#like call it what it is. i'm glad they did that.

[idyllcy]

magnetic - ken sato x reader

"Okay, promise not to freak out?" Kenji clicks open the door, letting you step in behind him.

"What? Do you have a child out of wedlock or something? Cuz that'd just make you an assho—" Your jaw drops at the kaiju in an enclosure, blinking incredulously as your brain struggles to catch up with the information.

Kenji winces as you don't seem to move at all.

"Did you fuck a kaiju?"

"NO." Kenji groans. "I need a babysitter. I'm losing sleep over taking care of her and Mina can only do so much as a robot."

"She looks like she's about to burst into tears because of me. How the hell do you trust me with this?" You raise a brow, taking a step back as the baby pouts.

"Hey, Emi." He steps closer, tapping the glass gently as he motions you over. "This will be your babysitter, alright?"

"Glad you didn't call me mommy." You take a single step closer, holding both of your hands up as Emi tilts her head to blink at you, making a sound.

"Mommy's gonna have to wait for after the first date." Kenji hums. "They're gonna take care of you when daddy's gone, alright? Mina, lower the walls."

The walls around Emi's enclosure fall down, and the kaiju picks you up gently, giving you a shake and squeeze, messing up your hair in the process, but Kenji gives you a thumbs up.

"Take good care of her, will you?"

"Wait, can we circle back to the mommy part. When the hell did I agree on a date?"

"This is our first date."

You raise a brow, still upside down in Emi's grasp, and sigh. "Your daddy's awful."

Which makes Emi burst into tears, but you don't really find it in yourself to care when Ken has to rush over and console her. If he'd play dirty, then you'd do the same. Though, you would have agreed if he didn't take the roundabout way of asking you out.

[naffeclipse]

Sea Tears

Reader x Selkie!Moon

Commission Info

Thank you to the darling @cipher-the-sidhe for commissioning me to write about Selkie!Moon! The setting and the scenario are absolutely delightful. It's a shame I haven't written a selkie until now but I'm so glad I finally did!

Content Warning for mild injury and blood.

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You tread carefully through the salt-tinged darkness and listen. A low hum plays along the moonbeams brightening the Salish Sea coast in an ancient voice you cannot translate. The fish and the seals might understand it as it thrums like insects on the wind or the constant, murmuring dance of the waves. You wonder if it is simply the sea. Perhaps it is something hidden along the dark inky waters now softly lapping up in the high tide.

Bends and sharp juts of coves shelter the rocky beaches. Further inland, a dense forest of coniferous evergreens conceal the beautiful shore and thrive in high levels of salt spray. You descend to the water, minding every step knowing that a slick, ocean-stained rock could easily lead you into a stumble and your head could crack open like an egg on the wave-smooth stones. 

These beaches are not for sunbathing and sand castles. They are to stand and admire the great breath of the Salish Sea and the bumps of crags lining the dark teal ocean—if the mist and cold don’t form an avid deterrent.

You rub your arms over the sleeves of your jacket and breathe a crisp scent. Driftwood dots the edge of land and water, and heaps of bull kelp sway farther out in the sea, lurking like guardians just along the surface to whatever might wander from the depths. 

Tonight, the fog is wonderfully parted by the silver-fingered light of the full moon. You scan the crevices in between dark, angled but blunt rocks, seeking the smooth fragments of seashells. In your years, you have rarely discovered a whole heart cockle or horse clam shell. There are only remnants of what was whole. 

The sand is firm and brown. The water gushes between stones before receding gently back with a frothy lace edge, bubbling and tumbling over itself just to do it all over again. You spy a fragment of a castoff shell, bleached and pale. You bend carefully down to scoop up its shard like a piece missing from a puzzle you wish to finish.

You hold it between your fingers. A curve or perhaps half of a spiral of a shell, sculpted by the waves now, softened by the time of being broken. Still, it is beautiful.

Carefully, you straighten while you slip it into your pocket. A soft understanding fills you to the bottom of your rib cage. A kinship, perhaps. You cast your eyes around you for a moment, admiring the moonlight until it shines upon a texture that is not often found here. 

Fur. Silver and speckled in blue-gray, it sits, slumped and hunched between two rocks, lying lifeless.

A seal. The dawning comes upon you in a moment of the rushing tide, and then, your feet are moving towards it. Your heart twists while you watch it sharply. How it could be so still and thin? Is it injured? You don’t have your phone with you—you left it in the car parked beside the oceanside road. Who would you call? Wildlife service? Perhaps it’s already too late.

No. You pray it isn’t.

You weave between sand and stones. Where the unmoving figure lies is thick with rocks, with almost no beach to speak of other than what is buried beneath. Your sandals slip on the slick edges of the rugged terrain. Wobbling, you catch yourself before you sling your body along a craggy boulder. You pass over the harsh edges and corners of the rocky shore, almost within reach. The fur hasn’t moved an inch at your rash approach. Your throat bobs for a moment in the horror of coming upon a long rotted seal—then your sandal-clad foot slips. 

A whip of sea and wind, and you fall. You throw your elbow down to catch you and it scraps sharply down the side of rough rock. You gasp when you bounce and slide, splashing into a thin strip of the tide slipping between cracks and crevices, but hold your chin high, away from any fatal head injuries.

You inhale slowly, eyes wide in the relief that you are not currently dripping your brains out of your skull like spilled yoke. A thin, stinging pain erupts along your forearm. Prying yourself off of the ground, watching where you place your feet, you get back up. A glance at the fur confirms it is still there. Slowly, you twist your arm to examine a fine, ragged cut slicing towards your wrist. A mix of sand, salt water, and blood spread across your skin. 

You breathe as it flares with pain. You close your eyes and convince yourself that you’ll clean and bandage it once you get back to your car.

First, the seal.

You lower your arm. Blood drops into the water as you at last reach the two stones the fur is wedged between, and tentatively, you reach out with the vain hope it might be warm and move with life. Your fingers stroke over the beautifully silver shade of the coat, dappled with blue-gray markings and a few, lovely rings at the end. But strangely, it’s cool with mist and bunched like fabric. Your mind turns the conundrum over slowly as if examining a broken seashell before you tug on it, higher, higher, until you hold in your hand the thin skin of a seal.

A pelt.

There is no blood, sinew, or otherwise, much to your relief. It carries a smooth sleekness on its underside. The strangeness of it tugs at a part of your mind, a memory of folklore and tales spoken around a table late at night. The beautiful pelt fills your vision with its starry silver shade and the Pacific ocean-deep hue of its markings. Carefully, as if handling platinum and sapphires, you caress the fur with the back of your fingers. A drop of blood from your arm threatens to stain it and you quickly shift the hide to your clean arm. You can’t ruin this beautiful coat with your crimson.

You lift your head. You gaze out over the ocean, rippling with the incandescence of the moon upon its onyx surface. Your heart bobs within you. Your eyes seek, and your ears strain.

The hum of the ocean which has filled you since you first arrived in the darkness grows. It is no longer a muffled, soft sound carried from behind closed lips but a soft melody lifted upon a voice. It rises to the sky. Over the driftwood and waves, you turn to face it, clutching the seal skin to your chest.

A man sings.

A part of you, undeniable and filled with longing, strides towards it. Following the curve of the rocky beach, you watch your every step. A plea in your core echoes with the desire to find the one singing. The crystal vibrations of the siren call rings through your bones. 

A rocky cove crops up on the side of a bluff, cutting off the beach but resuming with a swell of the tide into its darkened alcove. Once you near the mouth, you stop to bask in the lovely timbre. 

Then, with your fingers tangled in the soft, sleek fur of the seal pelt, you stand upon a rock just out of reach of the oceanic tide and peer into the cove.

In the glow of the night, a man stands in the icy shallows. You can only gaze at his striking figure wrapped in moonbeams. He steps lightly, his movement rhythm. The water ripples softly underneath him. He waves his arms, his limbs flowing over his head and down, like a wind sweeping the rocks and ushering the mist higher onto land. He turns, and one leg sweeps over the inky surface before stepping back. 

His body is long-limbed and slender, blue-gray like the speckles on the fur you hold. Upon his face is a marking of a silver crescent. His rich copper eyes flash in the dimness and are half-lidded in his homage to the great sea. Your breath stalls in your throat caught upon his visage. His face is wide and flat. Draping behind his head is an appendage much like a seal tail, an even darker blue with spots of glimmering silver-like stars.

His voice carries a song you have no name for but that which you hold only the most reverence in its echo. Your lips part unwittingly in adoration. He sings to himself and dances to an audience of the black sky filled with the moon.

But you twitch a hand forward as if you might catch a note of his lullaby and cradle it close to your chest. The man’s head snaps towards you. You freeze.

In a second of time and starlight, he holds your gaze, and you slip into the coppery irises that fill his wide eyes. His attention slips to what you clutch. You glance down, admiring the fur anew before you find your voice, hollowed and soft.

“Is this yours?” you ask.

The man stares, motionless like the bluffs the waves beat against. A few heartbeats pass within you. The man gently dips his head. The tail on the back of his head sways slightly like a nightcap.

“It is,” he speaks. “Please return it to me. I cannot return to the sea and my brothers without my coat.”

His voice rasps through the salty air and brushes the shell of your ear as if he whispered it to you. 

The word emerges in your mind like the fall of dusk. Selkie. One who has shed his fur to take a faintly human form under the full moon. The tales you’ve caught murmurs of were always of women, beautiful and naked, who begged for their seal skin back but spent the rest of their days held captive by the man who kept it hidden, forced to become a bride and carry his children.

An ache takes over your heart at such a cruel fate.

You answer with a gentle, “Of course.”

You slowly step into the icy waters. A shiver rolls up your body and you catch your tongue between your teeth to keep from gasping out at the shock of the brine. The selkie watches you, his eyes unreadable, his hands poised with his fingers half furled—as if you intend to dangle his seal skin in front of him before yanking it out of reach.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. You wade far less gracefully in the echoes of his dance and song to reach him under the cove’s mouth, “I didn’t intend to keep it. I only meant to return it to you.”

You find the truth along your tongue. Even if you didn’t catch a glimpse of his beautiful melody, you would have left the coat where it lay, too afraid of stranding a selkie without her or his skin.

He says nothing until you present it to him. Carefully, you hold it out to him and his long fingers grasp it. A soft breath leaves him. His shoulders lower while he turns his coat over and examines it, stroking the fine fur before leveling an unreadable gaze over you. You’re small before his tall figure. You feel clumsy and cumbersome in comparison to his lissom body. 

