#i refuse to shut up about it and pretend it's ok

[sherlock-is-ace]

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vent post under the cut cause i feel like i will reach tag limit otherwise but i'm so sick of everything. I am so fucking sick of trying my absolute best to do things right and be fucked over by those who do things wrong.

It is so fucking frustrating to be forced to lower yourself to the horrible standars of those who do things wrong, who are assholes or just plain irresponsible. Because if you try to do things correctly, like they're supposed to be done, with kindness and respect, you're labels an idiot, or naive, or they take advantage of you. So you have to be selfish, you have to be disrespectful, you have to be irresponsible, cause otherwise you lose.

And I'm sick of it! I refuse to do things I know are wrong, or to do things in ways I know hurt others! But if I put effort into setting and following my own standars, I get punished! So I literally don't know what to do anymore.

If you're boss is an asshole or just does things wrong, you can't try to fix it cause you're the one that ends up fired. If you do your homework at school and study for tests and do things correctly, you also get punished when the majority of the class didn't, you also end up with no break or with surprise exams... If you wear masks outside because you don't want to get sick or get others sick, you get labels an idiot (and at least in 2020, physically attacked).

I'm tired! I'm done! I hate it so fucking much and there's nothing you can do about it... NOTHING and it's driving me insane!!

[akermanch]

I believe in God but only for bad things…

[lumiambrose]

✰ open hand

kinktober 24 - day twentysix

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader x ryusei shidou

summary: shidou wont shut up about you, to the point where sae starts to doubt you even exist. finally getting the chance to meet you, you leave an unforgettable impression on him

tags: smut, cucking, exhibistionism/voyeurism, implied threesome, petnames (sweetheart, kitty), slight degredation

wc: 1.8k

sae cocks an eyebrow as the door of the hotel suite clicks open. he’s been lounging on the loveseat for the past hour, waiting for shidou to show up with his supposed girlfriend. honestly, sae’s not too sure why he even agreed to this.

ever since shidou got together with his girlfriend, he refuses to shut up about her. always finding new ways to mention her or remind him of how hot his girlfriend is. it’s reached the point where sae is unsure if she even exists. calling shidou out on this, shidou offered to introduce her, which is how sae found himself in his current predicament.

shidou’s the first to enter the suite, loud as always, going on about how uninteresting the casino below the hotel is. although what takes sae by surprise is the pretty little lady entering the suite behind him, hand in hand with shidou. he does a one over on you, taking in all your features and curves. he can’t lie, shidou was nothing short of the truth. if sae were to ever date, you were the standard.

once spotting sae, shidou was quick to emphasise that you did, in fact, exist. “see, look at her. ain’t she stunning?” he says as his hand snakes it’s way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. you and sae briefly exchange pleasantries before settling into the suite. the next few hours we’re full of small talk. you got to know sae and his relationship with shidou, as well as their work. the exchanges were quite pleasant. despite sae’s unapproachable demeanour, you found him quite easy to talk to as he’s quite a good listener. with your boyfriend in the conversation too, it was nothing short of interesting.

you’re a couple drinks in, slightly tipsy, as your conversation gets interrupted. the comfortable atmosphere of the suite gets interrupted by an annoying ringing. turns out, sae’s manager is calling.

“give me a moment,” he says, stepping out onto the balcony to take the call, leaving you and shidou alone in the suite.

“so, whatcha think?” shidou nudges you, excited to question you now that sae has left the room.

you pretend to think long and hard at his question, “hmmm…” you feign. “he’s actually quite nice company, not to mention he’s good-looking.”

shidou’s eyes narrowed at your response, not expecting your answer but taking the opportunity to tease you a bit. “is that so?” he tuts, his right hand finding it’s way up to your chin, holding you in place. “don’t tell me you think he’s hotter than me,” he exclaims in an over dramatic manner, keeping your gaze focused on him.

you can only giggle at his reaction before you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “ryusei… are you jealous?” you mutter. your boyfriend, ever the shameless, holds you firm as he traces your bottom lip. “how could i not be, sweetheart? wanna be the center of your attention.” with that, he closes the distance, capturing your mouth with his own. shidou’s kisses are always intense, today is definitely no exception. his lips meet yours with hunger and passion as he bullies his way past your lips, playing with them as he invades your mouth. “keep your eyes on me. ok?” he groans against your lips.

seconds turn into minutes as the two of you continue your messy make out, until the sound of the balcony door sliding open wakes you from your trance. to be honest, he was watching for a while. it’s not like his manager had anything important to say, so he quite appreciated the show. sae is leaning against the doorway, his brow cocked as his expression falls nothing short of teasing as he watches your heated exchange.

your body is still pressed up against shidou’s, his arm is still tightly wrapped around your waist, not letting you go. you expect him to release you after noticing sae, but to your surprise, he hoists you up onto his lap so that your straddling him. you open your mouth to protest, but sae’s smirk says it all. “what’s wrong, kitty? don’t let sae here ruin the mood. i know you want this, and i’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

you do a one-over on the situation. you glance at shidou, then turn to sae, who’s making himself comfy on the loveseat again, and then back to shidou. he’s grinning with mischief, seeing as he knows you want this. he knows that the thought of being watched turns you on and he’s just waiting for you to cave.

if this were anyone else, you would probably decline, clean yourself up, and pretend nothing ever happened. but this is sae itoshi, the japanese prodigy, and someone your boyfriend considers a close friend. so you swallow your pride, let out an exaggerated sigh and crash lips with shidou once again.

despite this kiss being just as intense as the last one, there’s something different about it. something igniting a fire inside you, which makes you push shidou onto the bed, now lying on top of him as you continue your heated makeout. he holds you close, so that your breasts are squished against him as he slowly rocks you up and down on his body. before you can even process it, your shirt is ripped off, and shidou is wriggling you out of your skirt and underwear. you then help him out of his clothes, leaving you both naked in front of sae.

you spare a quick glance at sae, he’s almost unreadable. he’s lounging on the loveseat, legs spread and champagne in hand as he watches you. his expression is unreadable, if you had to guess, you’d say he even looks uninterested. but the way he’s watching you and shidou with such detail makes you think otherwise. since you and shidou continued your session, his eyes have never left the two of you once. from the way you grind on shidou’s lap to the way he holds you firm from the back of your throat, he’s watching it all, not missing out on a single detail.

the sounds you and shidou make fill the room. your lips smashing against each other and your quiet moans keeping sae fixated on you. watching as you get more desperate, pulling away from the kiss to focus more on grinding on your boyfriend.

“you enjoying this, sweetheart? you like it when sae watches you whore yourself out for me?” he teases from beneath you, his large hands sliding up your body to palm your breasts. “what a naughty girl.” he flicks your hardened peaks, earning a moan from you that goes straight to his dick and also to sae’s, which is evident by the clear tent in his slacks. his cock feels heavier than normal, pressing against his boxers, aching for release. although, instead of giving in and relieving his stress, he chooses to ignore it, his grip on the champagne flute tightening. shidou notices this, deciding to tease him, “you seem awfully frustrated, sae. no need to restrain yourself, enjoy the show.” he grips your face, forcing you to turn around and lock eyes with sae in your fucked-out state, “i won’t take offence. she’s quite the sight for sore eyes, isn’t she?” with that, shidou fully turns you around, so that your body is facing sae. he hoists you off him for a second, giving him enough time to free his cock. letting it slap against his abs before he pulls you back.

still facing sae, he slowly sinks you down on his length. making you squirm with every inch and moaning at the penetration. sae’s eyes darken as he watches you sit down, his gaze fixed on the point where your bodies connect. the way your face contorts in pleasure, the sounds that escaped your lips—it’s too much for him to bear. he can feel his cock throbbing—begging for release. giving in, he finally unbuttons his slacks, letting out a needy sigh as he finally frees his member.

shidou guides your hips, helping you ride him, and sae can’t help but notice the way your breasts bounce with every movement. the sight was intoxicating, licking his lips unconsciously, as the sight of you goes straight to his cock.

"fuck, look at her," shidou groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts up into you. "she's so fucking tight, I can feel every inch of her.”

sae cocks a brow at his words. the way your walls clench around shidou's cock, the way your body trembles with pleasure, it’s a sight to behold. he can feel his cock twitch at the sight, leaking with precum. sae slides his thumb over his slit, collecting the leaking liquid, shuddering at the sensation before starting to stroke his cock, imagining your warm walls squeezing him instead of his fist.

"you like that, don't you?" shidou growles, his eyes boring into yours as he continues to thrust into you. "you like being watched, like having sae see how well you take my cock.”

your moans only grow louder, and sae finds himself even more enamoured by you, watching you intently as he matches his strokes to the rhythm shidou sets. he sees the pleasure etched on your face, the way your body moves in sync with shidou as the sound of skin on skin fills the room. he's mesmerised, unable to look away as every movement makes blood rush to his dick. but to his dismay, it seems this little show you put on for him wont last long. shidou’s thrusts slowly become more desperate, opting to hold you above him as he drills into you while you’re babbling incoherent sentences about how “you’re close”.

before you know it, you’re orgasm is crashing over you, screaming out shidou’s name as your body is trembling in ecstasy. even if you want to, any shame left in your body leaves as you ride out your high in front of the two men. shidou, not far behind, finds his own release deep inside of you. spilling his hot cum in your cunt, before sitting you back down on his lap. leaving sae the only one unsatisfied.

shidou, taking advantage of the situation, lifts you off him. letting his cum seep out of you before walking over to where sae is seated and occupying the space next to him. “would ya look at that, kitty,” he coos as you shakily make your way over to them, collapsing inbetween the two men's laps. “seems like our little performance wasn’t enough for sae.” shidou takes your right hand, directing it towards sae’s hard cock, replacing his hand with your own. “how about you be a good little slut and finish him off, hm? can’t have our prodigy missing out on all the fun, can we?”

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[traveler-at-heart]

Doctor's In - Part 20

Summary: Will Wanda get to propose first?

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the last chapter I'll be posting before a little break. I'm low on ideas for this little world, but I definitely don't rule out coming back to it in the future.

Big thanks to @esposadejoyhuerta because I posted the very first part as a little fic for her. To @a-cat-on-titan for sharing ideas that inspired me and to everyone that read and commented. I honestly think I managed to write so much because you all liked this series so much.

Everyone at Stark Hospital seems to be cheerful after the wedding. There’s still talk about who wore what, how amazing the food was and how lucky Carol and Maria got as nothing interrupted their day.

