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patchwork-oil · 9 months

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❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

The front door jingles and opens.

Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess.

Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now.

“Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

“Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door.

“You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside.

“You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

“Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

“I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

“I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.”

“I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm.

“Fucker,” he spits.

“And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

“Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

“You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled.

“Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.”

“You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.”

He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch.

Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away.

We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

“Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

Eh? Ruminating over.

“Earth to (name).”

“I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment.

“Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.”

A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch.

“Food’s ready.”

“Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.”

“Mhm.”

We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table.

“Kar?”

He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling.

“I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing.

“Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game.

I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.”

“If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.”

“Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

“I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.”

“Gross, in front of my chicken?”

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“Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

“Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

“It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

“I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

“You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting.

“You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

“Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

“Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

“We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

“Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

“No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

“YES! That’s the spirit.”

We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra.

A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

“FUCKING-“

“No no no, focus-“

Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us.

We launch ourselves at the goal.

Everything is still.

A successful note starts to ring.

“YES HOLY SHIT!”

“Oh my god!”

We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

-at the same time he turns to look at me.

Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

“I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

“No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect.

What.

The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

“Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window.

“(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that.

I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts.

“We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place.

“Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door.

“What the- (Name)!”

“Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door.

Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

Why am I freaking out so much?

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Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

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recurring-polynya · 7 months

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Writing/Art Update 3.5.2024

So, Polynya, did you finish the fanfic? Well...sort of? No. No, I guess the answer is actually no.

Last week, I said I had two and a half scenes left, one of which was the epilogue, and one scene I wanted to rewrite. I wrote the scene and a half that were not the epilogue, and then I tried to do that scene re-write. It came out better than it was, but I still didn't love it. I figured I would just go ahead and write the epilogue and then maybe come back and try again. 3/4 of the epilogue went great, and then I just couldn't manage to end it, and got stuck for three days. I went back and tried to re-write that scene I didn't like *again*, and barely got into before realizing that the way I was hoping to make it better did not, in fact. Yesterday, after Much Struggle, I managed to pull together an end to epilogue with is...okay...but I don't love it. So the current state of things is: 107,408 words, and it is strictly speaking, A Whole-ass Fanfic, but with two half-scenes that I hate.

It's really frustrating, because I had a bunch of productive weeks in a row, and my brain has just utterly collapsed on me in the eleventh hour. I've been trying so hard to push it over the finish line, but it's one of those things where I can't just brute force it, I need to somehow have a good idea. I am also so so tired this week. I know, logically, that probably I just need to relax and rest up for a few days and this will be easy to fix when I am feeling better, but it's hard to relax when I have this stupid almost-but-not-quite-done fanfic hanging over my head.

Here are some other stupid facts:

The scenes in question are important and I want them to be good, but they aren't exactly load-bearing, in the sense that nothing else depends on them

I don't even *need* the epilogue, and in fact, after I realized that I end all my Heart is a Muscle fics with people drinking (not on purpose, I'm just unoriginal), it made me want to drop the whole thing on principle (except that I also don't because it's sort of a thematic lead-in to the next story in the series and also Ukitake is there)

The two problem scenes are way at the end of the fanfic. When I do start posting this thing, I plan to post one chapter per week like I often do, meaning that I have literal months to fix these

Chapter 1 is beta'd and ready to go and literally nothing is stopping me from posting it this very second

BUT I don't want to post Chapter 1 until my beta has seen the whole fic because what if she notices something in Chapter 12 that needs to be fixed back in Chapter 1

AND literally nothing is stopping me from just sending my beta the last few chapters with a little note on the scenes I'm not happy with. It's highly possible she might have some ideas! Or just be like "you are insane these are fine"!

EXCEPT I don't want her to see my bad writing that I am embarrassed about

And so, here we are. I am probably going to give it another day or two, and if I can't manage to fix those two scenes, I'll just suck it up and send the rest to her.

I guess I also should re-do the banner, except I don't feel like re-doing the banner. It's....okay. I don't know. I just kind of slapped it together based on a thing we were doing at Art Club. Maybe I don't even want a banner.

Speaking of Art Club, it's March now, which meant there was a new theme at Art Club (nature) and I decided to try to get back into my daily drawing. I think this is possibly what killed my momentum on my fanfic. I am just literally only capable of having one priority at a time, even if it's a little tiny one, otherwise my brain just plays tug of war with my priorities and it's hard to manage either of them.

Anyway, I've been in kinda rough shape for the last few days, but I am sure it will pass. It's got some good bits, but I think I just never really managed to fall in love with this one, and I'm really worried about it getting a cooler reception than I'm used to, since the fandom seems to have quieted down significantly since the last time I posted one of these. On the other hand, I've worked too hard on this to not post it. Also, it's got some stuff in it that had to happen for the series to progress. And maybe other people will like it! Who knows! Not me!!

I had hoped to be able to start posting it this week, but that's not looking likely at this point, so I guess you can have another preview.

--- from Ch 3

"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble," Rukia pointed out, as she methodically piled her bowl with a heaping serving of everything on offer.

Renji grabbed a big pinch of the shirasu before passing it over to her. "It's fine. I'm not sure when I'll be up for cooking again, so I'm trying to clean out my fridge."

"Oh, so I'm helping?"

Renji grinned. "Sure."

"I love helping! If you need me to take this pickled ginger with me, I could take it off your hands."

"I think the pickles will probably keep for a bit."

"Hmmph," Rukia replied skeptically, and scooped some more into her bowl.

It was always difficult not to just sit and watch Rukia eat, in part because she truly did have an extraordinary talent for shoveling food into her mouth, but mostly because it reminded Renji of why they had come to the Seireitei in the first place, of how lucky he was these days. You have to go to work, too, this morning, he reminded himself, and dug in.

"You know, speaking of helping…" Rukia said a few minutes later, once she'd managed to eat enough to shave the edge of her morning ravenousness. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

The pleasant feelings in Renji's chest abruptly turned cold and gloppy. He frowned, and raised one eyebrow skeptically. “Yeah?”

Rukia looked up at him with her big, stupidly blue eyes. “Do you remember when we talked about how important it was for you to have a comfortable and peaceful recovery from your surgery?”

“I do. I distinctly remember asking you to drop it and not bring it up, again, actually.”

“Right, well, I never actually agreed to that. I think that you should come stay at my house.”

Renji gave her an incredulous look. “Your house? Kuchiki Manor, you mean? Your house that is actually my captain’s house?”

“It’s very nice there, as you know. The food really is very good and we have a million servants with nothing better to do--”

“I am sure they have better things to do, Rukia.”

“--and you can sit in a sunny spot in the garden and I’ll read you books and it will be so much nicer than staying in the Coordinated Relief Station!”

Renji heaved a huge, exasperated sigh. “It’s a nice idea, Rukia, but think about the look on Captain’s face if you even--”

“He said it was okay.”

Renji felt all the blood run out of his face, possibly out of his body entirely. “You asked him?”

“I know you’re only getting it done because he ordered you to. He obviously wants you to do your best to heal up well. He cares about you, too, you know, in his own way.”

Renji stiffened, his fingers tightening on his chopsticks. “You probably told him the whole story, then? How I broke my arm in the first place?” His voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away.

“Not the whole thing!" Rukia shook her head vehemently. "He knows you broke it saving me, that's the only important part.”

Renji drew in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. All he could focus on was the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. “Why do you always have to do this?” he finally managed through gritted teeth. “I asked you to just leave it, but you never can.”

Rukia shoved out her lower lip. “Maybe if you took care of yourself half as well as you take care of everyone else, I would!” she protested. “Just let me spoil you for a few days, would it be so terrible?”

“Yes.”

#writing update #art update #here's hoping that posting all this will expel it from my system and i can turn around the fix my stupid bad scenes

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emi-nova-music · 7 months

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—*♪,» WELCOME ONE AND ALL ——•°.

hiii! i’m a 19yo college kid making magic however i can! i’m non-binary (they/nova pronouns), queer, neurodivergent, and i adore my strangely specific process and unique set of influences that lead to some cool ass shit! when i’m not jamming, i’m drawing, designing characters, building websites, and playing games 🫶 don’t hesitate to reach out

my main blog is @emerystellar as a general hub for all my creative stuff, and my crazy tumblr hermit spam all goes on @andromeda-absurdity !

—*♪,» LINKS ——•°.

Spotify || Bandcamp || Youtube || Apple Music

music carrd !! — main website !!

—*♪,» GENRE/INFLUENCES ——•°.

i’m pretty broad and experimental so it’s hard to narrow myself down, but i’d say i fall somewhere between jangle pop, psychedelic rock, shoegaze, and indie jazz! some of my biggest influences are louie zong, mild high club, miracle musical, buried beds, vince guaraldi, toby fox, koji kondo, the avalanches, and temporex :]

for extra reference, here’s my giant playlist of all the music i listen to, and a really big list of weirdly specific genres i like! you can also ask me about influences/inspirations for certain songs, associations you make, Anything, i’d love to hear and conversate about it!

—*♪,» RIGHTS AND USAGE ——•°.

feel free to use my music in any personal projects, youtube videos, animations, character playlists, anything, as long as you do two things:

1. credit me however applicable (link to the song, my website/bandcamp, just listing the song title and artist name, etc)

2. show me what you made!! i absolutely ADORE interacting with the creative works others make and i wanna see what ways you use my creations!! 🩵

the only other thing of note is that if you want to remix/make a cover of my song, keep it non-monetary (i.e. keep it to soundcloud and/or youtube)!

addendum that i’m not great at transcription but if you need stems of any songs/sheet music/garageband soundfont titles, etc, i’ll do my very very best to provide!

i’m very very open to collabs, but i am extremely bad with deadlines “- forcing inspiration never really works for me, but if you’re okay with my weird process and want to hmu, please do so!!

—*♪,» GENERAL FAQ ——•°.

• i use garageband on my phone to write most of the time (sometimes bandlab or acoustic instruments, usually various pianos or organs)

• i use distrokid for platform distribution and i seriously recommend it it’s ridiculously easy and super cheap too

• my process is usually pretty linear, starting with a melodic idea and moving from start to finish with the song, then going back and buffing it out making it meatier and tweaking things as i see fit! then i’ll usually adjust the pitch/speed at the end simply bc the analog sound is a lot more pleasing garageband can get a little sterile after listening to it for so long :]

• writing a single song will usually take me anywhere from 2-6 hours depending on the complexity, spanning however many days (i have drafts that have been sitting in my phone for MONTHS bc i’ll often switch between them so none of them get too stale) -> however, some of my live songs work a little differently, seeing as a lot of them (especially on what never left the nebula) are actually almost completely improvised… you'll never guess which ones >:)

• i’ve been playing piano and singing since i was a toddler, but i started formally making music and being serious about it in 2017! i’ve come a long long long way, don’t look for my old soundcloud /hj

—*♪,» THANK YOU!!! ——•°.

if you’ve got any other curiosities or comments please don’t hesitate to send an ask!! i love when ppl engage with my music so please please by all means feel free to :] thank you so much for sticking around this long and have a stellar day!!!