A true selkie, right before your eyes.

“So you did,” he at last murmurs as if he were dreaming. His copper eyes glide over you. His blue-gray body shimmers with a galaxy-like illumination. He carefully folds his coat over his arm before holding out his other hand and bidding you closer. “Come here. Sit with me.”

You stare at his offered palm. A few thoughts cross your mind of danger and temptation, a selkie ready to snatch away an unwary human, but would he have asked you so kindly? You slide your fingers into his grasp. He holds your hand before gently tugging you down until you cross your legs and sit in the icy cove water beside him.

“Is it true?” you ask, then flush slightly with the bluntness of your voice echoing in the alcove.

He tilts his head at you, the appendage at the back of his head slipping over your shoulder. His silence coaxes you softly into asking, “Do humans really steal the coats of selkies and force them into marriage?”

The selkie’s eyes lower, somber, before he dips his chin. “It is true. But not always.” His eyes find yours and hold them softly.

He has yet to release your hand, but slowly, he lifts your wrist and turns it slowly. You almost forget the sting until the sight of the bloody cut down your arm strikes you once more. Your lips twist at the sight, glancing at the selkie and fearing his judgment. How human you are, bleeding in his ocean.

“What did this?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes outlining the edges of your wound.

“A fall,” you say sheepishly, “I thought your coat was an injured seal.”

A laugh, rolling and deep, loosens from his lips. A not unwelcome shudder fills you in the sound. Mischievous and sincere, all at once.

“You must be more careful,” he says, his laughter dying as he leans closer.

You curl your fingers. Pressing back in the slightest as he hovers over your torn flesh, you hushly ask his name.

But he doesn’t answer. You watch in the quiet of the tide as the selkie blinks, and a tear falls onto your sliced forearm. A soft tingle spreads through your flesh. You glance down, and another tear falls, mingling with the sand and ocean salt, but the tingling becomes a gentle sensation knitting and stitching the skin together. In stunned silence, you observe seven tears in total bind your wound as if you never fell.

“This is my thanks for returning my coat.” The selkie releases your arm to gently wash it with a touch of brackish water. Blood and sand wash away, leaving your skin as it once was. He lifts his head and smiles. “I am Moon, and I must go.”

“Oh.” The sound is so small coming from you. “Moon…”

You echo your name. It feels so weak in comparison to his, but he takes it within his mouth and he sings it once. Your heart bobs within your chest as if floating upon a storm-tossed sea. 

“Goodbye,” he rasps. He holds your gaze, soft as seafoam, and tugs his coat over his body. He slips down into the water. A flick of velvet flippers emerges, and a large seal lifts his head above water. 

You gaze at the beautiful copper eyes of the seal. Whiskers twitch and a wet nose presses closer to you. Slowly, carefully, you stretch your fingers and stroke the soft fur of his head. Your palm runs down the slippery slope of his neck to his strong, blubbered back. The selkie holds beautifully still.

“Goodbye, Moon,” you whisper.

The selkie eyes upturn, somehow grinning in an animal form. In a sharp splash, he turns and dives into the water. The sleek dappled fur of his pelt mingles with the moonlight reflecting upon the black ocean before the waves reclaim one of its own. 

You stay in the cove for a time you cannot account for, watching the waters, wishing to catch the echo of his song just one last time.

Gradually, like the moon beginning to shift across the darkness, you get to your feet. Water splashes back into the cove. Your heart grows heavy and forlorn, and you rub your fingertips together as if still stroking his fur.

Perhaps you might return in search of broken seashells but find the selkie again.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later

Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3,1k

Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...

Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now

Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with 🤍

You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira can’t do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.

“Please try this out, (y/n). Don’t hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nausea”, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, I’m so glad when this pregnancy is over”, you huff while taking a deep breath in.

Please, don’t vomit all over the insect pillar who’s just trying to help. You’ve been here what feels like everyday since finding out you’re pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.

Because of your never-ending sickness.

“Oh, there’s nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But I’m sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!”

“He definitely does. My husband is an angel”, you reply in an instant.

You can’t wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes won’t be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you weren’t able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemi’s part in the on-going hashira training until now, you can’t wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.

“Not quite the codename I’d use for him, but that’s just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten me”, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.

“Thank you for your help. Again.”

You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you can’t hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.

“Come on, (y/n). Why are you crying?”, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed from everything I guess”, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.

Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, you’ve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isn’t always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.

Right?

-at the wind hashira estate-

“We are almost there. Are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a little tired from walking, that’s all!”

Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who don’t even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And there’s still so much ahead.

“Looks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-sama’s hospital wing”, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.

“Was it really that bad?”

Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate aren’t thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But still…

“It was pretty bad. Some of the-“

Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldn’t leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, it’s still daytime. But what is it?

“He’s back! He’s back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that you’ve fainted!”, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on here?”, you press out.

Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.

Until your eyes find Genya.

Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldn’t be here. Out of all people, it shouldn’t be him. And who’s the boy next to him. That familiar scar, you’ve seen that boy before. Is it possible that…

“Kamado Tanjiro”, you breathe out.

Maybe that is even worse.

Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Where’s Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that they’re here, carry on with another hashira training.

“Please stop now!”, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.

An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.

Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiro’s sister.

But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.

In this very moment, you’d trust him to actually kill them.

“What are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?”, Tanjiro continues passionately.

Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart can’t take it, knees threaten to fail you.

“Hell no, I’m not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since it’s against the rules and all…I’m going to ruin him beyond recovery!”

Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.

Straight towards the two boys.

Straight into the firing line.

Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.

“You won’t do any of these things, you hear me?”, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.

“(y/n)”, Genya breathes behind you.

“How dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?”

The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.

“Get lost. Right now”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isn’t playing, that he doesn’t want you here.

Maybe it’s best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he won’t kill them, after all…

“I’m not leaving”, you bite back.

But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.

“Will you act out like this towards our child as well?”, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.

He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesn’t mean you’ll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.

“If our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!”

Oh.

Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.

Until now.

“Is this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-“

“Spare me with that bullshit, (y/n)”, Sanemi spits at you.

“Get.out.of.the.way. Can’t you hear me?”

It’s like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though it’s hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?

“Stop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-“

“Right now, you’re my problem”, he jeers back.

“And now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-“

You don’t know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.

The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you can’t stop your tears from falling anymore.

“Is this how you’re acting around your pregnant wife by now, how you’ll treat innocent children? If that’s the live you chose, I’m not a part of it anymore”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.

And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Is this really the man you love, that you’d give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.

You can’t stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

-a few hours later-

“Fuck!”, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.

Why can’t he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.

But why did he say all those dumb things, then?

“You seem off, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.

“I guess I fucked up”, Sanemi mumbles.

What if you won’t forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.

“I bet you can talk your way out of it-“

“Hell nah. I don’t think she wants to see me tonight.”

“Did you ask her, though?”

“Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You’re the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuri”, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.

“But yeah, maybe I should get going…”

Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if you’re still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if you’ll really leave him?

Sanemi’s guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He can’t lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.

Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally he’s able to make up for his mistakes of today-

His eyes widen in sheer horror.

You’re gone.

Right there where your head should rest, there’s absolutely nothing.

Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.

Did you leave?

He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you aren’t there. You aren’t here.

“My lady is at the love hashira’s estate.”

Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.

“Is she fine, why did she-“

“With all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-“

“Who the hell do you even think you are you-“

“Your earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.”

Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.

Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldn’t have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?

“I need to tell her”, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.

-at Mitsuri’s-

“I can’t believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.”, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.

Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuri’s estate is near by and you just know she’ll always open her arms for you.

“Thank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really don’t deserve your kindness”, you sniffle.

“You have to be joking, (y/n)! It’s my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-”

Three violent knocks on Mitsuri’s wooden door almost send you over the edge. It’s past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuri’s door this late at night?

“Do you think that’s a demon?”, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.

“I don’t think so. Let’s see!”

Before you’re able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.

And reveals no other than your husband.

“Sanemi”, you breathe out.

Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesn’t want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that you’re here?

“(y/n), can we…have a talk?”, he mumbles with icy voice.

“Do you want to leave me?”, you blurt out.

“What?”

Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That he’ll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.

“I think I’m going out and…cook!”, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.

Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.

“You have to be kidding me”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

You turn away before you lose your composure completely.

“Why are you here, Sanemi?”

“Do you really think I’m here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You can’t be fucking serious about that!”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.

“Please, let me go, I can’t do this ri-“

“(y/n), please.”

His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.

Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.

Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said, I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I’d never leave you, not when I’m even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just…I just can’t stand them…”

“Sanemi…”

“And I get that I don’t deserve you and that I’m a jerk for hurting you. I know you could’ve had every man you wanted-“

“Sanemi!”, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.

“But you’re the one I want”, you finally cry out.

“But your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think I’m a burden?”

“I was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! You’re my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. You’re…You’re my wife, right?”

That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.

“I am your wife”, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). So so sorry”, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.

“And I’ll never talk to you like that again, I promise.”

“Will you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?”

Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemi’s rough side as well, he simply can’t do something like this again. Not when you’re his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.

“I will. But only if these jerks leave me alone”, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.

“That might be manageable. I want to go home now…”

“No problem, I’ll carry you-“

“You really don’t have to carry me-“

“Oh, but I sure as hell will.”

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DON’T ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!”

“Did you have to tell her everything?”

“She’s my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.”

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[miss-daisy04]

HAND-HOLDING DURING SEX ➞ MAKNAE-LINE

➤ PAIRING: STRAY KIDS MAKNAE-LINE X FEM!READER

➤ GENRE: SMUT. (NSFW & MDNI)

➤ WARNINGS: SEX, ORAL (M! RECEIVING), RIDING, POSITION TALK, NERDY FELIX TBH, DIRTY TALKING/NICE TALKING, ETC.

➤ REQUESTED?: YES

HYUNG-LINE — MAKNAE-LINE

JISUNG — Jisung has requested this from you after your first time doing the deed. When he initially met you he was really shy, and since he still was, he couldn't contain himself when he shoved his full length into you for the first time. The high-pitched moans that he tried to muffle looked like he was in pain. All that he could do for comfort was to grab onto the nearest commodity without making it too awkward, this happened to be your hands. In the heat of the moment, holding your hand did not matter whatsoever, but afterward, you questioned him about it with taunting words like, "Did you really wanna hold my hand that bad? You could have just asked..." your saucy smile told him that you were being sarcastic. Now, however, he uses it to provoke a reaction from you, knowing that you enjoy things of the sort. Also, don't forget that he will be teasing you over it. If you ever so slightly outstretch your arm in the motion that symbolizes 'hold my hand', you best bet that he will be giggling at you even if he is overstimulated. Using what he calls the "hand system" is a much easier way to express his emotions instead of saying words out loud, and he's glad it works for you too. The regular handhold is normal, a light squeeze resembles slowing down, and a big squeeze tells him to stop. Having problems communicating has always been a challenge between you two, so this is the perfect way to fix it. His very common dialogue is "Come on baby, we gotta communicate." whenever he wants to speak with you.