You’d appreciate the atmosphere. Except it’s Sunday. And still a day off for you, with the kids staying over at the Barton farm for the rest of the long weekend.

And yet, Kate paged you over one single case.

“I’m really sorry, they asked for an adult”

“Kate, you are an adult”

You’re in the break room, putting a lab coat over your clothes as you don’t plan on staying longer than necessary. Yelena’s sitting in the couch, scrolling down her phone.

“An older one. Not that you’re old” she hurries to say as she walks beside you. You can hear Yelena chuckling.

“Hey, you could have helped your girlfriend. Or did I teach you nothing, Belova?”

“Well, I…” 

“We…”

They both blush at the term girlfriend and you almost want to laugh. But you need at least one competent doctor to assist you, so you sigh, pulling Kate along.

“Hello, I’m doctor Y/L/N” you greet a young woman with a baby. “Doctor Bishop told me you requested a specialist”

“I’m really sorry” the woman says, bags under her eyes. The baby whines a bit as she sways them. “I’m just very worried and I want to make sure nothing’s wrong with him”

“What’s his name? And yours?” you ask calmly, as you try to examine him. You pretend to hide and watch as he follows you with his eyes. A nice way to get him comfortable and check if he’s ok.

“His name is Chuck. And I’m Ana”

“Alright, Ana, tell me what happened” you ask, allowing her to sit.

Something very common, the baby rolled over and fell from the bed. After crying, he fell back asleep but is now moody, taking longer naps and refusing to eat.

“He has a fever” Kate mentions as you examine him, making sure there are no broken bones or any other visible injuries.

“Has he been sick lately? Flu or anything of the sort?” you check his eyes with a light and he complains.

“Yes, a week or so ago. But he was better already. Oh, he also threw up this morning” the woman says, her voice shaking. She’s looking anxiously as you keep examining everything.

“Everything looks fine in his physical exam. Just a small aversion to light, but no broken bones or discomfort in his abdomen. But we should really do a CT scan just to rule out anything else. Would you be ok with that?”

“Yes, anything he needs”

“Doctor Bishop, let’s give him some ibuprofen for that fever and once he settles we can do the scan”

As you walk up to inform the technician, you run into Darcy.

“I thought you had a day off”

“Right back at you”

“Bishop paged me. What’s your excuse?”

“Oh, nothing…” Darcy looks away, but you catch her peaking around the ER.

“Oh, my God! You’re here to see Bucky!”

“Wanna shout it louder? I think even the dead bodies at the morgue heard you” she hits your side while you laugh.

“I knew you liked him back!”

“Shut up, lesbian”

You’re ready to keep arguing when someone clears their throat. You both turn, finding Bucky swaying back and forth.

“I was wondering if you…” he’s looking at Darcy, but then panicks, turning to you. “You need any help with that patient”

“I’m good. Darcy, do you need help with anything?”

The brunette glares at you, but turns to Bucky a second later.

“I’m good”

“Yeah. Ok” he nods, walking away.

“You scared him!”

“I just stood here! Didn’t even say anything” she protests.

“Yeah but all these months you kept talking about how you hated him and now he’s not sure you actually like him. Help him out”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“Yes, I’m cooking dinner for Wanda”

“Proposing at last?”

“No” you clear your throat. “I don’t think”

“I’m kidding” Darcy says, remembering Wanda has everything ready. “You’re not seriously thinking about it, right?”

“Maybe. Look, we have the house to ourselves, I’m making dinner. If the conversation goes that way… I already have the ring. If not, that’s fine”

“Well… crap. I gotta go” someone pages Darcy. “Will you maybe consider hitting pause on that proposal?”

“You’ve been nagging me for weeks to do it”

“Yeah, well… I’m just making sure you’re not doing it because you’re too emotional from Carol’s weddding” Darcy lies. She hates getting involved and now she’ll have to let Wanda know you’re planning on doing this.

“Gotta go, they’re ready for the scan” you smile, thinking Darcy’s just concerned over you.

When you go back to the baby, you notice his mother is still struggling to get him to sleep. Since the scan won’t take more than a minute, you don’t want to sedate him or anything else.

“May I?”

“Yes, of course. It’s really hard to get him to na…”

A minute after he’s in your arms, the baby is fast asleep.

“Can you teach me that?” the woman says and you laugh.

“Sure can”

As Maria is not around, you decide to ask Tony for his input. He’s been cold towards you since you came back, and you know it’s an issue with his ego more than anything. Still, you try to play nice.

“Ten month old?” he checks the scan. “No bleeding or skull fracture. All good”

“Great, thanks Doctor Stark”

“Very formal. Are we not friends anymore?”

“You tell me”

“Well, don’t work with the enemy again and we’re all good” he winks at you.

Luckily, you’re able to discharge the baby, happy that it’s nothing serious. You’re about to say goodbye to Darcy when you notice she’s approaching Bucky.

“I like Italian food” she says without preamble. “So, if you want to go ask me out, that’s a good choice”

“Oh. Ok. How about tomorrow?”

“Fine. You’re buying” Darcy adjusts her glasses, leaving before Bucky can say anything else.

Well, hopefully that’s a start.

—

Wanda is pacing around the living room. It’s not just that you’re all alone in the kitchen making dinner for her. It’s Darcy’s call.

“She might propose tonight”

“What do you mean?” Wanda said.

“Well, she said she’d see where the night took her…”

“I have to distract her”

“How?”

“Boobs”

“I regret asking. Bye” Darcy hung up, while Wanda changed into a lighter shirt and threw away her bra.

It was a sweet gesture. But Wanda really wanted to be the one proposing first.

So what if she was competitive over this? It’s silly. You’d laugh it off.

Either way, she can’t let you do it, not tonight.

“Ok, food’s ready” you announce with a smile.

Since it’s a bit warmer, you decide to have dinner in the backyard, enjoying the weather and the nice lights.

“Everything ok at work?” she asks as you serve some lasagna and pour her wine.

“Yeah. Just a nervous mom that wanted reassurance. I don’t mind it, though. Can’t imagine how scary it must be to take your child to the ER” you smile at your girlfriend, observing her reaction to the food.

“It’s good” she nods and you tilt your head, knowing there’s more. Wanda rolls her eyes. “It’s good. That’s it”

“Fine”

“It’s too cheesy. But that’s just a personal preference” she says once you stop staring and you laugh.

“I like cheesy”

“I know, detka” Wanda reaches for your hand.

You keep talking about work, Wanda’s book release on Friday (thank God you have no idea it’s actually not related to the book at all), and you tell Wanda all about Darcy and Bucky’s date.

“Unlikely pair, those two” she marvels, laughing.

“I’ll say. You done? I’ll load the dishwasher considering your mom’s not around to curse at it”

“Yeah, but hurry back. Let’s stay out a little longer” she kisses you softly and you love how the taste of wine lingers on her lips.

When you’re done cleaning and go back out, the ring box is in your front pocket. The sight of Wanda sitting in the patio swing while she browses through a picture book takes your breath away.

Her hair is down, the fading light of day reflecting on her; you can tell she’s a bit cold, wearing nothing but a light shirt. You approach with a blanket, watching curiously at the pages.

“I promised I’d tell you about the twins” she reminds you, and you sit next to her, covering your laps with the blanket.

You’re moved by the pictures of the kids you love so much, admiring how small they once were. It’s also amazing how much Pietro resembles his father. Now more than ever you wish you could have been there to meet him and be with Wanda.

“Dad was with me the day they were born. Pietro had a college event, being on a sports scholarship and everything. Mom went with him to make sure he kept focused instead of flirting away”

“Mama Maximoff, professional cockblocker” you mumble, getting elbowed by Wanda. “Ok, go on”

“So I started feeling weird but thought it was nothing. My dad insisted we go to the ER. And sure enough, he was right. Mama and Pietro had just boarded their flight so we couldn’t contact them until they landed. And then it all happened so fast, so my dad went in and held Billy and Tommy before anyone else”

“You’re so brave, Wands. I could never do it alone. I’ve seen how hard it is, not just giving birth, it changes your life completely. And yet you did it, while being so patient and loving and a wonderful mother” you say, going through photos of the kids.

Birthdays, first days of school, Halloween.

“I always had my family. And now I have you too. We make a good team, detka” Wanda leans against you, showing you some of the last pages of the album. There are pictures of you and the kids, with Sparky or playing soccer.

You reach for the ring box, getting ready to say those words, but Wanda jumps on your lap, looking suddenly flustered.

“You’re so hot” she says, taking your hands and placing them on her breasts. Your eyes widen when you notice she’s not wearing a bra.

“I… uh” you stutter, trying to remember that you were proposing.

“We didn’t have dessert, detka”

“No, I guess not… oh, god” you sigh when she leans forward, biting down your earlobe.

“I have something really sweet for you” Wanda teases and your brain stops functioning. The only thing you can think about is her, naked and screaming your name.

“Well, good thing I’m starving”

Wanda laughs, but it turns into a moan when you lift her shirt and suck on one of her nipples.

Pretty soon you both forget about rings and proposals.

—

It was all so strange. You didn’t drink that much wine.

But when you wake up, alone and disoriented, it feels like you had a whole bottle of the cheapest alcohol to yourself.

“Hey, you’re up” Wanda says, too cheerful for your liking.

“Hey. Isn’t it early? And didn’t we fuck like animals until early morning” you joke, making her blush.

“Yes, detka” she leans forward, kissing you. “But Pietro stopped by for breakfast. And I have laundry to do, plus the kids are coming back today after lunch”

“And I have work tonight” you yawn. As you get up, stretching your arms, Wanda’s eyes linger and you smile. “Wanna have round… seven? I don’t know, I lost count”

“Would love to, but like I said, Pietro’s downstairs”

“Even better” you pull Wanda by the waist, smiling. “I get to make you come and scar him. Win-win”

“Evil” she laughs, pecking your lips.

As you get ready to go downstairs, there’s something in the back of your mind that’s bothering you.

Something you had or were supposed to do?

“Fuck” you remember when you can’t find your jeans.

The ring.

If Wanda’s doing laundry…

Did she find it?

“Morning” Pietro says when you go downstairs, looking worried. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, man. Cool. Never better. Hey, Wands? Did you find anything in my jeans before throwing them in the washing machine?”

“No, detka” she lies.

“You sure”

“Yeah”

Again, total bullshit.

“Uh.. ok”

Maybe the ring was somewhere else, considering you were both in a rush to get naked.

“Gotta take out Sparky. Be right back”

Pietro waits until you’re gone to ask.

