#i've been making this for roughly 4 days also

[try-again-bissh]

"Imagine Being Loved by Me" Pt 5

Smoke x Annie x OC Sinners Fic

Modern AU

As promised, it didn't feel right for both pt 4 and 5 to live together ( you'll see what I mean) also I struggled so much with the ending of this whew lord.

Warning: Yes yes we have them, SMUT (yum), wlw fingering, pussy eating (m/f), threesome, folks are drinking and smoking and fucking in this one yall ion what to tell yuh.

Word count: 2838

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Enjoy!

Day 5 of 16

Cassidy braced both hands on the sink in front of her and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly blurry and her lips were swollen and wet. She took a deep breath in and let it out slow. 

She regretted that last spliff. Cross faded, her whole body was warm and hot she felt the beast that lived in her belly wake, shaking itself. She shook her head and turned on the taps to wash her hands. 

Humming the black happy birthday song in her head she checked her nails before rinsing her hands clean. 

She turned wrist hanging loosely in front of her looking for towels to dry them, a knock sounded. 

“Just a minute” she called back. The knock came again. 

She sighed, grabbed a handful of napkins and opened the door ready to shuffle out into the hallway. 

Annie was on the other side. They both froze looking at each other. 

Looking left and then right Annie hustled Cassidy back into the bathroom and shut the door. 

It was quiet, the music just barely floating up here. This was Smoke and Stack’s office bathroom, Annie had showed it to her earlier in the week saying that Cassidy should feel free to use it if the line downstairs was too long. Tonight Cassidy had some in here to hide for a moment.  Cassidy dried her hands and tossed her napkins away in the trash, she stuck her hands in her back pockets and leaned against the wall. It was quiet.

Annie shuffled on her feet and then asked “You alright?” 

Cassidy’s eyes were lazy, weed and alcohol in her system had her fighting her impulse control. She barely made it off the dancefloor without causing a scene. 

Annie had been pressed up tight against her back to Cassidy's chest as she worked her ass into a mean grind. It was sweltering, bodies pressing in on all side but all Cassidy could feel the was heat of having her so close.

When Annie looked back over her shoulder at Cassidy; bottom lip caught in her teeth, Cassidy had fled. 

Now here they were. “Yeah I'm good, I just probably shouldn't have smoked so much tonight” 

 Annie huffed a laugh, “Yeah I can't keep up with them. You was out there for a while too!”

Smoke, Stack, Corey and his wife Therese had been rolling up in a little private section of the back patio of Club Juke. Cassidy, Annie and Pearline had come out to join them. Pearline and Annie had tapped out quite early feeling lightly buzzed and going back inside to hit the dancefloor with Grace and Bo, Cassidy had stayed. Seven jays passed around later, she was higher than a motherfucker and feeling too good. 

Cassidy ran a hand roughly down her face, and nodded, “Yeah, I would be good but I've also been drinking too much” 

“Mmm you feeling sick? Smoke can call you a ride back if you not feeling well” Annie stepped closer, Cassidy's back was still pressed against the wall watching her through slitted eyes. 

She shook her head feeling like she was moving through honey. Slow and sweet. “No, not sick.” 

“Oh. Okay, so you just not feelin me?” 

“Huh?” 

“You ran away like the devil was chasing you. Listen if I made you uncomfortable I apologize I thought-” She stopped, biting down on her lip again looking confused. 

“You thought?” Cassidy felt her heart speed up despite the weed making everything slow. 

“I don't know, but I thought you also felt it.” 

“Annie..” 

“Nobody gets me twisted up like this, you know. I'm usually the level headed one.” Annie laughed ruefully at the ground. 

“I'm just gon say it then.” She took a deep breath and looked Cassidy in the eyes. 

“I like you Cassie. You real sweet and you funny as hell. You so passionate and you get all geeky about plants like I do.” 

She ran a hand down her own arm, “You are one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, and you mean sometimes and I like dat. I like you and I guess I thought we were connecting but maybe I was wrong.” 

There wasn't enough time in the world to process everything. The only thing Cassidy could focus on was her face. 

“You not” 

“What?” 

“You not wrong.” 

In four sure steps Cassidy had crossed the room and taken Annie's face into her hands.

 “I like you too, I want you” she whispered and claimed her lips. 

Annie's breath rushed out of her on a reedy moan, she pressed up firmly into the kiss and Cassidy grunted in response. Pulling back they shared a breath. 

“Fuck” 

“Mmhm cmere” 

They stumbled back away from the door till the bumped into the counter. Cassidy turned around and pressed Annie against the sink. 

Her hands had a mind of their own, or they were finally fulfilling all the thoughts that had been running through Cassidy's thoughts since she saw Annie across the room at Club Juke. 

She wrapped her arms around Annie's waist and lifted her onto the counter, sliding between her legs like it was home. Senses overloaded and still craving more Cassidy poured all of herself into the kiss. She wanted Annie to know without words that she wanted her just as bad. 

Annie had a hand wrapped in the locs at the back of Cassidy’s head holding her tightly to her. She grinded against Cassidy looking to friction, pulling her closer and closer as she devoured her mouth.

Smoke was high as shit. 

He blamed Corey. There was literally no need to roll up that much let alone smoke it all but the Club was closed tomorrow so it wasn't like he had anywhere to be. Him and Annie would probably pull up to Pearline’s house and find some excuse to see Cassie again. She was outright avoiding being alone with Smoke after game night but he saw her and Annie dancing earlier so at least that was going well. 

He had to find Annie. Smoking with Cassie had riled him right up, in the dim light of the outdoor patio he could get away with starin at her mouth and smiling at her jokes under the haze of all the weed smoke. She sat beside him in the rotation and he could swear he could taste her mouth on the jay each time she passed it. When their fingers brushed it made his high that much better. 

He had to find Annie. Him and his woman have been wearing each right out since Cassidy got to town. Round after round after round and then again in the morning before they saw her to take the edge off. 

Smoke looked around the dancefloor hoping to catch sight of Annie or even Cassidy but he didn't. Grace shimmied past him and he caught her wrist “You seen Annie?” 

“She went upstairs, Cassie disappeared Annie said she might not be feeling well” 

He nodded his thanks and made his way up to the second floor. 

Shit he gone have to kill Corey if Cassie is up here all fucked up and sick. And Stack’s ass too. She probably cross faded as shit. 

He made his way towards his and Stack’s office, it was empty. He turned to leave when his eyes caught on the bathroom door. He could hear noise from outside the door. Smoke paused. 

Then he tried the knob, it was unlocked. 

He opened the door and took in the sight before him. 

Cassie had Annie up on the sink, one thick thigh in the crook of her elbow, mouth licking and bruising her neck as Annie moaned, gasping for breath like she was dying. Annie was clutching Cassie back and shoulders real tight, her other leg locked around Cassie’s waist not letting her go anywhere. Cassie’s hand was between his wife’s thighs, forearm flexing as she did something sinful with her fingers. Annie head snapped back and she groaned out a tortured “Fuck. Please please please-” 

Cassie was muttering something where she had her lips pressed to Annie’s ear out of Smoke’s sight. She moved her arm again, fingers probably reaching real deep and Annie sobbed in ecstasy , eyes fluttering open she saw Smoke standing in the doorway. 

Their eyes locked and Smoke got to watch one of his greatest pleasures in life, his wife climaxing. 

Cassie arm sped up viciously between Annie's thighs still talking lowly in her arm, as she worked her over. Annie’s hand gripped her shoulder, pushing back as she worked her hips in time with Cassie’s fingers. Smoke could hear the slick wet sounds of her fingers under Annie’s desperate moans. She was soaked. When his wife finally broke, she came apart beautifully in Cassie’s arms. 

Cassie pulled back and watched Annie’s face as she came down, she noticed her eyes looking over Cassie’s shoulder and turned her head. She caught sight of Smoke in the doorway and jolted. Her awkward jerking movement made Annie yelp, and distantly Smoke realized Cassie’s fingers were still inside of her. 

“Shit. Uh Smoke listen-” Cassie pulled away from Annie and turned so she was between the two of them. Annie still sprawled on the counter, partially hidden behind Cassie's body. 

Once Cassie's eyes were on him Smoke realized he was hard enough to bust through his pants. Like he was in a trance he stepped into the room and locked the door behind him, both Annie and Cassie staring at him. 

Cassie was still, body tense. Smoke closed the distance between them. Cassie straightened up, moving slightly so she was in his line of sight. Smoke’s heated eyes ran over her form hungrily. He looked at Annie over Cassie shoulder, her eyes were glazed and she looked fucked out. His jaw clenched. He looked down at Cassie's hand still glistening from his wife's pussy. Without a second thought he reached down and took it in his own. Cassie flinched, and went to pull her hand from him but before she could Smoke pulled two of her drenched fingers into his mouth and sucked. 

Cassie’s jaw dropped. 

She watched as Smoke slurped Annie's wetness off her fingers, his tongue chasing it as he pulled them out. His eyes slitted open and he pulled away, looking down at her hand he sucked her third finger into his mouth and groaned. 

When he released her hand from his lips with a wet slurp, he held her wrist, looked over at Annie who was breathing heavily and dragged her into a deep wet kiss with Cassie still pressed between them. A trio of moans bounced off the walls. Smokes body pressed into Cassie, his hard throbbing dick right up against her. Her arousal had been forgotten in her fear at Smoke walking in on them. It came roaring back as Smoke and Annie kissed wetly inches from her face. 

Annie gripped the back of his neck and pulled away from him. Smoke grunted, pressing even closer forcing Cassie back into Annie's embrace. 

He pulled away and took a look at the two of them. Glazed eyes, swollen kiss bitten lips, temptation in human form. He was so sick of holding back. 

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Cassie's, breathing heavily. 

“Shit, oh fuck oh my God” she panted. 

Smoke hummed in response, eyes locked on her mouth. He wanted her so badly but he waited. Waited for her to make the move. Annie had recovered, her hands joining the party rubbing down Cassie's chest, cradling and squeezing her breasts as she sucked on her neck. 

 Smoke teased himself but grinding his length against Cassie's hip, just a little to take the edge off. Her eyes fluttered at the contact before snapping open and locking with his. He held his breath. She looked back at his lips, open and still breathing heavy. 

“Fuck it” she said, as she claimed them for herself. 

Smoke felt his entire body catch heat. He felt hot enough to burn down the entire juke joint from the touch of her lips to his. The kiss was deep and wet from the jump, Cassie was kissing him like she was mad she waited this long and Smoke didn't blame her. If he knew she wanted him he would have snatched Stack out from underneath her last night. 

She broke the kiss and he groaned, chasing her lips. Annie moaned and caught him by the jaw licking into his mouth to steal the taste of Cassie. She could have it, he would just have to get more and more for her to sample. 

Smoke gripped Cassie by the hips, sliding his hands down he squeezed her ass like he had been longing to. She squeaked a bit and he pulled away to look at her. Her eyes were blown so dark, cloudy from the weed but hot as coal. 

He kissed her bottom lip, licking heatedly into her mouth. He was starving. Annie knew exactly how he got after he was smoking, time for Cassie to find out. 

“I wanna touch you, can I?” 

Cassie nodded, looking a bit like she had been hit over the head. Annie was still sucking fiercely on her neck, her hand fully snaked under Cassie's shirt and bra it seemed. Pinching and squeezed and causing Cassie to arch in her arms and pant open mouthed.

Smoke took a small step back to take the full picture they made. His mouth watered and it reminded him of what he really wanted. 

He dropped to his knees. 

Cassie, yelped and reached for his shoulder, her knees giving a bit with him no longer pressing her against the counter between Annie’s legs. He braced her weight and reached to undo her shorts. 

He pulled them down along with her boyshorts. The scent of her hit him, wet and hungry. 

“Pretty” he murmured and he buried his face in her pussy. 

“Shit, fuck” 

“Is it good, baby?” Annie said, sucking her ear lobe into her mouth.

“Don't you know it is? He don't eat you like this Ann? Like he’s gonna die without it?”  Cassie replies, her voice low.

Annie moaned, grazing her teeth along Cassie's neck before leaving yet another bruise. "Oh he do."

