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[balkanradfem]

As far as the lamp goes, I don't really know how old is is timewise but from an electronics perspective, if you have any kind of adapter that has a built-in transformer that might help.

With old electronics it's sometimes the case that they end up drawing a lot more power with aging to some components.

But also (idk where you're from, I'm assuming Balkan states?) but grounding was only a common practice from the 40s onwards and I'm pretty sure like generations ago they also had a lower output voltage in homes (don't have a source on that tbh) but it could be that. I'm tempted to say your lightbulb is getting that hot that fast because it shouldn't be taking in the 220V or so (not sure of the specifics where you are in terms of household electricity) and its overheating, but I do think the laptop thing is probably to do with it acting incorrectly due to a mismatch of wiring systems. I'd suggest trying to get an adapter/extension that has a fuse/small breaker just in case

Thank you for this information! I really appreciate getting this knowledge from a source smarter than me!

Yes I am from the Balkans :D

Now, I do not have any electrical knowledge, so when you say 'transformer', I don't know how thats supposed to look, but I'm not eager to go and buy extensions for this, it will be used mostly one hour a day, and, I figured out a trick:

If I plug in my laptop first, and it starts drawing electricity first, and only then I plug in this lamp, then it's working okay. So, theoretically, I could just plug up my laptop, then put my phone to charge, then plug in the lamp, and it would take less electricity (I hope thats how it works at least).

I got this lamp because it was used and super cheap so I'm not planning to buy extra things xD it's okay if it's hot, I think bulbs in general were very hot until recently we started using ones that don't produce heat, this one is just a little.. extra hot.

[eveningepiphany]

welcome to the final show | H.S, part 2

the girlies asked so I deliver!

read part one here, or check out my masterlist!

summary: after the accidental cafe run in, harry and y/n have wound up with each others numbers. and are quick to go from casual texting to organising another time to meet up. including a cafe trip and an unexpected ice creamery visit.

warnings: fluff, swearing, minor mentions of alcohol, nothing too heavy, just our lovely italyrry who is the sweetest ever.

a/n: thank you all so so much for the incredible amount of support on the first part of this official series. and also for your patience in waiting for me to hurry up and post an update. i know it’s been like 2 weeks since the first part, but I really wanted to give you something i took my time working on <3

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There’s a certain type of disbelief that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s the kind that you feel straight to your core. That randomly dumps on you during the day like a bucket of water, and leaves your head spinning like that very bucket came crashing down with it.

It happens in a single moment, but lingers for a long time after the fact.

That’s exactly how you felt after harry texted you first. Because not even a few hours later after you’d exchanged numbers, he sent you through, not only a message, but a photo of all things.

One that made your heart swell with its endearing qualities.

A photo of a plate, filled with the food you’d told him earlier that day was one of your favourites.

Sent with a further little message below it,

Your favourite is currently up for grabs at the family gathering. H

The way he’d signed his intial off at the bottom had you nearly throw your phone across the room at how adorable it was.

Like as if you didn’t even know who you were texting.

Again it strewn your thought— is he aware the kind of mental effect this is having on you? Because you’re borderline going to need to phone for an ambulance.

You’re a simple person. A fangirl, to say the least. This shit, despite being able to say ‘I’ve met and talked with Harry Styles for more than 10 minutes’ does not just disappear.

And you had promised yourself not to tell anyone that this had happened— or was happening? Because there would be nothing worse than this somehow ending up online.

And not to treat him like a flighty deer instead of a grown man, but you would hate for that to place a kind of distrust in his hands.

However, all of that self-agreement doesn’t take away the nagging voice in your head that just wants to tell at the very least your immediate friends and family.

But you’re proud to say— after a long 2 minutes of pacing around your hotel room— you manage to craft a reply back.

Well, only after a few rough and undeniably embarrassing drafts that quickly get deleted out of the text bar.

You’re back to sitting on the floor against the bed frame, facing the window looking out on the gorgeous colours of the evening Italian sky.

Heart pounding, and you’re sure this scene from a third person perspective would look like it was pulled from a hallmark movie.

Girl fawning over man’s simple text. Kicking her feet in the glow of Italian sun, with a glass of wine on the floor next to her.

You stared at your finalised message and decided if you didn’t send it now, you would spiral into a never ending pit of doubt. And just end up overthinking the whole thing.

So you just did it. And now on the screen, under his blue message, was your own grey one.

there’s no way. it looks so good! im gonna see if it’s on my room service menu tbh. consider me inspired.

You bit your knuckles. Acting up like a fucking teenager. Waiting for the shock to subside before you actually get up to find the hotel menu.

After you replied back, you were sweating, honestly. Anxious at the fact you had just sent a text to Harry Styles. And unlike a conversation, that shit is permanent. So too bad if it comes off embarrassing.

Which of course, it didn’t on his end. Unbeknownst to you, he almost physically gleamed at sight of your name on his screen for the first time.

You’d nearly dropped your glass of wine when your phone vibrated up on the counter of the hotels kitchen where it was charging.

It’d been about half an hour from when you replied, you’d since ordered room service and sat in your bed to watch tv.

You made sure to place your glass elsewhere as you ran over to grab your phone.

If it wasn’t already all gone I’d save you some. Any luck with the room service?

You’d replied back swiftly, disregarding any kind of waiting to text back rule. You were all too eager to wait.

i managed to score some up from the room service. didn’t look as appetising as yours, but it was still enjoyed. x

And at this, he smiled, looking at the Italian sunset as he thought of you with a curiosity he recognised as all too unhealthy.

———

If you had told yourself two days ago in that cafe, that you have had several full conversations with harry after getting his number… you probably would have laughed.

Yet its not a joke of any kind. You can pinch yourself over and over again looking at those texts, but all you’ll end up with is a bruise and they will be just as real.

But as you read over the most recently received one, pinching would have not been enough of a reality check.

Maybe a frying pan? Probably would do the trick.

You scanned over his words, rubbing your eyes like you were tired and seeing shit— even though you’d been awake since 9am, which was 2 hours ago.

Unless you have plans, I’m going to try this cafe a friend recommended me a while back, if you wanted to tag along?

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And there’s simply no way that this is happening? But after 30 seconds without a follow up text telling you he’s accidentally sent this to the wrong person, you sit up straight.

Well, you’re not about to ask him if he’s serious right now, so you channel every fibre of casualness left within you and use it to construct a response.

id love to! I’ll get ready to go soon if you want to meet there before 12:30?

That works perfectly. did you need a lift, or are you in walking distance. I can pick you up if you need.

You almost keel over at his offer, and the absolute gentleman move he just made.

You also realise you didn’t even look where the cafe was. Because if Harry Styles asks you to go somewhere with him the answer should always be yes. Figure out the means of getting there and back later.

Either way you open the link and get taken to google maps, and the cafe in question is literally a 10 minute walk away from you.

im in walking distance, it’s about 10 minutes away. so I’ll just make my way there at about 12:15! thank you for the lovely offer though.

And you move as quickly as possible from your bed to your suitcase, ready to tear that thing apart for an outfit.

You don’t want to be over the top, but you have to go with something on the shorter side because it’s already in the high 20’s and it’s not even afternoon yet. So you lug out the many summer dresses you crammed in there, hoping that one of them will strike your interest.

Some get tossed back into your bag as you filter through them, not making the cut for a variety of reasons— like showing too much of your cleavage.

Yea, a good few of them get ruled out for that reason.

But eventually— and thank god, because you were starting to loose hope— you find one that is perfect for the occasion. It’s all types of flowy and comfortable, but still maintains the pretty connotation that summer dresses are known for.

Before putting it on, you go into the bathroom and do your morning routine— fixing your hair as a final step, but deciding to leave it out since there is hardly any wind outside to make it a mess. Plus it will suit the dress.

You somehow managed to take long enough that the next time you look at your phone you realise it’s nearing 12:15pm a lot faster than you expected. So you hustle to get the rest of your shit together, and make your way out the door.

The walk there is as peaceful as you could imagine, just the sounds of chatter from passer-by’s and birds lingering in trees dotting the sidewalk.

But on the inside you are still panicking. The last time you’d meet him in a cafe was a total surprise. This time it’s planned, and that leaves too much room for your brain to overthink it.

As you finally push through the doors of the cafe you had found your way to, a tiny bell above jingles. But you’re hardly focused on it as you look to the front counter.

Seeing the exact person you were here for already grabbing two drinks from a barista at what you can only assume is a pickup counter.

As he spins around, he catches your momentary surprise, complimented by flushed cheeks. To this he smiles and nods you over with his head.

He looked excited to see you. Like a longtime pair of friends meeting up again after a while apart.

Your feet kick back into gear at his nod, following him over to a table that’s tucked into the corner. He had his pleasing bag slung across the top of the chair.

“Hi lovely,” he says the minute you’re close enough to hear his deep voice.

“Hi Harry.” You smile, heart still beating too fast. The words feeling different as they get spoken from your mouth.

He walks the few steps around the table, closing the gap still between you— and he doesn’t wait for you to hug him, he just pulls you straight into the warmth of his arms.

Wrapping you up in a way that you can smell the cologne lingering on the dip of his neck into his shoulder.

His accent is muffled by your hair as he talks gently, “how’ve you been?”

The common question has your head reeling. In its simplicity is still sweetness.

You pull back, his eyes training on yours, looking keenly at you, awaiting an answer from your almost shy lips.

“I— yes, I’ve been really good thank you.” You nod, how could you not be? Look where your standing, who you’re standing with.

“What about you…?” You ask, watching as the corners of his pink mouth upturn.

He’s freshly shaven, you notice, and your fingers twitch with the need to glide over the smooth skin of his cheek.

You resist as he answers, still relatively closer than you should be out in a public place.

“I’m doing well, even better now.” He raises his eyebrows, a cheeky grin coming on his face.

He revels in blood that rushes into your cheeks, reddening them up like you’ve just run a mile.

“Oh, stop it. You’re a bloody flirt.” You roll your eyes in an attempt to play it off, and you also take a step back to seat yourself in the chair at the table he’d picked.

Maybe he was a flirt at most times. But from his perspective, with you in a dress like that? Not to sound like he’s drawing on the one direction lyrics, but as if you don’t know you’re beautiful.

I mean, sure, he thinks you’re aware that you’re pretty. But in the way it’s working him up, you seem to be clueless.

Because he’s almost stumbling on his words at the sight of you, soft fabric flowing seamlessly over your tan skin, cutting off above your knees leaving him with thoughts that he should not be having in a public space.

But at the same time, he tries to convince himself it’s nothing but a wholesome coincidental friendship. Even though if at any point tabloids get a hold of this, it will be very very far from that.

You’re watching as he looks a little caught up in thought, and you chuckle at it.

The sweet noise breaks him out of it, and he’s grateful for that. It was a rabbit hole he was happy to just not go down right now.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs, going over to his own seat.

“Now, i need the full story of what happened with your friends luggage at the Singapore airport?”

You let out a laugh, a little surprised he even remembers to bring it up. You had been texting about travel, and told him the time your friend had her luggage lost in a layover between Singapore and London last month.

