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ur new profile pic is soooooo cute !!! 🤗

thank u!!!! MWAH

it's a plush called pucky from the forest party collection and i really want one 😭

[kisses4reid]

convenient pt.4 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

pt. 3 (you cannot read this without prior reading)

summary - you don’t need help with your biology anymore, you need help understanding the chemistry that seems to be growing between you and spencer.

warnings - jealousy, dickhead guy, unwanted flirting, awkward spencer, mentions of getting run over and pouring rain, studying.

genre - college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!spencer, fluff, angst if you squint, jealousy trope

a/n - i hope you all enjoy this part. comment or put in a req to be added to the convenience taglist, if you’ve already asked and i haven’t mentioned you please message orso i can make sure you’re on my list for the next part! love you all 🫶

sat in a plush office chair, in a cool room, in a comfortable dress shirt, surrounded by the people he trusted most, spencer couldn’t seem to live in the moment.

now that’s not something you would suggest to the man when he’s sat in front of multiple gruesome photos and case files, usually he would be 100% focused, no bullshit, no wandering thoughts.

but suddenly he felt light, airy, like these cases were just another day and he would be confident either way. it wasn’t completely untrue, but it was odd. everyone else seemed to notice.

“spencer, are you okay?” aaron hotchner startled the man with his stern and concerned voice, everyone looking up at spencer as a natural reaction. spencer looked around the table, noticing a growing grin between garcia and morgan.

hotch continued, “if you need to sit this one out, by all means.”

spencer shook his head and adjusted his posture, picking up a profile to skim over. there was a small giggle from garcia that brought the attention of aaron.

“what’s going on?”

“reid’s distracted because of a certain someone…” morgan replied, biting the end of his ballpoint pen. garcia slapped his shoulder.

“don’t tease him, meanies. keep going, hotch.”

they were right. he was distracted and felt far away most of the time. he wanted to go somewhere comfortable, like a convenience store with a pretty employee to talk to.

ricky, a handsome guy a few years older than you, was annoying logan with questions he could’ve answered himself. he tagged along with logan to your weekend study session at a small cafe not far from the college. the tall man was mostly agreeable, except for his apparent obsession with straight black coffee. he had had two cups of it already.

“so, y/n. what do you study? wait don’t tell me. nursing, because you seem to be healing my broken heart. psychology, because you’re making me crazy? or is it music, because your voice is like a song?” he leaned forward from across the table, disregarding the punch in the shoulder from logan. you only glared and returned to your expensive textbooks, leaving your drink to turn cold in its abandonment.

“don’t try anything, ricky. she’s basically taken.” she warned with a smirk. you lifted your gaze and rolled your eyes,

“you’re nonsensical. you’ve had too much coffee,” you stop filling out a questionnaire, “he’s not even that… he’s… ugh, i don’t know.” you place your pen down and stretch in the stiff wooden chair.

ricky laughs, clapping his hands together, “okay so you totally have a crush on a guy.”

“i do not.”

“i guess i’ll back off with my advances, unlessss, you truly don’t have a crush on your lover boy?”

“i do not- but still please back off, you’re gross.”

logan and ricky shared a glance and went back to their work silently. like they knew something you didn’t. your brain had turned stuffy, you need to get some air, you needed to get away from the truth.

garcia and morgan appeared so suddenly spencer thought turbulence had pushed them into their seats in front of him. his gaze snapped from the airplane wing to their two giddy faces and immediately knew what this conversation was going to be about. it only made him a little bit uncomfortable, these types of conversations. girls, flirting, being happy around someone he doesn’t work with, it was all unfamiliar. it seemed he chose the best people to talk about it to though; garcia had given him a little too much information about his crush from her unwanted snooping, and in the process morgan was also given all of this information.

“yes, okay, i told derek all about your girl but i couldn’t help it! he’s very persuasive!” garcia pouted. spencer thinned his lips and nodded, expecting a surge of conversation but he was only met with silence. morgan and garcia shared a glance.

“look, spencer. we’re only doing this to distract ourselves from the case we just closed, and to help you. if you don’t want help, if you think this… thing, will die out, then tell us. but, if you do want some adviceee…” morgan spoke smoothly, quiet enough to avoid attention from anyone else.

when spencer stayed silent, thinking about how he could never use you as a distraction, morgan whispered, “if nothings happening, you gotta light the match.”

you were standing on an uneven step ladder when the doorbell rang with 10 minutes to closing. you rolled your eyes, thinking you’d have to stay even later because of this customer. but your demise quickly turned to calmness, a little bit of panic, when spencer appeared in the entry way.

you nearly fell off the ladder, dropping the pile of juice boxes in your hands onto the floor. you cursed under your breath, watching from above as spencer picked them up for you.

“thank you.”

there was no need for formalities anymore, it was like you had known each other forever. spencer was silent again, it was becoming his thing.

you clear your throat, “i changed my medication.”

he glanced at you, brown eyes observing your tired expression. he came here unconsciously. he had already had some take out, he didn’t need any coffee, and his fruit bowl was stocked to the brim. spencer walked to this convenience store, the result of the action being evident through the pain in his feet.

the phone in your back pocket caught spencer’s attention, before he promptly looked elsewhere to avoid looking like a creep.

“good, im glad.”

are we really back to this? was one awkward conversation all we needed to go back to strangers?

you stepped down, “no more bruises.”

spencer placed his fingers delicately on his healed cheek, holding back a smile that you actually remembered that.

he asked, “who’s texting you so much?” without much thought. he didn’t think about how it sounded, like he was protective or worried, or what it implied. he didn’t even have your number, why should he be so upset?

“oh it’s just logan and ricky.” you replied simply, folding up the ladder and glancing at the clock placed above the register desk, “are you getting anything?”

because it didn’t seem weird if he came here for you instead of his groceries.

“like your brother, ricky?”

there was a small match burning in his stomach at the sound of those names. he felt like taking your phone and snooping until he reached the end, until his fingers hurt. spencer felt like asking intrusive questions, before he bit his lips to stop himself.

you made notice of his hands fiddling in his pant pockets, rolling your eyes. that made his tongue slip.

“how many guys do you know?”

you looked at him with surprise, walking over to the register, “you think i’m a whore?”

spencer’s heart skipped a beat, “no not at all, i just- i didn’t word that right.”

you shook your head and laughed quietly, starting to count the change sat on your swivel chair. something was off. the street was empty. “did you walk here, spencer?”

spencer’s breath hitched. oh god, were the only words circling in his brain. when you used his name, it was different. this was weird, he needed to get out of there.

you looked so effortless. he looked so anxious.

“yeah. i did.”

you nod, “okay, you can help me lock up then.” you pass him a set of keys for the window covers, and add, “you can walk me home, to make up for the other day.”

spencer nods with a small smile and begins locking up.

you lead the way out of the store and around the corner to a set of traffic lights. the streets are silent and misty, but neither of you felt the need to jay walk in an attempt to speed up this process of awkward walking.

spencer watches you from his advantage point. at how you bite the inside on your lips, how you look at the concrete pathway.

“what’s wrong?” you don’t react, instead push the pedestrian button and sigh.

“it’s monday, spencer. you were going to ‘retry’, ‘be better’? i’m not 100% sure what you meant by that, but you said that right after you told me you were going to ask me out so.”

spencer gulps and nods, hands going back to their safe space in his pockets. “yeah, i said that. but i’m going to have to delay that again. this isn’t really,” he motioned towards the weeds, litter, and flickering street lights with his eyes, and you nod with a smirk.

“romantic?”

“romantic.”

you smile at each other, and for a second he’s utterly entranced before a wave of wind and tires pass him. before a soft hand is hard on his upper arm. his eyes trailed the car, heart beating nearly as hard as it does when he looks at you.

“jesus, are you okay?” you asked worried, and when he nods with a simple stare accompanying it, you look away.

light a match.

you hand leaves him quicker than it got there.

in front of your apartment building, you notice logan’s window alight behind white curtains, and turn to face spencer.

“thank you for walking me home. i would invite you in but it’s 1:20am and i don’t really… know you.”

spencer furrows his eyebrows slightly, looking at you expectantly. your faces turns cold, slightly sorrowful.

“spencer, i don’t know you. i know things about you but i don’t actually know you.” you yawn, wiping a hand over your eyes, “maybe i’m just tired and overworked and…” logan’s voice echoes through your head as you look over the tall, tired and handsome man in front of you, “if you’re not going to ask me out first i’m going to ask you out. so, make a decision.”

it felt wrong being so stubborn and solid with him, but with school and family stress you truly didn’t need any unknown feelings to topple on as well.

spencer was taken aback. he didn’t know one couple where the girl asked out the guy, he didn’t know someone could like him that badly. he didn’t know what to say.

“goodnight, spencer. i’ll see you.”

you turned and pushed on the pull door, before pulling on it. heart thumping in your ears, you slowly held a hand over your mouth, impressed with yourself.

but you lied, you weren’t going to ask him out. you have no idea how to ask someone out.

the convenience store wasn’t so lonely tonight.

logan was arguing with ricky over his choice in deodorant almost louder than the terrible radio music playing throughout the store.

the beating of rain was creating a calming background to this chaos, as well as keeping customers away. all but one, of course.

spencer had an excuse, he was supposed to bring food for the team tomorrow, and this was the closest store. totally. but as he stood under the cover of the stores overhead steel, he felt another match being burnt in the bottom of his stomach.

a tall and toned man with bright blonde hair was leaning over your register and talking to you, making you smile and laugh. your arms were crossed, you were leaned away and you avoided eye contact, but spencer didn’t see any of these signs as the waves of jealousy drowned him.

spencer looked out onto the street. he had no right to feel that way, this was his own fault. he felt even weirder and out of place than he usually felt.

the doorbell rang and your fake smile turned real. logan watched from the toilet spray section and smirked when she recognised the purple-sweater adorned man. ricky stopped his flirting and turned to meet spencer’s eyes, they sized each other up. the blonde man smiled and looked back at your much happier face, “so this is lover boy?”

you smacked his arm hard, receiving a squeal in return. “what? no. ricky this is spencer, spencer this is ricky.”

spencer gulped and ignored the stranger and you. he went for the fruits section. ricky glanced at your confused face, “i might be a threat.”

“in your dreams.” you rolled your eyes and pushed his elbow off your desk. logan approached the counter with a basket full and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. you noticed ricky’s change in expression when looking at her and held back a smile.

“you didn’t get anything for me?” he asked, voice teasing. logan took out a block of mint chocolate and threw it at him, which he caught perfectly with a smirk on his face.

“what’s wrong with lover boy?”

you glare at her, deciding avoiding that nickname was out of the picture. your shoulders slump as you begin scanning her items while making sure spencer wasn’t in earshot. “i mentioned you two, and then he went weird.”

“i mean, if i liked a girl and she told me about two guys- sorry, two people with guy names- i’d be pretty jealous,” ricky inputted.

“is that all? some jealousy got to his head?” logan pressed.

you seriously doubted he would be jealous over that, he seemed smarter than that. he was smarter than that.

logan paid and left, literally dragging ricky behind her, as he waved and winked at you through the windows.

the store was eerily quiet, the only noise coming from the thunderstorm brewing outside. it felt uncanny and uncomfortable. you needed someone’s cologne to wade through or something.

turning while shaking your head, you grabbed out some posters taller than you and turned to have the life scared out of you.

“jesus! i thought i told you to walk louder.”

his groceries were perfectly in line to be scanned, a small smile appearing before promptly vanishing. spencer avoided your eyes, a beating all he could hear.

“he’s your…”

you sighed, disappointed spencer even thought that dumb blonde was someone to you, “acquaintance.” you finished his sentence. “i’ve known him for two days and he a flirtatious dick. everyone named ricky is a dick.”

he pulls out his slim wallet to hand you a $20 bill, fingers skimming each other. one glance.

spencer nods and nearly leaves before you stop him, “can you help me?”

spencer is on the top of the ladder outside, barely staying dry underneath the steel overhead cover with the top corners of a food poster in his hands. you tip toe to give him a piece of double sided tape. the laminated photos wave in the wind, spencer sticks his tongue out in concentration and you smile at the innocent act. leaning against the wall, quickly glancing inside to make sure nobody wanted to check out, you begin talking.

“thank you for doing this, i totally would’ve fallen and died if it weren’t for you. what can i do to repay you?”

spencer thought for a moment, looking down at you, “nothing. you don’t have to do anything. just keep talking.”

so you did, because you didn’t know if you’d see him again after tonight.

PART 5

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[necroangelz]

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『 💉 』

a kin memory

as sunny from omori, i remember kel falling off the swings at the playground when we were children. we liked to do these little contests to see who could swing the highest. kel always won, but its fine because i simply enjoyed swinging (the wind, watching the sky 'move' above me, feeling like I'm flying) and being with him (hearing his laughter, his loud brash voice, and just being around his infectiously good mood). once he got into a lil accident when he was trying to get off his swing and ended up launching himself across the playground sand. he was fine. we made sure he was more careful when he played on the swings again

『 🫀 』

a game i played + an infodump

i recently got hooked on the Sanrio game "hello sweet days" thanks to one of my friends and God i am obsessed w this little dressup community game

if anyone else who sees this plays the game as well, my friend code is "5k47c6" add me!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ tell me here if uu added me tho so i can follow back :3

also here's a silly little account that posts renders of the Sanrio characters in the game, i actually discovered it first before downloading the game && i... didn't realize that it was a game i could actually play! LOL

ramble time below vvvvv

here's some of the outfits I've worn!!

some rares and S Rares i pulled ehe

i have lots more other rares but these are the only ones i have screenshots of :P

and also here's some photos of my current house layout ehe!!!! idrk what theme im going for in my house bcz i don't have a lot of cool furniture yet from the featured banners but i think my home is rather cozy > < it's mine so that's what makes it awesome (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i love decorating it w all the plushes I've collected

one thing i love about this game is the community aspect makes certain things much easier

like fur example. each player has a plant in their house. there's lotz of diff plants in the game && all the plants bear diff fruit obviously. watering uur own plant && others' plants gives uu exp && coins (quite a meager amount tho) and it's part of quests sometimes

&& when the plants bear fruit, other players can pick uur fruit and get normal fruit! 6 normal fruit is required to attend a party! (bc uu have to contribute treats oooobviously)

when enough people have taken fruit from uur own plant, then uur own normal fruit turns into rare fruit! && when uu have 3 of the same rare fruit uu can be the one who throws parties!

does that sound convoluted. idc it makes perfect sense to me in the game (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

so here's where the community part comes in. there's different forums uu can post to, but the most important forums (to me) are the water, fruit, && party forums. when someone wants ppl to water their plant, they post in the water forum and include what town they live ingame. when someone wants ppl to take fruit, they post in the fruit forum. && when someone holds a party, they post in the party forum

see this makes thingz SO much easier.

there's a quest where uu need to water 8 plants from a specific town (my melody park, hello kitty avenue, etc. bc remember this is Sanrio). now uu could spam the "walk" button && go to random houses and pray uu find someone who lives in the town that uu need.

but it's faster w the forum! bc uu just open the water forum and since everyone states which town they live in, it's easy to find ppl who live in the town uu need fur the quest!

and if uu wanna attend a party but uur low on normal fruit, just open the fruit forum! easy as that!

