#im exhausted I have no idea if this is coherent at all

[ninyard]

I didn't like when andrew said renee was useful?

Like weren't they friends idk it sounded weird

Okay maybe this is me being the big ol Andrew Minyard apologist that I am but I’m not sure he means that in the way that it seems. Prepare yourself for my silly thoughts:

Andrew and Neil got to this place in their conversation by Neil asking how Andrew can be so disconnected from his teammates. Neil feels he has to let them in, let them be his "friends", let them get to know him. So how has Andrew managed to keep them at such a distance, to avoid letting them in? Because he doesn't want to. Andrew just says they're not interesting enough.

Neil is already wondering what's going on between Andrew and Renee at this point. So he sort of backtracks on himself then - Andrew actually has let people stand in, and Renee is one of them.

And Andrew knows everyone is betting on him and Renee. He’s quick with the, “You expected a different answer?” because I think he knows there’s a high likelihood somebody has told Neil about this bet, and given Neil’s “That’s it?” I think he could also tell that Neil thought that him and Renee could’ve been a thing (or at least that that was the only way he could make sense of their relationship).

Andrew is quick. We know he is. So I think he would've realised exactly what Neil was curious about when he mentioned her name and then said "She's not interesting?" (Which really means “Is she different?” Or “Are you actually more than that and not saying it?”)

Then right after that, there's this -

Andrew thinks it's obvious. Andrew calls him stupid, Andrew mocks him. Andrew knows why he's asking about Renee. He thinks Neil is stupid for not realising why it wont happen. He lets Neil squirm for a bit because Renee is his friend, even if he won't say that, and this just opens up the opportunity for Neil to actually talk to her.

I think he said "She's useful," because he's not going to say "She's just my friend," or "She's like me," or whatever else he could've said. Andrew is not the type of guy to turn around to Neil’s question and say ACTUALLY you are right! My friend Renee IS interesting! I forgot about her!

I think that's literally Andrew's way of saying she is his friend. Also, bearing it in mind that he's still medicated at this point - I don't think he means it in the way of "she's not my friend, she's just useful to me", but instead means it like "she just my friend, nothing more, and she's useful.” I think it’s a meaningless throwaway way to describe her. But even if he did mean it, he doesn’t mean it in a negative way. Not “Yeah. She’s useful I guess. She does things but that’s about it” but “Yeah, Renee is useful. She’s there if I need her” instead.

Does that make sense?

(And also; it’s Andrew we’re talking about. He tells Neil he hates him. I don’t think him saying that about Renee is to be taken too seriously)

But

I do actually think in some ways he means it when he says she’s useful. Renee is useful to Andrew.

She’s the only person on the team who has related to him. She the only person, before Neil, who even had the slightest idea about what Andrew had been through. Renee is useful in the way that she’s someone for him to relate to. He sees himself in her, and her the same. They understand each other. Which is probably likely a first for him. Shes spars with him. She’s his wingwoman. She’s his friend. She cares about him. She talks to him like he’s a human. (She makes him feel like less of a monster) ((not that he cares)) She’s always covered for him in the goals, too, when he’s been too sick to play. I’d say that’s pretty useful.

Idk. I’m pulling things out of nowhere because I’m too tired to think but. Yeah I think Renee is actually useful to Andrew, but I also think Andrew is Andrew and he says things he doesn’t mean, or says things that actually mean something else ALL THE TIME. So i don’t think him saying Renee is “useful” is anything demeaning against her. I think he’s winding Neil up because he knows where his line of questioning is going/coming from.

[badass-sunshine]

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[fuxuannie]

↳  pairing(s) : various hsr men x gender neutral reader

↳  synopsis : you never realized how pretty your boyfriend was when he was covered in your lipstick kisses.

↳  authors note : THAT TIKTOK TREND DRIVES ME MAD MOSTLY BECAUSE IM JEALOUS !!! i will confess to my sins i wish i could do this with someone pls,, also this is a really cute idea 

DAN HENG stands next to you as you do your makeup, staring at your various little brands of makeup that sit on your desk. As you do your eyeliner, he picks up one of your various colors of lipstick and stares at it. “Pretty shade..” He thought, resisting the urge to put some on his own lips as it was yours and really didn’t wanna possibly ruin it (or look like a fool if he did it wrong.)

You notice this, and a small light bulb pops over your head. “Do you wanna try it?” And you smile as he shyly nods, but there’s a quiet confusion when you take it from his hands and began to apply it to your own lips. 

He’s not given a second to process before you begin to kiss his lips, then his cheeks, then his neck and eventually all over his face. You’re giggling to yourself as he stands there and takes it, not complaining but there’s a fluster and red blush all over his cheeks and a tint of it on his ears. 

“It’s a perfect shade!” You exclaim, laughing at how red your boyfriend had gotten after that small interaction. 

“JING YUAAAN.” You call for him, the General walking into your room not long after as he sees you, chair facing the door and sitting in front of your mirror with two different lipstick brands in your hand. “I don’t know which one to use..” You frowned, but all he could focus on was the slight smudge of lipstick at the end of your lips.

He falls to his knees due to his height, and you can’t help but notice how pretty he looks from that angle. His golden eyes looking up at you with utter adoration, as a hand reaches out to the corner of your lips to cleanly clean it off with his thumb. “You’ll look pretty with either one, my dear.” He chuckles.

You have no idea what came over you, but you grab his face and just kiss him. Going from his lips to his cheek and to all over his face until you were decorating his soft skin with your lips. Jing Yuan doesn’t protest, in fact he’s laughing in amusement while you do so.

“Guess it was prettier on me if you were so insistent to kiss me.” He hums, pulling you close.

Your boyfriend was such a pretty sleeper, you loved to lay on top of him as he slept somewhere like the couch and just smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept. One of your favorite activities is softly kissing all over his face. he would always tell you how it brought him peace as he would rest and it was something you were happy to do for him.

One night, after a party, you two were exhausted and wanted to rest. As per usual, the blonde asked if you could kiss him to sleep.

You, completely forgetting you had the smallest bit of lipstick on your lips, was surprised at the lipstick marks all over GEPARD’s face after you sleepily kissed him. “Oops.” You’d softly chuckle, but it didn’t really have you stop. Continuing to use your boyfriend as a canvas for the art of painting his face with your pretty kisses.

This once, BLADE let you use his lap as a seat as you do your make-up. He’s on his phone as you apply your concealer, humming happily as he doesn’t really mind having you sit on him. He just doesn’t usually do it because he’s a busy man, but for once Kafka let him have a free day since she and Silverwolf were on a side mission that didn’t require his assistance.

“Blade?” You catch his attention, having him look up from his phone as you’re wearing a shade of lipstick he was unfamiliar with. “Did you buy a new one?” He asks, and you nod in response. “Mhm.” You answered, but he steals a kiss before you could even form a coherent response after that. “Ah-”

You stare at the small smudge that got on his lips, seeing him chuckle and your heart racing at the sight. “You should kiss me again. You picked a good color.” He says with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by the waist as you were never really one to refuse your boyfriend.

He doesn’t care about the potential embarrassment that could come from going to meet Kafka with all your marks all over him, he simply shrugs off the laughter coming from her as Silverwolf was simply disgusted. 

[justpuppylove]

Doll- stepdad dream smut

Stepdad!dream x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], daddy kink, use of little one and other names, praising, thigh fucking, slight breeding.

