#like. we were literally kids together i'm really sorry i'm having a moment here.

[eddiegotout]

growing up is truly so crazy. it's like... i went to school with this kid who is now a pro sports player. we were in the same first grade class. we learned how to read together. i remember his best friend from middle school and the girl he was half in love with in eighth grade. i rooted for them because she had beautiful green eyes and he was nice for a 14 year old boy. i was sad for him when she moved away. we used to stand in the school burger line together four days a week because we were both picky eaters who needed protein. i haven't spoken to him since we were 15 but i still follow his brother on instagram because he was a cool senior when we were freshmen. and now i'm buying his jersey online and i'm rooting for him but i'm also rooting for that 6 year old i pushed down a hill at recess. because we were kids together

[tealvenetianmask]

Does Blitz blame himself for Cash's abuse?

Stick with me, and I'm truly sorry.

All of the people except Cash featured in the memories Rolando shows Blitz are people who Blitz has cared deeply for and felt like he hurt, failed to get close to, or let down.

Let's look at them (again, yes)

Tilla

Fizz

Verosika

Loona

M&M

Barbie

A whole lot of Stolas

So. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is Cash Fucking Buckzo. Doing in this line-up?

Well. Hurting Blitz, horribly. My first meta on this scene didn't really capture this, but as many have pointed out, this is Cash grabbing Blitz's freshly burned wrist after the fire and smacking the ever living shit out the burned side of his face. Presumably blaming him for the fire and everything (and everyone) lost from it. And then Cash telling Blitz in the hospital that Fizz doesn't want to see him.

It's emphasized too. Right after we see the memory of Cash hitting Blitz, we see Blitz physically flinch while watching it.

So if this is just a compilation of horrible memories, maybe that's all there is to it.

But if it's a grouping of the people Blitz cares for, well . . . it makes sense for it to be that, doesn't it? Blitz has a lot of love in him, and yet he's scared of intimacy. His trauma is ABOUT hurting people, losing people, driving people away, craving closeness that he can't have . . .

Being an abuse victim is complicated. Being a family scapegoat is complicated too. A lot of abusers try to make the victim think that they're ACTUALLY the cause of their pain and everyone else's, and we already know that Cash did this to Blitz (literally in this same set of memories in the hospital).

But we also saw it in The Circus when Blitz was much younger, and saw how much this tactic got to Blitz.

Cash guilts his son into going into a dangerous situation for him. If Blitz doesn't do this, their lack of resources, the possible suffering of his parents . . . it will all be Blitz's fault.

And Blitz cares deeply (he always has!), so he does it.

Now one might argue that Blitz says "of course I want to help Mama" here and leaves Cash out of his reply, so he doesn't love his father. But reality is often more complicated than that. He's upset here that Cash is forcing this on him. Cash hurts him. His mother (seemingly) offers much more love. That doesn't mean that Blitz doesn't ALSO feel some care and responsibility for his father's wellbeing.

I think that Blitz believes (or at least a significant part of him believes) that he destroyed Cash's life too with the fire, and that he deserved that beating and being turned away from the hospital and possibly many of the beatings and beratings that Cash delivered in the past. I think that in the moment when Cash grabbed him, he felt that he fully deserved the agony he felt when Cash held his wrist.

I think a part of him loved his father growing up and still loves him-- that there were moments between the incidents of cruelty where they had fun together as a family, and where looked up to his dad and wanted desperately to win his approval.

I think that Blitz has a lot of anger toward Cash too, and that a part of him always knew that Cash was wrong to hurt him. He had a whole lot of resilience and defiance in him even as a young kid.

I think that he felt guilty for all of the times he felt angry at his father. I think he might still.

I'm off to cry and then grab my pitchfork and storm wherever Cash is living nowadays. Who's with me?

[luvvixu]

mind over matter pt. 4

synopsis: witness how your marriage was bound to fall apart with you on the front seat and your husband gojo had missed the show—now, he gotta figure out the story on his own.

content: arrange marriage au, angst, husband!gojo, mean!gojo, mention of blood, strong languages, some unsettling scenarios, emotional trauma, read at your own risk

a/n: ok, im such a bad author now huhu, i always broke my promises about updating the new chapter :((( should've just wrote in advance but i'm afraid i don't have that enough free time oqsjjanswjaj anyways, here's the anticipated chapter!! THANK YOU FOR Y'ALL PATIENCE <3 MWUHEHEHHEEHHE

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the next day comes and you've got yourself some visitors. megumi, yuuji, nobara, maki, and inumaki was in your room and they were all seated around you as you talk.

panda and your two third years were not around at the moment because this is a non-sorcerer hospital and people would freak out to see a big ‘talking’ panda. during your two third years, they were out of town and were on a mission but they still text you to get well and even send you some fresh flowers.

“wait, i still can't believe that he's your husband.” nobara couldn't explain his shock at the revelation. out of all, she didn't think that her goofy teacher was someone's husband.

you chuckled at her reactions as you turned your gaze on megumi, who's still his mouth hanging. “megumi, i thought you're getting a hint?” you tease the boy. although it was true, you actually thought he already had an idea because you've known him for almost his entire life and even once lived with you as a kid.

“no…” was only his answer.

“so, gojo-sensei was the one you're talking about when you said that he was a busy man. most of his job requires being out of town. but he never fails to shower you with love and he is making sure that you two would still communicate despite his busy schedule?” your eyes widened when yuuji literally just said what you had said from before, word-by-word!

“i—i supposed he is.” everyone in the room sweat dropped at your answer.

what do you mean you supposed?!

“y/n-sensei, is it okay if we ask your baby?” maki chooses the gentlest approach because she heard that post-pregnancy can make the mother quite crikey, sensitive, and is prone to depression. but to her relief, you respond to her warmly.

“oh, the baby is being treated since they're premature. i really can't wait to meet them once i get better. but right now, shoko was the only one who had seen my baby.” you smiled softly at the thought of your baby.

“gojo-sensei still hadn't seen the baby?” maki’s eyes went wide.

you nodded. “yeah, he said we should go together so i must heal quickly for that to happen.”

the door suddenly opened and it revealed your husband with food in his hand. you smiled at the packages not because you're hungry, but because you had finally persuaded satoru to go out and leave you even for just a few minutes.

how did you do it? well, you just give him an earful after what he did yesterday night and he's like;

“i don't know how you did it but you should've just gone to the convenience store or the hospital canteen just for an oatmeal and eggs. and look, i'm not upset over the fact that you just had the ‘very easy to get’ food delivered on this doorstep. what concerns me is you seem not to trust me very well to handle myself— well in fact i've been doing it since i was a kid and blah, blah, blah, blah…” it was your turn to yap but a little longer than he did. you even probably bought up some of his minor mistakes like not taking out the trash on random sunday night.

and he was like, “i'm sorry. i won’t do it again ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)”

“y'all done backstabbing me?” satoru teasingly smiled at you all.

“oh, we're just getting started. so why don't you take a seat and hear us out?” you patted the empty space of your bed beside you.

satoru playfully huffed and gave the foods to his students and let them distribute it themselves. sitting beside you, he gave you the separate plastic with food and helped you feed yourself. the two of you had your moment with you telling satoru to just let you be and stop feeding you like a kid, but satoru was like nuh uh—and it goes on and on.

meanwhile, the students watch you two with surprise in their eyes. they still couldn't digest the fact that you two had managed to hide your marriage for like five years or so. and out of all spouses out there, they couldn't believe their eyes that you married a guy that is a total opposite of you.

“i still cannot really believe that you're married and have a baddie wife.” nobara almost never tears her gaze towards you two.

“yeah, much more is that they look so in love!” yuuji agrees to what nobara said as his words made you two stop bickering instantly.

like a cold water being poured, you two were suddenly experiencing a reality check that this so-called in love was very far from the two of you actually is. coughing slightly to hide his awkwardness and nervousness, he just let himself chuckle. while you? you're an expert at this, you maintain a smiley expression and wordlessly (and also forcefully) agrees to what the boy said.

“oh my, do we?” putting a hand on your cheek, you smiled with your eyes closed. your act looks so legit but satoru has seen this multiple side—he knew this facade was all fake.

maki suddenly puts herself into attention by calling your name. “anyway y/n-sensei, i've noticed you two don't have a ring—” before she could even finish her sentence, you already beat her to it.

“that's because the two of us, mostly him, are constantly fighting curses and both involve using our hands when we use our techniques. it would be risky to wear it and we're scared that we might get it lost or damaged.” you explain meticulously.

you watch the students agree to your explanation, while satoru is looking at you with meaning. you stared back at him too, hoping that he would get your telepathic message.

“alright guys, your y/n-sensei needs to rest now. we'll just see you guys soon or you can all just drop by tomorrow after your training.” satoru called everyone's attention by clapping his hands then started to playfully shoo the students.

you watch them pack their things and wave you a happy goodbye, in which you return their enthusiasm as well. when they all left, you let out a sigh and started to gently lie your body on the bed. satoru, who was done cleaning just now, sit at the end of your bed and carefully massage your legs.