Fuck, Smoke thought. He could die right here and right now. He slackened his jaw and locked it real tight and good on her, he wanted everything. Every pulse, every flutter, every drop she had to give him. 

He used his tongue to learn the shape of her, when her fingers dug deeply into his shoulder, or ran over the back of his head. He pulled his mouth away with a gasp, reached up to sink two fingers into her. 

She tensed, not in a good way. He stilled his wrist and sealed his mouth over her clit in apology, as he looked up at her. 

“Nghh not yet, not inside yet baby” she babbled. He hummed and gently pulled his fingers out. Her hips began to rock against his face and Smoke stayed his course, letting her fuck herself closer to the edge. Annie looked down the length of Cassie’s body and locked eyes with Smoke, his head rocking back and forth with each wave of Cassie’s hips, they both moaned in unison. 

Cassie turned her head and caught Annie’s lips in a hard, wet kiss. Her hips sped up and she broke the kiss and whispered breathlessly, “Inside inside now, put them inside me” 

Smoke mouth parted from her with gush, he felt her urgency and sunk two of  his thick fingers deep inside her. She was molten and gripping him. He groaned and ran the wide flat of his tongue up her pussy lapping at her as he worked his wrist. 

“So good, so fucking good baby just like that” 

She grips him tightly now both inside, and her hand on the back of his head. She guides his mouth onto her clit and murmurs, “get me there cmon” Smoke moans, sucking steadily on it wanting her to cum so badly. 

He speeds up his fingers and she protests “Not like that baby” He slows them back down increasing the pressure of his mouth instead, and feels her orgasm building like a rumbling storm. He opens his eyes to watch as her brows meet in the middle her expression goes slack and then tense all over. Her eyes closed her mouth dropped open. He locks his jaw as Cassie starts bucking from her shoulders down, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. He can hear Annie moaning, and she grabs Cassie’s face and pulls her into a kiss as she comes down. 

Smoke slows his tongue, slurping softly to catch more of her. His fingers glide out and he sits back on his knees still between her legs. 

Cassie’s breath is shuddering out of her, he gazes up at her locked up in Annie’s arms and feels so awed. So lucky. 

He rises, presses his body back into their embrace. He slides his dripping fingers into Annie’s waiting mouth. Cassie groans watching, she looks at him as his wife sucks the taste of her off his fingers. She

Looking at her face he says “Thank you.”

Hehe THNX FOR READING <3

[igamer12]

her: you better not be igamer12's okay-ish toki pona cover of "remember you" from adventure time

my goofy ass:

[youwerethedefeated]

So I've been thinking a lot about the tally

I think it's safe to assume that these numbers cover only their 3 years of high school - Hinata says later on that he hasn't counted his beach volleyball games yet. Meaning, they got into roughly ~2200 competitions over the course of three years, though not all of them were volleyball games (they also compete in races, and other silly things like who can eat faster and etc.)

(It's a little unclear whether the tally only accounts for wins when they're competing against each other, though - I'll assume that's the case since it'd be kinda unfair otherwise lol)

BUT. Here comes the interesting part. This is their updated tally, as of 2022 (the All-Stars special match):

According to the Haikyuu wiki, the Black Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game happened in November 2018. The All-stars match happened in August 2022. That's about 45 months later - meaning, they got into another 1852 competitions in the span of almost four years.

But, but.... before, during high school, these morons saw each other almost every single day. They competed on almost EVERYTHING, and averaged a total of 2 competitions per day.

Now, though- they lived in different cities during Hinata's first year in the V.League, and after that Kageyama moved to Italy. As of 2022, Hinata is back in Brazil playing for Asas São Paulo. Meaning, for the better part of these last 4 years, these two weren't even in the same country.

And yet they kept the tally going, counting almost religiously. So that's 1852 competitions over 45 months - average of 1,37 competitions per day. Meaning, on average, Hinata and Kageyama must've talked to each other at least once a day, for four years, to update their tally.

TL;DR they probably talk to each other regularly and that makes me so happy. Even though they're not in the same team (or even the same country) they still keep thinking about each other every. single. day.

[copperbadge]

I have finally perfected my pickled cashews recipe. Not only did I make a perfect batch but the results are replicable.

I'm not actually pickling cashews; I've been working on a recipe where they are mixed with a dill-vinegar seasoning coating and baked to set the coating in place.

This process began last summer -- Goldfish Crackers does an Old Bay seasonal edition every year and I liked them so much I found a "copycat" recipe that uses butter, Old Bay seasoning, and plain goldfish crackers. I started adding in cashews and then decided I really liked seasoned cashews...which was when my eye fell on the bottle of dill pickle seasoning I'd bought somewhere.

The problem is that the reason butter works to stick seasoning to goldfish crackers or Chex Mix is that they're baked products that absorb butter. Cashews do not. Butter also reacts strangely with one of the seasoning ingredients (powdered vinegar).

So the problem I was running into was that if the seasoning was correct, it didn't sufficiently stick to the cashews, and if it stuck, it has no flavor. I've spent months testing various ratios and techniques. Eventually -- a lot later than it should have -- it occurred to me to check the ingredients on a box of seasoned cashews that you can buy at the grocery store. There it was, the terrible magic bullet: corn syrup.

Equal parts butter and corn syrup, boiled together and then whisked with baking soda followed by the seasonings, makes a crispy, savory-sweet crust on the cashews once you bake them.

I've already worked out the coating and an original seasoning formula; next on the list is to test substitutes for corn syrup. Then I guess if I want to get any more from scratch I'm gonna have to grow my own cashews. (I already grow the dill.) And I'm starting to experiment with making a Sichuan peppercorn version. But that's for another day.

Hey look, I wrote a recipe blog essay! How fun.

"Dill Pickled" Cashews aka Deez Nutz

Seasoning mix:

1 part each garlic powder and onion powder

2 parts vinegar powder (white or cider)

2.5 parts dried dill

You won't use all of it for the recipe but the mix I make is 5 tsp dill, 4 tsp vinegar powder, 2 tsp each garlic and onion powder (should make almost 4 tbsp of seasoning). Mix thoroughly before measuring the seasoning mix.

Recipe:

3 cups (roughly 1 pound) unsalted, unseasoned cashews; they can be roasted or unroasted

2 tbsp corn syrup

2 tbsp butter

1/8 tsp baking soda

2 tbsp seasoning mix

optional: 1 tsp salt

Preheat oven to 250F. Line a baking sheet with nonstick foil or parchment paper. Measure the cashews into a largeish mixing bowl.

In a small saucepan, heat corn syrup and butter, stirring over medium heat, until they begin to boil. Remove from heat and whisk in baking soda, then sprinkle in seasoning mix and salt while whisking until it's all incorporated. Work fast because the mixture coats better when it's warmer and more liquid, but you do have some wiggle room.

Pour this "seasoning syrup" over the cashews, then stir and turn the cashews until they're all coated. Pour the seasoned cashews onto the baking sheet and place on the oven's middle rack.

Bake at 250F for an hour, stirring every 20 minutes; at the end of the hour give them one last stir -- they should be fairly crisp. Turn off the oven but put the baking sheet back into the oven and leave the cashews in the cooling oven for about an hour (longer won't hurt).

Once cooled, break up any clumps with your hands. Store in an airtight container; they'll keep a few weeks at least but I've always polished them off before they went bad.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling Apart & Torn at the Seams [4/5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.5k [Series Masterlist][Jax Fic Masterlist]

warnings/tags: 18+; pregnant!Reader, angst with an eventual happy/hopeful ending, emotional hurt, threat to abort (because it's Clay), angry Jax, Clay being Clay

a/n: So glad to see how much y'all have been loving this little thing that grew into far more than just the two parts I'd initially planned (which is why I just gave this thing a masterlist). I've decided it should end at five now, but it's because y'all enjoyed it so much that I expanded on more parts of it, so thank you for the comments and reblogs, they really are always appreciated!

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Roughly pushing open the clubhouse doors, Jax stalked inside the main room, his steps slow and purposeful. He fixed the chapel doors on the opposite end with a dark glare, his fists tightly curled at his sides as he moved past the pool table and the bar. The room was oddly quiet without the usual noise of a party underway, the space eerily devoid of its usual loud laughter and even louder music. It was a Wednesday night and the guys weren't here. 

But Jax knew that Clay was, and that's all that mattered right now.

With his jaw clenched so hard the muscles in it ached, Jax made his way over towards the closed chapel doors, his body tensed and ready for a fight. Clay had been conveniently difficult to find ever since Jax had broken into your apartment and confronted Gemma about your disappearance yesterday afternoon. Which meant Jax had more than an entire day to sit in his quiet rage while it festered, causing him to only further grow vengeful and furious when he thought about what Clay had done to you. His imagination supplied the missing pieces of the puzzle, because Jax could guess what threats Clay had made against you.

But while Jax had been itching for the chance to get Clay alone and confront him, he’d also been busy making his own moves. He'd still spent that time trying to figure out where the hell you could’ve vanished, but it didn't matter how often he kept trying your phone, it always went straight to voicemail–as if it was turned off now. He’d tried leaving you a handful of messages, but he never heard anything back from you. 

It was going on five full days of you being gone without a goddamn word. The silence from you was maddening. All Jax could think about was you out there somewhere pregnant with his kid, completely alone, and probably scared because of Clay. He fucking hated the thought of that. It had him tearing apart both his room at the clubhouse and his own damn house. 

Jax had tried to focus his mind and energy on doing what he could in the meantime–sending out Chibs and Juice to interrogate your landlord in an attempt to figure out whatever they could. While they’d been tasked with that, Jax had spent the day planning something else with Opie. Because he was going to bury Clay for what he’d done, that much was certain. But even that still didn’t feel like he was doing enough right now. 

As Jax approached the chapel doors, he could hear the faint sound of voices coming from within. His teeth ground together, his anger barely being held back inside of himself as he stood there attempting to keep some level of composure. He needed to see what answers he could manage to get out of Clay, to see if there was anything he might say that could give Jax some idea of where you were. But of course Clay was here late plotting things behind closed doors and the backs of the whole club. 

He wasn’t going to keep getting away with this shit, though. Not anymore.

Uncurling one of his fists, Jax reached out and twisted the door handle before pushing the door open so hard it flung backwards and smacked into the wall with a sharp bang. Both Clay and Tig instantly fell silent at the interruption, their attention shifting straight towards the door. Jax stood there with his eyes locked on Clay, a vicious gleam in them as his lips curled back into a sneer.

If he could have ripped Clay’s head off with his bare hands right now, he absolutely would have.

“Whoa, Jax, man,” Tig began, brows furrowing faintly together as he took in the sight of him. “Easy there. What the hell are you doing?”

Clay didn’t look remotely fazed at the sudden enraged entrance, almost as if he’d been expecting it. The way he so comfortably leaned back in his chair at the head of the table, folding his hands in his lap as he focused on Jax like he was completely untouchable, only pissed Jax off further. But it was clear on Clay’s face–he knew exactly why Jax was here just by looking at him.

“Get the fuck outta here, Tig,” Jax snarled, his glare remaining fixed on Clay.

In the chair beside the Sons’ president, Tig focused his attention on Clay, giving him a questioning look. With his own eyes never leaving Jax, Clay gave him a single nod in response.

“Leave us, Tig,” he ordered, flicking a hand dismissively. “‘S’alright. I got this.”

Tig hesitated in his chair for a moment longer, clearly aware of the tension between his president and vice president but not making the connection as to what it was over. Eventually when Clay didn’t say anything otherwise, Tig quietly slid his chair back and rose to his feet. He gave Clay one last look before he slipped past Jax and out of the chapel, closing the door after himself on his way out. 

And then it was just the two of them.

Jax stood there for a moment longer, seething as he stared back at the man who’d just spent one afternoon five days ago blowing up his entire life like it was nothing. And now here he was sitting there looking so fucking calm about it, like he hadn’t done a goddamn thing wrong forcing you out of his life and this town.

“Where is she?” Jax asked, voice level but not any less threatening. “What’d you do to her?”

Clay shrugged a shoulder simply, pulling a face at the questions. “I didn’t do nothin’ to her,” he answered. “Just paid her a visit. Had a talk. That’s it.”