&& when uu get enough normal fruit from picking other ppls fruits, then uu can find a party to attend in the party forum!! i luv checking out posts in the party forum and see which party to attend based on the plushes i can get if i attend :3 (bc diff rare fruits used to start a party = diff plushes that the host and attendants can receive)

so yeah that's the main thing i wanna infodump about. i think the gacha could still be a bit better but if uu just keep logging in every day, even just to do basic quests, it still helps ^_^

I'm aiming to get 2k coins so i can pull 7x on the aurora aquarium banner and 7x on the moon horoscope banner bc i like the aesthetics :3 i might pull on the brown leopard banner too but it's not my top priority rn. I'm a gambling addict tho so sometimes i do 2-4 pulls on other banners just to take the edge off LMAOAOOA (when uu pull for the first time on a banner the price is cheaper! then it goes up on the 2nd time, up again on the 3rd time, until it goes up and stops at the 4th time i think)

I'm hoping to pull on banners w darker colors though. i don't fancy the light cutesy colors very much

[gontagokuhara]

OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER AAAAA my boys 🥹 if you hadn't said it on here, I would've never known you struggled w/writing Kokichi, it seriously feels so natural and I LOVE when authors include that clowny jester vibe to him!! But now that we're REALLY REALLY into the thicc of the story, I'm realizing how much I miss the camp!! idk about everyone else, but it was always the most interesting setting for me when I was into Percy Jackson! So basically I'm gonna annoy you with my barrage of questions that are 100% unrelated to the most recent chapter 😭

I know it was mentioned that Maki's cabin was undecorated for a long time, but did she ever get to personalizing it? I'd love to know about the cabins and their designs! I'd also love to know what kind of stuff they do at the talent shows? Idk if its the fact that the fic is based off the pjo musical, but I get theatre kid vibes from specifically kaede (even if she can't sing LOL) Speaking of her, since it was mentioned that she could play any instrument, I'm wondering if there were instruments /canon-specifically-talent-related equipment at camp for everyone? Also some of the dialogue had me questioning if they're even allowed to curse at camp or not 😭

HIIIIII im finally getting to this <3 first of all i love you im kissing u on the forehead every time i get an ask or comment from u it makes my whole day.

answers to ur questions beneath the cut as always!!

i also miss camp </3 i was talking about this with someone else yday (hiiiii evan) but in a universe where pointy objects reaches its end and i STILL want more.....there are little one-off scenes that dont fit into the main narrative of the fic but i'd still theoretically like to write......and the immediate reaction to the campers (+ hajime and nagito) realizing seven of them went missing along with an rv. it would be a lot of dialogue but the phone calls nagito had to make to all the parents of the missing (good and bad) kids. also the godly meetings where shit went bad, and then really bad, and then somehow even worse. pointy objects has always been very v3-centric given our main characters, but some of my favorite chapters so far have been when i've been able to feel out characters from the other games as well.

ok. THAT was a big tangent LMFAO ok re: maki: yes! it took a long time; she had very little interest in doing decoration shopping or really Anything in the first year or so after arriving at camp/her friend's death (she also did not see her situation as static or permanent — no point in something like that, y'know?). for her 14th birthday, kaede took the reins on planning with nagito a cabin design that she thought maki might like; and now presently, her cabin has a "red velvet" theme! DIY headboard for her bed made with literal red velvet that kaede and maki built themselves, plush red sheets, red walls (another eyesore of a cabin...), with a small collection of photos and trinkets and artwork and decorations she's amassed over the years since. she has a picture of her parents sitting in the bottom drawer of her dresser than only kaede knows about.

as for the others — i take a lot of inspiration from their research labs, but i haven't plotted out in my head exactly how they all look, y'know? miu's is definitely very lab-like, angie's paints her walls white at the beginning of every summer and over the summer months fills them corner to corner with new designs, kiyo's has more bookshelves than wall space, the like.

now: talent shows! it's very informal, with prizes like choosing the next camp-wide game, getting out of dinner duty for a week, etc. classic staples include himiko's magic shows (with tenko as a willing and eager assistant) (who also will at times retrieve less willing participants from the audience) (usually nagito). miu tries her own "magic tricks" that usually involve adding new features to kiibo and making them parade them around onstage; kiibo gets their comeuppance by forcing miu to learn kpop dance choreo and perform with them (as kokichi films, naturally). kaede can play instruments to get around the limitations of her power (also yes — 100% theater kid, alongside kiyo [+ kokichi, who wont admit it]), and there's a whole collection of instruments in the girls' common area that she's mastered/is working on learning (her most recent is a theremin that she and kiyo are both very interested in). it's a lot of repeats, because there are some kids who always prefer to chill in the audience rather than get onstage themselves, but everyone has lots of fun <3 (except nagito [usually made to suffer during them] and hajime [often tasked with tie-breaking the winner, also suffering])

as for ur last question: TRUST they are definitely allowed to swear. hajime would've exploded years ago if that wasn't the case. the barrier they erected following tsumugi's massacre is capable of a lot of things, but nothing can defeat the resigned frustration of wrangling a clusterfuck of the weirdest demigods they've ever dealt with (/fond)

WOW that got long again! good thing i love it <3

[ic3t3a]

Karma

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The past week had been great. A little too great even, the 3 of you had hung out in and out of Yunjin's house. However, there was this feeling.

The kind of feeling you get when a storm is on the horizon. Or better, the feeling that a clock is ticking down the minutes till something takes a turn for the worst.

The 3 of you were walking down the streets of Seoul. There was no reason why, you guys had just wanted to get out of the house for a little bit.

"Man its hot." Yunjin said fanning herself. "I know, ugh I feel like an ice cube thats been left out in the sun." You said joining Yunjin in her complaints.

"Y'know what we should do?" Soobin chimes, " We should go to an arcade. I mean I've heard Seoul has some pretty awesome arcades."

You knew this Soobin had been wanting to go to an Arcade for the longest time. He had always showed Beomgyu & you all the arcades he'd saved on Yelp. Sometimes he reminded you of your mom, he reminded you of her personality, that is.

"Yea, I haven't played a claw machine in so long!" You said trying to convince Yunjin. "As long as I get an icee I'll be good to go." She smiled taking your hand and leading you to an arcade. Soobin following feeling a tinge of jealousy.

Yunjin laughed at your misfortune. You had been on ur last few tokens and stupidly used them on the worst claw machine in the arcade.

"I told you it was a waste." Soobin said, "Which one werre you aiming for?" He asks, digging in his pocket for tokens.

"The Squirtle plush..." You say sighing as you step to the side. He puts the tokens in and the machine starts back up. With ease he gets you the squirtle plush.

"YOU SAID IT WAS THE WORST MACHINE IN THE ARCADE!?" You exclaimed. "It is, thats why a noob such as yourself would have never neen able to get even the easiest of toys." He smirked.

Not long after that the 3 of you left the aracade and realized how much time had actually passed.

Your phone buzzed.

You sighed.

"Yunjin how much do you have on you?" You ask going for your wallet . "Why?" Yunjin asks. "Seo-Jun needs me to bail him out." You say.

"What are you serious!?" Yunjin says. "Yes." You sigh. "And your actually gonna do what he says?" Yunjin asks.

"No. Heh, I'm done with his bullshit. So I'm gonna do something else. Just give me your money. This isn't to bail him out." Yunjin hand you 50 and you count the money.

"Is Y/N this scary when she's out for someone?" Soobin whispers to Yunjin. "Oh hell yeah. Are you kidding? She's the queen of revenge. Seo-Jun's her toxic ex and for the past 3 years she's done nothing about it. Guess she's finally had enough." Yunjin folded her arms and the 3 of you head to the police station.

You swing the door open. You've done nothing to defend yourself from Seo-Jun, mainly because a piece of you still laid with him. But now, now was a whole different story.

"Hi, I'm here to bail Kim Seo-Jun out." You say. "Alright we'll being him out and then you can pay his bail. We won't release him from his cuffs tilll you pay his bail." The polic officer at the desk says.

A 2nd Officer brings Seo-Jun out. "I knew you'd do the right thing Y/N." He chuckles. You pay his bail. They release him from his cuffs.

"I'd like to report someone." You say. "Oh? And who are you reporting today?" The officer at the desk says readying his notpad.

"Kim Seo-Jun for Underage Drinking, Sexual Assult, and Theft." You finish, looking Seo-Jun in the eyes all the while. "These are some pretty serious charges ma'am. Do you at all have evidence to back up these claims?" He asks noticing the growing tension in the room.

"Why yes I do. I can hand you a list of numbers to question, email you a whole photo album of him consuming UNGODLY amounts of alchol, as well as contact his MOTHER to bring the footage she's had to cover up forever because, her son is an ASSWIPE who can't seem to know when to stop asking mommy to cover up his mistakes and take ownership LIKE AN ADULT." You finish with a smirk.

"Jesus Christ Y/N! I ask you to do one thing and ya can't even do that without fucking it up!" Seo-Jun yells as he gets in your face.

Soobin, with all his being, wants to push Seo-Jun back make sure he keeps his distance. But he wants you around him, and you staying around means him learning to let go of the need to shelter you.

"Are you done?" You say coldly. Seo-Jun opens his mouth to say something but you interupt him. "Good, because I honestly don't have the patience to deal with your narcissism. So let's get him back in those cuffs and put him that cold cell where he belongs." You say with a smile.

The officers are a little stunned but they ask you to provide them with evidence. You gladly doing so. In no time they have him back in his cell and call his mom.

For the first time you meet Seo-Jun's mom when she walks kn the door. Her hair silky black and her face is timeless.

"Who's Y/N?" She asks. You stand up expecting her to attempt to rip you apart like Seo-Jun might. "Thank you." She says blatantly, putting her hand out for you to shake.

"What? Why?" You say stunned by her words. "My son is entitled, selfish, and worst of all he's an excellent manipulator. I'm sorry for any trouble he's caused you and all charges will be taken serioisly. What exactly is your connection to my son?" She asks.

"I'm one of his ex's." You say bashfully. Her eyes widen and she frantically apologizes for her son and for the fact that they were never properly introduced.

She thanks you again and insists to pay for the taxi home.

On the ride back home, its silent. Yunjin's fast asleep on your shoulder. "You were relly cool back there." Soobin softly says. "Really? I just kinda had a loaded gun I finally was able to use." You reply.

"Well he got what he deserved." Soobin says. "Thanks for letting me handle it on my own. I saw you wanting to step in. I appreciate that you didn't." You smile.

A moment of silence followed by both of you looking out your windows while holding one another's hand. This boy would be the death of you.

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Arrive Gracefully with Mercedes S Class Wedding Car Hire

Your wedding day marks a significant milestone in your life, a celebration of love, commitment, and the start of a wonderful journey together. To make this day even more special, every detail must be planned to perfection—from the venue to the attire and, of course, the transportation. Arriving in style sets the tone for the entire day, and nothing speaks elegance and luxury like a Mercedes S Class hire for a wedding.

The Mercedes S-Class embodies elegance, luxury, and unparalleled comfort. Renowned for its cutting-edge technology, superior design, and plush interiors, this luxury car is the ultimate choice for couples who want to make a grand entrance on their wedding day. Here, we delve into why the Mercedes S Class is the perfect wedding car and how you can ensure a seamless experience with a professional hire service.

Why Choose the Mercedes S Class for Your Wedding?

When it comes to wedding transportation, the Mercedes S Class is in a league of its own. Here are some compelling reasons why this luxury car is the ideal choice for your big day:

1. Unparalleled Comfort

The Mercedes S Class is designed with your comfort in mind. Its spacious interiors, plush leather seats, and advanced climate control system ensure a smooth and relaxing ride. Whether you’re traveling to the ceremony, the reception, or both, you’ll feel like royalty as you sit back and enjoy the journey.

2. Timeless Elegance

This luxury car exudes a timeless elegance that complements the sophistication of a wedding. Its sleek exterior design, chrome accents, and polished finish make it a stunning addition to your wedding photos. Imagine stepping out of a gleaming Mercedes S Class as cameras capture the moment—it’s a memory to cherish forever.

3. Cutting-Edge Features

The Mercedes S Class is equipped with state-of-the-art features to ensure a seamless experience. From a whisper-quiet cabin to advanced suspension systems that provide a smooth ride, this car is designed to deliver excellence. Additional features like ambient lighting and premium sound systems enhance the overall experience, making your journey truly memorable.

4. Symbol of Prestige

Weddings are a time to celebrate in style, and the Mercedes S Class is a symbol of prestige and luxury. Its presence adds a touch of grandeur to your special day, ensuring that all eyes are on you as you make your entrance.

The Benefits of Hiring a Mercedes S Class for Your Wedding

Opting for a professional Mercedes S Class hire for your wedding offers several advantages that go beyond just the car itself. Here’s why hiring this luxury vehicle is a smart choice:

1. Stress-Free Transportation

Leave the transportation details to someone else on your wedding day so you can focus on celebrating. By hiring a Mercedes S Class, you can rely on experienced chauffeurs who are trained to provide exceptional service. They ensure punctuality, navigate traffic efficiently, and handle all the details so you can focus on enjoying your day.

2. Tailored Packages

Most wedding car hire services offer customizable packages to suit your needs. Whether you require transportation for the bride, groom, or entire wedding party, you can find a package that meets your requirements. Additional services, such as floral decorations for the car or champagne for the ride, can also be arranged to add a personal touch.

3. Immaculately Maintained Vehicles

Professional car hire companies maintain their fleet to the highest standards. When you hire a Mercedes S Class for your wedding, you can rest assured that the vehicle will be in pristine condition, both inside and out. Every detail, from the polished exterior to the spotless interiors, is meticulously attended to.