“I mean, where did it leave it off?” You had explained a partial amount of the story. But told him, if you’d planned another cafe trip it would be a lot easier to explain the ins and outs.

And he was overly excited to watch you tell the tale. Watch the way your hands moved as you animatedly told the story, and the way your eyes get a little lost in thought.

He caught tiny glimpses of it the first time you’d met, but he craved to watch it happen in full. Among other things.

You told him how you’d had 12 hour layover, but that you guys didn’t want to book a hotel since they were so expensive. But you were still meant to collect your luggage— and everyone else but your friend Bonnie got it back.

“She’s Scottish, crazy red hair and she is like a fire cracker. She was actually at the last show, in the front with us, but anyway— so she’s running around Singapore airport accosting all the staff with her stressed out and angry Scottish accent.”

You went back and forth with the many fuck arounds of that day, how you went from halfway across the airport to a misplaced baggage unit per a staffs advice, only for the lady at the front desk to say it wasn’t there— and to go back to the support centre.

“It was not funny at the time,” you said, “but fuck, looking back now it’s pretty good. And it makes a fun story to tell.”

“So where did she actually get her stuff back?” He asks, frowning with a curious smile.

“Oh, like 6 hours after we originally got off the plan. They’d told us to wait up at that little customer support place and after like another hour and a half, some really frazzled guy came running up with it.”

And you laughed at the image in your head, sweaty and looked terrified he’d gotten the wrong bag, “We asked where it had gotten lost, but he just asked if it was certainly ours, then when we said yes he nodded and practically ran the other way.”

Harry was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

“God, is that quite a story.”

“See why I said texting it would have been way too hard.” You amend, reaching for the deserted cup of tea you hadn’t even drank out of yet, taking a sip.

Exactly how you like it, and you smile. Watching him watch you drink it.

“Just how you like it, yea?” He asks to confirm. But also lost a little in the way the liquid seamlessly travels from the cup down your throat.

“Yea, perfect.” You nod, clutching the warm cup between your hands, tongue swiping out over your lips.

“Anyways, what about your own crazy travel stories. Since you’ve done plenty of it.” You prompt, unaware of his remaining gaze.

The afternoon went of just like that. Telling stories and sharing funny little anecdotes that had you laughing so hard that tears were about to spill from your waterline.

You slowly forget that it’s Harry Styles you’re sitting with. And of course that sounds weird. But it’s like there came a certain point in the afternoon where he just became simply Harry.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It had been a rather long time you sat in that same cafe with him. So much that the chairs, originally very comfortable, had started to become the opposite as time flew on.

“Are these chairs starting to hurt your ass too?” He asks, humour lacing his tone as he watches you adjust yourself in the chair for the third time in the last 10 minutes.

“Yea, the metal seats are lowkey not it.” At this he laughs, the way you word things somehow being more entertaining than most.

“Well, cmon, I already paid, we can go for a walk if you want?” He rises from his place, and you’ve never stood up quicker.

“Braving the Italian sun at its very brightest are we?” You joke, smiling as he grabs his bag and slings it over one of his broad shoulders.

“Could be a big regret, could also be very scenic.” He says as you grab both your empty cups.

“I forgot to put sunscreen on as well, so might have a different colour forehead to the rest of my body but… oh well.” he shurgs, following you over to the small bin by the cafe door.

You’re immediately thinking of the time he went to a show after going out golfing and he had a sunburnt head.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” And it takes you by surprise that the teasing words made it out of your mouth.

Yet, he seems happily indifferent to it, like it’s of course something you’d know, “Whatever you.”

Your laughing at his response as you hold the door open for him, exiting the cafe into the heat.

A tortured sigh is let out of you both at the swelter of it. The concrete pavement doing nothing but intensify it.

“I underestimate the weather every day here, I’m wearing too many layers of clothing to be dealing with this.”

“Take your hoodie off you dolt.”

He usually keeps layers on so that his tattoos are less visible. Since they’re often a dead giveaway of who he is. So his hands hesitates as they slip to the hem of his jumper.

“Don’t tell me you went out with just a jumper on, no other layers. In Italy?” You shake your head, still smiling as you slowly walk into the shaded part of the sidewalk.

“No— I did.” He laughs, “just m’tattoos usually garner some attention.”

He clarifies, “that sounded really egotistical, not the tattoos themselves, I meant people recognise me easier when they’re out.”

“Oh!” You stumble a little in your thought process. Feeling a little silly for not realising.

“I kind of like… forgot?” You say, coming to a stop as he eventually succumbs to the heat and peels the jumper over his head. Folding it up and popping it into his bag, glancing at you with a tiny breathe of relief at his new found ventilation. Hands moving to tousle with his hair in attempt to flatten it after pulling the jumper over it.

“I mean, i did. too honestly.” He agrees, continuing to walk forward.

You read into that a million different ways. But he makes sure you don’t get confused, “Y/N, don’t look so worried. I just mean you’re a very easy person to get… i dunno, lost in.”

Oh okay? How does one just casually continue putting one foot in front of the other after someone says something like that?

“You flatter me too much.” You roll your eyes, still as awful as ever at masking your shock or adoration for something someone’s said.

“Cmon, you’re just too humble i think.” He bumps you with his shoulder.

You’re laughing at him. But stop dead in your tracks as you stop something across the road.

“H.” You say, and he also comes to a halt. Taking a moment to process your use of his nickname. Like the way it so gently came from you.

Yet you sound almost dire, so he’s looking over where you are, scanning the sunny street for something that could possibly concern you?

For a moment he thinks it may be paparazzi, but this side of town is usually much better in regards to that.

He feels protective of you, “What? Are you okay?”

“There’s ice cream over there.” You say, hand coming up to cover your mouth a little.

A breath of relief fills his lungs, “i— you made it out like this was a life or death situation about t’unfold.”

Your expression turns to a grin, “no, i just love Italian ice creameries!”

“Can we please go and get some?” You glance back to him, and his own smile widens at your face. Gleaming with this unfiltered excitement over something so simplistic.

“Of course we can.” And you’re immediately grabbing his wrist to tug him across the road towards the shop.

“As if I could say no to you, anyway.” He laughs as he keeps up with your quick pace, clearly on a mission.

Once inside the store, with its pink and mint coloured walls and decor, you move to look at the collection of flavours.

The staples such as vanilla and strawberry, but then a small selection of more slightly diverse ones, like peanut butter brownie or salted caramel.

Their cookie dough ice cream looks amazing though, filled with chocolatey chunks of cookie. So you decide relatively fast that’s what you want.

And then you turn to Harry, whose eyes are still darting between flavours indecisively.

“What one do you want?” You ask, and he adverts his eyes to you.

“No I’ll order.” He shakes his head.

“No-no. Let me get this for you, please.” He goes to protest and you nudge him with your elbow, “don’t be stubborn. I want to get you something.”

“I— fine. But know you’re just as pushy as i am.” He scoffs with a laugh.

“I’ll get… maybe chocolate?” He points to it, and you nod.

The older lady at the counter is overly lovely, and you’re rattling off your order to her with a beaming smile.

Harry watches your interaction with her, and how you take a moment to compliment the heart covered apron she was wearing.

His heart trips over it’s own rhythm at the sight.

You pays and he still feels a little guilty, but figures he can make it up to you next time they go out by getting you a cookie or two with your tea.

You come back to his side with the two cones, stacked two scoops tall, and hand one to him.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to though.”

“It’s fine, Harry. Do you wanna find somewhere outside to sit?” You ask, turning to wave at the lady who served you as your slowly exiting the shop.

“Sure, i saw that little bench under a tree a couple shops down near that park.” He nods, taking his turn to lead the way there.

You shortly find the way there, sitting yourselves down on it, looking out onto a small playground with some kids swinging on monkey bars and sliding down the slide.

“Italian ice cream will forever be the best kind of ice cream.” You sigh out with pleasure, licking over the cool scoop.

He unwittingly is blushing at the sight, suddenly batting away mental images at the sight of your pink tongue jutting out of your mouth.

Shaking his head, he pushes them aside. “Definitely. You can tell it’s handmade.”

He busies his own tongue on his own ice cream, only stealing occasional glances to you at his side.

But he can’t help but tilt his cone to you, “Wanna try the chocolate?”

His offer comes as the equivalent of a brick to the head, but you’re invested in making yourself not seem psychotic.

So you nod nonchalantly, “i will, but I have a feeling that’s just because you want some of mine.”

“Mm, maybe I do a little.” He agrees, but any other coherent thought dies where it was in his head at you leaning over to his own cone. Your tongue running over the ice cream, collecting up its sweet residue.

You nod, “That’s so good.” Acting like you’ve got a normal internal monologue right now. Even though she’s hurling things at you that you can’t all process in such a short flash of time.

You just put your mouth where his has been! He is about to do the same thing! His eyes look a little blown out! What the fuck!

Pretty much what it sounds like up there, along with some alarm bells and screaming.

However you just gesture your cone to him, taking mental images of him mirroring what you did just before.

He hums a sound of enjoyment as he pulls back, glancing up at you, pinning you with his green gaze. “Good choice.”

You agree with a slight mumble, shaking your head momentarily to clear your thoughts. Ready to change the subject so you can internally recollect yourself.

“I only regret sitting out here since it’s melting so fucking fast.”

“I know,” he also settles quickly back into the normality of the moment, “i cant eat it quicker than the rate it’s melting.”

“It’s cold though, which is at least a win.”

Conversation trails on as normal while you finish off the ice cream. Discussing if biting the bottom off an ice cream cone is normal or not.

And before you know it you check your phone when you get a text from your mum, asking what time you’re able to call tonight.

She misses you heaps, you can tell. But despite the timezone difference you are making it work.

You also glance up at the time and realise it’s nearing 4pm. And you have just spent majority of the afternoon with Harry.

You also realise you’d agreed to have dinner with all of your friends in one of their hotel rooms tonight.

“Seems like it’s my turn to have to be the one to bail.” You say, popping your phone in your back pocket and looking back at Harry.

“That’s okay, love, what’s the plans for the evening.”

You explain that you’ll go over the the girls hotel room and probably just eat pizza, and then go back to your own room and call your mum for a bit.

He feels a little sad you even have to leave, which is odd, but he nods anyway, “That sounds fun. Solid plan.”

You reluctantly rise from your seat next to him. “So…” you take a tiny breath in, “am I the one picking the next cafe we go to?”

He beams internally at the fact you’re also trying to plan the next time you’re able to meet up with each other.

“I reckon so, Angel.” He stands as well, “I’m good for any day.”

Any plans he has can be rearranged for you.

“Alright!” You feel better immediately knowing you can see him again soon.

“Thanks for the ice cream too, by the way.” He says, walking back over to the pathway with you.

“It’s okay.” You smile, nervously being the one to give him a goodbye hug. A small flutter erupts in your stomach as his hands pull you flush to him around your lower back.

“I’ll see you soon, mkay?”

“Yea. Ill talk to you later.” You remind yourself that he’s easily accessible to talk to. You literally have his number.

“Bye H.” You give him a squeeze, pulling away with a smile, “Bye Y/N.” And you wave as you start the walk back to your hotel. Plenty of things to think about.