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gallus-rising · 2 years

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here we go. i’m doing it and no one can stop me

i am (going to attempt) to rank all stands by sexiness starting with the JoJo’s themselves. by the end of this “project” all of the winners will be pitted against each other in a final showdown, as judged by me, Standfucker Extraordinaire. unfortunately no TJL stands will be included as we’ve not seen enough of them in action. sorry Jodio 😔

plz keep in mind that these are only my objectively correct opinions u-u

11: Tusk Act 1

marketable plushie lookin ass

10: Tusk Act 3

change up the colors and this thing the world’s ugliest sleep paralysis demon

9: Hermit Purple

its just vines. idk what i’m supposed to say. comes w Joseph’s slut energy built in. it’s cool that its purple i guess?

8: Tusk Act 2

Johnny you have 4 stands and almost all of them are ugly as sin wtf man. the design is finally fun so points for that at least

7: Crazy Diamond

now we’re getting onto the fuckable stands babyyyy

Crazy Diamond is just a tad much. his colors are ok, the hearts coordinating w Josuke’s design are cute. but then there’s the plating, the helmet, the tubes(??), and he even suffers from jjba Codpiece Syndrome. it’s all a bit much and doesn’t quite fit. in some of the anime promo art they gave him a sparkly diamond texture, but besides that i don’t care for him all that much.

6: Star Platinum

using the DiU palette bc of all the Star Platinum colors it’s the best. the pastels are cute and make for a fun contrast w the big muscles

an oldie but a goldie. bc Araki hadn’t gotten his footing w stand designs yet Splat looks more unique in retrospect. hair and clothing, capable of facial expressions, a tasteful loincloth as opposed to Another Fucking Codpiece.

i also think it’s cute how artists like to draw him w starry hair :>

5: Gold Experience Requiem

GER? this guy fucks. there’s simply no other way to put it. he fucks so hard. unfortunately points have to be redacted for that dead eyed stare and unmoving grimace. GER could be so much higher if he didn’t have such an awful baked in expression and this will become an unfortunate running theme. maybe if GER had more screen time that could be mitigated, but alas...

4: Stone Free

one of the few female stands, which sucks bc Araki goes off w girl stands. just look at her. the blue accented by gray, the radical bright green sunglasses, the sexy hints at her string powers, she even complements Jolyne nicely if stand/user synergy is needed. she’d probably be higher up if we saw more of her bc Araki prefers to show off her powers via having Jolyne psychically unravel which is fun! but does mean this beauty didn’t get enough time to shine 😔 not sure how i feel abt the bumpy texture as well. makes things a bit busy

3: Tusk Act 4

finally!! after 3 shit stands Tusk strikes gold in the final hour. its weird, its pink, its got (jo)stars its a cowboy, what more could you want??

more screen time goddamn it!! Tusk Act 4 gets like 2 and a half physical appearances across 2 parts. Araki wtf man. Tusk Act 4 just fucks so hard tho so it’s gotta be top 3

2: Soft & Wet

YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEA!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FUCKABLE STAND! Soft & Wet is the platonic ideal of a MC stand. fun mechanical parts, cute little face, the Stand Tubes finally serve an aesthetic purpose and aren’t just awkwardly tacked on. he also has such pleasing colors and silhouette. i love him so much and he’s easily one of the best, cutest, most sexy stands in all of jjba

However

Soft & Wet has 3 variants and they all look the same. base Soft & Wet, Josefumi’s Soft & Wet, and GO ⭐ BEYOND are identical. so many good multi-stage stands and Soft & Wet drops the ball on every level 😔

1: Gold Experience

Gold Experience is not just fuckable, he’s h*rny. nonstop GE everyday all the time GE is just Like That and the sheer confidence of it all overpowers the few negative aspects of his design. even the Fucking Codpiece

GE has more than 1 facial expression and a sexy alt form to mix things up. he pairs w Giorno perfectly. he’s got a Lot going on w the loud colors, ladybugs, wings, helmet, teardrop markings, vague insect texturing, and hints of The World. but unlike Crazy D it all ties together. amazing. flawless. unbelievable.

and if you don’t know what i mean when i say GE is h*rny. BEHOLD:

in every one of his Iconic poses he is dtf. the h*rniest stand for the h*rniest part. this is how it was meant to be godbless godbless and goodnight.

#*furious pecking*#jjba #the standfuckining #<- to block this nonsense

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Hey again! (Omg, I'm already bugging you again) I love that you're doing matchups at the Valentine's Day event and I'm so excited! You nailed it when you matched me with the man I love (Jotaro) but I was curious to know which other character I could match with in JJBA🙈

Oh, and it's here the link for my matchup: https://at.tumblr.com/strawmariee/hello-i-see-your-requests-are-closed-but-i-hope/aqy86643wxwm

My Hobbies: Well, I really like listening to music (I can spend the whole afternoon doing that, my poor ears lol), drawing, writing or reading fanfics or whatever, watching movies or series, exercising (I'm trying) and dancing.

My Appearence: Well, I'm a short girl (1.57cm/5'2), I have medium, wavy and dark blonde hair. I have green eyes, I'm thin and I'm also very white (Actually, in the sun I look like Edward Cullen). And I also have to wear glasses because without them I'm almost blind🥲

What I want out of a relationship: I want my boyfriend to treat me like a princess, you know? That he respects me, gives me my space when I need it and that he shows how much he loves me because I am a very insecure person🥲. I would like us to spend time talking about what we have in common and that when he has a problem he would run to me so I can comfort him🥺. And also that he laugh at my jokes because I love to tell them!

Dream First Date: Wow, whenever I think of a first date I always imagine myself in a movie theater with him. He would choose a horror movie on purpose just to scare me and hug him. And then he would take me to the beach where there would be a picnic waiting for us! Like that:

And I'm so excited to read everything you'll write! I'm sure it will be perfect as always!!😍

notes 💌: hi love :) you're the first person in this wonderful event, so happy valentine's day, dear! i am super honored to host an event like this, so thank you for supporting me and wanting a matchup! in this event i am playing cupid and super excited to match you up with someone new. I know I matched you with Jotaro, but I think I found a new man that fits you just as well <3

the character Cupid chooses for you this Valentine's Day is...

GYRO ZEPPELI!!

I know, I know, he's a lot different than Jotaro, that's for sure

but hear me out

the man is tall

really tall

so he will compare heights and call you short as a joke

he thinks it's cute though

he loves your eyes

as a fellow green eyed human being, he cant help but stare into yours all the time

he will braid your hair

yes

(please braid his too)

this man will absolutely treat you like a princess

it's kind of his thing

like i feel like thats how he wants a relationship to be

after he met johnny, gyro has learned to respect everyone, so you dont have to worry one bit about him respecting you or giving you space, because he is already prepared to help you with what you need

he is your #1 hype man

he calls you beautiful all the time and really shows that he loves you with all of his heart and soul

he loves talking to you, so expect a lot of long conversations with this man that last for far too long but are too much fun

and yes, to know that you are his hype girl makes his heart swell

he loves that you are there for him as much as he is for you

you two tell way too many stupid jokes and end up laughing for hours

and this is why i thought he was perfect. you have a lot in common, but those differences are what make you fit too :)

💌How would he ask you to be his valentine???

you would just be all comfortable at home chillin and mans comes in with a GIANT ASS TEDDY BEAR trying to squeeze its fluffy butt through the door, and a big bouquet of roses. he would give you his iconic smile and set all of the silly little valentine's trinkets on the table in front of you. "will you be my valentine?" he asks, a stupid grin slapped onto his lips. you giggle and run over to hug him nearly knocking him over. "of course i will, dummy."

💌 Valentine's Day Date

After gyro hands you an insane amount of valentine's day gifts, he leans down and presses a kiss onto your lips. "so, what do you want to do for the special day?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "I think we should-" "A horror movie sounds great." Gyro winked at you and you couldn't help but burst out into laugher. "Very romantic, Zeppeli." You joked, putting your hand lovingly onto your chest. "Isn't it?" Gyro handed you tickets that he had already purchased weeks ago. "Let's not be late, yeah?" You just smiled and latched onto his arm, letting him lead you to the movie theater. The movie wasn't long, but it sure as hell was scary. You knew why he chose it, so you could cling onto him whenever you got scared, but you left the movie theater with wide eyes. "I didn't mean for it to scare you that bad, darlin." Gyro gave you a concerned look and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss onto the lobe. "It wasn't that bad," you giggled, clutching onto his arm. "I mean, it was a good movie and I got you hug you the whole time, but I don't think I want to see a horror movie for a while." Gyro giggled at you and you two went for a short walk. You had no clue where the two of you were headed, but he sure did. "What's this?" You asked as he led you onto the beach. "Oh, nothin." Gyro said in a singsongy voice before looking down at a fully set up picnic. "Oh? What's this? A romantic picnic on the beach for two?!" You stared at it for a second and looked up at Gyro with a huge smile. "Gyro! I love it! How the heck did this get here?" "Johnny." Gyro laughed. "He helped me get it all set up." You quickly sat on the picnic blanket and watched the sunset while Gyro set up both of your dinners. You clanged a glass to his and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." <3

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facks-stories · 1 year

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Note: this isn’t proof read, sorry for any confusion on wording

Summary if you don’t wanna read it all:

I’m basically quitting the social part of Tumblr because I remembered how I hate talking to people online. Also art I said I’d make i will, but *Insert excuse* I’m not even going to say it will be done or even started soon, also even if you don’t want to read the next nine paragraphs, please skip to the end to appreciate the art that @colbyandmillie and @art-mushroomy made for me

Extra shit:

What are you not doing?

What’s going to happen to the blog

Why?

So if you didn’t give a shit why are you doing this?

Cool, but what about the promises that were already made?

Who?

What about the ask blog?

Art

I won’t be reposting, commenting,asking [anon included] maybe even liking anymore posts or blogs, I just don’t feel like having someone angry or upset about me for something I can’t control, I will still follow pages but that’s about it, this blog is probably but be art every blue moon.