4. Memorable Experience

Arriving in a luxury car like the Mercedes S Class creates a lasting impression on your guests and sets the tone for the rest of the day. It’s not just a mode of transportation It’s more than just a way to get from place to place; it’s an experience that elevates the magic of your wedding.

Tips for Choosing the Right Mercedes S Class Hire Service

To ensure a flawless experience, it’s important to choose the right car hire service. Here are a few tips to guide you in making the best decision:

1. Research and Reviews

Check reviews and feedback from past clients to assess the service’s reliability and quality. Additionally, recommendations from trusted friends or family members can provide valuable insights.

2. Inspect the Vehicle

Before booking, request an opportunity to inspect the car in person This helps you check the condition of the vehicle and make sure it meets your expectations. Focus on aspects such as cleanliness, comfort, and the overall presentation.

3. Check Availability

Wedding dates often fill up fast, particularly during peak seasons. Contact your chosen car hire service well in advance to check availability and secure your booking. Early planning ensures you have access to the specific model you desire.

4. Understand the Terms

Thoroughly examine the terms and conditions specified in the hire agreement. Ensure you understand the pricing structure, cancellation policy, and any additional charges. Clarify details like the duration of the hire, mileage limits, and what’s included in the package.

5. Professional Chauffeurs

The professionalism of the chauffeur can make a significant difference to your experience. Choose a service that employs experienced, courteous, and well-dressed drivers who are familiar with wedding protocols.

How to Make the Most of Your Mercedes S Class Wedding Car Hire

Once you’ve secured your Mercedes S Class hire for the wedding, here are some tips to make the most of this luxurious experience:

Plan Your Route: Discuss your itinerary with the chauffeur in advance to ensure everything runs smoothly. Include time for photos and unexpected delays.

Personalize the Experience: Add personal touches like customized ribbons, floral arrangements, or a “Just Married” sign to make the car uniquely yours.

Capture the Moment: Use the Mercedes S Class as a backdrop for some of your wedding photos. Its elegant design adds a touch of sophistication to your album.

Relax and Enjoy: Take a moment to soak in the luxury and enjoy the ride. This is your day, and the experience should be as stress-free and enjoyable as possible.

Conclusion

Arriving gracefully on your wedding day is more than just a statement—it’s a reflection of the elegance and joy of the occasion. A Mercedes S Class hire for your wedding ensures that you travel in style, comfort, and luxury. From its timeless design to its cutting-edge features, this car adds a touch of sophistication to your big day.

By choosing a professional car hire service, you can enjoy a stress-free experience and create memories that will last a lifetime. Whether it’s the bride’s grand entrance or the couple’s first journey as newlyweds, the Mercedes S Class is the perfect companion for your special day. Make your wedding unforgettable by choosing the ultimate in luxury transportation.

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[buildingshitwithcrab]

It's a great idea for libraries, but poorly designed.

The baby's-face-height raised wooden panels inside of the crib still have some pretty blunt edges and the corners can still puncture soft skin. This can be fixed by just painting or decoupaging decorations on the inside, under several layers of a food-safe lacquer (in case of licking and aiding in ease of disinfecting), and having no raised panels at all. Even raised fabric-covered and batting-filled panels will have to be attached somehow, which means that they will by design detach at some point in the future.

The holes in the sides don't make sense; the entirely open top should be providing a lot of air in an air conditioned building, already. The holes are all big enough for baby fingers or whole hands to be stuck through, and risk getting snapped or sheared off by the parent, distracted on a rolling chair. The holes in the front wall could even be used as a ladder by a baby, with the big holes looking big enough for tiny feet. Baby climbs up, falls out, library gets the lawsuit for any injury.

This can be fixed by just using a router on the panels, pre-construction, to put 1/8th or 1/4-inch slots (probably vertical, for strength) in the wood, all the way through, every 3 inches or so. The right router bit will bullnose/smooth the edges automatically. Not as wHiMsiCaL, maybe, but a lot safer. Same or better ventilation, much less risk.

The short wall with the scoop should be at the parent's side, in case a baby needs a quick touch for reassurance. As-is, that's going to be an uncomfortable reach for short parents, and in the event of an attempted kidnapping, the easiest access to the baby will be taken up by the parent's body, not out in front for anyone else walking by. A tot-snatcher could have the baby up and out of the crib before the working parent even notices, let alone turns around to stand. Often times, the deterrent of not having the easiest access thwarts a potential crime, like choosing between stealing a Jeep with a hard top, or one with its whole top and all doors removed. You also just don't want strangers with who knows what transmittable illnesses thinking they're entitled to touching or holding your baby, however innocently or good-natured, just because it's easy to reach in for them. It's not a crate of puppies at a pet adoption event, it's someone's human child.

A front wall that lifts away with long side mortise and tenon joints will help a lot in cleaning/disinfecting the pad between uses. Not sure if this model already accounts for that, but it stands to be said because, again, that reach is going to be hard on short library staff, even from the short wall, without some manner of open access.

It is good in the photos that there are NO PLUSHES. They would need to be cleaned between each child in order to remain sanitary and not spread lice, germs, or viruses (that the parents may not even be aware of yet!), or harbor urine, vomit, or saliva odors, and that's a headache the librarians do not need. If the baby has brought a soft toy of their own, fine; the pad can be sanitized easily when they leave, but communal toys in this setting, in this age of anti-public-health sentiment, are just not a good idea.

And that does raise a question: is the crib bottom sealed, in the event of a "liquids leak" inside? It needs to be, or the library carpet is going to smell like pee or poop all day, until a carpet cleaner can be brought in AND people capable of doing so safely can move that enormous desk off of the stain. Will there even be room between desks to do that? Will moving one desk block in or out someone else who needs wheelchair access? You don't need to find out, if you make sure the crib box does not leak.

Babies are curious, clumsy, and messy. It's their nature, and no one's fault. They're just babies! But you can't afford to overlook or ignore that, if you want a space intended for babies to be safe, and remain useful for many years.

[luxpluslimo]

How a Hummer Party Limousine can Improve Your Experience?

If you're looking to make a statement and elevate your party experience, renting a Hummer party limousine might just be the way to do it. With its impressive size, luxurious interior, and unique features, a Hummer party limousine can enhance your event and create memories that will last a lifetime. Here are some ways in which a Hummer Limo Rentals In Toronto can improve your experience:

1.  Stand out from the crowd

One of the most obvious benefits of renting a Hummer party limousine is that it will make you stand out from the crowd. These vehicles are massive and impressive, and their unique design is sure to turn heads wherever you go. Whether you're planning a bachelor or bachelorette party, a prom, a birthday celebration, or any other special event, arriving in a Hummer party limousine will make a big impression and set the tone for an unforgettable evening.

2.  Enjoy luxury and comfort

Another major advantage of a Hummer party Limo Rental Services in Toronto is the level of luxury and comfort it provides. These vehicles are typically equipped with plush leather seating, high-quality sound systems, and plenty of amenities like built-in bars, mood lighting, and even flat-screen TVs. You and your guests can relax and enjoy the ride in style, with no worries about traffic, parking, or designated drivers.

3.  Accommodate large groups

If you're planning a group event, a Hummer party limousine can be an excellent way to accommodate everyone in one vehicle. These limousines can typically seat up to 20 passengers, making them ideal for larger parties or groups of friends. By renting a single vehicle instead of several smaller ones, you can keep your group together and avoid the hassle of coordinating multiple rides.

4.  Stay safe and stress-free

Renting a Hummer party limousine also comes with the added benefit of staying safe and stress-free. With a professional driver at the wheel, you and your guests can relax and enjoy the ride without worrying about navigating unfamiliar roads, finding parking, or dealing with traffic. Plus, you won't have to worry about the risks of drinking and driving, as you can enjoy the built-in bar and leave the driving to someone else.

5.  Create lasting memories

Finally, one of the best things about renting a Hummer party limousine is the memories you'll create. Whether you're taking group photos, sipping champagne on the way to a fancy dinner, or dancing to your favourite tunes on the ride to a club, a Hummer party Limo Services In Toronto, provides a unique and unforgettable experience that you and your guests will cherish for years to come.

6. Explore new places

Renting a Hummer party limousine can also be a great way to explore new places. Whether you're visiting a new city or exploring the countryside, a Hummer party limousine can take you and your guests on a comfortable and luxurious tour. You can sit back, relax, and take in the scenery while your driver takes you to all the best spots in town.

7. Customize your experience

Another advantage of renting a Hummer party limousine is the ability to customize your experience. Many limousine rental companies offer a variety of packages and options to suit different tastes and budgets. Whether you want to add special decorations, choose your music playlist, or bring your food and drinks, a Hummer party limousine can be tailored to your preferences and needs.

8. Make a lasting impression

Renting a Hummer party limousine can also help you make a lasting impression on your guests. Whether you're hosting a corporate event, a wedding, or a charity fundraiser, arriving in a Hummer party Limo rental toronto can add a touch of glamour and prestige to your occasion. Your guests will appreciate the extra effort you put into making the event memorable and enjoyable.

9. Have a stress-free wedding day

If you're planning a wedding, renting a Hummer party limousine can be a great way to have a stress-free day. A wedding can be a hectic and stressful event, with multiple vendors to coordinate and guests to shuttle between venues. By hiring a Hummer party limousine, you can simplify transportation and ensure that everyone arrives on time and in style. Plus, you and your bridal party can relax and enjoy the ride to the ceremony without worrying about traffic or parking.

10. Save money

Finally, renting a Hummer party limousine can save you money in some cases. If you're planning a night out with a large group, renting a limousine can be a cost-effective option. By splitting the cost among multiple people, you can enjoy a luxurious and fun night out without breaking the bank. Plus, you won't have to worry about individual taxi fares or parking fees.

In conclusion, a Hummer party limousine can be an excellent way to improve your party experience. From its impressive size and luxurious interior to its ability to accommodate large groups and create lasting memories, a Hummer party limousine offers a unique and unforgettable experience that's sure to make your event one to remember. Renting a Hummer party limousine from Lux Plus Limo can offer many benefits, from exploring new places to customizing your experience to saving money. Whether you're planning a special event or want to add some excitement to a night out, a Hummer party limousine can elevate your experience and create lasting memories. So why not add a touch of luxury and excitement to your next party by renting a Hummer party limousine?

[watercolorfreckles]

Hey, would you mind continue 'this one's alright'? Only if you want of course and take your time if you do it, don't stress out you are doing great job :)

(Thank you for the kind words, anon!! <3)

This One's Alright - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Muffled voices roused Villain into consciousness, her mind staggering to catch up.

Her fingers flexed against the plush surface she rested on: Civilian's couch, she realized. Its every lump and dip was familiar at the curve of her back. It smelled like must and Civilian's shampoo.

The voices grew clearer, sharpening into focus.

"Are you crazy?" someone hissed. "We could go to jail for this! You are harboring a fugitive!"

The next voice, warm and familiar, made her heart leap. "Would you keep your voice down?"Civilian, her Civilian. "I didn't know who else to call, I can't call an ambulance or they'll- they'll hurt her."

"Hurt her?! Civilian. You're aware she's a dangerous criminal, right?" The voice belonged to a woman. One she didn't recognize.

"I'm only asking that you stabilize her, please. After that, you don't have to be involved. I know I'm asking a lot--"

The woman sighed. "I really don't think you do."

A moment later, hands were against her torso. Not Civilian's hands.

Villain's eyes snapped open and her hand lashed out, catching the culprit by the throat and squeezing enough to bruise.

Her eyes, wide with panic, stirred familiar somewhere in Villain's mind. A moment later, her face registered in Villain's memory. The girl from the photo in Civilian's room.

"Villain! Villain no, this is my sister, Cara- She won't hurt you. Let her go. Please." Civilian tripped over the coffee table in his haste to scramble closer, knocking all manner of things to the floor.

Villain's gaze shot to him, all but cementing him to the spot.

He held his hands up in a soothing gesture. As if he could be a threat to her. Something warm flicked in Villain's belly. Surrender suited him, in the adorably innocent way that everything suited that scrap of a civilian. From the narrow slope of his shoulders to the disarming spattering of freckles dusting his face, he was endearing. Like a house cat offering up a mouse to its owner.

"Let her go," he repeated softly, padding closer.

Villain's fingers twitched against Civilian's sister's neck. The girl's hands had flitted to Villain's wrists at some point, not quite daring to try to pull Villain's hands away.

"Why-" Villain tried to speak and the words splintered into a sharp cough instead. She swallowed and tried again, voice low and demanding. "Why is she here?"

"She's a nurse," Civilian said, risking a step closer.

"You called her."

"To help! To help you. I thought-" Civilian's voice hitched. "I thought you were going to die."

Villain softened. Her hand fell away from Cara's throat.

The young women coughed, staggering back from the Villain still half-dead on the couch. Villain smiled and wiggled her fingers in greeting. "Cara. It's a pleasure."

Cara gave her brother an incredulous look. "You cannot--!" She cut off and spoke in a hush more suited for private conversations. "You cannot expect me to treat this- this- lunatic."

"I'm still right here."

Cara startled, her face washing the same lifeless pale-beige of the peeling wallpaper.

"Please, Cara, I think she needs stitches," Civilian said, crouching down by the villain's side. His breath warmed her cheek.

Cara stared, looking suitably shocked that Villain hadn't bitten Civilian's head off for daring to come near her.

Villain's head gave a tilt, gaze fixed upon the other civilian.

"Okay... Fine. I stitch her up, make sure she's stable. Then I leave and you continue whatever the hell this is on your own. Got it?"

"Yes," Civilian said, then turned to Villain. His gaze warmed when he looked at her, something far softer than she was certain she deserved. "Will you let her patch you up? Please? She'll do a better job than I did."

Villain nodded, exhaustion sweeping over her as abruptly as a crashing tide. She'd been awake a few minutes and her throat still scraped like sandpaper with every swallow. A cold ache settled in her limbs.

She listened to the civilians' movements. Cara toed closer.

"I'm going to take a look at your wound now, okay?"

"Mm."

Even with her eyes closed, the world seemed to sway and tumble. She was only distantly aware of Cara pulling her shirt up, undoing Civilian's shoddy bandaging, and assessing the damage beneath.

The clattering of what Villain assumed was the nurse's medical kit pulled Villain back into sharp consciousness. Her eyes flitted open.

Villain watched the nurse thread a needle.

