#i'm taking a small break now tho because i'm at a point where i am just

[elletromil]

Spent my whole day playing ffxvi and dear fuck i absolutely love the game

[sonotkari]

Meaningless

Hanni Pham x Fem reader

[ Synopsis ]

When, Where, and How did you and Hanni become so close? What was the start of the yapping duo's relationship?

Fluff

[ Word Count ]

1.6k

[ a/n ]

I'm struggling with my other fics so in the meantime I'm dropping this off to feed my children (I'm sorry I just need MORE TIME) This was just something I wrote without my two brain cells actually functioning so heads up for that info! /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

My dearest and my loved ones dis for u bae <3

Somewhere in your mind, you'd wonder how everything started but never recall the moment. Maybe it was that one time way back in March when she sent you a picture of pudding flavor ice cream because apparently, it reminded her of you. Or maybe it was when you ranted about how you had volleyball practice almost every day with no breaks making you lose your shit soon. The question of how you became so close with Hanni had come up in your mind from time to time but it would always end up with no answer. It's really not that big of a deal, where an answer was needed asap, no, it was like those shower thoughts or maybe those random questions coming up in your head at 3 am while listening to music on your headphones, something like that. Regardless, whatever or however the conversation started, you were very grateful for it because now you have someone on your side who would listen to your random yappings whether it was about that hallway crush or that annoying History teacher who mostly talks about his life rather than teaching the class. 

The memory recalls when that one time she asked about your MBTI which was trending off at that time for who knows why. You did it once before it became popular and didn't think much of it since you never really understood a thing. You just did it anyway because TikTok told you so. So why not? But to think of it now, you made a good life choice of taking a 15-minute survey with just two of your brain cells working. Because now you both were texting each other nonstop knowing you were matching MBTI's with her. "I knew it. You sound like an INFP" "What's that even supposed to mean" And in the very end, Hanni fell asleep in the middle of texting, debating whether fairies are real or not. 

Most of the time the text messages and everything else were random. Except for that one time when she got into a (not so) fight with her best friend, giving her the cold shoulder. It was about something that triggered her which made her feel uneasy. You remember clearly how Hanni had asked you to come to school earlier than you usually did because she wanted company. And how she confessed she wanted to get things back to how it used to be with her best friend while crying on your shoulder in the bathroom. Encouraging her to speak her feelings to her best friend, after some days she was smiling excitedly rushing her way to you, grabbing your arms, saying she finally "did it" telling her best friend how she felt, and now they're back on track. 

In class, she would be seated beside you and always giggle about small little things making you hold on for your dear life to not suddenly burst out laughing in the middle of the session because, for some reason, you were so easily affected by her. Her smile makes you smile, her laugh makes you laugh, and her cheeky grin addressed to you makes you roll your eyes and look at her in a sidelong look with a small smirk on your lips. Others would point out or look at you both with dumbfounded expressions because you both wouldn't stop giggling every 5 minutes and everyone in class already knew whose voices the giggles belonged to because of how frequently it would happen. 

It was before summer break had started and you were ranting at Hanni about how you won't be seeing each other once the break starts. "You'll miss me, right?" became a habit of yours to say in your everyday convos, and her replying with a "Will I tho?" made you smack the girl's arm as a set, and that also became another one of your (bad?) habits. You wanted to squeal and jump around hearing her respond "Of course" to your ask if you could randomly call her because of how you'd probably miss her a lot and feel sad out of the blue due to the lack of her presence. Talking on a call wasn't your thing because you only have two brain cells that don't function well and you left your vocabulary somewhere making you end up in a stuttering mess but, you'd rather be a stuttering mess to Hanni than spend 2 months without hearing her voice. 

One memory from another, you recall another happy moment with her. She was in the cheerleading team and you promised you'd see her cheer on the day of the game but sadly you got a high fever the night before and had to inform her you couldn't get to see her first cheer on her first game. You couldn't help but think about the disappointment in the girl's face especially when she was eager for you to come and watch. The temperature got a bit better the next day and you were debating to yourself. Yes, your head was panging in pain, yes your body was a bit hot, and yes you feel numb moving and basically doing anything. But will it be worth it to bear everything just so you could see Hanni's surprised happy expression when you go and watch her? Oh yes. You know damn well everything's worth it when it's about Hanni. 

There you were in a rushing mess, running around your room while trying to get dressed, finding the other lost pair of socks while holding a cooling gel sheet for your forehead in your hand. Running wasn't good for you since it'll make your temperature go high again but all the rushed efforts will go to waste if you missed it. Is there any other choice? Of course not, silly. By the time you got to the gates of the school, all you could hear was the rhythmical beat of your heart with your panting, trying to calm yourself before you entered the gym. Of course, she was the one who noticed you first. There it was. The face. The expression. The dimples that would show every time she smiled. Excitedly rushing to you and showering you with questions about your fever state. "Weren't you not feeling well? What are you doing here― are you okay? Are you about to pass out?" "I just couldn't miss your cheer. I for sure would've regretted it if I stayed home" Your (maybe not so bad) habit had definitely influenced her as you felt a gentle smack on your arm along with a soft giggle from the girl.

The leaves began to lose their vibrant colors, crisping up and slowly falling down with the cold breeze flowing by in November. You asked Hanni to go out and hang out in this cafe your friend told you that had the best pudding in town, which she happily agreed to, and now both of you were walking in circles at the same place lost. Having no sense of direction and the Google map not being useful at all, you decided to give up going to the place. But someone doesn't seem to be happy about it. "What do you mean, let's go to a different shop?" "No, it's fine we can just go in another time. Besides it's cold and you're not very good with the cold" You looked at the flushed red tip of Hanni's ears and nose as you mumbled. "I'm not giving up. You were so excited about the pudding, so we're going to eat that goddamn pudding" And now you were walking again with Hanni by your side but this time, you were holding hands to "keep me warm if you're that worried" 

"What are you smiling so giddily about?" You snap out of the memories and look at the girl looking at you with concerned looks. "You look creepy to be honest babe..." "Oh shut up" Replying with a playful snicker you stood up from your seat and walked your way to your girlfriend hugging her from the side, resting your chin on her shoulder. "Hey, do you remember how we became friends?" Shifting your gaze to her, slightly tilting your head as you asked so. "Uhh... I don't... think so..." She now looked at you with a puzzled look. "I think we just went with the flow" "Haha, wow I went with the flow and got a girlfriend? Must be a mastermind then" Smackng your arm, Hanni outed a chuckle. "Hey, remember when I used to smack you like that a lot but now we switched positions" "Oh I'm definitely influenced by you. Bad and good" You mocked an offended expression, holding your chest dramatically. "What's that supposed to mean...!?" Hanni laughed again and went back to making her coffee. "I definitely remember that one time you came to see me cheer with a fever" It was your turn to out a chuckle hearing her recall the memory. "Hey how about that one time we went out but then got lost midway?" "Yeah, and you insisted on finding the place, even making excuses to hold my hand" "Aaahhh shush! Shut up! I was 16 leave me alone!!" Hanni sheepishly laughed which made you laugh again as well. 

"We had meaningless conversations all the time, talking about random stuff" Sighing softly as you linger your thoughts about your past friendship with Hanni. "What do you mean, meaningless?" Hanni was now stirring her coffee, blowing it occasionally as she fixed her gaze at you. "All the conversations we had, meant everything to me" She took a sip of her coffee along with a sigh and stared at you again. You could feel the affection from her gaze and can't help but feel your chest get warmer every second with the small smile and the little dimples on her cheeks showing.

Every moment we spent together means more than anything to me than you'll ever know. 

Hanni secretly, quietly thought to her mind, while smiling at the woman she loved most.

yappers falling inlove r so cute

[fluffypotatey]

Was reading through your posts about Wukong's death flags, and I wanna link it with something I've noticed that, if the lmk writing team chooses to use in their favor, has the opportunity to be heartbreaking.

Lots of writers like working with the rule of threes, regardless of the genre. Basically bc stuff tends to be more impactful if you do it three times, with either small changes in each one, or 2 times where it's almost identical and a third that is very different.

Thus far, this has mostly (in lmk) been used for MK's development (with the development of his breakdowns), or comedy (especially with the first few episodes).

Anyway, now with season 5, there have been 2 times Wukong reaches out a hand towards Macaque, who hesitates and tries ro reach it, only for something to get in the way, (with the first one being a memory, and the second with Nine getting in the way)

I'm not saying they have to do this, bc the rule of threes is not exactly a "rule", more like a suggestion lots of writers like to take into account- but I am saying that they have the opportunity to have a third attempt to hold hands that:

1) actually works.

2) Is initiated my Macaque

Or 3) both.

And I'm also saying that, if they wanted to, they could make it be aligned with the theme of past (memory scroll one. What their relationship was once), present (Season 5 one. With the way their relationship is now, with them trying to be friends/close again despite the awful things that happened before) and future (if they were to make a third)

Bonus points if it has something to do with these death flags Wukong has been waving around like it's a competitive sport.

oh i do love me a foreshadowing that works in threes :)))))

you know what also works in threes? Wukong mentioning his immortality :)

uno

dos

tres :)

another: Wukong actively putting himself in harms way to the point of hurting himself :)

forcing his strength to break the seal and basically draining himself of all his magic

2. planning to place the Samadhi Fire inside himself even tho it was previously stated that not even SWK could withstand it

3. PLANNING TO TAKE MK'S PLACE IN SACRIFICING HIMSELF

like….sir

either die or stop doing that because my heart can only take so much 🫠 (<- lying. she can, in fact, and craves more of this same behavior)

so adding to the fact that if shadowpeach's third “hand reach" is the final straw 👀👀👀👀👀👀 like idk it's just a theory. merely a contemplation of all the threes going on :3

[stupid-boy-here]

Its 4:11 am i have not sleept and English is not my first language so if something is wrong or too much of a occ I'm sorry, i just had to make something of this, again it will make no sense and I'm still learning how to properly write and narrate,if you have a tip or something i would really treasure it

Even a Watcher is being Watched

-"BECAUSE IM ME"- Those simple words came out of the mouth of the dirty blond boy muffled by his closed teeth,he was angry, not at "tim" for confronting him, no no, he couldn't anyhow, he was mad at himself.

He was mad that not even he, a watcher, A god, being of chaos, creator of the so-called "Death games", that he as powerful as can be is still a cursed soul.

When grian first noticed was on the first day, on the first game, when he accidentally killed scar, although grian didn't tough of it for the first few days, it become more and more clear how no matter how much he tried to keep scar safe, it will bounce back, to the point in where it was a red and green duo, the duo that destroyed its own home, in where grian was forced to kill that same man, the man he screamed at to put some clothes on and be more protected, the man who'm he promised loyalty to, and the man he loved most, just that; kill him with his own fists, on the remains of his desert, close to a grave.

He never will forget the pain it caused to kill that man, the man who didn't hit grian even tho he was "betraying" him.

Pain knowing that Scar was willing to let grian take his life away from home.

The blood on his knuckles, the phantom feeling of his hugs, of grian's fist against scar's face.

Thats why even if it was for 10 seconds of that pain, he could not take it and decided to take his own life.

The second time was also to that cat-loving-guy, he told him to not be together again and that "everything that happend before does not matter now".

At that point he understood that those events where part of his curse, like Jimmy's,just that not so obvious, yet again on his ignorance,thinking that he could break it on a heartbeat,but no. He hurted the brunette and himself with those lying word's, and not just Scar but also his teammates, mostly Mumbo, who he made sure to take out the "game" taking once again the life of someone he loved with his whole heart.

The feeling was more bearable now, and that made grian feel sick.

The thrirth game was one of the hardest

As someone might think, being the soulmate of the person you first loved and abandoned is not a easy thing.

He tried to be as cold enough, to drive Scar away but it didn't budge, he just forgave grian and continued to be at his side, that something grian never got happy for.

And yet again he managed to hurt Scar one more time, on the search of something, someone else, he found a second-fake-soulmate; He and BigB called themself's "secret soulmates" even tho the secret part did not last more than a few days before Scar overheard them, hearing how grian was with someone else, doing all the things he wished grian to be with him.

Yet never said anything directly, just that one chance for grian to be truthfull with some "cookies", a painful reminder for the avian of what they used to be, and a reminder of the fact that he should not be griving over the thing he destroyed.

Not to mention the death of his secret soulmate, and his own soulmate being because of grian's own recklessness.