“What was that about?”

“I hid her engagement ring. The one she was going to propose with, I mean”

“But, why?”

“Because” Wanda sips from her cup of tea, hoping Pietro gives up. Except he’s still waiting for an answer and she sighs. “Because I want to propose first!”

“Wow” he laughs, knowing his sister is super competitive. “And yet I’m the evil twin”

—

It’s a bad day to have a busy ER. You’re freaking out about the lost ring but you barely had time to look without making Wanda suspicious.

What if Sparky ate it?

“Everything ok?” Kamala asks when you’re checking over a patient.

“Yeah, fine”

“It’s just, your stethoscope is backwards” she points out and you curse under your breath. Once you’re done with the proper examination, you follow Kamala to the cafeteria.

“Hey, would you be able to do me a favor?” you say.

“Yeah, sure”

“Can we get an X-ray of Sparky?”

“Sparky… is that the man you were examining?” she says, confused.

“No, that’s our dog. I’m trying to figure out if he ate the engagement ring I lost”

“Engagement? Congratulations!” Kamala says, completely forgetting the part about how you lost the ring.

“So, can you help me?”

“Uh… sure. I mean, we need to sneak him in and I…”

“Perfect, I’ll page you when he’s here” you say, going back to work. Maybe you’ll have to ask Pietro’s help, but so be it. You’re so busy dialing his number that you don’t hear someone shout a warning until it’s too late.

The last thing you see before passing out is a stretcher rolling down your way.

—

Pain.

The only pain I want in my life is pain au chocolat.

That makes you laugh.

“Hey, pal. You awake?”

“Darcy?” you open your eyes, feeling like throwing up. “What the fuck happened?”

“So, one of the new paramedics didn’t lock the empty stretcher and it rolled down all the way to you” she explains.

“Fucking moron” you try to sit up, but your sides hurt. “Anything broken?”

“Nope, just a concussion and bruised ribs” she says, and as you open your eyes again, you notice her outfit.

“Were you out on a date?”

“Yes, and it was terrible. We have nothing to talk about when we’re not fighting” she complains.

Honestly, right now you’re struggling to form a coherent thought, so nothing comes to mind to help your friend.

“Detka, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” Wanda joins a moment later and you smile lazily at her.

“Mkay, could use some cuddles”

“Right, I’m out” Darcy complains and you laugh.

“Wait, Darcy. I need your help” you mumble, half asleep and forgetting Wanda’s there. “Find if Sparky ate the ring. Or I’ll have to propose with nothing”

Darcy gives Wanda a strange look, and your girlfriend gestures for her to join her outside.

“I hid the ring”

“Why?!”

“Because she was proposing”

“What happened to just using your boobs?” Darcy points at Wanda’s chest.

“Well, that was part of the plan but I still have four more days to go before she tries again! There's only so much my boobs can do”

“Lucky for you, this little incident gave you some time. She’ll be out of it for another day” Darcy comments, watching as you snore loudly. “Or maybe two”

—

It’s become a whole thing, the stretcher incident. Fury had to organize a staff meeting about safety and how to prevent stupid accidents.

Even if it wasn’t your fault, you feel like an idiot. The idiot that got a concussion from a stretcher that wasn’t even going that fast.

At least you get a day off, and you’re making the most of it, waking up later than usual. You’re busy answering to Darcy’s memes about your unfortunate accident when Wanda walks in, smiling.

“How are you feeling, detka?”

“Like a total loser”

“Aww, come on. I bet some cuddles will make it better” she says, laying next to you in bed. You let her settle with your arm as pillow, feeling her delicate hands lift your shirt. “How is the bruising?”

“It’s fine. Just have to avoid breathing too hard” you try to joke, but notice her frown. Kissing her temple, you wait until she looks up at you. “Hey, I’m fine. It was a stupid thing that happened”

“I know, but… sometimes your job is dangerous. I guess I always worry” she sighs, hiding her face in your chest. You kiss her again, smiling.

“I won’t say no to you kissing it better” you tease, feeling happy when she straddles your lap. Except one second later you’re breathing too hard and your side hurts. “Ok, maybe for now let’s just watch tv”

—

Word spreads fast. Not even when you almost died trying to help other people did you get so many pats on the back.

Hell, you almost drowned once. But apparently a stretcher can hit anyone, so you have the entire hospital's sympathy.

“Hey, careful, a stretcher!” Darcy shouts the minute she sees you. You yelp, turning around to find the hallway empty.

“Fuck you, Lewis”

“Shouldn’t you be at Wanda’s party or something tonight?” she says after she’s done laughing.

“Yeah, I have a change of clothes. Don’t think I’ll need much more for a small bookstore downtown” you say, confused.

Before leaving for work Wanda had also reminded you to be there on time, insisting you didn’t have to pick the kids up or anything like that.

“Are you showering? Doing your hair? Makeup?”

“Do I smell?” you say, pulling your scrubs to your nose. Why does she care so damn much?

“Oh, my God. Just because you’re in a relationship you shouldn’t let yourself go! Now I have to fix this too” she begins to rant, dragging you to the break room.

Pretty soon, Kamala and Kate stop by to help with your hair and makeup.

“What is going on? Don’t you have work to do? Kate, who’s working the ER?”

“I have Barnes on it” Darcy answers and you smirk at her. “What?”

“So, are you still trying to date or not?”

“We found some middle ground to talk” she says cryptically.

“Which is…”

“Lord of the Rings”

“Oh my God! Is he a huge nerd like you? I was so not expecting that!” you laugh, kicking your feet when you notice her blushing.

“Laugh all you want! Turns out he is a nerd and has perfect hair and blue eyes and abs which means I’ll just have to date him. I hate you. And before you say anything, shut your mouth because I’m applying lipstick”

You know Darcy doesn’t like to talk about feelings. And she’s had the same amount of luck in relationships that you have. So, you keep your thoughts to yourself, but when you look in her eyes, her expression softens and she smiles back.

“You look good, pal”

“Thanks”

“Am I interrupting treat your self time?” Fury says when he walks in on all of you.

“Sir, I would have invited you but we’re braiding each other’s hairs and well, you…” Darcy trails off, and you smack her in the arm.

“You’re talking to your boss”

“Just get back to work” Fury says, smiling.

Well, Darcy’s always getting away with shit.

For the rest of the evening, she circles around the ER, but you think it’s because she wants to be around Bucky.

Except when it’s exactly 8 and she sprints towards you.

“Time to go”

“I have some charts to…”

“I wasn’t asking. Bishop will do it. Get changed, chop chop”

Darcy walks you to your car, and you roll your eyes as you get in. The car won’t start, though.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, Y/N” she threatens as if it’s your fault that it’s not working.

“Be my guest! Battery’s dead, Darcy. Why are you being so damn weird today?”

Still, the car won’t start when she tries, but she doesn’t give you time to say “I told you so”.

“I’ll call a cab. Or ask Wanda to pick me up” you say, thinking it won’t be a big deal if you’re a few minutes late.

“Damn it, I can’t push my surgery again” she mutters, checking her pager. Your friend looks around the parking lot, eyes meeting the EMT from the other day. “Hey, you!”

The man tries to hide in the ambulance, but Darcy’s quick to catch him.

“My friend’s gonna be late for a very important thing. Why don’t you drive her there?”

“I can’t use an ambulance as an Uber, are you mad?”

“It’s either that or I run you over with a stretcher as payback, how about that?” Darcy says, nodding when he stays quiet. “Thought so. Now, you get in. And you, better turn those sirens way up”

“You’re acting very strangely, Lewis. I’ll tell Bucky to keep an eye on you” you say when she pushes you inside.

The ride is incredibly awkward, especially when the guy does turn on the sirens. You wait until you’re out of the hospital’s parking lot to turn them off.

“Just let me out and I’ll take a taxi, man”

“No way, your friend scares me too much. Plus, I really am sorry for almost killing you the other day”

“You hardly did that. Trust me, I’ve been through worse” you smile at him.

Admittedly, you do arrive faster when it’s in an ambulance, and you thank him before getting off. To your surprise, Wanda’s at the door of the bookstore, looking around the sidewalk nervously.

“Y/N? Why are you in an ambulance? Are you ok?” she rushes to you, hands going over every inch of your body.

“Babe, I’m fine. My car wouldn’t start and Darcy was being weird about this, saying I couldn’t be late and all… I hope I’m right on time, though it looks empty. I didn’t get the time wrong, did I?”

“No, it’s fine” she smiles, standing on her toes to peck your lips. “Come on”

The place is really small and cozy, and you look around, trying to figure out if anyone’s already there.

“I wanted to give you this” Wanda says. You take the small package and rip the wrapping paper, smiling.

“An English-Sokovian dictionary?”

“Figured it might be useful for when you’re working” she smiles and you want to thank her for the gift, but you can’t help but frown. “What’s wrong, detka?”

“I was hoping you’d help me translate. I guess this means you won’t be coming with me, huh?”

“No, that’s not what I meant… here” she takes your hand, making you sit on the floor. There are cushions and a carpet, all arranged for children to sit through a reading. You tilt your head when Wanda hands you a second gift.

“I feel awful. This is your party and I didn’t even bring flowers”

“It’s actually not… until tomorrow. You didn’t really think we’d host a reading for children right around bed time, did you?” Wanda chuckles and you nod.

“Right, but then…”

“Just open it. It will make sense, I promise”

You nod, discovering two books inside. Of them is the one releasing today -or technically, tomorrow-, the other one seems like a collection of illustrations.

Those are drawings of you and Wanda, some of them with you and the kids. Sparky’s there too. It’s everything, from your first dates, to soccer games and trips, including your time in Boston.

“Wanda, I love it. Thank you” you say, trying hard not to cry at all the love and dedication she poured into this. “And your new book, it’s so amazing as well…”

Wanda waits for you to read the dedication inside, and you smile wide when you spot your name.

“To the love of my life, Y/N. Thank you for showing me how special life can be when you share it with someone else” you read out loud, a tear rolling down your face. “Wow, I’ve never had someone dedicate a book to me before. I feel…”

“There’s one illustration I didn’t get to include, though” she says, taking your hand. You examine it, realising it’s from the bookstore where you are right now. The set up is the same, and you’re sitting next to Wanda, like you’re doing right now.

There’s a small text written at the bottom, though.

Ty vyydesh' za menya?

“Wait, that’s in Sokovian” you say, trying hard to figure out the words.