———

“Did you guys see the supposed pics of harry today on harryflorals? He was hanging out with someone apparently!” Nina asks everyone.

Only two of you hadn’t, including yourself.

She passes the phone first to you, and you frown.

“I know, looks like it’s taken on a potato.” She says, assuming your furrowed brows are due to the fact the image is really hard to get anything from.

Unless you know that park bench he’s ‘allegedly’ sitting on. And that the blurry figure next to him is almost certainly you— but no one else can tell.

“Yea… shit that is…” You pause, brain freezing a little, “bad quality.”

You hand her phone back. But caption of the post still festering in your head long after the moment is over.

HARRY *SUPPOSEDLY* WITH A GIRL IN ITALY TODAY! but this is the only pic we got 💔

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ahh and that’s part two! I hope you guys are enjoying this, and I’m so excited to write more about these two. cant wait for you to see what’s in store for them.

thank you again for your patience while waiting for this second part, and to all the lovely people who requested this oneshot to be made into something more.

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Perfect For Me (Steven Grant x Reader)

Words: 2.2K

Warnings/Themes: Angst,Self-hatred, body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluff, light nudity (non-sexual)

Characters/Pairings: Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector

liavaleska asked:

Hellooo! How are you? I hope you are doing great. Can I request something where reader comforts Steven Grant when he is feeling insecure about his body? Ty❤️

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get this up! But here it is and I hope you enjoy it. It came out a tab bit angstier than I intially wanted but I'm quite proud of this one! Let me know what you think :)

Tired eyes mindlessly watched the little goldfish bob around its tank. The only sound filling the apartment was that of the tank’s filter. Rain pattered against the windows. Each door that opened or closed in the building had her peeking at the door through the tank. It was a quiet evening. As it had been for the past few days, nearing two weeks.

Nearly two weeks of silence. All because the other occupant of the apartment was hardly around anymore. Something was up with one of the boys. She had hoped one of them would have confided in her. But they are alters of Marc Spector. Mr. Secret.

The notion of her husband keeping secrets saddened her. It wasn’t hard to suspect that something was wrong. Steven would be up before her and leaving for work earlier than usual. Before he would wrap himself tighter around her when her alarm would go off, begging her to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

He had also picked up the habit of jogging. At first, she had been happy for him; happy he had found a healthy hobby. But now she’s questioning how healthy it really is. The bags under his eyes darkened with the passing of each day. Getting up early, going on jogs, and working as Khonshu’s personal plaything, had to be tiring. Not to mention she didn’t really see him enough to confirm that he had eaten that day.

“At least you’re around, huh, Gus?” She murmured, chin resting on her palm. The fish swam into his pyramid. A groan left her as she hung her head. Great. Even the fish didn’t want to spend time with her. Pushing out of her seat, she decided it was time for bed. The clock on the wall read 1am.

A quick glance at her phone showed that her messages had been read. But there had been no response.

‘Hey, love. Just wondering when you’ll be home. Any ideas for dinner?’

Read at 7:30pm.

‘Hey, again, you’re probably busy so I wrapped up dinner for you. Chinese takeout, your favorite! Love you <3’

Read at 10:46pm

With a heavy heart, she typed out one last text.

‘Going to bed now. Love you, darling’

She didn’t wait for a reply and stuck her phone on the charger. Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared at the empty bed. This would be the sixth night in a row that she would be going to bed by herself. The cold, white duvet laughed up at her. Sniffling, she padded over to the closet and pulled out one of Steven’s hoodies, and tugged it on. His scent filled her nose but didn’t bring the comfort she craved. Rather, it broke the dam holding back her tears.

She wished she could help him. Wished he let her help him. Wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone in whatever he was going through. If only he would just let her in. Her teeth bit into the soft flesh of her lip as she tried to stifle the sobs. Curled up on the bed, she hugged Steven’s pillow to her chest.

Keys knocking against the door had her freezing. The door slowly creaked open and heavy, tired footsteps entered the apartment. The sound of a duffle hitting the floor broke her out of her trance and had her shooting up.

“Steven?” The figure outlined by the light of the fish tank shuffled over to the bed, standing at the foot.

“No, sorry…” Marc said, voice low and, dare she say, sad. She quickly flicked on the lamp on her nightstand, beckoning him towards her.

“What’s wrong, Marc? Are- are you guys okay?”

Marc was silent for a few heartbeats, his silence giving her time to think of every possible thing that could be wrong. Steven doesn’t love her anymore, Khonshu’s asking too much, they have some terminal disease… Her lip wobbled more with each new possibility.

“No… No, we’re not okay.” Marc whispered, “Steven doesn’t want me to tell you… but I don’t think he’s okay.”

He sounded so tired, and his eyes didn’t even come up to meet hers as he spoke. Whatever was wrong, it had been going on for a while and it’s become too much for Marc to handle. With a frown, she grabbed his hand to tug him onto the bed.

While she wasn’t in a romantic relationship with him, Marc was still important to her. He was like a brother to her. Without him, she wouldn’t even have Steven.

“Tell me, Marc… Tell me what’s wrong,” she begged softly. If he closed the door now after letting her get a toe in, she might completely break down. He sagged forward with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“I just wish I could have protected him better… All of this is my fault. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know this has been hurting you too, but I don’t know how to help him. He won’t eat; he runs until we have blisters… Hell, he’s been fronting during almost every fight and I can’t make him give me the body…”

It was as if once the words started pouring out of his mouth, they wouldn’t stop.

“The only reason I’m fronting now is that I think he was just too exhausted to…” The sigh that left him was far beyond his age. It was the sigh of someone too tired to continue. “You gotta help us, Y/N… You gotta help Steven.”

With a tear-streaked face, she nodded.

<><> 

Marc had showered and changed into Steven’s favorite pajamas before climbing into bed. Y/N lay on her side of the bed, wishing that it was her husband she was falling asleep next to. She wanted to hold him close, to protect him from the dangers of his own mind. She could only hope that when she woke up, it would be Steven kissing her awake as he used to.

Her sleep was a light and fitful one. An odd form of sleep paralysis. She could hear the sounds of their apartment, and Marc’s heavy snores next to her. But she couldn’t move. Worry and fear gripped her body like a vice.

Time seemed to still be flowing as one moment she was hearing Marc’s snores, then the next Steven’s much softer breaths. Unconsciously, her hand drifted toward her husband. Her love. Her partner who needed her help.

She couldn’t be sure if her hand ever touched him. Because it was his strained whispers that had her fully conscious. The lamp in the living area was lit and he stood in front of a full-length mirror.

“You overstepped, mate. I told you not to tell her.”

She blinked heavily, unsure if this was a dream or not. A quick hand over his side of the bed told her that it was not and that he hadn’t been gone for long.

“I don’t care! If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be here with a big bloody scar on our chest from that fight! Or the other dozen scars everywhere else!” His voice started to rise.

She couldn’t help but stare at his back as he whispered furiously into the mirror on the other side of the apartment.

“She’s not gonna… she wouldn’t want a human scratching post. Y/N deserves more than… this. I mean, look at us…” He inhaled a shuttering breath. His strong hands gripped the edge of the standup mirror. “A million scars, rubbish bags under our eyes… gross stretch marks, unflattering dad bod.”

His final whispered confession had her finally jumping out of bed.

“I just wish I could be the man she deserves.”

She gave him no time to react before she slammed into his back, wrapping her arms around his middle and bunching the fabric of his shirt in her hands.

His breath caught in his throat, shame filling him. He could feel her sobs more than hear them. Gods, he made her upset. That had been the last thing he wanted to do, but Marc’s words from earlier rang through his head.

“You’re hurting her. Leaving early, coming home late, not making love with her, and keeping the lights off when you do. It’s hurting her. She told me so.”

A sob forced its way from his throat, and hot tears fell down his cheeks. His teeth bit harshly into his lip as he bowed his head, unwilling to look at the reflection of Marc’s pitying look.

“I’m so sorry…So, so sorry.” His hands grasped hers over his chest, right over the scar that had started this whole thing. She shook her head, whimpering into his shirt.

“No, please, Steven.” She took a shuddering breath, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m not mad; or upset with you… I’m upset for you.”

His eyes screwed closed, his lips pressed into a line to suppress his cries.

“I wish I could take this pain away from you. I wish I could love these thoughts out of your mind. You do such an amazing job of protecting me; I wish I did a better job at protecting you.” She pulled her hands from his to drift to his sides and gently turned him to face her.

He kept his head bowed. The shame, the self-hatred, the ugly expression on his face, it wasn’t something she needed to see. The flinch he gave when her gentle hand cupped his cheek was uncontrollable. Her hand dropped back down to her side.

“Steven, let me help you. Whatever you’re trying to keep from me, whatever it is you are trying to hide, I will still love you. Nothing will ever make me not love you; nothing will ever make me think you are undeserving. You are the only man in this entire universe that I will ever love.”

He didn’t flinch when her hand touched him this time. Instead, he pressed his tear-stained cheek into her palm. They both let out heavy breaths. A hand littered with scars he hated so much, gripped her waist. The other, just as scarred as the right, cupped the back of her neck and he brought their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry that I’ve upset you, love. I just... I don’t know how to… how to let someone help. But I know I need it.” Steven swallowed the lump still stuck in his throat. “I am truly fortunate to have you be the one to help me, though.”

“I’m even luckier to have you,” She whispered before leaning forward to press her lips to his. His grip tightened and he pulled her flush to his chest. Flames followed in the wake of her fingers tracing up his stomach to rest on his chest, lovingly stroking the raised skin of the scar. His heart was thundering and he was sure she could feel it under her fingertips.

Salty tears blended on their skin, hiccupping sobs breaking from his sweet lips. As if touching glass, she wiped his tears away, cooing and shushing him. Chocolate eyes locked with hers. Walking backward and not breaking eye contact, she tugged him by the hand towards the bed. Steven followed obediently while wiping his tears with his sleeve.

The bed was cool against her skin as she leaned against the pillows, opening her arms for him. The air was thick with tension as he stood still, watching her. The stifling air was broken when he pulled his shirt over his head with shaking hands. His body is on full display in the dim lighting. While the suit heals wounds, it doesn’t erase scars.

It didn’t seem possible, the amount of love and acceptance in her gaze. It made his breath catch in his throat and warm goosebumps break out over his skin. Wishing for him to be in her arms, she made grabby hands for him. The action made his lips quirk up.

Slowly, he crawled in between her legs and she sat up to wrap her arms around his middle. Soft lips ghosted over the scar as her hands smoothed over his sides. His head was nuzzled into her hair and his arms wrapped around her back.

After breathing each other in, she leaned back and guided him to rest his head on her chest. His strong arms constricted around her middle. Her socked foot caressed his calf while her lips kissed the top of his head.

“If I get too heavy, I can move.” He couldn’t help but mumble. Gentle fingers carded through his hair and trailed down his back. Painted nails lightly scraped over his skin, leaving a trail of more goosebumps.

“If you dare move, I’m going to handcuff you to myself and swallow the key,” she threatened.