FELIX — Felix's first emotion is puzzled. Similar to Minho, he originally doesn't know what to think of it. Eventually, he does some research to figure out why you would want that in the first place. From his internet dive, it could technically be one of two things: You want to feel more relaxed and secure. (That information only sent him down a rabbit hole since he started to think that you didn't feel comfortable with him generally.) Or it could be that you wanted to increase the amount of Oxytocin while having sex. That essentially means it'll help you guys become more bonded since its so-called name happens to be the "cuddle drug". Could it be both? Yes, because it is both. But it's not that you don't feel safe with him now, just that implementing it could increase efforts. Gradually, you need to assure him of that, or else he'll spiral. Other than that, of course, he would accept your offer. If you have ever said yes to something he wants, why not give it a try? The first position that came to his mind happened to be cowgirl (a.k.a just riding him) because it allows him not only to support you by your hands but also to help you feel more vulnerable in moments like that. Before the handholding begins, he situates you on top of him, hovering over your soon-to-be full cunt. Once you start to drop down, he reaches out for your hands, glaring up into your eyes, forcing and maintaining eye contact. By the end of it, the praises like, "I'm so proud of you taking me so well" and, "Your body was made so perfect for me." started to die down and you rested your head on his chest.

SEUNGMIN — Seungmin looks at you like there's something on your face, like you're a mad woman. He'll gladly accept it, only to use it in a "punishment" manner. Missionary king!! You want to hold hands? Fine with him as long as you don't start acting bratty with him because he will not only put you in your place but keep you in your place as well. His degrading voice and quotes stick to your brain like super glue, so fucked out you can't even form a comeback (which happened to be his plan all along). His version of handholding barely makes it on the list, due to its rather...freaky nature (please don't come after me for this word it's the best synonym I could find). I only say this since it is more of restraining your hands together but minus the rope, just with his hands. With his long and hard thrusts, the pillow that your head lays on smashes against the headboard while he fucks you until you whine for it to stop, but he never yields. Your poor wrists are sustained in his right hand while his left one grazes your waist. He stares down at you with his lusty eyes and states, "You gonna come? If you are, open your legs wide so we can both watch in awe." He then releases his grip on you completely and directs the focus on opening your legs and fiddling with your tired pussy.

JEONGIN — Jeongin smirks a little before asking what it would do for him, how could it benefit him in any way? Which is a great question until he tried it out for once. He quickly observed that you came quicker than any time previously. At first, he thought it was a coincidence, until the next few times when it kept happening. Finally testing it out on himself was what showed him that it brought a sense of connection he's never felt before into his sex life. While you're on the floor, on your knees to be exact, you look up at his sweet and innocent face. You drag your tongue along the length of his cock before popping his tip into your mouth, sliding your hands up his legs before meeting up with his hands resting by his side. You interlock fingers and then bob on his dick, up and down repetitively until his grip tightens to his max level. The sounds of gulping and choking could most likely be heard from miles away. He moans, "Ahh~ yes baby...just like that. I'm gonna cum..." And as follows, he cums directly onto your tongue and watches as it spills down your throat, taking in every last drop. Now believing that it works to help you both cum quicker, he flops down on the bed, with you resting peacefully next to him. The content expressions on your face explain everything. You were right, holding hands made him feel almost too vulnerable, causing him to lose control even when he was not directing the situation.

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Team players - part 1 [Oscar Piastri x reader x Lando Norris]

Summary: After a successful operation, Oscar invites you to the next race weekend that he has to sit out. What starts as the beginning of a new relationship, quickly turns into something that sounds like a sick game between him and his teammate. But sadly, you're tempted to play along.

You followed the man with the name board to the car in the parking lot, and while he put your suitcase in the trunk, you got comfortable in the backseat. Oscar had assured you everything would be taken care of. A room in the hotel his team was staying in would be waiting for you, and the driver would take you to the track to meet him once you were ready.

During your brief time as a resident under Dr. Xavier Mir’s supervision, you had already met people racing in motorsports, but this was the first time someone sounded genuinely excited to have you at the track with them. Maybe he was bored. Unlike those nutjobs in MotoGP who got back on the bike a few days after their surgery, F1 drivers took a bit longer to heal, and Oscar was supposed to sit out this race weekend.

Inside your hotel room, you packed out the essentials to freshen up in the bathroom, but a knock on the door made you come to a halt. You didn't know who it could be, so you smoothed out some barely visible wrinkles on your dress and went to see who the visitor was. To your surprise, it was your generous host standing there with his injured arm resting in a sling.

“Hey,” you said to get his attention.

He looked up from his phone with a smile and shoved the device into his back pocket. “Hi. I'm glad you could make it. How was the flight?” he asked in a casual tone, but as you took a closer look at him, you realized that he looked like an excited puppy who finally saw his best friend again after a long time.

Instead of answering right away, you let your eyes move to his sling. You couldn't help it, the doctor inside you wanted to take a closer look at his collarbone, but you knew you had to make yourself stop. So you cleared your throat and flashed a smile at him as you said, “Boring, like any other flight. How's your injury? Does it hurt?”

Oscar raised his hand a little. “This? I barely notice, you guys did a great job,” he replied with a laugh. Silence fell between you, and it was him who broke it after a minute or two. “Are you ready to come to the track with me?”

“Can you give me five minutes?”

“Sure. I'll wait in the lobby.”

Once he left, you closed the door and leaned your back against it. You had a feeling what this was all about. The little comments, the casual flirting, the messages, and the occasional phone calls all pointed in the direction that he wanted something more than just friendship. Did you have anything against it? Absolutely not. Well, maybe just the fact he was your patient, but in all honesty, you were ready to ignore that.

You had been so focused on your studies for years that you didn't even have time fora proper relationship. Hell, even casual hookups were difficult to arrange. Then you moved to Spain to work with Dr. Mir, something you'd been dreaming of doing since you were a kid and first heard of what he was doing for MotoGP riders.

And now here you were, being treated like this by someone who seemed interested, and even if it would be nothing more than a one time thing, you didn't have a good reason to complain. He was handsome, had a weird but good sense of humor, and he was also kind to the people he met. You had seen him with the hospital staff and that spoke volumes about his character.

After you changed into something better looking than the casual dress you picked for the flight, you went down to meet him, and the moment he noticed you approaching, he stood up and welcomed you with a playful smile.

“You said five minutes. That was ten minutes ago. Not like I was keeping track,” he added.

You punched him in the shoulder with a laugh. “All right, smartass, I'm sure those five minutes were lethal. No, wait, you're still standing, so–”

Suddenly he launched forward and silenced you with a kiss, his healthy arm sneaking around your waist as he pulled you closer. It took you off guard, but it didn't take long to ease into the kiss, completely ignoring the people swarming around you. Right now it felt like you were alone in there, just the two of you enjoying the moment of peace before anything could ruin it.

Or anyone.

Because soon after you pulled back to look at him with a smile, someone showed up behind him and firmly grabbed his shoulder. “You should be on your way to the track,” the cheerful man said, “but I have to admit, this looks much more fun. Oh, did I ruin the moment?”

Oscar raised his eyebrows as he gave Lando a pointed look that told him he did ruin a good moment, then let his hand drop from your waist to take your hand. “And you should already be at the track, shouldn't you?” he asked with a smirk.

His teammate shrugged with a grin. “I left my pass here,” he said as he held it up. “I can give you two a ride if you'd like.”

You looked over at Oscar, waiting for him to decide. Something told you it would have been rude to turn down the offer, but you also had a feeling he would like to talk to you about what happened in private. There was a lot to discuss, after all you never specified what you wanted from your conversations that had led to this day.

“Come on, let me get to know her. You wouldn't tell me anything if I asked,” Lando pushed on, even daring to wink at you.

“He won't shut up and he's gonna ask a lot of questions,” Oscar warned you, apparently letting you decide what to do now. “If you're ready for it, we can go with him.”

After some careful consideration, you came to the conclusion that it would have been rude to decline the Brit’s invitation, so you nodded in agreement. “All right, let's go with him,” you said with your eyes locked with your host’s.

As Lando signaled you to follow him, the two of you walked behind him holding hands, and you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Everything happened so fast that you could barely wrap your head around it. How did you end up holding hands with him, when only half an hour ago you were certain he only invited you to simply thank you for the surgery.

In the back of the car you helped Oscar fasten his seat belt, a perfectly innocent move from your part, but he didn't miss this opportunity to kiss you again. You couldn't hide your smile, and you could tell he was smiling too as his fingers caressed your cheek. When you pulled away to get back to your end of the seat, he quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck to stop you.

“What?” you asked quietly so Lando wouldn't hear. He only shook his head before placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and letting you go. “You’re terrible,” you noted with a laugh.

“Or just clingy.” You both turned to Lando who was watching you through the rearview mirror. “No wonder people compare you to cats, mate,” he added with a cheeky grin which made Oscar kick the back of his seat. “Ouch! That's what I get for honesty? For real?”

“Boys, you're terrible,” you told them with a laugh as you moved to the side as much as the seat belt let you to put your legs in Oscar’s lap. Without hesitation, he put his hand on your ankle and drew circles on it with his thumb. “So Lando, won't you get into trouble for being late?”

The three of you had a carefree conversation on the way to the track, although it was mostly you and Lando doing the talking. Oscar sat there in silence for the most time, watching you with a small smile as he listened to you. At first you thought you were just rude to exclude him from the conversation, but it soon became obvious he just wasn't in the mood to chat.

As you were getting closer to your destination, you couldn't help but think about how this would end in a few days. It was Friday morning and you were expected to be back in Spain by Sunday evening. That wasn't too much time, and you knew there was no way you could take a few more days off in the near future.

So if you couldn't visit him, how would this thing between you work? A long distance relationship where you hope he would visit you if he had the chance? He had a home to go back to, he had a family, you probably wouldn't be that close to the top of his priority list.