On the forth game it was more easy to deal with at least on the beginning it was, he got to see scar over the distance, and got a small group "bad boy's" he was happy for a while, even played as a watcher making more boogie's, to not "being sastificed with how fast the kill was made"

Grian's was feeling a little bit better over his curse, even Tim was having improvment's not dying first.

He even forgot about it, everything was going as good as it could, alies and enemy's not being that apart, for both good and bad. He made shinenigans and even a few good moments with his teammates.

That until that day, the day grian killed both of "his boy's", one was not his fault or so grian says to not get over the fact that both curses are coming back.

The other one was also an accident, people knew him too well, they knew that he could not get over a button unpressed. Yet it backfired for Lizzie pearl, and himself

Once again killing one of his teammate, close to his death.

And to no other than the "canary of death" the so-called "Death omen" even, his almost brother, bestfriend and also someone he loved and adored.

He could not forgive himself for doing it again, and for being sickeningly happy for it.

Grian never understood how his watcher's feelings and his more "humane" feelings could co-exist and yet they did, creating even more wilt on his already dying heart.

[definitelynotshouting]

I have said fuck being on anon my anon name is too long so henlo, it me, unstoppable object anon

anyways. scarian au where scar runs a bakery and grian runs a plant nursery across the street (don't ask why I thought plant nursery I just thought it would fit both of their s9 aesthetics?)

grian is welcomed into the neighborhood by scar baking up some goodies for him and leaving them on the doorstep in a little basket; grian is like "i must return this stranger's gift with my own" and places a little succulent pot next to scar's bakery door that evening while he closes up

3 days later a guy walks sheepishly into grian's shop with remnants of flour on him and he's like "hi I'm scar I run the bakery next door and uhm. thanks for the plant but unfortunately I don't have a green thumb and kinda...... killed it. It was really cute tho! I actually came in here to buy a new one, but this time can I have some instructions too?" now, grian isn't smitten at first sight but- okay he's a little smitten at first sight. He gives scar another plant on the house but this time tells him how to take care of his plant

2 days later scar's back and is like ".... my cat Jellie knocked the plant off the windowsill... I was too late finding it..." and at that point while grian is checking out scar's purchase the two of them chat and hey! they get along great!

anyways the pattern continues. every few days scar comes in sheepishly to get a new plant for like. two weeks straight. he even starts bringing pastries and cookies for grian. and it gets to the point that grian's like "bro. I'm about to have to cut you off, you're running my small plant collection dry!"

well. grian gets very surprised when a few days later he decides to actually visit scar's bakery and finds that hey wait a minute... all the windows are lined with grian's plants. not a single one of them had been killed!

turns out scar had actually accidentally killed the first one, but after meeting grian he started crushing a little and also decided some plants would make the bakery interior look nice, so he kept coming back. which.. would explain some of scar's excuses ("well, a toddler poured lemon juice into the pot and the poor thing just couldn't handle it" and "turns out putting one on your beside table right by the alarm clock isn't the best choice of placement" suddenly made a lot more sense as nervous fibs than truths)

anyways after grian "confronts" scar about it they start hanging out more and the pining is just. too much. way too much! it takes like, four of their friends coming together to get the two of them to finally get together ladsgh

but they have a happy ending, becoming known as the couple that run two separate shops across the street from one another <3

SQUISH FINALLY OFF OF ANON LETS GOOOOOO

This is sooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Scar pretending to kill his plants so he can have an excuse to see Grian more.... classic and cherished i love the pining here this is delicious

ALSO THE IDEA THAT THEY JUST HAVE THEIR SHOPS ACROSS THE STREET FROM EACH OTHER like i know the typical endgame concept for these aus is that they combine them into one shop but i honestly LOVE the idea of the shops still remaining separate??? Like just imagine Grian getting on break and running across the street just to bustle into the bakery and flirt with Scar behind the counter >:] or Scar walking into the plant nursery to hand Grian a pastry and kiss him on the cheek because he forgot breakfast??? This whole concept is so sweet and cute and i am eating it up rn thank you so so much

[novelcain]

Hi, it’s me again, I had a couple of ideas, a couple are about possible bard reader, another is a musing for any reader, and the last is a general question.

1. Bards aren’t solely musicians, (from my dnd experience,) they also recite poems, ballads, and stories. So what if Reader tries to keep some of the more prone to boredom pilgrims by talking about various other myths and stories she might know? For example, she might’ve had an ancient Egypt or Greek mythology phase and still remembers a lot of those stories and when things are getting dull, she just goes like “Hey, wanna hear a funny story?” And then talk about Midas getting cursed with donkey ears. It manages to occupy the silence with something more interesting.

2. I’ve seen the Ruan being suggested as Reader’s instrument, but I wonder if anyone has considered the Xun. A xun is basically a small ceramic or wood instrument in the same family as the ocarina, but played slightly differently. They’re quite portable, and they could also make for a convenient “which one of these identical monkeys is Six Eared Macaque,” test. Nothing against the Ruan, just wanted to share. (Bonus: if the Reader likes the Zelda games, she could play some of those songs and most of them are either soothing or fun to dance to.)

2.5. Personally, I am an edgy girl, so if I chose to sing, it’d be like the early 2000s nu-metal songs from groups like Evanescence, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, and all of that other stuff, so that’d be embarrassing.

3. How are she and Tripitaka going to stay warm in the winter? There were points in the book where it was stated to be snowing or at least very cold, and idk if Guanyin would give them coats or if they’d have to get one of the other pilgrims to beg for a couple of used old coats. If Guanyin did give them some, it’d be neat to see like a feather cloak or something along those lines as feathers (down) are very good at insulating and keeping one warm.

4. Given all of the times when Tripitaka either punishes Monkey too severely and/or kicks him out, I can imagine the Six Eared Macaque arc being the one where reader genuinely loses her patience and slaps the monk across the face. She doesn’t really even say anything, just turns to leave and if they say anything about how they need her to guide them, “well, you can figure it out for yourself, because I’m done putting up with your ‘holier than thou’ bullshit.” Then goes to find Wukong. Depends on if you want the one she finds to be the real one, trying not to cry, or if she runs into his doppelgänger. (Suppose we’ll have to wait and see.)

Have a good Sunday, Skittle!

-🌺 Anon

Hello again~

ok soooo i'm gonna admit that at first I had no idea what you were talking about but then I remembered that one of my followers did fanart with their version of Reader using a Ruan and I just wanna say that isn't canon it was just someone's art. anything that i post about ittw on here should be considered specifically not canon just for fun. i also won't answer any questions about what will happen in the future of any of my fics or au's (i know i'm a meanie😋). you can find all my ask rules on my pinned post 😊 (tho i might update them soon)

also everything about ittw was set in stone before i even began writing. nothing will change the plot even if i find an idea that i like (there was one idea from someone's fanart that i liked and i was thinking about using since it wouldn't effect the plot [after getting their permission] but i won't be doing that now because i don't want anyone to think i'm playing favorites or have a bunch of people try to get me to add their ideas as well. i've already had a bunch of people try to do that and it really stresses me out cause it's hard to stay nice in those situations) because of that (and i mean this in the nicest way possible i promise i'm not trying to sound like a jerk) i won't be taking any suggestions for plots unless i specifically ask for them🤗

I hope you have a great Sunday too, 🌺 Anon!

[cinhomi]

HI RORA I sent you an ask yesterday about how apparently my ask did not get eaten, just my notifs cause i have your notifs on and tumblr never sent the notif about the ask that got answered-

and then tumblr ate that ask. how ironic.

anyways yes! I am so sorry that I've been inactive sending asks, I got a nasty cough and have been coughing my lungs out for the past few days 💀 it's much better now tho! hope uni has been treating you well (on the other hand here uni can eat my ass-)

yeah small update on moot guy: well a few days ago he said that he'd be occasionally online if he had time to reply to me, and then today he sent me this really long message about how he'd be helping out with his prof and his prof would teach him stuff, so he'd be really busy and he was sorry that he'd be leaving me with nothing. said he'd be thinking of me a ton no matter what. I sent a really short answer bc I wasn't sure what to say. he apologized again and said he was sorry and please don't be mad...I think he's having a panic attack as he posted on his blog. 💀💀 I love him and I wish this isn't ending this way but god if this shit isn't tiring atop my already very loaded plate. at the end, I'm a girlie who believes firmly in equal standing, so there's no point if he'll be gone, I guess. if he won't reach out, then I won't come back.

anyways, enough sad updates here! (skzflix broke my goddamn heart) aside from skz, who's your favourite musical artist? I'm curious 👀

- titracha nonnie :3 (literally copying this ask rn in case tumblr eats it again 😩) (second time sending this ask help)

hi sweetie! I did imagine you sent something but it disappeared again, happy to receive your asks again and to know that you're doing better now 😊 and yeah, I got this one twice but it happens often, don't know why! tomorrow I'll take a day to stay home and work on some projects so hmm it's kicking me hard and it hurts but I'll get through it in a way or another :)

I understand caring about someone and all but we all have limits. you're right and you have to treat yourself like you deserve and yes, we have to respect others but when things get to the point where we are stressed/sad/anxious because of a situation we're in it's time to slow down or stop. it's exacly what you said at the end, "if he won't reach out, then I won't come back" you got straight to the point. I'm sorry this is happening... I already said that I've been in the same situation (more or less, maybe a bit more intricate) and it's a saddening experience. hope you'll be good soon.

skzflix was devastating and I could talk about it endlessly because I love skz lore sm, with all the theories and stuff!!

and you know who makes these things too? Twenty Øne Piløts, my favorite band of all times! been a fan since 2016 and no one could ever take their place... they literally saved my life.

but I listen to all genres of music so I have a pretty long list of artists I like... I generally prefer death metal (yeah I'm serious I'm a metalhead lol), visual-kei, and all that hard/chaotic music. it's actually a very difficult question for me, always, so I generally send my spotify account to people to make them understand a bit!

if I really have to choose someone beside TØP it's Diaura, another band. I can't list anyone else or I'd feel guilty and want to say everyone... take a look at my playlists if you'd like, or at my followings!

if you want to know for k-pop, beside SKZ being my ult group I love BTS, NCT (all units) and recently Ateez too... I'm back from a long break so yeah, I'm starting to know them just now haha (as for girl groups I don't like them too much but I enjoy (G)-Idle and LESSERAFIM a lot). fav korean solist rappers are BewhY, Villain and Gwangil Jo!

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The Impala races along a road, Y/N sat in the driver’s seat, with Dean in the passenger and Sam in the back, leaning forwards and resting on the front seat.

"I don't understand Y/N. Why not?" Sam says angrily.

"Because I said so," she says, looking at him before turning her gaze back to the road.

"We got the Colt now!" Dean adds.

"Dean..." Y/N warns.

"We can summon the Crossroads Demon," Dean says.

"No, we're not summoning anything," Y/N says, but is ignored as he continues. “Come on Dean, even you don’t like interacting with demons.”

"Pull the gun on him, and force him to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if that'll work!"

"Well then we'll just shoot him! If he dies then the deal goes away!"

"We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you two are pitching me right now is a bunch of 'ifs' and 'maybes' and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you both die."

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!" Dean shoots back.

"Guys, enough! I am not going to have this conversation."

"Why, because you said so?" Sam mutters.

"YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

"Well, you're not Dad!" Sam and Y/N silently stare at each other while Dean looks between the two.

"No, but I am the oldest," she says fiercely before raising her voice. "And I'm doing what's best. And you two are gonna let this go, you understand me?" Sam, Dean, and Y/N stare at each other angrily. Sam leans back in his seat as he turns away and looks out of the window while Dean looks back at the road. The three look angry but aren't saying anything.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer," Y/N says, taking a deep breath and becoming calmer, but Sam doesn't reply. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Sam grabs a paper from his lap and reads monotonously.

"Psychotic killer...rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."

"Okay, any mention of his razor-sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?"

"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."

"Two days, no sweat," Dean says.

The three are in a hospital room, where a man lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. The three are dressed as detectives, holding their fake badges up to the man, Y/N holding a photo up with hers.

"I'm Detective Glass," Y/N says. She points to Dean. "This is Detective Plant." She points to Sam. "And Detective Page. We're with the county Sheriff's Department."

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you," the man says.

"You have?" Dean asks.

"All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?" Sam turns towards Dean and Y/N.

"...uh," he says.

"Absolutely," she says.