Steven let out a breathy chuckle and relaxed more into her. The patterns she was tracing into his skin were hypnotic and slowly, his eyes began to drift closed. A low sweet hum filled his ears.

As he focused on her fingers, he realized she wasn’t just doodling random patterns. It was letters. Words.

‘I love you’

‘Perfect’

‘Strong’

Tears pricked his eyes once more. He tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to her collarbone.

“I’ve got you, Steven. I’m not going anywhere. Not when I’ve got the perfect man for me in my arms.”

[ralith]

A few of you asked about the Baker AU, so here's a quick origin story:

Ironhide in the Baker AU is in a similar position to the retired trio au - he's left the military and is a bit lost in civilian life. He's trying to reconnect but it's difficult.

One day he finds a flyer on a community board for a baking class sponsored by and held at the town bakery. He needs to get better at cooking for himself and he has quite the sweet tooth, so he visits.

When he arrives at the class, the door is intially locked. Ironhide hesitates. Maybe it's a sign he should leave. But an apologetic voice calls out from inside, and Ironhide is taken back by the handsome middle-aged blonde that opens the door. There's a fine dusting of flour on his apron and a bit on his cheek, and he reaches out to shake Ironhide's hand, forgetting that it's covered in fruit puree. Its all rather endearing to the soldier.

Ironhide was nervous about making a fool of himself because he can't cook for shit, but he was the only one to show up. He's a bit relieved, but the bakery owner, who he's learned is named Ratchet, is noticeably disappointed.

He wanted to use this class to promote his bakery. He's been losing business to those grocery store bakeries. He jokes that he needs to get with the times. Maybe advertising on a community board wasn't the best method.

Instead, Ratchet offers a more personal, hands-on baking lesson. More ingredients, more time to teach. And more time spent with the handsome soldier at his side.

Ironhide thoroughly enjoys his time at the class. And Ratchet sends him home with some twenty odd bags of orange spice cookies he was going to distribute to the class. But Ironhide is more than happy to take them all. And he finishes about 10 of them that night.

Ratchet's food was delightful!

Ironhide would make a point of stopping by Ratchet's bakery at least every other week, and within a few months he was stopping by 2-3 times a week.

Ratchet would sometimes have Ironhide's order already prepared, knowing the soldier would be stopping by.

There were other times Ironhide would get home to find an extra sweet or two in his bag.

Ironhide kept attending Ratchet's baking lessons, even as they became more popular. He would even stay after to help Ratchet clean up.

The two will argue about who fell first, and who admitted it first. It's after a Valentine's Day themed class when it all comes together. The class was packed that day, and Ironhide was left alone to craft a sugar cookie with "will you be mine?" written in icing. Corny and cliche but Ironhide was lost when it came to romance.

He was going to present the cookie after dinner, if Ratchet would go out with him. But Ratchet had another idea. When all was cleaned up, he instead was bringing out a cake perfectly sized for two people and setting it down at a table. It was a new recipe, Ratchet explained somewhat nervously. It's flavors were inspired by the soldier. Bold, powerful fruit between chocolate sponges and fudge drizzled. It was heavy in flavor and almost a bit too strong, but left you craving more. Ratchet wanted to share it with Ironhide, and if he so wanted, they could have some coffee or tea at Ratchet's place.

The cake wasn't the only thing he'd be tasting that night.

[fxirybun]

Hi, if you may have time I would like to participate in your dinamic :)

intials / nickname / first name: V T M

your zodiac sign (either your sun sign or your big 3): Leo

I your most used emoji: 😭

I tell me the name of your DR s/o and their respective reality they're in: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin BBC series

Hope you have a good day wherever you are!

hello there VTM ! thank you berry much for participating in my ask game ヾ(◍´▿`◍)ﾉﾞ

ෆ⸒⸒ his ten (10) green flags

𐙚 the type of man who will always stand by you , no matter how tough the circumstances can be. he's also the type who would go to any length to protect you , even risking his own life.

𐙚 once you gain arthur's trust , you’ll never going to doubt his loyalty. he's someone who's devoted to the people he cares about and would never betray you.

𐙚 he doesn't mind listening to your side of the story , making sure that you feel heard and respected. if he ever wrongs you , he’ll be quick to make it right because fairness is at the core of his values.

𐙚 arthur will treat you with the utmost respect. he believes in nurturing those he loves and will always put your needs and feelings at the forefront.

𐙚 you'll never have to worry about arthur shirking his responsibilities or taking things lightly. he can be reliable at times , working hard to provide stability both physically and emotionally.

𐙚 if arthur makes a mistake or hurts you , he’ll be humble enough to admit it and learn from it. you’ll see him grow and become more understanding. he won’t shy away from improving himself and will always try to be a better person.

𐙚 even if he has moments of doubt , he’ll come to rely on your advice and support, knowing that you have his back.

𐙚 arthur will always make you feel safe. he takes the well-being of his loved ones seriously , and you’ll feel secure in his presence. he’ll do everything he can to protect you and keep you from harm.

𐙚 he'll work hard to make his relationship with others strong. arthur is the type of man who is determined to make things work , no matter the obstacles. he doesn't give up very easily and would even do the means to fight for those he deeply cares about.

𐙚 arthur will be able to forgive you when you make mistakes , and he’ll expect the same in return. he's not the type to hold grudges as he values reconciliation. if ever there’s a disagreement , he’ll want to talk things through and move past it , ensuring peace and understanding between you and him.

ෆ⸒⸒ his ten (10) red flags

𐙚 arthur may come across as prideful or acts like he knows best. this arrogance could make you feel like your opinions aren’t always valued , especially if he’s too caught up in his own perspective.

𐙚 he can be very set in his ways , which means you could find yourself in frustrating arguments where he refuses to budge , even when he’s clearly wrong.

𐙚 there would be some cases wherein arthur's sense of justice can turn into criticism. he might judge you too harshly if he feels you’ve done something wrong , expecting you to live up to his strict moral code.

𐙚 he can be slow to embrace change or new ways of thinking. If you bring up ideas or beliefs that challenge his worldview , he might dismiss them or be closed off from your perspective.

𐙚 arthur's impatience can show up when he’s stressed or frustrated. he might push you to act or make decisions faster than you’re comfortable with , or he could get annoyed when things don’t go according to plan.

𐙚 arthur can be emotionally distant when it comes to expressing his feelings. he may be struggling to open up about what’s really going on inside of him , leaving you to guess how he’s feeling.

𐙚 he's deeply tied to his upbringing and traditions , which means he might hold onto outdated ideas or beliefs.

𐙚 when pushed to his limits , arthur can have a quick temper. his anger , though often short-lived , can flare up unexpectedly , making him say or do things in the heat of the moment that he might regret later.

𐙚 arthur tends to be guarded especially when it comes to showing his vulnerabilities.

𐙚 beneath his confidence , arthur sometimes struggles with self-doubt , particularly about whether he’s living up to his potential. this insecurity might make him overly defensive when criticized or cause him to seek constant reassurance.

fxiry : i hope this post helps ! feedback is required ^^

[catsintei]

No the whale theory where Mercury thinks emerald is dead would add SUCH a nice layer of angst. And I hope they get a big confrontation with Tyrian with Mercury trying to protect emerald by pushing her away. I feel like they might run into eachother while emerald is with Oscar and the gang. Which would make Mercury initially super distrustful cause she’s got all these new friends now and shit, and they wouldn’t be able to have a big emotional confrontation cause everyone would be fighting. I get what you mean with rwbys unpredictability though😭 they could have no interactions this season. Also I’m so worried they’re gonna kill off Mercury to develop emeralds character. Like have cinder kill him to make emerald finally lose affection for her (if it does happen though I’m sueing because that sends a dog shit message) sorry for the long ask. I just have so many thoughts and theories about these two

Mercury meeting Emerald while she's with Oscar would be pretty funny, because I think his assumption would be that she's been captured or something along those lines, and his intial response would be "Oh you're that 12 year old that Salem really wanted. Hey Emerald, do you want me to kill them for you?" Also I doubt that they will appear this volume, I'm betting on volume 10.

(I still think it was a major missed opportunity to not have Mercury help Oscar in volume 8, that would have been so good.)

And yeah, if they kill Mercury off, I will be extremely upset. He has a lot of things set up for him, his Semblance being stolen which I think is set up for him to get it back somehow, his relationship with Emerald is also pretty major. I think he is safe for now; but his character, a person who was abused and exploited by others for the duration of his entire (relatively short) life, first Marcus, then Cinder, and now Salem, I think it would just be insanely depressing to kill him off.

[allsassnoclass]

yes good hello!!! may i know about 7, 10, 11, 13, and 25! and i love you sm :) xoxo

@clumsyclifford hi bella! thanks for asking love you too <3

7. What’s a topic you would like to explore? truth and trust! and the intersection of those two! and how to trust someone who isn't truthful and how to tell the truth to someone you don't know if you trust and how to trust someone again when you thought you knew the true them and have been proven wrong.

10. Do you always have a clear image before starting a piece? usually kind of! for fics, i have a general vision and it becomes and increasingly and increasingly clear. i usually know the beginning and the end for sure, with a few touchstone moments in the middle. for moodboards i have a pretty clear image, which can be an issue when i can't find the pictures i want and am not sure how to pivot. all of my moodboards end up looking very different from what i intially envision lol

11. What part of the process of creating brings you the most joy? probably brainstorming tbh! letting plots or ideas come to me and figuring out what's happening and getting to the point where i feel confident enough to start. it also kind of stresses me out because i have so many ideas, but i really like creating worlds and coming up with stories or envisioning moodboards.

13. Is there something you’d like to see created but you know you can’t/won’t do yourself? short answer: no <3 if i can envision something enough to want it, i envision it enough to want to make it myself. i always most enjoy other people's creations when it's something i myself would've never thought of or been able to visualize, such as megs's faking the moon landing fic. i never would've come up with that idea myself, so i enjoy reading it so much more! same with all of my moodboard ideas, with the exception of some moodboards for my fics (like the black coffee and sulfur one that maya made <3) because for my own fics i sometimes draw a huge blank on what should go in a mb, which doesn't typically happen when making a mb for someone else's fic or for my pairings as albums series. if i have an idea for something, i typically want to make it myself rather than have someone else make it

25. Tell us a little known fact about something you’ve made uhhhhhhhhhhh omg. what am i going to say. what have i made that i haven't talked extensively about. OH! in pas de deux harry styles was originally supposed to be a character. i had a scene where michael called him on the phone. they were exes. they danced together at abt. however i wrote him out lol he isn't mentioned in the fic anymore. it just didn't fit.