But now that I won’t be socializing on this account I’ll just post all art I will make and all story scenes I will make after posting it on it’s right blog [the 1-2-3 au blogs] so really this account will be somewhere to see all my art if you don’t wanna check all 3 other blogs

I hate when I can’t tell if someone doesn’t want me to do or not say something/ wants me to do or say something. And online its hard for me to try and see what you mean. This goes for almost anything. Like being rushed, I can’t tell if someone online is rushing me while being angry or not, and using things that look negative to me [using a . Or 😑🫤😐😬 ect.] make me think you are angry whether you are or not, so I’m not going to ask people to not use them, I don’t feel like possibly getting into a argument because my ego/feelings is hurt.

Normally I wouldn’t care if someone is being a ass knowingly or accidentally being a but rude, I probably would have forgotten about it but it’s because what they were asking be was something I didn’t want to do because of lack of being excited for it and energy. Now normally I only need one/only have one, but right now I couldn’t give a shit about drawing fanart, and honestly I don’t think if you asked me to draw Mimu in like 5 days I’d want to. Then I dreaded it for 2 days just to draw something I might delete later in a hour. Like holy shit my ego needs to be worked on because all of yesterday and Friday night was spent being pissed because I didn’t want to draw 4 characters despite having fun those two days 😀

It wasn’t even procrastination at this point the only thing I actually want to draw is Mimu and probably pretty soon I’m not going to want to do that, I don’t don’t think I will be non-petty if I keep talking and making promises,

Eventually i will draw all the peoples characters that i said I would, but I don’t want to half ass it because I’m angry and tired so it might not be anytime soon and they all may have honestly forgotten that I said I would in the first place

“Who the hell am I talking about” for the one random person that might see this, basically inde asked me to complete what I said I’d do so a bit is based off of that but I don’t blame him [if you are wondering why this feels a bit short it’s because I already wrote it but didn’t save before my phone died]

Despite me barely getting asks that aren’t art request [with the few I do get] I will still keep the ask blog open, but still keep in mind that I don’t feel like drawing as many characters so it may just be Mimu for now

I did have people draw Mimu, and they will be in the background of the ask blog posts so thank you @art-mushroomy and @colbyandmillie

Colbyandmillie:

Art-mushroomy:

Alright thats all thanks for reading me being a crybaby for 10 paragraphs (or you came down here for the art, but thats good too)

[also not tagging inde because I want to let him be-]

Womp womp

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 5 months

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Hart and Hunter - Chapter 1 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

My feet pound the pavement and splash through puddles as I run in hot pursuit.

Orange-toned streetlamps flicker and cast ominous shadows on the rain-washed streets and a full moon peeks through the clouds of an unusually wet September sky.

Ahead, my quarry darts to the left, disappearing down an alleyway between two old brick-faced buildings.

I fly around the corner, expecting to be within arm's reach of my target and draw up short.

The alley stretches long, dark and deserted before me.

A streetlamp flickers and goes out and I curse the outdated infrastructure of this town, it's great for tourism but sucks when you're chasing a thief at two am.

Chest heaving, I scan the blackness and see a dumpster about halfway down, the only place an average-sized person carrying a backpack might hide.

Cautiously, I approach.

Then it occurs to me, what will I do if the guy I'm chasing is actually behind it?

Maybe I could take him, then again, maybe not.

Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, I will myself Unseen.

Being part Fae has its perks.

Cautiously, I approach the dumpster, my senses sharper than a cat's as I draw near, sight, sound, smell, taste and touch all expanded well beyond human range.

Details stand out like the edges of broken glass, sounds ring like bells in my ears and scents confront me like the flickering images of an old-school film-strip.

Fortunately, the world is fairly quiet at this time of night but there's still plenty to hear, the thump of music in a nearby nightclub, water dripping in metal drains, the quiet rumble of midnight traffic, a dog barking in the distance somewhere.

Brought to a halt by the almost painful assault, I squinch my eyes shut and do my best to block out everything beyond the confines of the alleyway.

After a few deep breaths, my focus returns but so does my doubt.

Four hours into the second night of a long stakeout, Dane and I had caught our guy red-handed.

Excited by the chase, we'd taken off in pursuit but the thief proved fleet of foot.

We'd split up... Dane circling to cut him off while I drove him on and now there was no sign of my more combat-ready partner.

It occurs to me that the thief could be armed, being Fae doesn't make me bulletproof and the super-healing werewolf trick belongs to Dane.

On the other hand, I've been itching for some action and I'm always telling Dane I can handle myself.

Time to prove it.

I take another deep breath, steel myself, creep forward and leap around the side of the dumpster with a somewhat high-pitched shout, hoping to take the thief by surprise.

There's no one there... Shit.

With my focus broken, my disguise flickers and I'm visible once more.

Swearing under my breath, I scan the alleyway again but it's definitely deserted.

Long and narrow, its walls are the backs of two old buildings housing a number of small businesses.

There are several emergency exits and back doors along its length but I'd bet my last dollar every one of them is locked.

Still, I'd been on the thief's heels, there's no way he could have reached the other end of the alley that fast.

'He's being chased by a werewolf and a Fae, Julian' I remind myself.

'Why shouldn't he be the Flash?'

Swearing again, I sprint for the end of the alley... with all the time I've wasted sneaking up on dumpsters, the thief won't have needed superpower to have gotten away... round the corner and promptly collide with six-and-half-feet of solid muscle.

"Whoa," Dane says, catching my arms to keep me from falling on my ass.

"You okay?"

"Yes, fine," I gasp.

"Did you see which way he went?"

"No. Didn't you?"

I shake my head.

"I lost him."

"How? You were right on his tail."

"I dunno."

I catch my breath as the excitement of the chase fades.

"What took you so long?"

"I tried to take a shortcut but ran into a bunch of people coming out of that nightclub on Third. Had to walk. Pretty sure someone saw me running and called the cops, anyway. We better call it a night and get out of here."

Unhappily, I scan the darkened streets but he's right, our quarry got away and there's no sense hanging around.

"Fuck," I grumble, as we make our way back up the alley, retracing my steps.

"We were so close."

He tugs on his ropy dread-lock hair as he does when agitated and sighs.

"Yeah. Woulda been a nice clean end to the case, as far as we're concerned, thief caught red-handed, no more break-ins. Now we better split before we're the ones who get caught."

"You used to be a cop," I remind him unnecessarily.

"I thought they were your friends."

"Not all of 'em and there were a lot of retirements last year. Half the force probably joined after I left. Even some I'd have called a friend in the past might hassle us now, just for the hell of it. Can't even blame 'em, time was I hated private dicks just as much."

I snort.

"I thought you loved all kinds of dicks."

He smacks my ass playfully.

"Nope. Only yours."

I roll my eyes but before I can come up with a good comeback, we reach the end of the alleyway and I pause, distracted once more by its length.

"What is it?" Dane asks, following the direction of my gaze.

"Just thinking this guy must be a real track star."

He shrugs.

"You'd be surprised how fast people can run when motivated, especially by a fear of being caught. The predator's instinct is undeniable but the prey's is ten times as strong."

"Tell me about it," I mumble.

He rubs a hand between my shoulder blades and I suppress a shiver, I know that fear too well.

A year ago, I'd been forced to serve as 'prey' in a ritual hunt, chased by a deranged Shifter and a bunch of power-hungry Wolves.

Dane had saved me in the end but I hadn't escaped unscathed.

I'm over it now... mostly.

As my Mate, my brush with death may have affected Dane more.

We've had plenty of work since we started 'Hunter & Hart Investigations' but I know he's turned work down, too.

He keeps away from anything violent or dangerous or rather, he keeps it away from me.

I don't mind, to be honest but it's nice to see some action at last.

We continue on down the otherwise deserted streets to the spot where he'd left his car.

The battered old Ford Explorer has just come into view when a patrol car turns at the next intersection and cruises towards us at an ominously slow speed.

Dane swears and pulls out his wallet, ready to show his ID in case whoever's behind the wheel doesn't recognize him.

The car comes to a stop opposite us in the street, the reflections on the black windows obscuring the interior as effectively as a two-way mirror.

The longer nothing happens, the more nervous I get and I shift a little closer to Dane's side... as if my scrawny ass could shield him from harm.

He's an Alpha in the world of Wolves and Fae but we inhabit the human world, too and it's just as dangerous.

He'd told me his former boss, Chief Laura Coleridge, ran a tight ship with a good crew but that there were bad apples in every barrel.

I knew what he meant and excused the mixed metaphor.

We wait, neither of us daring to move and then the driver's side window rolls down and a familiar face leers at us.

"Gotcha," Detective Erikson says, wearing a shit-eating grin and Dane bristles even as the tension dissipates.

"That isn't remotely funny, Erickson," he says.

"And you know it."

"Eh?" Erickson shrugs and looks between us.

"What the hell you two doing out here, anyway? Not poking your noses where they don't belong, I hope."

I scowl.

Erickson is gay but deeply closeted.

He resents the fact Dane's openness hadn't affected his career as much as it might have and resents him more for leaving that career behind.

Meanwhile, he resents me for rejecting his past advances, which were cringe-worthy and persistent.

I don't like him very much.

Remembering what Dane had said about people coming out of a nightclub, I slip my arm around his waist and mold myself against him, adopting what I hope is a provocative pose.

"We're just out for some fun," I say, lisping a little as I lean into the stereotype.

"What are you doing here, Detective? They got you on the night beat, huh? Who'd you piss off this time?"

As expected, that gets him and he narrows his eyes at me as his self-satisfied smirk vanishes.

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ralofofriverwoods · 1 year

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hii i admittedly don’t remember much about your ocs so i dont have specific ones in mind, but here r some ask prompts for whichever ocs u wanna answer it for: 5, 6, 9, & 21

(i can’t be assed to try and copy paste them all on mobile <3)

That's alright lol I have not posted much sensible stuff about them. Once I get the master post up it’ll be good I think

This was wayyyy longer than I thought it would be 😭 so answers are under read more

I color coded the names bc it’s easier to read for me

5 - how far is your oc willing to go to get what they want?

Virthik will go pretty far, but once it gets too inconvenient or dodgy he tends to split off of whatever the original idea was, and try and do it himself. Or he just gives up on it all together, if it’s not super consequential. Path of least resistance and all that

Farlian refuses to hurt friends and aquaintances she likes, and prefers to not mess with regular people, especially when they’re just kinda normal n well mannered. She’s pretty good at persuasion tho, so it’s much easier to avoid killing/hurting people

Zuft’zahr can and will drain you of your life savings if it’s important enough, and has enough contacts to get what he wants when he wants it. He just prefers less extreme stuff so he doesn’t have to write as many letters.