"Yeah," Sam says quietly.

"Yeah. That is exactly who our partner is," Dean says, gesturing to Sam. "The things he can do with a pen..." The twins laugh. Sam glares at the two. "But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"

"I- I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just ... stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that, he just took off running."

"'Kay," Sam sighs. "Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." Sam pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket and starts sketching.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..."

"Six feet..."

"Dark hair..." The man says. Dean and Y/N peek at Sam's sketch.

"Uhm, what, what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?"

"Maybe...blue?"

"Blue?" Sam questions.

"It was dark."

"Did they seem..." Dean starts before looking to Y/N.

"Uh, animal-ish?"

"Excuse me?"

"What about his teeth? You notice anything...strange about 'em?" The man shakes his head.

"No, they were just teeth."

"Teeth, okay."

"How about his fingernails?" Y/N asks.

"OK look he- he's just a normal guy, with normal eyes and teeth and fingernails!"

"Look sir, it's okay if-" Sam is cut off by the man.

"No... No." His voice starts to break. "Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers." He looks at the three. "How would you feel?"

"Can't imagine anything worse," Y/N says, glancing at her brothers. She nods minutely.

"I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details..." Dean says.

"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character," the man says. "Umm... it's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner---"

"Wile E. Coyote!" Y/N says, pointing at the man before he points right back at her.

"Yeah, that's it." Y/N smiles as they lower their arms, the brothers glancing at her and nod. A doctor then comes in.

"Kyle?"

"Dr. Garrison," Kyle greets him.

"How you holding up?" He asks.

"Okay, considering."

"You're Kyle's Doctor?" Y/N asks.

"Yes," Dr. Garrison replies. Y/N shows him her fake badge. "Can I just ask you a few questions?"

"Sure," Dr. Garrison says, nodding. The two leave the room, leaving Sam and Dean with Kyle. Kyle points at Sam's notebook.

"Don't I get to see it?" Sam stammers and looks at the picture. Dean looks at the picture of the stick figure over his shoulder. He turns away and holds back a laugh.

"Uh..." Sam trails off, letting a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. yeah. Yeah. Uhm, yeah, it's a, you know...work in progress." Sam hands Kyle the drawing.

"Hm. It - it's really...huh," Kyle hums. Dean then laughs quietly. Y/N comes back with Dr. Garrison and they head out of the hospital and walk down the street. Y/N looks at Sam's drawing and smirks.

"Boy, this is a piece of, uh, art. Really?" Dean says sarcastically.

"He tried," Y/N says as Sam grabs back his notebook.

"Yeah, like you two couldn't have done any better," Sam looks to Y/N. "So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?"

"Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report."

"Lemme guess, their hearts were missing," Dean says.

"Nope," Y/N sighs. "But chunks of their kidneys, lungs, and intestines."

"That's just gross," Sam says.

"That's just gross," Sam says.

"Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behaviour," Y/N suggests.

"So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed," Dean suggests.

"Why would a Demon stop halfway through an attack?" Y/N says,

"I think that, uh...Could've...Yeah, I got nothing," Dean shakes his head.

"Me neither."

==

The three, in formal wear, approach the hospital room when two Sheriff's deputies exit a patient's room. Sam, Dean, and Y/N hastily alter course and focus on a set of flowers on the counter as the deputies pass by. Sam, Y/N, and Dean continue down the corridor to the room where the deputies exited.

"Please, please," the patient pleads, close to tears.

"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system," Dr. Garrison says, rubbing her shoulders.

"I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!" She pleads tearfully.

"It can wait. Now you need to rest," the woman slowly lays back. "Stay. I'll be back in a few minutes." Dr. Garrison walks towards Sam, Dean, and Y/N, who are standing in the doorway. He sighs. "Detectives."

"Dr. Garrison," Dean greets.

"What the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane."

"We'll let you know as soon as we do," Sam says. Dr. Garrison leaves, and the siblings move into the room.

"Miss Watson?" Y/N says, the woman looks up at her. Y/N smiles softly. "Hi. We just need to ask you a few questions." Sam, Dean, and Y/N produce their badges.

"Do we have to go over this again? Now?" Miss Watson says, looking between the three.

"We'll try to be brief. Miss Watson, can you tell us how you got away?" The woman nods.

"I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it," she explains. "And, when the old woman was... carving up Ken, I shoved her, and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove." She pauses. "She's dead, right? I- I killed her?"

"Do you have any idea why she's done this to you?" Dean asks.

"No! One minute she was a sweet old lady and the next she was, like, a monster."

"Can you remember anything else?" Sam asks.

"Um, yeah," she sniffs. "Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?"

"A... little girl? At the house?" Y/N questions.

"I thought I saw her outside the window. She, she just disappeared. Just vanished, into thin air," Sam, Dean, and Y/N share a look.

"It must've been the drugs."

"This disappearing girl - what, what did she look like?"

"Does it matter?" Y/N smiles softly.

"Yes. Every detail matters," Miss Watson sighs.

"She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. She was a beautiful child," she explains. "It was... odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible."

==

The Impala is parked outside the old lady's home.

"Well, there's no sulfur anywhere. How about the EMF?" Dean asks. Sam stops at the window with the EMF.

"Yeah, it's going nuts," he says. "When I went over here by the window...There's definitely a spirit here."

"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched," Y/N says.

"Looks like."

"What the hell do you make of that?"

"Actually, I do have a theory. Uh, sort of," Sam explains.

"Hit me," Dean says. Y/N punches his arm, and he grabs it. "Not literally," Y/N shrugs.

"Continue," she says.

"Well, thinking about fairy tales."

"Oh, that's cute," Y/N says, looking at Dean.

"He did love his fairy tales when he was younger," he says.

"No, Guys, I'm talking about the murders. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em?" Sam explains. "That's Hansel and Gretel. And then we got three brothers, arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf."

"Three Little Pigs," Dean says.

"Yeah."

"Actually, those guys were a little chubby. Well, wait, I thought those things ended with, uh, everybody living happily ever after?"

"No, no. Not the originals," Y/N says as Dean moves to the window. "See the Grimm Brothers' stuff was kinda the folklore of its day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism."

"Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories," Sam says.

"So, you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy," Dean says.

"Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?"

"Touché," Dean says as he walks over to the tables with bags on.

"How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" Y/N asks.

"Uhm ... Well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too."

"We gotta do research now, don't we?" Sam shrugs before pulling a bag over his shoulder and walking out. Dean closes his eyes.

"Not research, our lives are gonna end!" Y/N jokes as she pulls a bag over her shoulder.

"Bitch," Dean mutters, pulling another bag over his shoulder before the twins follow Sam out.

==

Dean and Y/N exit a library, Dean looking not too happy as they walk over to Sam.

"So?" Sam says.

"Checked every record they had," Dean informs. "Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." The three walk across the road towards a park.

"Okay."

"Wanna know how many how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?" Y/N asks.

"Zero," They enter the park.

"Zero! You wanna know how many how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip, zilch, nada," Dean says. "Tell me you've got something good 'cause we've totally wasted the last six hours."

"That I agree with," Y/N says. Sam chuffs.

"Well, you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s."

"She got a thing for fairy tales?" Y/N says.

"Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where, uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits."

"A ghost puppet master," Dean says.

"Yeah."

"Think that's what this kid is doing?" Y/N says. "Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?"

"Could be. You know, kinda like uh, uh, spirit hypnosis or something."

"Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us," Sam, Dean, and Y/N stop walking. They look down to see a bullfrog sat in their path, croaking.

"Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal," The bullfrog croaks again and again.

"All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales," Dean says.

"I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog," Y/N says.

"Hey. Check that out," Sam points to a house opposite. A pumpkin sits on the porch.

"Yeah? It's close to Halloween."

"You remember Cinderella?" Sam asks. "With the pumpkin that turns into a coach, and the mice that become horses?" Dean looks at Sam.

"Dude, could you be more gay?" Sam looks at Dean, nonplussed; his jaw speechless for a moment. "Don't answer that."

"Says the one who dreamed of kissing Ariel," Y/N mutters.

"Dude. She's a freaking mermaid."

[creune]

Still kicking

And will continue to do so, worry not

Although these messes of rambles are not easy to read grammatically so, sorry about that

It's more emotion that anything else

It just feels cathartic to post them

Hey, maybe someone will see them and find something they can take away from it

Like, small emotional lessions on what's what or just the feeling they aren't alone dealing with certain situations

Or maybe they come to the conclusion that it was a waste of time and eat a sandwich instead

Who knows?

I don't

Anyway, I have been facing a lot of internal stuff lately

One of them being some friends I have or had, I'm not sure anymore

I pulled away from them

I blamed my college classes for never having time to talk in the discord server we had

Still, told them my DMs are always open

And months passed without a single one

Which stings as before I sent a message to each one, in dms, every day

I sent them messages on birthdays, at least to those who had them since, they responded, had a small chat with each and back to radio silence

I have also gained to my tally

Guess how many remembered?

We were friends for a couple years, mind you

I can live with that

I have emotionally just, disctanced myself from them

Didn't leave the server, probably won't for a while

Can't be bothered

Also at least I have an easy way to check up on them once or twice a month

I never talk tho

I just, can't bring myself to it

I don't want to deal with all that emotional bullshit and talking people down and call me selfish but I am just tired of that

I'm tired of never having the option to feel my own emotions, to talk about what's bothering me, not even on bad days just to listen to one of them rant and bash and pushing me to the edge on purpose (admitted by one clear as day ib a message lost under a flurry of others, buried under issues and vents and judgement

I can't hate them, or feel even any negative about them tho

I mean, they were kids with serious issues

And I was another kid trying to help them

But one day I just

Snapped

It has been building and building for so long, as I held onto the happy memories, before stuff and things began to happen, before I had to question "is everyone else truly the problem or am I just so blinded?"

But at one point, I just had enough

I fully disconnected myself

I talked only once since then, and cut that short as well

One person did message me, but it was more about them wanting to rent than an actual conversation

It always was

But then again, what can you do?

I got tired of being angry, of being bitter, of dancing near the edges of breaking down but having to push through "just one more day", keep it together for "one more day", thex need you right now so keep it in for "one more day"

Biggest lie I told myself

It was the foolish belief that maybe the next will be my turn to finally let stuff out

Didn't know any better

Still don't

Probably never will

Taking up space was never something I could do without guilt

I just wish I ran at the first signs of trouble

But I was too naive

Believing that "hey, stuff happens, but everything will be okay", repeating the same mantra of "just be patient, you'll find your out, there's light" until it became something hollow

Something I could no longer believe

Something that kept me going to

All losing its meaning after so many repeating

Day after day after day, it became more and more empty until I no longer said it because I believed, but because I had to

I had to and I did

And people were willing to wait "just a little longer" to see if I was right

It worked, and that's what it needed to do

And as long as they were willing to try, that was enough for me

But there comes a point where you have to realize

That while others were willing to try, that even if they were hopeless, they were willing to humor you, because really, they felt they had nothing to loose, that after many late nights, a couple of severe cases of barely any sleep

You yourself don't have anyone to pull you back

You lost yourself trying to anchor others so bad, there's nothing left to keep yourself steady

So I became angry, and bitter

I was still joking around but I seethed on the inside

Because the "one more day" never came

It was more of the same, the same conversations, the same issues you cannot help, the same things of complaining but never acting yet waiting for a miracle

Waiting for the light to dig itself through a cavern

And I just couldn't get them to start digging up

It seems so simple, isn't it

"if you get angry by xyz, don't engage"

"starvation is bad for you, so is sleep deprivation"

"get off twitter if you think it's a cesspool"

Not doing anything yet expecting results, for other people to do the work for them

It gets grating after a while

And yet I tried

And the more I tried, the more I got burried myself

At some point I had to realize that I need to dig or I will be burried alive

That's how it felt

Being burried under so many people's issues and traumas and bad habits

I don't wanna knock on anyone who is struggling with trauma, mental issues, abuse

I know it's not an easy journey

I'm just hoping most of you realize that every journey starts by taking a single step, then another

And not by sitting and watching the end of a road, waiting for it to get closer

It will only slip farther

And again

I don't hate these people

They were my friends for a good while

But, I just couldn't keep going the way I was

I was too weak to walk with other people's bags, catching them when they fell, when whenever I slipped, no one would catch me, or help me up

Sometimes when people tell you that your efforts are worthless in their eyes because it's not enough proof you care, it kills you inside

Sometimes when you have to crisis manage at night while everyone is panicking, knowing full well you can't expect anyone to help, not because they can't, but because, after having been through the exact same song and dance so many times before, they still can't make a difference between a small issue or a real threat, you just learn to keep your own emotions to yourself, to read off of a script of "it's gonna be fine"

When the issues you do share are publicly turned against you, even if shared in private, or they are brought up to show that humans are inherently cruel, you start to believe it, that you don't deserve help or attention

Sometimes you just, want a shoulder to cry on ober losing family or over the fears of uncertainty and when they get brushed under the rug, you start feeling truly alone

I called them friends, because they were

But I can't even get myself to talk in that server, because of the fear, the anger, the resentment I still feel

The feeling if being used

I know I should have left earlier, before I got fed illusions, but I was blind to it until I couldn't take it anymore

There's nothing for me there anymore

And call me selfish, as I am, but I would like to live a happy life

A life where I can genuinely smile, be happy, play games or read or be away from my phone without guilt

I want to live my life free, I want to live my life happy

And call me selfish, but I don't care anymore

I can't bring myself to care

They sure as hell never did for me

So why would I bother for those who would let me sink?