[atmymercy]

Hello tea💚 happy holiday, hope you had a beautiful christmas with your loved ones! Thank you for opening your ask box, my intials are L.S♉ my questions are:

1. How tarot would describe my crush(E.M ♐) way of loving?

2. What kind of daydreams he may have had with me?

3. His feelings for me emanate what kind of vibe?

hope you have a great week and thank you for being an incredible tarot reader💝😘🫂

hello ls! happy holiday to you too! thank you for such sweet blessings and i hope you had the same! i'll only be answering your first question because it's only one question each!

for you, i got the wheel of fortune, death & 10 of wands.

your crush's way of loving is very chaotic and unexpected to say the least! they are pretty new to love so honestly they are very up in the air in how they show love currently. it could come in the form of food, dinner dates or even a random present i'm seeing. they are evolving with the way they show their love because of how new it is to them. they're not entirely certain of which way they want to go about it yet, which is actually making it quite burdensome for them! lolol it's so new and fresh to them that they want to try a little bit of almost everything! all the while taking it all on their own! when they probably could use some help and ask for it. but right now they are too stubborn to do so! lol i think the reason why they are afraid to ask for help or even advice is that they don't want to be seen as a newb at love! aww!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee when you can! if you want to explore this further, please consider a private read as well. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

as always, my rules & info are in my pinned post if you're interested in a reading of your own!

[ndoandou]

Worth the accident

Pairing: Yves Kloss x MC

Warning: NSFW

Contents: thigh fucking, accidental creampie

MC was sitting by her desk, reading away as she had just finished doing her work for the afternoon.

Her reading session was interupted when she heard the typical loud knocking from who she strongly assume, was yves

"Come in yves" MC said as she closed her book, waiting for yves to enter her room.

Yves entered her room, closing the door behind him.

"How did you know it was me?" Yves asked with an amused smile, hugging MC from behind.

MC let out a giggle

"Ive known you long enough that ive unconciously memorized the way you bang on my door!" MC said jokingly as she gave yves a quick peck on the cheek. His cheeks were slightly tinted pink and he let out a soft chuckle

"Anyways, what brings you here?" MC asked, reminding yves of what he intially came to her room for

"Ah! I ran into sariel earlier. He wants us in for a meeting which would roughly start in 10 minutes" He explained gracefully, words flowing out as smooth as honey

"oh and he also wanted you to return some of the study books you used when you were belle" He added onto his sentence

"Ah yeah, let me just fetch the books!" MC said as she broke from his embrace proceeding to go look for the books under the bed.

Her desk was full of books. The ones that didnt fit were stacked into small piles under her bed.

She tried to squuze herself into the tight space, protuding her butt. What she didn't realize was the fact yves was staring intensely on it.

"....what am i doing?" Yves said internally to himself

he was secretly too pent up that the position MC was in was enough to provoke "certain" reactions.

His eyes followed every movement she did. The way she wiggled as she tried to fit herself further and further under the bed.

"It should be there somewhere... ah! Found it!" Mc exclaimed as her hand reached onto the books she was looking for. She wiggled herself out of the position she was in, twisting her body to face yves.

But when she did, he was avoiding her gaze while crossing his arms. His face was raspberry red and when her eyes trailed down.. she saw how tight his pants seem on his private parts

"Um yves.. why.. are you hard?" MC asked as her face bursted into the same raspberry color

"Well i.. it's because you kept poking your rear out and moving it around right at my face!" Yves argued with his typical tsundere demeanour.

A playfull smiled appeared onto MC's lips as she leaned closer towards his pants, grazing her finger tip onto his bulge which clearly wanted attention

"Ah! Hey..." yves gasped as he protessed

"Well.. to make it up to you.. let me relieve you" MC said, her smile still on her lips

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MC was againsts the wall as yves kissed her hungrily

"Mm..Are you sure we have enough time?" MC asked in between kisses

"We have exactly five minutes." Yves said as he pulled away, his lips trailing over her neck, planting needy kisses.

After their brief kissing session, they were both ready to get into it

"Since we dont want to cause a mess.. use my thighs for now" she said as she purposely grinded her clothed butt againsts Yves's boner which was at the verge of exploding causing him the let out a soft grunt

"Hmph. Thats fine by me" yves said as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his member spring out. He may be a pretty boy but his schlong was something definitely something....

MC on the other hand pulled down her panties, fully knowing how drenched she was. She lifted her skirt up, exposing herself to yves.

She squeezed her thighs together allowing a small gap for him to insert his member through, which he did so as soon as MC finished adjusting her thighs.

‘’a-ah..’‘ yves let out a shaky moan as he felt her thighs and vulva squeeze and rub against his member. Her wetness made it easier for him to thrust in and out of her thighs

This also brough MC a lot of pleasure as his member kept brushing againsts her clit whenever he thrusted in.

"Mmm.." MC moaned out softly not being able to resist thrusting her hips back, meeting his movements

"Ah..ngh.. MC Im close.. the napkin" Yves warned, thrusting faster as he burried his face into her neck

MC was close aswell. She tried to grab the napkin on the table but it was too far for her comfort. She almost reached it but the position she was in plus yves' thrusting made it hard for her to reach the napkin.

Noticing this yves tried to reach for it instead but it was also a bit too far from him

"Mm.. ive almost got it- HNGHHHH-???!" Yves stifled out a moan as he felt his member accidentally slip inside of her causing him to cum abruptly, painting her insides white. He almost lost his balance which he quickly placed a hand against the wall to support himself

"AaAhh?!" MC moaned out loudly feeling herself lose her balance, which yves caught her in time with his other arm. she felt his member stretch her out suddenly, hitting her sweet spot. This also caused her to cum abruptly, her core clenching against yves' member which was still cumming inside of her. She milked every drop he had to offer.

As soon as they've calmed down from their high, yves was the first one to panic

"Ah! MC! Im sorry, it was an accident!" Yves said, visibly flustered. He frantically tried to clean her up with the napkin which was the culprit for this incident.

"Calm down, yves! It's fine, dont worry about it- ahh!! we're late for the meeting!!" MC reassured him but was cut off when she realized how late they were.

They both quickly cleaned themselves up and re adjusted their clothing, dashing out of the door, sprinting through the hallways.

As soon as they were at the round table, everyone looked at them

"Both of you are late." Sariel said with a serene yet scary smile causing them both to gulp

"Oh? Evie and MC?? Why do you both look so dishelved?" Nokto questioned, his expression clearly saying that he knows everything.

"Well um.." MC started while yves looked away, not wanting to meet anyones gaze

"Sit down. Don't waste my time with your blabbering." Chevalier interupted, not bothering to look at the two of them

As harsh as he sounded, it was actually a blessing in disguise for both of them.

But didnt they know... everyone knew exactly what they were doing...

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This is a quick smut i did over night. i hope you enjoyed it guys!

[missputotyra]

Fate/ Kalied Liner: Twist - A Fate/ Twisted Wonderland  Idea 1

So This Idea actually Based on the Grail War in Fate Kalied Liner and not the Magical Girl aspects . It still keeps the Collecting Class card. Aspects as The dorms Fight Over them when ever a Blacken. servant appears . since Shu ( My TWST Oc ) is basically Shuten Douji/Ibuki Douji . He plays a Large Role in this Au . Mainly because he got Summoned( He ultimately Stays after the Events are done )

Idea after hearing this

So Night Raven academy has been stuck in a secret Grail war for Years , Using this “ Grail War “ As a way to Exterminate the Blackened Servants or Maybe something Else .

An Include is summoning the Weapon of a Servant ,

An install is Gaining ( Your own version ) of the Servants costume and Thier Powers.

Octavinelle is the Main Dorm as Azul has… Been Incapacitated ,being Heavily Injured via Fight with Jamil and Kalim.

Due to this Octavinelle has been Facing heavy Losses as Whatever They did to Azul has him basically Benched

Surprised when Your Opponent can just Install and Include The weapons of Gods and Mythological figure Floyd and Jade don’t Do to well and other Dorm are Slowly closer to… Let’s say Making fresh Sashimi out of them and the Whole Dorm.

Azul Has said that he would fight if he Must but that could kill him especially if he Installs Poseidon or Ursula’s Class card ( Hes the only who knows the Cards well enough )

So In Messing around The Twins with Azul watching trying to Summon a Servant , they fail .

That is Until one night of Blacken Servant hunting , They see Savannahclaw get thier Asses Whumped by what they Thought was a Blacken Servant a Larger “ Orge “ Like Creature who Was Annoyed that Savannahclaw would just attack him as he’s was Drinking. The “Orge” Dispatch’s Leona and Crew not even using his Hand or Weapon but using the Gourd on his back . Causing them to Run off .

The” Orge “Already noticed the two Eels and First think he doses is offer a Drink … Floyd and Jade Mention thier 17 before The “Orge” laughs noting that 17 year old where he came from knew the tastes of 10 different types of sake but doesn’t pressure them on Drinking .

The Man corrects them one calling him an Orge as Hes an Oni and Calls himself Shuten Douji ( Which is Kind of a lie ) this does lead to scene where characters Question If actually Shu is actually Shuten Douji or if he’s hiding his true name to throw people off .

by the Way Floyd Main Install is Lu Bu (cause I couldnt thinking of any Water based Servants )Later Passionlip , I Don’t wasn’t Jade’s Would intial but Cheng Gong sounds good but Melt is one he Get later . Also going with theme Floyd and Jade Get Kama and Kiara.

I kinda wanted the Twin to have Class Cards that Relationed to Each other ( Examples Kama and Kiara being parts of Mara)

Floyd calls him Shu and the Name Stuck. Shu comes with them because thier the only people who treat him with some Respect.

Of course Azul sees this as an Opportunity to get back in the Game and a Being prepared to convince Crowley that Shu is a Second year Transfer . Before coughing his Guts out .

Shu then asked Azul if he was okay and that he should sit down and how Pale Azul looks ,Azul Explains that Octavinelle was in the Lead in he competition close to “Winning” and that Octavinelle and Scarabia were Fighting a difficult Blackened Servant and After They had Defeated it.

Scarabia Launched a surprise attack … Azul says they were going to let Scarabia have the Class Card and That Scarabia stole some of them.

It’s Confirmed that Jamil or Kalim has Gilgamesh , Hassan of thousand faces and Gorgon

Riddle has Nero as his Main Install and Include , I guess The Queen of Hearts is a Secondary

Savannahclaw I don’t Know Zenobia for Leona

Vil used Evil Queen ,Hassan of Serenity and Semiramis before obtaining Lancer Artoria and Give Serenity To Epel

Diasomia has all the Fairy knights , Artoria Alter , Jalter and Lancelot

Shu can kinda tell that Azul is a Sleezebag but trust him as Floyd and Jade seemed Desperate, But say as soon as they try something Fishy he’ll go to another dorm.

Shu Thankfully for Azul Bonds with Floyd , Jade and Later Azul in his Down time so this hopefully wouldn’t happen . ( Aka , Shu really wants to Protect the Eels)

… So let’s Get this out the way, Some Character are gonna Die.Unfortunately one. Those Planned to Perish is Azul.

I also planned to Kill Vil or at least injure him a lot as He Get Artoria Lancer and Rhyongomiad Kinda makes slowly makes people into Gods . Aleast Idia got a Badass introduction as Grandpa. King Hassan’s Install .

Also It’s Angst with Happy ending as Shu Eventually Get “ Reborn” as a Student in Second Year.