A/N: im gonna step away from the Wilbur smut for a sec but I’ll make sure to make my way through those requests soon :3

Your mom introduced your stepdad dream a few months ago and he seemed like a decent enough guy. You were against your mom dating again after your father passed away but you eventually came around to the idea of dream staying with you guys. This isn’t to say you see him as a father figure, he treats you like his child in some ways but there’s just always been something off about you guys having a “father-child relationship”. He’s always been pretty touchy with you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. At first it was playful touching, nothing coherently sexual about it, but then it progressed into you sitting on his lap and him running his hand up your thigh. Of course your mom never knew of any of this and you hoped she never would, you felt so guilty every time it happened but for some reason that made you even more turned on.

You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You ran to your bed and flopped down; utterly exhausted. Exams were getting the best of you but you finally had some time to rest. Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Doll, do you want to watch a movie with me? Your mom is gone for the weekend and I’m bored.” Dream said, dragging out the D in bored. You were so tired but how could you say no to dream?

“Sure I’ll be down in a minute, pick out a movie for us.” You said reluctantly dragging your body off of your bed. You hear him turn away and start walking back downstairs as you head over to your closet. You get out a oversized shirt that dream had gave you as a hand-me-down and you change into it. You wanted to be comfortable so you took off your bra and didn’t put any shorts on so you were just in his shirt and your underwear. When you were done you made your way downstairs to dream cooking popcorn in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and go to sit them onto the living room table. You hear the microwave ding and you walk back into the kitchen to see dream putting the popcorn into a big bowl. You squeeze past dream, grinding against him as you do so, to look for the salt. You hear him let out a groan before walking up behind you, pressing your stomach up to the counter top as you feel his hard dick against your ass. You let out a whimper as he reaches up into the cupboard to grab the salt out.

“Is this what you were looking for darling~?” He asked you, putting the salt infront of your face but keep your bodies in the same position. All you could let out is a little ‘mhm’ as he backs away, walking into the living room. He presses play as you follow him onto the couch as you see him pat his lap, signaling for you to sit on it. You feel your face grow red as you press yourself onto his lap, his dick pressing onto your pussy as you let out a small moan. “What’s wrong baby?” Dream says as he feels his way up your thigh. You respond to him by pressing yourself harder onto his dick, “Is this the problem little one?” He says pressing has fingers onto your clothed pussy. “Awe, you’re soaking wet. Do you need daddy to take care of you?” He asks. You nod, “I need your words sweetheart”. “Yes daddy, please take care of me.” You say highly embarrassed. He giggles into your ear as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, your hand shoots to his and you try to press yourself onto his hand. He slides your underwear down before sliding off his own. His hard dick shoots up as he makes you wrap your thighs around his dick. He starts thigh fucking you while both hands are squeezing your thighs. You hold onto his wrists while he kisses the back of your neck. Your pretty moans and his groans fill the room. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this doll. Ive needed to use your pretty little body so bad.” He says before fucking your thighs faster. His precum and your wetness covering your thighs as his dick slides between your folds and hits your clit in just the right way. “Ah~ gonna cum daddy” you moan, squeezing his wrists. “Cum for me, you’re doing so good” he says as he removes one of his hands from your thigh to circle your clit instead.

He cums all over your thighs as you cum onto his dick. He picks your body up and turns you around to face him. He kisses you as he slides his dick inside of you, making your yelp. “Shh~ its okay, I have you. Daddy has you.” He says as he pulls you closer, slowly pushing his dick in until he bottoms out. He begins fucking into you, making you bounce on him. He lifts your shirt up and watches your tits bounce as you move up and down on him. He smirks at how embarrassed you got at this. “Is my little baby embarrassed? You’re so adorable.” He said before grabbing one of your hands, holding it as he fucks into you harder. Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “Just like that, cum for me baby.” He says before playing with one of your tits. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay? Can you handle that doll?” He asks. He let out a few yes’s before cumming on his dick for the second time. He slams into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your pussy.

He pulls you off of his dick and gets a paper towel to clean you both up with. He puts his clothes back on before sliding your underwear back onto you. He lays on the couch and pulls you in. The credits of the movie roll as you fall asleep.

[aldritch-ao3]

Hello!! We’ve really been enjoying your fic and wanted to ask a few things, and ramble :p

1. Were there any works (be it original fiction or fanfics) that inspired Playback? Because the SI ‘genre’ (don’t have a better word for it haha) is very broad and well tread and we find your exploration of it very interesting.

2. We were actually somewhat wary of the idea of Freeze Frame for half a second but the way you’re able to utilize it in the narrative is very interesting and well thought out, it balances out well with the characters. But to get to the point: How did the balance out the technique with the story so well?

Uhh… now other stuff :3

SI-ya is a very enjoyable character! Don’t know why but we read him as a very flat affected midwestern guy, with the type of accent you’d hear from Michigan/Indiana.

Thank you for sharing your story and stay safe during Milton!

aaah what a sweet ask ! i'll endeavour to answer it all as best as i can, i love answering these sorts of meta questions they're a real treat for me !!! also its late and im up for my unstoppable editing a chapter at 3am grind so this may not be super coherent and its way too long sorryyyy

1. in regards to other fics - i'm admittedly more a 'time travel fix-it' guy than a SI-genre guy! they so rarely ever click with me in a way i enjoy, and im always sad when the SI isnt like, a fleshed out OC with their own history and whatnot. the only one i can think of that i really enjoyed was cleaning crew ! but i found the JJK fandom played around with them in really fun ways to me (even if i haven't had a ton of time to read a lot).

the tag on playback that denotes it came to me in a dream isn't a joke - i stayed up till like 5am reading all of a gentler world in one sitting, and had the most vibrant dream ive had in months, which the base plot of later became playback.

said dream will one day be written out when it isn't a major spoiler. lmao.

but @ the oc-focus bit, it may be more apt to say i draw off of other time-travel media in how the narrative interacts with the character - a study of resonance and a shot in the dark are some different-fandom favourites of mine that probably influenced me in some way shape or form, and pokemon mystery dungeon: explorers of sky shaped my brain in a way i will never recover from.

2. when it comes to balance, a part of it is very centered in like ... approach, for me. SIya is by nature a thoughtful character who approaches things methodically, and while i started with a very faint idea for freeze frame i let the drawbacks of it come to me as i fleshed him out - drawbacks that would be actual drawbacks catered to the character, and ones he may eventually be able to use to his own benefit. he's the type of smart guy who could probably find some use in its increased resistance and lack of air circulation, but he's also the type of guy to be constantly exhausted because he pushes himself to his limits constantly. he feels responsible for the whole world, and i wanted freeze frame as an ability to both enable and worsen that feeling. the character himself is also a counter to it - he's not the sort to use it wildly or irresponsibly in the way others might. its balanced with the story because it IS the story! SIya the oc and SIya the character themes are inseparable from freeze frame and the story is built for that.

3. midwestern SIya is so funny. everyone ive talked to pictures him with an entirely different accent but all agree he sounds super flat and like. average. its hysterical to me. real bland energy that transcends language. average generic guy voice

i'm really glad people enjoy it so much! i really wasnt at all expecting this much feedback and it's super motivating. it's been nice to have something to focus on aside from the upcoming storm ;w; with any luck, everything will be fine and i'll come back swinging with like 8 new chapters

[lyciaho]

leaning in

thinking a lot about the 2-day coaching workshop we attended at work. it was so insightful. the frameworks we were given helped to give shape to what i have experienced as a coach. and i feel like the moment you can name something is the moment you have clarity. though the word 'coach' is in my job title, i have never thought of coaching so conceptually before. the past 2 days were exhausting; i feel like there's just so much to digest and reflect on, so that all that i've learnt can actually make a difference in the work that i do.