I finally know who my true friends are, the people who truly care for me, who love me

Two were by my side all along, supporting me, listening, working together, all of us, so none of us would get left behind

One has entered my life and shook it up to hold me by my hand and show me what love is, showed me how to smile again, to have hope again

I just needed to let this out

So I can truly, genuinely believe it when I say

"It's going to be okay"

[astrxealis]

APOLLO!!! OMG HI HAVEN'T TALKED TO U FOR LIKE A HOT MIN 🙁!!! and omg how r u?? how's life lately<33?? also saw ur recent post abt music and stuff!!! as someone who also tried to learn playing the guitar i only know like 3 chords and that's it HELP i basically gave up because it got to the point my hand would hurt after practice 😭

i have to say tho being scared of like starting an instrument because its intimidating is normal!! when i started learning the violin i was definitely scared bcs most of the people i wld be with for class was like playing for almost 9 years 😭??? and i was afraid i wldnt be able to catch up, even my mom expressed her concerns abt it 🥹 but looking at where i started and where i am now!! im proud to say my improvement is there even though its not as big or impressive but its noticeable!!!

i hope ur fears wont stop u from learning, i'd say that learning music is amazing and a precious time and if u or lune need any help im here :)!!!

TAKE CARE AND GOODLUCK ON UR JOURNEY!!!

AN HI LOVEY !!! it really has been a while AAA I NEVER REPLIED TO MY LAST ASK TO YOU BUT i will rn rq as well uhm.

i totally get taking a break i kinda did that as well, and yes that's absolutely amazing, rlly shld put yourself first with those kinda stuff <3 hehe + I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN ENJOYING FR ... balancing everything is difficult fr but you got this (so do i hehe we got this fr) ^__^ AND TY BUBS AND @noxtivagus SAYS TY AS WELL I'M SURE <33 i have not seen the show yet ngl SOBS i never played the og myself but only watched my dad play ... hashtag Coward but shh T__T tbf we don't have a means to play it anymore bcs our ps3 broke and we only had a ps3 copy eee and likely won't get for 4/5 anytime soon ... but i think we cld watch the show sometime soon anyway so. WILL SEE. it seems so good so far tho from what i've seen and REAL the actors are >>>

anyway sorry this is so long i still tend to ramble... </3 but i am WELL <3 just. busy and stressed lots ngl :") and okay i took a while to reply to this but i kept telling lune abt this teehee AAA TYSM FR ... yeah, i'll keep that all in mind thank you lots T__T i'm rlly gna try to set aside time to learn/relearn instruments? and then uh. w consistency. yeah! improvement (however small) !! <3 hehe also proud of u btw AND ONCE AGAIN thank you mwa still amazing lil sibling fr even if we don't talk as much anymore HAVE A GOOD WEEK ALRIGHT !!!

[fancyfade]

📓

Something I'm not gonna be able to work on for a while but NTT fix-it fic for when it starts going off the rails. Some plotpoints I know I want to include:

Dick and Kory break up after the Tamaran arc (rather than the Mirage and Wedding Crasher Arc). Raven also might start seeing Kory sometime soon after like in your fic :)

The Brother Blood brainwashing stuff is isolated to just after issue 40 something and Dick slowly gets angrier there, to the point where he has control pretty much up through ToT, because I don't want to negate what I find meaningful about his nightwing arc.

Possible a ToT slight re-write on the ending, where Raven gets to stand up to Trigon rather than putting that in the Brother Blood arc. I dont think she should be involved in the brother blood arc that happens right after tamaran arc 2.

Tara is not dead, but she is believed dead. She should show up sometime after Joey has already gotten adapted to the team, because I want Joey to have a place in the team before she shows up again. However I'm not sure where to go with her after that, whether she joins the team or just they find out she's alive. I did like @ravens-wings birds of prey tara idea but IDK if it would include it in my main canon b/c I'm not sure how much it would change. Basically she needs something tho.

The Gar plot with Slade right after Tara's 'death' involves the other titans helping Gar realize that Slade was manipulating him when he did that sob story/tara was the bad one/ i have an honor code thing. IDk when it would happen, if it would be in the place it takes place in canon or it could be after ToT maybe since that's when he talks some about killing people (IIRC he mentions madame rouge?)

The part I'm less sure about including but I think might be cool...

I might keep Joey's death (just b/c I don't know what to do w/ him until he gets revived again in canon, this will hopefully change after I read the rest of NTT and other 1990s Titans comics) but it would have to be in a way less unsaitsfying than the wildebeest arc. but I am into the idea of Slade killing him (possibly on accident, maybe he was trying to kill someone else and Joey stopped him). I am stealing from Teen Titans: Earth One here, and Joey's body still dies but his soul or whatever winds up possessing slade and exerting its influence on him (but it starts very subtle and small and Joey isn't really strong enough to do much or fully aware of what is going on at first because he is almost dead/actually dead). but anyway. for the time the writers are expecting the reader to believe he's a decent human being, it's due to joey's influence. Mostly I want the Teen Titans to see his change and then realize that something is going on (and perhaps Tara could try to kill him here).

I actually did like. Write some snippets of this

Joey's eyes met Slade's at the instant of his death, but nothing happened. His body was still there, his son was still dead

Sade, after he's having some doubts (kicked off by him being unable to pull a trigger on a mission when the target was looking at him): Is it possible that Joey survived? He looks in the mirror. “Joey?” No response. “Are you there?” 'I won't be mad, Joe.” (this scene continues til he loses his patience): “Joseph Wiliam Wilson, come out of there right now!' (he sounds like Adeline). Still nothing.

He decides the simplest and most likely explanation is he's going crazy. He can't chalk it up to guilty, because he's never taken a contract he couldn't justify completing. It's an after effect of the drugs. Of the experiment.

[noritoshiikamo]

The weather where i live , right now its drizzling and thunder lightning...is it bad that i am expecting Geto to come to my room drenched from the light drizzling and sweat to punish me ...because i had send some nudes to him while he was taking class at the university? He dismissed all the classes of the day saying he isn't feeling so well to come over and punish me for making him hard in class? While he comes into my room to only find me humping my pillow in awfully short pajama shorts and cold shoulder crop top ..wet with my juices . He get really mad for not following his rules and getting overboard with my confidence to pleasuring myself.

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inspired by professor geto series // spitting, spanking just light stuff

“look at what we have here.”

the sound of his voice echoed the small room followed by the rumbling of the thunder enough to set your spine straight. you didn’t dare move, especially when you know he’s not going to shut up about the wet patch staining his pillow. “i-i can explain, it’s-” you yelped when his hand pressed on your back, pushing you forward flat on the bed. the bed dipped as geto climbed on in, sitting between your legs preventing you from closing it.

“nu’uh you don’t get to feel shy, baby,” he purred, finger toying with your short. a small tug brushed the material against your swollen clit enough to sent electric shock up your spine. your breath hitched as his fingers shamelessly dipped into your cunt, nuzzling two straight into it. “so fucking wet, have you cum yet?” you nodded, clutching on the comforter.

“how many?” he asked, caressing your soft mound. you know what’s coming; geto doesn’t like it when you disobey his house rule. it was simple; you’re not allowed to touch yourself without his permission. of course you break it. not only you touched yourself and cum without his permission, you made some point to even sent him photos in the middle of his class. a class that he had cancelled early because he’s feeling sick (read: he was solid hard behind the lectern and unable to move because it’s too visible with his cream slack) and that it’s a good weather to relax because week 14 is coming and he wants his students to relax.

he was willing to take consequences.

“how-” geto pressed on your clit, sharp hiss escaped your lips as he dragged u back from day dreaming, “many?”

“twice, it was only twice, i promise!”

smack! his hand landed on your ass, another on your thigh to hold you down. you’re not gonna run away from this, you’ve made your bed, geto is going to make sure you’re tucked in it. you yelped, clawing on his wrist as he grabbed you from the neck, pulling you up on the pillow, back against his chest. “what have i told you about disobeying my order?" his breath fanned your ears as he pushed your tops upward, hand palming your breast immediately. "i'm sorry, professor, i promise i'll be good," your lips jutted forward, tears pulling in the corner of your eyes. his hand went up around your neck, a small smile on his face as he pressed his obvious boner against your ass.

"show me how you do it"

your eyes widened? "huh?"

another smack landed on your ass, you hissed, "don't try and act smart around me. you know what you did earlier," his grip on your throat tightened knocking air out of your lung, "you can please yourself without me, i want to see it." geto let go of his grip on you, the bed shuffled underneath them as geto moved forward, resting his back on the headboard, unzipping his slack to ease some pressure from his growing boner. he reached for his pack, slipping the stick between his lips and before he could light it up, he realised you weren't moving. his brows jotted up, "what are you waiting for, sweetheart? i'm giving you a chance, make yourself cum, i'm waiting."

you shook your head, "it's different, you're here, i can make you feel good tho."

geto closed the lighter with a loud click, eyes staring down on you boringly as he took a long drag. "don't make me say it again, sweetheart," he cooed, lolling his head to the side. he knew exactly what he's doing, he know exactly how your body react. the sheer humiliation of masturbating in front of someone is your biggest weakness but it's geto's favourite little kink; seeing you teary eyes, begging for geto to touch you and make you cum because you couldn't cum under scrutiny of someone's eyes. he lives of your desperation, his little touch starved student.

"g-geto please," you begged, hips rolling slowly against the pillow between your thighs. your face were warming up with every roll of your hips, tits hanging out of your shirt as geto watched with lack of interest in his eyes.

"please what?"

"please, i want you so badly. please, please."

his hand reached to cup your jaws, "i won't touch you until you can get yourself to cum, that's your punishment for trying to play smart with me. don't break the rules if you know you can't take the punishment. understand?" you nodded, tongue immediately rolling out in defeat. geto grinned, he had trained you too well as he spitted in your mouth.

"good girl. now, get back your punishment. i have all day, baby."

[lovysmtalks]

Fallen for the wrong you

(Based on this idea)

Even from when Marinette was a child she liked being more boyish- in her mind clothes have no gender and will never have.

But the world thought differently

Her father didn't like her for that

And neither did the people around her

Nino who was a childhood friend of hers always said that she should be more feminine.

She laughed it off as being a joke but when he didn't laugh with her she just stopped talking about it.

✎

She was 14, after she had one of the girls in her class confess her love for her, she realized that she was bisexual.

She started dating Lila, a popular girl in her school.

But once Lila visited her house, it was like hell was brought on her head.

Lila stated ranting about how she should dress like a lady and be more girly, and she should stop talking like a boy and talk more softly and be more demure.

(while Marinette literally had to go to therapist because she wasn't exactly talking and didn't talk to anyone for 4 years)

Marinette with a heavy heart took her advice and stepped out of her comfort zone by asking her parents to help her be more girly.

For the next few months Marinette observed Lila's personality traits and tried to recreate them as much as she could.

The soft and stutter voice

The soft smile

The pink dresses and short skirts

✎

After 2 years,  Marinette was now known as a bubbly and shy person. Dont get me wrong, Mari observed how Lila was flirting with other guys and started ranting about anything the short girl did wrong.

But Marinette observed something else too

People were really kind to her,

The teachers complimented her on the dresses that she wore

The people in school talked to her more

For fucks sake, even her dad talked to her more.