“did you have fun with them?” you just lazily hum at his question and proceed to rest your eyes.

“i…i'm surprised you managed to convince them about our marriage.” satoru continued quietly.

opening one of your eyes and looking at him, you said, “of course, i've been doing it to a lot of people for the past five years.”

that alone made him shut up.

satoru looked down to his hands, which were still busy massaging your legs. you've noticed that his eyes were casted down and his behavior was somewhat familiar to you, he's feeling something that is related to guilt and regret.

clicking your tongue, you're in no mood to deal with his behavior today. so to find a solution to this problem, you just put yourself to sleep and let all of this just go on without a single care.

it has been two days and you're getting better day by day. today was probably the bestest day so far because you're about to finally see your own baby!

“calm down, mama. do you want your stitches to open again?” shoko holds your knees to stop it from shaking anxiously as you were currently sitting just right outside the neonatal intensive care unit (nicu) where your baby was.

you understand that the doctors need to prepare the room first before you all come in, but you wished that they speed it up.

“but sho, i'm finally seeing my baby!” you squeal at your friend who just ruffles your hair and tells you to be patient—in which you definitely can't.

meanwhile, satoru, who was standing beside you while you and shoko were sitting together, has been eyeing you since this whole waiting. he understands that you're excited about seeing the baby because he is too, he is excited. but he couldn't help but to feel a sensation that you would rather share your excitement with others than him.

he knows that he sounds ridiculous and undeserving to say that in the first place after what he did to put you through, but he still couldn't help it and he wouldn't even dare to say it to you.

the door of the nicu just opened and it revealed the doctor who was wearing protective gear to keep bacterias and viruses from entering the room and harm the baby. before he lets you all in, he first instructs you all to change the same gear as him and then proceeds to give you all some explanation in which you actively listen and take notes.

and after that, he finally lets you go inside.

the moment your eyes traveled on a crib, you saw your child laying down there with some breathing apparatus that is connected to their little body. you could feel your eyes swell with hot tears as you inch yourself towards the bundle of joy who's their crib was also protected with glass and only small holes on both sides were there.

satoru and shoko watched you with pure warmth at your sight—it was a nice scene of mother's love. finally, a tear escapes your eyes the moment you get a whole view of your child.

“isn't he pretty?” shoko said beside you, someone who you didn't notice had come near you.

you gasp, “he? m-my baby is a boy?” your cries go even harder, but it was just pure happiness. you couldn't bring yourself to tear your gaze away from your child even though he looks fragile for being premature but you love him dearly.

“can i touch him?” you look at the doctor who assisted you earlier without caring that you might look like a crying mess. you're far more thrilled to be with your child than to be pretty at this moment.

the doctor smiled at you and he agreed. he pointed out the small hole on the side, telling you to stick your hands out to feel your baby. you do what he said with your shaky hands, and when your fingertips touch his warm skin—you feel like you could die from the burst of euphoria.

“my b-baby, my baby is n-now here!” you really can't hold your emotions back as you keep on passing your fingers through your baby's arm until it reaches his closed hands where you slightly and gently open it for him to grab index finger. and when he does, your smile becomes even wider.

“hi baby~ this is me, your mommy. it's so nice to finally see you.” you whispered softly, hoping that despite the glass, he could hear your words.

this is the bestest day of your life. your baby was here and that's all you need.

the scene continues to unfold with you still getting emotional and shoko was just watching you with a smile on her face. while satoru, the father of the child, the husband of the mother, was a little distant but he could still see the baby. he was all quiet and couldn't bring himself to utter a word but he's not speechless.

his eyes behind those glasses were trailed on the child, but most of his gazes were on you. satoru watches you become all smiley—this is probably the happiest smile he had seen on your lips for the past years of your marriage.

and he would absolutely never forgive himself if he breaks it—but he already did.

shoko notices his odd behavior and promptly leaves your side for a while (but you're busy having a baby talk with your baby to notice her leaving) to go talk to him.

“what? you're just gonna stand there and watch y/n?” yup. still the same as before, hostile towards the man. satoru let out a sigh and didn't give her attention. instead, he walked towards y/n and just focused on his family.

“you’re so tiny!” you continue to cooed at your son who keeps on moving slightly which is a good sign that your son is responsive and fighting. you also noticed that satoru was now right beside you and is looking at your son too with adoration tinted in his eyes.

“i don't think i could let myself be away from him anymore.” you said. your cheeks were now hurting from constant smiling but you don't mind.

satoru only looks at you briefly because his attention was now on his son, fully. “hello, it was nice finally meeting you.” his eyes trailed on his own flesh and blood with the most care of all.

on the other hand, you're not dumb to not notice that satoru was acting hesitant towards this scene and you knew what his reason was. you think that satoru thinks that he was undeserving to be here, and you're correct about his assumption.

but as a woman who grew up with an experience of being inside a shattered family, you absolutely would not want that to happen to your own child. and as much as you would also like to satoru be away at least for now because you're still that sensitive about what he had said during those conversations in the clinic and hallway, you respect his role as a father.

you'd give him a chance to prove his worth as a father to your child, but he's far worse to have a chance to prove his worth as a husband to you. if he messes this up real bad and without any proper explanation, this will be all over—satoru would no longer have you and your child as his own family.

“stick your hand on his hole, that way you could feel him.” you guided his hand towards the hole that you had said before and watched his hands turn shakey as he reached for the baby.

once satoru had finally experienced a skin-to-skin touch with his baby, he wanted to cry so badly but he didn't allow himself to, at least not yet. he felt like this was one of the best moments in his existence.

satoru would like to punch himself for questioning the baby for his plans as he seemingly thinks it would affect him. but just when he look and touch his baby, all of his recollection about the mixed emotions he felt when the baby is on the board has suddenly vanished and it was replaced with gratefulness and adoration for both of you.

it was like a full 360 degrees turn was done after the early birth of his first born. plus, he had seen you be ever so happy that you are with him. and deep inside him, satoru deniably hopes that this kid, this child, can at least help him save this marriage that was destined to fail and doomed.

because he now finally realizes that you're slowly wrapping him around your tiny fingers.

your tears had made him be a better person, your recent experience had made him behave. it almost cost you and your baby's wife just for him to realize the importance of your five years of marriage, and he's planning to tell you that soon.

“have you finally decided what name we should give him?” shoko asked you and she didn't fail to see your eyes sparkle at the mention of name.

ah yes, baby names.

that was something that a mother and father should decide together because it comes very crucial because the name that your baby will get is a symbol of you two's relationship. but the thing is, you and your husband hadn't talked about a single thing or just anything related to this matter.

that's probably why you're still embarrassed whenever you think about nanami accidentally seeing you open a website into one of the school's computers about unique baby names with its meaning.

you're four months pregnant at that time and you're spending your free time in a teacher's lounge. you're very invested in your mini research to the point that you didn't notice an old friend peeking at your screen. you actually only notice his presence when you're about to stretch but accidentally bump his torso, and to your surprise, he was there.

and then the rest becomes a story and history. nanami helped you pick baby names for both genders or even unisex until you came out with…

“kazuki. let's name him that.” a soft smile was decorated on your lips as you watched satoru, who's looking at you, plays with the hands of your son.

“kazuki…that's a nice name, y/n.” satoru said happily. however, you can see his disappointment behind those words and you know why. you didn't even invite him to search for your baby's name because why would you?

“does it have any special meaning?” shoko asked you.

you nodded and said, “of course, kazuki means hope of peace—and i really need that.”

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[part 5 will be just there right around the corner — ©luvvixu2024]

[freyito]

Can you do Smoke and Reptile, sfw, them burying their face in readers boobs, using them as a pillow and how they’d react to reader to reader doing it back to them? You could do somthing suggestive.

I'm curious also, besides Kenshi and Kuai Liang who else are you a fan of?

imma be honest anon, this is such a fire idea. when i was at this a7x concert me and my friend saw a guy with double ds. like. BODACIOUS bro. that was the first thing our eyes went to. he looked like jesus christ brother. he spoke like he had a message from the gods.

anyways. to answer your question. sentimentally i'm very attached to Kitana and Scorpion in general, i played Kitana when mk9 came out (i was 7, my dad let me play mk when i was SEVEN) and my dad played Scorpion and i always got my ass handed to me. but he worked a lot and playing mk9 was the only time we really got together when i was a kid. with mk1, we've been able to play a lot more together and it reminds me of those times, it's really fun. now i win about half the matches we play, but i just don't play Kitana anymore. i really do prefer Kenshi.

