a great day, where ever you are and whatever you do.

This is litteraly just 4k words of fluffy stuff (although phil’s lowkey drunk in one of the prompts, nothing happens other than him ranting about how perfect dan is, but if you dont like that stuff its the 14th. Theres also a few loose mentions of depression and feelings of anxiety but nothing dan and phil dont say themselves. Also swearing bcuz dan. Happy endings thoo, i mean its just oneshots lmao). I hope you like it tho it was v fun to write. All the prompts are from @inlovesuggest (i got their permisson).

(Also the numbers at the begining of some of them like “[10]” are what year it takes place in, if i think its important to include. If thats not there it can take place whenever makes sense but probably 2017/18)

Yeahhh hope you enjoy! @dan-matian (from @butterscotchwithwhitemalteasers)

(I’ll stop overexplaining now) ———- ———- ❝ i have a feeling im gonna love you for a long long time ❞ ———- [09] ———- It was the day after when Phil realised he might be in love.

After the anticipation, after the endless butterflies, after the sunset Skybar dates.

They were lying on Phil’s family sofa together, rewatching episodes of Buffy in comfortable silence. Dan’s head was laying on Phil’s chest as Phil ran his fingers through Dan’s hair, it was curling at the tips now.

Dan started giggling at some cheesy joke, and hid his smile in his hands. His red patch flared up, his dimples grew, eyes crinkled. He did have a pretty laugh.

Phil titled his head and gave Dan a look.

“I’m not laughing! Shut up.” Dan’s face turned red-rose as he pushed it inside Phil’s shirt.

Phil couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face.

“You were. But I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You’re kinda cute,”

“Oh.”

Dan’s face got even more rosy, if that was possible.

“And I think I might love you.” ———- ❝ The sound of your voice makes me realize everything is ok, as long as I’m by your side. ❞ ———- [16] ———- Even after years of doing tours and books, Phil still felt nervous on stage.

Thousands of people watching him live, expecting, hoping.

He knew they loved him, but that didn’t console the pit in his stomach whenever he was about to step on.

What did help, however, was Dan.

Dan being there. His slightly posh voice, his half-confident-half-slacking posture. His arm, brushing against Phil’s, as he rushed off to go do something; or just so they could touch for a brief moment.

It was almost time to head on. Phil could hear the audience and the pre-show music Dan set, he could feel the anticipation in the air.

Unlike Dan, Phil was a shy kid. He didn’t do drama, he didn’t preform. This wasn’t him.

Dan’s fingers loosely touched against Phil’s arm, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“We go on in five.”

Phil smiled nervously.

“Okay.”

“We’ll be fine.”

As long as they’re together. ———- ❝ when it works out, love is incredible. it’s not overrated; there’s a reason for all the songs ❞ ———- [16] ———- Before the past years, Dan had never cared for love songs.

It’s not that he thought they were bad, or that he wouldn’t listen to them, he just found them rather unrelatable and boring. How many times does one have to listen to someone sing about the touch of another person?

But then he fell in love.

Truly, truly fell in love. Not teenage romance, not a Saturday night hookup, not an unrequited crush. True, mutual, comfortable love.

And he found himself relating to the songs he found so boring.

Suddenly, every overplayed radio song was about Phil.

Every ‘his lips tasted like candy’ was about the specific sweet-sour wine of Phil’s lips on a loud Friday night and a calm Wednesday morning.

Every 'I could spend forever with you’ was not an over exaggeration, but rather, true.

Why wouldn’t he spend forever with Phil? It just made sense.

Every love song made sense.

He had girlfriends before, and a boyfriend too. But Phil was the first one to ever make him realise why people wished to be in love. ———- ❝ when i say “i love you” it’s not out of habit, it’s to remind you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me ❞ ———- Compared to other people, maybe Dan and Phil didn’t say 'I love you’ much.

They decided, after a while, they’d rather show it.