Lips pressing together, Jax’s nostrils flared sharply at the response. He knew damn well how much Clay was downplaying whatever ‘visit’ he’d had with you. And yet he was going to sit here and lie to his goddamn face about it, too. 

“A talk about what?” he pushed firmly. “And don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’ve had it out for her since that first night she came to the clubhouse. Don’t tell me it was some friendly visit.”

Clay continued to sit there, casually leaning back in his chair at the head of the table as a silence fell in the room. Jax recognized the calculating look in his step-father’s eyes–he’d seen it plenty of times to know what it was by now. It was the same look he had whenever he attempted to twist the truth or detract attention away from himself.

“She doesn’t fit, Jackson,” Clay finally said, his words breaking through the heavy tension in the air. “In this world, in this club, in your life. I know it. Your mother knows it. And I’m pretty damn sure your little girlfriend knows it, too.”

With a frustrated grunt, Jax crossed the distance from the entrance of the chapel and over to the ornately carved wooden table. His eye twitched as he tried to hold himself back from doing precisely what he’d rather be doing–beating the absolute shit out of the man. But instead, his fists came down slowly against the table’s surface as he leaned over towards Clay.

“That’s not what I fucking asked you,” Jax growled low.

“But it’s what you need to hear,” Clay countered, his own tone matching Jax’s as he leaned forward along the table, his eyes narrowing back at him. “Because ever since she started working at the garage, you’ve been distracted. Everyone can see it. You’re lettin’ pussy distract you from your responsibilities to the club and your family.”

Jax slammed his fist hard against the solid table, his knuckles stinging from the impact. It was taking every bit of willpower for him to resist striking Clay right in the fucking face like he desperately wanted to, but he knew he had to refrain from the urge. He had a plan in motion to deal with Clay and he couldn’t deviate from it. He couldn’t risk tipping the club off as to what was really going to happen to Clay by having a physical altercation with the piece of shit and leaving any evidence of just how badly he wanted him gone. 

“Don’t you dare call her that,” Jax warned him. His lips twisted up into a dark smile, one that contained only danger and threats as he held Clay’s own cold gaze. “She’s not just some club whore, you old bastard. She’s my girl. My old lady. And you were threatening her.”

Clay scoffed, shaking his head at Jax’s words as if they were nothing. Jax could feel himself practically vibrating with rage right now, everything inside of him screaming to unleash what he was feeling on the bastard–to beat him within an inch of his life and watch him choke on his own blood in this very room.

“She’s nothing more than a passing flavor of the month for you,” Clay retorted. “The way you go through girls. She's nothing.”

“She’s mine!” Jax shouted, finally succumbing to his rage. “And she’s carrying my fucking kid!”

Jax’s chest heaved with his sharp breaths as he stood there bent over the table, a wild look in his eyes as he stared down his president. Clay still kept that outward calm as he eyed Jax, clearly unaffected by his words. Which was all the confirmation Jax had needed. Gemma might not have known that you were pregnant, but somehow Clay had. And he’d still fucking pushed you out of Charming anyway. 

Trying to reign in his temper, a bitter laugh fell out of Jax as he straightened back up beside the table. He stared down at Clay, one of his shaking hands coming up to comb through his shaggy hair in frustration. 

“You fucking knew, didn’t you?” he spat. “You knew she was pregnant. That’s why you threatened her, wasn’t it?”

Clay shrugged again. As if it didn’t matter. As if you carrying his goddamn child didn’t matter. His lips pressed together at the realization of just how cold–how fucking cruel and ruthless–the man really was when he wanted something. And Clay had wanted you out of the picture long enough. 

“Yeah, I knew,” he admitted easily. “So I paid her a visit. Told her the truth.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed further into slits at his words. “The truth?” he shot back, his head tilting to the side in challenge. “What fucking truth, Clay? You been doing nothing but feeding the both of us lies for months now. So what goddamn truth did you share with her, huh?”

Clay’s hand raised from the table, gesturing at Jax before him. “That you, my son, are not remotely in the place or the mindset to become a father,” he answered smoothly. “You’re barely taking care of your damn self, you got no idea the first things about raising a kid. And let’s be real–that ain’t the kinda shit you want on your plate right now.”

“Don’t you–” he snapped, pointing a ringed finger sharply at Clay, “–call me your son after the shit you've done. And don't you even try and pretend to know a damn thing about what I want. You got no idea.”

“Don’t matter now,” Clay told him. “Your girl is probably long gone now. She’s got no job since I fired her, so who knows what happened to her.”

Inhaling a sharp breath, Jax’s jaw tightened at the information. He’d fired you–you hadn’t quit. Clay had fired you knowing that you were pregnant. Knowing you’d need a job and money and fucking insurance to take care of yourself and that baby right now. And right now you had none of that, not because you’d made the choice yourself, but because Clay had intentionally taken it all from you.

Attempting to maintain his composure, one of Jax’s hands ran along his mouth. The sharp scratch of his facial hair against his fingers barely registered as he fought to keep himself from knocking the old fuck right out of that chair. That haunting thought of you somewhere struggling right now flashed through his mind, and he physically had to restrain himself by gripping his other hand against the edge of the table.

Clay would get what was coming to him despite how goddamn smug he looked sitting there. Because Jax knew something that Clay didn’t, and it would only be a matter of time before that president patch was stripped from Clay’s kutte and sewn onto his own. 

Jax was going to make damn certain Charming was safe for you, and then he was going to fucking find you and fix everything. It didn’t matter how long it took for you to forgive his stupid fucking ass for not just listening to you that night you’d come to him for help. He would do whatever it took to get you back here and keep you safe. 

Which is what he should have been doing in the first place.

Taking a few steps back towards the chapel doors, Jax’s glare remained on Clay. “You fucked up, old man,” he told him. “You're eventually going to find that out.”

Without another word, Jax turned and exited the chapel, slamming the door shut behind himself as he went. As he stormed his way through the empty clubhouse, his steps swift and heavy, he knew it was foolish to have hoped that Clay might have given him some clue as to where you’d disappeared to. He probably had no damn idea himself.

Stepping outside of the clubhouse and back into the dimly lit parking lot, Jax continued to stride across the pavement. Opie was waiting for him right where Jax had left him a bit ago–leaning against his bike and smoking a cigarette. He nodded his head in greeting at Jax as he expelled the smoke from between his lips.

“Get what you needed to, brother?” Opie asked curiously.

“Of course not,” Jax snarled in irritation. He grabbed his helmet from where it was hanging on the handlebars of his bike, unclipping it before he jutted his chin at Opie. “You get what you needed?”

Opie nodded, tossing his cigarette down to the pavement. He stamped it out with his shoe, his eyes flickering to the clubhouse as he did before he focused back on Jax.

“Yeah,” he answered. “You sure you wanna do this, though?”

Jax’s eyes burned with rage as he stared at the clubhouse, securing his helmet on his head. “He’s taken enough from us, Ope,” Jax answered, an edge to his words. “He got away with what he did to Donna. Now he's trying to push out my girl.” He secured the helmet on his head as he looked back at his best friend. “You wanna give him the chance to find an excuse to go after Lyla next?”

A muscle jumped in Opie's cheek at the question before he quietly shook his head. 

Jax turned and threw a leg over his bike, settling down onto it. “I’m sick of him getting away with this shit,” he spat bitterly. “He's not taking anything else from us.”

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Not Just Friends - 10 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Part 9 : Words 3.1k

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

It was a turn back to normal after the long conversation between the two of you. Tears sliding down your faces, majority yours but you saw a couple fall from his. It was a necessary conversation. He opened up about his quirk and apologized for ditching you. You apologize for the same.

Easily enough, the two of you moved on from it quickly. Talking about the past two months when all the overwhelming emotions passed. You blabbed about how many new offers you were getting and he talked about how he was hiring more and more people to his agency.

Despite not being able to ignore the last two months, it was easy to move past.

Growing past it within the night, having everything off your chest. It still didn't make things go back to normal.

You continued to share a bed, but changed your schedules around again to see more of each other. Flipping back into your old routine as much as possible. Not without a few changes though. Lunches would only be once a week rather than daily, and you'd be working for another hour or two after he got home. Since you wanted to sleep in still.

But it still improved your relationship again. Building it back up slowly. You were able to eat a late dinner together each night and share an off day. Sharing your off day made it easier for you anyway. After the break-in it was hard to be home without him, so the last two months were rough. Your therapist said you were doing great though, so that helped.

The first days of going back to normal was rough, having to adjust to seeing each other daily again. Conversations between the two of you felt awkward, mainly on your side. You grew so much in those two months, no longer relying on him. It shifted the dynamic.

"Y'good?" Katsuki's gruff voice broke your train of thought. Your eyes flickered up to him.

"Huh?"

"Been fuckin' playin' with your food," he points his fork at your plate, "Don't like it or some shit?"

"No, I like it," you looked back down. It was definitely not your favorite meal he made, but it was good.

His silverware claddered roughly against his plate, his arms crossing, "The fuck has been wrong with you?"

"Do you have to swear with every sentence?" you avoided, taking a bite of your food instead.

You could feel him roll his eyes along with his heavy sigh, "You've been off since."

"A relationship doesn't heal just like that," you pointed out.

"Will you look at me?" he asked annoyed. A glance up at his expression made you cut your attitude. He was trying, that much was obvious. And after all your talk of communication, you were doing nothing.

"Sorry," you set your fork down, engaging in the conversation, "I'm just lost? I guess. Hard to place it. I've changed a lot in the past two months-"

"How?"

You glared at him for interrupting you. "I've stopped prioritizing you. I'm more focused on myself now. It's hard to go back to normal when the 'normal,' was me running circles around you."

He shuffled in his seat, "That's fine. I'm glad you've moved on in that sense, done you good."

"You're not worried how it'll change us?" you asked softly, it's been all you were thinking of for the past few weeks.

"I'm always fuckin' worried," he admitted, eyes drifting to look at the wall instead of you, "But we'll work it out."

You were glad he still viewed the two of you as a 'we,' heart melting slightly as you reached your hand across the table. "I'm not going to tip-toe around you anymore, Kats."

"Good," he gruffed out, uncrossing his arms and grabbing onto your hand. Changing his focus onto that, "I don't want you to."

"Good," you agreed, smiling at how he let his thumb trace over your knuckles.

"You, um," he fumbled for a minute, eyebrows furrowing, "You're still okay with us not doing shit right?"

"I'd never push that," you confirmed, shocked he even thought you would complain about that.

"Don't get me wrong, I would, just-" he pulled his hands back wiping them on his pants before running them down his face, "my dumb fuckin' quirk."

"You love your quirk," you pointed out.

"Yeah and I'd fuckin' love to touch my girlfriend but no, I gotta be a horny virgin 'cause of it," he groaned, crossing his arms again.

Stifling a laugh was difficult, but you managed, "Maybe we can just work up to it? Get you used to the baseline first before, that."

His quirk went off suddenly, "Can't even fuckin' think of it," he groaned, standing up to go wash his hands off.

"It's cute." You followed behind him to place dishes in the skin, having cleared your plates a while ago.

"Fuck you."

"Hey," you laughed, "At least you can tell Denki and Sero that you beat them at No Nut November. And have for the past 19 years."

He shot you a glare from the sink, "The one challenge I wouldn't want to beat, great."

"It's what makes you number one to me, baby," you teased, kissing his shoulder as you moved past him, wanting to pester him while the mood was light and he was already flustered. It was nice how easy it was to move past something with him. But you wanted to test how much he'd react to you not tiptoeing around him anymore.

With success, his quirk popped off again.

"Fuck off."

You let out a crackle of laughter, "You're too easy."

"Die."

He finally stopped washing his hands, turning to dry them off. You watched from the counter, plotting. "Your back looks nice," you commented, his muscles have been more defined lately and you only got to appreciate it now. His tank top showcases his shoulders nicely.

He froze for a moment, side-eyeing you. "Do you want to get blown up or something?"

"No, do you want to get blown?" you asked back, letting Denki's crude humor influence you.

Like a charm, his quirk sparked off. "Quit it."