6 - how easy could your oc be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

Virthik has. Questionable morals to begin with, but he won’t cross the boundaries that he does have for almost anything. He’s gotta draw a line in the sand somewhere, even if it’s a little bit weird and scraggly and too deep in some places

Farlian can be convinced, it just takes a lot of time and energy. If it’s presented well enough she could be tricked, but whatever is done would have to be fast so she couldn’t ponder too long.

Zuft’zahr has also got arguably questionable morals, he’s just a little more flexible with it. If there’s a good reason to go against what he feels is right he’ll do whatever is needed, but he doesn’t like crossing his boundaries too much. He’d much rather look over all the options for hours before making a decision over taking someone’s word for what it is. Which he has done before lol his fav shout is slow time for a reason

9 - do you have a specific lyric or quote you associate with your oc?

Hsgdhshsjs oh boy do I. I have so many. So so so many. I will only list a few but I have almost every song on my liked playlist(600+ songs) assigned to at least 1 character

Ok so farlian I associate with a lot of dirt poor robins songs, mostly the songs All There Is(deluxe edition), Enchanté, To The Heights, and Babylon. Ofc there are quite a few but I am also a little biased bc they’re amazing. The lyricist is what I imagine she would sound like, so it’s a very hard task to choose just one lyric. I’m sure I have a quote assigned to her somewhere but I have like 13 different oc info storage places and I would not be able to find it in a reasonable time lol

I associate Virthik with a lot of moodier ajr songs, like The Good Part and The Dumb Song, but that may be a little bit of projection when I feel frustrated haha. I also associate him with some rock songs like paper machete, little sister, what the peephole say, friends in low places, etc. generally more angry+loud stuff or sad mad stuff, if that makes sense.

I don’t have near as much for Zuft’zahr, unfortunately, but I know for a fact he would listen to lemon demon songs a LOT. And maybe some of The Correspondents

21 - does your oc have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

Virthik has got some chronic shit going on just kinda. All over. Turns out turning into a fucked up gutted dragon semi frequently really takes a toll on the body. It’s not too bad all the time, but it’s normally semi evident. When it flares up he mostly just tries to avoid the northern parts of Skyrim, so the cold doesn’t exacerbate it. He’s also trying to make some potions to help out some,

He’s also got anxiety, ‘specially in often populated spaces like dragonsreach and the bigger cities. He definitely prefers hanging with the dragur and dwarven automata. he’d rather die than admit it, but it’s definitely there. Most of the time it’s manageable but sometimes just skipping a crowded area for a few hours is best. Hes also been trying to do breathing excercises, since he found out about the whole Dragonborn thing. It’s mostly for the shouts, but it helps with the anxiety too.

Farlian has whatever flavor of adhd that I have and doesn’t really focus on any one thing fully, but like. I’m not diagnosed by anyone other than my friend who has it, so take that with a cup of salt. She just gets all of my not sad brain juice, so whatever I have she has.

Zuft’zahr has a glaring lack of issues compared to virthik especially, but his role in the big metaphorical picture is ‘the reference material’ or the grounding force. So he’s meant to be like taking a step back, grabbing a bite to eat and a nap, and looking at your problem again in a few hours with a clear mind. He gets to be a little bit more ‘normal’ because of that

I’m always trying to learn more abt different mental stuff, but If I don’t know about it in great depth I won’t add it to a character explicitly. Makes it hard to simulate their character if I don’t know exactly how their brain works, yk?

Buhh sorry this took so long I was not able to focus on it for more than like 10-15 minutes at a time, so It was hard to make it make sense. But I hope u liked my answers!!

#I can elaborate if desired as well #random #farlian’s ask box #ask farlian #farlian’s ocs #damn I have so many personal tags now.#and I don’t think any of these bitches actually work #oh well #oc ask meme

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aeondeug · 1 year

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almost 7 hours into ciconia phase 1 now. ww4 is starting and miyao is like nooo i'm gonna save the world.

i am wondering who the conspirators are, which is a first for me with when they cry. normally i am simply content to enjoy the social dynamics and the horror elements. now i am actually curious though. probably because it's in a genre i actually care about.

thus far i am thinking they must be among the people who actually appeared frequently in the first portion of the novel. just for fairness reasons. though i will keep an eye on the others. but like if it is just in that group that was frequently appearing that cuts out several kettes immediately. and all but one member of the one kette. part of me thinks that one of miyao's personalities may be among the conspirators, assuming that one thing is a personality. still, the fact that meow can apparently hide shit outright and given that she is able to so closely monitor him does put her higher up on the suspect list. though really the only reason they are there is because everything about miyao is just suspect as shit and his father is continuing to add to that. so him being among the conspirators simply makes sense.

granted that may also simply be too easy an answer and instead be there to like draw attention away from like fucking chloe or some shit.

i need to go over the text and look to see which kettes had people with doubts. since the one who sent the message was apparently in one that didn't have everyone agree. which does mean that the idol girls are out since they were all on the same page immediately. that implicates people in rethabile's kette from what i remember. sadly my memory is very ass...which means that realistically i should be taking notes but why do that???? i am dumb...

anyway. can't wait to see these children end the fucking world.

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latina4rmbx · 2 years

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Time, Where Art Thou...

The last book I read, I spoke on it in my last post but didn't divulge too much, I hope.

Gentle Reminder: It was called The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Well, I am reading a new book, essentially almost done, written by a South Bronxite named Adam Silvera entitled They Both Die at the End.

I realize that both of these books deal with the passage of time. I'll elaborate of course.

Question 1: What would you do if you knew you had all the time in the world? Like literally you can't die and you will live hundreds if not thousands of years. What would you do?

Question 2: What would you do if you knew you were going to die within the next 24-hours? You don't know when. You don't know how. You just know this is your final day on earth.

Each of these books are essentially love notes to time. Here's the kicker, whether you want it to or not, time is going to keep going. Think about the passage of time, in your own life. You know everyone has the same 24-hours a day. Some people are utilizing their 24-hours to make their dreams come true. Some people are utilizing their 24-hours to make someone else's dream come true. Sadly, there are yet some who use their 24-hours to do nothing at all.

Time flies when you're having fun. Think of yourself as a 12 year old person who was just let out of school for summer break. To most of us, we thought the summers passed by so quickly. Now, think of yourself as whatever adult age you may be and how long do the summers feel? Don't include this summer of 2022 because Summer checked out like it was late. Fall came right in and walked right by us and straight to cold ass weather.

When you think about the passage of time, do you notice, when you're doing something you rather not be doing, time seems to go by so slow, but if you're doing something you like or you're with someone you enjoy the company of, it passes so quickly. An hour is an hour no matter how you look at it.

Whether it passes quickly or slowly, it's still the same 60 mins.

Here's where you really see the passage of time..When you're children are growing up. We don't celebrate ourselves enough...I'll expand on this thought in a moment.

Having children and watching them grow and learn and seeing the same things they do with new wonder, it's the most exhilarating thing to ever experience. It doesn't have to be your children. It can be a niece or a nephew or just your BFF's new baby. Watching these little humans explore and learn the world shows you the real passage of time.

Back to that odd ass thought. We don't celebrate ourselves enough. As adults we don't seem to celebrate ourselves. Like, if you take a pregnancy test and pass (I worded it this way because it all depends on the outcome you want) you should friggin' celebrate. If you cook a really good dinner, have a glass of wine with it and listen to some good music. We celebrate every test and (shitty) drawing our kids give us, why can't we celebrate ourselves the same way? Because we're adults? Funk that! Because we're adults we should be celebrating ourselves more.

I was mad while I drove but didn't curse anyone out...CELEBRATE with a cookie or whatever you use to celebrate the little things. A sticker? Buying a new pen? Watching your favorite show? Whatever you feel is the best celebrator of you. I mean, why not right? That's not a bad way to pass the time.

I'm going to answer the questions posed above because I don't think it fair I pose the question to you and not give you a response.

Family, you can write me and tell me your responses if you'd like. You could also just sit with the questions and think about it because these aren't easy questions. We don't know what the future holds right?

Question 1: I'd see all I could see. I'd go everywhere and I'd attempt to do everything. I mean, the fear of death is off the table, so then there'd really be no need to fear anything. Think about it...Every fear we have leads to death. I've never thought of that until I just typed it but in truth, even if we can't articulate that THAT is the actual fear, it is. Why do we fear heights? We don't like the feeling we get when we're high up. We're not in control and we don't know if we'll fall...and do what? Let the congregation say: DIE!

I hope that came off as light hearted as I intended it to be.

So I'd do everything I can. The money is there, we just need to go get it. I'll make my money, invest, buy stocks, CDs, bonds, etc. I have hundreds if not thousands of years to accumulate. You can't take it with you, right? So I'd spend the shit out of it and have every experience I want. There is such a big world out there and I would want to see and touch and explore all of it.

Question 2: Now the response remains the same "I'd see all I could see." To paraphrase, I'd LIVE! I'd want to be with my kids and my grandkids. My partner and my family. I'd want to share laughter and swap stories, maybe have a pre-funeral, funeral. I'd tell everyone I could how I felt about them, good or bad. I mean, I don't have a lot of time so you'd be getting a mass text. No hand written notes on my last day. Sorry lovies.

The whole point I'm trying to make is that I'd LIVE. Whether I live to 1,000 or just for another 1,000 seconds I would make the best of my time.

Now here's the kicker familia...I am making the best of my time right now! Did you know that was possible? Because it is. It doesn't have to be anything crazy. Writing this blog is me making the best of my time. Listening to music is making the best of my time. Reading is making the best of my time. Why? Because these are things i enjoy. To others it may seem lazy and unproductive but it's far from that. Do you realize how much my brain thinks about the next blog, whether it be tomorrow or next week or next month or next year...My brain stores these ideas so I'm constantly going over things in my mind.

I'd like to say Thank you for reading the crazy thoughts of a random woman. I appreciate anyone who takes the time out of their day to read the ramblings of my mind. Now go out and LIVE!

XOXO

Thanks for reading

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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Insatiable

Dad's Best Friend!Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

3.8k words

Part 1 Part 2

Smut & fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, fingering, oral, dirty talk & praise, soft orgasm denial, very mild alcohol use by Bo & reader, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, pretty, and lady at one point

Alright who wants a weekend sleepover date with Bo Sinclair? Everybody? I thought so. He's gonna take real good care of you, darlin', don't you worry.