“Good thing you have a dictionary” Wanda teases and you sigh, opening the pages. “Why don’t you start with popular phrases?”

“Fine. Wish I knew I was getting homework assigned” you joke, frowning as you read over every phrase listed. Once you think you found it, you compare it to the one written in the drawing.

Once. Twice.

After the third time, you look up to see Wanda staring back at you. She’s holding a ring.

“Oh, my God!”

“Is that a yes?” she says, her heart beating out of her chest.

“Wanda, of course it is!” you move forward, hugging her until you’re both on the floor, laughing. “Is this why Darcy was acting strange, wanting me to be here on time?”

“Maybe” Wanda smiles, taking your hand and sliding the ring. You admire it, still finding it hard to believe she asked you to marry her. “It’s my mom’s engagement ring. Insisted we should have it”

“I love it” you say, smiling and wiping the tears that keep on coming. “And I love you”

“I love you too” Wanda says, smiling at you. You lean forward, kissing her and smiling against her lips. “I can’t believe I managed to propose first”

“Wait, what?”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Body swap through time Kakashi and Tobirama at like, ages 12/13ish

Kakashi wakes up as Senju Tobirama at the height of the Uchiha/Senju conflicts

Tobirama wakes up as Kakashi in the lead up to the Kyuubi incident

They're actually alarmingly similar in skill level and personality, so they're able to get away with the switch on a surface level, even to those who know them well. But problems very quickly arise when it comes to fighting or anything that requires knowledge of history

""Tobirama"" taking to the field with a totally different skill set and jutsus than he's ever used before (Izuna is taken so off guard, it gets bad, fast)

""Kakashi"" suddenly does not seem to respond to any ANBU signals or codes, and where as before he was a shoe in for becoming an ANBU captain he suddenly seems to be fucking up at every other opportunity. You'd think the guy WANTS to lose his job with how suddenly awful at it he is, but he's Kakashi. There is no world where that kid fucks anything up on purpose

They're both definatley in a "holy shit I can NOT tell anyone ab this" position— Kakashi would probably be fr killed as an imposter, and while Tobirama would probably be ok (especially since Minato would be in charge of his detainment n stuff) he doesn't know that?? As far as he's aware, he is in enemy territory and will act accordingly.

Kakashi doesn't know how tf to interact with Tajima or Hashirama, but especially Tajima. He probably uses the wrong forms of address for people bc Tobirama uses more old fashioned honorifics than Kakashi is used to (Anija/Chichuie vs Nii-san/Otou-san)

Kakashi refusing to kill Uchiha bc like, village loyalty fuck you. Also just in general he probably has feelings ab killing anyone with a sharingan on multiple levels. But not just not killing them but going out of his way to help— these aren't his Uchiha, yeah, but it definatley fucks him up to see ANY uchiha die when all his life Uchiha = konoha = his people

Oooo, Kakashi instinctivley channeling chakra through Tobirama's eye after a solid couple years of getting used to the sharingan, possibly accidentally doing,,, something there. Idk what tho but SOMETHING

Meanwhile Tobirama is in that stupid fucking village of his brothers (that he will not shut up about, especially at that specific age) and its???? Real??????? It worked?????????? Huh.

He's surrounded by Uchiha and can't find any Senju (Tsunade just left the village rip Tsunade) but if he investigates it looks like the Senju died out naturally? Impossible, it has to be some kind of Uchiha plot—!

Hes also struggling to come to terms with there being a STOLEN SHARINGAN IN HIS FUCKING EYE !!!!!!!! Made extra super fucked up by the difference in intense hatred and taboo of bloodline theft in modern/warring era (with it being even more taboo in the warring states, like THE ultimate evil to any shinobi)

Maybe he, as Kakashi, is supposed to go to like special Uchiha class where they teach him ab the Uchiha n stuff bc of the eye, and Tobirama is sitting there eating all this shit UP (enemy intel!!!) But also, like, lowkey brainwashed kid brought up to do nothing but kill this one specific group of people, literally being forced to at least pretend to embrace their culture. He's in such a unique position to learn from and about them, and it'll probably end with him being some kind of sympathetic.

It helps that in modern Konoha, where the Uchiha may be considered overly traditional/religious, that's actually just Tobirama's normal. So there's also this added layer of "being around the Uchiha feels the closest to home / least strange than being around literally anyone else" which just pisses him off even more tbh

I'm tempted to say that somehow Rin is still alive just so I can have that one specific Rin and Kakashi queerplatonic codependent relationship from my other post, and then Rin being the one to finally notice that Kakashi isn't Kakashi anymore

Both Tobirama and Kakashi kind of piecing together the life stories of each other, immersed in eachothers histories and paths without ever directly interacting even once. Constant wonderings ab what the other boy was like / might do here, and if they're really so similar that no one has noticed the switch and all those implications (bc on one hand, that's good!! But on the other hand uhh— has anyone at home noticed...? Bc if not, fucking ow??? But also like, probably for the best tbh.)

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Glamour shots : father and son

Rick and Derrick were arguing the whole way to the photography. Rick was tired of his son’s careless ways. And Derrick was constantly throwing it up to his farther that he was just jealous that he had let his life pass by without doing anything. Derrick was home for the holidays from college and still his father always wanted to control everything he did. They walked into the shop owned by the old photographer and waiting for him to tell them where to stand. The whole time arguing about trivial stuff that wouldn’t matter to anyone. “You need to settle down and stop sleeping with everyone!” His dad demanded. The old man grinned and told the two men to quiet down for a moment and smile. Pretend to not be arguing. And with a bright flash. The photo was done. The old man smiled at the two men and was really proud of his work. He had a mirror set up right beside the area where all his photos were taken. The two men began to argue not even noticing their reflections in the mirror. Rick was the first to notice when from the corner of his eye he seen jot his own reflection. But that of his son that was mimicking every movement he made. He looked back at his son and his son was standing in front of him like normal. Stupid mirror ! “Hey what gives with the trick mirror ?!” The old man just laughed. “There’s no trick here YOUNG man. You two just had some glamour shots taken. A glamour that has now made it so that you both now resemble the other to everyone you see ! “. Derrick was looking back and forth from his abs when he looked down to the mirror where he seen the wide expanse of his dad’s gut directly across from him. He rubbed his abs and his dad’s reflection mirror him by rubbing the massive hair gut that was barely covered by the white button up. “Fix this !” He yelled. The old man just laughed. “I think this will do you both some good. Walk in the others shoes for a bit and learn something.” Rick howled with laughter while his son was horror struck. Refusing to beleive what was Happening.

The old man kicked them out of the shop then. Saying he needed to prepare for his next client. Derrick walked to the car they bother arrived in and was repulsed when his reflection in the car window was that of his father. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a trick! He looked down and seen his own body still. This had to be some horrible trick. His dad drove them back home. The whole time sneaking looks at himself in the mirror.

When they arrived at home it cemented the misfortune that had befallen them when Derricks mother asked how her son had managed to talk his father into letting him drive the car. Derricks mouth hun open in shock. His mother patted his stomach “I trust you didn’t sneak another box of donuts in while you were out ? You know you had 2 dozen this morning !” Rick cackled at this. “Now Derrick. Don’t laugh at your father. You know he struggles with the holidays and staying on his diet.” Derrick’s face flushed with anger and his “wife” asked him if his blood pressure was up again. How could this be happening ! “It’s ok dad. I’ll see if I can give you some tips!” His father flexed and the glamour showed his own. Body flexing like a douche bag college bro. “I’m going upstairs to get out of these clothes though!” And before Derrick could protest his father was already up the steps and in his room with the door shut.

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Rick wasted no time stripping down and admiring his own reflection. Looking down he still see his old body. Massive gut and hair everywhere. But the mirror showed his son. And what everyone else seen as well. Slipping on some of his son’s clothes was a challenge. They were way too tight for him to fit in. The muscle shirt didn’t even cover his gut when he looked down but the mirror showed that everything fit perfect. “This is going to take some getting used to”. Instead of trying to stuff his feet in his son’s shoes he opted for some crocs. Easier to deal with. But he didn’t expect there to be so much room in them! Holding his foot up the mirror he seen a large 15 stamped on the bottom of the shoe. “Damn I didn’t realize he was part clown!”

After he was dressed again… Rick had a wicked idea and snuck out of the house

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Derrick made it upstairs after he was scolded for devouring the donuts that he didn’t even touch. He was so mad ! There had to be a way to get this mess fixed. He couldn’t go around with people thinking he was his father ! He was in his room putting on clothes and looked in mirror. A massive gut stuck out in front of him. Even though when he looked down he was completely covered.

He didn’t want to do this but he ended up going to his father’s closet. Picking out some clothes that swallowed him but in the reflection they fit like a glove. This was horrible ! And his feet were cramped after he stuffed them in his father’s shoes that were 2 sizes too small.

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Rick burst into the shop and seen the old photographer taking a photo of a dog. The man stood beside the old man and was complimenting him on the good work. Rick on the other hand was allergic to dogs and began to sneeze and itch. He excused himself telling them how he was allergic to dogs. The dog seemed to have lost its mind then when it walked past the mirror and seen its reflection. It was quickly collared by the other man and muzzled. The man the med the old man and struggled with the fighting dog as they left the shop. Odd … Rick thought to himself.

“Back again I see?” Rick then proceeded to ask the old man……

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Rick got back to the house later that evening to find his son sitting in the living room watching tv. “Mom’s gone to the store.” He told him. So weird seeing those words come from someone that looked exactly like him. “Where have you been? We need to figure this out !” Rick handed the photo out to him. “I went to get this” Derrick jerked the photo from his father’s hands. “And on my way back I stopped to see a friend. We’ll. You’re friend. I figured that since everyone see you when they look at me that I may as well take advantage of this opportunity.” Derrick began to tremble. “What the hell does that mean!” Rick held back his excitement as he began to tell his son that as long as he was under this glamour he was going to live it up. “And that includes getting you the settle down. I stopped at Vanessa’s house on the way home and after a few rounds I think it’s safe to say that you’re going to be big brother Derrick. I may look like you but that was all me!” Derrick was red with anger. How could his father do this ! He trembled with the photo in his hands. “Hey don’t mess that up! MOM will be pissed!” Rick told his son but he did t care. Derrick looked at the photo and in a fit of rage ripped the picture in half. The same bright light from the photo shop reappeared.