It also starts becoming Apparent that Shu knows more about this War ,( Spoilers He comes from a Timeline were no dorm Survives and wanted a Chance to save aleast a few but especially Floyd ,So wished on the grail for another chance Multiple times )

Vil Battle also Reveals His True Name to be “ Ibuki -Douji”

[pink-surftable]

Initials (Pt. 5) | Kaz Brekker

kaz brekker x fem!reader

ps: english is not my first language so if there are some gramatical mistakes i would love if you pointed them out so i can improve.

omg here it is!!!! the last chapter!! once again thank you to everyone who likes and coments i love you so much <3 what a journey it has been lol

warnings: i think kaz is very soft in this one but fuck it we all need soft kaz once in a while.

part 4

summary: after a mission goes wrong kaz does everything in his power to save you.

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You saw Kaz jumping right into action trying to get you out of your restraints while Inej was desperately trying to hold down Pekka. Y/N felt a wave of relief washing over her.

Her friends were there. Her family.

“Well, well, well it was quite the party in here” Jesper said firing at everything in sight while Nina was using her powers and Matthias ran out to help Y/N “Go with Inej” He shouted at Kaz. He didn’t want to leave you but he knew Matthias could protect you better than he could. He looked at you and as you nodded he picked up his cane and headed straight for Pekka Rollins.

Looking out, Kaz saw he ran off to the streets “Fucking bastard” he thought. But there wasn’t time to go after him. Bullets were firing everywhere and Inej and Y/N were hurt they needed to get out.

Matthias helped you get free, dropping his coat on your shoulders “Take this, you’ll need it” He said noting the state of your clothes. You thanked him “You’ll probably need this too” he added, giving you one of your knives. “Come on, we need to get out of here”

Alarms were ringing and you could see guards running to where you guys were through the windows.

“As much as I’m enjoying this it’s time to go” Jesper shouted over the noise grabbing everyone's attention. Him and Nina started clearing the way while you and Matthias ran after them. The druskelle carrying almost your entire body weight as you leaned into him for support “Kaz come on! Let’s go!” You screamed at him. He was fighting a few guards with a visible rage on his features.

Making your way through the hallways was not an easy task. Guards were firing from everywhere when you heard another explosion. You saw Jesper laugh running towards the sound where you found Wylan. His hair was a mess as he hugged Jesper.

Finally on the streets of Ketterdam you looked around. Seeing all your friends there, alive, free gave you an immense amount of relief.

Shots could still be heard so you had to keep running but you were too tired you didn’t know if you could make it.

Kaz looked into your eyes. He could already sense what was going through your mind when your knees gave out, your back colliding with the concrete.

Matthias looked at you then at Kaz, like asking for permission. When he nodded, the fjerdan picked you up in his arms and started running towards the Slat with everyone else.

Kaz hated it. He hated that he couldn’t help. He hated that he couldn’t give you his coat. He hated that he couldn’t pick you up in his arms. Instead he had to stand and watch another man do what he so dearly wished to do.

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Arriving to the Slat was like arriving to heaven.

As soon as you guys got there Nina started working her magic on both you and Inej. You knew the amount of effort was draining her but she refused to stop.

Once you both were stable an air of relief filled the place.

Inej went straight to her room to rest.

Kaz told you to go to his room.

Lying down in Kaz’s bed he took a seat next to you on a chair.

“Hey, look at me” you tried to catch his attention “Hey i’m alright. I’m okay. We got out. We’re okay” you desperately wanted to touch him. To reach and grab his hands. To tell him how much you loved him. But Kaz wouldn’t meet your eyes his eyes were trained on something else.

The bright red marks on your skin. His intials.

“Stop that I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t your fault”

“Yes it is. And I hate it. I hate that this happened to you. I hate that I couldn’t come to your rescue sooner. I hate the way that bastard touched you. I hate that I wish that I could push you away. I hate that I’m selfish and even though it’s a constant risk I don’t want you to go anywhere. I hate that I want you to stay with me. I hate that you make me weak. I hate how you make me not hate” Kaz said looking firmly into your eyes. That confession was much more than what you ever expected.

The vulnerability of it all made you weak. Weak cause you thought that confession was beyond anything Kaz Brekker had ever felt. Beyond anything he would ever say.

You smiled. The most honest and happy smile that man had ever seen and you swore you saw the faintes blush on his cheeks but he would never confess to that.

“You make me not hate too” You said almost laughing.

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The days passed and Kaz Brekker could not stop the giddy feeling he got any time he looked at you.

The Crows couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The Bastard of the Barrel looking at a girl, his girl, like a 10 year old with a crush.

Obviously the teasing was never ending. Kaz secretly loved it.

Sitting in Kaz’s office was your new routine.

He would be at his desk, papers everywhere and you would sit by the window talking to him or reading.

“I got you something” He said, standing in the doorway with a little box in his hands.

“What? What is it?” You asked with the excitement of a child which made Kaz grin.

The boy opened the box showing a beautiful gold necklace with a little heart charm engraved in it you saw his initials: K.B

“I wanted you to remember my name, not by your scars, but by something beautiful just like you” He said waiting for your reaction.

“I love it. I love you” You said with glossy eyes and a dopey smile.

“May I?” Kaz said taking off his gloves and pulling out the chain.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to” What he was doing was more than enough you didn’t want him to feel like he needed to do more.

“I want to”

You turned around and he slowly grabbed your hair and pulled it to the side. Clipping the necklace on you felt the lightest touch of his lips on your neck.

“I love you too”

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[castee-yel]

CW censorship, a series:

today im going to give you guys a run through of all the times cw has most likely censored the cast and staff about s15 and explain why the shows ending has become so immensely messy and confusing.

misha collins "bury your gays"

misha stated in last weeks panel that he basically agreed with the statement "bury your gays" being used to describe castiels death and his departure from the show, now in yesterdays panel when someone brought up the phrase "bury your gays" he followed up with this:

to which we get an unenthusiastic attempt of him trying to say he now doesn't believe the cw gave us a "bury your gays trope" which im assuming only means he got in trouble for last week.

jensen ackles "acceptance"

now jensen case is genuinely rather devastating he has been playing this character for 15 years, which is about 10 years more than he could ever imagine to play a role (most shows barely hit the 3 year mark)

he's been giving the writers ideas for how he would want dean to go out for years, and seen deans arc to unfold as someone who doesnt want to die traumatised and get his "peace" in paradise, ie during S4E22 "Lucifer Rising", in which we see deans clear disagreement with this statement.

now jensen ackles has already posted several things that show his distaste for the ending, from his instagram post about the nail all the way to him answering questions in previous panels, but its pretty clear how he was coaxed into being contempt with the current ending as all hes been telling us is how he talked with kripke/the writers AND the cast only to be told that it was a satisfactory ending and he should "accept it".

[x]

jared padalecki's immense "support"

before i get into this point i'd like you all to know that i understand some people dont like jared padalecki, however, he has been playing sam winchester for 15 whole years, and has a very "attatched" personality, for him to see his character be demoted from a main character to just some background brother definitely doesnt sit right. so why isnt he saying anything?

taking a closer look at articles being published about the finale including jareds thoughts we see that most if not all of them have a promotional bit for "walker" the cw's new show (out january 2021) starring jarpad as the main role. its obvious hes not going to downtalk the last episode whatsoever while hes still under the cw's grip.

at the moment we know that the cw promo has spent the entirety of the past 2 weeks following castiels death using misha collins as promotional bait to intrance viewers, theyre a very scummy team we know but they know what theyre doing, right now they've given "bronlies" (the older, cishet male majority of fans who believe that the brothers are the only valuable characters) the "perfect" ending, this same majority is the exact intended audience for "walker", theres no doubt they've been building up to this to use jared to promo the finale thus causing the same bronlies to take liking towards him (and then later the new show)

to sum up, no actor playing a role for a decade and a half will willingly promote a series finale that shows his character and talents be disregarded and thrown out.

samantha ferris + cast being ignored

it was rumoured that samantha ferris and several other cast members (alona tal, chad lindberg etc.) were to be in s15 and there being a "big roadhouse scene" giving into the family trope we were promised for the finale.

when asked about this/this was mentioned samantha ferris confirmed that there was no such thing and that the cw had not contacted them in any way for them to be involved with season 15.

the cw claims that the reason we never got the family esque ending was due to "covid limitations" (clearly not the case seeing as we saw jim beaver come back) but contrary to this statement the cw had never contacted the additional cast before s15 (during pre-covid times and intial writing/recording processes)

thus concluding another lie told be the cw to prevent fans outrage against them for ruining the family values of the show.

overall censorship overview

- 15x20 was supposed to be an hour long yet 5 entire minutes were cut from the show (the scenes were recorded yet cut out in post)

- the original script was altered and the ending we got was different to the original (this was backed up by misha as well) YET according to jensen the only thing that was changed was the fact they didnt get a montage of the characters throught the years (which doesnt make sense since we basically got that in 15x19) which just shows how immensely messy this whole thing was

- the original script leak contained a "me too" line from dean that never made it into the cut (as this is a leak this isnt 100% confirmed)

all in all. fuck the cw.

[catdadeddie]

ohhh 24 and 71!

Oh I love this!! I messed with canon timeline a bit because I needed this to be 24 hours lmao

24. Soulmate AU (I did soulmates intials)

71. 24 Hours Left To Live (no MCD. I messed with the rules. 24 hours determined by clock on body that winds down until it hits)

Buck stares at the clock that's ticking down on his wrist. His final 24 hours were coming close and Buck didn't know what to do with that information.

He's kept the winding clock covered for as long as he can remember. The 118 are unaware that his final days are coming. He hasn't heard from Maddie in 3 years. Abby hasn't answered a text in 2 weeks.

Buck decides then and there, with 36 hours left to live, that he was going to have a normal day.

That is until he spots Eddie Diaz gettinf dressed in the locker room right around the 24 hour mark.

Until he feels the burn of the intials that have been on the skin of his ribs since he was born. Until he realizes he's staring at his soulmate.

So he gets mad. Mad at the universe. Mad at Eddie. Mad at everything. Because he finally has what he's spent his whole life searching for and he has 24 hours left of said life.

And Eddie? Eddie just seems so perfect. It makes it all the more infuriating. He watches the stunning man be good at his job and wants to scream because he should be Buck's, but he won't be because Buck's clock is now at 18 hours.

Buck is taking pictures for a calendar that he won't even be alive to participate in when Eddie storms up and asks what his problem is. Buck argues with him and then watches as Eddie hears Chimney call him "Evan". Buck watches the gears turn in Eddie's head and then pressed a few fingers to his shoulder. His shoulder where Buck clearly saw "E.B" scribbled into Eddie's skin.

They get a call before Eddie can call Buck out.

It's non-stop calls until suddenly it's 25 minutes until Buck's supposed to die and Eddie's banging for the ambulance to stop because of a live grenade in this guys leg.

Buck knows immediately that this is what gets him.

When Eddie volunteers to pull the bomb out, Buck stills. Eddie can't be dying tonight too, right?

He takes a deep breathe. Moves his watch to see the ticking digits that are now at 10 minutes and a counting. He tells Bobby he'll go in.

He's not letting anything happen to Eddie tonight, even if its the last thing he does.

When Eddie's sits down and tells Buck to hold onto the guy's leg, Buck realizes his watch is still loose and he closes his eyes when he hears Eddie suck in a breath.