"I don't have an anesthetic with me," she said. "This will hurt."

Villain snorted. "I have a bloody hole in my waist, I think I can handle a few pinpricks."

Cara shrugged and leaned in, sliding the needle through the skin on one side of the wound with deft fingers.

Villain hissed in a breath through her teeth, her hand finding Civilian's and gripping it tightly.

"Told you," Cara murmured.

Through the next stitch and the next, Villain kept a firm hold of her Civilian's hand. He didn't let go, shifting to center himself in her field of vision.

A lovely distraction indeed, she noted.

"You still want my number?" He offered a soft smile. "Y'know, so you can call me next time you're on your way to... bleed out in my apartment. I can prepare, like, make some tea or whatever. Prop open the first-aid kit."

Villain smiled and it cracked through the crust of dried blood on her lip. "Next time, you should find some stronger pain meds."

Civilian wheezed a laugh. His fingers, light and delicate, brushed the hair from her eyes. "Make it through this, and we'll call it a date." His cheeks went abruptly pink. "Not a date-date! Just a, you know, non-date...date... Unless you want it to be a date! Not that I expect you'd want to-"

"Civilian."

"Huh?" His eyes shot to hers again as Villain reached up to touch his face.

Villain's smile softened, losing its edges, though no less amused than ever. "Let's call it a date."

Civilian looked startled. "Oh! Yes. I mean- sure. If you want."

Villain started to laugh--then winced as the needle pierced her flesh once more.

'Next time' felt an awfully long way away.

Idkkk if i like this, but I'm glad to finally get something done. I just skim-edited this so pardon any mistakes.

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[ukai-simp-services]

your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

  you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks. 

  alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

  so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”. 

  first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

  you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze. 

  yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

  a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance. 

  “I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

  kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in. 

  “continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

  your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit. 

  he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair. 

  kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

  your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru 

  oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse. 

  you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you. 

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

  for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

  but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach -  you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow. 

  of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

  part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower. 

  so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

  finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs. 

  you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else. 

  even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted. 

  yeah, that would do it.

  so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax. 

  the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.  

  oh fuck it, you thought.

  there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing. 

  you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. 

  the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey? 

  you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s. 

  what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from. 

  tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing. 

  he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

  “my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

  “tooru, i was just-”

  “playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

  your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

  “you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long. 

  oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

  “tooru, please-” 

  your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours. 

  your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

  the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear. 

  “that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

  your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

  “c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

  “good girl, that my good little slut.”

  the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.  

  you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

  the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

  “what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

  you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

  “look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?” 

  you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed. 

  tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

  “how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

  “good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

  you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

  “that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

  “that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

  “yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

  and you did.

  with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing. 

  tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position  and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

  “well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

  you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification. 

  “god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

  oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

  “come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

  “you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

  he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

  “why did you come home so early, anyway?”

  “well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

  “yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

  “because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

  “oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

  tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

  “c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

  you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

  “i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

  before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

  “fine by me.”

ukai keishin

  coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm. 

  hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

  after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used. 

  you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room. 

  following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance. 

  still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good. 

  a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it. 

  but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

  yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had. 

  you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you. 

  you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze. 

  you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on. 

  your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you. 

  your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body. 

  your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

  “honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged. 

  you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

  you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?” 

  you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room. 

  a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

  he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

  you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

  “what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

  keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

  he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

  “you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

  you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two. 

  he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

  a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

  why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

  “go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

  you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

  “ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

  “what? is my princess having trouble?”

  you nodded your head.

  he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice. 

  you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to. 

  you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

  he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

  tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing. 

  “poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

  “p-please.” you begged.

  “please what? use your words, princess.”

  “please- please help me cum.”

  keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red. 

  “so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

  he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

  “-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

  a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

  “daddy- please...” you begged for more.

  “there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

  you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

  he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue” 

  you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge. 

  “cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

  with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

  you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist. 

  “keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

  he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls. 

  you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere. 

  he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers. 

  you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding. 

  ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost. 

  you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess. 

  “you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose. 

  you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either. 

   you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed. 

  the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever. 

  “you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

  he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.” 

  you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

  “did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

  “baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you. 

  you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

  “nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

  keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

  “hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

  after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

  “you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

  “I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.” 

  “not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.” 

kuroo testurou

  the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

  next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

  you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

  you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up. 

  then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago. 

  you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

  your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

  your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

  -was so dirty.

  you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips. 

  still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

  you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

  you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed. 

  when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity. 

  “test-”

  “i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day. 

  “no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

  he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs. 

  “and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

  “you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

  “name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out. 

  “let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

  “testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

  kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

  after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

  you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

  and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

 your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

  you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

  kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

  you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

  “having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

  “i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

  kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

  “hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

  “want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

  kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

  “watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

  you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

  “patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

  “whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

  kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

  “think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

  “know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

  he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

  you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

  “test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

  “that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

  you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

  “i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

  he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

  “so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

  your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

  “always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

  your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

  but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

  you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

[tender-rosiey]

Ehehe~ my birthday is just around the corner July 27th, so I wondered if u could write a date to an amusement park with Dazai and Atsushi? ☺💕

Have a nice day!❤

❥ Amusement park date with Atsushi and Dazai

ᴀ/ɴ: AHHHH HAPPH BIRTHDAY BABY; SORRY I AM LATE BUT I HOPE THIS YEAR IS FULL OF HAPPINESS AND GREAT TIME FOR YOU, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU TO MAKE IT THIS FAR AND I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU 💘💕💘💕

DAZAI OSAMU:

cheeky bastard

ANYWHO

He is living his best life

“MY LOVE LOOK AT EVERYTHING! THE VIEW IS WONDERFUL— wait ew thats a dog mascot.”

He will ride anything and everything to test if it will snap his neck, but first things first is the rides that YOU want

You are his priory after all, his lover

He is literally in love when you laugh in one of the games, the way you look so purely joyful tugs at his heartstrings

But he cackles at the way you get jump-scared easily despite being a detective at the agency and facing a lot of things far more startling

And if you don’t get scared easily then 😳

He will keep praising you about it and how it is SOOO attractive

I headcanon that dazai gets dizzy af on rides though

Like a rollercoaster? He would be somewhat stable unless it has millions of loops then he is a goner

Got you a ballon

Hid both of your faces with it while you kissed

You know the carnival games?

Dude is acing each one

Lowkey the owners of the stands are worried cause “HE IS RUINING MY CHANCES OF SCAMMING EVERYBODY!”

Tries to get you every plush there is

And does

However you tell him you will just take 4 out of the 15 plushies

So what does he do with them?

Proceed to put in random places in the street

Waste of good plushies you might say

BUT

This boy sneaky

Cause he knew some kids were near these random areas

So he is trying to secretly provide them toys so it can fill their time and accompany them through their tough journey of life

Dazai is a good man, in my eyes if you disagree which btw if you do then 😒

I do see him being extremely secretive and careful while doing those actions though

And it isn’t obvious to the normal view of a person that he is doing good

Like how Atsushi pointed out that he sacrificed himself for the sake of the city

<3

ALSO

You ended this lovely date with a ✨romantic✨ ride on the Ferris wheel 🎡

And yes you kissed when your cart reached the top

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI:

HE LOOKS SO SAD IN THE GIF IT MAKES ME SAD

but it’s pretty and I am too lazy to find another so

First of

He will DEFINITELY try his best to get the tiger plushie

ITS JUST SO CUTE AND HE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO SO SHUT UP

If he does end up getting it then he will cutely fanboy about it and end up giving it to you

If he does not…then he will, like deflated ballon, walk his disappointed self to the rides while holding your hands

“I wanted it for you, so I can be around you all the time :(“

he pouts and I don’t take criticism

Also if he manages to get anything else you will also end up giving it to you but a little “>:^” attitude because it isn’t the tiger but if you like it

Then it’s fine and dandy 😌

Atsushi s c r e a m s on high and steep rollercoasters

“Y/N I don’t think this is A GOOD IDEAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD THATS A CAMERA NO!”

Another one who gets dizzy

“I should’ve listened to Dazai-san when he warned me about rollercoasters.”

“‘SUSHI WHAT? WHAT DID THE OLD MAN SAY?”

Cue the “HACHOHECHIMEI” sneeze of that dumb brunette called dazai

Now aside from that

You guys got balloons, and chocolate and probably every snack you could find

I feel like Atsushi is someone who LOVES taking pictures

So anything that is remotely aesthetically pleasing will be taken a photo beside unless you don’t want

He gets so giddy and shy seeing you so happy and having fun too like literally hearts in his eyes 🥺

And unlike his mentor up there instead of laughing at you for getting scared, he will comfort you and reassure you that it’s not scary

“It’s okay, babe; I am here!”

ALSO

The photo booth <3

You guys took pictures in it like a lot (yes in addition to the pics on the phone)

He blushed and turned to a tomato when you kissed his cheek

Awww

despite the time you have been dating for, he still gets flustered by your affections

A little bonus for you cuties is that Atsushi was playing with a kid who got his balloon popped

IT WAS SO PURE

UGH

taglist: @magenta-cat-drawingss @pompompurin1028 @scul-pted @dazaisdeathwish @requiem626k @nameless-shrimp @shinys-bsd-world-1

copyright © 2020 tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[glazelilyy]

@quixoticmirror . Og art by @/argodeon on tumblr

Character: Kaeya

hello luce it’s been a hot minute ! I’ve been quite busy so I’m a little slow to catch up, sorry! I wonder what you can come up w this photo; don’t worry if you can’t ! I just thought this would be a pretty unique one to try your hand at ^-^ pls lmk if you get stuck on it and I’ll pick someone else !! <3 as always keep it up Luce I support !!

𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢

pairing - kaeya x gender neutral reader (modern au!)

genre - fluff, comfort

word count - 1874

a/n - hey eph!! you were right when you said this was unique, i got stuck on it for a little while but i think i've managed to come up with something hehe :) thank you for sending me a req!! :D <3

content under the cut!

kaeya watched with a dejected frown as you halfheartedly tossed your paintbrush onto the cloth-covered floor of your art studio. your hands were a mess of fuchsia oils and violet acrylics, and yet the canvas in front of you remained blank, white as snow.

"dove, how about you take a break-"

"i can't! i-i just can't..." exhausted, you plopped back down onto the wooden stool in front of your canvas and looked back at the nothingness in front of you.

"i had five months to do this project, and it's due in two days. and yet i have nothing." your voice was bitter and dripped with muted acid. the skin under your eyes had darkened to the color of twilight and hung from your dull irises.

frustration seemed to be your worst enemy right now, it sat by your side and sank its talons into your paint covered hands. just looking at the blank canvas had pinpricks of water poking at your eyes.

"hey- hey sweetness, look at me." kaeya knelt down, balancing himself on one knee. his palms founds purchase on your shoulders and his face dipped down to attempt to meet your eyes, but shame overwhelmed you and you found yourself looking away instead.

"inspiration doesn't just come to you when it's convenient, you've been trying for so long," he paused, eyes trained on the first trickle of tears to come creeping down the side of your cheek, "take a break, darling, you can't force yourself to give when you're running on empty."

as much as you wanted to fight against his rationale, you knew he was right and that realization manifested itself into a dejected sigh and the slump of your body forwards into his waiting arms.

kaeya's breath fanned loosely against your neck as he collected you into his arms and helped you stand up. "you can do this, sweetheart. i believe in you, but you need to rest for now, alright?" you hadn't felt yourself nod, but kaeya seemed to puff a sigh of relief in response.

you blinked and suddenly you were in the bathroom and the warm feel of silky water and kaeya's gentle hands rinsed away at the paint that stained your skin. his lips pressed themselves softly into your temple as he wiped away the remaining droplets with a soft, fluffy towel and guided you towards your bedroom.

he felt a bit like a mother right now, especially as he held the plush covers up for you and tucked them snugly around your deflated body. when he turned around to leave you to rest, your stomach churned and you found yourself seeking his warmth.

"kaeya?" your voice was muffled from underneath the thick, heavy blanket, only your eyes peeping out over the top.

"yes, baby?"

"could you stay with me? until i fall asleep?" your hand slipped out from under the blanket and stretched itself towards him.

kaeya quietly laughed and nodded while he rounded the bed and slipped under the covers. his arms looped themselves around your waist and you found your body flushing against his thumping heart. his hand gently pet the back of your head, and his lips found solace on your forehead.

"you're too precious, doll," he mumbled against your skin, lips stretched into a sugary smile, "now sleep, get some rest."

***

you weren't sure when you'd drifted off, but you remember counting the steady rhythms of kaeya's humming heart in your mind and slipping away from the confines of consciousness.

eyes still shut, your arms reached out seeking kaeya's warmth only to be met with absent and frigid sheets. pouting, you groggily sat up and glanced over at the clock: 3:04am

light from the hallway spilled ever so slightly from the cracked, bedroom door. though you were content to flop back under the cover and slip away from consciousness, you missed his presence far too much and your balmy heels found their way onto the ice cold hardwood floors in search of your lover.

gentle r&b floated down the hallway and kissed the tips of your ears. you poked your head into your art studio where kaeya stood in front of your corkboard, hands on his hips while he stared intently at the multitude of photos and printed out pictures pinned up on your wall. one of the hands that rested on his sweatpants-covered hips clutched a beige folder that you knew held all of your concept designs. kaeya nodded his head along to the soft music that streamed from your cat shaped speaker, absorbed in staring at the many pinned up photos on the board.

"kaeya?" upon hearing your sleep ridden voice, kaeya whipped his head back and smiled seeing you propped up against the doorframe.

"you should be sleeping, kitten. did i wake you?" he opened out his arm and allowed you to step closer and wrap your arms around his torso.

"no, just missed you." you mumbled into his shirt and squeezed tighter.

he chuckled against your temple and pressed a flurry of kisses to your skin. "well i'm right here, satisfied?"

"very. what are you doing up so late?" you directed your attention the corkboad he'd been staring at: photos of the pair of you were pinned up beside printed out pictures of pink carnations and violet peonies.

"i've been trying to find something that'll inspire you to make something, figured you might get some inspiration from our photos." that signature sloppy smile of his would be the death of you, as would his giant heart.

"kaeya...thank you." he was sure if you squeezed him any harder he'd break into two, but he voiced no complaints and leaned in close to feel the softness of your lips against his.