When the two regained their vision from the bright light. Derrick began to scream. Tears welling up in his eyes. Because now when he looked down he didn’t see his fit body anymore. He seen his father’s. Rick looked down and finally seen his son’s muscular body. In a fit of rage Derrick had unknowingly managed to make the glamour concrete. And now whenever he looked down he would see nothing but his father’s body. His body. One that he would be stuck carrying the weight of. His stomach growled and churned as his new body’s habits began to take effect immediately. “Sounds like your really hungry DAD.” Rick, or rather Derick, walked to the table at the front door and returned with 3 dozen donuts and set them on Derrick’s now mask e stomach. “Here you go DAD. I knew that massive body would be hungry ! And don’t worry. I’ll never tell mom about any of this!” The new Rick was so mad. And so hungry he just dove right into the box of fried pastries. After all, it was going to be really hard dieting in this body that was forced on him.

[shuenkio]

Wishing on You | 니키 — 엔.하.이.픈 🎄

• Paring: Ni-Ki X M!reader | Genre: Soft fluff.

Synopsis: Dating M/N as a joke, using the relationship to escape his own painful memories. However, karma strikes when Ni-ki unexpectedly falls deeply in love with M/N for real.

Cw: bad language, none.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A☃️N: A Christmas gift for all lol, I cannot can't be in this holiday 😜 can't exactly say I'm back but it's 5050. Anyway advance happy Merry Christmas.

"I'm sorry about this m/n, look I'm sorry ok? You know I never apologize to someone but you. I know I was wrong in this for toying you, and I know you won't forgive for what I've done for... Can we pretend like this was never a joke ? Like we're for real together now?" Ni-ki expressed how guilty he was, he never said the word sorry before which made this situation even worse and somehow made you feel special? Or was it a lie again?

Snow continues falls softly, blanketing the world in quiet. Each flake drifts lazily, melting on warm skin of both, turning the air crisp and still.

The icy weather does help you to get from boiling hot at some point however, deep down in your ocean of thought, it feels like he meant what he was saying. The bad guy who got destroyed by many girls, the one who got cheated on, the one who got hurt the most in the end. Then why would he toy with you, when he knows so well about this feeling, being betrayed on?

That's not the case right now, for what you're thinking. Kinda toxic that you wanted to get back with him too but why not? He can change, you can change him don't you? The one that never says sorry or thank you typa guy but for you, it was a different scenario? Ni-ki is regretful for what he did, well his nose is kinda red right now wait is he tearing, gosh.

Stressing, Hands tucked into coat pockets, m/n exhaled, warm breath curling into the frosty air. You made up your mind, either staying with him or ending this relationship for real.

Tears streamed down his face, silent and unbroken, Ni-ki's chest still as if even grief refused to shatter the quiet. He looks down to the snow covered ground, avoids being looking at, while he is on his weakness.

Close the distance between you and him, as you lift up his chin.

"Are you sure you'll never do it again?" You asked. He drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to steady, his voice trembling but clear as he spoke through the tears, determined something.

"i swear to Santa, if I'd toy, cheated, playing with your feelings again on you, I'd let you shave my head bold" what?

"sigh shut up"

"can I...hug you?" M/n rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply as Ni-ki, still wiping away tears, hesitantly asked for a hug.

"fine I guess..," You said nonchalantly, the voice is flat, as you shrugged slightly, offering no more than a careless glance. Despite the dismissive tone, you didn’t pull away when Ni-ki stepped closer.

Ni-ki wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close, resting his chin on your shoulder despite the height difference. There was a warmth in the embrace, a sense of quiet comfort that filled the space between them.

Under the flake storming, You could feel the weight of Ni-ki sigh against your neck, the way his body seemed to melt, just for a moment, into the calm of being held. It was a strange mixture of vulnerability and safety, and though You'd remained still, that both of you couldn’t ignore the faint tug in their chest.

"I'll be good for you... Really"

"..."

"바보같이 사랑해..."

"Okay... Well um... Merry Christmas?"

© to all the rightfully owners of pics and dividers.

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite color is dark teal! My brain is so full with brainworms about this game. <3 I hope you have a wonderful day! I know you have answered this question for Violet and Ren already, but I would love to know what the rest of the cast would play (Race, Job) in FFXIV and what they would like to do the most there. 🙏 Thank you so much! <3

@waitlexist asked: Do you have any headcannons for Violet in MMOs? I ADORE MMOs(seriously, she’s a florist and a gamer? I want her so bad), and I’d love to hear a few headcannons about her! Also maybe some about Ren, Angel, and Violet all in a guild together? I like to imagine my Angel is as much of a gamer as me, and I can see Ren acting as an anon guildie to hangout with her. Although I’m not sure if he’d be a rouge-ish type class(or maybe Death Knight’s like in WoW), or a healer to keep Angel alive? I’m leaning toward the former, but I could also see the latter. Thank you, I’m sorry for the text wall KSKSJDJSJSBA ahem. Seriously, thank you for making this game. I dream of the day I can be in a poly relationship with Ren and Violet(v-type, if anyone knows what that means) ok I’ll stop yapping now! Thank you again, lol!

⌞♥⌝ Y'all will need to pay me $14,000 to shut up about FFXIV T_T In this essay, I will—

I like to imagine that Violet plays FFXIV every so often and somehow always has her jobs levelled up to the max. She plays as a Miqo'te who /gposes all the time in Il Mheg, and if she's not doing that, then she's hardcore raiding with some of her online friends.

I've mentioned this before, but Ren would be a Viera and play any support class like Scholar or Sage (because he thinks they look like cunty librarians /silly) — except he'll only heal Angel and refuse to buff/shield anyone else. If others notice this, he'll drop a single healing AoE in the most inconvenient place and leave them to fend for themselves.

[REDACTED] is a max-height Au Ra and claims that he exclusively plays as a Warrior because of the insane self-sustain — but it's actually because he forgets that there are other people in the party aside from Angel and refuses to be healed by anyone other than them. Always likes to Shirk Violet whenever there's a tankbuster <3 It drives her insane <3

My personal headcanon is that Violet was the one who got Jae into FFXIV (because they were classmates back in high school, and they both have a common interest in video games)!! He likes to collect all the minions and mounts, and often pretends to be new to the game to get free gil from veteran players. Jae also started out as a Miqo'te, but used his free fantasia to become a Hrothgar instead since he never seems to come across any.

Moth is an Elezen Dancer one-trick who always gives Angel the Dance Partner buff, no matter what job they're playing. It takes twenty minutes of Ren /playdead-ing in a corner and Violet explaining certain game mechanics for them to reconsider giving the buff to someone else. In turn, Moth always makes it a point to chew out Ren whenever he gives Angel the Kardia buff.

I also think it'd be funny if no one knows that Olivia plays FFXIV from time to time — and if she somehow ends up being the one who brings the gang together via an FC. Maybe someone she had a crush on in the past played the game, and wanting to impress them, she started playing the free trial. Now she's a level 100 Lalafell Pictomancer who always seems to fall for the hot characters AFK-ing in Limsa (a.k.a Violet lmaoooo).

If these guys were all in a Free Company (essentially a guild) together.... Hell on earth lmao T_T

There's always one person who keeps eating the food Moth uses as interior decor and it's tearing them apart. Violet now AFKs inside the FC house to find out who it is.

Olivia keeps inviting random people to the house and leaving them there without any explanation. There are literally four strangers also AFK-ing with Vi in the basement right now... Who are they... Why are they here...

As for Violet herself, she just wants to grow her plants outside in peace, but everyone keeps moving the furniture and blocking her path. Also... Whoever chose the housing exterior needs to have their subscription cancelled (it was Jae).

Ren keeps trying to convince Angel to share a room with him T_T And when he finally gets what he wants, it's at the cost of having Haurchefant's portrait stare down at him whenever he uses /doze next to them on the bed. He'll forever curse Violet for gifting that portrait to Angel.

Jae wants to build an entire submarine underneath the FC house for some reason????? He says it will help them make gil?????? And Violet is so on board???????? She's already a gilionare and a marketboard fiend??????

And if they were to all raid together... Hell everywhere djhsgsj ^^;

Violet got fed up with Ren's constant Shirking, so she picked up Dark Knight and frequently uses Living Dead to scare him.

Ren, in turn, started playing as a Sage and constantly Rescues her off of the map whenever she does this.

Jae likes the Viper job because he can make his glam pirate-themed, but he also enjoys Summoner because it comes with a Carbuncle he can pretend is Maple. Whenever Jae doesn't get healed, he'll summon Bahamut right on top of Ren to annoy him.

Since Moth has been banned from using Dance Partner on Angel, they've switched to Samurai and found that it's way more fun. They also really appreciated all the tips Violet gave them on how to play their job more efficiently.

Olivia gets mad every 5 seconds because nobody aside from Violet stands inside her Starry Muse AoE... and because Ren isn't giving her any attention shgjjsg ^^; She purposefully tries to out-damage Moth in hopes of getting his attention, but it never works.

I also have some more Violet & Ren FFXIV headcanons here!!

[issues-galore]

💋Bored with this Party💋

Pairing- Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary- You have a chaotic heart, and right now you're sitting at a gala, bored out of your mind- when you spot Damian and you remember a deal he made with you

Trope- Friends with Benefits

AU- fwb!Damian Wayne

Warnings- Mostly just some soft kisses and a whole lot of praise, reader is "dominant" if you squint, allusions to a previous deal for galas- idk I had the itchy writing brain worm

A/N: Hey y'all! This is my first published work- if you have any constructive feedback, I'd love to hear it, but please don't hate on myself or my work, I will block you.

The story begins after the cut

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You never really enjoyed these "parties" - if you could even call them that- where all the rich folks get together and pretend to care about each other, but alas- you are still here. Now it's not like you had other plans- but you currently wish you refused your father's offer to go in his place.

As you scan the room you take in the sheer number of people you don't recognize, you begin searching for a friendly face and your eyes land on the one and only Damian Wayne. Not exactly friendly, but it'll have to do. You make your way across the gala floor to stand next to him.

"Do you actually enjoy these things?" He rolls his eyes, "What do you want?" You gasp, in mock offense, "How dare you- assuming I came over here because I want something, can I not just want to chat?" He finally turns his head to glare at you, "You don't chat, my friend" "And you have a scar on your neck from your childhood, or lack thereof, my friend." You look him in the eyes as he falters. His eyes search yours for a sign of a bluff, and finding none, he sighs. "I'm calling in my your end of the deal." He rolls his eyes, "You're that bored?" You just look at him, "Really dude?" written all over your face. He turns and walks off gesturing for you to follow, you do, and he brings you to an upstairs room. You walk inside as he holds open the door- ever the gentleman- before walking in himself.