So maybe Phil wouldn’t always say 'I love you’ before bed, but he would cook dinner more days a week than Dan.

He would take care of Dan when Dan couldn’t take care of himself. Phil would always cover anything for Dan, because he knew sometimes he needed it, even if he didn’t say.

He would make sure Dan got home safe, even when he only went out for milk. He’d even go out and get milk for Dan, if he was feeling far too overwhelmed to leave home that day.

And yeah, Dan might not always whisper 'I love you’ during early morning breakfasts, but he would take care of Phil when he was feeling poorly.

He would do more editing for the gaming channel, and he cleaned up the house far more. He tried to do most of their paperwork, because it often stressed Phil.

He would put his cereal in the same place every time, even when Phil always stole it.

But sometimes they would say I love you.

Sometimes, they would wake up and breathe it into each other’s ear.

Sometimes, they would make dinner and hum, in a tone, “I lovvveeee youuuuuuuu,” while putting it on the table.

Sometimes, they would sneak up behind each other while they edited, and scream it so loud that the other jumped off the sofa.

Sometimes, Phil would whisper it to Dan when Dan was too depressed to care.

Sometimes, Dan would mutter it to Phil when he was already far past asleep.

But they both always knew. ———- ❝ those knowing looks you give me from across the room are enough to make me want to stay in this place ❞ ———- Dan hated business meetings.

He hated going outside, he hated going into a building full of near-strangers, he hated talking to said strangers, he hated trying to understand complicated business concepts at far-too-early o'clock.

He wanted to leave.

Phil insisted, always, that he could go alone. It would be fine. Dan didn’t need to be there, and he didn’t mind.

Dan never took him up on the offer, he wasn’t that selfish.

So there he was, a Monday afternoon, looking out the window and bored out of his mind. He felt like he was in secondary school again; complicated concepts, boring statistics, and an unfocused mind. What was even so much better as an adult?

Dan felt Phil nudge his knee with a foot.

“You okay?” He whispered.

Right. That’s what was better. He had Phil.

“Yeah, just bored.”

“Me too, but there’s only fourty minutes left. You’ll be fine.”

Not for the first time, Dan admired Phil’s sensibility to always bring a watch to meetings.

They had both agreed that checking your phone looked quite rude, but checking a £3 Hello Kitty watch was a lot more subtle.

“Thanks.”

Phil gave Dan a small smile from across the table, and suddenly, maybe business meetings with Phil weren’t the worst place he could be. ———- ❝ we were dancing like idiots in the parking lot to our favourite bands people were staring but your dumb smile was enough to make me not care. ❞ ———- [10] ———- //“Change, Everything you are And everything you were”//

Dan never thought he would be the one slow-dancing in a parking lot at one in the morning, but apparently love mixed with sleepless nights is a hell of a drug.

//“Your number has been called Fights, battles have begun Revenge will surely come Your hard times are ahead”//

'Butterflies and Hurricanes’ played in the background, music surrounding them. It wasn’t a favourite Muse song for either of them, but it was perfect for the night.

Phil wasn’t the best dancer, Dan could admit. But neither was he, really. And it didn’t matter. They were together.

//“Best, You’ve got to be the best You’ve got to change the world”//

People were watching them, judging, or just confused. He was sure.

But when he looked up and saw Phil’s tired smile, and felt a soft kiss press his lips, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

And so they danced, a Saturday night, in a parking lot, to a Muse song.

//“And you use this chance to be heard Your time is now”//

And Dan had never felt so content. ———- ❝ maybe i could become a morning person if my mornings started next to you ❞ ———- [11] ———- It was no secret that Phil wasn’t a morning person.

Usually, he needed at least two cups of coffee and a bowl of cereal before you could even think about talking to him.

However, when he woke up with a sleeping Dan next to him, he found it hard to feel annoyed.

Dan was wrapped all around Phil, hand clutching his shirt tightly, their legs intertwined. His mouth was slightly opened, and although he didn’t snore, Phil could hear his soft breath.