what we think of as 'professional' work is actually deeply personal. the entities and organisations we work with are made of people, who come with varied perspectives, identities, experiences and stories. therefore, diversity is an important resource to embrace. the idea sounds simple, but actually, its very profound. to embrace diversity is to recognise our differences as complementary, rather than divisive. in any form of partnership, it is crucial to leverage on our differences. as much as we need to acknowledge each other's strengths, knowing our limitations is equally valuable. you bring to the table what i don't. it is important to acknowledge, in vulnerability, what you do not have, not just to set the parameters of the discussion, but also so that the other party is aware that that is something they might be able to contribute. in other words, admitting our limitations can be empowering. i'm not being very coherent about this. maybe i'll revisit this thought another day.

oftentimes we see human dynamics and relationships as a stumbling block to achieving a particular outcome. for example, we may think that person A's resistance to a particular decision is hindering us from making any sort of progress. i felt challenged to think about personnel as not simply a means to an end, but navigating my relationship with them is precisely the work. what if i spent my energy thinking about the reasons behind person A's resistance, and trying to work with them as an individual, instead of thinking about how i can convince them to make a decision? i suppose the best coaches are not simply achievers of a particular outcome, but champions of people. at the heart of our work, after all, is service and an other-orientation. the success of our work, therefore, should not be measured by the attainment of particular outcomes, but perhaps, the growth and wellbeing of our people.

i can't help but think also that it is so important to be self-aware, and to have a somewhat healthy sense of self, in order to be an effective coach. to be fully other-oriented requires me to forget about myself in a sense, because if something in me is triggered, my attention is given to managing my self and my emotions, rather than the issue at hand. i am only an instrument, and i don't have to take myself too seriously.

something else that was spoken about was the importance of noticing the power (im)balance (real or perceived) in any meeting. power can derail equal partnership. if i notice that power is leaning towards my direction, i need to think about empowering the other. on the other hand, if i feel like the smaller being, then i need to remember what i bring to the table! and power comes from different sources: experience, knowledge, influence... i think a deep sense of personal conviction, if apparent in the work we do and the way we come across, is also a form of power.

other observations, which i will list instead of expounding on, because it's been such a long day:

it is important to hold space for discomfort, and ambiguity (very difficult for me, because i like control, but your personality does not mean your capability, so i will have to try).

safety is experienced, not declared (hence my discomfort at the trite statement which somehow finds its way into most meetings: 'this is a safe space' - what does that even mean?).

more so than a 'safe space', it is a 'brave space' we need to create as coaches - think about the conditions in which courage can emerge. there should be no such thing as taboo.

not all conflict is bad; conflict can be generative and creative.

there is a shadow side to every strength.

knowing ourselves is a lifelong work.

[beef-brisket]

Adam stared at Lucifer. God, he wanted that phone back. He doesn't seem too mad, so that was good.

Lucifer: ...alright

Adam couldn't grab the phone back quick enough.

Adam: m-mama!?

Lucifer stood by while Adam was on the phone. He could hear his mother on the other end, pleading with him to tell her where he was.

Lucifer knew Adam was trying not to cry, he was trying so hard.

Sera: p-please bany- tell me where you are- I'm not mad, I'll never be mad- I miss you, my baby- I need you please! Please tell me- Lucifer! I know you can hear this- give me my baby back! If you want money, I'll give you money! Anything, I'll give you anything, just give my Adam back! Please!

Adam broke down. Lucifer had to turn away, he could barely handle the horrible noises Adam was making as he heard his mother beg him.

Lucifer: hang up Adam.

Adam: m-mama please- no L-Luci- not yet, please-

Lucifer: Adam- please... either make her stop or hang up.

Adam: can I be alone- for a moment?

Lucifer: no- I can't allow that

Adam: luci, please? I won't say anything, I promise- I just... she's my mom, please, please Luci

Lucifer continued to listen to Seras' begging, which was getting more and more desperate. He nodded to Adam and walked inside. He's only spoken to Charlie a couple of times but Adam would always give him space, it was only fair that he does the same.

Adam sighed and continued to talk to Sera when Lucifer was gone.

Adam: mama... I'm... safe... I think, Lucifer can be... weird sometimes-

Sera: weird? What do you mean weird? Did he do something to you!? What did he do, Addie?

Adam: n-nothing ma! I swear- he just... panics sometimes and makes bad decisions

Sera: I'll kill him Adam, I'll kill him if he even touches you!

Adam: I know you will mama. I just... need some time to think.

Sera: about what, baby? You want to come home, right?

Adam felt himself tear up. There was nothing he missed more than home. His mom and sister. His work friends. Everyone. Fuck, he even missed Val. The creep.

Adam: o-of course I do mama. I just... I don't think I can just leave- the babies-

Sera: bring them with you! I'll help you look after them, sweetheart! We don't need Lucifer!

Adam: it's not that, ma.

Sera: then what is it?! Are you there by choice!?

Adam: no- yes- not really-

Sera: fucks sakes Adam! Did you break him out?! Did you... have sex with him whole he was in prison!?

Adam: mama please- please don't do this-

Sera: Answer me Adam. Right now. What did you do? Oh my God... did you kill Lilith?

Adam: mama! No! I had nothing to do with that! Why would you-?!

Sera: what am I ment to think, Adam? You're on the run! With two babies! I can't believe you let him get you pregnant! I can't believe you had sex with a murderer! In prison! What the fuck is wrong with you! Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into!

Adam: i-i know mama- please stop- I can't d-deal with this right now- I-I can't sleep, I can't eat- I can't deal with this mama

Sera: where are you Adam! Tell me right now! You owe me that much! I've been worried sick about you! I had a fucking heart attack Adam! I was looking for you in the fucking woods- I looked everywhere! You nearly killed me! Do you understand that, boy!?

Adam: i-im so sorry mumma, i-i had no idea- im so sorry! I-im in b-brazil mama... I'm in Brazil...

Sera: ...where in Brazil?

Adam: I don't know... about an hour away from some hospital... in the middle of nowhere.

Adam was so tired. So exhausted. He couldn't speak in coherent sentences by the time he hung up with Sera. He had no idea what would happen now. Sera said she'll raise Hell to find him. Shit.

Adam didn't even hear Lucifer come back outside and slowly take his phone out of his hand.

Lucifer: Adam? Are you alright? Did you have a good talk?

Adam: ...she had a heart attack. I nearly killed my mom. It's my fault. All of this... what was I thinking? Doing any of this... getting you out, getting pregnant by you... I... I nearly killed my mom... my poor mama- my sister- they searched for my fucking body! I ruined everything- I just want to go back- I want everything to go back to the way it was! M-my mama-!

Lucifer watched as Adam curled into himself and cried. He sat next to him and rubbed his back. He thought about everything Adam said. He didn't think his mom would get sick. He had no idea how bad it was back home. How badly Adam would take everything.

Alternative Prison Au

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

Adam walked through the doors of the prison in his new guard uniform. He was of course nervous to be working with very violent people, but his mother helped get him the job here.

A woman with short hair greeted him.

Lute: Hello, you must be Adam.

Adam: I am.

Lute: The names Lute Danger. I'll be your commanding officer for the time being. Let me show you around where you'll be working.

She showed him where everything was and where the prisoners are.

Lute: You need to be tough or they will walk all over you. Some will listen, most won't. Don't be afraid to get a little forceful. It's your life or theirs.

As she explained the rules to Adam, one inmate in particular was watching their exchange.

Lucifer internally: Maybe..... Just maybe he could be my ticket out of here.

[toournextadventure]

I LOVE your Wednesday! I was wondering if you can write a Wednesday/gn!Reader where the reader writes to her a love letter and wants to give it to her with a black rose but they see Xavier give to her the cellphone so, thinking they're dating, Reader just throws away the letter and the rose.

Wednesday finds them..