"Well, how exact-" He shuts up as you press your lips to his gently. It always throws him off when you kiss him, softly- like he could shatter under you if you pressed too hard, like he was fragile. He was raised (read: trained) to be anything but fragile, it's hard for him to understand love- or any form of affection. "So pretty.." He damn near melts, allowing himself to fall onto the bed, as you lay beside him. He hold you for a moment, then kisses your forehead. You look up- surprised at the softness he rarely gives anyone. "You look tired." He nods, "I suppose that could be a proper descriptor." You snort in laughter, "I see. Ok little Victorian child." He smiles softly and runs a hand through your hair, "Just bed?" You nod, "Just bed."

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[princessbrunette]

ok but what u just said abt reader doing the maddy thing… with rafe walking in on her… and he’s like wtf and she’s like i just wanted to be perfect for u… are we having the same vision rn

YEP I WAS WAITIN FOR SOMEONE TO SAY IT !!

he lets himself in, knowing your home alone and honestly he wasn’t even gonna try and get w you tonight, he just wanted to see you because he was tired and everyone at home was pissing him off !!

and he gets closer to your room and hears you moaning ?? he just freezes on the spot with a confused expression because who the fuck… you don’t even know how to touch yourself properly so it’s surely not that. he comes closer, and starts to hear the sounds of porn coming through a screen and now he’s really just confused. a day ago you didn’t even know what ‘squirting’ meant and now you’re a regular on the hub? it’s not making sense.

so he just opens the door, like — rafe doesn’t have time for games and he’s not gonna sneak around and try and figure it out by himself. the sight he walks in on is you, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up in the air in your little pyjama shorts, a fake and forced moan leaving your throat, craning your neck round just a little so you can see your screen.

it takes you a moment to process rafe catching you, just as soon as you do you’re up and slamming your laptop shut, covering your face with a horrified “oh my gosh! rafe!”

“the fuck are you doing?” he glances at your laptop, squinting in confusion.

“ugh… nothing, it’s — it wasn’t what you think.” you sulk, bringing your knees to your chest mortified.

“i don’t care about you watching porn, but why were you pretending to… fuck?” he’s still standing, knuckling at the bridge of his nose.

you look down at your hands on your lap, twisting your fingers around eachother in embarrassment. “i just wanted to be… perfect for you. when we do stuff.” you admit, quietly, refusing to look up. he holds his hand up, closing his eyes for a moment before walking right up to the foot of your bed.

“look— you—” he sighs, plucking up your laptop with one hand. “this— this isn’t gonna help you. m’not expecting you to do all that crazy shit.” he places the laptop aside, sitting down and staring at you for a moment. “i wanna make you feel good, not expecting you to do trickshots or some shit.”

“yeaaah, but… i want you to think im sexy. i don’t know how to be… that.” you nod towards the laptop and he quickly shakes his head with his eyes closed.

“no you— are you kidding?” he gently wraps a secure hand round the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he stares you down observantly. “you… are very fuckin’ sexy. okay?” he brings a kiss to your lips, pulling away only slightly to speak again. ���i dont… want a pornstar. just want my sweet girl, yeah? i wanna be the one to break you in.” he drawls, a trace of a smirk sitting on his lips as he pulls you back in.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Don’t Walk Away

Beau Arlen & daughter!reader

Requested by @trekkiehood

Synopsis: you walk in on your dad crying, and try to comfort him

You were a daddy’s girl, through and through. When your parents divorced and your mom went out with Emily to live in Montana, you had begged to stay with your father. However, both of your parents had decided that it was best for you to stay with your mom and sister, so, against your wishes, you went to Montana.

But things had changed. Your dad moved out to be closer to you and Emily, and you couldn’t be happier. Things were a little awkward considering how long it had been, but you were determined to spend as much time as you could with your dad. Emily spent a lot of time bonding with your new stepfather, but you had no desire to do so.

That’s why, while Emily was currently spending a few days on a bonding “glamping” trip with Avery, you had yet again begged your parents to let you stay with your dad. It was successful this time, and it had been just him and you for a few days so far.

You worried it would be awkward, but instead the two of you seemed to pick up where you left off. You had movie nights, watched the stars, he let you hang out in his office, and the two of you just enjoyed each other’s company.

On one of the days, you went inside the trailer to see him on the couch, his face in his hands and a box in front of him. You caught a glimpse of photos and a newspaper clipping in the box, and you knew immediately what it was. It was memories of your father’s old partner, but you couldn’t imagine why he would have them out now. He never wanted to talk about it. You took a step closer, and when you caught sight of the date on the newspaper it became clear; it was the anniversary of his partner’s death.

You went to take one more step, but your foot caught on the end table. Your dad’s head shut up, and you nearly cringed as he quickly wiped his tears away, clearing his throat.

“Hey kid,” he greeted with a fake smile. “What’s up?”

“Are you ok?” You refused to let him pretend that you hadn’t seen.

“Great,” he said with as much conviction as he could manage, which wasn’t much. “Yeah, I’m fine. Did you want to—“

“Don’t do that,” you interrupted. “Don’t pretend, please. We can talk about it if you want.”

“Nothin to talk about.” Beau shrugged.

“Dad—“ you began.

“I said there’s nothing to talk about, ok?” He snapped more than he meant to, and you took a step back. After a beat of silence, you turned to leave, but something stopped you.

You turned back to see that your dad had once again buried his face in his hands, and your heart dropped. He had expected you to walk away. As soon as he accidentally snapped, he thought you would leave him there. And you almost did.

Beau barely lifted his head as you came up beside him. You sat on the couch next to him, reaching a hand up and behind his neck. You maneuvered him so that his head was resting on your shoulder. It felt awkward, as it was a position that was often switched between you; he would pull you to him if you were upset, not the other way around. But after a moment, you felt your dad relax completely, some of his weight coming to rest on your shoulder as his arms wound their way around you. You could tell by the way he was shaking that he had started to cry again, but you didn’t try to make him speak, or show his face. If he needed to hide, you were going to let him.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed like that, but after a few minutes Beau had stopped crying.

“Why did you change your mind?” Your dad said after a long, quiet moment.

“What?”

“You were leaving, but you stopped.” Beau pulled away, but kept his hands on your shoulders. “Why?”

You were quiet for a minute, thinking about your answer.

“Mom used to do that.”

Beau’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“She used to…to try to make you talk. But if you didn’t want to, she…she just left.” You lowered your gaze, not willing to look at your dad. You hadn’t really talked to him about what you thought of their fighting; the two of you pretended you hadn’t noticed most of the time. “I didn’t wanna do what she did.”

“Kid—“

“No,” you interrupted. “I know what you’re gonna say, ok? You’re gonna say that it wasn’t her fault that you fought, and I get it. You blame you, you always do. I don’t want to talk about that, though.”

“Ok,” Beau said simply.

“Ok.” You sighed. “Whenever you got upset, mom and even Emily just wanted you to talk. If you didn’t talk, they just walked away. And look where they are now.” You sighed. “They walked away, and kept on walking until they…they were just gone.” You cleared your throat, suddenly fighting your own tears. “If you don’t wanna talk, I can’t make you. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to have somebody stay with you anyway. Figured it might as well be me.”

“Oh honey.” You looked up as Beau brushed your hair away from your face. He pulled you into his arms, and you relaxed in his embrace. “Thanks for that.”

You smiled. “Any time, old man.”

“Hey now.” You squealed as Beau used his closeness to you as an opportunity to dig his fingers into your sides. “No need for name calling!”

“Ihi-I’m sorry!” You giggled, and he stopped.

“Good,” he chuckled. “But really, thank you.”

You smiled up at him.

“You’re welcome.”

[cha-melodius]

For the hug prompt

17, Loki / Mobius

15, Alex / Henry

(Now taking a little fandom break—thanks for the Lokius prompt! I will circle back to the firstprince one later. This is a little season 2-set moment. read all the hug ficlets)

17: The hug where they have their other hand rubbing circles on your back, kisses littering your hair, words of comfort on the tip of their tongue.

Most loops, Loki doesn’t have time to let the reality of what he’s continuously experiencing sink in. He’s got a job to do and far too much to learn, so no matter how many times he fails, no matter how many times he watches his friends—this small collection of people he’s come to care so much about—simply disintegrate, he keeps his head up and keeps going. There’s no other option, really.

Occasionally, though, the accumulated damage to his psyche that such things inflict catches up with him. Occasionally, Loki time slips somewhere into the past he doesn’t intend to, as if his mind is giving him an enforced break. Once, after a particularly troubling iteration in which he and Mobius somehow ended up in a yelling match before Mobius stubbornly insisted on getting himself spaghettified, his control of the slipping, well, slips and he ends up in the TVA archives at some unknown time.

He was at his wit’s end when he started slipping, and once his body comes to rest he falls to his knees and lets out a frustrated yell, then collapses forward onto his hands, breathing heavily. The release makes him feel marginally better, so that’s something. It doesn’t do much to help the ache in his chest, though, the hole being slowly carved out every time he watches his friends die. Tears still sting in his eyes, and he squeezes them shut hard in an attempt to make himself get a bloody grip.

Another moment, and he’ll time slip more purposefully, to sometime when he’ll be able to be useful. Hopefully.

Before he can collect himself, though, a familiar cadence of footsteps echoes through the empty archives. Loki’s about to slip anytime else, because either this Mobius won’t know him or he’ll be too familiar, and Loki’s not sure he can take either right now. He doesn’t quite manage it before Mobius rounds the corner, his eyes going wide.

“Loki? What are you— Oh, what’s wrong?”

And Loki shatters. It’s too soon, he wasn’t prepared, and he’s hit the end of his rope. Because this Mobius knows him—more than that, he’s got that look on his face, the one that Loki’s been trying to ignore, the one that says that Loki means more than he should to him. The one he’d had on his face when he refused to let Loki venture out into the time loom, the one that rends tears in Loki’s resolve, even though he’s doing all of this for Mobius.

For all of them, of course. But it would be stupid to pretend that Mobius isn’t special, and Loki’s not stupid.

Mobius moves more quickly than he expects, dropping to his knees beside Loki and wordlessly tugging him into a breathlessly tight hug. And Loki goes, lets Mobius wrap his arms around his shoulders and tug him against his chest, lets the emotion wash through him for once instead of burying it deep down where no one can touch it. He’s not sure how long they sit there on the floor of the archives, Mobius rubbing comforting circles between his shoulder blades and murmuring promises that it’ll be ok— promises that he certainly can’t keep—into Loki’s hair.