He looked so young sometimes.

Dan started to open his eyes, having felt Phil’s body move.

“Mhmm?”

“Dan, I can’t reach my phone.”

Dan’s face scrunched up in distaste, “Don’t need it. 'Have me.”

Dan pulled Phil tightly into a half-hug, pinning him back down under the blankets.

He nuzzled his head into Phil’s neck, closing his eyes as his breathing steadied out again.

Maybe Phil didn’t actually mind mornings that much. ———- ❝ your laugh reminds me of all the good in the world ❞ ———- [15] ———- Dan had always loved Phil’s laugh.

From old videos, to Skype, to in person, to on the sofa next to him at three in the afternoon.

They were playing Mario Cart 8, and Dan wasn’t having the best luck. Despite being arguably worse, Phil had won every round so far, or at least gotten ahead of Dan.

Dan had managed to fling himself off the track entirely— for the fifteenth time that day— and Phil was laughing so hard Dan worried he might burst.

Dan’s favourite laugh of Phil’s.

His tounge-through-teeth laugh, where he tried to cover it with his hands but always gave in, ending up with smile lines and blushed cheeks.

Dan couldn’t stop staring. He had caused that.

He knew it was just a game of Mario Cart, that he made Phil laugh an endless amount of times, but occasionally it just hit him.

Not to romanticize, but Dan swore Phil’s laugh sounded like actual angels. It sounded like young children playing while their parents looked on; like every good thing to ever have existed, all at once. It reminded him of what happiness felt like.

“You okay Dan?”

Dan hadn’t realised how long he’d been staring for.

“Yeah. By the way, I like your laugh. Sounds nice.”

“Odd compliment, but thanks.” ———- ❝ wrapped in your arms, I feel so safe and calm. ❞ ———- Today had been a day.

Paperwork got mixed up, a venue had a miscommunication and lost a row of seats, and Phil’s birthday was in less than a week.

It was a lot for Dan at once, and he was so fucking tired.

“Phil! I need your help looking this over.”

Phil was on the phone, ordering dinner.

'Can it wait?’ He mouthed silently.

Dan shook his head violently. He was just about fed up.

Phil rolled his eyes, and muttered 'Be right back, emergency.’ into his phone.

“Alright, what?”

Dan squeezed his eyes shut tightly, shaking his head.

“I don’t know. Wait— Yes. I do know. It just is a bit blurry, in my head. Since I’m tired. Can you just explain what they said to call them for I’m really tired.”

Phil looked softly at Dan.

“It’s okay to take a break, Dan. It’s late. We can have dinner and go to bed or watch a movie.”

“No, I need this done tonight. You don’t understand. I need it perfect.”

“Not everything needs to be perfect.”

“Yes! Shit, yes. It does—”

Dan was exhausted.

Phil hugged Dan.

Dan eased into Phil’s embrace, hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m tired,”

“I know.”

“And so stressed.”

Phil kissed Dan’s forehead.

“I know, let’s lie down.”

Phil grabbed his phone, finished ordering their food, and lay on the sofa with Dan.

Dan nudged into Phil’s arms, closing his eyes.

Phil lightly kissed him, and held him closer.

“You can nap for a bit, if you want. The food is fourty minutes away. I’ll be here.”

Dan sighed contently.

“Thank you.” ———- ❝ my hands are cold, would you mind holding them? ❞ ———- [11] ———- “It’s snowing.”

Dan and Phil were sitting on Phil’s balcony, sipping hot coco.

“It is,”

“It’s cold.” Dan smiled innocently at Phil.

“Yes? Do you need mittens? I think I have a pair—”

“Can you hold my hand?”

“Oh-” Phil went bright pink, “Sure, yeah, okay.”

He reached out and tapped his fingers nervously against Dan’s free hand, before interlocking them.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. It is really cold, actually.”