Looky looky here, two fics in one day. This one was fun to write, I loved the idea!

im no poet

You were no writer. No amount of your rambling thoughts could compare to those of Shakespeare, Hemingway, or even Wednesday Addams. All those big emotions came out in actions, not words, and not even your mouth could keep up or properly convey all you wanted to. No, most of those big, bottled up feelings ended up left unspoken.

But for Wednesday, you gave it a try.

It had started with a very heated debate about the phrase “actions speak louder than words.” She, of course, had opted to disagree, claiming her words spoke pretty loud. They sure do, you thought as you shook your head and counter-argued. It was by no means an argument, much more of an actual debate with each side presenting their case.

You lost. Because, as you had previously pointed out, you were not good with your words.

Not a bad thing though, you realised once you sat down to try and write out how you felt. The first few paragraphs were messy; no structure, no reason, barely coherent. You crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the corner of the room, not even attempting to hit the trash can. But you pulled out another piece of paper and started again.

It took half a notebook before you could even start making sense of your words. Even then, it wasn’t what you wanted to say. How could you even start to explain why you were writing such a letter? Should you start it off with “Hello, I think I’m in love with you?” Words wouldn’t work.

Words wouldn’t work.

You put your pen to paper - the third pen you had ruined so far - and started explaining your emotions the only way you knew how: with actions. The feelings she envoked in you couldn’t be put into words, not so simply. No, because she made you want to live, and living was such a beautiful thing. That rare smile of hers made you feel as if you were running through the farm of your childhood. Laughing as you ran up and down the crop rows until your bare feet were dirty and tired and you collapsed in the field with the feeling of utter peace that only a child could experience.

Being with her made you want to do every little thing she had never considered was important to her. It made you want to bring her coffee whenever she was writing, or turning the page of her music as she played. You would connect your headphones whenever she came in because you knew she liked the silence. Or grabbing all the songs she enjoyed and turning them into a personalised record that she could use without having to switch them out all the time.

When it was all said and done, you had exhausted five pens, half a notebook, and came out with three pages of a written confession.

You had asked Miss Thornhill if you could raid the greenhouse. It wasn’t that you were a teacher’s pet, but you knew how to kiss up when needed. She agreed quickly, and all you had to give up were a few Saturdays of your time to help clean up and organise. A fair trade, no consideration needed.

The Black Dahlias weren’t in bloom, so you hoped Wednesday would settle for a black rose. That was still romantic, right? It was black, at least, that had to count for something. A small envelope, a single black rose, your bright shining face. What more could she want?

“I already put my number in it,” Xavier’s voice rang out even though he was talking fairly quietly.

He bought her a phone. The very thing she had adamantly refused to become a slave to. Yet she took it from him anyway. Oh, you thought with a furrow of your brows. Suddenly the items in your hand felt like lead, weighing you down and you almost wished they would drag you under the ground to escape.

It had been a crapshoot to make a move, you knew that anyway, but it still hurt nonetheless. Wednesday gave the equivalent of a smile, and you nodded to yourself in silent acceptance. You wouldn’t ever wish to put her in a position to “choose” between two people. So instead you turned around and started walking off. You only paused at a trash can to drop the rose and letter inside, patting the cold silver can twice before walking away.

You didn’t see Wednesday watch you leave with worry in her eyes.

“Go see,” Xavier said with a gesture of his head.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate to walk over to the trash can and pick up the rose and envelope. The sight of the flower made her heart race; had you gotten that for her? What had possessed you to get her something like that? You knew she was difficult to get along with, why would you go out of your way to get her a rose in her favourite colour?

And the envelope. It had her name on it.

“What’s their number?” Wednesday asked Xavier. He gave her a smile and gestured for her to hand him her phone.

—---

You practically fell onto the bench in the lockerroom of your hometown gym. After getting out of school a few weeks ago, you had thrown yourself into helping out at the gym. The owner was a family friend and he had quickly accepted your offer. It was an added bonus that he gave you full access to the gym, too.

It was almost time to start closing up, but you had managed to get a good workout in once everyone was gone. Hell, you deserved it, the girl you were in love with was very clearly not in love with you. In fact, she was nice and happy, and even though that’s all you wanted, it still hurt. 

You never even told her, your mind thought.

“Oh shut up,” you mumbled as your head fell into your hands.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up to your feet and grabbed your change of clothes from your bag. Maybe you just needed to change and get home so you could wallow in your self-pity and fall asleep with some Kitchen Nightmares on in the background. That would surely keep your mind busy. God, you were pathetic.

You were pulling your clean shirt back over your head when your phone vibrated against the bench. No one should have been texting you this late, everyone you talked to knew you were usually asleep. Besides, why would they be texting you this late? Didn’t they know you were in mourning?

The screen lit up when you held your face over it, still adjusting your clothes to fit properly.

Unknown Number: You forgot this. 1 Attachment.

“Oh fuck.” It was a photo of the rose and envelope with Wednesday’s name on it.

You: I’m sorry. You can toss it I didn’t know about Xavier

Oh god, why was this happening? Why did this have to happen? Getting silently rejected was hard enough, but now there was going to be humiliation too? You lifted your hands to grab the sides of your head as you started pacing, trying to keep yourself grounded. That’s it, you weren’t going back to Nevermore. Nope, you were going to run away, maybe live in the woods and find a Bigfoot family to take care of you.

The phone vibrated again and you rushed over.

Unknown: Did you mean it? What you wrote.

“Fuck!” You shouted. What did you say? There’s no way you could say “Yes, Wednesday, I meant every word of devotion that I wrote on that letter. Tell your boyfriend I said hi.” But if you didn’t let her know now, it was going to eat away at you until the day you died. Fuck fuck fuck!

You grabbed the phone and typed out the one word, but your thumbs stilled over the “send” button while your heart tried to beat out of your chest.

You pressed send.

You: Yes

“Oh shit,” you groaned. Your hands were getting clammy. “Why did I do that.” Oh god. Oh shit. Why wasn’t she answering? There goes any chance of even being friends again. You were going to have to change your name and run away. Surely your family would understand, right? Yeah, they could even help you come up with a new identity.

The vibration against the bench was about to send you into a frenzy.

Unknown: Call me tomorrow night. We can watch the new Scream movie.

You had never typed so fast in your life.

You: Is this a date?

The text couldn’t come quickly enough.

Unknown: Yes. But if you tell anyone, I will remove your tongue.

You stared at your phone in utter disbelief. A date. With Wednesday Addams. A real date with the girl you were highkey in love with. Your letter had worked. It had worked!

You: It’s a date

A smile took over your face as you put your phone back into your bag. You had a date.

“Fuck yes!” You shouted as you threw your fist in the air. You were definitely calling out of work tomorrow.

[baraqi]

haha guess who it is.. yeah it's stuco sunoo anon (again) im back with another sunoo smut because i think about him too much, this isn't proofread so don't come at me if it's bad

"s-sun.. no more.." you muttered into sunoo's neck, your breathing heavy as you held his hand in yours to keep yourself grounded. he pressed a loving kiss to your temple, dismissively saying, "one more, love. you can give me one more, can't you?"

you had forgotten how many times those words had left his mouth already in the past few hours. his fingers hadn't left your swollen folds since you two had gotten home, almost as if he was drunk on you.

and maybe he was drunk, drunk with the way he could spend hours making you unravel and fall apart, drunk from the pretty sounds you would make for him, drunk from the sweet way you'd moan out his name.

you squirmed in his lap as he held you in place, chuckling when you tried to escape his searing touch. the pace of his fingers never slowed down and you couldn't even form coherent sentences at this point. your entire being was overtaken by him, his scent, his everything.