I just have to say, I'm thrilled so many people love this AU as much as I do. I did not intend on it becoming an ongoing thing but it's honestly such a pleasant and comforting headspace for me to be in and I'm so happy it seems to be the same for many of you. Also dilf!Bo is the soft dom we all deserve you can't change my mind.

Despite Bo’s instructions, you did pack clothes. It took no convincing for your parents to wish you well on your weekend trip. You felt a little guilty for lying to them, but the prospect of them finding out the truth was infinitely worse.

In less than an hour you were in the car on your way to Bo’s place just a few miles away, flush with anticipation. His house was a cozy, blue-and-white craftsman with a well-kept lawn and thriving flowerbeds. Per his instructions, you pulled your car around to the four-car garage in the back, typed in the code he had texted you and secreted your car inside. With your overnight bag on your shoulder, you climbed the front steps and knocked on the door.

“‘S open, darlin’!”

You let yourself in, set your bag down on the couch in the front room and wandered down a short hall to a split kitchen and living room. Many of the furnishings seemed to be antiques, smooth dark wood and worn leather. Music played from a speaker on the counter and Bo was busy chopping vegetables.

“Hey stranger.” You rounded the kitchen island and kissed him.

“What took you so damn long?”

“I was just asking my dad if he needed me to pick anything up from you while I’m here. I think you borrowed a drill one time? Just wanted to see if he wanted it back.”

Bo pointed the knife at you. “For the record, you ain’t funny, and he borrowed the drill from me.”

“So now you’re drilling me, is that it?”

“Alright, maybe you’re a little funny.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I need you to sit that fine ass down and let me concentrate.”

You obliged, perching on one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island, examining the intricacies of his bare arms as he worked. You felt a little nervous and weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was the sudden intimacy of seeing him in his own space, of being a guest in his home. “What’re you making?”

“Jambalaya, since you seem to like the taste of Louisiana so much.” He winked at you. “Now I am no chef, but y’all are incapable of makin’ decent Southern food out here, so I had to teach myself a few things.”

“It smells delicious.”

“That’s just onions, peppers, and celery, darlin’, welcome to Southern cuisine.”

You spun your stool around to examine the living room. There were a lot of framed sketches on the walls, ranging in dimension from the size of a postcard to almost half your height. “Do you draw?”

“Nah, that’s my brother, Vincent.”

“He did all these?”

“Mmhm.”

You hopped down and moved closer to inspect a few of them. They were simple, almost abstract, with just enough detail to evoke emotion, memory. “They’re really beautifully done.”

“He’s an artist.”

There were dozens of sketches but hardly any photos. You studied one in particular, featuring a much younger Bo, a shorter man with a broad grin, and a third man with long, dark hair covering half of his face. The uncovered half was remarkably familiar.

“Are you a twin?”

“Yup. That’s me on the left, Vin on the right, and our kid brother Lester in the middle.”

“Do they live around here?”

“No. We’re all scattered to the wind.” His tone was flat, not unfriendly, but guarded. Maybe a little sad.

Today was not the day to disturb those particular skeletons. You moved around the room, exploring the bookshelf stuffed with mass market paperback copies of horror thrillers, the shotgun hanging above the fireplace, a beautiful chess set on the coffee table with pieces that looked hand-carved.

“Did Vincent make this too?”

“That was Lester. The pieces are bone.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

“He’s a crafty one.”

“I don’t know how to play chess.”

“That makes two of us, darlin’. Les may be crafty, but he ain’t always practical.”

You laughed. “Maybe we can learn.” Returning to the kitchen, you put your hands on his waist, pressed yourself against his back. “You have a very nice home. Thank you for letting me visit.”

“Anytime, baby girl, you’re always welcome.”

“You have a very nice ass too.”

“‘S all yours, sugar.”

You tucked your hands into the waistband of his jeans. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I need you to quit distractin’ me so we can eat today. Why don’t you open that up?” He handed you a corkscrew and indicated a bottle of wine on the counter. You poured a glass for yourself and one for him. Bo took a sip and shooed you back to your barstool. “Tell me about school.”

He listened attentively as you described your degree, your favorite classes, the weird guy who always tied everything into the Divine Comedy no matter what the subject was. He asked you questions and you taught him some of the finer points of your particular interests. Before long, the food was ready.

It was, of course, wonderful, and after dinner you curled up with him on the couch, your legs stretched across his, the summer evening sun bright and golden through the windows. You looked around at the room and when your gaze wandered back to Bo, you found him staring at you wearing a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe you’re here with me, darlin’.” He squeezed your thigh. “Musta done somethin’ real good in a past life to deserve a moment like this.”

You slipped your small hand into his big, rough one, scooted closer so you were practically in his lap. “Lucky I came home for the summer.”

“Lucky they kicked me outta the boondocks and I ended up in the suburbs fixin’ your daddy’s truck.”

You laughed. “Why did you leave Louisiana?”

His smile didn’t fade, but it shifted, became wistful. “Sometimes, you ain’t got no choice but to burn everythin’ down and start over.” He looked at you knowingly. “There’s a lotta ghosts in Louisiana, darlin’. I pray you never meet any of ‘em but me.”

“What about your brothers, do I ever get to meet them?”

“Sure, at the weddin’.” You choked on your wine and Bo laughed. “I’m just kiddin’. Not even a sweet thing like you can make an honest man outta me. Yeah, I s’pose I’d introduce you, if they were ever in town.”

“Are either of them still in Louisiana?”

“Nah. There wasn’t nothin’ left there for any one of us.” His grip tightened on your hand. Your eyes settled on the thick band of scar tissue surrounding his wrist, same as the one on his other arm. You had noticed them before, hadn’t wanted to comment on it. He rolled a mouthful of wine around his tongue before saying, “Go ahead, darlin’, you can ask.”

“I don’t need to.” You shook your head. “Someone hurt you, I don’t need to know any more.” He turned his hand palm-up on your lap and you ran your fingers gently over the marks.

“I used to think that was the way o’ the world,” he said. “Someone hurts you, you hurt someone else, and on we go, destroyin’ each other.”

“What do you think now?”

He looked thoughtful. “I think life is more about buildin’. I think the world is a dark and terrible place full o’ dark and terrible people, and if you find somethin’ bright and beautiful, you do everythin’ in your power to keep it safe.”

You furrowed your brow, regarded him carefully. “You’ve hurt people.”

You watched the shadows flicker across his face, the way his eyes hardened. He smiled coolly at you, flipped his hand back over, rubbed his thumb across your knee. “I most certainly have, darlin’. And there’s somethin’ about ghosts, they never stay put where you want ‘em to.” His smile faded and he looked at you seriously. “I will never hurt you. I promise you that.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

He bit his tongue behind his lips. “You should be, darlin’. You prob’ly should be.”

You set your wine on the coffee table, took his and placed it there too, adjusted your position and pulled him over so he was lying with his head on your chest. He leaned into you without resistance. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, rested your cheek against his brow, said nothing because you weren’t sure there was anything you could say that he would believe. You hoped it would be enough to hold him against your heart, that maybe he would take the hint.

Finally you ventured, “You’re bright and beautiful. To me.”

Bo looked up at you sideways, his devastating baby blues dancing with amusement and something else you couldn’t quite catch. “You gonna keep me safe, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“How are you s’posed to do that when you keep leadin’ me into temptation every time I turn around?”

“That’s the trick,” you said. “You can’t get into any trouble if I never let you leave the bedroom.”

Bo chuckled as he sat up and kissed you, pressing his tongue delicately against yours. “You wanna come see my bedroom?”

“I would love to.”

He helped you to your feet, led you down a short hallway and into his room. The bed was king-sized with a big wooden headboard. A sizeable dresser stood against one wall, an armchair in the corner. The focal point of the room was undeniably a large art piece hanging above the dresser, nearly four feet long, an asymmetrical geometric pattern formed by pieces of wood slotted together. “Did you make this?”

“That I did. I like woodworkin’.”

“It’s amazing, how long did it take?”

“Oh, five minutes.”

You elbowed him in the ribs. On the wall near the armchair hung three more of Vincent’s sketches, all curves and contours, tasteful representations of the female body in compromising positions. “Bo Sinclair.”

“Yes dear.”

“You have porn on your wall.”

“Take off your clothes and I’ll have porn in that bed too.”

You couldn’t keep the grin off your face. “They’re beautiful.”

“You ain’t listenin’ to me, why you still dressed?”

You turned around right into his open arms. “I want you to do it.”

He huffed. “I gotta do everythin’ ‘round here.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” You pushed him away lightly.

Bo sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m expectin’ a show.”

“Didn’t you get enough of a show this afternoon?”

He smirked. “I never get enough o’ you, baby.”

Slowly, you undid the buttons on your shirt. He made an approving noise, leaned back for a better view. When you shrugged off the shirt and allowed him a full view of the lacey, front-fastening bra you had on underneath, his eyebrows shot up.

“You wear that for me?”

“Sure did.”

He let out a low whistle. “Do the panties match?”

“Mmhmm.”

Bo licked his bottom lip. “Show me.”

You unbuttoned your shorts, pushed them down your thighs. The set was a rich teal, stunning against your skin, the fabric translucent. Bo was reaching for you before your shorts hit the ground.

“This ain’t allowed. You keep takin’ my breath away like this and they’re gonna give me an oxygen tank.”

You straddled his lap, hands on his broad shoulders. “Has anyone ever made you cum in this bed?” you teased.

“Just myself thinkin’ about you, angel.”

Your stomach flipped. No one had ever said that to you before. “You don’t bring anyone home?”

“I live a celibate lifestyle.” You made a skeptical face at him. “I don’t like strangers in my house. If they want a piece o’ this they gotta take it where they can get it.” He fell back onto the mattress, bringing you with him. “You can get it anytime, anywhere, baby girl.”

“I want it here now.”

“Anythin’ for you.” He caressed your cheek and you melted on his lips. His hands were rough on the bare skin of your back and thighs but his touch was gentle and warm. Your kisses grew fervent; you groped for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him, trailing your lips down his neck and chest.

“I want you, Bo, I need you.”

In a flash, he had you on your back, hands pinned above your head. You gasped, arched your back. “Want me so bad, huh?” he murmured, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby girl?”

You nodded quickly. “Uh-huh.”

He let go of your wrists and unclasped your bra, opening it up to free your breasts. He circled his tongue around each nipple in turn, drew it up the center of your chest. You threw your head back, moaned, squirmed.