I am actually married to Johnny Cage and Kenshi, soooo Also, to be honest, the first characters to draw me into Mk1 were Smoke & Sub-Zero. Hadn't really been a big Sub-Zero fan beforehand, not of Bi-Han or Kuai Liang. So it was fun having that revelation. And Tomas is just super cute, I actually love that he's Czech. We're not the same, but hey, we're atleast both slavic. I dont know why, I just love finding Slavic characters cause more often then not I end up relating to them. Sorry for the monologue, anon. Here's your boob request :P

cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs brother, bonus character!, proofread

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴛᴏᴍᴀꜱ & ꜱʏᴢᴏᴛʜ

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas loves nothing more at the end of the day than getting to bury his face in your chest. As long as you two are in private, he'll wiggle his way into you somehow.

Half the time you two have together, he's face down in your chest, it is a regular occurrence and will stay a regular occurrence.

Does he do anything other than that? No. He's planking. He's in love, man, you can't blame him.

So, when you find him laying on the bed that one fateful night, defenseless, you give him the same treatment. You climb onto the bed, and slink your way into his arms.

He reaches out for you absent-mindedly, running his hands through your hair. Then you strike. You plank right into HIS boobs. He hasn't even registered yet. But you understand why he does it to you. Even if you can't breathe, it's somehow euphoric.

Tomas pauses, looks down at you. And his face flushes. You can feel his body temperature rise. He doesn't know how to react, he's been caught in just an inconvenient situaton.

He doesn't complain, though. He's just flustered. Real flustered. He holds you close after he can find his composure, still unsure but grateful of your touch.

-Syzoth

Syzoth almost always makes a dive for your chest when you two are cuddling. He'll be tangled up with you- quite literally, the man really enjoys being as close as possible- and still find a way to bury his head into your chest.

Doesn't matter how much you dodge out of it, he's going to wrap himself around you and find your chest somehow, someway.

But, he thinks he's free of this torment. He gets to lay his head in your chest, and run off freely. He does it when you two nap, when you cuddle, wherever, whenever.

You find him one night, after a long day and seize your chance. And your boyfriends boobies. Without a second chance you throw yourself at Syzoth, aiming directly for his chest.

You can see him realize in that moment what's happening. And you can see the exact look of 'awh fuck', almost as if in slow motion. And when you finally get to lay your head onto his sweet, sweet, pillows, he gives up right then and there.

Syzoth accepts the love, completely. He might act all pouty because you robbed him of his favorite thing to do, but secretly he loves it. You can almost hear him purr.

-Bonus Points! Bi-Han

Bi-Han doesn't really find himself buried in your chest too often. Mainly because he feels like he's controlled for that. He's thought about it, but refuses to do it.

But let's be honest, how can you not shove your face in his tits? They're massive, H cups AT LEAST. So you stalk your boyfriend, until you can find a private moment between you two.

He doesn't know your game, but he does know you've been following him. He's not annoyed, he's simply confused as to why you won't directly approach him.

So, when you ambush him, he's only slightly prepared. You go straight for his boobs. And you land directly in between them. Silence washes over you two.

Bi-Han doesn't understand. Part of him doesn't want to. So he simply wraps his arms gently around your waist and pulls you closer. He kind of thinks you're in need of comfort.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Can I request a part 3 to "unrequited"?

A/N I honestly was not planning another part to this story. I'm just gonna... leave this here. (Pls don't hate me guys. This is so genuinely the only path I could think of for this story that I liked.)

Unrequited pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Um. Alastor is dark/yandere in this part. Uh. Unhealthy relationship. Yeah.

Word Count: 2,094

Previous Parts:

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader)

Unrequited Pt. 2

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor had cornered her in the hall. The years, the games, the challenges, none of it was fun anymore. It all came to an end tonight. There was no other option, not when she could die tomorrow. The angels were coming, and they were coming for the hotel.

"I don't want you here tomorrow."

"What!?" Y/n exclaimed in utter shock.

She hadn't known what to expect when Alastor had stopped her as she made her way downstairs to the bar. Everyone was supposed to be having a drink together, celebrating their afterlives that there was a chance they might loose. She didn't know what to expect but, she certainly hadn't expected this.

Alastor had been acting weird lately. He was always weird but ever since the day with Husk in the hallway, he'd been weird even by those standards. He was always finding something for Y/n to do that put her near him, always watching. It was irritating. They had been fighting a lot and Alastor still had yet to apologize to Husk.

"I don't want you at the hotel tomorrow. You are not coming near this fight."

"What the fuck, Alastor?" Y/n nearly stamped her foot on the floor, she crossed her arms and glared at the demon, "I... these are my friends. This is my home. I will do what I can to protect it."

"No, you wont. You wont be here." he paused, "I will use our little deal to make sure of that, if need be."

Y/n scoffed. Her anger was a fiery, radiant thing. Alastor found himself thinking she had always reminded him quite a bit of a lioness when she got like this. The thought had been an accident, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when these were the stakes. Alastor pushed it away.

"You fucking... literally why? Like, what? I... sorry, just taking me a bit to process this: the demon who tricked me into selling my soul to them is now going to use that contract to take me, a valuable asset, out of a war which we cannot afford to loose?"

"Yes." Alastor nodded.

"Because?" Y/n prompted in irritation after a moment.

Alastor sighed.

"Y/n, think about what could happen if you are here."

"The same thing that could happen to any one here!" Y/n threw her arms up in exasperation, gesticulating her frustration as she spoke, "The same thing you're forcing on Husk and Nifty, have you had this chat with either of them?"

Alastor didn't respond. It was all the answer she needed.

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so!" she scoffed, "So it's okay for everyone to risk their lives -- it's okay for you to risk your life even, but not me? Its okay for you to force my friends to risk their lives, but you're going to force me to stay out of it? Listen to yourself, you sound ridiculous."

"We don't need your help. You're slow, you will only hold us back."

The comment he had hope would dampen Y/n's spirit, bend her will into submission, only added to her fire.

"I'm... that's bullshit and we both know it. I might be small, but so is Nifty. Everyone has skills they can offer. I know how to fight, how to survive, and we will have angelic weapons for Christ's sake. Like, I really don't understand what the issue your having is here."

"Y/n, just... no." Alastor shook his head, a hand to his temples, "No. You will not be here tomorrow. I forbid it. I'm sending you to stay with Rosie."

"What am I, your kid?" Y/n sneered.

Alastor looked over at her, his hand falling from his forehead.

"Just please, Y/n." he took a step forward, pulling her hands into his. Alastor took a deep breath. "For me."

Y/n's eyes went wide. Alastor could see the conflict, the swirling emotions. Anger turned to grief, mixed with gratitude, and became anger again. A never ending cycle.

His heart pounded against his chest, it fought him valiantly for release. It had been so long. So long since she'd looked at him with anything other than disgust, so long since she had let him touch her like this.

Y/n settled on confusion as her dominant emotion and pulled her hands from his grasp. Alastor mourned the contact, his hands still held up in the air where hers had met them as Y/n took a step away.

"Why."

It wasn't a question. Y/n commanded information and at the end of the day, he may own her soul but she owned his heart. Alastor felt like in some way, she always had. He couldn't bear the thought of loosing her but, he didn't know if he could handle the rejection either. There was no way, no chance, she would believe him if he told her too much of the truth but, lying wouldn't work either. It would have to be a careful balance, a calculated withholding of information. Too much was riding on tomorrow, on tonight, on this very moment.

"Because I don't want you to die."

Y/n's brow furrowed even further, their eyes growing wider still as she stumbled another step back. Her back was nearly against the wall now, there wasn't anywhere else she could go.

Her eyes flitted around the space fervently. Her lips formed words that never left her mouth. Alastor watched, stress eating him alive. At last, Y/n did something. She brought her hands to her head and sunk to the floor, her knees pulled into her chest.

"What are you doing to me." she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

For what felt like the thousandth time, Alastor felt a little piece of his heart fracture off. He didn't know how much more he could take of this before there was nothing left to break, nothing left to loose. She looked up at him, her hands still holding either side of her head and her eyes wet with tears.

"Why do you care?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. There was an insistence in her voice, a pleading. He stood in indecision for a moment, frozen by want, by need, by fear. His body took over as he took a step towards Y/n. Alastor kneeled down in front of her.

With great care, with a familiarity and gentleness Y/n hadn't felt from him in years, Alastor untangled her fingers from her hair. He held her hands in his once again and this time, he wasn't going to let go.

"Because I care about you."

Shock at his own bravery emanated from his chest. Alastor held his breath.

"You..." Y/n's eyes hardened, "I wish you'd stop messing with my head like this. Its not funny."

"Y/n, I'm not messing. I am not playing a game, I'm not..." Alastor sighed, letting go of one of Y/n's hands and running his hand through his hair as he looked to the side.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back to face her, grabbing her free hand once again.

"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, that I'm not. But I will keep you safe. No matter what, you will not be here tomorrow."

"Please, Alastor."

His heart stopped. He couldn't recall the last time she'd asked him for anything that wasn't to leave her, Husk, and Nifty, alone. He couldn't recall the last time she'd seemed to fragile in his arms.

"Please, they're... they're my family. I can't..." a single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, "I can't just leave them."

"I..."