Dan laughed, “Yeah, I know! It actually is snowing out, it wasn’t all a ploy.”

Phil smiled warmly.

“I like holding your hand.”

“We are doing this for warmth and survival only, you dork. But, I like holding your hand too.” ———- ❝ Just the two of us, cuddling at late night. Enjoying the silence, and the presence of each other. I fall asleep in your chest, hearing your heartbeats ❞ ———- It was 2am, they’re watching a Studio Ghibli movie.

Or at least, they were, until the credits rolled and they were too lazy to pick another one.

So now, they were lying on the sofa, listening to the silence and the others heartbeat.

Dan’s head was on Phil’s chest, a grin as he heard Phil’s soft breathing.

Phil was running his fingers through Dan’s curls, twirling each one.

Dan’s eyelids slowly difted closed, and his breathing evened out.

“Goodnight, Danny.” Phil whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Dan smiled within his sleep. ———- ❝ i never want to know what life is like without you again ❞ ———- [17] ———- In more ways than one, Dan and Phil ran on parallel tracks.

Their thoughts, but their actions too. Their daily lives so delicately intertwined.

They would wake up together, one kissing the other or just the sound of an aggressively loud alarm.

They would get dressed, take showers, brush their teeth, fix their hair, in turns. Perfectly in sync. A well oiled machine.

One of them would make breakfast, or they both would. Coffee, tea, cereal. A petty argument about stolen cereal, sometimes, then a slice of toast.

They would watch TV, or an anime, but today they watched Undercover Cops. Phil wanted to spice it up a bit.

After that, they’d sit in the lounge, doing nothing, editing, or any mix of the two.

Eventually, one of them would get hungry, and they would order or cook. Today it was order, burritos from a local mexican place and salads.

After they ate, Dan would take off somewhere else to do something else. Piano, games, or random things around the house. Phil might join him, but not always. This was as much space as they needed.

After that, Dan would return in exercise clothes with yoga mats. Phil would go off to change, and would return. Either yoga or some standard workout, nothing too much, but enough to make Dan okay. Phil never minded it.

After that, they would return to the lounge and relax for a while. Maybe catch up on a show. Other times, they might film a gaming video, or even a main channel video if one was prepared.

Then one would be hungry again, and they would make dinner. Sometimes they ordered, but less and less, since Dan’s therapist recommended healthy home-cooked meals. They decided on Indian food, Tandoori Chicken and Rice, with a Stir-Fry.

After dinner, Dan would go play games, and Phil might too. Or maybe watch a show Dan didn’t care for. Maybe clean up a bit more. Always something, though. Unless it was a nothing day.

Sometime at night, they would get tired. They’d head off to bed, maybe Dan would want to shower again. They would just lay with each other, until the comfort of the other persons presence lulled them both to sleep.

They worked well together, and had done for years. It was hard to remember a time before they were each others lives.

Rarely ever alone. ———- ❝ a concept: holding hands while walking along the beach as the sun sets next to us and we kiss and we kiss and we kiss and mmmaybe kiss ❞ ———- [10] ———- After four hours, Dan and Phil had finally managed to escape from the rest of the group.

Now they were walking down the sandy beach, awkwardly watching the sunset, side by side.

Neither one really knew what they were doing, neither really cared.

The sky had just reached that violet-red-orange ice-creamed mix when Phil intertwined his fingers with Dan’s.

Dan looked up at him, pink cheeks.

They glanced at each other for a second longer, then continued walking.

“You do realise we’re literally doing that romantic-walk-on-the-beach cliché thing?”

“Yeah, but it’s nice.”

“It is,”

Dan looked into Phil’s eyes a moment, then softly pressed their lips together. ———- ❝ i love the way you sound at 3am and how you look when you smile. it’s addicting ❞ ———- [09] ———- It was three in the morning, and Phil had decided that Dan was pretty.

And not the flowy-hair-model pretty, but the timeless one. The one where your features are just— perfect.