"pretty, so pretty for me" he whispered in your ear before latching his lips onto your neck, leaving love bites that he knew would be visible tomorrow. "too much-! can't-" you said before he shushed you, his pace fastening if that was even possible.

you cried out his name as you came for the nth time, breathing heavily in relief as he finally slipped his fingers out of your abused hole. he spread your folds apart, watching your cum drip out with a glint in his eyes.

the sound of him unzipping his pants shortly after had your breath hitching and it got you even wetter, as embarrassed as you were to admit it, and by the way sunoo chuckled, he had noticed. "you're so cute, wanna ruin you so fucking bad.."

in retrospect, you were already ruined; your thighs were dirtied with your own release, your face tear-striken and you were practically trembling from exhaustion — yet it didn't stop you from wanting more.

you whined when he decided to tease you, running the tip of his cock between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace and pushing the head in only to pull out again. he raised an eyebrow at your sound of protest, almost as if daring you to misbehave.

his expression morphed into a mischievous smile as an idea popped up in his head, "tell me, y/n.. why should i give you my dick? don't you think ive made you cum enough times?" you quickly shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as another chuckle left him.

"what a greedy little thing.. if you want me inside of you, then you'll have to beg." he said in a commanding tone, stroking your cheek with his left hand. you flushed in embarrassment, your pride getting the best of you as you remained silent. "not gonna speak, princess? that's fine, i guess we're done for tonight."

"wait-! no-" you panickedly spoke as he smirked, knowing you would've caved. "please.. need you inside of me, need you to make me feel good the way only you can, need you to cum inside of me and make me yours, please, sunoo."

"you're gonna be the death of me one day," he whined playfully before impatiently shoving his entire length into you in one go, almost making you scream his name as he stretched you out. holding your hips down on his lap to make sure you wouldn't squirm, he thrusted up into you at a brutal, unforgiving pace.

he was practically hitting your cervix, the blissful sensation ridding you of any rational thought he hadn't fucked out of you yet. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax inched closer and you swore that you saw stars when sunoo rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you squirt all over his now-drenched pants.

he thrusted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your orgasm before he came too, filling you up to the brim. he watched as you panted tiredly in his hold, his eyes then lowering to where you two were connected and also where a mixture of his and your cum laid.

you felt empty when he pulled out, pouting at the sensation and making him laugh cutely in the process as if he hadn't just railed you. he laid you down on the bed, getting up to grab a wet cloth and cleaning off your body with it.

after both you and him finished cleaning up, he went to get you a glass of water and a loving smile spread across his features when he came back to your shared bedroom only to find you fast asleep.

i swear HE will be the death of me he’s out to get me

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[windvexer]

Hey Chicken. I've been having lots of new ideas about my path and what i want it to look like which is veryyy cool, i love feeling inspired! But it almost feels like im drowning in ideas and possibilities so i would like to journal and reflect on my priorities and get a pretty good picture of what is it I want. Can you give me some prompts? What can i ask myself that will help me sort of put all these ideas into place and get a coherent picture of my path. Thank youuuu, i hope i was clear in my ask lol

Introspective journaling questions and activities for those who are veryyy inspired but also feeling a little overwhelmed:

Why do you want to practice magic?

What are the top three things that you hope your magical practice will bring you?

What are the limitations of magic?

How does magic work?

Make a pie chart for the following categories: Self-Healing, Manifestation, Spiritual Connection, Other. How much space do you ideally want each slice to take up? How much space do they all take up right now?

How comfortable are you with the concept of gods? What about spirits?

What topics of research or practice are you not going to do right now? Why is that?

If you can only study ONE thing in-depth at a time, and you have to study it for an entire month before moving on, what are the first five things you would study?

Make a list of the major problems and limitations you are feeling in your life right now - including repetitive/chronic daily annoyances that are reducing your quality of life. Just make the list, that's it.

Pretend you're an RPG character and you have 25 points to spend on areas of magical specialization: Defense and Boundaries, Prosperity and Success, Offense and Malefica, Healing and Empowering, Relationships, Communication, Glamours and Illusion. The points are a metaphor for how you would ideally like to invest your time and energy.

How much time would you ideally like to spend researching versus practicing? Judge this in %s, not hours/minutes.

How much time would you like to spend on practical magic, versus spiritual self-development?

How often would you ideally like to work magic. Daily? Weekly? Monthly?

The more often we do magic and divination, the more drained we become. What is your plan for protecting your own energy to ensure you don't become exhausted or burn out?

[lizarddiary]

My quest on finding out if I want to fantasia to a miqo'te or stay as an au'ra is becoming harder by the day. Mainly, because Tahla is now kind of becoming a character in my mind. She would be Nara’s adopted sister.

Nara’s story is not fleshed out enough. It would be easy to give her a sister and make it coherent. Since I'm also planning on giving them clashing personalities, it can also become a very interesting dynamic between them. Tahla’s the strong one, punch first, ask questions later type of person. While Nara is all about diplomacy and trying to diffuse every issue with words and her wits. 

I already have tons of ideas for them! For their childhood, their relationship with their adoptive mother, their reasons to become adventurers… Both would have the echo, and it would make my own story a two-WOLs kind of story. And I really, really like the idea.

But my issue right now is that as I play with Tahla, I realize that I love playing as a miqo’te way more than I ever liked playing as an au’ra. I love their animations, their emotes, the voice options… I can be masc and femme as I please, too. And some glams look amazing on them. 

I know a solution would be having an alt, but I don’t quite like the idea. If anything just because I hate having to play the whole game again. Early ARR is really exhausting and I already had enough playing it once. Having to attune to all the aetherytes again, unlock all the special locations, glams, dyes… If I want to play as a miqo’te, I want to play with my actual character.

And that is an issue, because if I keep going with the idea of the sisters I would also change this account. For it to be not just about Nara, but also Tahla. So I would need to have both characters for Gposes and stuff.

Sorry for all this ramble, I’m terrible at making decisions. Especially if they involve spending money. 

In the meantime, I took some more photos of Tahla to showcase her personality a little bit more!

Full body with some casual clothes (sadly this is not a glam, I had to equip those).

"... and then I told 'im "Fuck ye, ye pice of shite!" " "Tahla... have you been drinking?"

Enjoying the cool and pleasant air of the night.

"Don't get too confident, you scum. I might be short, but I know how land a punch!"

[space-city-traffic]

trying to sort out my many, complicated, painful, love-full feelings that samsketchbook’s art provokes in me….. this is not analysis of their brilliant work but rather of my own brain and personal response to it, so don’t take it very seriously. ramblings under the cut, without much coherence or grammar, meant mostly just for my own satisfaction:

i think part of it is being chronically ill. for no reason, i am here and it hurts and my existence is wrong and not what it should be. i am malformed for this life and my existence hurts and yet…... idk how to put it that doesn’t sound trite but. hm. the little freaks understand my pain and bear it in the extreme. and they exist too. it’s a world in which i don’t feel freakish—i don’t feel i would have to explain myself—i feel just another part of this alternate ecosystem—I feel unremarkable and at home. we are all in pain by merely existing in a way that shouldn’t be, and that’s boilerplate, and we can then move on to consider ideas like comfort and lostness and sensation and creativity and love, and how they operate in such a world as ours

part of it also has to be the ocd. the relentless thoughts that something went wrong with me before i even began, that im something freakish and no one can know, that I shouldn’t exist in this good world with normal people and things. it’s exhausting to combat that by denying it, insisting I am good I am human I am a part of the sunlit world. these little freaks simply say “we are not human either, we too are bulging bags of guts and disgust. and we are.” again it comes to the fact that freakishness is boilerplate, it’s not something that has to be argued about or accepted or explained, it’s a foregone conclusion. the conversation now is about what it’s like. what walking through your pain is like. what finding comfort in the presence of others is like. what birthdays are like. what chewing on something soft is like. it doesn’t try to deny or combat the misshapen freakishness, it just keeps living.