There was a moment, a split second where he almost agreed. Alastor's eyes narrowed. He dropped Y/n's hands and got back to his feet. She adjusted her position in response, nearly kneeling before him.

"Please, Alastor. Let me help them. Let me do what I can to protect my family. Please. I'll do anything you want... I'll..."

It almost worked. Alastor felt his purpose waver again. Then the fear came back. He had already lost so much. His mother, his humanity, his own soul and free will. Alastor refused to add Y/n to the list of things that were so far out of his reach. He just couldn't. He didn't care if she hated him for the rest of eternity, as long as it meant she was safe at his side.

"No." he shook his head, his heart hardening, "You forget, you already have to do whatever I want. You forget, I own you."

Y/n's scream of anger as the shadows took her was muffled as she was sucked into their portal. Alastor stood, watching the spot she had been in for a few moments and then, he doubled over in pain. It shot through him in spikes, in daggers. It was the first time he had told her that. Not once before had Alastor ever said those three words to Y/n, not even when they had first made their deal. I own you.

The guilt, the regret, all of it underpinned by the overwhelming love. It had been trapped for so long, so sheltered and pushed back in the recesses of his mind that it had twisted. The love had become obsessive, dangerous, hungry.

With a breath, Alastor stood straight once again. Pushing his composure back to the surface, he smoothed his hair and went down to the bar to inform everyone of his decision. He may have forced Y/n to do something she didn't want to, fracturing things further than he'd believed possible, but he wasn't going to blame her for it. Alastor was used to being the villain and hopefully, in this case, he wouldn't have to be. Hopefully, they would understand.

Y/n gasped for breath as she was let out of the shadow portal. Panting on all fours, slowly she brought herself back together. Y/n had met Rosie before, once or twice. She knew she was a kind soul at heart, a reasonable person, and she knew that Rosie's cannibals were the main force of their army tomorrow. All she had to do was convince the overlord to let her join them, and it would be okay.

Taking a deep breath to restore her confidence, Y/n looked up. Her heart dropped.

"No."

She got to her feet, looking carefully around the decrepit old radio tower.

"No. Nonono."

Her breaths becoming panicked, she ran to the door. It was locked. Taking a step back, she kicked it harshly. The firm wood didn't budge.

Driven by adrenaline alone, Y/n ran to the windows and began to hit them with all her might. None of them so much as trembled.

"No!"

She looked wildly around the space and, spotting Alastor's chair, picked it up. Y/n hurled it at the window. There was a crash and for a split second, there was hope. That was until she realized it was the chair that had broken, not the window.

"No! No!"

Turning back to the door, she hurled her body repeatedly against it. Each time, she got the biggest running start she could. Each time, there was no change at all, nothing happened. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, she was long past panicked now.

"NO!"

After about twenty minutes, Y/n was out of breath and exhausted. Her whole body hurt and her face was sticky with tears. She sat at the door, her back pressed against it and her knees pulled into her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she sobbed.

Everyone was at the hotel, except for her. Everyone was preparing to fight for and protect what they loved, except for her. What would they think? What would they say? Much more importantly, would they make it out?

A sudden fear gripped her, a fist around her heart. Would she ever see any of them again? Y/n's sobs redoubled.

"Fucking..."

She sniffed, her panic and grief quickly fixing itself back in the shape of the familiar anger. She could see him in her minds eye, that moment his eyes had softened, that moment she thought that maybe he had been telling the truth all along, that they really had been friends, that he really did care.

"I hate you Alastor!" she screamed to herself, alone in the dark, "I hate you and I will continue to hate you until the day I fucking die again!"

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A/N I love an irredeemable villain and doomed, misshapen love. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted this to end up happy.

[shelbgrey]

Perfect(Seth Clearwater)

Paring: Cullen!Imprint!Reader x Seth Clearwater

Summary: Seth never expected to turn into a wolf, let alone imprint. But after the new born army Seth imprents on the youngest Cullen. they become love sick puppies and just try to have the time of their lives at Edward's wedding. (sorry for any spelling errors)

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I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Me and Seth hung close together as we walked around the sea of people, Bella and Edward's wedding reception was going off without a hitch. I didn't really want to be here, I hate huge croweds, but it was my big brother's wedding. It also helped I was with Seth.

He knew I didn't really want to do this, so he succeeded at spending the whole making me laugh. During the ceremony we couldn't stop giggling and making jokes about Bella, Sue had to literally sit in between us in the middle of my brothers vows. She found out that separating us wasn't gonna stop us.

This was Seth's first real party and he was always willing to try anything. We were know as the the sweet and innocent couple, we do are best to uphold that name.

“you guys are so cute together” Rose smiled, you knew Seth must be doing something right if someone like Rosalie saw him more as just a 'mutt'.

We tried to run off and get some cupcakes but Rosalie stopped us to get a photo. The first one was sweet but then they started to slowly become unhinged to the point Rose dismissed us. Emmett laughed as we went to sneak some cupcakes behind Alice's back.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine...

If your wondering I'm the only human in the Cullen family and the only one who has actual documents of Carlisle and Esme adopting me.

I didn't know much about the pack till I befriend Jacob. Dispite my family he had a soft spot for me, I met Seth threw him even. Of course I didn't get to officially meet Seth intill the newborn Fiasco.

What my family nor the pack was prepared for was Seth imprinting on me. Jacob had invited me to a bonfire with the pack and that's when it happened. This of corse cuased some problems with the treaty and all, but with the newborn army coming everyone let it go.

I never felt so happy to have him, I watched my siblings get married and fall in love and I was left by myself, thst was unitll Seth. He had my heart from the start.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath, But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight...

“come on! Dance with me” I said pulling him towrds the swarm of other couples. Seth laughed and spung me around before pulling me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed to the music in a uncoordinated way, we didn't have to dance like Baby and Johnny from Diry Dancing to have fun.

He took my arms and we just kinda playfully bounced around and bumped each other. Things didn't really calm down till a slow song started to play, wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton started to play.

“may I have this dance?” Seth playfully bowed. “you may” he smiled and pulled me to his chest and way slowly swayed to the soft love song.

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own...

I looked into his chocolate eyes never wanting this to end. We never really had a moment that didn't involve danger, so it was nice to just have a night of fun and laughter.

“have you ever thought about having a wedding?” Seth asked taking my hand in his and twirled me. I smiled softly. “of course, but we're too young to get married” I chuckled.

He smiled. “I know that...I want get a job and a maybe a small house on the res for us before we do all that”

“sounds like a plan” I smiled.

I knew in the future when it came down to either Seth or the family, I would chose Seth. I love my parents and siblings, they gave me a second chance when they adopted me. But then we move all the time and I'm not taking Seth away from his sister and mother.

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

“you got somthing on your face” I said to Seth as we were eating the cupcakes we we're not supposed to eat yet.

“where?” he asked licking the frosting off this thumb.

I smiled and wiped the frosting on his nose. “there”

“hey” he laughed and his eyes went crossed to look at his now white nose. He stuck his toung out and tried to get it. I laughed at his failed attempts, he gave me an 'oh yeah?' look and wipped some frosting on my cheek. I laughed and pushed him away.

He stumbled backwards and accidentally bumped into Alice. “sorry Alice” he quickly said. She rolled her eyes.

“you guys aren't supposed to eat those yet and please act your ages” I rolled my eyes, Alice wasn't used to Seth yet but I didn't care what she thought. I would fight Seth for as long as it takes.

“we are acting our ages, we're at the prime of our youth and we only live once” I said smiled big, Seth nodded agreeing.

I ment the 'only live once' because that's what I wanted, as much as I loved my family I want to grow old with Seth and have a happy, normal future with him.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this... Darling, you look perfect tonight

“have I told you how pretty you look tonight” Seth asked as we walked around the house, the music was getting old so we went somewhere more quiter.

I blushed. “Yes, about a million times” I playfully blumbed his shoulder.

“well it's not enough.. I don't deserve to be in the presents of such beauty” he said in his best medieval voice as he playful bowed to me then pulled me into his arms.

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person, And she looks perfect...

Everything seemed to be perfect when I was with him and even if we were just 'kids' I couldn't wait for the future... And whatever desserts we can steal behind Alice's back tonight.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

requests for happy logan fics you say? 👀

i shall request happy logan, um i dont really have a good idea of anything tho

if u need a more solid idea maybe a younger grid kid reader x logan and um here are some possible prompts

"I don't procrastinate really, it's just that when I do, I prefer to do it last minute, that's all."

"I'm always right because who else will be?"

"I have a confession to make, and it's not going to be easy to hear. You just can't get mad okay?" (cue the confession being of the stupidest thing imaginable)

sorry theyre bad, my brain is literally refusing to function right now. have a nice day!

an: thank you for the request! i went with the third prompt. i hope you don't mind changing it so reader is a driver (it just suited the story better in my head). it's quite short as i haven't been writing for a while.