"Nah, it's too much fun," you smiled at him, kicking off the counter you were leaning on and moving to leave the kitchen. Hand squeezing his bicep when you walked by.

He didn't let you get even a step away before he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. His hands grabbing at your hips and moving to push you into the counter. "Where do y'think you're goin'?" he smirked down at you.

Your face bloomed a deep shade, blushing harshly at how close he was. He hasn't been that close since you argued two months ago.

"Nothin' to say?"

You blinked up at him, trying to steady the rapid beating of your heart with the way he was tracing circles onto your hips.

"Might like you but that doesn't mean I'll let you say shit and get away with it," he crowded you closer to the counter.

"What happened to your quirk?" you whispered, losing your voice at the proximity.

"You offered to work up to it, right?" he brushed his hands clean on his shirt briefly before going back to your hips.

"Yeah," you looked down at his hands, trying to make sure the watch was off.

"It's off," he confirmed, twisting his wrist so you could see. When you looked back up at him, he held his gaze deeply, "What happened to that smart mouth?"

"Want me to show you?" you placed your hands on his chest, running over the span of his shoulders. Your body was on fire, the two of you flirted, sure, but this was different. His quirk was fully there. He was fully there.

His eyes lidded slightly, zeroing in his focus on your lips, "Fuck yeah I do."

Your lips closed the gap between the two of you. It wasn't as soft and nervous as all the past kisses, it was something you just threw yourself in. Stomach crazy with butterflies as your mind started buzzing. His hands tightened their grip on your hips as he stepped even closer to you.

Bodies curled into each other to get closer. Your hands digging into the hair at the base of his neck as you deepened the kiss. Full of passion and sexual tension. There was hardly any innocence to the kiss, and if there was, it faded within seconds.

A sigh of relief falling from your lips when his hands slipped under your shirt, brushing over your skin roughly. Fingers being callused and dry from work.

As soon as his hands met your skin he pulled away frantically. Pulling his body from yours completely before his quirk started popping off.

"Fuck me," he groaned in frustration, grabbing a dish towel and wiping his hands off.

"I wish I could," you teased.

He shot you a glare, blush flaring all over his face and coating his neck with a red. "Stop," he grumbled.

"Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me like that," he shied away, washing his hands in water for a moment.

You paused for a moment, considering how you looked. With how flushed his face was you could tell you were no better. Lips plumped and freshly kissed red as your shirt was ruffled up from his hands as you leaned back into the counter. "Why would I? You clearly like what you see?"

The confidence within you came from nowhere. There has been sexual tension between the two of you before, many times before. Even before he had the watch. But normally you had to be drunk as hell to make such obvious jokes towards him, especially ones about sex. Maybe it was the fact that it was on the table, when before it wasn't. You knew he wanted it as much as you did.

"Fuck off," he grumbled.

"Come on, Kats," you pushed your luck.

"I love you, but please stop whatever the fuck you're doing before we need a new apartment," he spoke without thought, freezing the second he realized what he said.

You barked out a laugh, he spoke so plainly. You didn't want him to get wrapped up in his head, so you ignored the rushing butterflies over his admissions. "Fine, fine," you gave in, smiling happily at him, "Hug?"

He looked at you, untrusting of you before he opened his arms, gesturing you near.

Taking the moment, you threw yourself in his arms. Wrapping your arms around his waist he pulled you in fully. Letting you rest your head on his chest as he rested his on yours.

Everything felt secure in your relationship, you'd move one step at a time together. With a lot of teasing between, but that was common between you and him, despite the lack of it lately.

"I love you too, by the way," you mumbled into his chest, having a happy feeling travel through your body at the small number of times he's actually said it.

"I know."

You moved slightly to look up at him, his eyes fell on yours before you spoke, "Are you hard?"

He glared sharply, embarrassment covering his features as you felt him grow hot. You were going to ignore the feeling of him pressing into your lower stomach, but decided you wanted the chance to rub it in his face that you have the upper hand here. He tried to pull away, only for you to keep your grip.

"Stop," he warned, his hands raised away from you.

"It's only a little spark, Kats," you tried to comfort.

With a roll of his eyes he smiled evilly down at you, "You asked for it," before you could protest, he wiped his sweaty hands on your face before rubbing the rest of it off on your sweater, down your chest.

"Katsuki! That's gross," you pulled away from him, using your sleeve to wipe away the damp residue of his sweat off your cheek before you pulled the bottom of your shirt out, seeing if he got sweat marks on it. "You just used that as an excuse to touch my tits," you glared at him, seeing the faint marks of his handprint on your shirt, right over your tits. It surprised you that he sweat enough to leave a mark.

He laughed sharply, walking out of the kitchen, "Got no proof, Brains."

"I literally have the proof of your hands on my tits," you called out to him.

He looked over you, "How do I know those are mine?"

"Really? Cause I'd let a random guy grope me and he'd be sweaty enough to leave a mark like you do," you snarked.

"No way to know," he shrugged.

"You're such an ass," you groaned.

His phone buzzing loudly cut off his laughter.

"This late?" you asked as you eyed his work phone.

"It's PR," he said as he furrowed his brows, answering the phone, "Dynamight."

You heard mumbling for a moment before he huffed and put his phone on speaker. "Can she hear me now?" the lady's voice rang through, the same manager you've spoken with before.

"Hello," you answered for him, "What can I do?"

"You've done quite enough," she spoke abruptly. It took a lot to get her mad, so to have pissed her off five words was a record. "People are spreading pictures of you crying in the middle of the street."

Katsuki's eyes shot to you, concerned.

"They also claim to of heard you talking to Deku, saying you said his name several times."

His concerned look turned to a glare quickly.

"I can explain that," you said quickly before Katsuki added his two cents, "I was having a rough time and decided to call a friend, simple."

She laughed, "It's not the simple. It was the night of your party. And with the lack of social outings between Dynamight and you, people are saying the two of you broken up."

"Why does this matter?" you asked annoyed. It was still a sore subject.

"It matters because bad things are being said about the two of you. It's not just Dynamight's image anymore, but yours too. They're saying he's abusive while also saying that you're sleeping your way to the top."

You've heard that said too many times to count. Both things. So filled with anger, you grabbed the phone from Katsuki's hand and hung up.

"The fuck?"

"I don't know! I'm annoyed," you huffed, tossing his phone onto the couch before pacing, "I'm sick of people talking."

"I get it's annoying but you're gonna hear it-"

"Not helping," you glared at him.

"PR helps get them to knock it off," he pushed.

"She hardly says anything but the obvious," you rolled your eyes, "We can just post a picture of us or something."

"How does that prove I don't hit you?"

You paused your pacing, "Under a truth quirk I said the worst thing about you was your socks. I think if you abused me I would have said that."

He gave up his fight with a shrug, moving to sit on the couch instead.

"Don't get me wrong, it pisses me off that they say that. There is just no way to prove otherwise. Nothing is ever enough for them," you corrected, not wanting him to get the idea that you were only concerned for yourself.

"If you think that, why are you so pissed right now?" he crossed his arms.

You shook your eyes off the flex of his arms, throwing your hands up in frustration, "Because everyone says that, I hate hearing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone thinks you hit me or some bullshit," you huff.

"Everyone?"

"Like people that don't know you," you changed, "you're a softy and they ignore it.

"Who you callin soft?" he sat up straight.

You smiled at him, "Kats, you can't even look mad at me."

He glared at you, eyebrows being the only thing supporting it. His eyes were soft. "Die."

"Let's just forget about it," you sighed, not wanting to talk about the press or your relationship. Nothing stressful.

"Why were you even cryin' to Deku?"

"You," you admitted shamefully, looking away. Talking about this would be stressful.

When he said nothing, you turned back to him. He was staring out the window. The view was filled with city lights.

"I only called him 'cause I couldn't call you," you comforted, stepping closer to him.

"Could always call me," he spoke softly.

"Kats," at this point you were standing right in front of him

"Yeah?"

You swallowed quickly, "We don't need to do everything together."

He took a deep breath, "I know, just want you to know you can call me, no matter what."

"I already know that," you smiled fondly at him. It was one of the best things about him. No matter how mad he was at a friend or family, he would never ignore them if they needed anything, even a random call. He might ignore a stupid text, but he never missed a call from someone close to him.

"Good."

"Maybe," he looked up at you, "We don't do anything publically? If they think I'm dating you then good, if they think I'm not, I don't care."

"If you want," he shrugged.

"You don't mind?" you step closer to him, him making space for you by manspreading further.

"Not really, just don't go making 'em think you're dating that damn nerd."

"Okay."

"Want somethin'?" he looked at you with a brow up. His eyes flickering from your chest to your face.

"Seems like you do," you smiled, inviting yourself more into his personal space by straddling him, both knees by his side.

"What are you doing?" his hands were pushed outwards, far from you.

"It's fine," you hushed him, sitting your weight on his lap.

"We didn't even do this stuff with the watch," he hissed at you, face flushed.

"Yes we did," you looked at him confused, "I made you cum y-"

"Shut it," he huffed, hands popping with the sound of his quirk, "Get off."

"Look, if you really want to, I will, but I don't think you want me to," you didn't want to force him into anything.

"What even put you in this mood?" he glared at you.

"You looked at my tits," you shrugged.

"Cause you still have my handprint on em," he smirked proudly.

You looked down at them quickly, "Bakugo."

"What? It's how it should be."

"Will it stain?"

"Shouldn't."

"I hate you," you glared at him.

"Sure, cause one glance at your tits makes you wanna jump me, cause you hate me," he was too cocky.

"Shut up you can hardly kiss me without losing your mind," you fought back.

"Kissed ya earlier didn't I?"

"Barely, come on, kiss me like a man-"

Forgetting his prior reluctance, he pulled you into him. Connecting your lips in a messy kiss as his hand held you to him by the back of your neck. Slowly losing its grip before sliding down to your waist. Losing himself into the kiss just as you were.

You were shocked he was even kissing you, cherishing the win regardless. Moving more onto him. Wrapping your arms around him, scratching at his scalp as you pulled on his hair.

The groan that left his lips encouraged you to push down more in his lap, wanting something more. You could never get enough of him. Anything he'd give, you'd take.

A rough push of yourself onto him caused his quirk to go off, not just a small spark either.

It singed your top, burning your skin.

You jumped off his lap once he let go, holding your sides.

His hand was placed right over your old scar.

Posted late cause I forgot to finish the chapter, and the tag list is being a bitch rn. (phone is glitching and laptop is weird) if it's fucked up mb.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOU MAKE LOVING FUN * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where the sun inside Matt fell in love with the moon inside Y/N; OR, 4 moments between sunshine Matt and grumpy Y/N.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　mentions of blood and pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N has always been known for her serious expression and sarcastic humor. She had a cynical view of the world and seemed to find fault with almost everything around her. On the other hand, Matt was the complete opposite. His smile was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, brightening up any room with his contagious positivity. It was as if he was determined to find the good in everything, no matter how dark it was.

The two were in the same class together at Boston high school, part of the same group of friends, which meant they did a lot of group work together, and it was precisely there where their contrasting personalities often collided. Y/N was meticulous and perfectionist in her work, while Matt preferred to approach topics with a more relaxed and laid-back attitude. This often put them at odds, but it also created an interesting dynamic.

One afternoon, during a school work meeting at the triplets' house, Y/N was particularly grumpy. She had faced a series of setbacks in her home and was on the verge of exploding. Matt, as always, tried to cheer her up with his light humor and unwavering optimism.

"You should relax a little." Matt murmured with a smile as his right hand worked quickly with his computer mouse, putting together the perfect slide for the presentation that would take place the next day, using Nick and Alahna's notes and research. "Not everything has to be so serious all the time."

Y/N rolled her eyes from her spot on the edge of Matt's bed, pushing the notebook that rested on her thighs roughly, feeling frustrated with his persistent attempt to lift her spirits. She knew he was just trying to help, but at that moment, all she wanted was some peace and quiet.

However, something inside her changed when she lifted her gaze to Matt's smiling face, who was still holding the mouse as he watched her from the corner of his eye. In that moment, the girl saw beyond the surface, beyond the facade of constant happiness. She saw the genuine kindness in his eyes, the compassion in his smile. And for the first time, something inside her crumbled, breaking the wall that had held firm for so many years.