"anything for you, angel." he murmured against your forehead once he pulled away.

for a while, the two of you basked in both the gentle notes coming from the speaker and each other's heartbeats while you stared at the formations on the wall. your goal with the project was to paint something magical, something that felt ethereal, though you hadn't had much luck. a certain picture caught your eye: it was one you had taken while on a trip to a botanical gardens with kaeya, and upon your insistence he stood in front of a field of beautiful, fuchsia flowers and smiled brightly for your camera.

your eyes then trailed off to the printed out photos of picturesque moonlit patios and fantastical stone-carved pathways. the ideas began to trickle down from your brain towards your hands, one by one they settled at your fingertips and suddenly instead of a mangled line of frustration and uncertainty, a door appeared with an idea written on it.

hastily, you broke away from kaeya's comforting hold, startling him a bit, but he knew you well enough to know that you were beginning to slip into one of your "creative moods".

"feeling inspired?" he teased with a knowing smile, setting down the concept folder on your desk while you hustled about your studio, grabbing paints, brushes, and other materials.

"yes! very!" you gleefully set your items down and threw yourself into his arms, pecking his cheek and lips over and over again.

"thank you thank you thank you kaeya!" you squealed between kisses, hugging him tighter against your body.

his broad arms held you snug against his frame while you pampered him with kiss after kiss. "oho? someone's awfully affectionate today, though i can't deny that it's quite enjoyable." kaeya squeezed you tight and pressed an overemphasized kiss onto your cheek which caused you to squirm out of his grip.

"okay okay! i love you to bits but let me work!" you giggled and wriggled out of his embrace.

he ceded to your protests and gave you one final kiss on your forehead. "alright, alright, doll. i'll go make us something to keep us awake." kaeya laughed and exited your studio.

your diligent hands worked endlessly, only pausing to take not-so-careful sips of the warm mug of hot chocolate kaeya set down beside you. you nearly held up your dirty paint water to your lips and drank from it if not for kaeya's careful eye and quick reflexes (the last few times, you hadn't been so lucky).

"how's it coming along, baby?" kaeya tried to peek over at your canvas but you were quick to raise your paintbrush covered in light pink paint, a threatening aura around your body.

"no peeking! i want it to be a surprise!" kaeya would've insisted on having a quick look, but there was no way he could deny that adorable pout of yours.

"alright, alright, i give in." he raised his hands in surrender with a cheeky smile and plopped back onto the desk chair, making himself busy by humming along to the music and scrolling through his phone.

you weren't sure how much time had passed, and by the time you were finally finished with your painting, the sun had risen high into the sky then plummeted into a sea of purples and pinks. kaeya had somehow managed to get you aside for twenty minutes total during the day to eat something, but with how you shoveled food into your gullet it felt more like watching a vacuum suck up dust.

the resolute sound of you not-so-elegantly flinging your paintbrush onto the cloth-covered floor ripped kaeya's attention away from the novel he'd been indulging in. with vigor and vibrancy, you stood up from your stool and danced around in a circle.

"i'm done! it's finished!" you cheered, eagerly scampering over to where kaeya sat.

your hands, doused in paint both wet and dry, met his and pulled him to his feet. "does this mean i finally get to see now?" you nodded vigorously and pulled him to your canvas still wet with fresh paint.

on the canvas that had been devoid of any color or passion yesterday, there now lay a mystical world of pinks and purples on a fantasy-esque backdrop. purple and mauve bushes collected themselves at the sides and bunched up to embrace the large, glimmering crescent moon that laid right in the middle of the photo. the pathway and flowers you had painted were strikingly similar to that of the photo you'd taken of kaeya, down to the last, final detail.

"(y/n) this is...so incredible!" he turned his attention towards you and cupped your face in his hands.

"you're stupid talented, never forget that, angel." you giggled at his remark and melted into his body.

"it's all thanks to you that i got inspired. you're my inspiration." your words were muffled by the cotton of his shirt, but they rang loud and clear in his head.

"does that mean i can do nude modeling for you now? hell, i'll strip down anytime for you, darling." kaeya "winked" at you and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"don't ruin the moment," you sighed with a tired smile, "just let me thank you for helping me so much."

kaeya kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tight against his chest, "the pleasure's all mine, doll." he mumbled while looking at your hard work, still fresh on the canvas.

[mrs-harkness]

Run To Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mention of child abuse 

Word count: 1.7K

A/n: The love for this fic as me soaring! I plan on it being in about 10 parts, if you’re here for it! Also- there is mention of a memory of abuse in the beginning. As a child of abuse myself, it was a bit difficult to write so please skip it if you think it will bother you! It’s the italicized part in the beginning and will not affect the story line for you at all! Anyways, happy reading. Thank you all so much!

"No! Please! I'll be a good girl!"

Your little voice strained, kicking your legs wildly to prevent yourself from being placed in the bathtub. She didn't listen, forcing you into the water. It was too hot and burned, but thankfully you were fully clothed and it protected your skin, if only a little bit. You cried out and reached for the woman's forearms, gripping them so hard your tiny knuckles turned white. The woman who was supposed to protect you, supposed to love you.

Tears streamed down your face as she pushed your body down, your head going under. You thrashed, sending water everywhere and you fought as hard as you could. You could see her angry face from beneath the water. You didn't understand what you had done wrong this time. You were afraid. You screamed, bubbles being sent to the surface in a last attempt of a cry for mercy.

You shot up in bed, sweating. You touched your face and found it dry, telling yourself you were safe. It was only a dream. You took a deep breath, relishing the feeling. You were safe now. You were okay.

"Did you have a bad dream, Y/n?"

You jumped at her voice. You hadn't see Diane standing in the doorway of the room, but now that your eyes had adjusted, you saw her in her night clothes with a cup of tea, looking over at you.

"Uh yeah, I have them a lot. It's no big deal, I'm used to it."

You looked over at the clock and saw that it was 5:45 AM. Diane had been up long enough to make a pot of tea and you wondered just how long she had been standing at the door.

You went to adjust yourself in bed and cried out, wincing. You had never felt more sore in your entire life, and it was like your body had decided to give up on you. Your arms shook and gave out, causing you to flop down on the bed.

Diane rushed over, placing her tea on the bedside table. She brushed your hair out of your face, her eyes filled with concern. You felt the bed dip as she sat by you, hovering over you.

"Don't push it. You will feel the most sore today and you're going to need rest. I can bring you what you need and take care of you. You just need to relax."

You felt very conflicted. You had never in your life seen such kindness, never mind from someone you barely knew. You did not want to appear weak or need help, but at the same time you did. You didn't know Diane but it was like something in your heart told you that you had actually known her your whole life. You felt a warm tingly feeling bloom in your chest when she looked at you and while you would never admit it to even yourself, you wanted her close to you. Even through that warm feeling though, you also felt a small nagging voice in the back of your mind that something was not right. Something about this whole situation was wrong, but maybe that's just because you had never been loved before. You didn't know how to handle it was all. It wasn't wrong, it was just new.

Diane looked at you with what you thought could possibly be admiration and you couldn't help but smile a bit. Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, unable to process everything. Diane placed her hand suddenly on your forehead, drawing your attention back to her.

"Do you feel like you're running a fever? You're sweating and your cheeks are flushed," she said, moving her hands around your face trying to see if you were. She grabbed your face with both hands and pressed her lips to your forehead. You knew this was a way some people could tell if someone was running a fever, but it still shocked you. You gasped and pulled back suddenly.

"Sorry, my hands are cold and I couldn't tell," she said, realizing she may have made you uncomfortable.

"Oh, no it's okay. It's my fault. I'm not good with people showing concern because I never really go it much. I'm fine though. My nightmares just get really bad sometimes and I wake up like this," you said, forcing yourself to sit up.

Diane smiled softly at you, placing her hand on yours.

"Y/n, you know... you deserved care and concern from someone. You may not have had it then, but I hope I can provide some for you now, if you'll let me."

You throat seemed to close and you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. You quickly cleared your throat and looked away, taking a deep breath. You didn't want her to see you cry. She squeezed your hand though, and you know she saw it.

"Also, if you ever want to talk about your dreams with me, I don't mind. I'd love to listen to you about anything you want to say, especially something that is bothering you."

With that Diane got up, taking her tea with her and heading towards the door.

"I am going to go make you some breakfast and a cup of tea and bring it to you. You just relax and I will be back in a minute," she said.

"Wait, don't you have work? It's really okay. I'm sore, but I can take care of myself. Plus I really should start looking for somewhere else-"

"Oh no, its okay. I took the week off work to make sure you get back on your feet. I have a bunch of days saved up. It will be like a little vacation. Plus, you need me," she said, her voice almost a song. She left the room before you could argue.

You suddenly became aware of just how weak your body felt. You weren't sure why you felt so weak, but then again you had never been run down by a car before. You propped the pillows from the bed up behind you, not willing to lay back down. You were still tired but you were also hungry and the promise of food was much better than another nap.

You looked around the room, bathed in early morning light. It was very comfortable and felt lived in even though it had supposedly just been sitting empty this whole time. The walls were decorated so pretty and it smelled like fresh linen. There were countless number of books and other things that could keep someone entertained for what seemed like years. It was plush and inviting and seemed like heaven for a young girl. The only strange thing was the many picture frames placed around the room. All of them were empty. Why would you buy picture frames if you didn't have pictures to put in them? Maybe it was just a stylistic choice, but they seemed sad, just waiting for photos to be placed in them.

You heard footsteps coming from the hall and watched as Diane entered with a tray. She put a simple breakfast of oatmeal and fruit in front of you, with a steaming cup of tea on the side.

"Eat up, you'll need it to get back your strength. Also make sure you drink all that tea. It's got special herbs in it that will get your immune system going to make sure you don't get an infection from any of those cuts," Diane hummed, checking over the tray to make sure you had everything.

You grabbed the tea and went to take a sip, but stopped and put it down, a question weighing heavily on you.

"Diane, why are you doing this? You don't know me, whatsoever, and usually when you hit someone with your car, you call the police and then go on about your day to worry later about insurance. But you took me in and are being so nice to me. Why?"

Diane stopped and took in a breath, thinking of her response. She then came and crouched by the bed, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Do you believe in fate Y/n?" Diane asked. This caught you off guard.

"Uh, yes. Yes, I do."

"Well as crazy as this sounds, I believe it was fate that we crossed paths. We're two lone people. Me, with so much love to give, and you, in need of so much love. I know it may sound strange, but from the moment I looked at you I felt like I had found someone I had been looking for for such a long time. Maybe I'm just assuming things, but I think you felt that too," she whispered.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. Maybe she was right. Maybe this is why you felt drawn to this town. It wasn't your foster sister, but fate. It seemed so unlikely and you were scared to trust it, but it was all you ever wanted: Love.

Diane smiled so hard that you were sure her face may split. She grabbed the back of your head and kissed the side of your head. You didn't pull away this time, allowing the affection to warm your cheeks and your chest.

"Y/n, I can't wait to get to know you. I'm so happy I found you. You're safe now. You've got me," she said.

She stood up, looking like she might dance around the room. She walked to the doorway and turned back to point to the tray in front of you.

"Make sure you eat and drink that tea. It's important for you to do that," she said. You nodded and picked up the mug, taking a big swig. You grimaced and forced yourself to swallow. It tasted awful.

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry. It's got a bad taste, but its going to help you. Drink it all, because I will check. I'll come back in a bit to check on you," she said leaning against the frame.

You took another swig and almost gagged, but you wanted to make her happy. She smiled at you and winked, this time closing the door behind her as she left. You were going to have to get used to this, but you thought it would be easy with Diane. You really felt safe with her.

[kireii-writes]

pairing: reader x chisaki kai (overhaul)

fandom: BNHA 

<read part 1 here >

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warning(s): swearing, mentions of kidnapping and drugs, reader is a badass yakuza leader

summary: in which y/n is a young yakuza leader who one day caught the interest of the leader of their rival gang, chisaki kai

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A near empty glass of red wine sat on the glass table in front of you as you sank back into the plush sofa you were on, a cigarette between hung between your lips. With a long exhale, a new wave of smoke replaced the previous one that was slowly dissipating in the air conditioned room.

“Are you done?” The voice in front of you across the table made you tilt your head towards its direction. 

“Chisaki, did you not teach your men to be respectful to visitors?” You asked the man in front of you lazily as Chisaki’s unreadable eyes never left yours. No doubt, that the intensity of his stare made you uncomfortable. It was like he was undressing you with those calculative eyes of his.

“Nemoto, where are your manners? Y/n’s a guest and a fellow yakuza leader, there’s no need to be rude.” Chisaki ordered the man who had rudely interrupted your peace earlier on, his eyes never leaving you. 

“Whatever,” you waved your hand dismissively. “I’m here on business with you, Chisaki.” Taking one last puff of your almost finished cigarette, you lazily threw the bud on the clean and pristine floor and extinguished it with the heel of your shoe. much to Chisaki’s annoyance. You knew how much Chisaki hated it when someone smokes and dirties the environment he’s in, and the subtle scrunch of his eyebrows indicating his unhappiness made you smirk internally. 

“Why did you order your men to attack mine? I’m sure you’re aware, I already have 3 causalities just this week. Are you that bad at controlling your men that they end up running around like rabid dogs? Hell, even dogs are smarter than them.”  At your remark, both Chisaki and his most loyal follower, Nemoto visibly tensed up. Silently, Chisaki loosened his tie and leaned forward, his steady eyes locking with your disinterested ones. 

“I told them to do whatever they deem fit if anyone comes into my territory. It’s the fault of your own men not knowing their place.” The young yakuza leader replied. “That was my order to them, if you’re not happy there’s nothing I can do. After all, your men are already dead. Maybe it’s the result of having such an incapable and spoilt brat who lacks the guts and experience as the yakuza leader.” He scoffed. 

As much as you hated it, there was some truth to his words. Out of all the yakuza leaders, you lack the experience that most of them have. Instead of working your way up to the top, you had it easy, with the position given to you, all just because you’re the child of the previous yakuza leader. Hell, there were even times when you weren’t sure you would be able to manage a whole organization of men who would kill on a whim. But still, you had successfully managed to prevent the yakuza from falling apart as soon as you inherited the ‘throne’. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? I hit the jackpot, didn’t I?” Chisaki took your silence as a form of cowardice. “You shouldn’t talk so much when you’re still learning about the ways of the yakuza, my dear y/n.” The black face mask covered the lower half of his face, but you’re positively sure that underneath the damn mask was a smirk. 