The rookie trio of 2023 was inseparable. Oscar, you and Logan knew each other since you were kids and joining Formula 1 at the same time made the bond between the three of you even deeper. But what many people didn’t know, you and Logan have been dating since the end of the season. One of the people that didn't know was Oscar.

At first the rush of adrenaline that accompanied hidden glances and stolen moments was exciting but for the long run it became exhausting. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were constantly lying to one of your closest friends.

As the clock struck midnight you heard a soft knock on your hotel room door. A shared tradition between you and Logan. Within seconds you opened the door just wide enough to let him slip inside. “I missed you today,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if scared to be heard by others in this silent hotel. His hands slid down your back, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too. But we can’t keep sneaking around like this forever, you know.” you ruffled his hair as he looked at you. “I know, We have talked about it. We are not teenagers anymore, but I’m scared of how Oscar will react”. Logan laid on your bed and set an early morning alarm to leave your room unnoticed. “But it’s starting to feel like we’re living two separate lives. I don’t want us to keep hiding who we are from everyone, especially Oscar. We’re not going to lose him, we just have to trust that he’ll understand. That he’ll see how much we care about each other” you responded.

Logan’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you down beside him. He held you close, his chin resting on top of your head as you laid together in the quiet room. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear was a comforting reminder that you were in this together. “We’ll talk to him before the summer break starts.” Logan murmured after a long silence, his voice filled with determination. Logan kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “No matter what happens, I love you,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I love you too,” you replied, scared of your friend’s reaction.

Later that month, the three of you sat at a nice restaurant as a way to close a race weekend. Oscar had been in a good mood all night, cracking jokes and telling stories. You and Logan shared a few anxious glances as you sat at the table, trying to enjoy the lighthearted atmosphere before everything changed.

As Oscar finished recounting a particularly funny story about his engineer Logan squeezed your hand discreetly, offering silent support. "Oscar," you began, your voice steady but your heart racing. "I have a confession to make, and it's not going to be easy to hear. You just can't get mad, okay?". Oscar raised an eyebrow, the smile fading slightly from his face as he sensed the seriousness in your tone. He looked at Logan’s still face, suspicion slowly creeping in. "What’s going on?" he asked, his voice cautious. Logan brushed your hand with his thumb to ease the nerves a bit. "Logan and I... we've been seeing each other, like romantically. For more than half a year now”.

There was a moment of stunned silence as the words hung in the air. Oscar blinked, slightly taken aback. "What? You and Logan?" He leaned back in his chair, processing the information. "And I didn't know?".

"It’s not that we didn’t want to tell you," Logan cut in, his voice calm yet apologetic. "We just… we didn’t want it to change anything between the three of us. We didn’t want to risk our friendship. It is very stupid of us”.

Oscar stared at the two of you, his expression unreadable. You felt a lump form in your throat, fearing the worst. "You two have been together all this time, and I had no idea”. A few moments passed before a small smile tugged at the corner of Oscar's mouth. "I can’t believe you managed to keep it a secret for that long," he said with a hint of admiration. "You know, I thought something was going on a few times, but I just brushed it off. You two did a good job hiding it or I’m just really stupid to not notice two of my best friends dating".

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. "So… you’re not mad?". Oscar shook his head, his smile growing. "Oh, no, no. Don’t worry. I’m not mad. I’m happy for you both. I mean, it’s a little weird now knowing you are dating, but as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters”. Relief washed over you as Logan grinned "Thanks, man. We were really worried about how you'd react”. Oscar rolled his eyes, but his face projected warmth "I’m not that scary, am I?". 

August 14, 2024

[vorfreudevortex]

a portrait of us - twelve

a nanami x reader smau

masterlist

notes: 4.5k words. y'all i meant for this to be like 800 words... idk what happened. it's literally just smut omg. also it's my first time writing smut so i'm sorry in advance for the bad writing LMAO

warnings: mdni, smut, passionate, unprotected sex, praise, a little bit of size kink, premature ejaculation, creampie, slight breeding kink, oral, fingering, tiny bit of squirting, a little overstimulation, cervix fucking, a little begging, drinking, alcohol, missionary, idk i think that's it i'm so sorry lmao

it had been hours.

you and kento lay on the hotel bed, still in your nice clothes, facing each other. between you, a nearly empty, exquisitely priced bottle of sake rested in a bucket of ice on a wooden tray.

“you should save that for something special," kento had advised when you first retrieved it from the minibar.

“and being here with you isn’t special enough?” you replied with a smile, fumbling for an ochoko.

time had become irrelevant, lost in the warmth of laughter and conversation. you couldn’t tell if your cheeks were flushed from the sake or the intimacy of the moment. you shared stories of life since you left—your adopted cat, your aging parents, college friends. kento mirrored your openness, speaking of his dreadful finance job, his affection for his kohai that wasn’t actually his kohai, and satoru's antics in meetings.

his gaze remained fixed on you, as did his hands—one clasping an empty ochoko, the other tenderly caressing yours. his white shirt, now creased and unbuttoned, spoke of the night’s passage. your dress lay haphazardly over the bed, riding up to expose a sliver of thigh. you didn’t notice kento's struggle to resist staring, his self-control like a painter’s careful restraint, trying not to let desire bleed out.

"satoru recently reminded me of when he caught us in your room,” you giggled, pouring the last of the sake into two cups. the night felt like an effortless continuation of your high school days, with barely a pause in the conversation.

“oh god, i remember. i don’t think i stopped blushing for three days,” kento smiled before downing the sake with you. “what was that awful phrase he used… swapping spit?”

“why was it so hard for everyone to believe we weren’t together?” you laughed. “it couldn’t have been the kissing.”

“or my confessions to yu.”

“or mine to shoko.”

“or the way i couldn’t look at you without blushing.”

“or us always disappearing at the same time.”

he met your gaze with a grin. “we were just kids back then.”

you nodded, returning his smile. “just foolish, really.”

he chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “we should probably get some sleep.”

“i agree, i have a meeting tomorrow,” you sighed. “but i'm not tired at all.”

“me neither,” he admitted. "i'd be happy to take you to your meeting, if you’d like.”

“i'd love that,” you blushed, eager to spend more time with him. “i should change out of this dress.”

kento reluctantly let go of your hand as you disappeared into the bathroom. he rose from the bed to tidy up, placing the empty sake bottle and bucket on the desk beside his harness and cleaver. he then looked out the large window, taking in the shimmering tokyo lights.

“kento?”

your voice pulled him from his thoughts. he turned to see you outside the bathroom, wearing a shy smile.

“my zipper is stuck… could you help me?”

“of course,” he replied.

in the bathroom, kento gently swept your hair over your shoulder, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck. your eyes fluttered at the warmth of his breath on your skin. he grasped the zipper, humming after a few unsuccessful tugs.

“you might have to sleep in this dress, darling,” he teased.

“i hope not,” you grinned. “it’s not the most comfortable.”

finally, the zipper gave way, though kento secretly wished the moment could last a little longer.

“there,” he whispered. a finger flitted over the knots of your spine as he slowly pulled downwards, landing just above your tailbone. kento's breathe hitched, noticing the tiniest bit of the hem of your panties peeking out, black and lacy. 

“all finished,” he said hoarsely with one hand on your waist and the other still on the zipper, unable to let go. 

“thank you,” you whispered.

you met his eyes in the mirror. kento swore he’d never met anyone so beautiful. flushed cheeks, delicate hands at your chest to hold up your dress, one sleeve hanging loosely by your elbow while to other was threatening to.

you were about to step away when his hand tightened its grip on your waist and the other glide up your spine, sending shivers through your body before coming to a stop on your bare shoulder. dipping his head, he placed a feathered kiss where your neck and spine met.

“beautiful,” he murmured, your eyes fluttered closed.

calloused fingers danced down your arm, laboring your breathing as another velvety was placed on your shoulder. more kisses trailed up the side of your neck, reaching your ear and sending waves of goosebumps over you.

“i missed you,” he breathed.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you turned around and pressed into him, clutching his shirt with one hand while the other settled on the back of his head, feverishly kissing him. teeth clicked together as you delved in messily, kento groaning as he aimlessly grasped at your dress and hips.

“i missed you more,” you pulled away for just a moment.

kento backed you against the marble counter and lifted you by the back of your thighs to sit you on top. he only pulled away to placed hot, wet kisses down your neck and jaw. his brain and cock stuttered hearing you whimper in response and tugged you closer, making you widen your legs around him as your pelvis met his.