"That's why you've been fighting me all? Because this is it?" Eddie questions and Buck hangs his head and just tells him to get on with this. That they have a patient to save.

Eddie glares at him, but gets to work removing the bomb. He looks at Buck with sympathy and hesitancy as Buck holds the box for the bomb.

"I can't be the one to hand you this. I can't be the reason you..." Eddie chokes out. His cool and confident composure from all day melting away as he realizes what Buck's known all day. This is the end

"It's too late." Is all Buck says before lifting the box more so Eddie has to put it in.

He makes Eddie leave and pull the patient out. And when its clear he slowly sets the box down with tears in his eyes.

When it doesn't blow then, he takes a deep breath and steps out. His eyes lock with Eddie's as he moves towards him.

He chokes back a sob when he realizes he made it out. He reaches Eddie and Eddie's first move is to grab Buck's wrist. To see how long they have for a freak accident to get Buck.

The numbers aren't approaching 0 anymore though. Time is flying upward until another 45 years gets added.

The sobs Buck's been holding back all day finallt breaks then as Eddie pulls him into a tight hug.

He's okay.

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[symphonicmetal101]

Babysitting in the Devildom- Meet the Tykes

The screaming stopped as soon as you stepped in the room. Familiar, yet chubbier, less intimidating, and smaller faces filled the room.

"Who are you?" A voice came from the kitchen entrance. A young boy, about 10 or 11 stood there with green hair swooping down his forehead just before his eyes. You realized with a start that the kid was Barbatos. Behind him, you could see Simeon, who must have been about 8, holding a bundle of wriggling cloth. The other demons had stopped fighting and were watching you, Solomon, and Barbatos. After getting over your intial shock, you walk over towards the kitchen to relieve poor Simeon from holding Luke. As you took him, you turned to face the rest of the demons.

"My name is MC. I'm....I'm your babysitter. That over there is Solomon. He's going to be a helper." Solomon nodded and joined you in front of the little ones.

There was a moment of silence, and then Diavolo stepped forward.

"It's very nice to meet you MC, Solomon. I'm Prince Diavolo of the Devildom. Did my father organise this? He said that I should make some friends, but I didn't think....i didn't think I needed supervision."

"Yup! He sure did, but he's going to be on business duties for a while. I'm here mostly to keep you guys from hurting yourselves and each other. As well as make sure you eat."

Diavolo stared at you for a moment.

"Well, thank you. I guess we should get to know each other know, right?" He whirled on his heel to face the brothers

"Wait! Why am I here? Why is he here? What's going on?!" Simeon started to panic. "You're all demons, I'm an angel. Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong? I swear I'll repent! I'll never do it again!! MC why am I here?? Do you know why?? Did I do something...sinful?" His voice dropped to a whisper, his pleading, tearing eyes looking up at you. You handed Luke over to Soloman, and got down to look Simeon in the eyes. You gently cupped his face, he grabbed your hand and leaned into it, letting himself cry freely. You could hear the other boys start to stir.

"I guess not all angels belong in heaven, huh?"

Simeon crumpled to the floor, sobbing. You shot a warning look towards the boys, not entirely sure which one had said it. "Why don't you guys go play a game?" You wanted them to leave you and Simeon alone long enough for you to comfort him properly.

"Why should we listen to you? You don't even know our names." Lucifer came forward, arms crossed, chest puffed, and a slight pout. "I'm the oldest of my brothers, so I do what I want to do. And they listen only to me and what I say."

"Well, what do you want to do?" You ask.

"I want to play a game."

"Good idea. You, Diavolo, and Barbatos are in charge."

The demons left.

"...didn't you sugget they play a gane in the first place?" Solomon asked.

You ignored him for the moment and wrapped Simeon up in your arms and held him close.

"Simeon... you dont have to look at me, but please listen when I say this. You have done nothing wrong. Dont think about what they said. Diavolos father and God had a chat about trying to make friends across realms. They thought that younger kids would be more able to get along. But they needed someone who was strong, brave, kind, creative, funny, friendly, and who would always try their best and never give up." Simeon tilted his head up to look at you. Wiping tears wih the palms of his hands and sniffling, he said, "so...I was chosen because they...they think I'm all those things? Do you think I'm all those things?" You hugged him closer to your chest. "Nope. I know you're everything they said and more." You would have stayed that way a while longer, but Mammon came bursting in.

"THERE'S ANOTHER BABY AND IT'S TRYING TO KILL LUCIFER, IT CAME OUT OF BELPHIES BLANKET PLEASE COME HELP HIM! IT'S SO FAST, IT WENT NYOOM! LIKE THIS, AND THEN BAM, LIKE THAT, AND NOW IT'S LIKE NOM WAH NOM WAH AND LUCIFER DOESN'T WANT TO HURT IT BUT IT WON'T STOP PULLING HIS HAIR AND POKING HIS EYES, PLEASE COME HELP!"

You were on your feet before he had finished reenacting his scene, and holding Simeon's hand, you rushed to see what was going on.

Oh... oh

Lucifer was battling a small, screaming green ball of fury, looking very disheveled and confused. He was in his demon form, so his younger brothers had taken refuge behind Barbatos, except for the twins, who were on the opposite side of the room. Beel was chewing on Belphie's blanket, Belphie was sitting up watching, giggling, and clapping. Diavolo kept trying to approach Lucifer.

"NO get away from me you little- hey you too Diavolo! I don't need any help! O-OW! STOP THAT, BABY! WHAT DID I DO?? NO, DIAVOLO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! I DON'T NEED ANYBODY'S HELP! I CAN DO IT BY MYSE- OW!

You walked over, and after gently uncurling his fingers, you managed to get Satan off of Lucifer. Satan wasn't very happy with that, and started kicking and screaming in your arms...until you said the magic word.

"CATS! Do want to see some cats?"

Solomon shot you a questioning look, but you pulled out your D.D.D and searched for "Funny Cat Videos".

"...meow?" Satan looked at you for the first time without a hint of anger in his eyes. "Meow." You responded affirmatively. You gave him your D.D.D, and then turned to look at the remainder if the boys.

"....ok. I'm not going to ask what happened or who exactly was involved. We're just going to try again, ok? Now-"

"Wait! We still don't know their names!" Simeon had gained some confidence back. "...actually, how did you know my name? I never told you." You quickly gave Solomon a mischievous glance.

"I can read minds." You turned to look at the other boys again.

"Oh yeah? What's my name?"

Mammon strolled up to you, hands on his hips, chest puffed and with a huge, cocky smile.

"You're Mammon, the second eldest. You like anything shiny, and you don't like sharing." Mammon's face was priceless. You hadn't said much, but it was enough to convince him that you were the coolest person he had ever met. "Ok. You can stay."

You laughed internally, and continued to interact with the other boys...until you realized that Lucifer was missing.

"Has anyone seen Lucifer?"

"Oh, yeah. After you got that baby off him he walked away down that hallway." Mammon replied offhandedly.

This concerned you. "Ok everybody, Solomon is going to do a magic show!"

Solomon seemed a little surprised. He came up to you and whispered, "I thought I should get working on dinner. Are you sure you want me to...play with them?" "Yes, I'm sure. Just make sure my D.D.D isn't close to dying otherwise Satan may not take well to that. I'll only be a few minutes, then I'll get to work on dinner." Your comment about Satan seemed to be enough to convince Solomon to stay.

You started making your way down the hallway when a small hand took yours. You looked down to see Diavolo. He pulled your hand gently. "I need to tell you something without anyone else hearing." You knelt down so that he could whisper in your ear. "I know you lied about my dad. What's actually going on?" You facepalmed internally, for having forgotten about Diavolo's ability to discern the truth from lies. You chose your next words carefully.

"I'm sorry I lied, and I'm very grateful that you came to talk to me one on one instead of yelling it in front of the other boys. It could have made them panic more, but you acted like a real prince for me. Thank you. Right now, your dad just isn't able to watch you. These other boys don't remember me, but I knew them very well before. (You hoped for the sake of simplicity, that this child would not ask, 'before what?') But I can promise you this. I will do everything in my power to keep you and everyone else safe and happy." Diavolo looked thoughful for a moment, then nodded. "Ok....though I don't really mind either way. I wanted new friends!" He swiftly turned to rejoin the others.

Now to find Lucifer.

Chapter 3

[madmadmilk]

okay, fucking WOW. i need a place to rant and scream and cry a little bit. no need to read this,,,, (TW: homophobia, family)

wow.

wow.

wow.

i consider myself to be a pretty tolerant and open-minded person, i'll even ration out some patience towards ~prejudiced and idiotic people~ (if i have to). i 1000000% won't entertain their wack ass opinions, but i may not... totally cut them off for it. i just let them be...

but oh how fucking terrible.

(i'm working on clearing out the list of people i tolerate, ha)

but yeah. i have just been burned HORRENDOUSLY by my boyfriend's dad's-side of the family. i've put up with so many little things, but i may draw the permanent fucking line here....

maybe it's because i curate HAPPY, POSITIVE, and INCLUSIVE places for ME to hang out: within my family, with the friends i make, who i chose to share info with, with social media, with the movies and books i watch and read– i only make room for things that make me feel safe, and make my loved ones feel safe. it's pointless to live my life any other way than this. but maybe it has actually made me intolerant of having lasting relationships with people who make me feel otherwise

like..... it horribly feels like,,,, i fucking forgot how UGLY people are on the outside of this bubble. how truly IGNORANT, INSENSITIVE, DISGUSTING, and plain old MORONIC people are, when i'm forced to interact with them.

god. damn.

anyway here's what happened:

my bf's birthday is on sunday. he's celebrating with his lovely mom's side on saturday with a small picnic. then with his dad's family on sunday. (pretty much everyone is vaccinated except for me and him btw). but yeah, his mom's "party" is just him and i coming over for barbecue. his dad's would be something at home, and he told my BF to invite some friends over too, as long as the numbers stay below 10. fair, i guess. it just so happens that my boyfriend is closest friends with MY cousins right now; quarantine and PC gaming has brought them very very close together. it warms my heart that my family and my boyfriend accept each other so well.

sidenote: i'm cool with his mom's side. but his dad's side makes me feel like i need to consistently have my fists up and scowl on. they are horribly prejudiced.

so yeah, my boyfriend brought up inviting my three cousins over to his family. 3 whole brown filipino-chinese guys lol. extra detail but,, the oldest one is gay, and he asked if his boyfriend of 5 years could come over. [in my family, my cousin was super depressed before coming out– but since then, he is proudly himself and just... himself lol. idk he's just my cousin, and he's someone who has introduced me to so many cool things in life.]