Motioning for the lackey that had accompanied you, he handed you a lighted cigarette which you sucked harshly on, your feet taping the carpet impatiently. “I don’t want to hear that kind of crap for someone who has to wear a face mask and gloves all the damn time. Maybe you should retire and spend the rest of your life in solitary confinement. You act too much like an old man.” You retorted smugly, your eyes daring him to say something else. “I may not be as great of a leader as my father,” you exhaled, smoke acting as a temporary curtain between you and Chisaki. “But I know better than to take part in illegal drug dealings despite being banned from it.” You scoffed. “Oh, and the illegal developing of dangerous drugs without a legal license.”

At your words, Chiskai gave a humorless low chuckle, the deep baritone of his voice slicing through the dangerously silent room. “You can’t accuse someone of doing something without concrete proof, y/n. What makes you think that we’re dealing with illegal drugs? If you have the proof, show it to me.” 

“There’s no need for any proof and you know it. Once I tip the police off, it’s over for your poor little pathetic life.” You replied with obvious disinterest as you looked back at Chisaki who had gone silent, an unreadable look on his face yet again. 

“Well,” You sighed as you got up from the sofa and stretched your limbs. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I don’t see a point in staying here any longer.” Taking a puff from your cigarette, you turned to leave without bidding Chisaki goodbye. 

“Oh and, the girl’s name is Eri, isn’t it?” You paused in front of the door and tilted your head to look at Chisaki. But the man hadn’t move one bit, and his body showed no signs of tension. “How terrible you are, Chisaki. Never would I dream of kidnapping a young girl to experiment drugs on. Only a degenerate like you could do it.” You scoffed.

Still no reaction from the man on the sofa.

“If you want me to keep your little secret, you ought to compensate for the lives of my men you’ve taken. It’s the least you can do.” You said after awhile. “Human lives are not so cheap that you can go ahead and take them without any regard. Atleast the lives of my men aren’t.”

With one last side glance at the other yakuza leader, you left without another word.

~~~

It’s been more than three weeks ever since your little “meeting” with Chisaki, and there was no sign of remorse from him. In fact, he took it upon himself to see that you suffer more losses. From the constant cuts and bruises your men would get after running errands to the drastic decrease of customers that would frequent the gambling dens under your ownership, it was as clear as day that Chisaki was reacting to your words, all the more making it obvious that he was indeed hiding something. 

“... So I want you to stay away from Chisaki for the time being, you got it?” The silvery voice of the young man next to you brought you back to reality. 

“Y/n? Are you even listening to me?” 

Setting down the cool glass of whiskey in front of you, you gave a sigh in response and turned to the man beside you. 

“Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, Midoriya.”

Midoriya Izuku- as far as you could remember, your little partnership with him went back a long way. When you had claimed the position of the yakuza leader, the first thing you did was to make sure that you were on good terms with the police. That way, things would be easier. In exchange for more freedom to carry out the organization’s businesses, you had agreed to inform the police of any suspicious activities that were going on in the yakuza world. Midoriya Izuku, although the two years younger than you, had a strong sense of justice like no other. Ever since he had been in the police force three years ago, he’s been working hard like no other officer to bring gather evidence and bring down the Shie Hassaikai. By working with him, the Shie Hassaikai would collapse sooner or later, making you the next most influential yakuza leader once Chisaki was out of the way. 

“I suppose you wouldn’t want any information on whatever Chisaki’s been planning then?” You raised an eyebrow as you scruntised the drink in from of you before downing in all in one gulp.  “I have... some news that might interest you.” You gave a tiny smirk as you placed a lit cigarette between your teeth. 

“And how reliable is your source?” Midoriya raised an eyebrow questioningly. “For all you know it might just be a rumor.”

“Midoriya, Midoriya.” You sighed. Since when did I ever lie to you?” A lighthearted chuckle escaped from you, the smoke from your lips blurring your vision.

“... Two months ago, when you said you’d be free to grab ramen together and you ended up bailing on me last minute.” The green haired man replied quietly, almost seriously. 

Almost immediately, a burst of laughter erupted from within you, your body trembling from the vibrations of your laugh. Since when have you last felt this genuinely happy? 

“I couldn’t help it and you knew it. There was no way I could half ass things and leave to have ramen with you.” You sighed as you wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes, now full of life and vibrancy. “But on a serious note,” You continued. “They aren’t just rumors. Pictures don’t lie.” A huge puff of thick, grey smoke hit the back of your lungs as you tossed a manila envelope towards Midoriya, which the latter swiftly caught. Without another word, the green haired male proceeded to look through the contents, his eyebrows scrunching as his eyes landed on each and every photograph contained in the envelope. 

“... What is all this about? Where did you get these photos?” 

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” You propped your elbows on the bar counter top, your gaze swift as you scanned the different bottles of drinks behind the counter. “Illegal drug trafficking on top of the Illegal developing of drugs. Not only that, you see the girl in the picture? She’s a guinea pig to Chisaki, nothing else.” 

You didn’t have to look at Midoriya to know that he was mortified to say the least. Who wouldn’t be, after learning that a yakuza leader has been experimenting drugs on a young girl?

“She’s the one, isn’t it?” You asked. “The girl that had been reported missing. You know, the one that the police has been finding for the past few months.” You stretched your limbs, a contended sigh escaping from your lips as strong yet gentle fingers tapped the cigarette trapped between them.

“Y/n,” Midoriya sighed. “I thought I told you to steer clear of Chisaki and whatever he’s doing.” 

“He killed some of my men, it’s only fitting that I poke my head into his business and cause as much as trouble as I can.” You shrugged. 

At the silence that greeted your last sentence, you turned towards Midoriya, only to find him staring back at you with an unreadable look on his face.

“I’m just kidding.” 

“...”

“Anyway,” Midoriya sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is valuable information. The police will be conducting a more explicit investigation now that we have this.” He waved the manila envelope in his hand. 

“Do whatever you want with it.” You replied, your voice devoid of any emotion at all. “In fact, the sooner you throw him in jail the better.” You inhaled another puff of thick smoke. 

“Y/n.” The seriousness in Midoriya’s voice made you turn towards him, the slight raise of an eyebrow the only thing conveying emotion. 

“Smoking isn’t good for your health.” 

A mirthless laugh from you was the only response Midoriya got from you. 

“Stay away from Chisaki from now on, okay?” 

“...”

Hearing no response from you, Midoriya sighed as he got up from his seat. “Then, I’ll get going now. I’ll contact you soon.” 

With one last pat on your shoulder, you were now left all alone, the sound of his footsteps concealed by the plush carpet that covered every inch of the floor. 

“No promises.” You muttered as the last puff of smoke filled your lungs. 

[umbry-fic]

A Palette Full of You (3)

Summary: Glimpses into Colette and Lloyd’s lives as they grow up together, learn who they are, and fall in love with each other.

(Written for Colloyd Week 2021)

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Colette Brunel, Lloyd Irving, Sheena Fujibayashi, Zelos Wilder Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel & Lloyd Irving & Sheena Fujibayashi & Zelos Wilder Rating: G Chapter: 3 of 6 Word Count: 6896 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 11/06/2021

Chapter Title: Race Into the Night

Chapter Summary: Lloyd, Colette, Zelos and Sheena visit the carnival to have a night of fun after the end of exams. Lloyd and Colette end up riding the Ferris wheel alone, where...

(Colloyd Week Day 3: Confession/First Kiss)

Notes: Chapter 3 of my multi chapter Colloyd week fic! Featuring much fluff and sap. Zelos is non-binary in this and uses they/them pronouns.

Chapter title from Yoasobi's song.

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18-years-old

"There is no way I'm ever going on that thing. You can't make me."

"Come on, you promised that if I scored better than you at darts you would ride the Riptide with me! Gonna go back on your word now, Sheena?"

"Stop smirking at me, Zelos! You clearly cheated! That game was rigged!"

"All carnival games are rigged. That's common knowledge."

"I don't care. You still cheated!"

"Cheated how? You were watching me the whole time!"

Colette giggled, watching her two friends have a go at each other as they inched closer to each other with each word they spoke. All three of them were leaning against the cold metal railing, though Colette was careful to keep a safe distance from Zelos and Sheena. When they were engrossed in arguing with each other, there was a safe zone, and a not-safe zone where one was liable to get smacked by a wildly gesturing arm or two.

Surrounding them were various stalls staffed by people who were enthusiastically calling out to potential customers, hoping to receive more coupons in the final hour before the carnival closed. There were pop-up game stalls featuring the classics like ring toss and soccer, food stands selling carnival staples like candy floss and popcorn, and even thrill rides like the aforementioned Riptide, a roller coaster that paled in comparison to USS' coasters but certainly had the most twists and turns of anything offered at the carnival. Adorning everything was bright neon lights and colourful decorations, and noise came from every angle, lending to a cheery atmosphere that could get a tad overwhelming at times.

Despite the late hour of 9 pm, there was still quite a crowd - mostly consisting of young adults like them, the majority of families having gone home for the night. She had bumped into quite a few classmates in the past three hours, who had come here with the same idea of having a fun night out with friends after the end of A-levels. A lot of pictures had been taken, until her cheeks hurt a bit from smiling so much, but it had been great fun.

She, Lloyd, Zelos and Sheena had managed to visit almost every booth, using up all of the coupons that they were sharing amongst each other. But even with their combined efforts, they had only managed to win one prize: the adorable Siberian Husky plush she was currently hugging. Though they'd certainly snacked on their share of popcorn, sharing one large carton between the four of them until their fingers were sticky with kernels.

"Colette, back me up!" Sheena begged, turning to face Colette. Despite the biting words that were leaving her mouth, her true emotions were betrayed by the smile playing at the corner of her lips. Sheena's hair was tied up into her trademark high ponytail, the ends of her hair swaying slightly in the weak wind.

"What, me?" Colette exclaimed, rather surprised she was being pulled into the conversation. Zelos and Sheena tended to retreat into their own world whenever they got into this state, forgetting anyone else existed.

"Uh, well..." Colette muttered, sheepishly smiling. "Sorry to disappoint, Sheena, but I have to give this one to Zelos."

"See? Even Colette agrees!" Zelos placed their elbow on the railing, leaning closer to Sheena, smirking.

Sheena didn't even spare Zelos a look, just shoved their face away with a hand, ignoring Zelos' sputters of protest. "How could you, Colette? How could you side with the idiot?" Sheena cried in mock betrayal.

"Well, I and Lloyd were both there, and we both saw Zelos win fair and square. And a deal's a deal," Colette replied, shrugging. Zelos did seem more insistent than usual, but she couldn't discern why.

"Just think of it as a date!" Zelos waved a nonchalant arm in the air, that smirk never fading as they took hold of Sheena's arm.

"Screaming in abject terror is not my idea of a date," Sheena hissed through gritted teeth, though she didn't free herself from Zelos' hold. "Besides, we're supposed to ride the Ferris wheel together once Lloyd comes back!"

"Eh, we won't make it before the carnival closes if we catch the Ferris wheel. Don't worry, I'll treat you to ice cream afterwards! And if that isn't enough to appease you, surely some Ajisen will." Zelos turned to Colette and winked, leaving Colette utterly confused. Was there an underlying meaning to all of this she was supposed to be catching?

"If you drag me on that damn thing, Zelos Wilder, I swear I will never forgive - GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! STOP!" Sheena shrieked as Zelos began to drag her by brute force towards the snaking queue of the Riptide. Colette gaped, watching Sheena struggle wildly, digging her feet into the ground and hurling curses that got steadily fouler at Zelos, who didn't seem to be affected at all.

"I'm back with the drinks!" Lloyd's happy voice came from behind her as he walked up to her, holding two cups with steam venting from their tops, hair adorably ruffled from the day's hectic events, woefully unaware of everything that had occurred in the time he was gone. "Wait, what's... Happening...?" he asked, only now spotting the gradually diminishing silhouettes of Zelos and Sheena.

"I... Uh, Zelos and Sheena are going to ride the Riptide," Colette said, explaining the situation as succinctly as she could. How else could she word it, anyway? There was no explaining the antics of those two.

"Alright." Lloyd shrugged, accepted her explanation and passing one cup over to her. She pushed the plushy into the crook of her elbow, freeing up a hand to accept the cup and still managing to almost drop it. She closed her fingers around the plastic cup, soaking in the warmth it emanated.

"It's hot chocolate," Lloyd explained between gulps as he practically downed the whole cup in half a minute. "They're out of hot milo. Sorry."

"It's alright. Any hot drink would have done." Colette finally took a sip, feeling the sting from the heat and sticking out her tongue.

"Should we wait for them to come back or go queue for the Ferris wheel?"

Colette sighed. "We should just go. The queue for the Riptide is really long... They know to meet up back at the MRT at 10."

The original plan was to take a group photo at the peak of the revolution of the Ferris wheel, but that didn't look like it was going to happen now.

So it would just be her and Lloyd riding the Ferris wheel. An activity that could be seen as romantic. The pamphlet for the carnival had even advertised it as a ride of love. When they'd walked past it just now, she'd seen that the Ferris wheel was decked out with a ton of wire hearts that lit up in multiple colours.

It was just ten minutes. It would be over in the blink of an eye! Totally!

"Then, let's go," Lloyd said, grabbing her hand and giving her a minute heart attack, causing her bravado to crumble into dust.

Nope. There was no way this could end well.

The two of them joined the short queue for the Ferris wheel, having thrown their empty cups into a nearby dustbin. Only eight people were waiting for the next empty carriage to descend to ground level and open its doors. Five of them - three children and two adults - belonged to one family, while the rest were a group of three girls, enthusiastically talking to each other. It wouldn't take long for their turn.

A bout of shivers overcame her as the wind picked up, the warmth of the drink already a memory. She wrapped her free arm around herself, gaze dropping to the floor as she once again regretted forgetting to bring out her favourite dog-ear hoodie. It was always hanging on her clothes rack, and it would have been so easy to just reach out a hand and swipe it on her way out. But no, she just had to wake up late and stumble out of the house still half-asleep.

She'd forgotten how cold the nights could get. Especially for her, someone who couldn't even handle the lecture theatre air-conditioning. Forgoing a long-sleeved T-shirt for her kiwi bird-print tee was not helping matters.

"Here." Something warm and soft was draped around her shoulders, and she looked up to find herself draped in Lloyd's familiar jacket, his face hovering close to hers. "You should have told me you were cold," Lloyd muttered, his breath tickling her neck. "I would have given you my jacket earlier."

His jacket smelt like him, a safe, comforting blanket that reached to her thighs. It held his body heat, too, slowly seeping into her.

Colette flushed, turning her face away so she didn't have to look into those russet eyes. For there was concern there, as well as the ever-present kindness, but there was also more. There was no way to hide her blush, not when he was right here, but she still had to resist the urge to hide her face behind the plushy.

Why was she still trying so hard to hide, anyway? It's not like it was of any use. She was so obvious. As Zelos had told her, it had gone far past the point of being funny.

"Though I guess you're always cold," Lloyd said, tearing his gaze away from her and taking a hurried step back. Perhaps the words were meant to be teasing, but they fell flat with the out-of-place laughter attached to the end.

"I - I mean, it - it was my fault for not bringing a jacket in the first place," she stuttered, the words stumbling over each other in her mouth in her hurry to answer. Now Lloyd would know she was nervous too. She was doing really well, wasn't she? “But thank you.”

"The next carriage is here," the attendant called out, voice flat and expression terribly bored. He was staring at them with a barely veiled expression of disinterest, waving his arms to direct them into the next carriage, doors wide open.

"Come on." Lloyd grabbed her hand, the smile returning to his face. The Ferris wheel was lit up to the nines, throwing soft purple light onto everything around her and illuminating half of Lloyd's face. Beautiful. He was always so beautiful, but it was moments like these where it made her heart hurt, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch his face.

Heart pounding in her chest, she took her seat, Lloyd sitting directly on her left, their legs close enough to brush.

She placed the plushy in her lap, resting her chin on it and trying her best to slow her racing heart, knowing it would be of no use. Here, in this carriage that was slowly rising into the sky and gently rocking, it was just the two of them in this little space, cut off from the rest of the world.

It was hard to tell herself she was imagining the intense way Lloyd was staring at her, like she was the only thing worth looking at, even though the beautiful night scenery was right outside the glass. Nor was it possible to imagine the tension, sharp as a knife, that had arisen between them for the past half a year or so. Almost everything was the same: they were still incredibly close, but there was a hesitance there now - in the way Lloyd’s fingers sometimes curled away from hers, in the way she sometimes stopped before throwing an arm around his shoulder to embrace him.

Neither of them had spoken up about that tension, dancing around each other like fools. Even if he did return her feelings… Love wasn’t enough to bridge the impossible distance between them. She could never fully comprehend all that he felt, just as he could never fully comprehend the absence of what she felt. She could never give him what others could, not with her extreme revulsion towards anything sexual in nature. She’d be willing to try, for him, simply because her love for him knew no bounds, but… she couldn't say where her limits would be. Likely not very far from where she would start.

Even though Lloyd had been nothing but supportive of her, that didn’t mean he was willing to take a chance that could very well end in failure and heartbreak. She might not be enough for him when it came to a relationship. If that was the case, she could understand. Neither of them had done anything wrong. If they were incompatible from the start, then she could keep her silence. She’d be perfectly happy to remain as friends, even if these nebulous feelings would never leave her chest. She didn’t want to lose them.

"Um, do you, uh... like the plushy?" Lloyd asked, his voice cutting through her anxious thoughts. Awkwardness radiated off of him in spades as he shifted in the seat, turning his head away to stare down at the floor. At least she wasn't the only one that was nervous. He was repeating the exact question he’d asked her when he’d given her the plushy.

"I love it. It's soft, and it's cute. Thanks for giving it to me." The same answer she’d given him before.

Lloyd had been the one who won a carnival game - the ball toss, to be specific. He'd managed to down all the cans with a single ball and gotten the choice of any of the first-place prizes. Zelos had raised an eyebrow and asked him how he'd gotten past the unfair odds. Lloyd had sheepishly scratched the back of his head and said it was a lucky accident, one that he couldn’t repeat, which proved to be true in his later attempts.

Lloyd had taken one look at the prize pool, pointed out the Siberian Husky plush to the staff, and then stuffed it into her hands the moment he'd gotten it, proclaiming that it was a gift for her. Zelos had been outright snickering, while even Sheena had looked like she was holding back laughter, shoulders shaking.

Lloyd's hand found hers in the little space between them, his thumb rubbing the skin of her palm just below her fingers. It was a repetitive, soothing motion, helping to calm her down.

She hoped that, no matter what, they would always stay together. Whether as friends or more. Just the two of them.

"I'm glad you like it." Lloyd's voice was getting progressively quieter with each syllable his lips formed, slowly shifting right along the seat towards her.

“Can - can I…” Lloyd asked timidly, turning to face her and leaning closer. Her field of vision narrowed to just his face, barely lit by the scant light that reached them from the carnival grounds and the spokes of the Ferris wheel. Everything else was slowly turning into a blur. “Can I kiss you?”

The carriage had reached the top of its revolution. Through the window, she could see the sparkling lights of the high-rises in the distance. Silence suffused the air as no one spoke, the world itself seeming to hold its breath, neither she nor Lloyd moving a single part of their bodies as they stared at each other. His eyes were wide, filled with such incredible emotion, built up over years and spilling over at this very moment.

Her breath caught in her throat, a current of warmth making itself known in her heart at the fact that he’d actually bothered to ask. She’d expected Lloyd to - the kind, considerate soul that she’d come to know and love, but somewhere in the back of her mind was tucked the irrational fear that there would never be anyone who respected her boundaries, simply because she wasn't worth it.

She took a deep breath, preparing her answer. It wouldn’t be “normal”, that was for sure. It wasn’t a simple yes or no, but rather…

“Is it fine if it’s on the cheek?” were the quiet words that left her mouth, shattering the expectant silence as her grip tightened on the plushy. Maybe one day, she wouldn’t mind a kiss on the lips, but not today. She wasn’t up to it yet.

She doesn’t know what answer she expects. Probably a no. It’s perfectly understandable for Lloyd to just step away.

“Of course,” Lloyd replied instantly, the gentle smile on his face once again shattering all the preconceived notions she’d constructed in her head, absolutely terrified of rejection but huddling herself into a corner in the belief that that was all she could possibly receive. There had been no hesitation behind that statement, no hint of reproach or anger or irritation towards her.

“Yes.” The word slipped out without any thought, for she herself had yearned for so terribly long. The desire she had always held to love, and to be loved, despite everything - to experience it all with the boy that had always been part of her life and that she hoped could continue to be there for the rest of it.

She turned her head to the side, and it didn't take another moment longer before Lloyd pressed his lips against her cheek, one hand still holding hers while his other arm wrapped around her shoulder, the plushy trapped between them. He was nothing if not gentle, bringing up her earliest memories of being kissed on the cheek by her mother, before she had left her life forever. It was through that gentleness that the force of his love was truly impressed on her - for there was passion there, in the very act of holding himself back. Love, gentle like a warm flame, but not any lesser for it, for his love was just as impregnable as a brick wall, unyielding and unbreaking.

She could feel his warm breath against her cheek, his lips softer than she could have thought, his hair close enough to run her hands through as she’d always wanted. So she did, letting the strands fall through her fingers like melted chocolate.

Was he… smiling? It sure felt like it.

It wasn't a magical moment like people always said the first kiss would be like. After all, theirs was nowhere close to conventional, but it was an experience that belonged only to them. No sparks were flying in the air, nor did time stop. It was just the two of them, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces in the way they always had, and she couldn't ask for anything more.

Lloyd moved away, his arm dropping from her shoulder, hand joining the other to clasp her limp one. His eyes were shining with joy, the same joy that filled her heart and made it feel like it might take flight at any time. Everything had finally fallen into place.

Her whole face was now on fire as she turned away, leaning forward over her legs. Her hair fell by the side of her face like a veil, letting only tiny glimpses of Lloyd through.

“You’re sure?” she asked, knowing that she needed to clarify. Even if his actions had been the shining light that burned away most of her doubts, some still remained. Lloyd really, truly needed to understand what he was getting into. She would not let him mindlessly enter into a relationship with her without knowing about all the ups and downs, all the complications that would come with it. That would only end in them hurting each other, and then they might never be able to stand the sight of each other again. It was the dreaded future she never wanted to come to pass. “It’s not going to be easy."

“I know,” he replied, squeezing her hand, his russet eyes focussed on hers. “But all relationships have challenges, don't they? We'll figure it out together, just like always. And if it doesn’t work out, then we’ll stay as friends, forever. I just want you to know that I love you.”

There is nothing but burning conviction behind his words, and a determination that reached deep into her soul and lit a flame of hope.

There would be many more difficult conversations that needed to be had, candid discussions that would need to take place. But for now, she didn't say anything more, hoping the unspoken “I love you” from her side could be understood, clear as day. She still couldn’t make herself say it, the final lingering doubt that she suspected would never fully go away holding her back: that romantic love had to go hand in hand with sexual attraction, and that one could not exist without the other.

She simply closed her eyes, leaning against him and enjoying the gentle rocking of the carriage for the remainder of their time on the Ferris wheel.