It doesn’t really matter how long, anyway. For once, Loki lets himself have this moment of comfort, and knows that these minutes in Mobius’ arms will sustain him for a few hundred more attempts, at least.

[ineedseveretherapy]

Truth or Dare pt.2

TW: suicide/heavy topics

After about 30 minutes of waiting Leo finally just decided to wait for them in his room. He sat down on his bed and stared at the ceiling letting his thoughts roam.

Well... This should be interesting...? Now you got everyone involved in your stupid little problems, how does it feel to be nothing but a nuisance.

He rolled over and covered his ears with his pillows trying to block out the voice in his head.

So, what are you going to do now? Sit here and wait like a goddamn idiot? You could just... y'know, end it now. Make all their problems go away, be more productive then this wouldn't it?

"For once in my goddamn life could you shut up?"

Oh don't act like you disagree with me, you know i'm right.

"I'm not listening!"

Oh look who's suddenly all self aware? You think pretending to block me out is gonna solve anything? What happens when Donnie, Raph and Mikey come huh? What happens when they find out? Your just gonna add more problems to the already long list that you created in the first place. Some brother.

Leo groaned,

"Can Donnie just hurry up already..."

Donnie walked down the hallway with Raph and Mikey. Filling them in on Leo's situation wasn't the easiest thing in the world, Mikey was crying a lot and Raph almost had a panic attack. He was consoling Raph as Mikey walked ahead of the two of them, they were heading for the living room to talk to Leo.

"Raph you need to be calm when we talk to him, right now I think it's best not to overwhelm him."

"I'm trying Donnie, I really am..."

"Donnie!"

"Yeah Mikey?"

"Didn't you say Leo was in the living room!?"

Donnie's heart dropped and he rushed to Mikey's side. He surveyed the living room, he wasn't there. Now he felt like he was going to have a panic attack.

"Ok, let's not freak out, I'm sure he's- he's probably in his room!"

Donnie looked down at MIkey, both equally concerned.

"C'mon."

Leo flinched as he heard a knock on his door, it was Donnie.

"Come in..."

The door opened to Donnie, who looked just as worried as when he'd left, Raph, who looked like he'd seen a ghost, and Mikey, who was obviously holding back the urge from both assaulting him with a hug and interogating him with Dr. Feelings. Leo didn't really know what to say so he just looked at Donnie. Donnie looked equally confused, but it didn't take long for Raph to walk up.

"Hey Leo..."

He bent down to meet Leo's gaze and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Donnie told us about... your conversation. Do you mind if we talk with you?"

Leo nodded his head and Raph let out a shaky sight. He sat down next to Leo on his bed. He'd never seen Leo like this before, so fragile and vulnerable, like he could break at any second. He didn't really know how to keep going without crying at least a little bit, thankfully he didn't have to.

"Leo why didn't you tell us any of this?"

Leo looked over at his little brother, the pain in his voice was apparent, it didn't really hit him until now that, this was just as hard for them as it was for him. Leo looked back down at his lap again.

"Didn't wanna bother you guys..."

Leo made sure to mumble his response in hopes his brothers wouldn't hear, unfortunately for him Mikey was paying very close attetion.

"YOU DIDN'T WANNA BOTHER US!?"

His words shocked Mikey. Leo flinched at the sudden shift in Mikey's tone.

"Mikey..."

Raph put an arm around Leo. Mikey turned his head to his older brother, enraged and hurt by the calmness in Raph's voice. How could he be so okay with this?

"I'm sorry, but has to hear how stupid that is!"

His head turned back to Leo as a knot in is his stomach started to form.

"You do understand how stupid that is, don't you?"

Leo shrugged, refusing to make eye contact, he didn't want to see the pain he was causing his brothers.

"Leo, we really need you to talk to us... We just want to know what's going on..."

"I don't really think you'd like the answer..."

Mikey was losing his patience,

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER! WE-"

"Micheal."

Mikey turned his head to Donnie, he knew he shouldn't be freaking out but it was hard not to. He was overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling right now and it all ended up translating as anger.

"We're not getting anywhere with this."

"Dee's right. Leo-"

Leo had been zoning out and snapped back to reality at the sound of his name causing him to flinch slightly. Seeing Leo get so scared at nothing but his own name was like a punch to the gut for Raph, he tightened his grip on Leo's shoulder.

"Leo, look at me."

Leo hesitantly looked up at his older brother. His gaze was met with a warm smile, however it failed to make him feel any better.

"We're not mad, and your not in trouble... We just need you be honest... We can't help you if we don't know what's going on."

Leo looked over at Mikey, and then at Donnie, and then at his lap once more.

"Ok..."

Raph sighed, relieved that they were finally getting somewhere. Hopefully this wouldn't be as hard as they thought, but that was probably just wishful thinking.

"Ok, uh... Mikey, you wanna start? Please, be calm..."

The little turtle shook his head as he took a step closer to Leo and stared firmly into his eyes, which were still looking at his lap.

"How many times have you tried to... kill yourself...?"

The words passed through his throat like a heavy brick. It was so shocking that any of them are having this conversation, with Leo of all people, their faceman! Sure Leo always had a bit of an obsession for validation, and Mikey always noticed how his self esteem was almost always lower than he made it out to be, but nothing ever this severe. How? How could he miss something THIS BIG? How had he never even noticed that his brother was in so much pain... what did he do wrong...?

"Leo...?"

"...A couple times..."

Mikey bawled his hands into fists.

"How many times is a couple times...?"

"About...2, or... 3 or..."

Leo paused,

"6..."

The room was hit with immediate silence. All three brothers felt as if they had just been shot, or at the very least stabbed. Donnie was frozen in his place, his mind racing. Mikey made a little gasping sound when Leo answered and covered his mouth with his hands, as he began to shake and tears began to form. Raph's grip on Leo's shoulder became so tight that it felt like his bones were about snap in half, his heart beating a mile a minute. Raph felt like he was going pass out. Leo looked up at his brothers, all in a perpetual state of shock, and without further thinking he put his hands up and panicked.

"BU-BUT I DIDN'T ACTUALLY GO THROUGH WITH ANY OF IT I SWEAR! I'M FINE! I'M STILL HERE, SEE?"

The three turtles started daggers into their brother. He made it worse... Leo immediately shot his head back down, wish he could take back this entire afternoon.

"Y'know..."

Leo sighed,

"You guys can say if your mad..."

"MAD!? WE'RE WORRIED!"

"No. No Mikey that's an understatement. We're not worried, we're scared- I'm scared! I'm terrified! I'm supposed to be your big brother! I'm supposed to protect you! To care for you! To keep you safe!"

Raph's voice began to crack and his hands begun to shake.

"I'M SUPPOSED TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU! BUT NOW I FIND OUT THAT UNDER MY WATCH YOU'VE ALMOST COMMITTED 6 TIMES AND I HAD NO IDEA!? WHAT KIND OF BIG BROTHER AM I!?"

Tears began to form in Raph's eyes, he felt like his whole world was shattering around him.

"Raph..."

Leo watched as his older brother shook and cried. It made his heart bleed knowing that he was causing his brother so much pain! This was all his fault anyways! God! why did he have to be like this!

"Raph no you-... I-I.... I didn't-... You couldn't have known, you-..."

Leo was starting to spiral as he felt his own body begin to shake. He could hear a faint yet sharp voice in the back of his mind,

Look at what you did... Raph's about to have a heart attack and it's all your fault! You see what your dumb little problems are doing to this family?

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I-I-I... this wasn't..."

Leo's breathes became short and sharp, a giant knot began twisting in his stomach, he almost thought he heard a ringing in his ears. Donnie, who had been quietly observing quietly from the doorway, noticed Leo go into a spiral and the sight of both his older brother and his twin breaking down made him want to scream. He took a deep breath, and walked over next to Mikey.

"Leo... breathe... you need to breathe..."

Raph looked over at Leo as he took in deep shaky breaths.

"I'm sorry..."

Leo spoke in such a monotone voice, he wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying anymore, he was stuck spiraling in his own head.

"Don't apologize! It's not your fault!"

"Yes it is... made you cry... I deserve it..."

Raph grabbed both of Leo's shoulders, turned his body around causing Leo to look up at him.

"Why would you think that you deserve any of this!?"

His voice cracked as he spoke in a pleading tone of voice.

"BECAUSE ALL I'M DOING IS HURTING YOU GUYS!"

Leo felt tears roll down his cheeks.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

Leo looked at Mikey,

"IT'S NOT!? LOOK AROUND YOU! LOOK AT YOUR HANDS! HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO DRAW OR COOK EVER SINCE YOU OPENED THAT PORTAL!?"

Leo then looked at Raph,

"AND RAPH! TELL ME WITH ALL HONESTY THAT YOU'VE BEEN ABLE TO TRAIN AND FIGHT WITHOUT ANY DIFFICULTIES! EVEN WITH ONLY ONE WORKING EYE!"

Leo then looked over at Donnie,

"AND DONNIE CAN'T EVEN LEAVE HIS ROOM WITHOUT HIS BATTLE SHELL! I SAW THE SCARS! I'M NOT DUMB!"

Leo moved his head back in Mikey's direction.

"SO TELL ME THAT I HAVEN'T HURT YOU GUYS!"

"YOU HAVEN'T! IT WASN'T YOUR CHOICE TO OPEN THAT PORTAL LEO, IT WAS MINE! AND I'D DO IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN IF IT MEANT THAT YOU WERE SAFE! THAT YOU DIDN'T DIE!"

"BETTER ME THAN ONE OF YOU GUYS!"

Mikey gritted his teeth as he also began to cry.

"NO! NO IT'S NOT! YOUR LIFE ISN'T ANY LESS IMPORTANT THAN OURS LEO! YOU MATTER! YOUR IMPORTANT! YOUR OUR BROTHER AND- AND..."

Mikey pulled Leo into a tight hug as he began sobbing in his arms.

"Wel love you Leo..."

"Mikey..."

"Don't! Don't you dare speak!"

Mikey choked on his tears as he heard Leo's heartbeat slowdown. Leo sat there, for some reason, something clicked in his mind, they did love him. Of course they did, they were his brothers, he always knew they loved him so why did he all of a sudden feel like it was some new discovery.

"I..."