Phil couldn’t even think of a proper describing word; although that may be the three glasses of wine he had earlier.

He looked at Dan’s fuzzy image through his laptop, admiring. Dan had been attempting to play piano, but gave up and was just lying on his bed now.

“You’re pretty.” Phil whispered.

Dan blushed. How adorable.

“Thanks?”

“Really. Timelessly beautiful. And sexy, and handsome and hot and gorgeous and every other good word. You’re— Dan. That’s perfect. Dan is a good word.”

Dan grinned wide at Phil’s drunken rambles.

“I–”

“And your voice, it’s just nice. Calming. You think it’s too posh or whatever but it’s not. It’s great Dan. It’s Dan! That’s a good thing. I love it. One day I wanna fall asleep to it and wake up to it and—”

Phil teared up at this. He wanted to be with Dan forever, and he knew it.

“Dan, I,”

Dan was looking a bit confused now.

“Yeah, Phil? Are you okay?”

“You’re pretty, Dan. That’s all. But that’s not all at all.” ———- ❝ being old doesn’t seem too awful when i think about growing old with you ❞ ———- [18] ———- Phil sighed, rolling over in bed.

“I’m thirty-one now.”

Dan smiled, “Yeah?”

“That’s pretty old.”

“Not that old, honestly.” Dan laughed quietly, “You’re barely over your twenties.”

“People my age have families,” Phil stares at the ceiling, unblinking. “They’re married with a house.”

“Kids don’t make you old, Phil. People have kids at sixteen, my mum had me at ninteen for God’s sake. And anyone can buy a house, anyone can get married.”

Phil leaned on his side to look at Dan. “You know what I mean—I could. I haven’t done that much, I’m getting old. I could die tommorow.”

Dan’s turn to sigh.

“You could’ve died yesterday, Philly.” He smiles fondly, “And you have done so, so, much. Really. You’ve gone to University, had three homes, have four million fans, gone on tour—there’s more to life than just domestic stuff. And if you want domestic stuff, we can do that too. Forever home, dog, eventually marriage and kids.”

“I know,”

“What’s the issue?”

“I dunno. I just don’t wanna die. I don’t want to be old, really. I don’t know.”

Dan glanced at him.

“You’re gonna be old. We’ll be old together. Like the great poet Ed Sheeran once said, 'I’ll be loving you 'till we’re seventy,’”

Phil giggles, “Maybe you’re right. It’ll be fun with you. You make things fun.”

“Yup. I’ll always love you, even when you have grey hair that you still dye black, and wrinkles, and smell like bad cologne.”

“Always.” ———- ❝ when it works out, love is incredible. it’s not overrated; there’s a reason for all the songs ❞ ———- [16] ———- Before the past years, Dan had never cared for love songs.

It’s not that he thought they were bad, or that he wouldn’t listen to them, he just found them rather unrelatable and boring. How many times does one have to listen to someone sing about the touch of another person?

But then he fell in love.

Truly, truly fell in love. Not teenage romance, not a Saturday night hookup, not an unrequited crush. True, mutual, comfortable love.

And he found himself relating to the songs he found so boring.

Suddenly, every overplayed radio song was about Phil.

Every 'his lips tasted like candy’ was about the specific sweet-sour wine of Phil’s lips on a loud Friday night and a calm Wednesday morning.

Every 'I could spend forever with you’ was not an over exaggeration, but rather, true.

Why wouldn’t he spend forever with Phil? It just made sense.

Every love song made sense.

He had girlfriends before, and a boyfriend too. But Phil was the first one to ever make him realise why people wished to be in love. ———- ❝ How dare you make me smile so hard that my face hurts when you’re so far away? ❞ ———- “Well this feels like déjà vu.”

Dan was sitting on their bed, laptop opened to Skype, smiling at Phil.

Phil was at his parent’s house, sitting on a guest bed, smiling back.