>> so, out of courtesy, my BF tells my cousin about his homophobic family, and my cousin is still down with it cos he can deal. and again, out of courtesy, my BF tells his dad and his fucking step-mom about it too.

and they fucking ambush my boyfriend about it over (their) dinner. (i am not there) intially, they were excited to meet my family, as we've been dating for nearly 8 years and they haven't even met my parents yet. but once my BF explained that the plus-one WASN'T a girlfriend, and was instead a boyfriend of my cousin's,,, his step-mom lost her cool. she is loudly homophobic, and dismissive saying that she doesn't want to serve gay people in her house. she can """tolerate""" it outside, but she would never want to see them dirty her home.

my boyfriend is a sensitive, but seething soul and he was so appalled that he couldn't even speak. he was just shocked that her intolerance still finds new levels. his younger step-brother defended him, but in a 'gays are not even a big deal moom' kind of way. and the his step-sister/cousin was like, 'not a big deal chill.' and it just made him feel worse, because they're trying their best to calm the situation, but they're still stupid as fuck about it. i'm not sure what he was able to say befor ehe left....

but he just texted me crying saying that he feels so bad that he couldn't stand up for my family, our family. i told him it's alright– i understand the sudden pressure to answer, and that they are just the most selfish brand of people in the world. they're so stupid that i'm not sure they could even hear him. it's horrible, horrible horrible to witness this, even when you aren't being "discriminated" against. it is disturbing to see the ugliest side of people, YOUR FAMILY.

augh.

it makes me think that i've been protecting MY parents, MY sibling, MY extended family from theirs, by not introducing them sooner. they have never let me feel at ease enough to bring people that i love into their fucking stratosphere. god. they have said so many off-handed things for 7-8 years and i just can't stand it. why would i let my mom, or my fucking dad hear this? be around this? NO.

i'm literally simmering, because i told my BF that if my family ever came over while his family said some dumb shit, that i would become a villain in their home. i won't hold back, because those are MY cousins. god damn. i'm literally seething– because, at the same time, they would NEVER do stupid shit in front of me.

they are scared of me. of my opinions. of my voice. of my relationship with their son.

i had them on my facebook once, but once they supported That Fucking Guy, i visibly unfollowed, unfriended and spoke up against them. i draw lines, they know that about me. they know not to cross me or else i will snap back faster than their own son.

unfortunately for my boyfriend, he lives with that side of his family because of finances and other stuff. his older sister's have ex-communicated his dad because he cheated on HIS mom with HER brother's WIFE. that's why my boyfriends cousin is his step-sister too.

i can't stand this.

i know i protect myself with happy spaces, but that is so fucking unsavory. i'm not sure if i want to put up with them for the sake of my boyfriend. he's not even sure if he wants to put up with them. i don't want to judge but wow.

unbelievable.

i'm gonna go for a walk

[amazingorangedangantrash]

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1. Who makes the first move, and how?

Kamukura. Whilst he isn't the type to rush into things (he likes to think his actions through), he also isn't one to hesitate either. To him, Naegi would be one of few people who he finds... endearing. I think after spending some time together, Kamukura would realise he likes this person. The idea of having a 'friend' is weird enough as it is, so, hey, why not take it a step further? He's always looking for new stimulation, new experiences, and he isn't exactly going to get romance out of his teachers is he?

I imagine once Kamukura comes to the conclusion he wants to try dating Naegi, it's a blunt and quick confession. Jsjdjsshsj I imagine the two of them are just like chilling or eating lunch or something and Kamukura is just like, "Naegi, go out with me" and poor Naegi is just like "yeah oka- wait what-?"

And, well, Naegi likes Kamukura and hey, he's not going to say no to that but wow is this guy forward

4. Who can't keep their hands to themselves?

Once again, I'd have to say Kamukura. He's not pervy or anything like that, but at the same time if he's certain he wants to do something, he'll do it, without reservation.

(And if that something is pulling Naegi close to him and cuddling with him then so be it.)

Whilst I imagine he'd be a little shy about physical contact at first (not that he'd admit that to himself), once he gets the hang of it he adores it. I take him as the kind of guy who's actions speak louder then his words, so he'd convey his feelings with little, subtle displays of affection, like taking Naegi's hand into his, pulling him close, resting his head on his shoulder etc. (All completely straight-faced of course, but, uh- that's part of his charm.)

I also like to think Kamukura is quite possessive too (he won't admit it, but romance is completely foreign to him, and for the first time he's actually scared of getting it wrong-), so when he's around people he might feel threatened by or uncomfortable around (either fellow students in a pre-despair AU or future foundation members in a post-tragedy AU), he finds himself latching onto Naegi more. It's a mixture between sending the signal that Naegi is his, and also a desire to hold him close, out of a subconscious fear of him being taken away.

Naegi is physically affectionate too, but I actually think he'd be a little more shy about it in public- (he's happy to kiss Kamukura, but the other man always seems to want to make a show of it in front of their peers...) once they're alone, however, he reciprocates just as much. Moreso once he realises Kamukura's love language- they can spend hours with Kamukura's head in his lap, with Naegi running his fingers through his hair comfortingly.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

Ooh good one! Hmm... I get the feeling that, especially at the start of their relationship, there'd be quite a few misunderstandings and conflicts. Kamukura isn't just new to romance, he's new to- well- being human. There's bound to be some uh... roadblocks in their relationship.

Kamukura is talented, as we know. But he's not so good at expressing himself- feelings are something foreign to him, a being made from numbers and statistics. Whilst he could try to bribe Naegi, with meaningless words or gifts, he knows that's not want Naegi wants. It's more important to him that they understand the root of the problem, and why they fought. If it was really a serious fight, he'll do something that doesn't come easy to him- try to sit with Naegi and talk it out. Kamukura is Logic, Naegi is Emotion- they complement each other, yes, but they also have trouble understanding each other too, so they try to work on their communication.

Each time, they learn a bit more about how the other ticks, and their relationship only grows stronger for it. (If it's not so much a serious fight, Kamukura will give gifts and use small gestures to convey his apology instead- he doesn't say sorry often, choosing to reserve it for the moments he feels he's truly Done Wrong).

Naegi will probably need space at first- and then he'll feel guilty about jumping to conclusions and leaving. Once he's had time to let the intial anger and upset simmer, and his head is clearer, he'll try to think about why what just happened did. Naegi is a person who's quick to forgive, so, regardless of who (if either) of them is in the wrong, he'll want to make up soon as possible. Depending on what the argument was about, he'll either give Kamukura a bit of time, letting the other think, or go back to find him straight away. Naegi is much more verbal in his apologies- they aren't any less genuine, it's just how he communicates. He'll apologise about how he reacted, and will promise to try and keep his cool next time. He wants this relationship to work, and wants them to sit and talk about it- if it's about something Kamukura is uncomfortable with, then he'll be okay with giving him time, and apologise for pushing. He'll sit with him, holding him tight, and will clear out his schedule the next day, so the two of them can spend time together uninterrupted.

24. Where do they first have sex?

Abdjsjdj you guys really like this question huh?

Once again, I imagine Kamukura (once he decides that, yes, Sex is a Thing He Wants To Try) is the first to initiate- the idea, anyway. I can't imagine any highschooler having anything sex-related as their ultimate talent (Ultimate Matchmaker, Ultimate Romantic at most), nothing explicit anyway, so whilst he'd know the common stuff, his general attitude towards it would be more or less the same as everything else.

Ahdhsj I can imagine him after some careful consideration, randomly coming out with, "Naegi, I want to have sex with you", and Naegi, dropping his spoon into his third bowl of cereal like-

"Wh- I- right now-?"

And, well, like, he isn't entirely against the idea, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't had... certain... ideas about his boyfriend and sure he's considered potential developments in their relationship, and Kamukura is coming really close now, and he's looking down at him with that really hot determined gaze he has whenever he's invested in something, like Naegi is just another one of his experiments for Kamukura to do so with as he pleases and shit that sounds really hot and they're kissing and-

"Waitwaitwait wait- let's talk about this first!"

And then they're seated on the couch- Naegi considerably redder then he was before, and Kamukura with a near unnoticeable pink tinge to his cheeks.

"Naegi, I don't believe this is how sex-"

"Yes I'm aware of that."

Anyway because Naegi is a Good Boy, and because I'd hate to disappoint my Year 10 sex ed teacher, they have a long, important talk about consent first- does Kamukura really want this? He's not doing it because it's what society expects right? Because, well, Naegi isn't adverse to sex, not all all, but he doesn't want Kamukura to feel pressured into anything, because, he remembers Kamukura told him before he wasn't really attracted to anyone- not like that? So, um, he doesn't have to go out of his way to try and please Naegi if it's not something he wants himself. Naegi is totally okay with not having a sexual relationship-!

And then Kamukura is taking his face into his hands and oh- he's kissing him, long and hard and deep and really it isn't quite fair that he can be this good at this kind of thing when he hasn't even had any experience so someone must be lying about their talent because there's no way he can be so perfect all by himself-

"Naegi."

Kamukura's gaze locks onto his own, and Naegi feels his breath hitch in his throat as he sees the pure desire in those burning ruby orbs, embers set alight.

"I want it."

(If anyone asks why the sofa seems to have been replaced from the last time they saw it, Naegi will cough slightly and look to the side, muttering something about a leak in the ceiling, and Kamukura will shrug, the tiniest, littlest of smirks dancing at the corners of his lips.)

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

*incomprehensible sobbing noises* oh geez where do i even start-?

For Naegi, it's seeing this side to Kamukura he shows to no one else. And, sure, he'd love it if people were a little nicer, a bit more understanding, that, hey, he is human. But- yet- there's something special, about being the only one. The only one who sees what Kamukura looks like when he wakes, the slight furrow to his brow, the way his movements are just slightly slower then usual. He gets to see the little twitch of Kamukura's lips when he's amused, see the softening of his expression. Normally no one notices when Kamukura is nervous, but he does, he feels it in the way the other's grip tightens around his hand, how his gaze flutter ever-so-slightly to the side, eyes widening a fraction.

He remembers the first time he hears Kamukura laugh- laugh! Kamukura! Laughing! And it's such a strange sound, those silky smooth soft tones rising in pitch, sharp notes, unfamiliar and hesitant drifting into the air.

Makoto thinks it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Every time Kamukura shows Naegi another part to him, the part of him that's not 'the science project Ultimate Hope', but Izuru Kamukura, the human, Naegi falls a little bit more in love.

He wants to see it all- he wants to see Kamukura laugh, and cry, and blush, and shout, and smile, and sing, and even if he doesn't do any of these things, and keeps that blank face on forever, it's fine, because Naegi knows he's still the only one who gets to receive Kamukura's love, however he shows it, and he wouldnt have it any other way.

Kamukura loves what Naegi teaches him.

He can't do complex equations in the span of a second, or sculpt a masterpiece in minutes, or invent an experiment in hours or publish a book in a week.

But he does what no one had ever tried to teach Kamukura before, and it's- its-

It's how to live.

Naegi teaches him what it means to be human. To live his life, instead of pass through it numbly.

Naegi finds worth in everything, and, to someone like Kamukura who can't find the worth in anything, he's-

He is perfection.

He is perfect in his imperfection. Naegi bakes him a cake for his birthday (he wasn't even aware he had one. He was made, and that was it, no one had ever given him reason to think that worth celebration) and it was- imperfect.

It tilted to the left a little, the layers were uneven, the icing too inconsistent, the writing off-centre, and the taste too sweet.

He saved the candles and placed them in a box.

His birthday gift was handmade too- a chipped mug.

He drinks out of it every morning.