He crumpled into Mikey's arms, tears bursting from his eyes. His sobs felt like a foreign sound, they were sharp and pained, but it was what he needed, he needed this, even though it hurt. Raph took one look at Leo and Mikey before scooping them up in a teary bear hug. The three turtles were one emotional mess, all sobbing and shaking. Donnie walked closer them and put a hand on Raph's shell, he was teary eyed just like the rest of them. After a while, they calmed down and Leo had this strange warm feeling in his chest a feeling he hadn't felt in months.

"I'm sorry guys..."

"No! Stop apologizing!"

Mikey grabbed Leo's face forcing Leo to look at him.

"Leo! Look at me! We! Love! You! You're our brother and we love you! Repeat that back to me!"

"I'm your brother and you love me..."

"Your life matters!"

"My life matters..."

"Good! Don't you dare forget that!"

Leo smiled at his younger brother, a real, genuine smile.

"We're here to help you Leo. We're going to help you, I promise you. But you need to promise me that you're going to be honest and let us help you, promise?"

"I promise..."

Raph smiled and nodded,

"Good."

Leo turned his head over to Donnie, the two looked at each other knowingly. Donnie walked over and gently pulled Leo into another hug.

"No more sneaking out!"

Leo chuckled, and hugged his brother back tightly.

"Ok."

"You're such a dum dum..."

"I know..."

After that night the boys were quick to inform Splinter and April on Leo's situation, and the next couple months were spent helping Leo heal but also helping the others heal as well. Mikey had weekly family meetings and scheduled private meetings with Leo as Dr. Feelings, Raph would help Leo find ways to ground himself and silence his mind by meditating with him every day, and Donnie would always be there for Leo to vent about anything he was to scared to vent to Raph or Mikey about. He was finally getting better, and he wasn't doing it alone.

I wasn't actually planning on doing a part 2 but i'm glad I did. anyways I hope you guys like it!

pt.1

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Cherry Chapstick

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.

(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)

Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.

“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.

Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.

Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.

“Tired?”

Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.

You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”

Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.

“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.

“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”

“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.

Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”

Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.

Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.

With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.

Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”

“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”

“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.

You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.

“No, you can’t have any.”

Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”

Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.

“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”

Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.

Your silence was the answer he needed.

“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”

Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.

“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”

It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.

Manipulative little bastard.

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”

Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.

Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.

“I can’t even have a little?”

“No.”

Ugh, be like that then.

———

Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.

“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.

“No.” Armin replied.

“But my lips are chapped!”

“Figure it out.” He shouted back.

Oh I will.

———

“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.

Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.

Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.

“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.

Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.

“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.

You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.

“Ar-”

“No chapstick, (y/n).”

Damn.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”

Shit. Think (y/n).

Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”

A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”

Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.

“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”

You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.

A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.

You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”

His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.

“U-uh, I-”

“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.

His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

Oh. Oooh

He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.

“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.

Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”

“O-okay.”

Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.

How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-

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The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.

Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.

You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.

Oh yeah…

What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.

You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.

You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.

Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.

Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.

“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”

Oops. Yes, yes it was.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you said you lost it!”

“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”

Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”

Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.

“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.

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“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.

The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.

Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.

“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.

“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”

You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”

“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.

A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.

You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.

Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.

“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.

Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.

The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.

You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.

Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.

“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”

You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.

Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?

Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”

And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.

He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.

“Okay.”

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[mgu-h]

Hi! I know this is from a couple days ago but I was wondering if you had seen this clip from one of Max's streams

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I know it's probably just a joke that he "called" Jon but I still thought it was super cute and just so notrell and was wondering if you had seen this clip and if so what your thoughts on it were

(I hope the link works this is my first time ever doing an ask so l'm not sure if the link will actually work 😭)

yesss ok so i saw this when it happened, and it was so funny and kind of surreal?? to watch something so classically nortrell happening live before our eyes lmao.

i went back to try to find what set max off enough to pretend to snitch, and i found that there was a (predicable, familiar) series of events that pushed him to the limit:

it was the "let's put on a pink golf shirt to play a nice bit of golf with bob" stream, max had waited around for lando to show up, and clearly expected the game to last the usual amount of time.

lando did irritatingly well at golf and beat max in the first 9 holes (time elapsed: like 15 minutes).

he'd been playing quite badly recently, and this was a notable turnaround, which is important; max is usually better, but lando's had an outlier, and his ego demands he capitalize on the moment to be insufferable about it.

so lando said he had to go to bed to be ready for testing, and he abruptly quit the game, not letting max respond in the next 9.

max was very 😠😤 about it and changed out of his golf shirt.

he only got grumpier as lando spent the next 15-20 minutes lurking in chat after leaving the game (enough time to play another round and let max catch back up).

lando was being his normal competitive prick (affectionate) self, and even used the classic:

that emoji is called "maxfewCozy" and gives such a bratty energy to the message dklajsfafslk

[max began to rationalize that he lost because he was hungry, and that lando won because he'd been eating well in preparation for the season, but in typical lando fashion he denied it.

max refused to believe that, and tbh i wonder who was right. it is in character for lando to neglect to eat for whatever reason, but max is also right that jon et al. would be keeping a close eye on his fitness right before season. ANYWAY]

lando then pretended to get bored with teasing max and said goodbye, but then clearly Kept Hanging Around. he must've texted ed to come dunk on max about losing as well.

he clearly wanted to see max be further annoyed (i love friendship), and max was indeed further annoyed! i guess i should say what ed called it, which was "frazzled."

BUT the thing that finally triggered max to pretend to call jon was:

max really is just as competitive as lando (or nearly so), which is why it's so fun and easy for lando to get him riled up. i also think it's why their friendship works and why lando likes him. he can beat max and gloat and know that max is just going to come back at him harder next time. there's a strong bond of trust that runs through the push-pull antagonistic/playful relationship.

it's interesting to me that there's a limit to what max will tolerate from lando before he'll act out in some way to shut lando up, usually through some mimed imitation of a harsher consequence, like pretending to hit him with hand or golf club, pretending to throw water on him, and pretending to call his trainer. he's soft even when he's being hard, you know?

the "calling jon" bit must've worked, because lando cleared off from chat after that lol. i think lando knows when the performative miming of consequences has happened and the game is not longer going on, and he'd risk actual anger from max if he keeps needling him (aka actually getting hit for real). he likes to push buttons for attention but it's not about actually making max feel bad or feel upset. it's so familiar and playful it makes me sick.

[@gwenie-creates thanks for this ask, it DID work but when i tried to post my answer, tumblr ate it and it vanished. i'd taken a precautionary screenshot (i know how tumblr is) and i resubmitted the question to try again, in case you were wondering wtf happened and why it's on anon now haha]

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>.< Eewp..doll iz zo obsessed w pjzk... Uhm ... :3 lil kawito n lil akwito hcz? Pleze adn thnk chu azhy!

The PJSK obsession is so real. Silly little tap tap game consuming my thoughts… BUT YAY VBS KAITO IS SO REGRESSOR CODED

Little Kaito + Little Akito

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⋆ Starting off with age ranges! Akito I see regressing from 4-6, he’s a big kid and he wants to do stuff! I haven’t written any regression content for Kaito before, but I’m thinking 2-5! He has potential to be tiny but he’s mostly in the toddler age range! This of course makes Akito the big brother most of the time! Which he is absolutely overjoyed about. He hates being the little brother in real life, with Kaito he’d the older one! Honestly if it weren’t for the big brother title he’d refuse to refer to Kaito as his brother

.ᐟ.ᐟ Akito likes keeping up his tough guy act. He doesn’t need friends! He doesn’t need relationships! And Kaito is just so openly clingy… Akito never truly gets mad or upset of course, but he definitely gets annoyed and exasperated. He’ll complain all the time that he’s too hot, Kaito just tugs on his hoodie to urge him to take it off. He’ll completing that he wants to move around, Kaito giggles and asks for uppies. He tries complaining that he’s hungry or thirsty, Kaito just eagerly exclaims “Me too!”

⋆ Some of their most peaceful times together is during snack times! Kaito loves his ice cream, and Akito loves his pancakes! Kaito is willing to share but Akito is not, and that’s ok! Kaito doesn’t get upset. Kaito will research what ice creams go best with pancakes and he’ll ask Meiko to get those flavors! It’s usually just vanilla, but I feel like maple ice cream could be good too! Akito acts annoyed but when he tries the ice cream pancakes combination he can’t help but babble softly about how good it actually is

.ᐟ.ᐟ Kaito is very much so monkey see monkey do. Akito has his pacifier? Kaito wants one! Akito’s getting a hug? Kaito’s barreling into them! And yes, the most chaotic part of this, my headcanon that little Akito screams to express any and all emotions? Yup that’s right. Monkey see monkey do. Kaito honestly uses it like a honing beacon, making a beeline to stand next to Akito and start screaming along with him! Honestly sometimes Kaito will even start harmonizing with him which annoys Akito so bad because he interprets it as Kaito dismissing the emotions he’s trying to express and it usually ends in him feeling self conscious and yucky

⋆ Akito struggles to let himself truly relax and let his guard down in general, this is only enhanced by Kaito’s presence though. He needs to keep up the cool older brother act! But Kaito’s not going to judge. He just sits next to Akito and pats him on the head. The headpats are incredibly clumsy and Akito gets hit in the face (gently) more than once, but it’s alright! Kaito is very gentle and patient, and Akito honestly loves the attention, touch starved little baby… He just grumbles his little complaints and Kaito tries to do better!

.ᐟ.ᐟ Akito is incredibly competitive, and he loves playing games! Soccer specifically because I will never shut up about little Akito playing soccer. He always complains about Kaito being on his team, saying that the younger regressor will make him lose. Obviously any and all caregivers make sure the littles team wins, Akito still complains each time though. And obviously Kaito wants to be on his big brothers team! Though sometimes they are on opposite teams to please Akito and then they have to rotate which team wins, and Akito is definitely a sore loser, full on sobbing and tantrum. He’s supposed to win! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

⋆ Kaito gets into trouble a bunch. Not on purpose! He’d just trying to have some yummy snacks! Those snacks just happen to belong to someone else… And while Akito pretends to not like Kaito he will stick up for him! Not to the extent of taking the blame, he makes it very clear that yeah Kaito did that, but he’ll huff and mutter about how “Was jus’ hung’y…” Kaito of course treats Akito like he just saved his life, constantly praising his big brother and thanking him for the help! Akito acts annoyed but he does enjoy the praise so he doesn’t try too hard to get Akito to stop

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Guys how am I posting so much today… Like what? Also my inbox is officially under 20 omg… Catching up? Whoa…

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