That kinda her the poor girl, but now she was finally accepted, right?

✎

Last year of lycée...

Year with a lot of exams and brought by excitment of starting a new chapter in your life.

Lila broke up with Marinette at the end of last year, turned out she was just confused and never actually liked Mari.

The girl was really hurt it.

But her dad said suck it and be a man.

(Ironic because he treated her badly when she was more boyish)

✎

When she started college, she met Adrien

A son of a big designer in Paris.

He befriended her, and they spent alot of time together

She started to fall for him and she tried to confess...

but then when they opened up more to each other, it turned out that he was an incel that believed a woman belongs in the kitchen and is basically a sex toy and a baby maker

Mari started to distance herself from him, and made a note in her mind that said "I hate men and I'm shit scared of them, never fall for anyone and dont get in relationships or anything more then hookups."

✎

Last year of college.

Marinette meet Chloe Bourgeois.

The two girls because friends fast due to both of them having similar childhoods and interests.

Chloe helped Mari open more and teched her to not give a shit about anyone or anything

✎

After collage, Mari and Chloe opened their own company

Even tho it was hard at the start.

They started with nothing else then a little help from Mari's uncle, Jagged, and Chloe's mom, Audrey.

It was hard, with most of the industry being controlled by selfish rich men

But they did it

They made it to the top

After 2 years of trying, they finally made  it up there

After many ups and downs, they finally did it.

Both girls were know for being the most kind people in the industry.

And they planned to keep that face on as long as they could.

After all, people dont like it when girls are rough and 'mean'

✎

Damian lost a bet.

That was what started the hell hole

Dick and him made a bet and he lost it? The world must have come to an end.

*Flashback*

"Ok little D, you must stop being in your room all the times,  dont you have friends to hang out with?" Asked Dick

Damian stares at him for a second

"Jon is on a mission with his family, did you forgot?" He said

"Yea but that doesn't mean you just stop going outside." Dick said seriously.

Damian wasn't the type to have many friends or go out a lot, everyone knew it, but now Richard was just being an asshole for reminding him that.

"Look, why don't you get a job? You will have to take father's place one day and you dont even know anything about what he does." Dick said

"Of course I know what he does, I..he..uhm" Damian was at a loss of words

'Am I really that ignorant?' He thought

"Look, why dont you two have a bet, if Dick over here wins, you will get a job, if Damian wins, Dick will leave you alone forever and never bring it up again." Jason said

Damian looked at his two older brothers

"I'm in." Dick said

After some seconds

"I'm in as well" Damian murmured

The bet was who can capture the next villain to appear faster.

Dick was faster with only some minutes, meaning that Damian lost.

*Flashback ends*

He was now standing infront of the building of a company he had no idea of. And he was very lost.

✎

Once Damian stepped through the door, he was pushed by someone, making them both fall on the floor

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Asked the soft voice of the person who pushed him

"Yea I am alright" he said

He opened his eyes to see a short girl giving him a hand to get up

They made eye contact

Damian's breath cut short

After some seconds, the girl heard her phone ring

"Oh hell, Chloe must be waiting. I'm sorry I have to go"  she said as she started to run

Damian didn't have time to ask any questions as she ran fast, very fast to the lift.

The guy linked repeatedly as he looked after her, a small smile forming on his lips.

✎

It's been 6 months since Marinette bumped into Damian.

The two of them got closer and they became friends... until the 4th month

That's when Damian confessed his crush on her.

She told him she felt the same.

And they started dating, and neither of them could be happier

✎

It was a late night after a celebration party

Both of them got drunk

When they got to the hotel, they started heavily making out, with no care into the world

Clothes started to come off as they moved to the bedroom

They got to the bedroom with him being in his bottoms and her being in only her shirt

They threw themselves into the bed

Damian slowly started to take off her shirt

But when his hand touches her skin

He felt something weird on her waist

Damian stopped the kiss so both of them could breathe

Once the dizziness from the kiss stopped his eyes went on her waist

His brain took a screenshot

He saw alot of tattos on her torso

Marinette looked up at him

Her eyebrows narrowed searching for his gaze. Once she found it, her mind panicked.

She pushed him off the bed and got up, searching for her clothes

Until Damian woke up from his shocked state, she was already gone out of the door.

He got up to look after her but once he was in the hallway, there was no sight of her anymore.

✎

*Some days after the break*

"Are you sure this is alright?" Marinette asked Chloe, who was sitting at her office.

"Babe, he lied to us about who he was and then got close to you, most probably to use it against you, you know how men are, they are all the same, plus,  you can give the job to someone who actually needs it" Chloe said as she threw a paper on the desk.

Marinette looked at the paper, it was  a dismissal paper.

2 days ago the girls found out who he really was.

The son of a rich competitor. Bruce Wayne to be more specific

Both Mari and Chloe know how the Waynes are.

They are cold, and mysterious.

Marinette was having second thoughts about this, but she couldn't risk her name being stepped on, not after working so much to get where she was.

The girl started to think if their relationship even was a relationship, they both were lying to each other.

She knew he wont accept her as she is, and now after learning who he really was, there was no doubts that it was real, and he probably didn't care, like everyone (besides Chloe) in her life.

"Hi Sam, call Damian in Mari's office please."  Chloe said to the secretary.

Marinette got behind Chloe and tried to ignore what was gonna happen

After some minutes, there was knock on the door

"Come in'' said Chloe trying to hide the rage in her voice

In the door stood tall no one other then Damian Wash- I mean Wayne.

"You called me Chloe?" he asked

Damian looked behind the blonde girl to see his girlfriend (?) Turned with her back and looking at the window

"Its Miss Bourgeois to you." She said in a icy voice.

Damian opened his mouth in surprise

"And yes, I called you, please sign this" the blonde says pointing at the paper infront of her

Damian hesitantly got closer to the desk to read the paper

"A dismissal paper? What's this about?" He asks confused as he looks at Mari again

"Dont play dumb Washington." Chloe said, putting anger on the word 'Washington'

Damian looks at the girl shocked, his eyes winded

"Marinette, if this is about that night I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" the man was stopped by Chloe

"Dont you dare try to talk with her after you lied about everything Wayne."  The blonde said loudly.

Damian let out a sort breath while he still looked at Marinette.

"This is a misunderstanding, I didn't lie to you guys, let me expl-" he was once again stopped by Chloe slamming the desk

"ENOUGH WAYNE, just sign this and were done."

Damian's eyes didn't leave Marinette

"Angel, please let me explain." He pleated

Marinette's head turned a little to the side

"We're over." She whispered, with a hint of sadness in her voice

Damian's eyes winded more

He looks at the paper and gets  the pen in his hand

He took one  more look at Mari

And he signed it.

"You are free to leave" Chloe said while turned to Marinette

And he did leave.

✎

After he was gone, Mari broke down in Chloe's arms as the blonde girl was stroking her back slowly

"I'm sorry sugar, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you anymore" Chloe whispered in Marinette's ear

✎

*at the Wayne mansion*

Damian's slammed the door closed as he entered the mansion, gathering the attention of his brothers and father

"Hey demon spawn, how was work?" Asked Jason as Damian walked past him

"Lilttle D, is everything alright? You seem down" Dick said

Damian stopped.

"I got fired" he says while his voice cracked a little

Bruce's eyes winded

"Son, I know you liked the job, but it's not that big of a deal, you can work with Tim" he suggested

Damian was looking at the floor

"And my girlfriend broke up with me"  he whispered

"YOUR WHAT?" says Tim as he spilled his coffee

"Since when did you had a girlfriend Damian?" Asks Bruce

"Since 2 months ago" he whispers again

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jason asked

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE RUINED IT FOR ME." He screams

The family was stunned

"Master Damian, no need to yell, why dont you vent to us? You're very stressed, I can tell." Alfred says

And he did, he told them all about Marinette, all the dates, all the laughs and smiles they shared together, he even told them about what happened that night

"So you're telling me, you got fired because of some tattos?" Jason asked

"No, I got fired because they found out I was a Wayne" Damian says roughly

"How did they not know?" Bruce says

"They dont look into competitors families, it's a bad habit that both of them have" The young Wayne said

"So for 6 months nobody told them who you were?" Tim asks

"No, because we weren't seen in public, I tried to be as careful as I could so no one would know " Damian sighed

"Well fuck, you fucked up big time, but that's not exactly a reason for her to fire you, not a good one at least" Dick said

Damian shrugs

"Wait, I think I know how to resolve this" Tim says

"What do you mean, Tim?" Asked Jason as Tim put his laptop on the coffee table

Tim started aggressively typing on the keyboard

"We now have a charity event to go to" he smirked

✎

"I'm not sure what to think about this Chloe."said the dark haired girl

"We're going to leave when you want sugar, but we need to attempt at the event" Chloe said as she was looking through Marinette's closet

Since Damian left, he was all Mari could have think

about.

She was distracted, hurt, confused, maybe even kinda mad at herself

"Aha, found it, look Mari! You would look so pretty in it. Plus it brings your tattoos at life" says Chloe while holding a suit in her hand.

Marinette promised herself that she would finally show the world that she wasn't the soft girl she always pictured herself as

She knows her parents would be watching the event, and she wanted revenge on her father for the years of therapy that she needed to get because of him and every man that did her bad, every man that said she couldn't open a business because she was a woman.

So she put on the suit, and left with Chloe who was holding her hand protectively.

✎

Once the two girls exited the car, flash lights were all over their faces

They somehow got into the building

Chloe went to get to get them both something to drink, leaving Mari behind.

The girl looked around the big room, her mind being concentrated at one of the paintings.

Suddenly someone was dragging her out of the room

"WHAT THE HELL, LET ME GO!'' she yells to death ears

She continued to struggle but nothing moved out of the person's grip

They got into a dark room, Mari could hear the door lock, she closed her eyes, scared of what was gonna happened.

She heard the light turn on.

"Will you now let me explain" said a familiar voice

She opened her eyes in surprise

"Damian? What the fuck is wrong with you, have you gone nuts?" She said angrily to him

"You didn't let me explain myself, so I had to do something about it, I cant just go on with my life because I know you didn't know what actually is going on." Damian says trying to make his voice as soft as he could, so he wouldn't scare her away

Marinette remains silent, sign for him to start speaking.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, but have you seen how you reacted when you found out who I was? You started to treat me differently." He whispered

Marinette opened her mouth to say something,  but she decided to remain silent

"I didn't lie when I said I love you, god I still fucking do, but I had no idea how to tell you" he sighed

Marinette sighed a deep heavy

"If we start to confess things, I also have something to say" she says

Damian's eyebrows narrowed

"I'm not this bubbly shy girl, I am not the sunshine I make myself look like" she says

"Oh." He said

"I never was and I will never be, I print myself as that because people would treat me differently if they knew the real me"  she sighed

Damian took a step towards her

He kissed her forehead softly, then her lips aggressively

"Then show me the real you"

(Marinette's tattos/suit and Chloe's dress)

[4aloysius-porteu]

i am your ally || tsukishima kei.

pairing; tsukishima kei x f! reader

genre: oneshot, drama, flangst, a little comedy

word count: 5.6k

details: 3rd year Tsukishima, artist reader

warnings: reader going missing, verbal abuse, crushing of dreams, lots of sadness, heavy parental argument, everything that happens here hits home

synopsis: tsukishima didnt know what is the right thing to say after he heard of (y/n)’s situation, but the words that stumbled out from his mouth were a surprise, yet it blossomed to a meaningful talk that happens once in a blue moon.

(a/n): wrote in the middle of my depressing days to find a little comfort from this character that I love with all my heart. inspired by true situations irl; if you, my friend, is feeling down today, i hope reading this work of mine can help. i might make this into a full story if this got enough attention tho.

(Y/N) was nowhere to be found. 

It wasn't Tsukishima's habit to eavesdrop on other people's conversation, but he couldn't help but listen when he heard her name from her classmates. She was a consistent top student that will never neglect her studies, so it was unusual to know that she was absent today. He thought that maybe she got sick or she decided to go crazy and skip school. If it was the latter, he hoped that she knows what she's doing, because midterms are coming in 3 days, and he's not going to listen to her whines and begs to help her study for the tests.

And now he just happened to overhear that she was missing. 

He saw her parents walk out of the campus after talking to the vice-principal and to the teachers. Gossip filled the corridors and rooms. Tsukishima went back to his room, clearly annoyed with the unnecessary noise.