“forgive me,” he panted before lunging back into your lips and sucking your tongue.

needy hands grabbed at his shirt, both of you gasping into each others mouths as if you’d been starved of each other. you were starved of each other. kento involuntarily whined as he ground into your core.

you desperately pulled at the buttons of his shirt while his hands ventured up your thighs until they reached the tantalizing lace of your panties. fingers found their way between your legs, pressing against your clothed clit, eliciting a shuddered whine from you, finally satiating that burning need for friction. teeth found their way to kento's neck, biting and skimming mindlessly against his hot skin.

kento's brain completely malfunctioned upon feeling that you’d completely soaked through your panties, making his hard length throb in need. noticing his hesitation, you lifted your head, panting.

he took in the sight in front of him. hands buried underneath layers of your dress, one on your hip and the other against your heat. his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his tight chest and abs, your dress still hanging loosely from your arms, revealing hints of a matching black lingerie set.

your cheeks flushed as kento's blown out pupils focused on the dip of your heaving sternum. fingers ran up and through his hair as he planted a wet kiss on the peak of your collarbone.

sucking on your collarbone, he pinched your throbbing bud through the lace, earning him tensing thighs and a soft whimper from you.

“ken, please…” you breathed.

you did not have to tell him twice.

he effortlessly carried you into the bedroom, laying you gently on the fluffy white sheets. frantically, you tugged the shirt off his shoulders while he slid your dress down and discarded it on the floor.

he knelt over you, stopping to take in your sultry appearance while hands sketched over your curves. your hair splayed over the pillow and eyes wide with need, the black lingerie protected the parts of you that kento needed most. realizing this was the first he'd seen you this vulnerable, you draped an arm over your chest to shyly protect yourself from his boring gaze.

“don’t,” he breathed, softly grabbing your arm. “i want to see you, need to see you.”

“wait,” you whispered, he let go of you immediately.

reaching up, you brushed over his chest, specifically the faint scars littered on it. his eyes fluttered down to meet your silken touches. they roamed to his shoulder, running over a harsh, burning red divot, suspiciously a similar size of a harness that was placed across the room.

“ken, are these all…?” your eyes drifted down to a large gash in his side that had only recently begun to heal.

“they don’t hurt,” he shushed you. “you have them as well, darling.”

calloused fingers skimmed lovingly over a large scar on your rib cage, one that haunted you as it was from that day from a decade ago. his other hand felt over a small one on your arm. the marks were years healed, almost blending into the skin around them.

“it’s not the same.”

“i know, it’s alright. don’t worry about them,” leaning down to press tender, reassuring kisses in the crook of your neck. you quickly forgot about the matter and your hand came up to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“no,” kento said, grabbing your hand. you looked at him with big, nervous eyes.

“oh… i-i'm sorry, i-”

“-i don’t want you to do anything, i want you to relax.”

you blinked in confusion. “what?”

“i've dreamed about this for so long,” he murmured, bringing your hand to the bed beside your head. “so please… just let me take care of you.”

“but…” your eyes fluttered shut as his lips found your neck again and his hand traveled up and down your thighs.

“shh, darling. just lay there and look pretty for me. let me take care of you, make you feel good.” a startled whimper escaped your throat as kento pinched your nipple through the thin material and his other hand squeezed the fat of your hips.

“can you do that for me, love?”

“yes, ken,” you moaned, all your thoughts vanishing. “a-anything you want.”

he pressed his mouth to yours in response. kento's length strained painfully against his trousers, but he didn’t care. he had waited ten long years for this, dreaming about everything he wanted to do to you. every kiss, every touch. his body buzzed with nerves but he wasn’t going to let them get in the way of treating you exactly the way you deserved while he still could.

worn hands reached under you, forcing your back to arch and chests brush against each other as he unclasped your bra. lips found your hardened nipple as his fingers twirled and pulled on the other, eliciting saccharine moans from your throat, hands running through his silky blonde hair. a particularly harsh tug sent burning pleasure through you and hips bucked.

finally, he trailed down and started to rub faint circles on your clit while his tongue attacked your other breast.

“kento, please,” you whined, grinding your hips further into his hand and earning a hum from him.

“patience,” he smiled, but he was already pulling the lace over your aching cunt to the side.

calloused fingers swirled up the slick pooling at your entrance while hot kisses painted your jaw. he groaned at the contact, you were already panting.

“so wet for me already,” he whispered in your ear, leaving you clenching at nothing. “god, you’re perfect.”

he slid a finger easily inside your pussy, both of you moaning while your grip in his hair tightened. the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he pumped into you went straight to your dripping pussy. when he finally added a second finger, you hoarsely whined, your walls clenching so tight around his thick fingers that it caused his own cock to twitch with need. a blush spread over your face and chest as you realized you were already close to your orgasm from only a few minutes of stimulation.

“fuck- ken,” you heaved, clamping your eyes shut as you felt the pressure in your abdomen continue to build. "i-i'm sorry, i'm close- hah.”

“i know, darling,” he nipped at your ear and curled his fingers up into your gummy walls. “don’t be sorry. just cum for me, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” your fingers dug into his shoulder as the pressure threatened to peak. he gently grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up toward his.

“look at me, love. i want to see you when you make a mess on my fingers.”

your eyes fluttered open to meet his. kento looked down at you with lips parted and panting, with pupils so blown with lust you could barely see the brown in them. as soon as you made eye contact with him, your body shot into a blinding pleasure as you came. throwing your head back with rolled back eyes, breathe caught in your throat, back arching off the bed, and thighs quivering as your pussy pulsed wildly around his digits.

“that’s it, darling. so good, so so good for me,” he whispered in your ear through your shaky moans, praising you through it. “you look so beautiful like this, making a mess around me just like you deserve.”

“k-ken…” you gasped for air and clawed into his back as he continued to rub circles on your clit as you came down. the sight of you was so alluring, he had to bite his lip to keep his own painful, throbbing cock from cumming in his pants. still reeling, you hardly noticed the wet nips and kisses that trailed down your flushed and sweating curves as he made his way to between your legs.

his first gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of the inside of your trembling thigh is what brought you back to reality. you gasped at the contact and your hands flew to his head.

“ken! n-no, you don’t need to-”

“i want to,” he mumbled, nipping at your other thigh before soothing the pain with his searing hot tongue. “please don’t deny me of this.”

you weren’t sure if he was asking or demanding. either way, his words made your cheeks hot and core clench with need. you hadn’t had intimacy like this in a long time, let alone with someone so sensual and focused on pleasing you, and only you. your mind filled with a million thoughts and none at the same time as kento continued his loving attacks on your thighs, hands roaming your body. noticing your hesitation, he pulled away to raise his head.

“are you alright, darling?”

“i-yes, yes. i just haven’t done this in a long time. and you, you’re just so…” you trailed off, nervously looking off to the side.

“i'm just so…?”

“just so- i don’t know,” you laid the back of your hand over your eyes, suddenly realizing what was happening. you felt so seen, laid out in front of kento of all people, thighs spread around his face with your skimpy panties pulled to the side for him to see. you couldn’t ignore his long gazes at your weeping slit.

he raised himself up and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“you can tell me, darling,” he reassured. “we don’t have to, we can go to sleep right now.”

“so perfect,” you mumbled.

“what was that?” he delicately lifted your hand from your eyes. “look at me.”

you blushed and turned your head back towards him, eyes first landing on his nose before finding the courage to look directly in his eyes.

“you’re just so perfect.”

he smiled, dimples forming on his cheeks and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “i'm not so sure.”

you cupped his face and brought him in for a searing kiss, smiling as you pulled away.

“do you want to sleep?” he asked, eyes darting down to your mouth.

“no…”

they darted back up to meet your eyes. “may i?” he breathed.

“please?”

he kissed you once more before sitting up on his knees, hooking fingers around the band of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. a fat bead of precum dripped down his inhibited length when he spotted the string of slick that stretched between your pussy and panties as he removed them. he watched your face intently, taking in every twitch of your lips and the lustful gaze in your half-lidded eyes, you were so focused on his hands and chest that you didn’t notice.

after discarding your soiled lingerie on the floor, kento lifted your leg, pressing sweet kisses to it while his hand roamed your thigh, starting at the ankle and making his way up. everything touch and graze of his kept you in a trance. he couldn’t stop himself from stealing more glances at your sopping cunt, which was drooling onto the sheets beneath you.

“god, look at you,” he groaned, positioning himself back between your legs with them comfortably placed over each of his shoulders. you felt his shaky, hot breathes against your core, sending tingles through your body. he pressed a soft kiss against your clit that forced a gasp from your throat and a hum from him. 

although you were just laying there, eyes trained on kento and fingers intertwined in his hair, you were out of breathe and hot, like you’d just ran a mile. but nothing could’ve prepared you for the fire that would erupt in your abdomen as he finally laid his tongue flat against you with a long, slow swipe from your hole up to your clit.

“oh, fuuuck,” you cried, your hips involuntarily bucking, fingers tightening in his hair, eliciting a deep moan from kento's throat. the vibration sent goosebumps up your entire body. rough hands tightened around the fat of your hips to keep you in place as he gifted you with another long stroke.

he continued his loving attack on your bud while languish whimpers and whines continued to fall from your lips, hips writhing helplessly in his grasp. you damn near fell apart when the wet muscle pushing past the ring of resistance and into your crying cunt.

"k-kento,” you whimpered.