“I need you to tell me if I’m doin’ a good job for you.” He trailed two fingers down your midline, hooked them in the waistband of your panties, pulled the front down to expose your sex for just a moment before letting it snap back into place. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

Bo stood up, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and settled on his knees between your legs. “‘S just you and me. You make all the noise you want, darlin’.” He pushed your panties aside and slid his middle finger into you, eliciting a long, drawn-out groan. “So ready for me, such a needy lil thing.” He stroked the inside of you slowly. “How’s that feel?”

“Good….”

Your focus narrowed to his touch at the exclusion of all else. “You want more?” You nodded. “Use your words, angel.”

“Yes, please.” You whined when he added a second calloused finger.

“I know, darlin’, I know.”

“Bo….”

“You’re doin’ so well for me, moanin’ so pretty.” His thumb rubbed over your clit and you cried out, bucked your hips. “Y’like that?”

“Y-y…yes.”

“Tell me how you feel, baby girl.” He did it again, firmer this time.

“Oh, Bo….”

“Use your words. I know it’s hard.”

“S-so good.”

He rewarded you with a steady, circular rhythm, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of you at the same time. You felt the pressure building deep in your core, canted your hips to push him in deeper.

“What d’you want?” he said softly.

“Mm….”

“You want me to make you cum?” You nodded frantically. “I’m all yours, baby girl, but you gotta tell me what you want.”

“I-I…I wanna cum.”

“I ain’t stoppin’ you, baby.”

“I….” Your thoughts were scrambled, incoherent. “I…want you….”

“I want you too.” A frustrated cry escaped your lips. You were so close. He was holding back. “You’re doin’ so well, darlin’. What d’you want?”

You gulped in a deep breath. “I-I want you…to make me cum.”

“‘Course, baby.” He pushed a third finger into you, shifted the angle of his thumb, knocked you over the edge in seconds. He didn’t even need to ask; you wailed in the pleasure of release at last, felt yourself clenching around his fingers, heard him hmm with satisfaction. “There’s my girl.”

You let out a string of tiny sounds as you came back down and he took his fingers back. He held your gaze as he sucked them clean one at a time. “You did so good for me.” He stretched out next to you on his side, tilted your face toward him and gave you a gentle kiss. “Now…have y’had your fill, or would y’like a little more?”

“More,” you sighed.

“The lady wants more.” He kissed the bridge of your nose. “Happy to oblige, darlin’.” He slipped off your underwear, tossed it on the floor. “I got love to make to you.”

You opened your legs for him and he aligned himself with your entrance, already hard, having worked himself up while he worked you over. Bo thrust into you partway, slowly, grinned at your wanton moan. “Easy, baby.” He watched himself slide all the way into you with a lascivious look on his face. “Look at you takin’ me so well.”

He felt marvelous inside you, filling you up better than his fingers, sending rolling waves of pleasure down your legs and up your body. You grasped his arms, ran your hands over his shoulders, clasped your fingers behind his neck. “You feel perfect, Bo.” He kissed your wrist and lowered his weight on top of you. You locked your ankles around the small of his back and let him sink deeper into you with a gasp. “Fuck.”

With his lips against your ear, he crooned your name over and over. You clawed at his back, breath catching in your throat, feeling a second, rapid build coalescing around his cock as he moved in and out, steady and slow. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and he whispered hoarsely, “You’re mine, darlin’, y’hear? All mine.”

“Yours,” you panted, taking his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes as you collapsed around him, “all yours, Bo, I’m yours, Bo – ”

He groaned as he climaxed, gripping the sheets, spilling into you, lips parted, expression angelic.

You laced kisses across his chest, ran your hands through his hair as he buried his face in your neck. “You feel good, baby?”

“You ain’t never leavin’ this bedroom,” he mumbled. “Your daddy can come after me with a shotgun, ‘s fine.” You laughed and squeezed him with your legs. He kissed you sweetly, brushed his thumb over your lips. “Lemme show you how the shower works.”

“I think I can figure out a shower.”

“Nah, I gotta show you.”

You followed him to the adjoining bathroom and stepped into the shower with him. He held you close in the spray, resting his chin on your head. The man could not keep his hands off you, insisted on soaping you up, caressing your breasts, your stomach, your hips.

Before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, venerating you with his mouth, had you searching for something to support yourself as your legs threatened to collapse underneath you. You ended up clasping your fingers behind his head, holding him against you, trying and failing not to buck your hips into his face when he made you cum for the third time.

“Jesus Christ, Bo,” you said weakly as he stood up, gazing down at you with admiration. “You’re insatiable.”

“I like watchin’ your eyes roll back, that’s all.” He turned off the water and handed you a towel. “I’ll stop when you stop lookin’ so good.”

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, toweled off his hair, and kissed your cheek. “I’ll be on the back porch, darlin’. Don’t be too long.”

You retrieved your bag from its place by the front door, put on clean underwear, took the liberty of rifling through his dresser for a shirt. After pouring yourself another glass of wine, you crept out the back door and found him reclined in a deck chair on the porch, smoking a cigarette and watching the sun set.

He looked over his shoulder as you approached and the smile he gave you was so handsome, so enamored, it made your heart skip a beat. “Nice shirt.”

“I thought so.” You sank into the chair next to him, took his hand and looked around at the backyard. Like the front, it was neatly kept, surrounded by a tall privacy fence. The neighbors would most certainly not see you. “It’s nice out here. Peaceful.”

“I used to, uh…landscape for a livin’. And do little home repairs, cosmetic stuff, electrical stuff. Comes in handy.”

“How are you still single?”

He laughed out a puff of smoke. “Could be the emotional baggage. Might be the sex dungeon.”

“The what?”

“You ain’t ready for that yet, darlin’. Lemme tie you up first, see how that tickles you.”

“Are you telling me there’s a sex dungeon? In that cute little house?”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”

“Please?”

“You gotta earn privileges like that, baby girl.”

“How do I do that?”

“Oh, I’ll come up with somethin’. It’ll be real fun.” He kissed the back of your hand. “Y’got any plans for tomorrow?”

You stretched out your legs. “I met someone hot, I think I’ll spend the day with him.”

“Hmm. Someone from your peer group, I imagine. Age-appropriate ‘n all that.”

“Definitely.”

He clicked his tongue. “I hate to say it, darlin’, but I’m gonna have to kill him.”

“Now why would you do that?”

“I don’t like people touchin’ what’s mine.”

You laughed, stood up and sidled over to sit in his lap. He tasted like cigarettes and lust. You slid your hand down his bare torso, over the softness of his belly, hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I know I don’t.” His arm around your shoulders was warm and solid. “Y’got any requests for breakfast?” You shook your head and laid it on his chest. “Mm. Well I know what I want.”

“God, Bo, isn’t your libido supposed to go down as you get older?”

“What the fuck is that s’posed to mean?” You giggled. “Now that’ll earn you a trip to the sex dungeon, y’minx. You best watch that mouth.”

“Watch it do what?”

He huffed, grabbed your jaw, gave you an open-mouthed kiss. “Ain’t it past your bedtime?”

“Ain’t it past yours, old man?”

Bo slapped your exposed ass cheek. “You’re gonna love the dungeon. It’s real cozy.”

“Will you be there?”

“Oh, you bet I will.”

“Good.”

He chuckled, hugging you against him, and kissed your temple. The sun sank out of sight and the cool air grew chilly. You yawned, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Ready for bed, darlin’?”

“Yeah. Someone fucked me a lot today.”

“Hm. I bet he’s gonna do it again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“You best get some sleep then.”

Reluctantly you unwound yourself to stand up and stretch. Bo picked up your wine glass, pinched your ass, led you inside. You brushed your teeth side-by-side and then slipped between the sheets, cool and clean and smooth. They shared the same scent as his clothes. A thrill shot through your chest, cut through the exhaustion. How could you possibly be this lucky?

Bo switched off the light and you felt him climb into bed beside you. He drew you close, so hot beneath the cold blankets. You nestled into his neck, barely conscious.

“Goodnight, baby,” you mumbled.

He strung a crown of kisses across your head. “Goodnight, darlin’. See you in the mornin’.”

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bellesowl · 4 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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hisoknen · 4 years

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kinktober day 1: somnophilia warnings: noncon, somnophilia, drugging, stalking, unprotected sex, yandereish? wc: 2.1k

a/n: thank you @10millionyearsdungeon for helping push for the true creepy potential dabi has to offer and staying up to talk with me most days,, this is a part 1! first day of kinktober! i’ve been waiting to post this one and while my schedule will be wonky, i am so excited to write and to read things people are writing and meet new friends! if you’d like to add me to your kt taglist please feel free to!

“Really?” Dabi chuckled under his breath, swinging the window open. A long back and forth with Shigaraki left him irritated and wandering the streets late at night. He wasn’t quite ready to head back. If only he could find a place to crash.

That’s when he saw you—walking all alone down an empty street. Didn’t you know that there were villains out there? Depraved people looking for lost souls? You walked without a care in the world, holding your head up confidently as though nothing could ever hurt you.

He wanted to greet you, introduce himself maybe. But you looked too delicious to scare away. The moment you saw his scarred form, he knew you’d run away like the rest of them. He just had to be patient and treasure you.

He didn’t think you would be stupid enough to leave the house unlocked, though. Some people had too much faith in humanity, too naive for their own good. Never thinking that strange men would creep in at the dead of night to play.

Stumbling inside, he checked out the surroundings. The space was relatively empty, smelling of lavender and sage. Walking to the kitchen, he swung open the fridge, grabbing a beer, and flicking off the cap, taking a few swings.

Placing the bottle on the counter, he began wandering down the hall, looking for where the pretty little thing slept. From the looks of the house, you lived alone. There was just enough of everything for one person. Good thing too, he didn’t have the energy to entertain a Prince Charming who thought they could save the thing.

There was a small light at the end of the hall, quietly approaching he listened at the door before entering. You were facing him, body tangled within the blankets. Soft breasts, taut against the covers, begging to be sucked and groped. He could make out the subtle shape of your hips, knowing then that they were made perfect for his fingers to dig into.

Walking over to the bed, he wondered what you thought you were doing? Sleeping naked with your house open to anyone curious enough to come in, eager little whore. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his heart picked up for a moment when your body turned, pulling the covers even further down your body.

You had to know what you were doing—the dimple in the small of your back accentuating the shape of your ass. Your lower lips, glistening with arousal. Did you get off on the thought of someone sneaking in? Or were you just naturally a slut whose body was ready to get fucked at all hours?