He listened to the lectures of each subject and continued to write down important points, but the thought of (Y/N) lingered in his head. What could've happened that led to her disappearance? Was she kidnapped? No, he just walked her home last night and she'll never leave her place past midnight. Kidnappers won't dare to make a move in daylight because of the town's high authority visibility. There's no way she'll be lost in an area she's very familiar with. 

She ran away from home. That is the only logical possibility he could come up with, but he couldn't think of an idea as to why. (Y/N), who loves to be cooped up in her room with music blaring in her earphones while drawing, left her home without a trace. Tsukishima was a little worried, but he won't let his face show whatever the hell he's feeling. 

His plays and blocks aren't exactly bad, but Yamaguchi could sense that Tsukishima was thinking of something other than the volleyball practice. He approached his friend who was resting on the floor, his long arms covering his curled up legs. 

"Tsukki, what's with that expression? Did you get a failing score in a quiz?" Yamaguchi started, in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. 

The blonde's eyes darted to him, "Like hell, I'm going to let that happen. What do you want?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, I just noticed that you were a little quieter and more passive today. Normally, you would've chewed the first years out with their simple blocking errors, but you didn't say a thing. You're scarier in their eyes when you're silent."

"I was tired. I'll only waste my voice pointing out something I did a million times." A sigh escaped his lips 

"Right..." Yamaguchi paused, "So, I assume you have heard?"

"Heard of what?"

"That (Y/N) is missing."

"Oh," A frown fell on his features. It wasn't his usual frown. People who really know him would notice that his eyes are full of worry. 

He sat beside Tsukishima before he spoke again. "I know you have ideas on places (Y/N) could've gone to."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

The latter chuckled, "Oh, humor me, Tsukki. If you're that worried, I can excuse you for today's practice. No problem."

"Does that mean that you aren't concerned?"

"I am concerned. I want to look for her as well, but I have to whip the other players into shape. I'm sorry if I couldn't accompany you right away."

Tsukishima stood up and sighed again, "You will excuse me, you said?"

"Yeah."

There were silence and the background noise of balls and shoes colliding on the floor. He wiped the sweat off his face before replying, "I'll be leaving the gym in a few minutes."

He changed his clothes and packed his things up, causing the team to exchange glances.

"Tsukki!" Yamaguchi called, throwing his friend's large jacket to him, which the other caught. "Take care! I hope you find (Y/N) and get her home safe."

"I wish. Then, I'll leave it to you, Captain."

The green-haired middle blocker's eyes teared up and sparkled as he beamed a smile back, "I got it!"

Tsukishima started to look for (Y/N) at the places she liked to go to; the art store, the Central Park, the kid's playground, the museum, and the prefectural library. But there was no sign of her anywhere. He looked at the nearby places to no avail. He walked on while dialing her number, but her phone is out of coverage area. He spent 3 more hours finding the girl and soon received a message from Yamaguchi, telling him that (Y/N) hasn't been found yet and that he joined the authorities to help them find her. 

He walked back to the direction of his home, panting softly. He had failed to find (Y/N), yet his brain won't stop thinking about her possible whereabouts. The cool breeze of winter hit Tsukishima's face and shivered at the contact. He had hoped again that she is inside of an establishment, safe from such cold weather.

Tsukishima's home has its lights out. Her mother was invited into her colleagues' reunion as said in her text, and both his father and brother are busy at work. He reached for his key in his pocket and was opening the door, not until he heard a loud sob from somewhere. Tsukishima looked around the place as the sobbing continued. He searched for the source and ended up in their backyard. He caught the sight of a small figure behind the bushes and went closer to confirm.

It was a cat. It had scurried away once he got close to it. Oh, how stupid he is to get his hopes up only to find a scared animal. But he was certain he heard a sob somewhere near. And cats aren't capable of making a sound like that. Or maybe he was only hearing things?

He dragged his feet to the main door to unlock it, but this time, there was a loud noise of scrubbing on the roof. What is it this time? He moved back and looked upon where it came from. 

To his surprise, it wasn't another cat but a person. Their legs were curled up, arms covered around them, with their chin on their knees. Tsukishima turned on his phone's flashlight and there she was. 

It was (Y/N). Her shoulders shook, either from the cold or trying her best not to cry out loud. 

"H-Help me."

He stared at the girl, confused and fighting back laughter because of how scared (Y/N) looked. "How the heck did you get in there?"

"I climbed that tree and jumped off to break in and hide in your room. Turned out that the windows are locked. I don't know how to jump back and I-I was too high from the ground. You know I'm scared of heights! Why did you lock the window?! Stupid!"

"Of course, I would lock the window for the security. And wow, aren't you the stupid one for knowing how to climb and jump up to my window and not knowing how to get down? Why did you climb if you are scared of heights? Such an idiot."

"Fine, fine. I am an idiot. Now, can you help me get off this roof?"

He crossed his arms and smirked, "No."

"Ugh! Please, Kei. I've been trapped here for hours. I am begging you to help me get down. Please?"

He sighed in defeat and raised his arms. "Here. Jump."

For seconds, (Y/N) didn't respond as she was having second thoughts about jumping.

"What? Do you expect me to get a ladder? I'm sorry, but it's in the basement, broken." He said in a mocking tone. "Don't you want to come down?"

"Can you catch me properly? Are your arms stable? Won't you fall on your ass?" (Y/N) interrogated.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, "Alright, stay there and freeze to death."

"No, wait! I was just asking! Come back! Don't leave meeee!"

The blonde looked up to her and raised his arms again, "Don't think. Trust me, I will catch you properly and you won't crash to the ground. You weigh like nothing anyway."

"Are you talking about yourself?" She retorted, pertaining to his weight.

"Can you please just jump?"

(Y/N) inhaled and went to the edge of the roof. It was a scary view for her, just looking down makes her dizzy, and want to throw up.  She thought he would have the largest frown on his face because of how irritatingly slow she was, but there was Tsukishima waiting for her with the calmest expression. She smiled a little.

"Here I go..."

She took off, closing her eyes, and swallowing her fears. The gravity pulled her feet down shortly after, and Tsukishima readied himself for the impact as he reached her waist. He held on to her lower torso while (Y/N) placed her arms around his shoulders tightly and legs on his waist. The athlete's balance slightly went off, so he took a step back to support both their weights. It was now steady. 

"I'm surprised you didn't lose your balance. Where's the weak boned beanpole 3 years ago?"

"I did for a second."

"Doesn't matter. You caught me. Thank you."

They had stayed in that way for a moment until Tsukishima spoke, "Do you plan to get off?"

"No. I'm tired."

"I am too." Yet she refused to let go.

He exhaled, carrying (Y/N) to the main entrance and finally unlocking the door. Her hoodie was cold and some parts are wet, but it didn't rain on that day. He took her in and placed her on the couch. Tsukishima went to his room, changed clothes, and brought a spare sweatshirt, handkerchief, and a towel. He went down but didn't find (Y/N) where he left her, so he walked to the kitchen counter and found the girl on the corner, shivering like a pup.

He tossed the clothing at her without further words. There was a note from her mom beside the curry in the table, saying she had eaten and she left rolls in the refrigerator. He was about to turn on the stove to reheat the food his mother left, but his eyes landed on (Y/N) who sat quietly, hugging the sweatshirt instead of wearing it. Her hair was disheveled, the sleeves and neck part of her hoodie was damp, her nose was red and her puffy, bloodshot eyes implied that she has been crying for who knows how long. He set the pan down to get her a glass of water. 

"Everyone was looking for you." Said Tsukishima.

"No one was really looking for me." (Y/N) replied, clearing her nose. 

"I didn't spend the last 3 hours tiring myself to scan the whole town for no reason." He sat beside her, handing the glass. "Care to spill the tea?"

(Y/N) drank first before speaking weakly, "I hate them. So much."

The male remained quiet, waiting for her to continue her dilemma.

"Remember when I told you and the class that I will be the most successful doctor in Japan after I finished my studies? It was a lie. It wasn't my dream to stay in a hospital and treat ill people, I only wanted to draw and paint. I didn't care if it never made them or anyone happy, I am happy doing it. And they are taking it away from me."

He knew from the start that her dream job as a doctor wasn't true. For years she stayed close to him as a friend or more, she won't blabber anything of the medical topic. She was terrified of syringes. He saw her reading an article about surgeries and like, but her focus was easily taken away.

She will get a pencil then start scribbling and drawing. Something that Tsukishima always sees her doing whenever she has a pen and paper, but she insists that it was a mere hobby. Her notebooks are well designed and organized, but the back is always full of artistic doodles instead of algebra solutions. She only has very few art materials yet she can make a portrait with only her fingers to shade. She makes digital art without a stylus. She would drag him to the museum after class to view some western and eastern paintings or any work of art while he admires the dinosaur fossils. For times she's watching an art tutorial and talk about art, draw and paint, she has those stupid sparkles in her eyes and a huge smile on her face. 

"You know Tsukishima, after I finish studying and became a doctor, I'll become an artist and if the time let's it, I'll open my own art gallery. That's my ultimate dream." She looked alive and delighted.

Very much the opposite of what she looks like right now. 

Even though she was a slave of art, as Tsukishima was a slave of his own interests, (Y/N) prioritized her studies so much. He understood why when he went to her house and met her parents before their study sessions. He had noticed everything but chose to stay quiet. 

"I-I was drawing last night. Dad entered my room but I didn't notice so he ripped the music away from my ears and yelled. He said that I would always lock myself in my room and draw every night. It was never-ending and irritates the shit out of him. He asked why would I do something so useless that isn't even connected to any academic subject. He was looking down on my art like he was looking at a piece of crap. He told me to stop and threatened me if I didn't. Why would I get punished for drawing? I couldn't get myself to stay silent so I retorted. If he doesn't want to see me drawing, then he shouldn't enter my room at all. He should stop meddling with my hobbies. His anger only went up."

(Y/N) stopped for a while to wipe her tears and snot with her sleeves but Tsukishima placed a handkerchief on her hands. She muttered her thanks and blew her nose and soon followed with a sneeze.

"Soon, it became a full-blown argument. He said that he was checking out if I was doing my projects, but oh he was so disappointed only to find his daughter drawing for nothing. What the heck? I gave them the best grades I could get, and part of it was because of you, Tsukishima, but they still aren't satisfied? I balanced drawing and academics, but they made it seem that all I was doing was my hobby, completely ignoring my efforts at school. I finished the school activities and I reviewed for midterms and all I want is to be left alone and draw. What, they want me to go crazy by studying every hour with things I won't even apply in real life?"

Her fake laughter echoed in the kitchen for seconds before her depressed tone took over again.

"Mom heard all the shouting and joined the argument. Of course, she sided with dad without listening to my feelings and there they ridiculed their youngest child's interests and talent. They told me that everything I do is bullshit and wrong, that I was useless, that I was the huge opposite of their expectations, and... and how come God gave them a joke. She said they raised me so that I could help them, not to do such useless things. It hurts to shout back but I did to explain why I'm so passionate about art in hopes that they will listen and understand but, I was so wrong. I was suddenly slapped..." She placed her hand to her left cheek, her lips quivered a little. 

"I-It stung so much. Mom complained about how the Internet generation is so rebellious and won't listen to the elders. They didn't raise and teach me to talk back at them, but here is their child being a bitch. They started comparing me to my elder siblings or relatives who focused on their studies and who are at the door of success. I know they only want me to achieve the best, but my success isn't up to them! It's on me!! And I've invested a lot for that! They shouted at me as mom pulled my hair. It was so loud I thought I was going deaf. Dad blamed the gadget's influence and my drawings. I have only drawn decent fanarts of fictional characters, people, and sceneries, but they believed that because of these, I turned into a mannerless bastard. So mom decided to get my phone and lessen my allowance so that I wouldn't buy any art materials that are a waste of fortune--"

She bit her lower lip that is trembling uncontrollably and her eyesight blurred as her fat tears got in the way.

"and... D-Dad... he... he... he tore m-my sketch pad apart..."

Tsukishima's eyes widened. (Y/N) brought that thing with her almost everywhere she went and it was filled with good drawings and art plans. She has a lot of them though, but Tsukishima could only imagine how she felt when her efforts were trampled over by someone important to her. 