“you taste so good, darling,” he groaned against you. “can’t get enough- need you.” he replaced his tongue with a finger, but not before reaching down and unzipping his pants to allow his aching length some relief. his digits didn’t fail to make you clench wildly and feel small pressure as began to curl it up into your velvety walls. a second finger soon entered while he placed loving strokes and sucks with his tongue on your sensitive bud.

you’ve never been in a place of so much pleasure. his deep moans and needy breathes, the combination of stimulation against your clit and stretching sweet spot, the idea of being laid out for kento to have you- all of you, was enough to push you over the edge.

“fuck, ken- i-”

“gonna cum, darling?”

“y-yeah,” you gasped, biting your lip as you felt yourself climb to your peak.

“then cum for me, love,” he commanded, and the sound of his voice with one last deep pump of his fingers was all it took for your orgasm to take over with another clenching fit of your cunt and thighs as you repeatedly stammered his name through your high.

kento finger-fucked you delicately down from your orgasm, slowly removing them when your shivering slowed and hands released his tousled blonde hair. he pulled of his trousers, huffing at the freedom his cock felt, and knelt over you once more. he lovingly swept sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, peppering it with kisses.

“are you alright, darling?” he asked with a kiss on your panting lips. you nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet his with a smile. you were more alright than you’ve ever been, but you still felt an aching need that could only be satisfied by him.

"kento,” you murmured, feeling his abs tense as you fumbled with the waistband of his boxers. “i need…”

“you need what?” he huffed, eyes glazed over with lust.

“i need you,” you whined, cupping his length through the cloth. “i need all of you, please?”

he groaned, meeting you with a passionate kiss. “are you sure?”

“yes, please. i'm sure… need you,” you whispered.

“fuck,” he pushed off his boxers. “i need you, too.”

settling over your with a forearm beside your head, he kissed you fervently; tongues tangling while he spread his precum with his fist down his cock, doing the same with his raging red tip up and down your soaked core. kento knew he wouldn’t last long, you knew after spotting his girthy, long length that you wouldn’t either.

“forgive me, it’s been a while,” he blushed. “i probably won’t last.”

“me neither, i don’t care” you murmured with a smile and reassuring fingers fluttering over his arms and back.

“you can always tell me to stop, understand?”

“i know,” you whispered, grazing his bottom lip with your finger. “please, ken?”

“i could never deny you,” as he finally pushed his tip in, both of you moaning at the pressure. beads of sweat slowly dripped down his temple as he watched himself slowly inch himself into your pulsing heat with half-lidded eyes, already in a daze. he pushed through the tight ring of resistance, pausing in place after hearing your whimpers and feeling your nails dig into his tightened biceps.

“are you alright, love?” he panted.

“yes,” you nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, tears of pain and pleasure slipping from your eyes as you smiled at the feeling of being deliciously stretched by kento's cock. “keep going, please?”

he swiped your tears with the pad of his thumbs before kissing you lovingly and pushing further into you, both of you a whimpering mess as your clit finally reached his hilt, kissing your cervix with his leaking tip. he followed with soft, shallow thrusts to allow you to adjust to the stretch, worried about causing you pain.

“you’re taking me so well, darling. so pretty laid out for me like this.”

soon, your whimpers turned to sweet, pleasured moans, giving him permission to increase his pace. kento felt every clench and pulse of your crying cunt as he softly tapped your cervix with every thrust of his hips, every rut spreading more of your slick on his balls and pelvis, your thighs, and onto the sheets below. the sight of you under him, flushed cheeks and panting lips chanting his name, was more than enough for him. his peak came fast, almost all at once.

“sh-shit, i'm s-sorry, darling,” he stuttered, quickly pulling out and leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness. his length jerked over your pelvis as it shot fat, milky white threads of searing cum over your stomach. 

"fuuuck,” kento groaned, head buried in your neck, one hand tightly gripping the pillow underneath your head and the other on your hip. his stomach tightened with every pulse and you cried in pleasure as you felt his cum drip over the curves of your waist and pool in your navel.

he nipped at your collarbone, panting and hot as he came down from his high before raising his head and kissing you feverishly.

“i want more, need more,” he panted, using his rough, thick fingers and messily spreading his cum around your stomach, painting it with lustful strokes.

“yes, please, please, ken,” you begged, cupping his face in your hands. he prodded at your sopping wet entrance before pushing into you once more.

“you’re so good to me,” he breathed in your ear as he held you tight through your whimpers and cries. “so good, so beautiful lying under me, letting me take care of you.”

he suddenly sat back on his knees and hugged your legs to his chest, your feet dangling over his shoulders and he lifted you to a new angle that rutted into your sweet spot just right, leaving you a babbling and whining mess as you gripped the sheets beside you.

“oh god, oh- ken,” you cried, back arching off the bed as he kissed and nipped your ankles, his eyes boring into you. you- your swollen lips chanting his name, your neck and chest littered with love marks, your hardened nipples pointing towards the sky, your stomach and curves painted with his seed, your wet cunt pulling and pushing his throbbing cock, your thighs and ass that shook with every thrust. 

his calloused thumb met your sensitive clit with quick circles that made kento clench his jaw when you tightened around him almost painfully.

“i'm c-cumming!” you cried. “ah! ken-”

your orgasm crashed over you like it never had before, electricity shooting through every nerve in your body as you shook uncontrollably under him. he couldn’t do anything but continue to ram into you over and over with brutally deep strokes; addicted to your feeling, watching with widened eyes and blown out pupils when you squealed and released a small gush of clear, hot liquid onto kento's cock and pelvis.

"keeennnn,” you hoarsely moaned, only the whites of your eyes showing as your high seemingly never ended. "thank you, thank you, thank you,” you babbled nonsensically.

“taking me so good, fuck, i can’t get enough of you,” he huffed, watching your squirt drip down his pelvis and listening to the lewd squelching of your cunt before spreading your thighs around his waist once more and leaning over to kiss you. “shit, i'm close, too.”

“cum in me, ken,” you hoarsely begged, still senseless and coming down from your high as you clawed into his back. your words alone were almost enough to make him give in to you on the spot, eyes rolling back and teeth gritting together to stop himself from doing so.

“d-don’t say that,” he growled.

“please, please, ken,” you whined. “need it, i need you, please.”

“don’t, hah- beg like that,” his sweaty forehead rested against yours, unable to hold back any longer and suddenly not giving a shit about any remaining inhibitions. “i- darling, f-fuck.”

he held you tight against him, muscles spasming while his hips harshly slammed into yours, kissing your cervix every time. you moaned wildly as his fat cock stretched you wider and coated your saccharine walls with a thick layer of cum. you spiraled into yet another orgasm as kento fucked his hot spurts deeper and deeper into you by his malicious thrusts, nails clawing into his back and shaky whines escaping your swollen lips over the the heinously alluring sounds of your wet pussy.

you shared sleepy, lazy, hot kisses with each other as both of you reeled from your highs. reluctantly, he carefully pulled out, listening to your soft whimpers at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his hot cum seeping out of you onto the sheets.

“missed you, ken,” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek.

“i missed you more.”

he held you tight, unwilling to let you go ever again, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. a decade of pain and longing had suddenly vanished as you laid together, vulnerable and exhausted. you felt like you could cry, thoughts of this evening finally returning into your mind as you relished in his warm embrace. kento was the same, re-memorizing the hue of your hair and the tint of your swollen lips; mindlessly muttering praises for you like he’d dreamed about for so long.

neither of you noticed the sun peeking over the city skyline, the light reflecting off windows into your room like sequins dancing over your bodies, painting your skins in a shade of gold you could never replicate if you tried.

ahem, anyways...

next: part thirteen

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Wait shut up, late night thought (For the Saiki×Mob Crossover)

Just the thought that one of his friends makes it into seasoning City for a day or two, either passing through or temporarily visiting family.

And just the thought that Saiki is so devestated by what happened that he literally decides to hide rather than face what happened, rather than face the people he left behind.

And Mob has to awkwardly turn them away like *No, you didnt see any pink haired kids around here named Saiki, no siree!*

And manages to successfully ward off the friend. So he goes to Saiki's hiding place, and for the briefest moment sees the barest hint of devestation on Saiki's face. Morphed in grief before it smooths out.

Saiki wants to go, but Mob convinces him to just sit and wait it out.

And wait they do.

Either that, or.

Or.

They visit at Reigen's workplace. Cause they hear he's the greatest Psychic in the 21st century.

So surely this man can find their best friend, right?

And it's like 4 of them, And Reigen fully expects Saiki to give him sass when the teen makes note of people entering the building.

He does NOT expect Saiki to dive behind his desk and hunker down.

Amd 4 of his friends walk on, sit down, have tea and finally go onto their spiel.

"We know you do exorcisms but-"

"Well, we were wondering if you could locate someone? Cause you're a Psychic and all."

"I'm sorry?" Reigen blinks, plassing down his teacup as the teens shuffle nervously, the purple haired kid with glasses giving him a painfully peircing stare.