Palming his cock through his pants, Dabi thought of the noises you would make when he pumped you full of cum. Wondering if you woke up, you’d pretend that you weren’t begging for this all along. How warm and tight your little cunt would be, tugging him in while he rutted his hips into you. He’d have to be careful if he didn’t want to wake you up.

The thought of you clinging to his body in your most vulnerable state. Unaware of what was happening to you and only responding to your innate desire for pleasure, sent a wave to his growing erection. His eyes glanced around the room, finding a bottle of pills. Standing he walked over to pick it up and read the label.

“Hmm,” he chuckled, placing it back. Dabi unzipped his pants slowly, shrugging out of his shirt and watching the rise and fall of your chest. Reaching in, he pulled out his cock, running his finger over the bead of precum that was already weeping from it. You looked delicious like that, sprawled out for him like a good girl.

You only moved slightly when the bed dipped under his weight. His fingers were running across your parted mouth, dipping in to feel the wetness of your tongue. He leaned down, landing a soft kiss against your supple lips. Pumping his cock while breathing against you, your nose twitched. He tightened his grip, stroking it, and imagining what his cock would feel like, buried inside your throat.

Too excited to wait any longer, he pushes your shoulder down back against the bed. He trails bites and kisses along your torso, drawing his fingers against them, feeling the imprints his teeth left behind. You would wake up littered with his marks, knowing that someone had staked their claim on you. He had claimed you as his.

He sucks at the insides of your thighs, your body shivering. You were so honest like this. Flicking his tongue out against your folds, he lapped up the arousal that was flooding your cunt. There was almost too much for how little he’d touched you.

He prodded at your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub and brushing his fingers up and down the slit. You were so good for him, letting out soft moans and shakes and unknowingly telling him what felt right.

“Such a pretty little thing, so tight for me.” He pushed a thick finger past your entrance. It was almost as if your sleeping body was attempting to fight him off with how tight you were. A loud moan escaped your lips, his head craning up to make sure you were still out. Curving his finger up, he began to stroke your walls, easing them along your gooey insides. The muscle was fluttering and contracting around him in gentle pulses. He shoved another finger in, groaning at the way you released to fit him.

The more he worked at it, dragging his fingers across the slick tissue, rubbing in circular motions, the more you trembled below him. Your tiny whimpers only spurred him on. His fingers wouldn’t be enough to make you feel good, though. He needed you to remember him when you woke up.

Pushing himself up, he tugged your hips closer to him. Dragging his tip up and down your slit, paying special attention to rubbing at your puffy clit. Your head shook for a moment. It was like you were telling him to go faster. By all means, who would he be to deny you that?

“Such a good little slut, getting my cock nice and wet.” He purred, sinking his cock in just enough so that you were clenching around the tip. He loved a thing that struggled against him just as much as the next guy. But having you so helpless underneath him, unable to flail against him, was something different that he never thought he’d enjoy this much.

You’d look pretty with tear-stained cheeks, begging him to stop while he pumped into your eager little hole. But that could wait for another time.

He pushed past your quivering walls, a soft groan rippling past your lips. He dragged your hips against him, making your body fuck itself onto his cock. Moving them in a circular motion with each pull-out, thrusting in entirely on the off beats. Your skin is so soft that his nails gradually sink in.

He shoved your left leg across your body. Your thighs were sticking together tightly with sweat. The new position causes your pussy to tighten around him even more. His hands, pushing down against your thigh, hips colliding with your ass each thrust.

You were perfect, just like a rag doll. Limp body bending and folding whichever way he desired. Your skin, soft and supple to the touch. It tasted so sweet against his tongue. No matter how much he groped you or pumped his cock in and out of you, nothing seemed to wake you.

In your purest form, unable to fight him off, or pretend that you didn’t feel what he was doing to your body. Just reacting and pulling him in. He caressed your face tenderly. If he was deluded enough, he might even think this was love at first sight. You were perfect for each other after all, bodies made for one another.

And your cunt was oh so tight. The gooey insides bring Dabi in further, hungrily swallowing him despite your state. Really it was only fair that you help him. You were such a pretty girl, giving him your cunt to keep him warm for the night.

He continued to hump your sleeping body, fondling fistfuls of your naked flesh and memorizing the feeling of the skin molding into his palms like clay. His sweat falling onto your skin with each jerk. He didn’t have to be gentle in fear of you waking up. Nothing could hold back his vicious assault.

He grabs your legs, hoisting them up over his shoulders. Your ass lifted off of the bed, as he pushed your thighs into your chest, the slapping of his balls against your skin rang across the room. He pinched at your nipple, a gurgling gasp fleeing your throat.

He drove your thighs flush against your chest, desperately chasing his orgasm. Reaching his hand down to rub and collect your pooling arousal, covering his fingers and sweeping them across your clit. He wanted to feel your cunt squeeze onto him while he came.

“Fuck yes, little thing,” you tightened up around him, body shaking before going still. Small mumbles and moans from you and his groans flooding around the room. Dabi works you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

His head feels light as he empties himself into you, hips never ceasing to pound against you. He wanted to know what you would sound like crying out, mewling in pleasure, but he could wait until next time.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted, continuing to force his load into your womb. He didn’t let up his assault until the sun was peeking through the window, forcing him to head out. Your cunt was perfectly molded to take his cock whenever he wanted.

Scribbling down a note for you to wake up to, he zips up his pants, sticking two fingers into your cunt to push in the cum that was beginning to run out. Maybe next time he could fuck your mouth and finish in your throat.

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You woke to the sound of your alarm blaring, a cold breeze hitting your bare skin. Cracking your eyes open, you stretched your body, reaching to grab it. Wincing you hold the phone in your hands, your stomach felt full and tender as though you'd been hit in the gut. Maybe you walked into the corner of the counter while you were asleep.

Ever since you were prescribed Ambien for insomnia, strange things seemed to happen at night. Once you woke up on your front lawn, the neighbor's dog licking your face. Another morning you woke up to the smell of something burning, you'd made bread while in your hazed state.

You brushed off the memories for a moment before feeling a thick, sticky fluid seeping out of you and coating your inner thighs. Your hands dart between your legs, flinching when you make contact with the tender flesh, and runny fluid, your blood ice cold.

Bringing your fingers to eye level, a wave of nausea erupts heavily in your stomach, bile rising in your throat. You had a wet dream, that was it. That had to be it. A bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck, chills falling in its wake.

To acknowledge what else it could have been would mean confronting yourself with the fact that somebody broke into your house to violate you. Somebody found their way in and used your body to relieve themselves and left you aching and full of cum.

Dabi gazed in from outside the window. Your body was trembling, fingers prodding at your bruised and cum covered flesh. Discovering new marks with each twist. The winces sent heat to his cock, his pants stiffening.

You looked so pretty like that. Scared eyes frantically scanning every inch of the room, desperately trying to remember even a sliver of what happened to you.

Next time he’d have to be more careful. There was no way you’d leave the house open for him again. But the fear and second-guessing would leave you tasting sweet for his return.

You spot something on the counter beside you, scrambling to get up and grab it. It was a sticky note with scratchy handwriting. Dabi smiled to himself as you picked it up, hands shaking. You felt sickness overtake you, vision blinking, and unclear, your skin prickly to the touch.

There was a clatter outside of your window, and you spun your head around, not seeing anything. Your legs lost their strength beneath you, crumpling to the ground. Someone was here. There was no way to ignore that now.

“Until next time pretty thing.”

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kinktober masterlist

#dabi x reader smut #dabi smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader smut #tw somno #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw yandere #tw stalking

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mrsbrekkers · 3 years

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Hi! How are you?

Could I get a Kaz Brekker imagine where he opens up to the reader after a job about his past and the next day he tells her it was a mistake and a lapse of judgement, quite harshly. And then the reader gets hurt after a heist and he realises how much he actually needs her.

Thank you <3

i’m doing pretty good! first kaz fic tehe, i’ve been waiting to do kaz brekker one-shots since i read the books. he is v much a comfort character. i understand his aversion to physical touch ( i have panic attacks at times because of so ), his humor, and inner dialogue so he is v dear and near to my heart yeeee

i switched up the next day bit and did it as the same time since it made more sense to me?? i’m not sure how to explain it haha

pairings! kaz x reader / jesper x wylan + nina x matthias ( with inej third wheeling because she’d so do so. )

reader is female in this, but i can make it non-gender specific if one would like me too! just let me know i’m very flexible in my writing!

warnings! talking about jordie, ptsd, trauma, talk of death, loss of a brother + mother, swear words, kaz being sad, panic attacks, blood, near death experience, pekka a-hole rollins,

word count; 2610 ( proud again haha )

one-shot under cut!

COMPANIONABLE SILENCE

The Slat had become uncharacteristically quiet. A successful heist on part of the Crows made for easy celebration amongst the Dregs. Most sat gambling at the Crow Club, drinking the night away. Jesper had been having a weirdly lucky night, the money in front of him displaying such. Wylan had been on Jesper’s leg the entire night, and the occasional ‘This is my lucky charm’ could be heard from Jesper. Inej and Nina sat drinking together, Matthias looking like an unwilling bystander to the girls' fun. And yet, Y/N found herself back at the Slat after the long day. Her back screamed at her to call it a night, but instead, she found herself in front of Kaz’s door.

It was a routine the two had when they were the only ones at the Slat. Y/N would sit on the bed, head in a book, and Kaz would sit quietly at his desk planning whatever it was Kaz Brekker decided to plan. It seemed the same tonight, with Y/N quietly reading, until her head lifted to see Kaz rubbing his eyes.

“You need to get more sleep. The amount you manage is minimal. I’m surprised you’re not dead yet,” Y/N commented, her book falling into her lap, the page she’d left off on now folded at the corner. It surprised her how Kaz managed to live off of his, if lucky, two hours of sleep. She’d never understand it. Granted, she slept less than the suggested as well, but she always made up for it with at least a nap during the day.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

That might be sooner than you think at this rate. But Y/N wouldn’t take that for an answer. She wasn’t usually a pushy person, especially with Kaz Brekker. She’d learned being pushy with him was never a good idea, considering the amount of people who did were left with a ruined reputation and nothing to live with.

“Sleeping when you’re dead isn’t an option in Ketterdam. Even when you’re dead here, you’re really not. Especially when people know of you. And last time I checked, the entire city knows you, and half of it wants your head on a silver platter. I’m actually sure people outside of the city know you, and may want the same,” Y/N said, standing and moving over to the wooden desk, sitting across from Kaz. Her eyes landed on the work Kaz worked on, seeing another heist plan he was drawing out.