~~~

25-years-old

"Remember this Ferris wheel?" Lloyd teased Colette, squeezing her hand as they stood in front of the Ferris wheel at the reopened carnival. It wasn't the exact same one they’d ridden at the age of 18, for that one had been deconstructed years ago. But it was a near-perfect replica, down to the purple lights that lit up the spokes, though the hearts were gone. Even the bored attendant who was barely paying attention to her duties was right!

"How could I forget?" Colette laughed, her trademark bright smile on her face. Even after knowing her for twenty years and dating her for seven of those years, the sight of her smile never failed to light a spark in his chest.

At least this time Colette was dressed appropriately for the colder night, in a pencil skirt and a long-sleeved collared blouse with a few frills. She looked a lot more put-together than him, who was just wearing plain old jeans. He had picked her straight up from work before driving them here, after all.

All that was missing was the staff pass that she’d removed from around her neck and left in the car. Her smart-casual image, however, was completely shattered by the pair of grey dog ears poking out of her hair, attached to the headband sitting behind her ears. They even felt furry to the touch, though it wasn’t real dog fur.

A pair of brown ears sat on his own head. Colette hadn’t managed to win a grand prize at the game stalls like he once had out of dumb luck, but she'd managed to do pretty well at the ring toss, scoring almost all of her tosses onto the red-rimmed bottles. That meant she could redeem a few mid-tier prizes, so she'd gotten two headbands with dog ears attached, one for her and one for him that he could wear if he wanted to. He'd put it on immediately. Now they matched! He needed to take a picture of them sometime - Sheena and Zelos would appreciate the cute image.

More like Sheena would strangle him over digital space if he didn't send cute photos.

The carnival had finally returned after four years of absence, and he and Colette had jointly decided to return almost immediately upon hearing the news. It was small and honestly not that impressive compared to other theme parks they’d been to, but it still held precious memories. And it would make for a fun date, which it certainly had so far!

They'd retraced their steps from years ago, though unfortunately, they were lacking Zelos and Sheena. First riding the pirate ship, Colette’s hair going wild in the air as the ship swung from side-to-side, then visiting the game stalls, laughing at each other’s absolutely horrendous attempts, then buying and sharing a stick of cotton candy between them, taking turns biting from the fluffy substance and having their tongues curl from the overload of sweetness, before finally arriving back here at the Ferris wheel.

"I know I've said this already, but thanks for planning this all out," Colette said, linking her arm with his and smiling up at him as they joined the queue. The queue was much longer today, amounting to more than 40 people, by his rough estimate. It was still quite early in the evening, half of the sun still peeking over the horizon, the sky painted in a pink that would soon be darkening to orange. It was just as noisy as in the past, perhaps even noisier, for the families hadn't gone home yet. "There were quite a few kerfuffles with the system at work today, and this really helped."

"That bad?"

"Mm. We had a new intern come in today, and then the old system just decided to crash. Not the intern's fault, she's the sweetest girl. But it was still a headache to deal with."

"Well, I'm glad it helped. Though I'm just happy to spend more time with you."

If everything went according to plan, then he'd be seeing a lot more of her in the future.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, checking that the all-important box was still there. It was the crux of this whole operation, and he could not lose it.

Colette laughed, a sound that inevitably made him smile. "I'm sorry I haven't been free for the past few weeks. It's a busy time for the company."

"It's alright. I'll be starting work soon too, after all. Besides, we still stay two floors apart. There's pretty much no way we don't see each other every week, silly."

"Sorry, sorry. Shouldn't be a downer; you're right. Anyway, since tomorrow’s a public holiday, want to spend it over at my place?”

“Netflix and chill?” Lloyd answered, well aware that he was probably getting some weird looks from people close enough to overhear him. He wasn’t even sure if Colette knew of its double meaning - she was generally completely clueless about the world of euphemisms. Over time, they’d just started co-opting the phrase. After all, their time together at each other’s place was mostly spent… watching shows while curled up together on the couch, creating dishes that were more like unrecognisable disasters in the kitchen while attempting not to set the whole place on fire, or Colette playing video games at the foot of the bed while he tickled her neck with his toes. In terms of risque activities, they so rarely happened - and only after he checked, double-checked and triple-checked that Colette was feeling up to it and not forcing herself for his sake.

“I don’t mind, but we haven’t finished that card game we started last month. The card piles are still sitting untouched on my bay window. Wanna do that instead?”

“Sure!” He replied enthusiastically. Board games or card games always promised a good time, if infuriating when nothing would line up and Lady Luck was decidedly not smiling on him. Colette seemed to get all the luck in these party games. Maybe it was consolation for tripping all the time.

“It’s such a shame that Zelos and Sheena aren’t here,” Colette said, pulling out her phone. “I know they went on the Ferris wheel the year after we did, but we still haven’t gotten that group photo we were supposed to.”

“One’s in Europe and one’s in Australia. There’s no way they could join us on such short notice.” The last he'd heard from them, both were doing well for themselves and very happy in their long-distance relationship.

“True. I guess I can add them to the photo afterwards with the power of Photoshop. Oh, and Zelos sent me this really weird message...” After a few swipes of her finger, Colette shoved the bright phone screen under his nose.

Zelos Wilder: Looking forward to the good news ;)

“Do you have any idea what they mean?” Colette asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “They haven’t been replying to my question!”

Lloyd could feel his fingers twitching. Zelos Wilder wasn’t here, but if they were, Lloyd would have strangled them already. Trying to spoil the surprise, were they?

“It’s probably nothing! You know how they are. Always trying to cause chaos.” Lloyd shrugged, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious, as he tended to be.