A small smile began to form on Y/N's lips, almost imperceptible, but still present. It was a smile that lit up her entire face in a way never seen before and made her eyes shine with an inner light that had long been dormant.

Matt was surprised to see Y/N smiling, abandoning his task instantly and turning his face completely towards her, trying to make sure he was actually seeing that. It was as if he had witnessed something sacred, something few were lucky enough to see - maybe only him. The brunette was speechless, simply admiring the sight before him.

"What?" Y/N asked, noticing the look of shock on Matt's face, her smile fading almost automatically, giving way to her usual frown.

"It's just…" Matt began, struggling to find the right words. "It's the first time I've seen you actually smiling. And it's so pretty."

Y/N felt shy by the compliment but also inexplicably happy. She had never realized how her smile could affect someone so deeply, especially someone like Matt, who radiated joy wherever he went.

"You should smile more-"

"Shut up."

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The night was calm when Matt returned from his hockey practice, but the mood inside the triplets' house was far from peaceful. He walked through his bedroom door with his shoulders hunched and his face pale, showing the anguish that consumed him inside and out.

Y/N, who was sitting on his bed reading a book while she waited for him - a habit created between them, and which his parents and brothers adored - looked up when hearing the door open. Upon seeing Matt, she immediately noticed something was wrong. Her heart sank while witnessing the boy's low stance.

"Matt? Hey, what happened?" She asked, setting the book aside and quickly standing up from her previous seat, walking towards him with a frown decorating her face.

Matt didn't respond right away. Instead, he broke down when his ears finally heard the voice he had waited for so many hours, tears flowing freely down his face. He was shaking, struggling to control his emotions as the weight of his feelings enveloped him like a dense fog.

"Hey pretty boy, breathe." Y/N ordered, pulling him into an awkward but loving hug. "It's okay. Just breathe."

Matt sniffed, trying to regain control of himself. He took a few deep breaths, following her instructions, before finally finding the voice to speak.

"It was at hockey practice." The brunette began, his voice wavering with crying and raw emotions. "One of the guys on the team... he said some horrible things to me about my performance, and I-" A sob interrupted his speech, his blue eyes closing tightly in an attempt to hold in the ugly sounds.

Y/N slowly pulled away, snaking her right hand from his bicep to his head, cupping his cheek gently, looking at his face for the first time that afternoon, her movements stopping suddenly.

The girl felt a wave of anger bubbling up inside her as she saw her boyfriend's face swollen and stained with blood in strategic spots, clearly having been punched by someone else. She clenched her left fist tightly, causing her fingers to take in a pale hue, her eyes flashing with contained fury as her chest tightened with the anguish she felt emanating from Matt's body.

"Who was it?" Y/N's firm and determined voice echoed through the room like thunder as her right hand gently turned his face from side to side, her hard eyes running over his injured skin. "Who said those things to you? No, even better. Who did this to you? I'll finish him off, I swear."

Matt's eyes widened instantly, surprised by her reaction. He knew Y/N could be tough when needed - all the time - but seeing her so determined to protect him left him speechless.

His cheeks took on a reddish hue, disguised by the blood and redness caused by crying, his lips pressed together in an attempt to contain a smile while his heart accelerated involuntarily, a small wince escaping his throat with the movement of his mouth.

"I'm fine, baby-"

"You're not, and after I'm done with whoever did this to you, he won't be fine either." Y/N interrupted him rudely, raising her eyebrows in an act of confrontation, as if she was confronting him to continue the lie.

"It's okay, sunshine. Just let it go. Please?" Matt's warm tongue escaped his lips, wetting them, while his blue eyes seemed to beg her to forget about the guy and focus on himself.

"Alright." The girl let out a loud, angry sigh, rolling her eyes as she stroked his blood-stained cheek gently. "Come on, let's take care of this."

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The restaurant was busy that night, with lively conversation and laughter echoing off the walls. Y/N was sitting at a table next to Matt and his brothers, trying to enjoy the meal despite the crowd around them. However, her already dark mood was about to deepen even further.

As Y/N cut into her steak with an air of concentration, she noticed a man at the next table out of the corner of her eyes. He looked arrogant, a smug smile playing on his lips as he said horrible things about a girl to his table-mates. But it was when he looked in Y/N's direction that she felt a chill run down her spine.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Y/N felt a wave of discomfort spread through her. She couldn't explain why, but something about that guy made her nervous, his arrogant and sexist comments causing her body to scream, almost begging for her to do something.

Matt noticed the subtle change in Y/N's expression and followed her gaze to the next table, running his blue eyes over the unknown man's figure. He frowned, confused by the sudden intensity of Y/N's gaze, practically feeling her fury emanating from her body.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" Matt asked in an almost imperceptible whisper, leaning towards her and bringing his mouth closer to her ear, keeping his eyes on the table next to them. "Why don't we like him?"

Y/N blinked, surprised by Matt's direct question. She turned her head towards him slowly, frowning and running her eyes over his curious and playful expression, their noses almost touching with their proximity.

"You're so annoying, do you know that?" The girl asked in a cynical tone, raising her right eyebrow as she assessed him with her eyes.

"But you still love me." Matt replied quickly, as if he already had the answer on the tip of his tongue. A smirk grew on his lips as he draped his right arm over the back of the wooden chair his girlfriend sat on, caressing the skin of her exposed shoulder with his fingertips gently.

"Doesn't make you less annoying."

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Y/N was busy in the kitchen of the large room in her house that she shared with the triplets, preparing a special meal to welcome the boys' parents, Jimmy and Mary Lou, who were about to arrive for a visit in Los Angeles. She was determined to impress them with her cooking skills and make the couple's first day in the bustling city worth it.

While stirring a pan of sauce, Y/N heard footsteps approaching and soon Matt's figure left the small hall that led to their room and entered the kitchen with a beaming smile on his face, his feet taking him closer to his girl almost automatically.

"Hi sunshine, need help?" He asked, stepping forward to grab an apron and approach the stove, his blue eyes darting over all the ingredients laid out as his brain tried to process what she was making.

Y/N looked up at him, her face hardened with concentration as her right hand never stopped moving the spoon.

"No, thank you." The girl responded quickly, shaking her head and returning her gaze to the sauce below her. "I can do this on my own."

Matt frowned, ignoring her answer and rescuing a steak knife from the cutlery drawer, extending his free hand towards the still raw meat, ready to cut it into ideal sizes.

"Matt, I said I can do it myself." Y/N repeated slowly, as if she were speaking to a child, casting a furtive glance at him from the corner of her eye.

"I know you can, petal." The boy murmured softly, putting down the knife and raising his now free hand towards his girl, lightly pressing his warm palm against her still arm, caressing her skin. "But I want to be here with you to help in some way. It doesn't have to be everything or nothing."

Y/N sighed, feeling a little guilty about her own reaction. She didn't want to push Matt away, especially when he was just trying to be caring and helpful.

"Okay... I'm sorry." Her apology escaped in a barely there whisper, her teeth catching her bottom lip in a firm grip.

"What are we having for dinner today?" Chris's loud and excited voice echoed through the living room and kitchen as the boy climbed the stairs that led him from his room, interrupting the moment between the couple, eliciting a laugh from Matt and an eye roll from Y/N.

"None of your business."

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Another question about Raph! Since Kraang blood is empyrean, is it mixed in with Raph's blood or is it still normal?

Okay, I've actually done quite a bit of research on empyrean since I found out about it.

I thought it was Kraang blood or something at first too, but I'm actually starting to think that it's a little more complex than that.

Cuz I mean this guy looks like he's been long dead for decades, possibly even centuries. Skin taut and mummified-looking almost, old bones all but exposed, he's down for the count.

I've done some research on how human blood works as a comparison. Without a beating heart to keep blood flow up and running, the blood inside of a human body will start to clot and pool.

In your average person, it takes anywhere between several hours to days for blood to completely clot and become solid, starting with capillaries and progressing to larger vessels. This doesn't happen all at once, but still.

Now obviously, the Kraang species is very alien to us. Who's to say that their blood works completely different than ours?

However, every other living organism we've ever come across shares many incredible similarities to human kind, and I'm betting the same thing would apply to the Kraang.

And if my guess is correct, that would mean that this corpse we get a sneak peak of in the series couldn't be the source of Empyrean after all, (which only starts up a whole new tangent of mine concerning Kraang biology) Since its blood probably wouldn't be a liquid anymore at this point.

We know that Empyrean was what first mutated the Yokai thousands of years ago (I assume at the time of the original Kraang invasion.)

We also know that in past iterations of TMNT, the Kraang have had this icky substance with mutation abilities that they've brought from their home, good old Dimension X; though Empyrean went by other names like Ooze or Mutagen.

My leading theory is that Empyrean is a power source of some kind, the thing that runs all of their tech and machinery, similar in use to a battery or gasoline. To foreign organisms like those found on Earth, under the right conditions, Empyrean leads to a drastic rearranging of DNA; for Kraang, it's completely fine.

So if Empyrean originates from the Crying Titan, and if Empyrean is a fuel, that has to mean that Kraang technology is still on Earth.

Assuming the original invasion was anything like it was in the movie, lingering, ancient remnants of the Kraang would make a lot of sense, at least in my mind.

Which gives me a lot of ideas to put into my au :]

Now, concerning your question: Empyrean is still persistent in Raph's blood and DNA, thanks to Baron Draxum's mutation experiments. It would be persistent in all the turtles (as well as Splinter, technically.)

You could probably even find it in Yokai blood and DNA, though I would think it would be muted after so many years of their species changing and adapting over time.

And with the nature of. . . everything Kraang related really, Raph's had a lot of changes physically, including on a molecular level.

His blood? DNA? It's definitely had some modifications with how long he's been Kraangified.

If treated quickly enough, a Kraangified person can expel the Kraangy bits from their body and be just fine.

But Raphael's been with the Kraang roughly 4 years. Chances are, those parts of him are there to stay for good.

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Amorous Chapter 7 - Frontman x Fem! reader

WARNINGS: Slight smut implication, guns, mention of potential suicide, sadness and heartbreak.

Wordcount: 1.1k

NOTES: Hii, i'm so sorry this has taken so long to upload i've just started back at university after the holidays but i hope uploads will become regular again now I've settled back in. Also the next chapter will be the final chapter!

See the other chapters here:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Part 1, Chapter 2, part 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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Love never really was a constant in In-ho’s life, everyone he loved disappeared and with them they took his heart. Starting the games seemed to be the only stability in his life, the only thing that gave him the slightest sliver of joy, and now it had been jeopardized. Player 456 was never meant to return, he should’ve gotten on the plane like In-Ho ordered. Instead, he sits beside him completely unaware that the man he is after helps calculate his every move. At first his only thought and intention was to eliminate player 456, to decipher his plans and put an end to them…that was until he saw you. You with the perfect hair, perfect hips and eyes that shone brighter than the sun. Then he knew, he had a new purpose. Protect you. At first he refused to believe how easily you had wormed your way in, how easily you had captured his heart and melted the ice. Yet day by day he found his resolve break and he found himself falling so far and so hard he couldn’t prepare for it. You allowed him to feel things he hadn’t felt in so long and deep down he thanked you for that, but he knew…he knew that you would leave as well, one way or another you would be gone and it hurt his heart every time he thought about it.

Behind him In-ho heard the scuffle of feet, and beside him a pink guard stood.

“What do we do with player 456 sir?”

“Take him back to the dormitory” The guard nods and walks past you.

In-ho never broke eye contact with you, watching the tears fall, the tears that he had caused…the tears that he couldn’t stop.

“He’s alive…?” you whisper, jolting something in In-Ho. Jealously? He said nothing and pressed his gun deeper into your forehead causing you to wince at the pain.

“Just do it In-ho…” the way you whisper his name erupts butterflies in his stomach “please” hearing you beg was something he had only dreamed of, something he had only seen in his dreams when you’re squirming beneath him in desperation, or on your knees in front of him watching you struggle for breath as he chases his release.