(Y/N) broke down, bawled her eyes out, and shrieked hysterically. He looked at her with a heavy heart. He had seen her crying sometimes, be it because of a sad movie or empathy, but never like this. A depressed, emotional wreck. Her eyes were sore enough after a lot of hours, but she won't stop crying. It was heartbreaking to see and hear his significant other in this state, yet Tsukishima didn't know what is the right thing to say. 

But maybe there was no need to say anything at all.

Kei wrapped his arms around her weeping figure and pulled her towards him. Cry it out, pipsqueak. (Y/N) didn't expect this action, nonetheless cried in his shoulder He didn't care anymore if this meant he gets his clothes drenched in her snot and tears as long as she felt a little less lonely. He rubbed her back and hair in an attempt to comfort his lover. (Y/N)'s airways hurt, but she screamed the pain out, in hopes that the pain in her heart would vanish. Her weeping went on for long minutes until she choked in her own sobs that Tsukishima had to get her another glass of water.

"Tell me, Kei." She began, wiping her eyes, "Is there... something wrong with me? Is my dream really that insignificant?"

"There's nothing wrong with you. You followed your ideals. Anyone including me would've done the same." He answered beside her.

"I-It's realistic, right?"

"It is."

"Then... why did it turn out like this?" Her voice was cracking.

Tsukishima looked down, "The society is just very cruel."

"Yeah. It sure is. Such a cruel society to live with." 

(Y/N) let out a dejected sigh and leaned on Tsukki's shoulder. "I couldn't look at them without such overwhelming fear and hate anymore. I wonder if... they knew that I was doing this for them. I'd like to make them smile with something I've made myself. Once, I made each of them a portrait. A realistic one made from a pencil. I couldn't afford a material set that can be used to paint realistically, but I tried my best to impress them with a charcoal one. Oh, if only you saw their faces when I gave them the portraits. They returned a half-hearted smile. It wasn't the same kind of joy I see whenever I give them perfect scores on tests. I didn't spend 3 sleepless nights just to see their half happy, half unpleased reaction. I wish they could feel more proud of their daughter who worked hard for them... I wonder if they threw it away as he did on my sketch pad..." 

They let silence engulf the atmosphere for a while. (Y/N) had calmed down a little, despite shedding smaller tears from the side of her eyes. Tsukishima held the sweatshirt he gave her earlier to make her wear it on the top of her hoodie to lessen her shivering. He stared at her, while the other gazed down on the floor with dead eyes.

Tsukishima asked, "So, what are you going to do now?"

"What am I going to do now huh..." (Y/N) repeated. "I'll probably... put everything to an end."

"You know I won't let you."

"I'm not talking about my life, silly. I might stop drawing and all. I've lost it."

"Isn't your life and drawing one and the same? And I'm pretty sure you have that immense talent to continue."

"No... Besides, talent isn't a talent if it doesn't make anyone happy."

The blonde mentally scoffed. She just said that it makes her happy in the beginning.

"Oh? Fine, stop doing that one thing you put everything into. What would that girl you received a commission from would feel if she were to hear you though?"

(Y/N) was stunned. She had completely forgotten about the whole commission thing she opened in her social media accounts. Tsukishima accompanied (Y/N) on giving the commissioned charcoal portrait to a girl last 3 weeks ago. It was (Y/N)'s first commission for years she's making art. Someone liked her work for the first time and paid for it, and her client looks very contented and glad. The words she said filled her thoughts with inspiration.

"Wow, this is awesome! I'm so happy!! Thank you for making this, it was exactly what I've pictured on my mind! You're amazing! All the excitement I've bottled up for this day is so worth it," The girl, probably a little older than them paused and admired the painting she received from (Y/N).

"Would you ignore those words she said?"

 'Please don't stop drawing, I'll be looking forward to your future works!' 

A pang of guilt hit her chest. She wants to pursue art, but there are these shackles and chains on her limbs and around her neck that made it hard for her to move forward. She couldn't breathe. What happened yesterday night was too much. Her parents went overboard. 

"B-But—"

A monotone voice interrupted her, "Don't. Never stop striving for something you have been building for years. You might be defeated now, but surely, you will win some time. There's no way you'll stay in the lowest level of the ladder after I saw how hard you worked. You will go to nationals again, and I will continue to support you. I'll cheer for you and stay by your side! So please, do not stop! Let me see those beautiful blocks that you execute in the game once more! And I will watch you reach the top! Doesn't matter how many times, I'll never get weary of watching you do amazing things!"

She was silenced by that statement. She had definitely heard those before, but couldn't quite remember where. 

"Does the sentiment seem familiar to you? Those are the same words that came from your mouth when I was planning to quit volleyball after our huge loss to Date Tech last year. I am returning them back to you."

"Huh?" She replied with a meek voice.

"That time, you really did a good job meddling with my decisions. It annoyed me first, but what you had stated held a weight that I couldn't disregard. You gave me the small push I didn't know I needed. In the end, I'd like to pay you back." Tsukishima stated with a far away look in his eyes.

(Y/N) listened with watery eyes. This Tsukishima's side isn't definitely the one she gets to see every day so she couldn't feel anything but the warm, fuzzy feeling that is healing her heart. 

"It's probably selfish for me to say this but, don't you dare give up. I didn't stop. No matter how long and hard the game is, no matter how tired and discouraged I get, and no matter how many pessimistic thoughts clouded my head, I didn't stop chasing after a falling ball and thinking of another tactic to counter the enemy. I kept your words with me in court. It was you who told me not to in the first place, and I'm not going to forgive you if you ever dropped everything. I won't let the stupid, starry-eyed (Y/N) die today."

The girl beside her started sobbing. "But you told me once that my drawing are ugly."

"Oh. That. I... kind of remember that. I'm not sorry about what I said because I did it to provoke and rile you up. It was a lie though. As someone who always sees you drawing, I can't call your work ugly at all. Your art is... astounding. You make it look like it's so easy to do. I think you forgot next sentence after I told you that."

"What was the sentence after?"

Tsukishima sighed, "I told you to keep doing it, right?"

The sound of (Y/N) crying engulfed the kitchen, "Oh gosh, why did I forget that... I'm sorry, I'm so idiotic..."

The blonde brought her back to his arms, "Will you stop crying, you've been too hard on yourself today,"

(Y/N) hid her face on his chest, muffling her speech, "c-couldn't help it... my mind is such a mess... I do not know..." She paused, coughing. "It's no use if m-my parents don't acknowledge me..."

"Hundreds, or perhaps thousands of people who follow you on social media account recognize you. People in school recognizes you. I recognize you. I am your ally. Isn't that enough reason for you to get back on your feet? I will support you just like how you supported me. You have a lot of people who admire you, but I only have a few people and you. Yet your words are enough. I'm certain that soon, you will reach your parents' standards and get them to acknowledge you. It's not impossible."

(Y/N) fixed her tear-stained face before looking up to him, "You know what? Who are you? Is a good spirit possessing your body? The Kei I know will either stay quiet or laugh at me for being pathetic."

"I was trying to be nice for once and this is what I get?" He frowned.

(Y/N) chuckled and hugged Tsukishima, "I'm sorry. Everything you said meant the world to me. Thank you very much."

She relaxed against his lean body, "I have a question though..."

"What?"

"You literally had no business in my art, it was my own problem. Why are you doing this?"

"Why don't you ask yourself after you argued with me that night? Why did you have to butt in with my choices?"

"Because you like volleyball! You might look like that someone stole your dinosaur collection when you're at practice, but you're good at it and have a future in it! It is a part of you, and you're deciding to throw it away? Your potential is too big to be wasted and I refuse to let that happen." Her voice is a little louder now, but hoarse.

"There's your answer, little gremlin."

"How is that— Oh."

"But I'd like to add something."

"What is it?"

"You look better doing what you really like. It makes you look less like a hag."

It was silent after that. (Y/N) punched his arm. Tsukishima didn't even wince but asked, "What was that for?"

"The last statement was unnecessary, and the first one is sweet yet cringey." She criticized. 

"C'mon, I'm just a teenager. Aren't you the cringey one most of the times?"

She used the handkerchief to sniffle her runny nose away, "Why do you have a knack of returning everything I said to me?"

"I won't do it if it's not appropriate." Tsukishima placed his hands on her back and to her hair, "So, what are you going to do now, (Y/N)?"

"I'll think things through. My brain is still slightly messy, but I'll be fine, thanks to you. But Kei..."

He hummed as a response. "I don't want to go home. I want to run away."

"Not possible. You can't survive on your own. You're almost 18 and until now, you don't understand how a washing machine works with all your perfect scores in exams."

"This is just a thought. I didn't say I'll be alone. I'm taking you with me."

"I refuse."

"Why?"

"Couldn't you wait for more months until we graduate?"

(Y/N)'s eyebrows raised, "So basically, you're agreeing, but not this time?"

"No, but you'll be free of your parents' suffocating control. Who knows how huge is your potential by that time."

"How considerate of you." The girl smiled.

"Only this time. And no, we won't live in the same place in college. Not yet. Not until we finish our studies, have secured jobs, and get important things done." 

"Will you be playing volleyball at college?"

He lazily replied, "Probably."

"Don't give me such an ambiguous answer!"

"Probably yes." 

"Hmm. Fine by me. I'll continue to draw, then." (Y/N) rested her head near Tsukishima's neck. 

He smiled a little at her answer, "Another thing though. I don't think... you should leave things with your parents like that. There'll be a time where you have to face it."

"Yes, that sucks... I don't want to think about it but I'll have to go back eventually... When that confrontation happens, I'll try to calmly talk it out with them. I will never be certain if it will end well. But my hate and fear of them won't change."

"You can always run back here if it didn't end well."

"Kei, don't want to see their faces just yet. Can I stay here for a while?"

"You even bother to ask. You are welcome anytime in this household. Just enter the house in the front door, not in my window."

"Right... thank you."

"Oh, now it's my turn to ask. How did you get in there?"

(Y/N) sighed, "It was on 4:30pm. I was on the loose and I looked for a store where anyone can't recognize me so I can eat for lunch. But there's this creep who kept on following me—"

"Did he hurt you?" He abruptly questioned.

"No. I ran as fast as I could before he could even get close to me, but in the next block, there were the town authorities with my mom, and I knew they were looking for me, so I blended into the people with my hoodie on and made my way. I climbed the tree in panic that they'll find me and hid there. It took me hours to notice that your house is just next to it, so I decided to climb to your window. However, the window was locked, and I was stuck."

Tsukishima sighed in relief. "It was a miracle that a klutz like you didn't fell off the tree and surprisingly, no one found you."

"I was high in adrenaline when I climbed the tree. My blending and hiding skills are in ninja-tier now, I beat you."

"Whatever. What did you have for breakfast?"

"...a melon bread."

"Just that?"

"Just that." 

Tsukishima kissed her forehead before lifting her up with him. "Go change. Borrow any of my clothes. I'll reheat the food."

(Y/N) kissed his cheek, slowly got off him and went upstairs. Tsukishima opened his phone to text Yamaguchi about her situation and proceeded to reheat the spicy curry. 

"Wait, Kei! Is it okay for me to eat?" She shouted from upstairs.

"What kind of question is that? Of course you can." He shouted back.

"Your mom left that for you, for your dad and for your brother. I'd feel bad."

"My brother and dad will come home late and I'm sure they've eaten already. So is mom."

"Are you sure? I can replace the food." She said while going down the stairs.

"Oh, you can cook? I'm afraid you'll burn the whole kitchen." He mocked.

"At least not the whole house." (Y/N) laughed, "Just kidding, I have a tiny knowledge in cooking."

"You don't have to, I told you they already ate. I'll bring out the sushi mom made if you still want to eat."

"Alright. Thank you for the food."

Few hours later, Tsukishima's mom came home and took off her shoes. "I'm home."

As she was about to enter the living room, Akiteru greeted her and placed his finger in front of his lips, indicating her to keep quiet. She wondered what was going on and saw her youngest son and his girlfriend leaning on his shoulder, asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He signaled her to read the note Kei left on the table. 

To mom, dad, and brother,

Earlier in the morning, (Y/N) went missing and her parents and town authorities were looking for her. I found her on the way home, but it turns out that she ran away from her home because of an intense argument between her parents, and doesn't want to be found yet. Please let her stay here for a while. I'll do most of the household chores or any favor you ask me in return. 

Mom, I shared the curry and sushi rolls with her. I left for some for dad and brother. (Y/N) said it was very delicious. 

Love, 

Kei.