and I think frankly even if the chronic illness and ocd wasn’t there, these sculptures would still hit. because I think Aristotle and all those fuckers weren’t right, man isn’t the paragon of animals, we aren’t fearfully and wonderfully made. we’re all awkward and painful and ill suited to our environments and yet we are. not saints or monsters, just wounded mutated animals living our lives. simple creatures. we know pain and there are also exquisite pleasures for us. neither is good or bad or avoidable or optional. you do not call a worm evil for crawling nor do you call it brave. maybe you do. maybe it’s brave. but it’s simple and it’s alive and there’s a pure kind of goodness in that, not an ethical one but an ontological one. humans are just little animals whose guts are showing. we’re all in pain. we’re all shown kindness. we keep on walkin’. that’s not a commendation to humanity for the valiant act of persisting. it’s an observation of something in our nature, in the nature of everything, that we just do without trying or being able to help it. we keep on walkin’. huh. we sure do. neat.

miscellaneous thoughts: the creatures are always shown kindness. / little softness “still hurts but did not die or kill or die or kill or die”. it’s not a moral figure, it’s not good or bad, it’s just an animal in pain. but it was shown kindness, the hard edges became “bread soft” upon meeting its surface. / creamthing does not tend to dwell upon the bleeding, and it isn’t threatened by it. pain is just a part of its experience. experiences are neutral. / little softness expected to be torn for the greater good and then it wasn’t and it had to figure out what to do with the unexpected pain and the unexpected life and the unexpected neutrality. hits me right in the exvangelical religious trauma. i did not die or kill or die or kill or die. i was not told that this world would hold me bread soft. i was not told that I could be okay. / after all of this, the creatures are still mysterious to me. i still don’t think I’ve fully understood why they trouble and compel me in such complex and deep and primal ways. but I’ve had a few thoughts.

[cr4yolaas]

can i request reader falling out of love w Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli and Childe?

— nothing gold can stay // diluc , kaeya , zhongli , childe

warnings . break ups , semi unhealthy / unstable relationship , falling out of love , heartbreak , trauma implications if u squint

a / n . SHAWTY . . . this took too loNG .im so sorry omg these suck so bad and theyr so awkwardly written but ill explain stuff after SNJDD

# DILUC

you had fallen for his cold and mysterious exterior, his locks crafted of cherry wine seeping with something you longed for.

he was beyond admirable, what with his consistent ( yet energy draining ) work at the winery and occasionally at the tavern, and his duty as mondstadt’s “ darknight hero. “

diluc loved you equally, shown through his kind acts and soft words.

and you, on the other hand, had been obsessed with the idea of being in love. you were just never good at it.

the door creaked open, heavy footsteps padding against the wooden floor, the sound more than recognizable. diluc stepped into the bedroom, greeted by your form as you sat slouched upon the couch. " you’re home, " you spoke in a hushed tone, for if your voice was too loud, you might as well awaken the resting ghosts.

" yes, i am. sorry for making you wait. how have you been? " a soft hum left your lips at the question. the man sat beside you, arm loosely draped over your shoulders as he held you to his chest, the feeling of your head against his skin spawning butterflies in his ribcage. he listened as you ran through the events of the past few days, warm hands carding through his hair.

this scenario felt all too familiar. it was repetitive, almost. diluc would leave for a handful of days, or even weeks, and return home to your embrace.

too familiar.

however, before you could dwell on it any longer, you had dozed off into sleep, lullabies of the disappearing moonlight seeping into your weary limbs.

the morning came sooner than expected. your eyes remained bleary from rest, shoulders drooping down to the mattress as you sat up.

diluc had his arms wrapped around your torso, even as you readjusted yourself to get out of bed, exhaustion scribed onto his face of cotton from nights of fighting.

" stay, " you heard him mumble, the word barely coherent. any other time, you would’ve given in, succumbed to his lovesick desires, but just this once, you chose to leave him.

a groan left his mouth at your movement. his breath reeked, you could smell it even as you stepped further away from the bed.

there was no sense of guilt or regret as you shut the bedroom door behind you, a soft click resonating from the handle. any other time you would’ve stayed with him. this time just wasn’t any other time.

oddly enough, it felt refreshing. the air outside of the bedroom felt light and sweet, a bold contrast to the breeze dripping through the window that was cracked the slightest bit. it was suffocating in there, the remnants of your relationship with diluc scratching away at your patience, eating your tender bones, grabbing onto your throat and shoving you further into the man’s adoration for you.

you were beginning to disappoint yourself. the thoughts that ran through your hands, unfinished mental sentences flashing one by one, they sickened you.

and so, as you sat on the floor in front of the bedroom door, you wept silently.

you didn’t want to come to terms with it.

unfortunately, it finally hit you when you started looking into his eyes more often, searching for a hint of any expression of unwanting, of dispensability. the stars you once saw were gone, the galaxy shredded apart, constellations disbanded. there was no milky way in his gaze, you didn’t see any. you just saw eyes.

your hands trembled as you stood outside the door to his study, the wooden door laughing at your stupid yet pure anxiety. thankfully, you had a sliver of self control, the saline tears welling up in your stomach never falling out.

diluc came out before you could come in. " love, hello, " he greeted, voice disgustingly sweet and dulcet and everything you wanted. but you didn’t want him. not anymore, apparently.

" hey. " you grimaced at the way you shook, voice far from calm and steady. your nervousness was blatant, displayed on every inch of your flesh for the whole world to see — for diluc to see. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your next words as you stood before him, feeling so small under his stare although not malicious. eventually, the syllables came up to your throat, dreadfully so. " i’m leaving for the next few days. i thought i’d let you know. "

" for what? do i need to accompany you? "

your hands immediately waved in front of your face, dismissing his question. " no, not at all. it’s only for a bit. i’ll be fine, it’s not too far. "

diluc, in all his oblivious glory, believed you. and so, he nodded with a hum. he mentioned helping you pack your things right after, to which you quickly declined.

love with the cherry - haired man was sweet. too sweet. overwhelmingly sweet. his fingers dripped with both crimson and with the droplets of the sun, always careful with you, as if you’d break beneath his touch.

you left later that night. the winery slowly became a mere dot behind you, your footsteps leading you on the path towards liyue.

you couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. it was too suffocating. you grew tired of it — and for that, you loathed yourself.

but maybe, it was for the better.

# KAEYA

ever the flirtatious man, you had fallen for his pure charm and allure in both his looks and his words.

with midnight locks that dripped with galaxies and moonlight, he had stolen your heart

and unfortunately, you wanted it back.

a teasing grin rest on his features, features that were so soft yet so tainted by his past, marred by the grasping hands of his sins.

you sat in front of him, the wine glass in your hand losing all weight and at the same time sitting heavily upon your fingers. jumbled words lay entangled in your thoughts, the night seeping into the dark room as you shared this moment with kaeya.

from his lips, chapped and yet oh so soft, emerged a joke — one you’ve probably heard many times before. the syllables were garbled, static, white noise in your blemished ears. the old ghouls crawled on your shoulders, hissing into your head, replacing kaeya’s toneless melodies with your pretty little melancholic requiems.