“I suppose that’s true… What good news?” Lloyd could hear Colette repeating that question to herself under her breath, not quite soft enough for it to escape his notice. She didn’t seem to have noticed that anything was up with him, thankfully.

“It’s our turn! Come on, let’s get on!” Lloyd declared, just loud enough to startle Colette and cause her to nearly drop her phone. She hurriedly stuffed it back into her pocket, following Lloyd to the open carriage. She hadn't realised the space before them had completely cleared.

The attendant lazily waved them onto the open carriage with barely a glance at them, a mumbled: “Have a nice ride” leaving her mouth.

Lloyd was the first to scramble on, turning around to give Colette a helping hand - only to find her falling straight into him, having tripped over the raised step. With a shocked “Oh!” falling from her lips, Colette crashed into him, nearly knocking him flat onto the carriage seat. With a shocked yelp, Lloyd braced himself against the glass window of the carriage, barely maintaining his balance. Years of practice at stopping Colette’s sometimes fantastical falls over obstacles that weren’t visible to him had honed his reaction times to near perfection, giving him ample preparation for this situation.

The attendant continued to ignore them, gaze fixed not so discreetly on the phone sitting in her lap. The doors of the carriage slid smoothly shut, and with a jolt that nearly knocked them off balance again, the carriage set off on its journey.

"Um, sorry..." Colette apologised from her position pressed flush against Lloyd's chest, arms entangled in his. She slowly extricated herself from the mess, stumbling a few times but managing not to fall again, even with the gentle swaying of the carriage floor. He tried his best to steady her without falling over himself. She sheepishly smiled. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Lloyd adjusted her headband, setting the ears that had been knocked crooked back into their rightful place. He’d told her multiple times that she didn’t need to apologise for tripping, but she still did, the habit too ingrained to break. It was endearing, though. “You?”

“I’m fine!” Colette smoothed out her skirt (though there weren’t any noticeable wrinkles in it from the fall,) and sat down to rest her weary feet, giving Lloyd the cue to sit down as well. “Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing heels…”

Lloyd did not want to imagine what would have happened if she was - she might have twisted her ankle, or worse. She rarely wore heels due to her clumsiness, but when she did, all sorts of accidents tended to happen.

He stuffed his hand into his pocket again, fingers feeling the velvet texture again.

It’s still here.

"What's still here?" Colette’s confused voice broke through his relieved thoughts. Her hands were resting in her lap and she was leaning forward, eyes shining with a curious light. The usual white lights of the new condominiums close to the carnival grounds shone, a few glimmers of pink visible as people celebrated Pink Dot. It was at this very moment that the Ferris wheel's lights turned from purple to pink, the spokes emanating soft pink light that washed over Colette, making her hair glisten - almost like an ethereal fairy with imaginary wings that shimmered, having come to visit him on this mortal plane. The dog ears only added to that image, somehow. Even now, the sight of her was enough to make him feel dizzy, both out of love and awe, even if he no longer blushed like an embarrassed schoolboy. Awe that she could get more beautiful every time his gaze landed on her. And awe that such an incredible person had chosen to trust him and stay with him.

He was so enraptured by the angel before him that it took a few seconds for her words to process in his mind, after which he froze in horror.

OH NO, HE’D SAID IT OUT LOUD. A thousand alarm bells were ringing in his head. Some days he was reminded that he was an adult now, and other days he was reminded that he was as much an idiot as he used to be. Some things just never changed.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Colette said, a teasing lilt to her voice as she rested her chin on her palm, an amused smile playing on her lips.

He could just play it off - he knew Colette wouldn’t pursue it any further if he gave off the signals to drop the topic. She was just like that: the most considerate person he knew.

But…

The original plan had been to do it on the Ferris wheel. It even had Zelos' approval. This, right now, was the perfect chance to just let the cat out of the bag. And he would grasp the opportunity in hand before it could escape him.

For he could think of no future happier than one spent Colette’s side.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the purple box out of his pocket with a shaking hand, dropping to his knees on the surprisingly clean carriage floor, devoid of the usual spilt drinks and crumpled up tissues.

He could tell the exact moment Colette gleaned the true intent behind his actions, the blank, confused expression on her face morphing into one of shocked disbelief, eyes widening and hands flying up to cover her mouth.

Damn it, he’d completely forgotten the script he’d written with Zelos’ assistance in a back-and-forth over messages, Zelos alternating between giving actually good advice and being extremely annoying, though Lloyd had gotten them to shut up by asking them when they planned to propose. The two of them had both struggled to find the right words, since neither of them had done super well in English. But Lloyd had persevered, wanting to get his feelings across eloquently.

But now that he was staring into Colette’s blue eyes, all the words were sprouting wings and flying mockingly out of his head, leaving only blank space for him to reach uselessly for.

The one piece of advice Zelos had given him that continued to stick in his head was this: speak from the heart, and surely she would understand.

He couldn’t keep her waiting forever.

“I… ” He couldn’t help but start off slow, struggling against the block in his mind but determined to push past it. The words then seemed to just come to him, progressively faster as time went on, stumbling out of some unknown part of his mind - or perhaps it would be more accurate to say his heart. Somehow, throughout it all, he didn't drop the box despite his trembling hands. “Colette, you’re the most amazing person I know. Your compassion, your gentleness, even your clumsiness, they’re all vital parts of my life that I wouldn’t give up for anything. You are my shining star in the sky, the one that gives me hope, that inspires me to be the best version of myself. If I had the choice to relieve my life from the start, I wouldn't change a thing, because meeting you on that playground all those years ago was the best thing that has ever happened to me. All my years spent with you have been incredible, and I would like to spend many more by your side. So, just like years ago, Colette, I have something I need to ask you, right here and right now.”

“Will you… Will you marry me?” He finished, voice drifting off into silence as he flipped open the box to reveal the two plain, thin metal rings he’d bought. Colette wasn’t the type to go for flashy diamonds or colourful gems. She’d appreciate something simple like this.

He waited, the few seconds of deafening silence seeming to stretch out into eternity, broken only by the sound of blood rushing past his ears. This wasn’t the first time he’d asked this very question, if in a different and less dramatic form. He’d already received her answer once. But he would respect whatever answer she gave now, and most of all, they would keep the promise they had made at this very place: that they would always remain friends, no matter what.

~~~

Colette still couldn’t quite believe her ears, gaze flitting between Lloyd’s face and the box he was holding up towards her, the two rings housed snugly within reflecting pink light.

Marriage had crossed her mind many times. She had learned over the years that it wasn’t a penultimate goal that had to be reached to prove her relationship successful, and she’d told Lloyd as much when he’d asked her two months ago if she’d be willing to get married.

But still, even if she had managed to break free from most of the notions the fairytales of old had implanted into her head, able to just enjoy them as sweet stories now, she couldn’t quite rid herself of the dream of having a fairytale wedding. One that was perfectly planned, with family and friends present to stand witness to their union.

She’d told him yes. That she would be willing to tie the knot with him, the one she loved. The expectation of a proposal had been simmering in the back of her mind ever since, often going forgotten. She had not expected the time would be now. Lloyd had been more fidgety than normal, constantly checking his pockets while disguising the action as keeping his hands in his pockets. She’d known something was up, but his true intentions had escaped her detection until just moments before, when she’d been taken off guard. All she’d thought when he’d pulled out the box was that it resembled the ring boxes in the dramas Sheena was always recommending to her, the ones that appeared in all the emotional proposal scenes, until the realisation had hit her in the chest like a truck.

Once again, like years ago, they’d reached the top of the revolution. The silence remained unbroken as Lloyd patiently awaited her answer, not pushing her towards one. And so events repeated, mirrored across time.

Colette slowly stretched out her arm, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as a smile graced her face. She nodded, her throat blocked by all the emotions that swirled in her chest, unable to say ‘yes’ out loud even as she screamed it over and over in her mind, the tears finally breaking free of whatever barrier was holding them back to spill down her face.

Lloyd broke out into the most beautiful smile she had ever seen, radiating pure joy as he slid one of the simple, elegant, silver bands onto her ring finger. It fit. Perfectly. When had he even learned her ring size?

She picked up the other ring that was meant for Lloyd, marvelling at how her hand could somehow remain stable as the rest of her body trembled in barely contained emotion. The ring was so tiny, held between her thumb and index finger, and yet it held such significant weight as she slid it onto his ring finger, the skin of his hand rough against hers and the metal cold.

Lloyd jumped to his feet, pulling her into an embrace and pressing a kiss to the top of her head (his nose bumping the dog ears), holding her close, his happy laughter rumbling through his chest. Even now, when he must have been bursting with joy, he was still mindful of her boundaries, refusing to do anything that would cross the line. Heart filled with warmth, she pressed herself impossibly closer, intending to just melt into his arms forever -

"Please get off the carriage."

The deadpan voice that belonged to neither her nor Lloyd broke through the peaceful bubble that had been constructed around the two of them. She froze, feeling Lloyd stiffen around her as well. Looking to the left yielded the view of solid ground, and the same uninterested attendant gesturing towards it.

Ah. They'd reached the bottom without even noticing. This was… embarrassing, to say the least.

Thankfully, no one seemed to be in the queue at the moment, allowing the two of them to escape from the Ferris wheel without much attention. It appeared that only the attendant had borne witness, and she couldn’t seem to care less, having returned to the booth.

Their interlocked hands swung in the air, the matching rings glinting under the bright neon lights of the carnival as she wiped away her happy tears, both of them grinning uncontrollably.

"I love you," Lloyd said, the words leaving his lips with ease, as they always had. "Shall we go home?” he asked.

Home was with friends and family and Lloyd, the one who held her heart.

Colette squeezed Lloyd’s hand. She felt light as a feather, like she could somehow fly with wings that she didn't have.

"I love you," she replied, the words coming so easily now. "Let’s.”

~~~

The attendant shook her head, scoffing as she returned to scrolling through Twitter.

“I suppose love does make the world go round.”

~~~

Next chapter

[taekakane]

i can’t sleep so here is my shingeki no kyojin/attack on titan modern AU dump

1. Levi, Hanji and Erwin live in the same apartment complex and they also share a dorm

2. Mikasa’s parents survive in this AU and her mother manages to give birth to her younger brother, whom they name Touta

3. Eren’s parents aren’t usually around as his father moves up the ranks in pharma and his mother works late shifts at the diner to save up for a family car

4. Reiner forced Annie and Bertolt to helo him mess with Marco’s entrance exam score. Marco got expelled due to this and he left behind a note before moving away with his family, which the class misinterpreted as a s*icide note

5. Annie works part-time at the local coffee shop on mondays, wednesdays and fridays.

6. Historia and Ymir are the school’s power couple

7. Hanji sometimes helps Dr. Jaeger with getting chemicals for formulating medicines 

8. Levi and Hanji and her other friend Mike are in a band together

9. nobody visits Armin during the winter months. this is because his hypersensitivity to cold causes him to get terribly sick, and Armin is like a demon when he is sick. his eyes swell up and are bloodshot, his nose is blocked and he can only breathe through his mouth, which somewhat contributes to his involuntary salivation. he is covered from head to toe with sweat from wrapping himself in one too many blankets and his hair is unkempt from him moving about and scraping his uncut nails against it in rage. in addition to this, he also gains unknown herculean strength, which, Jean theorizes, is powered entirely by spite and bean soup, as demonstrated when he throws Jean out the window with one hand after he snuck in trying to find out what was wrong against the warnings of Eren and Mikasa.

10. Armin can switch from a generally nice and friendly personality to a sassy one in a matter of minutes, due to the amount of time he spent with Historia in middle school

11. Mina Carolina was in love with Marco so after his apparent “death” she sent his parents flowers every other day she can. it is later revealed that he had donated some flowers to his local orphanage and kept the rest to plant in a meadow out back and took lots of photos with them.

12. Jean is a star athlete and is often picked for sports day activities, most notably the 100m hurdle race and pole vaulting

13. Armin is able to forge many of his classmates’ handwritings and as such has taken a liking to sending random love letters to others to make it seem like someone else sent them just to start some drama. he’s only been caught once by Annie but as she always says. “its none of my business.”

14. Thomas Wagner sells hot dogs so he can afford consoles his parents don’t want to buy from him (”ZIS ARE ZE BEST FRANKFURTERS IN ZA DISTRICT!!!”)

15. when Marco pays them a visit at a skate park one summer afternoon, Reiner devises a plan to get rid of him for good. he is immediately kicked by Annie and suplexed by Bertolt

16. Levi sleeps with a large dolphin plush that Hanji won for him at a boardwalk fair

17. Erwin is usually up first followed by Levi, so Erwin is normally on breakfast duty.

18. Eren’s friends are a top priority to him. if he finds that someone hurt even one of them he would destroy anything and/or anyone associated with the perpetrator before the perpetrator themself. Armin feels like a sudden neglect from his parents is too much for him to bear so he takes it out on others any way he can. Mikasa looks at him and sighs. maybe she knows something???

19. Eren and Armin have a slogan they tell each other before doing something reckless. “believe in you i’ll believe in me. believe in me and i can count on you!”

20. Armin can’t have strawberries. his body is sensitive to certain chemicals in food and the aphrodisiac will just make him erratically horny :/

21. Mikasa and Levi sometimes like to go to the park for some quality Ackerman bonding time!

22. Levi’s softer, somewhat childish side only ever comes out when he’s around his mother. she lets him do that since she barely got to spend time with him when he was younger.

23. for the longest time Levi thought Kenny was his dad

24. Kenny wants a secret powers that lies with the government yet for some reason Levi doesn’t care anymore.

25. Jean used to get horrible grades in class but Marco had inspired him to do better. now when anyone catches him slacking off they use the phrase “remember Marco” to help get him back on his feet.

26. whenever Armin is feeling stressed he turns off all the lights and has himself and 80s dance “party” 

27. sometimes Mikasa and Eren have strange arguments but quickly change the subject whenever someone else enters the room

28. Sasha and Connie love watching football and they often bet their snacks on which team will win which match

29. Sasha’s father is a chef who taught her his expertise at a young age. her love for cooking grew and she wanted to spread the joy of food to many others. she has plans for starting an NGO to give healthier meals to starving kids around the globe

30. Armin is a softcore weeb/otaku but a hardcore gamer.i mean seriously if you saw his setup you’d be soaking wet

31. Bertolt never actually confessed to Annie. he just started calling her names  like “sweetie” “dearie” “bay-bay” and “muh princess” and she just sorta went with it

32. Erwin and Hanji teach at Eren’s school