“No…” he whispers in return. He lowers his gun and lifts you up roughly by your arm. As you are dragged to your feet you look at him in confusion, he could see the question in your eyes. Why? Why wasn’t he going to kill you? Looking around you see that the mass of pink guards no longer lines the hallway leaving just you and In-Ho alone. Your heart begins to race as you quickly assess your surroundings for an escape route. Unbeknownst to you In-Ho watches your every move. He notices which directions your eyes shoot to calculating your every move, just admiring you. Suddenly your eyes flick over to his and he regains his composure in just enough time to see you lift your other arm in an attempt to grab his gun from his hands. You manage to nudge the handle knocking it onto the floor but before you could reach down to grab it In-Ho grabs your arm twisting it behind your back and pushes you forcefully onto the wall, your face now pressed against it. You let out a yell of frustration causing a deep chuckle to erupt from In-Ho. You feel his breath on your ear as he reaches down to you.

“Are you done with your tantrum now Babygirl?” he whispers. You struggle against his grip wanting nothing more than to knock him out, but the other part of you wanted to run your hands through his hair, to bite his lip and to scream his name so the entire place knew who you belong to.

“Stop. Struggling” the strictness in his tone makes you freeze as a shiver runs own your spine. “Good…now I will let your arm go but you have to promise you won’t run and you won’t try to shoot me” you nod slowly, and he release your arm. You slowly turn to look at him and you suddenly realise how close he is. It takes all of your willpower to not wrap your hands around his neck and hug him, all you do is look up at him with the same betrayal in your eyes still lingering for him to see.

“did you enjoy seeing me break in-ho…did you enjoy tearing down my walls just to destroy me where it matters most….?” You question through teary eyes. He sighs

“I never wanted you to find out this way”

“So what? You were just going to keep it hidden? Keep me in the dark? You were going to let me stay behind knowing you were going to kill all of my friends…you were going to make me think I lost you?” you spit out in anger harshly pushing on his chest to create distance between you. In-Ho looks up at you in shock, he can feel his heart slowly crumbling and he now realises that this is all by his own doing.

“I…I” he struggles to answer, you scoff and roll your eyes

“Save it In-ho” He watches with wide eyes as you pick up a stray pistol lying on the floor slightly hidden beneath the arm of a fallen guard. You take off the safety and point the gun at In-Ho.

“Y/n…”

“Don’t! you don’t get to say my name…you were going to kill me In-Ho and for what? So that your precious games didn’t end?” You speak, your words feeling like poison to him, and for the first time you see tears escape his eyes. You lose composure for a second and lower your gun slightly, your heart aching at the sight of In-ho crying but then you remember all the innocent lives that had been taken because of him. Once again you point the gun at him, he lifts his hands up in surrender, but you don’t lower your gun. Moments pass and yet In-Ho still stood still, looking into your eyes silently pleading for you to lower the gun. In your mind and in your heart, you know that you don’t want to kill him, you know your heart couldn’t take losing him, but you want him to feel the pain he has caused so many others. Suddenly an idea comes into your head, and you lower the gun, sending him a small smile through the tears. He sighs in relief and takes a step towards you, freezing when you lift the gun up again,  this time place it against your temple.  His eyes harden and his breath hitches.

“Y/n No!”

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Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

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Logan's been so focused on working out that he hasn't noticed that his phone has been ringing the past minute and a half, not at least until there's a banging on his home gyms door.

Logan's head snaps towards the door at the sudden noise, taking long but cautious strides to see who's there, opening it only to reveal a less than pleased Y/N standing there.

"Hey," Logan says breathless as he wipes sweat from his forehead "You could've called first"

a scoff leaves Y/N's mouth "I just did, you've blowing me off this past week. I need you to talk to me"

Logan's first season in Formula 1 wasn't the best, he was a bit underweight, not following the diet his trainer gave him and he wasn't managing his energy well in the car which would burn him out and either made him DNF or finish last, which was really getting to him.

"I'm working out, Y/N, I'm busy." he pants, going right back into the exercise he briefly put on hold.

"You're gonna make their weight requirement in the next 10 minutes?" Y/N spat, a little harsher then she intended it to come out but she still stood her ground, making Logan stop and stare at her.

"Thanks you for being so supportive of my work" Logan said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Because you've been such a champion of mine?" Y/N scoffed. It's true, Y/N just recently signed a contract with WWE's developmental program NXT and not even a single congratulation from her boyfriend.

Logan turned around, fire burning in his eyes "What's that supposed to mean?"

Y/N looks back with an icy stare "What do you think it means?"

Logan just stares at her dumbfounded which causes Y/N to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration before she continues, "I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to talk about my needs? What needs?"

"Did I say that?" His eyebrows knit in confusion as he stares at her urging her to explain.

"You didn't have to say it, it's implied." She rubs her forehead in anger

Logan whips around in utter confusion "How is it implied?"

"You're the athlete and I'm the girlfriend. That's how you feel right?" That causes Logan's hands to cover his eyes and roughly rub his temples as he senses an argument brewing.

Logan absolutely hated arguing with his girlfriend, but ever since his first season started that's all they ever seemed to do. Logan left the TV on all night? Argument. Logan ate something he shouldn't have? Argument. Y/N left her shower towel on top of Logans beach towel? Argument. Y/N forgot to lock the ferret in the cage and now Logan's keys are missing and he's late to a very important William's meeting (he wasn't making it anyway, he took too long acting like Taylor Swift during the ERAS tour in the shower)? Argument.

"Can we talk about this later, please" Logan tries to change the subject so he can finish his workout

"When Logan? When is later?" Y/N raises her voice an octave higher than she intended.

"Not tonight," Logan said, tears of frustration forming on the brims of his eyes threatening to spill.

His response made Y/N's face contort with anger in a way he's never seen before that he made a mental note of never to make her that mad again because he was scared.

"I have been working out all day. I have up since 4 this morning. I have tried to make their weight requirement for a week, and I am nowhere!" Logan yells, those tears of frustration once threatening to spill have now poured out his eyes with more following in pursuit.

"I've been telling you how unhappy I am for months!" tears have now also started flowing out Y/N's eyes as they argue.

"Everyone's unhappy in Miami! That's what Miami is!" Logan screamed has he throws a 5 pound dumbbell on the floor by the bench

"I don't know how to get through to you anymore. You keep shutting me out! You keep putting up these fences!" Y/N's hands tremble in anger as she throws them up, running her fingers through her hair

"I'm not, I'm not shutting you out" Logan states as he wipes the tears from his face but to no avail as more tears spill from his green eyes

"You're a million miles away all the time" Y/N's voice trembles as she lets the tears free flow.

"Actually, I'm right here." Logan says with the straightest face you can have as a crying arguing mess of a man

"Are you Logan? Actually? Cause I know you" Y/N says as the tears slowly stop falling.

"You're right. I've been distracted, but I promise you, after I make this requirement-" before Logan could finish his statement, he gets cut off

"After the requirement?" Y/N whispers in disbelief

"After the requirement!" Logan confirms in a harsh tone

"Everything is after the requirement!" Y/N screams

"Yeah"

"What if you make the requirement and nothing happens? No William's contract extension? You don't go straight to point positions? You're still a bad driver, You still DNF, You don't get signed with anyone else? What then, Logan? What about me?!" The tears that briefly stopped streaming down her face started back up and flowed faster than this time.

"I can't move with you to Orlando. I can't leave my career behind" Logan ripped off the band-aid, he couldn't put off the real reason he's been avoiding this topic, why he's been avoiding Y/N.

"You think I don't know that?" she trembled.

"What," Logan stops, unsure of what she means and what he wants to say next, a million thought in his mind at what his girlfriend just said to him, but not one of those questions are coming out of his mouth right now "What are you...? What is this? What do you want?" he finally manages to choke out

"I guess I just, I wanted you to tell me not to go" Y/N finally lets out and that's when all the emotion she's been bottling up for months comes out, unable to stop the sobs she chokes out. She's a shaking sobbing mess on the floor and all Logan could do was just stare. He knew she'd been hurting at his cold shoulder treatment but he didn't think it hurt her this bad. He couldn't believe that he was watching her hurt this bad because of him and there was only one question floating in the back of his mind...

why don't I feel bad?

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt. 6)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 1,605 warnings; nothing Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5 Guys what is this chapter? It's so short hello? I stared at my laptop for 10 minutes trying to figure out what else to add that would make sense to the story and I have noooooooooooo clue :] but yeah that's Ao'nung's reaction, yipee, and an argument, yipee. I'm gonna work hard to make chapter 7 much longer and better quality, so bear with me please, thank you P.S. the support I've recieved on this story is amazing, thank you all so much <3 please keep the comments rolling in, they make me sooooo happy

The group of children that was recently so joyful and filled with laughter, now has an invisible tension. It was hard to notice at first glance, but looking closely reveals the two seemingly in the middle of it all. The longing, confused looks from one, rejected by the other with a heavy heart. 

Tsireya bites her lip in worry, glancing between her brother and Y/n, “So… we’ve kind of shown you guys everything. What would you like to do?”

Lo’ak smirks at her, “Y/n mentioned something about cliff jumping- we should do that.” Y/n bites the inside of her cheek, shutting her eyes. She could feel him looking at her. 

Tsireya smiles, “Cliff jumping! Oh, yes, that sounds like fun. Rotxo?” She looks at the boy questioningly.

Rotxo offers a small smile, “Let’s do it.” He rises to his feet, helping Kiri up as well. The rest of the group follows, Y/n sticks close to Neteyam, hoping her brother would scare Ao’nung away. She should’ve known better. 

“Y/n.” His voice is soothing as he softly grabs her hand. She doesn’t look at him, she can’t. “Hey… where have you been?” 

“Uhm,” Her voice is trembling, and she internally curses herself. “Just in my marui… I’ve been sick.”

Ao’nung nods with a frown, “That’s what your dad told me… do you feel better now?”

Y/n nods, pulling her hand away. Hurt flashes on Ao’nung’s face, but it’s gone as soon as it comes. “Yeah, but I might still be contagious, so…”

“Oh…” He sighs softly. “Okay, well, I’m glad you’re better.”

“Yeah, uhm- thanks.” She turns away from him, biting the inside of her cheek roughly as she calls to her ilu.  

A few days later, Ao'nung sits with his jaw clenched as Y/n laughs at something Rotxo said. His heart clenched with his fists, and he has to refrain from standing and storming off. He was so hurt and confused as to why she was suddenly being so aloof towards him. She's the first person he's ever felt safe enough with to pour his heart out, and she's just ingored him with no warning. 

Most of all, it made him angry. His peers are slowly noticing him returning to the boy he was before he met the Sully girl. He's even started to rekindle the flames with his old friends. The change is noticed by his parents, and it worries them deeply. Ronal wonders if her decision was a mistake, but she's too stubborn to ever admit it. Besides, she has found a good Metkayina girl perfect for her son, and Ronal is sure she'd be a great Tsahik.

The Sully family have also noticed a subtle change in the eldest daughter. She's talented at putting on a mask, but they can see her smiles thinning. They see the happiness she had once acquired slowly falling away. It worried them beyond belief, but every time they'd attempt to bring it up, she'd just brush them off, claiming that everything was normal.

Obviously, no one believed her, however the least convinced was Neteyam. He's noticed the difference in the both of then. His sister, once effervescent and fun, now dull and quiet. And his friend, who became kind hearted and soft, has gone back to his terrible ways. He's tried to be a voice of reason, but to no avail. Neither will listen, and neither will talk. He's completely in the dark, with no knowledge of what's happening between the two. 

One night, Ao’nung finally snaps. His old friends laugh in a circle as he stares intently at the fire. Images of her flash through his mind, and he replays memories he has with her. He can almost feel her lingering touch on his skin, like a ghost that fades away before he can reach it. Her eyes stare back at him, her lashes fluttering closed as their faces near. But she pulls away, standing and leaving him behind. Confused. Hurt. Angry. Helpless. This girl has him helpless, he realizes. 

So, Ao’nung abruptly stands up, and all his friends’ eyes train on him. He doesn’t give the group a second thought as he walks away, kicking up sand. He doesn’t hear them calling his name, only the pounding of his heart against his chest, and the similar rhythm of the waves crashing along the shore. He held the anger of the ocean, fierce and unforgiving as his fists clench, and unclench, and clench, and unclench, in a restless mantra. 