The moment the car’s engine fell silent and you could unfasten your seat belt, you forced a bright smile on your face and decided to act like you weren't worried about anything. Oscar didn't seem to notice the short break in your good mood as he began to tell you how he was expected to give a short interview after FP1, but other than that, he was all yours for the day.

But Lando noticed. At first he didn't let it show, but while Oscar was away, and after he was ready with his own interviews, he cornered you in a quiet place and gave you a worried look. His hand casually fell on your shoulder, his thumb moving along the base of your neck as he watched you.

“Okay, what's bothering you? I saw you in the car, but I didn't want to bring it up in front of Oscar,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft as he spoke.

“It's nothing, really,” you told him with a fake smile. But he wasn't convinced, he just rolled his eyes at you. “Seriously, it's nothing. I'm honored that you took the time to ask, but I'm honestly fine.”

He suddenly held out his hand and went, “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“Just give it to me,” he pressed on. Once you finally did as he asked, he quickly typed something into it, pressed a few buttons, then after a minute or two handed it back to you. “I saved my number and followed my burner accounts where I have one. If you want to talk, call me. Whenever you want to talk, no matter how late it is, okay?”

“There's no need,” you said quietly.

Shaking his head, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “It’s obvious that he really likes you. Just remember that, okay?”

The way he acted now left you speechless. Was he acting like this with everyone? You knew people who were hugging those they liked and giving kisses on their cheeks whenever they were in a good mood, but you didn't assume he would be like that too.

He watched you for another minute or so, just until he noted that you would be okay. He said goodbye and left you there to wait for Oscar, the very man you didn't dare to call a boyfriend just yet. Were you at that stage? Or what were you, really?

You were soon approached by a McLaren employee who told you Oscar organized a little surprise for you–a trip to the medical center. You had mentioned your dream of spending a season or two at a place like this, and apparently he remembered that piece of information. It made you smile again, and the little tour definitely lifted your mood.

“How was it?” he asked when you sat down across from you in the cafeteria. He was alone, nursing a cold drink while he read something on the tablet, and his lips formed a wide smile when he noticed you.

You reached out for his hand and gently squeezed it. “It was amazing. Thank you.”

As he laced his fingers with yours, his eyes inspecting your hands with a fond look in them, he began to talk about something you weren't expecting. “So a little break is coming up in our schedule and I'm obviously not allowed to drive yet, which is why I was thinking about a trip to Spain. I don't know, maybe to Barcelona to see my favorite doctor,” he added smoothly.

“You have to come back for a check-up anyway,” you pointed out with a laugh.

“True, but that would only take a few hours. I'm thinking about staying for a week or two. What do you say?”

With a thoughtful hum, you leaned back in your chair. “I have a hectic schedule.” He shrugged. “I'm gonna be dead tired if I have to spend long hours in the OR.”

He raised your hand to his lips. “If you let me cuddle you while you sleep, I'm okay with staying in bed,” he informed you.

You agreed. You still had your doubts, but it was clear that he was trying. As much as you hated it, you had to admit you had known it would be complicated if there was anything between you the moment he asked you to come here. So for now the best you could do was going with the flow, letting yourself enjoy your stay here.

Later that night when you couldn't sleep, you checked your phone to see if there were any notifications. There was one that stood out from the rest, one you didn't even dare to fully read with Oscar sleeping next to you, so you quietly climbed out of bed and moved to the bathroom.

Lando: So you lovebirds figured it out as I heard. Good for you. But I gotta admit, it would have been nice to snatch the hot doctor (his words, not mine) from under his nose.

Lando: Unless…

Lando: Well, unless you want something else. We know how to play nice, I'm sure we could share, you know.

Lando: Okay, you're not reading these and I'm getting ahead of myself. Please, don't run away screaming when you see me.

You: You really are a muppet, Lando.

You locked your phone, assuming he was sleeping by now, but it beeped within a few seconds, so you took a look at the message.

Lando: So you say I shouldn't talk to Oscar about you? It could work so well, the three of us. Just think about it.

You: You're delusional.

Lando: Wouldn't it be fun?

You: Would it be fun? Maybe. Would I consider even looking at you as cheating? Definitely a yes. I would hate myself.

Lando: But why would you hate yourself if he was okay with it?

You: Okay, this is beginning to sound like this wouldn't be the first time the two of you did something like this.

You: You there?

Lando: Just think about it, that's all I'm asking for, and tell me how you decided. If you give me the green light, I will talk to him.

You: Sure. Goodnight.

Lando: Goodnight.

You locked your phone and stared at the black screen for a few minutes while you tried to wrap your head around the conversation. If what he said was true, how would this even work? And how many times did they do this in the past? Honestly, you were too tired to think about it any longer, so you stood up and returned to the other room.

Oscar was still sleeping on his back to protect his collar bone, and you lay next to him with your arm wrapped around his body, and your cheek resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He was real. He was here. That was all that mattered. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

[sisitrip]

Future Whispers

My little crispy soul is trying to knit itself back together. I'm choosing to do that with an early Gallavich stolen moment.

_________________________

Ian smiled in the dark as Mickey swatted his hand away from the bathroom lightswitch. 

“That’s not like you,” he murmured. “You usually want to see everything.”

A warm press of air was the only warning he got before Mickey kissed him, soft and deliberate. Astounded, he stilled, afraid to breathe. It was still so new, this kissing, and like new things, it was precious. 

“Easy,” Mickey whispered when he finally remembered to breathe. “There’s no part of you that I don’t want to see when we’re doing that.” Mickey gave him another soft, astonishing kiss. “But, right now, I’m after less, especially with your family down there doing the most.” 

A high pitched squeal rang out from downstairs, punctuating Mickey’s point. 

He laughed, letting Mickey drag him to the toilet and push him to sit on its closed lid. Before he could blindly reach out for Mickey, his lap filled with his warm, heaven scented weight. 

“So, what’s “less” to Mickey Milkovich? I didn’t think you knew how to do less,” he whispered around another kiss, sliding his hands up and down Mickey’s thighs. Emboldened by the dark, he rounded his hands to Mickey’s ass and got a nip to his bottom lip for his roaming.

“I don’t do less. But, I’m settling for this until everybody knocks out,” Mickey whispered back, slipping a bit of tongue between his lips.  

He nearly lost track of the conversation as their kisses grew longer, more heated. 

“I’ll try not to take your ‘settling’ personally,” he breathed.

“Relax, it’s not like that. I'm just trying this mouth-pressing thing again.”

“Mouth-pressing?” he laughed against Mickey’s lips. “God, you’re so romantic.”

“That's what it is, ain’t it? Just two sets of lips pressing together in a sloppy way.” Mickey pulled his lower lip into his mouth and gave it an exquisite nip. “Be glad I didn’t call it tongue stacking.” 

“If you don’t stop describing it so beautifully, I think I'm going to cry,” he said, chasing after Mickey’s tongue with his own.

Mickey chuckled and leaned back. 

“I’m just calling it like I see it. Anyway, I’m still deciding if I hate this whole mouth-pressing thing. No wait. Yeah. I hate it.” Mickey immediately dove in for another tongue-filled kiss.

“Oh, that much is clear.” He pulled Mickey closer, hardening beneath him. “You definitely despise kissing.”

“Absolutely disgusts me,” Mickey said, tilting his head so he could kiss at a better angle.

He smiled into the next kiss.

“Then we should just end this horrible kissing and do something else.” He tried to pull Mickey’s shirt out of his pants. “I've been thinking all night how much I want to feel you come on my stomach while you ride me.”

Mickey stopped his roaming hands and buried his hot face in his neck. Despite the sheer number of times he’s been inside Mickey, the little mouth-pressing hater was still shy about dirty talk. He didn’t have ‘bashful thug’ on his dating Bingo card, but he was here for it.

“Gallagher, if people knew that Disney looking mouth of yours was all Pornhub, your stock would tank.” 

He lifted Mickey’s head by the chin and kissed him. 

“I’m devastated. I thought my mouth was your favorite thing about me,” he murmured, stealing tiny kisses. 

“Tied for first. If you ask me what it’s tied with, I’m braining you.”

They kissed languidly for a bit, heat banking just enough to kick his thoughts toward things beyond kissing. Future related things he’s been wanting from Mickey for a while now. His mouth, clearly not occupied enough, decided to start trouble. 

“What are you going to do when I’m like, 60 years old and my mouth-pressing game isn’t as strong?” he asked, going for Mickey’s chin with a kiss and landing on his nose.

There’s a beat of quiet. He expected Mickey to change the subject, like he did with all future talk. But, instead, he got no such brush off, as miraculous as that was. 

“I mean, your mouth-pressing game ain’t that strong now.”

He snorted. 

“But, if you’re asking for 60 year old Ian,” Mickey teased, kissing his cheek. “I think I might tolerate a lower level of mouth-pressing. But, let the record reflect that everything else has to stay above board.”

“Yeah? Everything else like what?” he asked, heart thudding a little at Mickey envisioning the future with him. 

“That arms and legs wrapping thing we do before sleep.”

“Cuddling?” 

“Yeah. That shit better not slack off.”

He beamed in the dark. “Noted. What else?” 

“Hugs from behind. They remain fully operational or I’m out.”

He huffed a soft laugh. 

“Of course. Anything else?”

Mickey’s quiet for a long time, stroking his hands up and down his chest. 

“You being the first thing I see when I wake up,” Mickey whispered. “And the last thing I see before I go to sleep.”

He said nothing, but his eyes got entirely too hot. Like a bat using echolocation, Mickey knew he was teetering on tears, even in the dark. 

“Keep it together, Gallagher.”

His emotional laugh confirmed Mickey’s suspicions and he was rewarded with a kiss to his forehead. 

“Is that-” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”

“No.” 

“What then?” 

Mickey scooted until they were belly to belly and hugged him tight, like he needed support. When he spoke, his voice was vulnerable and rough with emotion. 

“Keep being happy to see me. Keep … keep wanting me to be around.” 

He wrapped Mickey up, heart splintering. It wasn’t Mickey’s soft plea that broke him. It’s the idea that one day he’s going to stop wanting him close, as if that was remotely possible. He’d tried keeping his distance and it had been like watching color violently drain out of the world. 

“That’ll never slack off, you hear me?” He squeezed Mickey tighter, meaning it to his marrow. “Never.”

Mickey didn’t say anything. He only pressed closer. 

He held Mickey in the dark for a while, listening to his family’s ruckus downstairs. Unbidden, the thought of being a husband, Mickey’s husband, bloomed into his mind for the first time. He smiled into Mickey's shoulder, frightened and excited by the thought. Husband.