“You’re right. I have too many memories of nights like these.” Phil laughs half-heartedly.

“I probably would’ve just come with you, if I didn’t have a video to film.”

“I know. And remember to send me the file when you’re done so I can watch over it.”

“Yes, Dad.” Dan rolled his eyes fondly.

“It’s your regret, Daniel.”

Dan sighed, “I miss you.”

Phil smiled back, sadly, “I miss you too. But it’s only a few days, don’t worry. Just edit.”

“I remember a lot of nights back then, saying how one day we would never have to Skype again, yet here we are.”

“Stop being melodramatic Dan, it’s only a weekend for my mum’s birthday. We’ll live.”

“Will we? Because I swear I’m dddddyyyinnngggg!” Dan flopped down on the bed, pretending to faint, and they both fall into a fit of giggles.

“Noooo Danny! Don’t go into the light!”

“It’s too late… I can—see God… she’s coming for me…”

“Dannnnnnn! Nooo!” Phil put his hand over his heart and sobbed dramatically.

“God is Ribena Phil, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

They both burst into uncontrollable laughter at this, tears streaming down Dan’s face, struggling to catch their breath.

“Oh my god, Dan!”

“Oh my—Oh my Ribena, you mean!—”

They both gasped for air, Dan’s cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

“Of course, how dare I!?”

Once the laughter had settled down and they were both softly smiling again, Dan sighed.

“I still wish you weren’t so far. I want to be with you.”

Phil smirked, “Don’t you mean 'I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone’?”

“Shut up! Why do you even remember that?” Dan blushed and hid his face in a pillow.

Old feelings, old love. ———- ❝ in your kiss, I felt at peace ❞ ———- [09] ———- Butterflies.

Dan looks at Phil, Phil looks at Dan.

Dan tilts his head to the side.

His head is beating fast, but his heart is beating faster.

Phil is beautiful.

Now or never.

Butterflies.

Two lips, just two lips.

Soft. Phil’s lips are very soft. And sweet like honey.

Butterflies and honey.

A winning combination for your butterflies to get all sticky and trapped, and for you to feel brave.

Honey is sweet, like Phil’s lips.

Phil’s lips are better than honey.

This isn’t Dan’s first kiss, but it might as well be. This feels more important.

Honey.

Butterflies.

Honey is sweet.

Phil’s lips are sweeter.

“Thank you.” ———-

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Some pics I've taken. Haven't been on much bc I haven't had a proper phone lol. Sooo, I deemed Monday (8/21) day 1 all over again. I feel it was needed. A fresh new start with Keto. And I feel like my head is in it more this time. I'm back down to 313. Yesss, I've gotten a bit obsessed with the scale and I'm so mad at myself for it, but eventually I'll get over it. So 14 pounds, 14 pounds I gotta lose before October. I can do it, definitely can just have to keep my head on track. Idk thoo, if Snapchat keeps tempting me like that with donuts and stuff lol. Oh, the cheese thing isn't going as planned as you can see. I'm obsessed with cream cheese. And pickles. I like them together. It's so hard ughhh. I'll get it down one day hopefully. And bestie, I'm trying to get her on board. Not keto, just trying to drop weight. Not that she needs to, but she keeps saying she wants and needs to. So I'm trying to motivate her. She's so silly! Might I add, me and my lady friend just didn't work out. She has a lot of problems going on (suicidal, depressed, etc.) I tried to be there and wanted to, but she'd rather shut me out. Says I didn't have time for her since I work nights and sleep during the day. Also said she's been putting me first before herself and needs to put herself first. And that if I couldn't handle her in one of her moods that I should've never said I could. Honestly, I'm really not strong enough mentally to be there for her when she is like that. If she's just gonna shut me out. She said she needs space, but she never asked for it. She said I should've noticed. She's just been a bitch to me and we haven't talked in a whole day. It sucks. Because I miss her and did catch some feels, but this is probably the best thing. Idk.... 😕