Giggling and whispering quietly to each other, Lo’ak and Tsireya’s happy atmosphere was broken by Ao’nung roughly grabbing ahold of Lo’ak’s shoulder and forcing the boy to face him. Lo’ak looks at Ao’nung with wide eyes, his heart speeding up just a tad as his hands instinctively tighten into a fist. 

“What the fu-” Lo’ak spits, but he’s cut off. 

“Where is she?” Ao’nung asks shortly, not interested in bantering with the boy. 

Lo’ak’s brows furrow, “Where is who?” Tsireya holds her hand out between the boys, “Ao’nung…”

“Y/n.” Her name feels like venom coming from his mouth. “Where is Y/n?”

Lo’ak swallows thickly, glancing unsurely at Tsireya, “On the beach… I think. I don’t know-”

Ao’nung doesn’t respond, instead turning towards the beach and leaving just as quickly as he came. Lo’ak and Tsireya stand in shock, a heavy tension settling in the air. They glance at each other momentarily, before Lo’ak lets out a deep sigh, running a hand over his face. What has his sister gotten herself into?

Once Ao’nung finally sees her, he freezes, his confidence draining. She’s sitting, gazing at the horizon with a troubled look on her face. Her brows are drawn together, and his thumb itches to soothe the crease like he’s done so many times before. Like he’ll never get to do again. His eyes harden once again, and he continues his journey. 

“I need answers.” He demands once in earshot. His voice wavers ever so slightly, but he’s able to conceal it. Y/n’s head whips around, and she stumbles to her feet. “I need them, and I need them now. 

Worry fills her body, and she glances around nervously. If Ronal were to see this, she doesn’t know what would happen. 

“Answers for what?” She asks, trying to act unbothered. But she knows he can see right through her. Of course he can. 

“Why?” His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. “Why would you lead me on like that? I mean- I know I’m not a great person, or whatever, but that’s just fucked up, Y/n.”

Her ears flatten against her head, “I didn’t say that- and I-” She hesitates, at a loss for words. She wants to pull him into her arms, holding onto him tightly while she whispers; ‘I didn’t lead you on, Ao’nung. I like you. I like you. I love you.’

“You what?” His tone is angry now, raising slightly. “What, Y/n? Tell me!”

“I don’t know, Ao’nung. I’m sorry.” She doesn’t raise her voice.

“That’s not good enough!” His fingernails dig deeply into his palm. 

She gulps, shaking her head, “It’s all I have- I don’t know what else to say.”

His bottom lip quivers. Y/n is unsure if it’s from anger or sadness. “You really have nothing else to say but “I’m sorry?”” He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for a response. “I know you, Y/n!”

Her heart clenches, and she looks away, “No, you don’t. Not if- not if you think I could love you.” She said it in a way that should have made him believe she can’t love, as if she isn’t capable of it. 

His throat burns, “You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let people see the whole picture. I’ve seen it. I know who you are. Through and through.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “But I don’t know why you’ve left me alone. I don’t understand.” He takes her hands in his. 

It takes everything in Y/n to not let herself relax with his touch, she pulls her hands away. “Don’t touch me.” She hates that she said that. She hates that he knows she didn’t mean it. 

“You don’t have to pull away- Y/n, please. When we were together, everything was right- for both of us. And you know it! Please, you know that we are Eywa’s plan.” He begs. He begs and the world freezes for her. This boy. This complicated, and confusing, and beautiful boy, is in front of her, begging for her to just love him. He’s pleading for her affection, for the chance to prove that he can be everything she’d want him to be. So ignorant to the fact that he is who she wants him to be. 

“Stop it.” She whispers, her voice cracking. “Stop it, damnit.” She bites back tears as he grabs her hands again, pulling them to his chest. 

“I’ll never stop. You are a coward and you know it. You and I are it. Stop lying to yourself.”

Y/n doesn’t think about what she says next, overcome with fear, “I don’t care about you!” The bitter lie flies from her lips as she tries to rip her hands away from his. His eyes flash with hurt, disparity, for a brief second before impassiveness takes over. He lets her go. 

He stares at her, as if looking into the depths of her soul, “Such a goddamn liar.” He whispers, before turning and walking off without another word. Leaving behind the woman he loved.

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I love being late to things. Anyways here are drawings that I did for Scott Appreciation Week, though that happened last month and a bit ago 😭 The Scott Appreciation Week and the daily prompts are by @ju5tanarti5t

Day One: I like all of his skins but choose to do his red life skin from Wild Life.

Day Two: I love a lot of headcanons but a few favourites that I like are rainbow stars above him, I feel like he would design and create his clothes/ outfits, sibling/parent friend, shapeshifter coded because of the amount of SMPs, projects etc. that's he's been apart of. He naturally has brown hair, so like he's got brown bits at top then mixes of blue seen in the drawings.

Day Three: again I love every single team/group. I wanted to draw Gem and the Scotts but also GGGGGs:)) I would have also drawn Martyn because Mean Gills and Divorce Quarter. If we not talking life series it would have been Owen, Bekyamon, Eloise. Or Lauren, Xornoth (the silly siblings trio/ duo am I right). Then like a mix of old and new friends/ people from different projects, series etc.

Day Four: I could have drawn Scott from any of the AUs that I like but I used this day to roughly draw younger Scott/ if where to be in like The Owl House was more of what I was inspired to do. Basically an TOH AU we could say like I was inspired bits by Amity. Like for example the hair, from brown to blue/ cyan hair (like seen in Scott's change of skins over the years as well).

Day Five: I drew Scott and Cambam because I've been wanting to draw these two for ages. I gave them matching jumpers because I thought it was a silly little fun idea.

Day Six: I was going to draw more duos like Sbowbugs or Flower Husbands etc. But instead we get a rough drawing of Scott as a unicorn (I could have added or done different things to it but this is what I roughly ended up with). When I first ever did drew Scott as a unicorn I was a little bit inspired by Rarity from MLP Friendship is Magic (that's where the making his own clothes/ outfits headcanons kind of came from too). But at the same time I still wanted to added bits that still scream Scott.

Day Seven: I enjoy a lot of moments, either from being other people or just moments where it's just Scott himself. So what I drew was some faces/ expressions I feel like he would pull. When drawing I was thinking of his escape room videos, when he gets badass or sassy etc. because moments like those are just so silly:))

Yapped so much but this is how my Saturday to Tuesday has been lmao- some drawings look messy or something I guess but I wanted to do this because it sounded like so much fun:)) Anyways enjoy!!

Edit: Link to the original blog because yea why not, maybe anyone else would like to do it because it was a lot of fun doing it:))

[honeyhotteoks]

Hi! Just finished the latest chapter of TNT and OH MY GOD!!!! IT WAS EVERYTHINGGGGGG!!!!!! ✨✨✨

I wanted to ask two things, and this is in no way a request or a demand or anything... I'm just being curious 🙈

One, Wooyoung's storyline in the latest chapter sounded very intriguing! So I was wondering if you are planning to/would consider exploring that at some point!

Two, this is just about the a/b/o universe..what does it mean when an alpha goes into a rut...is it similar to an omega's heat? (forgive my basic question, I'm not very familiar with this trope)

Also, pertaining to that... I'm wondering what it would look like to see Yunho/Mingi in this situation...would love to know your thoughts!

Sorry for the long message! Anyway, thank you so much for continuing to share your work with us 🫶🏻

oh thank you so so much for writing this!!!! i'm so glad you're enjoying it.

as far as writing more of wooyoung's story, i don't have any plans to release a one-shot or anything like that since i normally write self insert and enjoy writing in second person pov, BUT i will say that details about his heat and that relationship dynamic will absolutely be explored in the final chapters. y'all will not be left hanging with what happened there i promise!

as far as ruts go, that's a great question! so yes, ruts are essentially the alpha version of an omega's heat in the sense that they go through a hormonal surge and an intense need to have sex / breed etc. i would say that the mechanics of alpha ruts are not always as consistent in omegaverse books as omega heats are, and sometimes barely discussed. so i've included a few details below about my interpretation of alpha ruts for my omegaverse, but please know that this isn't a hard rule for all authors -

alphas go into a rut less frequently than omegas go into heat (in my universe this is roughly every 3-4 months)

in the way that omegas take suppressants to lessen the severity of their heats and dampen their natural scent, alphas take something similar (essentially think birth control pills but everyone takes them to regulate hormones and keep things chill)

when an alpha goes into a rut, they are pretty singularly focused on having sex specifically with the purpose of breeding (similar to omegas craving a knot, alphas crave giving a knot)

in my universe, alphas in a rut aren't like wild animals. this is something featured in some omegaverse universes, but i'm not a huge fan because it blurs consent lines way too far in my opinion. basically in my world they're just stupidly horny, hard for days, and desperate to give a knot/in pain, but they can get through themselves just like an omega can

alpha ruts can be triggered (as can omega heats) by various things. most commonly it would be a super compatible omega, an omega in heat, or something medication-wise. yunho and mingi haven't rutted that reader knows about because they're on suppressants of their own, but had they been unmedicated during her initial heat i think they would have succumbed to a triggered rut.

similarly, an alpha rut can trigger an omega's heat

i don't necessarily plan to write a rut scene, but WHO KNOWS sometimes i get a scene in my mind and have to write it out so i'll never say never. i do plan on discussing yunho and mingi's ruts in the fic a bit though.

i think my headcanons for them are basically:

yunho goes maximum feral breeding kink (no this is not self indulgent don't look at me)

mingi's caretaking instincts go kind of hyperdrive - he's kind of following reader around to make sure she's eating/drinking water/not stressed and then he realizes ah...... he's in prerut ofc

both of them are protective x100, they literally get knots in their stomachs knowing reader is walking to the coffee shop let alone talking to another alpha

their dirty talk goes off the charts when in a rut

if reader thought she was getting knotted a lot in heat........ well she better lock in

they both get a little whiny in heat, yes they're still alphas and still in control, but because they're a little less clear headed they're a bit more on the begging/pleading "have to fuck you need to feel you" side of desperate

after they are so soft and so caretaking because that's a part of it they need to do to feel like they're taking good care of their omega.

thank you sm for your question and all your kind words!!

[cookingthehungergames]

Cooking the Hunger Games Day 0: Lamb Stew

I've been a fan of The Hunger Games since I was thirteen years old, which was fifteen years ago, which is terrifying. I've been a fan of food for even longer. These things are related: one of the things I have always loved most about The Hunger Games is how the book(s) describe food: with such lush, expressive detail, and with such attention to setting and character.

Katniss Everdeen loves food; it is survival and life itself to her, but more than that, it's something she clearly takes pleasure in - a fact that hints at a "weakness for beautiful things" that she vehemently (and falsely) denies having, and projects onto poor Peeta. I have always loved that about her: how open she is to pleasure despite her own intentions. I see that pleasure-loving nature in myself; I am also a girl who loves to eat.

This July (and possibly August, who knows how long it'll take!), I've decided to cook my way through the first Hunger Games book, creating and then eating the dishes described in the book in roughly chronological order. I'll be making some concessions for practical reasons - I fully intend to split the multi-course Capitol dinners into several meals, and I might have to skip the pine bark since I live in Southeast Asia, and where the fuck am I going to find a pine tree - but I do intend to eat as much of what Katniss eats as possible. This blog is where I'll share it with you.

We'll be kicking off properly on July 4th - Reaping Day - but first I wanted to cook what might be the book's most iconic meal: the lamb stew.

"Best of all, a tureen of that incredible lamb stew on wild rice. The very dish I told Caesar Flickerman was the most impressive thing the Capitol had to offer."

This lamb stew needs no introduction; if you're reading a Hunger Games cooking blog post, you already know what I'm talking about. Katniss eats it for breakfast the morning before her interview prep, then again in the Hunger Games proper, and, much later, from a can during the invasion of the Capitol.

I always imagined this stew to be vaguely Middle Eastern for two reasons: firstly, because cooking dried fruit with meat is A Thing in Middle Eastern cuisine, and secondly, because thirteen-year-old me got "tureen" and "tajine" mixed up. Whoops.