Mickey pressed a sweet kiss into his neck and hugged him tighter, clearly thinking about some things himself. He decided to let them both off the hook. For now.

“So, my fingers must be tied for first with my tongue-stacking, right?” he asked, bouncing Mickey a little on his lap. 

Mickey snorted. “First off, it’s mouth-pressing. Second, your fingers are okay, but not first place material.” 

“My legs then.” 

“Those chicken sticks? Hell no.” 

He started giggling. 

“My eyes. You’re always saying how green and alien looking they are. You like that weird shit.” 

Mickey pulled back. “I do, but they’re second place. You know, I could just tell you instead of you guessing, Ian.” 

“If you say anything but my dick, I’m tossing you in the bathtub.” 

Mickey held his face in his hands. 

“How could it be anything but that? Your beef bus is insane.” 

He broke down laughing, pulling Mickey into another kiss. 

“My mouth-pressing and beef bus thank you for the compliment.” He grabbed Mickey’s belt. “You feel like taking that bus for a ride?” 

Mickey groaned and gave his cheek a tap. 

“I don’t know how you live being that corny. And the answer is no. I ain’t skeeting with your little brothers and sister downstairs.” 

“How about some more mouth-pressing instead? Just to make sure you really hate it.” 

Mickey sighed. “Alright, get that Disney mouth ready. Maybe by the time you’re 60, you’ll be better at this whole mouth-pressing nonsense.” 

That earned Mickey some tickling and his whispered giggles made the dark bathroom magical. He liked Mickey whispering about their future. He liked that Mickey thought about it at all. If they somehow manage to make it, he’ll remember this as the place where their lives started to take root and shape. 

On a bevy of future whispers in the dark.

[aoioozora]

I just finished watching CoD Ghosts...

and my thoughts on it are:

first of all, I'm glad Riley is not dead. poor baby took a shot and his whimpers broke my heart :((( but his presence in the first 2-3 campaigns (if I'm not mistaken) made watching the game quite nice

Keegan looks the coolest in the Federation Day campaign. Honorable mention to his excellent driving skills in another campaign and also calling Logan 'kid'. I was amazed by his ability to sneak up on Fed soldiers and silently kill them. Makes him so much the more deadly.

Rorke killed Elias for WHAT. I know it's revenge, brainwashing, and beating down the morale of the boys, but still, damn. I only watched Elias die like yesterday and i still haven't recovered. I lowkey really missed hearing his voice in the later campaigns like I was actually his kid (well we do play as Logan so). But yeah they really did well on the family closeness and relationship to make the player/viewer feel this sense of loss

atp I think Hesh is the main character of Ghosts because bruh, Rorke took his dad AND his brother. developers lowkey gave him the Jujutsu Kaisen treatment but to a lesser degree. I don't know if a sequel is coming but if they make one where they weren't able to save Logan, I'm sure Hesh will be the main character, and boy what a ride it will be for poor traumatised Hesh to go up against the only one person he had left in his life. Not only would he have to face-off with a brainwashed Logan, but he'd eventually have to kill him too, and Rorke (if he manages to remain alive). He'd have his vengeance but also, at what cost. I can't imagine the additional trauma it would dish out to Hesh. And if by that time both sides have children who also join the military and have learnt about the either side, I can see a vendetta happening. But but alternatively, since it's the US military we're talking about, we know they won't leave anyone behind. I can alternatively see a hostage rescue happening, and they'll go all out on their enemies while they're at it. Maybe this is why there's no sign of a sequel. The events that take place after Logan's capture is left to our imagination.

Free my boy Logan >:( I was spoiled about Rorke taking Logan captive. I get a bit bothered by spoilers, but thanks to this spoiler, I was able to notice a couple bits where Rorke expresses interest in taking in Logan. I think that's pretty cool

The story was wonderful as a whole. The voice acting was amazing, especially for Hesh. I could keenly feel his pain and anger in the more tragic scenes in the game. The audio-visual aspect was amazing; almost made me wonder how they knew what it looked like to be in those specific situations like drowning or that ringing in the ears. I feel like it would be hard to replicate but they did such an amazing job on it. It was very immersive. I think I'd feel everything ten-fold if I got a chance to play the game for myself.

Ah, that was one hell of a ride. Now I gotta finish reading Devil's Breath.

Also, Happy 4th of July! God bless your troops, God bless America :)

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[66sharkteeth]

Weekly thoughts, ep 179. Caution for spoilers, bigger than usual!

Oh man, I'm glad this episode went over...for the vast part positively haha. I think it's kind of ironic that the character I always joked about only having 8 fans turned out to be the biggest deal in the story lately. I've been kind of down lately, so I'm glad this episode went over well with the majority of readers.

I WAS super nervous about this episode though- I know people sometimes have strong feelings about fake-out deaths, and there are a couple of comments expressing that (which, fair), but the vast majority seem just to be happy Desmond's still alive. I did also promise I'm cooking something with this twist, but it looks like 90% of the comments already know what that is, though I won't 100% confirm yet haha.

The only thing I wish got a little more recognition was the actual interactions with Lyss and Nia, which I thought were really fun haha. But I get the Desmond reveal stealing the show. I know at least a few people really didn't like Nia this episode and how aggressive she was. Which... Hm, I dunno. This is how she's always been to Lyss, who she is still working hard to get over thing she's done in the past. Much like Lyss getting over her biases against blanks, Nia's in the same boat with humans. She only even recently started liking her dad again. She's just a very head-strong and heated character, and I get if that's not everyone's thing, but I always make sure she never crosses a line unless it's called for, or if she does, she gets reprimanded for it (like when Rex called her out back in ep 151).

For the actual episode though, aside from the reveal, one major goal for this episode was just get rid of any chance of misunderstanding trope. It's a big thing I don't like in stories and I even made Nia 4th wall break about it a little haha

No misunderstanding tropes in this comic, only fake-out deaths!

Anyway, I always kind of write Nia to be the character who says what the audience is thinking and I think that was more clear than ever this week lol (down to "you pick now to have impulse control?"). Basically, I have a lot of fun writing Nia.

I think that's it this week. I'm glad people enjoyed this one, I really needed that small win this week. :'D

[callsign-dexter]

A Forever Home

Summary: A baby, you, get dropped outside the firehouse. Judd Ryder's and Grace Ryder's life changes.

Pairings: Grace Ryder x Daughter!Reader and Judd Ryder x Daughter!Reader, Grace Ryder x Judd Ryder

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mention of child abandonment, angst, cursing, fluff

A Forever Home

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A baby's cry, your cry, sounded through the air on a late hot Texas summer night. A young mother, your mother, tries to silence you but nothing is working. "Shhh, baby. Everything is going to be ok. You're going to be taken good care of." Your mother says but nothing is working. It's breaking the young mother's heart but she knew you would be safer here than with her abusive boyfriend. He didn't want a baby, he thought children were useless and didn't think they should even exist. He let her go through the pregnancy and the baby born and let her bring it home but then he started to drink more and get more physical to the point she was scared for you. So during the night, she snuck out and to the 126 Firehouse. "I'm so sorry. If I could keep you I would." She said as you continued to cry. She set you down and kneeled "I hope you can forgive me someday or we meet up. This is what is best for you." She said tears streaming down her face the street light cast down upon the two of you and the bruises, the black eye, and the swollen jaw were visible. "I love you so much." She said and kissed your head and that settled you down and then she stood up and started walking away. She knew she could turn around and take you back but she didn't want to put you in harm's way any more than you already were, this was the best option. She took a shaky deep breath and let the tears fall took one last glance and walked away. This left you confused and you started to cry out. You kept crying but she wasn't coming back and you were hungry. It was also getting hot so hot. You were so hot and you were so hungry as you started to close your eyes a male voice came through.

"Holy shit. I knew I wasn't hallucinating. Come here, sweet girl." He said and quickly picked you up and out of your car seat. "You're burning up." He added but wasn't going to get a response it seemed like you had given up. He laid you in his arms and noticed you were barely breathing and your eyes closed "Oh no. You can't give up now." He said and hollered for someone.

"What in the hell?" The other voice said.

"That's what I said. She barely breathing and so hot. We need to get some oxygen on her." The main voice said.

"Bring her to the ambulance." The other said and they did just that. They started to get oxygen on you and started cooling you down. It must've done the trick because your eyes were opening.

"Hey there, little Filly. Glad to see you awake." The voice said.

"Judd we need to call CPS." The other voice said.

"Do we have to do that?" Judd asked and the man nodded.

"It's the right thing to do." He said and Judd nodded.

"Ok." Judd said and the other man left and did just that. Judd continued to look down at you. "What is your story?" He asked knowing he wouldn't be getting an answer. You continued to look at him curiously. You gave him a gummy smile and that made him smile "You can't be older than a week." He said and traced his finger over your cheek and you leaned into the touch. You turned your head after a minute and started to suck on his fingers. "You're hungry aren't you?" He asked and you looked at him and he chuckled. "Let's see if Grace can bring you something." He said and you babbled at him making him smile. He pulled out his phone and dialed his wife's number and she answered immediately.

"Judd, is everything ok?" She asked

"Everything is great. There was a baby that was dropped off and she is hungry. Do you think you could get some formula and bring it down here?" He asked

"Of course, you don't have to ask me twice. I'll be there in 10 minutes." She said and Judd smiled.

"Thank you. I love you." He said

"I love you too." She replied with a smile that he knew she had.

Like Grace said 10 minutes later she was arriving at the station with formula for a hungry you. "Oh Judd, she's so beautiful." Grace said walking up to him in the kitchen and he nodded and smiled.

"She really is. I can't believe someone just dropped her off." He said you had set your sight on Grace and she smiled.

"Hi, little girl. You must be hungry." She said and you babbled at her and she chuckled "I take that as a yes. Let me go and fix it up for you." She said and that is what she did. "What are you going to do with her?" Grace asked.

"Well CPS has already been called but I can't let her go. Grace, she's perfect for us." He said as Grace walked over and tested the milk on her arm before giving it to Judd. Grace was silent as she watched you look at the bottle that Judd presented in front of you and you took it eagerly. "There you go little Filly. Get you fed." He said completely forgetting Grace was in the room or where he was at. Grace smiled at the interaction maybe having a child around would be good for them.

"I think we can work with CPS and become full parents to her." Grace said and Judd looked up at her.

"Really?" He asked and she nodded.

"You're so good with her and she seems to be really attached to you already. I haven't held her but it just seems right like it was meant to be. I think we are ready." She said and Judd smiled.