" y/n, " his change in volume, somehow, shook you from your trance. there was that hint of pity and concern, one that always seemed to be there recently.

a small breath left your mouth in response. you noticed the way his eyebrow furrowed at this, the plastic grin written onto his skin sinking into a frown. " let’s go to sleep. you look out of it. "

mindlessly, you obliged, the glass nearly slipping out of your hold as you lifted yourself up from the chair.

escapism lied in kaeya’s affection.

what was real felt unreal, the unreal feeling real. it was at this point that you had absolutely lost it, buried yourself in your pitiful hole of sorrow. you had built castles in the clouds with soft smiles and echoing laughter, only for the foundation to crumble at your feet.

and you did nothing about it.

instead, you found otherworldly comfort in kaeya’s arms, your flesh lined by his as you chose to cast away the black sludge of misery that lay atop your weathered spine.

kaeya gave you a form of escapism, and you took it without second thought.

he, on the other hand, bore the weight of his sins and his past. all he had to do was coat it in sugar, sprinkle on some glitter to cure it all. teasing remarks and taunting smirks encased the bile in his throat.

of course, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it down like this for long — and so, he turned to you.

you, in all your porcelain and glassy glory, were his form of comfort, of fantasy. he had built his sanity on your skin, on your touch, on your presence.

he loved you for that.

you returned the golden drops of sunlight and humorous words he hid behind, sharing them just as he had. a perfect match, he had told himself, with a hopeful grin that was genuine and real, contrast to those playful smirks he would send to the people on the streets.

only now did he begin to lose that hope. his jokes and remarks melted into plastic, smiles practiced and molded into shape with his marred hands.

perhaps you’d understand.

you sat next to kaeya, trying desperately to listen closely as he spoke to his brother. the tavern reeked of alcohol, cheers of drunken men and women erupting and dancing amongst the walls. a small hole of pity lay in your stomach for diluc.

the drink before you was half empty, the color swirling about. dandelion fingers held onto the handle of the glass, however, there was no movement to drink any of the liquids within, dull eyes opting to stare at the wine instead.

a laugh erupted from the blueberry - haired man beside you, that all too familiar grin painted onto his sunkissed face as sweet rotting heaven slipped between the cracks in his teeth. you could tell he was at that light and airy state, his heavy bones slouching against the wooden stool as he rambled on about some encounter he had earlier today, his words slurred and the syllables lacking all sense of soberness.

how you wished to laugh along with him, to smile at his jokes, to sink into him as his tone slowly dissipated with every shot of alcohol.

but alas, your throat was dry, weeds scratching against your flesh, prohibiting you from doing what you once did with such ease. not even the wine could fix it.

diluc, of course, noticed the blank expression. his hand tapped on the bar counter in front of you to grab your attention. " are you alright? " he questions, genuine concern in his voice. " you should head home now. this fool is too drunk to head back later in the night. "

a small hum barely escaped from your throat, your arms circling around kaeya’s blackened shoulders. his limbs lay heavy in your hold, his feet dragging along the cobblestone as you dragged him home. more incoherent sentences left his lips, the sound slowly becoming unbearable.

you dropped kaeya on the bed, his body splayed across the mattress, taking up any space on the bed you might’ve had. and for some odd reason, it comforted you. the idea of having to leave the room and sleep on the couch instead sounded much better than struggling to lay on whatever small spot of the bed.

why?

you didn’t want to dwell on it. you’d much rather move on, cast it aside and find comfort in kaeya’s loose holds and butterfly kisses and drunken giggles.

you didn’t want to leave the one body that held escapism for you. but you had already fallen out, and you weren't sure on how to get back in.

# ZHONGLI

his wide knowledge of history was fascinating, something worth obsessing over

zhongli always had something about liyue’s history to share with you, almost as if it were his entire personality

you were beyond enamored.

he was always a simple man, even with his broad knowledge — that was what you had fallen for

just how long til you’d get sick of it ?

sunlit dust filtered through the window curtains, the sky just starting to light up. blended tones of moss and obsidian and barely blooming marigolds painted the horizon.

a sea of charcoal rest beside your thighs. zhongli was bound to wake up anytime soon, saying that he preferred getting up early so he’d have more time to do his work. it was because of this that you had begun waking up before him, most often at five a.m., just to greet him as he awoke. it was a habit you weren’t sure you’d grow out of.

eventually, the man beside you stirred awake, eyelids crafted of porcelain stars flitting open. “ good morning, dearest, “ he spoke in a low tone, voice somewhat raspy.

" morning. "

this was a routine — you wake up, he wakes up, he greets you, you greet him, breakfast. a routine that had become so engraved into your head, from the moment you fell into a relationship with him up to now.

routines just so happened to be favored by zhongli. simplicity was something he craved. you’d always admired him for that.

you admired him for many things.

til, soon, those very traits you had fallen for became the very things you held distate towards.

the thought made you ache.

yet another thing to ponder on for the rest of the day — or perhaps, the rest of eternity. however, as you sat beside his awakening form, beautiful and carved from the hands of the heavens, you wouldn’t think of it for now.

zhongli was quite attentive.

how sad that it would turn against you soon.

there was no way he could not notice the way your face would dull, no longer lit up by the angels’ fingertips, but instead replaced with the shadows the light created. he couldn’t have not seen how you’d lost interest in his historical ramblings, words carefully thought, yet falling upon deaf ears.

the thought of you leaving him made him crumble. fortunately, this was something he was able to conceal. letting you know sounded far worse.

letting you know meant you would let go sooner.

it made him chuckle, the genuine desperation he had to hold onto every inch of you. you stood atop the rail of a balcony, out of reach, as his hands struggled to grasp onto any piece of you. the more he reached, the more he risked falling over the edge.

it was a risk he was willing to take.

you didn’t know when it happened. you didn’t want to know. instead, you chose to ignore it, disregard it for forever, because you too didn’t want to let go. you were attached, holding onto the idea of having someone there for comfort, to fill that empty space in your small home, to find solace in someone else’s body heat. it was a concept that you found so painstakingly addicting.

perhaps it was when his words blurred into white noise, the sentences becoming an empty marsh in your head. those touches you once craved felt sharp against your skin, unfamiliar, uncomforting. maybe it was then that you had fallen out of the pit of love. you just didn’t want to admit it.

it left a disgusting pit in your stomach, angst churning in your lungs as you thought it over. shadows of your own regret gripped onto your flesh, ripping away at every piece of sanity you had left.

you simply didn’t want to let go. however, forever doesn’t last long. forever isn’t really forever, and no matter how much the word " eternity " fell from your lips it never meant anything.

in the end, you left.

you escaped the hands that gnawed away at you, turning away and never coming back.

zhongli didn’t know. but when he woke up to the cold spot on the bed, the house barren and dripping with sorrow, he finally realized.

you had left before he could hold onto you.

# CHILDE

you had always adored his energy, admiring the excitement that constantly spilled from the cracks between his teeth

grin plastered across his pale features, the sunlight dripping off of his shoulders as he spoke breathlessly — that was what you fell in love with.

childe promised to protect you always

perhaps it went too far, became too overwhelming

you wanted it no longer

weathered bones lay sprawled on the cold floor, the ginger’s form looming over yours. his hands were placed firmly on the sides of your head, as he spoke through ragged breaths, " good job. " a cracked hum just barely escaped from your lips, followed by a groan as you slithered out from beneath him. he sat hunched over, head hung low as he chugged his water.

galaxies stained your skin whilst crimson kissed your flesh. the sensation was not one formed by malice, no, but instead by protective affection.

the ginger crawled over to the spot beside you. heavy arms sneaked around your torso, his touch feeling comfortably uncomfortable, the contact eliciting no expression out of you whatsoever.

when had his presence become so unfamiliar?

the sunset bathed your bare flesh through the glass of the window, an experience you had long missed. your body was still moist from your shower who lasted who knows how long. your gaze drifted down to the scars drawn across your limbs, faint red lines staring right back. you held no hatred for them, not at all, however, that didn’t erase the ache they left.

your spine collapsed against the floorboards of your bedroom, a thump bouncing off the walls.

childe was probably standing in the middle of the golden house, waiting for your arrival — which should have been over 15 minutes ago. but alas, you found comfort in the way the sun caressed your form, indulging in the touch of the sky.

maybe, just this once, you’d spoil yourself.

a day of rest turned into three, three days into weeks. the idea of showing up to any sparring practice with childe had been washed away by your sea of euphoria, euphoria that stemmed from the feeling of finally being relaxed.

of course you still loved him.

didn’t you?

the soft smile that pulled at your lips thinned into a line at the thought. you swore to love him forever, after all.

when you heard the gentle knocks at your door, you grimaced, painfully so. despite the sour feeling gnawing at your ribcage, the hands of the ghouls that occupied your home scratching away at your hesitant form, you opened the door.

the man greeted you with a nervous smile, no sign of joy swimming in his eyes, the glimmer he once wore lost in clouds of melancholy.