My go-to lamb stew recipe is the Slow-Cooked Lamb from the excellent cookbook Souk: Feasting at the Mezze Table, by Merijn Tol and Nadia Zerouali. I used this as the base for my lamb stew, and chopped a bunch of prunes into it.

My bastard recipe goes as follows:

Ingredients:

500g lamb cubes, cut into bite-sized pieces

3 large tomatoes, diced

4 onions, thinly sliced

10 cloves garlic, chopped to shit

About 80g prunes, cut up

Stick of cinnamon

A few drops of vanilla extract

Half-teaspoon rose extract

Method:

Put lamb, tomatoes, onions, and garlic in a pot with some oil.

Fry for ten minutes, stirring constantly.

Add cinnamon, salt, prunes, and enough water to cover the lamb.

Drop the heat to medium-low and simmer for 2-3 hours

Panic because the prunes have completely changed the flavour profile of the stew, and compensate by salting the fuck out of it a second time.

Finish with the vanilla and rose.

Serve over rice.

The stew was delicious. I was running late so I didn't cook it the full two hours, so it was a little tough, but the flavour of the meat was rich, and the gravy was sweet with the onions and tomato. The prunes added a really strong and interesting sweet-sour flavour to the dish, which really did need a lot of salt to counterbalance; it made the whole thing more complex than the base recipe, though I personally prefer the stew without.

I didn't have wild rice and couldn't find any, so I used normal white rice as the base - it was a little soft and added very little to the stew, which I think would be better served with some flatbreads and yoghurt. Wild rice is a lot firmer and distinctly-textured than the white rice I used, though, so I can see it pairing well with this stew - perhaps even "perfectly".

The rose extract was a relic from the original recipe, and it makes the lamb pop while taking the edge off its gaminess. I like that the first Hunger Games dish I made for this project has roses in it.

Katniss would probably not agree.

[soylent-crocodile]

Myr (Monsters)

(Silver Myr by Kev Walker)

(I FUCKING LOVE MYR! They're cute, they're iconic, they're interesting bits of worldbuilding... I HAD to make 'em! Mercifully, I've separated Mirrodin from New Phyrexia, and created the Plane of Steel, a fun little plot hook roughly referencing Mirrodin's creation. If you want to make these native to the Plane of Metal- new to PF2- or simply old machines of a dead culture, feel free.

Also, this will contain rules for Mana Myr, which I spiraled off the five colors of Magic, but expect more myr in the future!)

Myr are mysterious creatures native to the Plane of Steel, an artificial plane ripped from the Plane of Earth and turned into a vast network of self-sustaining machines. Myr themselves are the most common denizens of the plane, servitors to an unknown master and performing upkeep on their more complicated cohabitants.

Myr have been imported from the Plane of Steel in rare quantities, and serve as a rare treasure on the Material Plane, loyal servants infused with magical energy. Some, however, fear inviting such mysterious creatures into their homes, especially paranoid wizards and watchful politicians, as it's a known fact that myr are vulnerable to scrying- and it's a distinct possibility that their master is still watching.

Myr are unique among constructs in being easily repairable once slain. Upon reaching 0 health, a construct with the Myr subtype is not destroyed; rather, it turns inactive, and will reactivate upon being returned to positive hit points. However, a myr that reaches -20hp is destroyed as usual. Additionally, the knowledge of how to create myr has been lost or well-hidden, and they lack rules for construction. Fortunately for myr, they are capable of reproducing themselves, although attempts to study how they do so have not succeeded in creating animate constructs.

There are thousands of different kinds of myr, most being only slight modifications on a basic design; what is presented are some common archetypes and a few notable variations.

Mana Myr

(Myr Moonvessel by Danny Orizio)

Among the most common servitor myr, mana myr work on the machinery that makes up the bulk of the Plane of Metal, and these servitors are attuned to one of the eight schools of magic. Of the myr of the plane, it is the mana myr who are most desired, and those who find themselves in possession of multiple, or let them reproduce, sell them for exorbitant prices.

Each school of magic produces a myr of a different color. Even though they are all made of the same substance, the magic forged into their bodies makes them appear as one of a variety of colors; the mana myr of each school of magic is named after a metal or mineral it resembles.

This small humanoid construct has a strange head shaped like a heavy beak. It resonates with magical energy.

Misc- CR1 LN Small Construct (Myr) HD2 Init:+2 Senses: Perception:+3 Stats- Str:8(-1) Dex:15(+2) Con:- Int:4(-3) Wis:14(+2) Cha:14(+2) BAB:+2 Space:2.5ft Reach:0ft Defense- HP:21(2d10+10) AC:13(+1 Size, +2 Dexterity) Fort:- Ref:+4 Will:+2 CMD:13 Special Defenses: Construct traits Offense- Slam +2(1d3-1) CMB:+0 Speed:25ft Special Attacks:  Feats- Lightning Reflexes Skills- Perception +3, Spellcraft +0 Spell-like Abilities-  Share Memory /at-will Make Whole 1/day Special Qualities- Mana Servant, Scrying Focus Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Common (Can’t speak) Organization- Solitary Treasure- None Special Abilities- Mana Servant- A mana myr is designed as a vessel for magic. When created, it is infused with magic from one of the eight schools of magic. When used as a focus to cast a spell of that school, the spell is cast at a +1 caster level and with a +1 DC. A mana myr registers as strong magic of its school when viewed through Detect Magic or similar spells. Scrying Focus- Myr are perfect vessels for scrying on. They get a -5 penalty to saves against spells with the Scrying descriptor, and magical sensors made to scry on a myr and its surroundings get a +5 bonus against rolls to perceive it. Additionally, myr- and any object or creature they are in contact with- are not protected by spells such as Nondetection and Screen.

[aching-tummies]

Stress, Bad food...Semester going out with a bang in my tummy...

It's nearing the end of the academic semester where I am. My 2 workplaces are all jockeying, demanding more of my time…and here I am just trying to find time to finish the semester strong.

What's the point of paying for all of this if I flunk out, right? Unfortunately, I have 3 professors, each with less than 2 years of post-secondary 'instructing' under their belts…and none of them have any clue what is going on. Literally, one of them has a buddy that is a professor in a completely different program--think, my instructor is a philosophy course…their buddy is something in the math field. Unfortunately, my professor decides that 'post-secondary' is all the same, so when they're scrambling for something to grade us with, they literally have just "borrowed" material and assignments from the buddy in another field. This is a philosophy course…and we're being graded on calculus. Not these specific disciplines, but similar situation (some IRL friends know my situation and how I bitch about incompetent professors…so…changing details slightly to avoid the possibility of IRL people likening my complaints and finding this. Also, Tuition's going up by about $200 per course next semester. RIP lunch money, I barely knew you.

On top of all of that, I have also managed to catch the eye of a stalker. I tend to stay late on-campus to get my academic work done because there are too many people in my home to allow me to concentrate. If I go home, I'm helping with dinner prep or expected to pick up after younger members of the household--so I often stay on-campus until long after the sun goes down. At least 3 nights a week, this one guy will follow me on transit and while walking back home. Literally, he waits for a bus going east and mine goes west of campus, and yet every time I get to my stop and see him across the street, he'll eventually cross the road to board my bus--directly behind me. He also gets off at my stop, even when I deliberately get off a few stops before or after my real stop. I've managed to lose him by ducking into one of the nearby establishments on my way home, so I haven't led him to my home (yet?). On more than one occasion, I've had to rely on the help of strangers. e.g. if I know I'm passing a guy that looks trustworthy, or even a beat cop out on patrol. I'll make a show of being uncomfortable, shifting my bag or gripping my keys tightly, Every time, the dude follows me up until I do something to shake him off, or I get authorities involved if we're passing a police officer on patrol. I'll make a show of being wary in front of the cop, or I'll outright tell 'em someone has been following me. So far, that's deterred the stalker from following me all the way home. Stalker literally does a 180 and I've clocked him getting on a different bus after back-tracking the 3-10 blocks they followed me on.

With everything going on, I think it's safe to say that I am stressed? Stress tends to do nasty things to my tummy. It's like my guts are tied in knots and refuse to digest at all.

Stalker started roughly 4 weeks ago (when I started noticing him) and final assignments and exam schedule wasn't released until 2 days ago. Si U was stressing over an assignment that wasn't even announced yet

Today, I stayed so late to finish assignments that the only food option left open when I started to feel hungry was a place specializing in spicy, overly greasy, barely-edible burgers that look like they hit their best before date 10 years ago. I went, got the least offensive-looking thing on the menu, and ate. It's been 9 hours and my stomach is still letting out sickly rumbles. I feel bloated, as though I spent all day cramming sweets and empty calories into my face (I did not). The greasy barely-a-burger has been churning around in my gus all day. My intestines clearly are not accepting it, because I ve spent the last 9 hours feeling like my stomach and my intestines are playing hot-potato with sludge. There's a bloated, queasiness around my diaphragm, and my tummy has been letting out sickly rumbles for hours now. You know those onomatopoeia that are just 'grrr' with the occasional capital letter mixed in? That's my tummy right now. If you were standing on the other side of the room, you'd hear it too. It's a sickly, pathetic little growl with the occasional wet-sounding gurgle shaking things up as my stomach and intestines argue about what direction to send the slop.

Also, I'm not a fan of gas-related stuff. I still am not, but the gas generated by that burger was insane. The last bus failed to show after the late-night burger, so I walked back to where I was staying for the night--about a 50 minute walk. I actually had to stop a couple of times throughout the walk to 'de-gas' myself because my entire digestive tract felt like it was hooked up to a pump--the pressure was intense and it was fighting to get out of me from both ends.

I fell asleep typing this, so I'm just now finishing it up. I got about 5 hours of shut-eye and woke up to a sickly shuddering in my intestines. It's a lot less noisy than it was last night--last night, the sickly growls and whines from my guts were constant--firing off literally with only 3-30 seconds between them. And the sounds got more loud and sickly-sounding every time I put a hand on my belly or gave it a little rub.

I'm pausing occasionally to give it a bit of a rub as I finish writing this. No audible sounds (yet) since waking, but there've been a few sickly twinges from my lower belly. Something is stirring and quaking, and I'm about 98% sure I'm going to have a spontaneous, intense stomach ache when my stomach wakes up more fully and finds the remnants of whatever it struggled with all of last night. The other 2% is wary about the idea of throwing up. The quaking is too low to feel like vomit…but considering how sickly my guts felt all of last night…it wouldn't be surprising if the barely-a-burger gave me food poisoning or whatever and my guts have decided a total clean-out is in order.

I've been stressed for weeks due to this semester and the 3 incompetent professors (we've been notified by administration that the professors are under review, and the gossip mill is strongly leaning toward the idea of these 3 no longer being employed next semester). All this stress and all the extra work I've put in to grasp concepts/material on my own time/research has finally caught up with me, I guess. I've been dealing with low-key stomach upsets all semester…but this one just feels different. More intense, more sickly, more longer-lasting. It's like my guts finally decided to call it quits.

Honestly…I've never considered the idea of going to a masseuse or whatever. I'm kind of touch-adverse? Like…I grew up in a household that was never big on practicing physical affection--hugs and kisses just weren't a thing in my house (family was good, we just did not do that sort of thing). All that being said, I've been watching a few of those belly-massage videos and "asmr" and kind of want to try the experience someday. Considering how sickly my tummy feels right now…how backed-up, clogged up, and sickly it feels from a combination of stress and the grosser kind of fast food…honestly really tempted to find a masseuse to help me manually un-clog my poor, sickly belly. I probably won't do it because I'm still kinda touch-adverse in real life, and it's not like I'd be able to afford such a thing on a student's budget. I know, stranger-danger and such is a thing as well, so I probably wouldn't do it…but those videos of people with this interest meeting up at a hotel or whatever else to indulge…honestly, kind of wishing for such a scenario 'cuz it might mean a low-cost way of getting someone else's hands on my tummy and letting it be their concern for a bit.

So…what would you do? Stress and bad food are wreaking havoc on a poor little tummy. You all know I crave a bit of a sadistic attention. Where would you touch? What kind of pressure? Send me your best responses.