"That makes me so happy. You're going to love her." He said and Grace smiled.

"I know." She said and watched her husband deal with you just confirmed that you needed to be with them. She watched him feed you and then when you were done burp you.

"Do you want to hold her?" He asked and she nodded.

"I would love that." She said and he smiled and handed you off to her. At first you let out a whine but quickly settled into her arms. "Hi there little one. What is your story?" She asked and you just stared up at her with wide and curious eyes. As she was holding you CPS had arrived and was being led to them.

"Judd, this is Haven from CPS. She will be taking the baby." The captain said and Judd's heart dropped.

"Not yet it is too soon." He said and they smiled sympathetically.

"The sooner you release her to us the sooner we can place her into a good home." Laura said

"Release her? She's not some animal you release. She is a human being. How can you promise that she wont go to an abusive family?" He asked getting defensive taking you from Grace.

"We do extreme background checks and interviews.. We won't let her go to anybody we don't think is right." Laura said and Judd shook his head.

"You can't promise that. People can lie on everything and something could mess up in the computer system. I will not allow it." He said getting defensive.

"Mr. Ryder, I promise she will be in good hands." The CPS worker said and started to take you from his arms and you sensed this and started to cry. She tried to quiet you down but you just wouldn't. Judd was quick to take you back and almost immediately you settled down and snuggled into him.

"I think the best option would be for me and my wife to adopt her." Judd said and Grace nodded.

"I agree with my husband." Grace said and Laura nodded.

"Very well. I will need you both to come down to the office tomorrow to sign paper work." She said and they both nodded. Laura was silent and felt awkward but was escorted out of the firehouse.

"Judd are you absolutely sure about this?" Grace asked "I'm on board either way." She added.

"Yes, 100%. We just connected and I can't let her go." He said and Grace nodded.

"Very well. It is settled. We have a little girl. We need a name for her." She said and Judd smiled.

"Y/N Evelyn Ryder." Judd said looking down at your sleeping form.

"It's perfect." Grace said

"You'll always have a forever home with us Little Filly. Now and forever." He said and Grace smiled and nodded.

The next day they both went down and signed papers and officially you became their little girl. Their Little Filly, as Judd liked to call you. You were their daughter and forever will be no matter what. It didn't matter if you weren't their daughter by blood, as Dean Winchester says "Family don't end in blood. But it doesn't start there, either". They are gonna love you either way no matter what.

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[jesncin]

have y’all watched superman: man of tomorrow? what did y’all think, if you did?

I have! If they could put a reviewer quote from me on the poster, it would say "it'd be nice if this movie had more music" because 80% of this movie is so awkwardly dead silent?

The animation style is beautiful, I like the designs! The actors are competent, but they're given a dry script with no music to couple their performance. Long pauses between Lois and Clark that should be romantic are instead rendered super awkward because there's no music. Also some of the transitions and shot designs are jarring to me. My biggest issue with Man of Tomorrow is that it has the ingredients of things I would love in a Superman story: themes of xenophobia, otherness and a Martian Manhunter team up that parallels them as survivors, but it doesn't commit to those things. They're all very awkwardly stitched together in a way that weirdly undermines itself.

There's this quote that Lois says about taking down Lex Luthor: "People with that much power think they wield it over everyone. If you can take that away from them for a moment, you can take it away for good. It's called a power move." And it's such an awkwardly oxymoron way to frame systemic power. It becomes unintentionally funny at times.

Rudy Jones is made other and inhuman by turning into Parasite, but it's a bit weird to pull a parallel between him and the 2 alien immigrant characters when he's an American man. The story tries to talk about xenophobia's relation to fear of the unknown. In Superman's speech at the end, he says that people become so afraid that Aliens Could Be Among Us that they even assumed this All-American-Previously-Serving-In-The-Army-Man was one of those aliens!! I'd much rather a story about xenophobia to center the humanity of the perpetual foreigners instead of having the story tell me to not judge others because they could secretly have been an American white man.

This is made even more comedically awkward when Superman comes to the realization that Parasite doesn't just suck power and knowledge but people's...personhood as well? So he does an appeal to Parasite by basically saying "I know you're a good person Rudy! Not just because you're a decent guy who served in the army and stuff but because there's A BIT OF ME IN YOU! AND I'M GOOD!" The source of sympathy is based on projecting oneself onto the other instead of listening to what they have to say and recognizing their worth on their own.

Martian Manhunter is a plot device with very lightly touched upon themes. He opens up the pyramid hologram device so Clark can have The Talk with his parents, he fakes his death so that Clark can mope in the second act, he comes back in the climax to grab Lex and tell Superman to do everything else. But when he's not doing that, he's being sexy and telling Clark to lay low because they should be extra careful about preserving their existence as the last of their kind. But Clark wants to help people, so we move on. I'm glad they didn't stick here too long though because the movie could've easily slipped into Man of Steel's Superman's Stuck in the Refusal of the Call problem. There could've been a great discussion of how J'onn is more Other compared to Clark who is white-human-passing. Why did J'onn, as a shapeshifter, pick the appearance of a Black man as his human form in this film? Does he relate to how they're othered?

The part where this plot line becomes funny is by the end, Lobo reveals that neither Clark nor J'onn are the last of their kind. Clark watches Lobo leave and says "dang I hope we never see that guy again he sucks" and I kid you not, he turns over to J'onn and says "hey you should follow him". I know it's because he wants J'onn to find other Martians, but lmao it felt like a backhanded way to tell J'onn to gtfo it cracks me up. J'onn asks Clark if he'd like to go to space too and find other Kryptonians, but Clark answers that he already has a home on Earth. So...did Clark just assume that J'onn never found solidarity with humans the way Superman did? It's out of pocket considering how underdeveloped J'onn is. It's that undermined theme again, the narrative empathizes with Clark, but others J'onn without realizing it. This is very common in stories J'onn is in, you get used to it as a Martian Manhunter fan. It's part of why CW Supergirl is such a breath of fresh air.

To bring this back to Lois-I think a very expected evolution of her character is that as she's modernized, writers will drop the early part of her character where's she's marginalized by rampant misogyny (because they think it's archaic and outdated to portray sexism) and just keep the parts where she's jaded and sassy. The result is a Girl Boss Lois Lane, who's jadedness isn't informed by marginalization unique to her. This isn't unique to Man of Tomorrow, many modern Loises have this problem. But at least it's unintentionally funny here.

She keeps talking about "power moves". One of which involves standing Superman up despite scheduling an interview with him. She thinks ghosting Superman will make him desperately tell her everything because he craves her attention as a powerful man. She's also going to write an exposé about him by interviewing the uncooperative Lobo! That'll show him!! She sure is girl boss for forcing the alien immigrant out of the closet again! I think what's funny about her "power move" tactic is that in reality that would only work if Superman had nothing else going on in his life. It's not a power move, it's just unprofessional. If I was a big powerful influential man and was going to be interviewed by a journalist who ghosted me, I wouldn't be seething and tracking her down, I'd just wait for the next journalist who wants to interview me because I'm so important. Apparently that's not the movie's logic though.

So overall, it's a very strange movie! I didn't hate it, but I was very bored because of the lack of music. Extremely sexy Martian Manhunter design though, 10/10.

[darkestspring]

Please make a Part 3 but more Jace & reader centric but of course yandere Aegon and yandere Rhaenyra need to be there 😊

Jace was so different to anyone you had ever met, it shouldn't surprise you really. Jace had kind, he'd been respectful, and he'd indulged all of your rambling. it was more than anything anyone had done for you, other than aegon but that was different, aegon was your brother, jace was... you weren't sure what jace was.

No one had mentioned your marriage to jace since it had been official that your marriage to aemond was dissolved. You felt oddly disappointed about it but you spent most of your time with Jace, taking walks, eating together, going on dragon rides.

You liked with being jace.

"Sweet girl, are you doing well?" Rhaenyra was braiding your hair softly, she had dismissed the maid after you had been dressed, insisting she could help you from there on.

Your cheeks flushed red as you thought about her question. "Yes, I'm doing well, Sister."

"Mmmm, I'm glad Jace is treating you well." She said, just to see your reaction and she was disappointed as your cheeks flushed red.

She can come to realize that you were the opposite of how she was at your age, you didn't seem to have a lick of rebellion in your body. Even when you were made to marry Aemond, someone you didn't love and didn't want to marry, you still did. She wished you'd be a little rebellious. Even now, you had no protests about marrying someone you were only just starting to get to know.

"SIster, I am always in your corner. If you don't like something, just say it. I will get rid of everything you don't like." Rhaenyra reassured you, rubbing your back softly.

Tears pricked your eyes. "I..." You trailed off, unsure if you should say this. "Actually, I never wanted to marry Aemond but mother scared me. I... hated every second I spent around him but I still tried my hardest to love him. Every second I knew of his visits to the brothel, I wanted to tear all of his things to shreds."

It made you feel bad to admit this, you had hated every second of being married to Aemond, the agonizing loneliness paired horribly with the terror you felt at the prospect to voicing your dislike to Aemond who would say something to your mother. So, you swallowed everything and took all of the insults with a smile.

Having your mother call you a good girl for ignoring everything your husband was doing and taking all of the unfair insults with a smile made you feel sick. You wanted to scream at the unfairness.

"Why?" You sobbed into your hands. "Why did i have to hear insults about how inadequate I must be as a wife when he was the one going to that- that stupid brothel!" You wailed and Rhaenyra knew what hate felt like but she had never hated anyone as much as Aemond.

That stupid boy.

She locked eyes with Jace and she beckoned him forward slowly, knowing he had heard all of that.

"It's not your fault." Jace's voice shook you out of your stupor and your cheeks were red in embarrassment and you stood up.

"I-! I didn't hear you, I shouldn't have-" You stammered out in response, feeling embarrassed at letting the person that held your affections see you like this.

"There's no shame in crying, none of that was your fault. Aemond is stupid for not seeing how wonderful you are. You're kind and thoughtful and passionate." Jace took your hand in his. "If I was your husband, I'd never even think of anyone else. You're... like an angel."

Your cheeks flushed more. "Oh."

You had wanted to hear this for so long, at least one person genuinely comforting you.

"I will never think of anyone else but you. If you allow me to, I will always be by your side, helping you, loving you. You're the most wonderful person I know. If you still want to, I would love to be your husband."

Your tears returned but they were of happiness this time. "Really?" The first time it had been a reluctant affair, neither of you really wanting it but you were too scared to go against your mother but this time, you were really happy. "Yes!" You beamed up at him.