Kaz wasn’t going to give in easily, anyone who knew him knew he was stubborn. One of the most stubborn people who lived in Ketterdam, but he knew what Y/N was saying held some truth in it. One was never truly dead in Ketterdam. He suspected people would dig up his body to hand over to Pekka Rollins - no, he wouldn’t die before Pekka Rollins did, that was a promise he’d made himself after Jordie. Brick by Brick. He couldn’t pull Rollins apart if he was dead. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t dead yet: his vigor to destroy the man who’d killed his brother. But he did suspect that when he, Kaz Brekker, was dead, he’d never truly be dead.

“Even so, I have things to do, plans to make-”

“At 1 in the morning? I’m sure such plans aren’t going to disappear overnight.” Being cut off, Kaz casted Y/N a glare, eyes narrowing. Why she had such influence over him, he’d never know. Or, maybe he did know and wasn’t going to express why. Because why would he? Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason after all. He always had reasons though.

Finally, Y/N sighed. “I don’t expect you to listen to me, but I’m not going to let you rot away from the lack of sleep you get, Kaz. I am just as stubborn as you, and if I must? I will sit here and bug you about your lack of sleep until sunrise. Or until I inevitably fall asleep.” The smallest glimpse of a smile reached Kaz’s lips, an instinct to roll his eyes almost playfully too. Stubborn about the well-being of her friends was a Y/N special. Kaz had simply thought he’d have time before she got on his ass about his own health.

She’d already gotten on Wylan about his self-destructive habits. His tendency to blame himself for not being good enough. Y/N had practically choked him out once when he’d gone on a rant about how he was a problem for the Crows. A burden. Kaz himself had been somewhat frightened. She’d found ways to help Jesper and his gambling addiction, which usually included them gambling, but in ways that didn’t involve money. She’d gotten on Matthias for his excuses to not kiss Nina.

If Kaz remembered correctly, she’d called it ‘redirecting the issue’.

“You’re avoiding something,” Y/N then spoke, crossing her arms. Weren’t they all avoiding something? Kaz thought, huffing as he sat back into his seat. This was Ketterdam after all. If you weren’t running from some rich merchant, then you were running from their son. Wylan had simply been a lucky break in that usual streak.

“You say that as if we all aren’t running from something,” Kaz finally said out loud, his eyes casted downwards.

“Avoiding, Kaz. Not running, and something tells me the thing you’re avoiding isn’t something, but someone.” Y/N knew the look Kaz had on. She’d worn it herself dozens of times.

“I had a brother.” Kaz couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Y/N. It would make talking about this all too real. Too much. Was this a lapse in his judgement? Why was he telling her this? Had she managed to get so under his skin?

“We moved to Ketterdam after my father died. My brother . . . Jordie-'' the name came out with a small crack in his voice. He hadn’t said that name out loud since he’d laid on his sick brother’s chest. “Was hopeful about what the city would bring, and it brought peace for some time. We worked with a man for some time, and my brother was in on a deal. One that seemed too good to be true,” Kaz scowled now, his anger seeming to rise as he spoke.

Y/N sighed, knowing where this was going now. “When an offer is too good to be true-”

“It usually is. That man went by a different name then. One to scam people for their money to rise through the ranks of the Barrel.” Kaz finally lifted his eyes, seeing the realization rush over Y/N’s face.

“Pekka Rollins.”

“Pekka Rollins is the reason my brother is dead.”

The room fell silent for a few moments, Y/N contemplating what to say. She had a feeling she was among the few who knew Kaz’s story. She was tempted to ask how Joride died, but she could infer. She’d been around Ketterdam during the time firepox had plagued the city. Her mother had been taken from the disease. She’d been the same age as Kaz. It began clicking in her head too.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured. “I know you probably don’t want my pity, but really, I’m sorry.” It made sense why Kaz felt like he needed to best Pekka Rollins. He wanted revenge. He wanted Rollins to be just as down as him and his brother had been.

Kaz sucked in a deep breath, standing and running a hand through his hair. His regret for telling the woman before him began to consume him. This was a mistake. Why had he told her? A harsh look fell over his face, looking down at the plans he had laid out. “I need to finish these plans, and I’m sure you need some sleep,” his tone was harsh, but it was clear there was hurt underlying it. He wasn’t going to be an outright asshole, but he needed his space now.

“You need sleep too, and I doubt you’re in the right headspace to try and make plans-”

“Y/N, leave.” He internally was begging. And Kaz Brekker never begged . . . but Kaz Rietveld would, and that’s who was begging.

“Kaz-”

“Leave.” Anger washed over his features, his eyes directing Y/N to the door.

Y/N sighed, walking towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she stopped. “You know being open about your past doesn’t make you weak, right?” But Kaz said nothing, afraid his voice would fail him. With no words spoken for a beat, Y/N opened the door, shutting it as she paced down the steps.

Her book still lied on the bed, the folded paper to the chapter she was on prominent. Kaz took one look at it before sighing and sitting in the chair, one tear making its way down his face.

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It was supposed to be in and out. Another job. Another however much Kruge. Where is she? Kaz thought. Y/N was never one for being late. Sure she was working with Jesper, who was notoriously late, but she should’ve been out before Jesper was, and she wasn’t.

It’d been a week of no speaking. Kaz couldn’t speak to her after revealing so much. He feared it would become all too real. A common fear he had. Stealing, picking locks, it was all real to him, yes, but he never experienced reality when he was on a job. It was his way of ‘avoiding’ as Y/N would put it. But now, he couldn’t avoid the reality of this job.

The reality was: He’d ignored Y/N for a week in fear, and now she wasn’t at the rondevu point.

She’s Y/N, she isn’t dead. But that may not be true. She could indeed be dead. She could be, She could be, She could be.... Dozens of potential outcomes came to mind.

The world seemed to spin as he paced. Nina and Matthias had already tried to calm him. Nina had even tried to calm his heart rate down. Wylan seemed to be just as worried as Kaz as well, Jesper still out there alongside Y/N and all. Inej was calm, but it was clear she was worried too. They all were, but Kaz was being unusually emotional.

“At this rate, you’re going to have a heart attack Kaz,” Nina had said.

And if he did, then that’d be a first for the Bastard of The Barrel.

“And you’re not close to having one?” Wylan asked, shooting a glare over at Nina.

Kaz mentally thanked Wylan. At least he wasn’t the only one close to breaking down. Get in and out. In and out. What had gone wrong?

But then he heard the sound of boots running across the muddy ground, his eyes shooting up to see Jesper carrying a bleeding Y/N.

She’s bleeding. Who had hurt her? Kaz wasn’t sure, but anger filled him. That was until he fully internalized that Y/N was bleeding.

“Jesper, what happened?”

Jesper helped Y/N into the safe house, his breathing heavy as he helped her onto the bed of one of the rooms. “Rollins. He got word of the job. We became overwhelmed and Y/N here took a bullet to the shoulder.” Then Wylan was practically engulfing Jesper in a hug.

How? Was Kaz’s initial thought, but with a huff, he closed his eyes. Moving over to follow Jesper, he took off his coat. Upon entering the room Y/N was sitting in, he nodded towards her good arm, silently asking for her to take off the sleeve of the arm that was hit.

“I thought we weren’t speaking?” Y/N asked, groaning as she pulled the sleeve of her bad shoulder off with some help from Inej who pushed everyone else out of the room. Inej left as well, but gave Kaz a nod to let her know when he would need help.

Kaz didn’t lift his eyes to look at Y/N, his eyes steady on the bullet lodged in her shoulder. He pulled out the medical kit under the bed. Always prepared, Y/N thought.

“How did Rollins find out?” Y/N asked, watching Kaz pick up tweezers from the small medical kit.

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. Stay still.” And Y/N did, knowing this was hard enough as it was for Kaz, she didn’t want to make it any harder. Squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. She gripped onto the bed, seething as Kaz took the bullet out with the tweezers.

“I hope you know, I didn’t mean any harm last week.” Kaz knew what Y/N was referring too, and he simply nodded for the moment. Picking up the bandages from the kit, Y/N shook her head.

“Get Inej to do it, you’ve already pushed yourself enough.”

“It’s fine,” Kaz spoke, his voice firm.

“Kaz, don’t-”

“I want too.” His eyes lifted to finally look up at Y/N. She looked down as well, silently nodding. She understood Kaz enough to know this was his apology for ignoring her the past week.

“My mother, she died from firepox,” Y/N spoke quietly. She didn’t know how Kaz would take her bringing it up, but she felt that if she didn’t, they’d build up all this anger again. They’d ignore one another again. Kaz stalled. Flashes of Jordie and Reapers Barge consumed him for a few moments. Y/N’s skin turned cold, icy and raw. He flinched away from the feeling.

Then he heard it - Y/N’s heartbeat. She was living. She wasn’t a corpse. The heartbeat and blood were testament to that. She isn’t dead.

“I never told you how he died,” Kaz spoke quietly. He wasn’t used to talking about such subjects with anyone. It was the reason he’d taken on a different surname. That way he could cut ties with his past.

But for some reason, Y/N was able to make him feel . . . though begrudgingly, open with his past.

“I can infer, Kaz,” Y/N said with a small hiss as Kaz finished with the bandage, his hands shaky. “Now, you can continue ignoring me if you wish, I imagine you enjoy avoiding me.”

“I don’t enjoy it.” Kaz now had someone he connected with on a level he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to enjoy being apart from that.

“I know, I was simply making sure,” Y/N teased, her lips quirking in a small smile.

Kaz gave a small shake of his head, his lips pulling into a smile as well for just a moment. Then he picked up his coat he’d taken off. “I imagine you’re cold, here,” he spoke then, watching as Y/N took it and wrapped it around herself.

Then the door swung open, Nina rushing over to give Y/N a hug. “Kaz here almost had a heart attack. Wylan almost did. Jeez, never do that again,” she said, laughing a bit.

“Ouch, ouch, Nina,” Y/N spoke, referencing the still open wound on her shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. We made food for you,” Nina said, smiling before handing Y/N a tray of food.

Kaz exited the room, allowing the others some time to talk to Y/N. Inej followed him, her arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls.

“What information do you want me to get on Rollins?”

“Whatever you can find.” You’re not taking her from me Rollins, and you’d better be ready when I do come for you. Brick by Brick.

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