" hi, " you uttered out, the word burning on your tongue as you stared at the floor.

" are you alright? " he questioned, genuine concern laced in the syllables, and yet, you couldn’t help but ridicule him mentally for being so foolish.

silence followed.

your lips hung open, the same sentence that rung in your head threatening to spill from your teeth. childe merely stared, almost as if he were begging for you to speak, to say something that would relieve his worries the slightest bit. or rather, worsen them.

his name was the first thing to fall from your mouth, the sound garbled and painstakingly unfamiliar. " i think we should stop seeing each other. "

there was no regret behind your tone — there never would be.

notes . omg ok so i should probably explain this bc its such a mess

rdr falls out of love with diluc bc they were only in love w the idea of him and his yk like darknight hero persona .

rdr falls out of love with kaeya bc ( buckle up ) of how suffocating it was to keep lying . they both used their wine and laughter and jokes as a form of coping with trauma nd because of this they thot they were the right ppl for each other without realizing they were lying to each other . rdr's like past and stuff catches up to them and theyre so drained and exhausted of all the giggles .

rdr falls out of love with zhongli bc he's simply too simple , too routine . he rambled on for moments on end about who knows what anymore , and honestly id have too small of an attention span myself to keep up with him lol .

rdr falls out of love with childe bc of his protectiveness / brashness (?) . he's too hyper and too focused on these little training sessions with you . its exhausting and you're not for it anymore .

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[kamyru]

Headcanons for IM characters, Toma, Yukihisa, Jun and Go when their fem s!o asks them if she can carry them bridal style? Thank you!

Hi, @joyfulenthusiastwitch, thank you for your request. I'm sorry for taking so long for answering your request. Though, after answering an angst request for Irresistible Mistakes, I thought it would be a good idea to have something cute and funny next. I hope you'll like my headcanons. Enjoy! ❤️

MC carrying Irresistible Mistakes guys bridal style (Toma Kiriya, Yukihisa Maki, Jun Araki, Go Okubo) (Headcanons)

Toma Kiriya

Toma had to work a lot to build his confidence. Though, one thing he was always confident in was his physics.

MC was glad about it. Who wouldn't be? Toma had a godly body hidden underneath layers of clothes.

Though, sometimes she wanted to slap him.

"How were you living alone? You struggle with things as simple as opening jars," Toma teased his girlfriend.

What he didn't know was the number of lids she ruined because she used a knife to open them.

But what Toma wouldn't ever know was the real reason MC asked him to do this.

Of course, it was sometimes hard for her to do it. But the real reason she used her boyfriend was that she liked to see how his muscles flexed when he opened the jars.

Though, enough was enough.

"It's dangerous to underestimate the strength of the person you are living with," MC teased him back.

"I bet you struggle to lift Takuro."

MC let out a breath and walked to him, asking him to relax.

"I won't let you tickle me," Toma said while getting defensive.

"I won't tickle you. I promise."

Toma trusted MC. But every trustful relationship is in danger when the tickle enters the game.

Unexpectedly, Toma didn't start to laugh and lose control over his body.

Instead, he felt how he got lifted from where he stayed and moved to their shared bed.

His heart skipped a bit. Now he could understand why girls always liked to be carried bridal style.

"Say it again, that I'm not strong enough," MC laughed and dropped Toma on the bed.

Knowing how good it felt to be carried, Toma promised himself that he would do it more often for MC. At the same time, he wished she would carry him too.

Maybe teasing her from time to time that she couldn't open the jars would be a good solution.

Yukihisa Maki

"Do you prefer piggybacks or being carried bridal style?" Yuki asked MC, who nodded off in the middle of their home movie date.

"Bridal style," she answered under her breath.

Yuki could understand by his girlfriend's voice that she was sleepy. Though, he liked to tease her.

"Why?"

It took MC some time to gather all her energy and search for an answer. Though, her mind was too exhausted to form anything coherent.

"Have you ever been piggybacked?" she asked, with more energy than Yuki had expected.

"Yes. But no one carried me bridal style."

A mischievous smirk appeared on MC's face.

"I'm too heavy, and you're too exhausted," the man said before MC could suggest her idea.

"I'm mentally exhausted, not physically."

Before Yuki could start his lessons about how the brain needed more energy than muscles, MC was already up and with her hands under him.

Yuki knew better than try to stop her.

Instead, he put his hands around MC's neck and his head on her shoulder.

She couldn't carry him more than a few meters.

Though, it was enough for the doctor to understand the feeling it gave.

Before MC could say something, he took her in her hands and carried her to put her to sleep.

"I have to take better care of my princess, you know," Yuki said while kissing her eyelids.

Jun Araki

"You better give more time to exercise. Work can wait," Jun told MC, who was working overtime for the third week consecutively.

"Pot, meet kettle," was everything MC said, without even turning to her boyfriend.

She didn't observe that they were the only ones in the office. Like she didn't observe that Jun had stayed there for more than ten minutes already.

"At least I go to the gym every Thursday. You have to take care of yourself. How will you work if your hands give up on you?"

MC turned towards her boyfriend and looked at the others, who were missing.

A smirk appeared on her face, and she approached the CEO.

MC didn't give him a second to understand what was happening and lifted him from the ground, carrying him to the nearest chair to hers.

"What were you saying about my weak arms?" she told him after she put him down.

Jun didn't have enough time to comprehend what was happening.

He couldn't remember when was the last time someone had carried him in their arms like this.

Even if MC did it out of playfulness, it gave him a feeling of love and care.

"You don't lift someone on your arms' muscles alone," was everything he could mutter.

Exasperated, MC shut down her computer and placed a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

"Okay. I'll try to take better care of me, but only if you do the same."

Jun grinned and took MC in his hands. Though, this time the person was carried for longer. More precisely, Jun sat MC down only when he reached his car.

Go Okubo

It wasn't rare for Go to come home with the first rays of sunshine.

A lot of his concerts started in the evening and ended nearly morning.

Though, it didn't mean that he would ever get used to the tiredness he felt after every one of them. Performing for hours and interacting with fans wasn't as easy as others thought.

MC knew this.

That was why she tried to ease his pain after every long concert.

When Go finally opened the door, all he could do was to plop himself down on the chair by the entrance.

It took him entire minutes to gather enough energy to take off one of his boots.

MC's heart clenched when she saw her husband like this. So, she decided to give him a hand.

After she helped him take off his clothes, she told him to hold her tight.

Go's face fell on MC's chest as she lifted him and carried him to their bed.

It took him seconds till he fell asleep.

When he finally woke up, Go understood that he didn't remember how he had reached the bed.

Pocking his wife's cheek, he woke her up too.

"MC, MC. I am in our bed, but I don't remember how I got in here. I was too exhausted yesterday."

MC tried to open her eyelids, but understanding that it wasn't anything important, she chose to answer still in her sleepy state.

"I carried you."

It took Go some time till he understood what had happened.

The safe feeling that carrying induced unlocked his memories.

With a soft smile, he kissed and thanked his wife for being such a strong and wonderful woman.