Rhaenyra smiled, she could finally show you the wedding planner she had been storing for the past few weeks.

[sydsaint]

i have this idea. for a thing. grayson waller + enemies to lovers + one bed trope.

"what's the matter, princess? afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?"

gnawing at the gates of my enclosure

Fuck this would be SO HOT!! I can picture it EXACTLY

Summary: The reader is an old friend of Austin's who was in NXT at the same time as Grayson. When she finally gets called up to Smackdown, Austin is happy to have his friend back. But there seems to be some unresolved tension between Grayson and the reader.

"Austin!" You break out into a sprint across the hotel lobby as soon as you see your best friend.

"YN!" Austin flashes an eager grin and easily catches you when you make a leap into his arms. "I'm so glad that you're finally here! I missed seeing you." He hugs you against him.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, noticing Grayson standing a few feet away as you do. You hop down from Austin's hold and smile at him.

"I missed you too, pretty boy." You nudge his arm playfully. "I see that you found a new friend." I nod to Grayson behind him.

"Hmm?" Austin turns around. "Oh, yeah, Grayson. Do you know, YN?" He asks.

Grayson rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, we know each other." He confirms.

"Waller." You nod to him stiffly.

"YN." Waller nods back, just as stiffly.

Austin looks between the two of you, sensing the obvious tension in the air. He coughs and turns back to you.

"Anyway, did you get everything set up?" He asks you.

"Yep." You nod. "My travels plans are approved for the month. We are officially back to being travel buddies." I confirm eagerly.

Grayson narrows his eyes at your confirmation. He looks over at Austin with a scoff. "Were you going to tell me about this?" He asks Austin.

"I'm telling you right now." Austin replies. "I didn't think you'd mind having someone else around." He shrugs.

"Well yeah...but why her?" Grayson huffs.

You roll your eyes at him. "Love you too, Waller." You snark at him.

Grayson scoffs and drags his suitcase toward the elevator. You and Austin both watch him walk off before Austin turns to ask you about what the deal is.

"So, what's that all about?" Austin asks you.

"Your buddy is a bitter chump." You reply sharply. "Just...don't worry about it, Austin. I'll take care of it." You assure him.

Austin nods and offers to help you with your suitcase. You laugh and insist on taking it yourself. The two of you head over to the elevator so you can head up to your rooms.

Austin booked a room with three beds, two in the main one and one off to the side with a door separating it for privacy. The two of you reach the room and find that's no longer the case. The room only houses two queen beds.

"So, we've got a glaring problem." Grayson speaks up as soon as the door shuts. "Looks like you're going to have to find a different room, YN. So sad."

You glare at him, grumbling under your breath.

"She can't find another room." Austin replies. "The lady at the front desk put a no vacancy sign on the counter right after we checked in. And it's late." He informs everyone.

"Great." You sigh to yourself. "Austin, you dating anyone right now?" I ask him.

Austin nods, knowing why you're asking. "Yeah, sorry." He frowns.

You sigh again and turn to Waller. "You gonna be a dick and make me sleep on the floor?" You ask him.

Grayson rolls his eyes, leaning against one of the beds. "No, I'm not that much of a dickhead." He admits. "But i'm not happy about it."

"Oh because I'm so ecstatic at the idea of sharing a bed with you, Grayson." You roll your eyes.

Austin senses the tension in the room and decides to give the two of you some space for a little while.

"Okay! I'm gonna do a late-night gym sesh. I'll be back later." He quietly grabs his gym bag and exits the room.

You watch Austin retreat out of the room and huff to yourself. Once he's gone, you lug your suitcase up onto the bed and zip it open. Grayson stares at you with a glare from the other end of the bed.

"You gonna stand there and stare a hole into me, Waller?" You snark at him, returning his glare.

"Pfft, don't get smart with me, sweetheart." Waller scoffs.

You meet his eyes and grit your teeth. "Or what?" You challenge him. "It's already bad enough I have to share a bed with you. Now you're going to be a dick to me for the rest of the night?"

Grayson comes around the bed and stops just in front of you. He's easily half a foot taller than you, which only pisses you off more.

"What's the matter, princess? Afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?" Grayson taunts you with a smug grin.

"Okay! Big talk coming from you, Waller." You scoff at him, eyes glued to his.

Waller takes a step forward again, only inches from you now. You don't let his intimidation tactics work on you.

"You have got to be the most annoying woman I've ever met, you know that?" Waller huffs and steps back from you after a moment.

"Please, you've been dying to get into my pants from day one, Grayson." You accuse him.

Grayson scoffs again, quick to try and deny your claim. "I have not! You're annoying!" He insists.

"And yet, you're standing over there drooling." You quip back at him.

"You! Ugh, you don't know when to shut up. Do you?" Grayson growls in frustration.

You sit and watch him squirm, struggling to keep up his facade. Grayson clenches his fists and turns around to look at you.

"Well? You done throwing a tantrum?" You ask him with a grin.

"Are you kidding me?" Grayson whines. "A tantrum? I'm not throwing a tantrum!" He claims.

You watch him, still calm as a cucumber yourself. "You're clenching your fists and stomping around like one." You point out. "Just admit it, Waller. You're dying to kiss me right now. "

"What?" Grayson huffs as he watches you stand up from the edge of the bed. "You're! I! Ugh!" He huffs a breath out of his nose.

"Ready to admit it?" You push him.

Grayson stares down at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly under the button up with a bright and colorful pattern he's wearing. You know just how to push his buttons. You always have. And that's why he acts like he can't stand you. Because he knows that you know just how to get under his skin. And he hates it.

You remain standing in front of him, waiting for an answer. But instead of a verbal one, you're waiting for, Grayson leans forward and cups your face, kissing you harshly.

You stumble back a couple of steps, hands grabbing at his shirt. "So I'm right, aren't I?" You whisper against his lips.

"I hate you so much." Grayson whispers back.

[prisonhannibal]

Hi, I'd just like to say how it's just so incredibly cool to me that you're making indigenous ( specifically sámi ) art. Though just "cool" might be too small a word to describe it.

As someone who IS sámi but. Kind of doesn't feel like they are / has a whole lot of their own complicated feelings about it (didn't speak the language at home and that sort of stuff yk), it's always so special to me to see anything about it online. Always makes me want to get a hold of myself and actually connect with my culture, it's so so important to me and seeing your art makes me really happy :'))

And honestly? Seeing stuff about us online makes it feel like it's not too late for me, that I don't have to just put "finnish" in my bio anymore. ( Though I can't really start thinking it's too late if I'm still a minor now can I?)

Sorry if this got a little much, but I wanted to let you know how important your art can be, don't feel pressured to answer this, if you want to you can just leave it or delete it!! I'm a scared guy hiding behind anon anyways :'))

Hi ❤️💚💛💙 Don’t apologize it’s not too much and I’m glad you chose to reach out instead of dealing with it alone, that’s a step in the process of reconnecting ❤️ There is a specific loneliness in not having connections to your people. I don’t know your circumstances or if it’s a completely disconnected situation or if your family grew up calling themselves sámi but not participating in the culture, so some of this might not be relevant to you but I’ll answer as if you have very little connection just in case, so I can cover too much instead of too little. I’m sorry if this is all unnecessary and preachy and you didn’t ask but I have things I feel like saying.

The language thing doesn’t say anything about how sámi you are, I didn’t grow up speaking my heart language (that’s what my áhkku calls it and I think it’s beautiful) either, the majority of sámi people don’t speak any sámi language. You have to remember that the damage done to our communities is so severe that I literally feel like I’m in a privileged position for growing up with our culture and traditions in a proud sámi family and that I got to wear a gákti as a kid, even though our language was taken from our family before I was even born. A lot of people don’t even get that. It’s not our fault, whatever we lost during the norwegianization period (and similar policies and laws in the other “countries” in sápmi) was taken from us when they beat and forced it out of our great grandparent and grandparent generation.

It’s not too late for you, or for anyone. I know many people who got their first gákti late into adulthood. I’d celebrate someone reconnecting in their 60s. You are so so so young, you have so many years left of life where you can have this, if you choose to take it. You’re also lucky that you’re young bc there’s many youth organizations across the borders. I work on the board in one and we work on organizing social stuff and duodji courses and stuff like that to create meeting spaces for sámi youth! I was actually just in Helsinki to meet with some of the organizations on the finnish and swedish side and they seemed very nice :) I would recommend looking into what’s available in your area, and if you’re interested in learning languages or duodji I wish I could help find resources, but I don’t speak finnish, but I imagine if you contact your local community they’ll be able to help you with that.

Connection is healing 🌸 Both for yourself and for our people, because we are still here and we always will be. The only people who win when we are quiet is the people who did this to us. I want all of us back and together and with the sámi spirit that ČSV stands for. There is no obligation to do anything and you should never feel guilt for not being able to do things, but I like to think that if my family from the past who weren’t allowed to do the things I do now could see me they’d be happy. When I took sámi classes I thought that the people that came before us when boarding schools were a tool to get rid of our language would be so happy to see that we’re allowed to learn now. I hope that thought can give some comfort and strength no matter where you are or what you do in this process ❤️

After the 2023 protests I was really fucked in the head, so I went home to my áhkku and she cooked reindeer meat for me and taught me how to sew a gákti, and that felt like it healed something in me.

Anyway, this was a really nice ask to get. It means a lot to me to hear that my art is meaningful to other people. I wasn’t always sure there was an audience for it, but I always made it anyway because I think sámi art and happiness existing is a beautiful and important thing ☺️

I need to say again, you are so so young, there’s so much time and so much you can learn and do, and there’s no rush. I have heard many from the older generations say how proud they are and emotional that our youth is taking our traditions and our languages back, we’ll be happy to have you. I wish you all the best

[dreamingamongthestars]

RANT: most important point in the last paragraph

I'm so happy everything with Max worked out and everyone's defending his racing but one thing still isn't sitting right with me and it's that the british media and all those sky journalists/reporters will never be fairly called out for their frankly disgusting tirade against Max. Am I glad Lando said he said things he didn't mean and texted Max first? Yes, but I wish he would've really taken the time to recognize and mention that what he said was untrue and calling the media out for treating his friend like that, as they were doing it for both him based on what he said and for their own agenda. They have every right to keep their conversation and friendship private (whether Lando said sorry, how they worked it out, etc.) and not tell us ab all the feelings involved.

The sad thing is now that everything's "let go" and we all move on and racing starts again, as all the drivers said, Sky and everyone else will get off scot free and will never have to answer for what they said. It probably won't be talked about at all, while Max and Lando and all the other drivers had to answer all these unnecessary and stupid questions about the situation.