She smiled after reading the note and looked at the sleeping kids. She took notice of (Y/N)'s eyes and quickly understood the situation. Before she left to rest in her room, she looked for a spare blanket and laid it atop them to keep them warm. 

(Y/N) snuggled further to Tsukishima's arms, satisfied on how this night will end well, unlike yesterday's.

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[cocosstories]

Chris Evans One Shot

Chris evans x famous!reader where chris broke up with the reader for Jenny Slate (no hate to her tho) Then after a year him and the reader star in a movie where they need to be lovers. They catch up and he learns that the reader has a new beau. All his feelings for the reader come back and he tries to win her again

It was the first day of your newest movie and you couldn't be more excited.

From the second you had read the script, you knew you wanted to be apart of the cast in one way or another and luckily, you had gotten the lead role.

The only problem was, your leading man was your ex boyfriend Chris Evans.

You and Chris had dated for three years and broke up a year ago when he had met Jenny Slate.

He had broken your heart completely and the thought of seeing him again, was bringing all of the hurt back up to the surface.

"Hey, Y/N, how um have you been?"

Chris asks when you walk onto the set and you run into him.

"Hi Chris, I'm good, thanks. How are you?"

The awkwardness was almost unbearable as the two of you make small talk.

"Y/N, we need you in the hair and makeup test."

You throw a grateful glance to your assistant and say goodbye to Chris before walking off to get to work.

"You alright?"

She asks as soon as Chris was out of earshot.

"Not really. It's been over a year and I still love him. I know I shouldn't after what he did but I do."

It was a hard thing to admit but you knew you could never lie to her. She was not only your assistant but your childhood best friend and she could read you like an open book.

"You can't help who you love Y/N but sometimes you have to weigh the options of being with someone because you love them and not putting yourself in a position to get hurt again."

You knew she was right. Just because old feelings were coming up, didn't mean you needed to acknowledge them.

"I know. He made his choice a year ago and just because he and Jenny didn't work out, that doesn't mean anything to me. I just need to get this movie shoot over with so we can go our separate ways again."

Even as the words come out of your mouth, you knew they were easier said than done. Chris was playing your love interest and there were more than a few 'romantic' scenes between your characters.

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You hear Chris call out behind you and sigh.

"You good? I can tell him to leave."

Your assistant says and you shake your head.

"I can't avoid him everytime he tries to talk to me."

With that, she takes off, giving you and Chris some privacy.

"Can I help you with something?"

You ask him, your tone a bit more icey than you had intended.

"Look, can we have a real conversation? No pleasantries and all that?"

You had to admit, getting everything out in the open would probably help make the shoot easier on you.

"Fine. Let me just get some stuff done and I will come to your trailer when I finish."

You offer, wanting to give yourself some time to think before you actually sat down to have a conversation with him.

He agrees and you make plans to meet in a few hours before you head off to work.

The whole time you are going through wardrobe fittings and hair and makeup tests, you can't get your impending conversation with Chris off your mind. Going over everything from the past year and what your assistant had said over and over again.

Finally, you finished up your work and headed over to Chris' trailer.

"Come in."

He says after you knock on the the door.

Taking a deep breath, you walk in and see Chris sitting on the couch looking over the script.

"Sorry it took so long."

You say shyly and sit down on the opposite side of the small couch.

"No problem. I had some things to get done too."

He says and you give a small smile.

"Look, I get that things are probably going to be weird doing this movie after everything but I thought we could at least try and clear the air."

Chris finally breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Yeah, that is probably a good idea."

You nod.

"We are both professionals and shouldn't let our personal issues interfere."

He says and you roll your eyes with a scoff.

"Our personal issues? Is that what we are calling it now? You left me for another woman Chris! We were together for three years and you threw it away for a relationship that didn't even last one!"

Anger boiled up inside you as you spoke. Everything you had always wanted to say to him finally coming out.

"What about you? You moved on pretty quick don't you think? I've heard about you and Karl."

You stare at him for a moments before laughing.

"Karl and I were doing a movie together. We are just friends. And you want to talk about moving on quickly? How long was it between you telling me we were over and you going to Jenny? The time it took for you to drive to her place I bet."

You were even more angry now. How dare he question how you lived your life after he blew it up?

"You and Karl aren't together?"

He asks, almost hopeful.

"No, we are not together. Some of us know how to just be friends with our costars."

It was a low blow but you didn't really care at this point.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I made a huge mistake. I thought, when we broke up, that I didn't love you anymore. I thought I knew what I wanted back then but I was wrong. Do you think there is any chance that we could start over? Try again? I still love you."

It was everything you had ever wanted him to say and yet you couldn't get all of the pain of the last year or your friends words out of your head.

"No Chris! Just because you and Jenny didn't work out doesn't mean you get to just pretend that you didn't break my heart into a million pieces! I am not your consolation prize! You broke up with me for another woman. You have to deal with the consequences."

You stand up and head towards the door.

"I will prove it to you Y/N. I will find a way to show you how much I love you and I will find a way to get you back into my life. We belong together and I know that you know that."

Was the last thing he said before you stormed out of his trailer and back to yours, his promise to get you back, replaying in your head on repeat the whole way.

[queenxxxsupreme]

Kaceeyyyy, I turned 21 today and am *sightly* tipsy after my quarantine solo party. I'm keep imagining Lambert trying to take care of a lightweight S.O. and it's 😂 Would you be up to a drabble or headcanon? no pressure tho bc I know you're busy and haven't been able to write as much. (Also sorry if this prompt makes you uncomfortable or anything as well) Either way I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG AND YOU'RE MY FAVORITEST WITCHER WRITER ACROSS ALL 7 SEAS!!! NETFLIX SHOULD HIRE YOU BC YOU'D DO OUR PUPPIES PROUD!

A/N: Oh babe!! You are too sweet!! Seeing you say that really made my day! I hope you like this and HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELLOW 2000s BABY also I think I may have accidentally started writing drunk!Geralt as Thor sometime through this so..... I apologize if this seems out of character for Geralt.... 

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“HA! I WIN!” You declared, laughing as you stood up and reached across the table to take the small pile of coin from Geralt. 

“I don’t think that-think that was very fair of you, Y/N.” The White Wolf’s words slurred as he looked down into his tankard to see how much liquor he had left. “Think you cheated.”

“How did I cheat?” You furrowed your brows, still pulling the pile of coin to your side of the table. 

“Because I can’t even…. I can’t even see what cards I’ve got.” He shook his head, setting the remaining gwent cards in his hand down onto the table. “I can’t read the cards right now.”

You broke out into laughter again, throwing your head back.

Geralt reached over for the bottle of White Gull at the end of the table, but his depth perception wasn’t the greatest. He ended up knocking the bottle off into the floor. It shattered into a billion pieces, sending the witcher into a fit of laughter himself. 

The door to the library opened and Eskel and Lambert stepped in. They stayed there for a moment, surveying the scene. There were numerous bottles spread on the tables throughout the library. The table you sat at with Geralt was covered in Gwent cards and coin. You were hunched over on the bench, laughing rather loudly while Geralt had his head thrown back while he laughed. 

“I hope Y/N didn’t drink even half of the bottles in here.” Eskel thought out loud, picking up one of the empty bottles. 

“They wouldn’t be conscious if they had.” Lambert shook his head. “Can’t drink for shit.”

“Lamb- hick -bert!” You exclaimed his name, breaking it up with a hiccup. Your face lit up at the sight of the young witcher. You quickly stood up from your seat and tried to get to him, but you moved too fast and the room spun. You giggled, reaching out to steady yourself on his arm but he was too far away. 

“Easy there, bug.” Lambert moved to your side before you could stumble or fall. 

You grabbed ahold of his arms, leaning into him without any care in the world. Luckily, he was sturdy and strong enough to hold your weight. 

“Did you have fun while I was gone?” Lambert put his hands on to your hips to steady you. 

“Yes! Of course!” You turned your head to look at Geralt. He was starting to stand up from the bench but the toe of his boot got caught on the bench and he went flying to the floor. You barked out a laugh, jumping up and down as you pointed at him. “Geralt! Geralt of Rivia! Has finally met his match!”

“Ha, ha!” Geralt laughed, turning over onto his side. “No bench can defeat me.”

“I believe it, big guy.” Eskel offer his hand to his brother.

“How much did you drink, bug?” Lambert asked you. 

“All of it!”

“You barely had half a bottle of Gull!” Geralt pointed at you accusingly. “That’s where you cheated! You got me drunk! Got me drunk and-and you played Gwent with me! Stole all my coin!”

“Good job, bug.” Lambert praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You hummed, leaning into his touch. Your skin was warm and tingly, and where he kissed you seemed especially tingly. 

You didn’t realize you were leaning awkwardly into him until you lost your balance and practically fell into him. 

“Easy there, bug.” He kept his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you to bed. Eskel, can you get dumbass over there to his room?”

“I think I can manage.” Eskel nodded.

“Tomorrow, I want a rematch!” Geralt told you. 

You opened your mouth to say something back but all that came out was a rather loud burp. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth. Your widened eyes found Lambert, who looked rather impressed. 

“Oh gods. That wasn’t very mannerly of me.”

“Don’t worry, bug. I’ve heard you make worse sounds. Come on.” He patted your side and began to guide you in the direction of the door. 

Just as the two of you left the library, you gasped. 

“Wait! My coin!” You stopped him, turning quickly to run back to the table. 

“Easy! Easy! You’re going to trip and break your neck.” Lambert stopped you from getting very far. “I’ll go get it. You stay right here.”

You nodded and watched him slip back into the library. 

You waited there for what felt like way too long. You decided to head to bed without him. He’d be able to just meet you there, right? 

So you started down the hallway, giggling when you accidentally tripped because you were dragging your feet a little too much or when you bumped into the wall. 

“Bug?” Lambert’s voice echoed from down the hall.

You started running as best as you could through the hall, using the wall as a guide since you couldn’t see very well. 

“Bug, I can hear you. Where the hell are you going?”

“I’m racin’ you to bed!”

“Well, you’re going the wrong way.”

You tried to stop but you couldn’t get your feet to slow down in time. You ended up running straight into a wall. You yelped as you fell back on your ass, holding your nose. 

“Lambert!”

He sighed as he approached you, shaking his head. His eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting in the hallway, therefore giving him the ability to see you. 

“Lambert! I-I broke my nose!”

“You didn’t break your nose, bug.” He knelt down beside you and reached down to pull your hands away from your face. “You’re just bleeding a little.” 

“How do you know? You didn’t even look!”

“I didn’t hear the crunch of bones breaking.”

You gagged at the thought. 

“Come on, bug. You need to get to bed. Sleep off the alcohol in your system.” Lambert stood up, looking down at you. 

“Carry me, love!” You held your arms open for him. “My legs broke!”

He rolled his eyes, running a hand over his face.

“You’re lucky I like you.” He scooped you up into his arms and began to trek to his room. 

“You like me?” You looked up at him with furrowed brows. “Do you really?”

Lambert wanted to drop you right there and make you find your own way to bed. 

“Bug, we’ve been together for six years. I think it’s safe to say I love you at this point.”

You giggled, reaching up to brush your fingers over his cheek. 

“Love you too, handsome.”

He turned his head and pretended to bite at your fingertips, making you giggle and laugh even more. 

When you arrived at his room, he tossed you down onto the bed. You broke out into laughter, rolling onto your side. 

Lambert pulled off your boots and put them on the floor by the bed. 

“I’ll be right back, bug.” He disappeared for a few moments to retrieve a damp cloth to wipe your nose with. He was gentle as he wiped the blood from your nose. 

You thanked him, watching him as he tossed the cloth towards the door. 

“You wanna change your clothes, bug? Or you wanna just sleep in that?”

“I want you to get your ass up here and cuddle me, mister!” You pointed to the pillow by your head, trying to keep your tone serious but failing miserably. You covered your mouth with your hand and giggled.

“Don’t get that attitude with me, bug.” Lambert kicked off his own boots and got into bed. “I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try.” You challenged, scooting closer to him. You forced your knee between his thighs, which made him yelp and jump.

“The hell are you doin’, bug!”

“Tryin’ to get comfy, Lambert!” You whined, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. 

“Be careful where your shoving your body parts.” He grumbled. 

You slipped your arms around him and held him tightly. He buried his nose in your hair and closed his eyes. 

“Night, bug.”

You burped and giggled. 

“Good night, Lambert.”

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