How could everything be put to bed if they all said those things and get away with it?? I wish someone could've just said "Max made a small mistake and basically did nothing wrong, and you have all been very unfair and cruel to him, and you are hypocritical for crucifying him for something that every driver has done, something that has been done recently by many drivers, none of whom you criticized at all."

I know Max doesn't care and I'm getting all parasocial about it, but Sky really should come out and apologize ON AIR since they said all these claims during "professional analysis" ON AIR. They convinced people of falsehoods, and as a reporting organization it is their responsibility to correct these falsehoods if their journalism were to be factual. They can't just go on reporting the next race after all that targeted misinformation. My strong sense of justice can't take it

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

my reactions to episode 6 of season 2 of criminal minds evolution

spoilers under the cut!

the alarms blaring and dead people everywhere just reminds me of the way "Saturday" begins

Okay I thought this was real until I saw Luke shot and half dead on the floor. Yay for Tara being so concerned though, TarVez besties canon!!

Okay when they said we'd hear prentiss singing, this is NOT what i had in mind

JESUS christ wtf is this

Aww I love seeing Penelope take care of her friends

Luke and Penelope being beside each other in a frame 🥰 getting my garvez crumbs where i can

Tara Lewis you are SO pretty

Penelope knowing her dad is at the end of his rope and being SO patient with him 😂😂 (also, luke, i see you staring at her)

Is Rossi about to have a fucking breakdown in the middle of the BAU?? I can't handle that

Luke following Penelope into her office YESSSSS

Oops i guess not. that's jj.

Penelope there is one person on this team i can understand you struggling to look at... JJ isn't them. what's going on?

"It's between beige and bad kissing" well penelope i feel like if you got with a certain someone you'd never have to deal with that again

JJ reading her besties to shit. I love my OG BAU girls

Penelope you are NOT ALLOWED TO BE JEALOUS

tyler's ex is so pretty tho

Luke wipe that smirk off your face 😂

"Even more awkward than you working with Tyler is him working with me" Luke do you HEAR yourself??? You are outing yourself and your feelings even more. You are ADMITTING your jealousy

"Luke we need you in here" not even TWO SECONDS LATER i knew it was coming but it's still funny

PENELOPE GARCIA DID YOU JUST TOUCH HIS ARM????

Penelope's "oh" upon finding out who teresa is. this is just a group of exes up in here

Tara 🤝 Emily wives calling Dave out for not going to therapy

Soft Tara and Dave!! I love them.

ROSSI WORDLESSLY REACHING OUT FOR TARA'S HAND I AM IN SHAMBLES

JJ sneaking a cheeto 😂 i'm glad there are SOME consistencies in this show

High Emily is just Paget

Emily is so right about salt and vinegar chips. They're the BEST.

Does a picture of sergio in the background count for my sergio square on my bingo card?

Tara and Emily having the same middle name canon

"I didn't know super hot latina was your type" Well, Penelope, now you have something in common

TYLER setting boundaries i love to see it.

Mutual airing of exes... now i wonder if she brought Luke up or hid that particular detail

Wait shit I was half joking in my fic when I said tyler was still in love with teresa, but if he fr is i will be so happy and rooting for them

luke having to ask the ex of the ex of the love of his life what the story is with her and said ex

"I had a thing for army guys" NO NO NO IF THEY TRY TO MAKE TERESA AND LUKE A THING I WILL FLIP

luke's heart eyes watching penelope's presentation

oh she's calling tyler OUTTTTTT

"81% of stalking victims are stalked by someone they know." Two things. 1. Love Luke getting his Spencer Reid moments and getting to be smart. 2. THIS IS A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT ALEXEI STANOVICH AT SOME POINT

"sticky chemistry that is in the room between us all" means Penelope is acknowledging the her and luke stuff as well

LESS awkward to do boys with boys and girls with girls??? Penelope are you KIDDING???

"that's the less awkward option?" tyler i feel you

Luke's face is like "babe are you KIDDING i just told you me working with him is so awkward"

"For me and Teresa it is" icon

Tyler HAS to know that there is something Garvezy happening, because he and Luke seem to be the only people grasping the true awkwardness of this situation

oh so this is NOT emily's first time high. Temily writers i would like fics about them getting high together please and thank you

"I'm quitting" fucking LIES you won't leave them like that

WEED LACED CHEETOS??? DO THOSE REALLY EXIST???? god poor jj

"now being around him i know he's over me because i don't feel it anymore" i know penelope's ensuing awkwardness is supposed to be because she DOES still feel it with tyler or whatever, but i'm choosing to believe it actually has her thinking about Luke

"a list of everyone you've ever made angry" luke babes you are going to be at the TOP of that list

okay i have been WAITING for this tyler/luke fight

oh tyler did NOT use luke being a ranger against him

wtaf is this conversation. i'm living for it but it's WEIRD

HAHA voit's rossi impression

Bailey mention!!

Hate to see Rossi struggling. But I have to admit Voit's manipulation of him is so well done

Morgan AND Hotch mention. When's the last time we got a Morgan mention???

So they're finally talking about BAU-gate... and they're high. lovely.

The way Luke says "Penelope Garcia" and cannot even stop himself from smiling

omg luke finally speaking spanish!! (@lklvz how're you coping?)

Luke's grandmother mention!!

ugh they're so gonna try to make luke and teresa a thing. aren't they.

OH WHAT THE FUCK. TERESA CALLING LUKE TF OUT FOR BEING A PENELOPE SIMP WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED

OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY JUST SAID HE LOVES HER

Also, Luke, wdym Penelope knows??? Bc i ASSURE you she does not

"it was a hard pass for both of us" LIES

noooooooooooooooooooo how did we go from something SO GARVEZ to teresa essentially asking him out? Lady he just said he's in love with someone else this will not go well for you

what is this video game conversation

maybe i'm just tired but i do NOT get what voit is alluding to with north star and stuart house

Tyler this feels kinda stupid

if i had a nickle for every time luke saved tyler's life, i'd have two nickles. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

Luke and Tyler friendship arc???

okay. Jemilys, how are y'all doing? I might not get you, I might not be one of you, but I know you're losing it

OH EMILY KNOWS ABOUT THE MISCARRIAGE I'M SOBBING

If Teresa asks Luke out in front of Penelope i will SCREAM

So Penelope definitely thinks Luke/Teresa is a thing but I'm pretty sure that howl was her telling Luke to be brave and tell Penelope he loves her

oh THIS is where Jill comes in. I keep forgetting about her.

ahhh this was so good

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🟩

Well as a beginner beginner I used MSpaint XDD But you don't have to start out that simple or primitive in your digital art journey-

The second program I started using was FireAlpaca, and I've used it ever since I first downloaded it years ago! Its a free program that's easy for beginners to learn but also has a lot of tools for the pros!

Keep in mind though that it can be a biiiit buggy at time and has some odd quirks you'll have to learn how to work around.. <XDD Other than that, I recommend it!

(Also thank you! :DD I seem to be approaching another art block but I'd like to post again soon! :)) )

Upon googling it, it looks familiar... but I'm afraid I don't really know what it is <:((

@ibelieveinahappilyeverafter (In response to this post(?))

XDD Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! Also sorry/you're welcome for the curse! XDDD

@gamesperger

Cool lizard! But if I saw it in real life I'd probably freak out XDD my brain would register that lizard as "Yup! That's a giant spider/creepy crawly and it will scurry towards your feet and crawl up your legs if you get too close". You know?? XDD

ARENT THEY?? I'm gonna keep mine as a little golden Nugget for a looong time. Probably forever tbh <XDD

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING MY ARTWORK!!😭😭💞💞🥰😭💞💞💞

@writersblockhellsworld

XDD I get that a lot about the submas twins

@antisocial-bird

:DDDD THAANK YOU SO MUCH!! :]]]

I had plans to make a follow up comic that ends with Emmet finally having a genuine smile.. (and Ingo having a genuine frown..? 👀👀) But man, I got kicked in the teeth with art block suddenly 💀💀

I already knew about the scene before watching it, so it didn't effect me too much..

But dang, I love that scene. If I hadn't already seen it beforehand I probably would have started crying.. 🥺😭😭💞💞💞

@couchwow

I have seen them in meme compilations.. but that's all I know of them. :((

I haven't decided if there will be a scar or not..

Also its kind'a the opposite. Its not looking at Ingo that reminds them of the separation.. is not looking at him that brings the anxiety back..

If Elesa goes too long without seeing or hearing from Ingo, she'll start to feel uneasy and anxious. Only feeling better when she gives Ingo a call and hears his voice..

For Emmet, if Ingo is out of his sight for more than 30 minutes or so, anxiety will start to creep up his spine. Getting more and more anxious until he is physically reunited with him.

Sometimes even needing a hug or a gentle hand on the shoulder to physically ground him and remind him that Ingo is home now. he is safe..

@glitchhayden418

I do not.. <:(((

@kaxthatsme

I played Splatoon 3 for a time! :DD And I made some ocs for it! Though I never posted their refs.. at least I made some doodles for them! <:D

Wait!! Did it taste good at least??

1: Gregory might be a little spooked by Glamrock fredbear at first, considering he's so huge! :0

2: They would probably be afraid of somehow getting the virus too.. they'd stick close together and hide away from the animatronics..

3: They are either friends or acquaintances with the other animatronics. But their friendship with each other is most important :00

Also thank you!! I'm glad you like them! :))

@kermit-ydafrog

XDDD I'm glad you seem to like my slime rancher stuff! :)))

GIMMEGIMMEGIMMEGIMMEGIMME

(Humanoid slime rancher combo post)

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm so glad you liked them!! :}}

And I'm not sure about the stan twins and the train twins,, Maybe Emmet and Stanley could be chaotic together? XDD

@chaotic-public-menace

I've never heard of outer wilds.. <:00 It looks beautiful though! :))

Also the "Snort Parmesan" was what got me XDDD

@holly-opal

I've never heard of it.. <:0 But upon googling it, it looks really pretty! :))

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you <:}}

@mimiocto

Oh boy, that would probably go poorly <XDD

@caronaro-flipaclip

I've seen the first one, and have heard a lot of chatter about the second one.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :000

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

Probably the moment when him and Seafoam got their pirate ship! :00

@keakruiser

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}} 💞💞💞

@emailimagination

:DDD Thank you!! :}}}

@tallchest13-blog

XDDD These are great