"Our friend." The teen explains, and slides across a picture of a very familiar teen. "Kusuo Saiki, he just up and disappeared one day."

Dont tell them Anything, Saiki's voice filters in his head that Reigen forces himself to just bite down the sarcastic comment bubbling up.

If anything, Saiki sounded nervous.

I do not.

"I'm not sure i understand." Reigen opts to say, waving a hand at Shigeo, who seemed just as tense as he felt. "Me and Mob here, arent really search and rescue types. Shouldnt you go to the police for this?"

"We did," The brown haired girl pushed up her own glasses, fingers drumming nervously against his chest. "Look, Psychic's have Telepathy, don't they? And youre the greatest one out there so- so maybe you can reach out to him... For us?"

"Please," The smaller blue haired teen voice quivered, his strangely wrapped forearms clasped together in a begging position. "Even if you tell us he's okay, that's all that matters!"

The conflicting feelings rise in his chest, the urge to tell the kid's everything was strong but-

Please, don't.

"I'm sorry," The smile he gives is a nervous one, lips twitching at the corners of his mouth. "My Telepathy has a range, and even then, if i havent met him personally i wouldnt be able to find him like that."

The way each teen deflated broke something in him, the desperate want to see if their friend is okay was palpable.

"But," He held up the picture of Saiki, the kid was surrounded by other's, 4 of them sitting right in front of him and the rest possibly being his classmates. "I can do this."

His eyes slipped closed, the blinding flourescent light leaving his world a view of dark skin toned reds. He pretended to focus, pretending to pour all his energy into this one photo.

'Do you really not want to say anything?'

No.

'Saiki-'

Drop it, Reigen, just... Just drop it.

'I'm going to tell them you're okay.'

Don't you-

'I won't say where or how, just that you're okay. Okay?'

...

'Saiki?'

Okay.

His eyes slipped open, squinting slightly at the bright lights as the teens starred at him expectantly.

"He's okay." Reigen smiled, and handed back the photo to the first teen.

"How?" The last teen finally spoke, slightly taller than the rest and gray hair almost white with the indoor lights. "How do we know it's not a trick, how do we know you're telling the truth?"

Well-

"I'm using a form of Psychometry." Reigen explained gently, watching the teen's glare harden. "Using a Photo, i can tell the state of being of the occupant within. There's a lot of you in there, granted, but with your description and knowing who I was targeting, it was easy to narrow it down."

He waved a hand down and up, letting their eyes trace his hand movements as the words registered in their brain

You're such a scam.

'Quiet you.'

"I don't know where he is." Reigen grimaced, the lie burning at his tongue. "But i can at least tell you he's okay."

"This is a trick." The taller teen snapped. "This has to be."

"Your friend," Reigen paused, thinking slowly. "He loves sweets, doesn't he?"

As a unit, they froze. The bittersweet smile he shot to them wasn't for show, Reigen felt sick.

"I got that from the photo." He pointed a hand, and then pulled back. "Loves Sweets, seems to be a bit of a homebody, a very quiet demeanour, yes?"

"All that... Just from a photo?" The smaller teen seemed to tear up. "Is there anything else?"

Don't do it, Reigen.

"I think... He misses you as much as you miss him." Reigen smiled. "His feelings are harder to pin down through the photo, and i don't know if im getting that because of the photo or if it's what he's feeling. But I believe, he misses you all too."

The fear faded, leaving nothing behind but relieved looks.

It took a couple minutes to wrangle them outside, denying pay even if the taller teen seemed to be loaded.

When the door clicked shut, he paused. Listening to the sounds of Mob shuffling and the absent noises that Saiki seemed to make.

"Kid's not telling us something." Dimple's appearence wasn't a surprise.

"Shut it Dimple." the words weren't harsh, but pointed, even as the spirit rolled his eyes and moved towards Mob, floating behind the other esper. "They're gone Saiki."

Shigeo shot him a look, his normally blank face twosted into something regarding mild concern.

'I know.' And he could hear Saiki shuffle, as if he were oulling himself into a small ball. 'I know.'

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Like- do you see my vision????

[ihave-atummyache]

a couple of friends

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: there is a thin line between being just friends and being something more. what blurs this line?

18+ !! gets a lil smutty in one of them but nothing too detailed.

-OT8

4.5k words

sorry for how angsty lee know’s is D:

Bang Chan: holding hands.

“Ugh. I’m getting hot,” You complain, your skin was getting sweaty, causing sand to stick to you. You hear Chan beside you chuckle before getting up and standing in front of you.

“That’s why there’s a whole ocean to cool off in!” He smiles at you and you look behind him. The water really did look quite appealing in this moment.

And so did he. He was stood in front of you in just some swim trunks and sunglasses. He looks stunning against the back drop of the beach and you bite your lip at the sight.

He reaches his hands out to you and you hesitantly accept them as he pulls you to your feet.

"Channie..." you complain but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, releasing one of your hands but slotting his fingers between yours in the other.

"Aht aht! I don't want to hear the complaints. You just said you were hot so now we have to go in the water!" He tries to reason and you shake your head with a smile.

"This isn't really an 'in the water' bathing suit though," you try to reason, motioning to your skimpy bathing suit. You try to drop back down onto the towel and he tightens his grip on your hand, preventing you from sitting.

"Come on," he starts pulling you towards the water and you laugh behind him as he speeds up.

"Okay! But if I lose a nipple, it's your fault!!" you say from behind him and he chuckles, turning his head towards you.

"I don't think it would be the end of the world for me," he winks and you feel the warm water on your feet a few seconds later.

"Are those two finally together or what?" Seungmin questions as he plops down on your towel next to Felix. Felix shakes his head, catching the attention of Changbin.

"Really?! I'm not sitting here holding hands with my homies," Changbin speaks up and Felix turns his attention to him.

"You literally hold hands with Minho hyung at every chance you get," he says which causes Seungmin to laugh.

"Well that's different. I'm not hoplessly in love with Minho like Chan is with y/n," the three laugh at you and their leader's relationship.

The two of you couldn't care less, well at least you couldn’t. You were perfectly content with this weird flirty energy between the two of you for now, although Chan couldn't completely agree with you.

He wants you to be his, but he doesn't want to rush anything so when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you or tell you he loves you, he instead interlaces your fingers to keep himself sane.

Lee Know: hooking up

You always get into your thoughts when you and Minho have sex. It isn't the first time and surely won't be the last but you always find yourself wanting to stop in the middle. Not because you aren't enjoying yourself (because you both know you are) but because reality sets in and it all feels too real.

You want to say you regret making this stupid arrangement with someone you were so close to, but that would be a lie. You were both so sexually frustrated and you proposed the idea of being fuck buddies, half as a joke, but Minho practically jumped at the opportunity.

You have known each other for a while and he felt completely comfortable around you. It was a much better arrangement than hooking up with a stranger and potentially having them ruin his career or life in anyway.

This time, you are in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps in and out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head as his pelvis makes contact with your clit, sending you into even more intense pleasure than previously.

"Look at me, darling," the nickname flows off of his lips and your eyes snap open at the command, immediately meeting his. The nickname makes your stomach fill with butterflies and you want to cry on the spot.

His eyes leave yours for a second, glancing at your lips then back up to your eyes. A rule that you and your best friend had come up with when this agreement began was absolutely no kissing. It would make things too intimate between the two of you.

Which is extremely ironic seeing as you rip each other's clothes off at every second you get. Can it get more intimate then that?

"Stop." you breathe out and he doesn't hesitate to stop at all, his face immediately turns to one of confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?" he questions and studies your eyes as they fill with tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" You shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears stream down your face. The nickname does not help to ease the internal conflict. You had never cried in front of Minho so he is frozen, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Don't, Minho. Please just...don't," the hot tears stream down your face and you push him off of you, suddenly feeling much too exposed and too vulnerable in your naked state. You quickly grab a t-shirt off the ground that happened to be his and pull it over your head to cover yourself.

You go to stand but suddenly Minho's arms are around you, pulling your back flush to his chest and that's all it takes the the sobs to start racking through your body.

You are so hopelessly in love with your best friend and want nothing more than to hold him, cherish him, love him, and as far as you know, he only wants your body.

Changbin: going on dates

Your text tone rings through the room and you glance over to see a text from Changbin.

'wyd tonight?' it reads and you sit down your book, using both of your hands to type back.

'nothing. just chilling. whats up?' you reply and he quickly types a reply, your text chime going off before you can even pick your book back up.

'now you have plans! dress nice and lets go to that new italian restaurant that just opened' you smile at the text. He never actually asks you to go any where with him. He kind of just tells you what you are going to be doing later and you roll with it.

'pick me up at 7?' you reply, giving yourself an hour and a half to get ready. he likes the message and sends back a quick ‘making the reservation now’ so you head to your room to change and clean yourself up a bit to go on your date to hang out with Changbin.

You settle on a an emerald green, off the shoulder dress. It reflects in the light and is slightly glittery. Changbin also has made comments in the past about how he loves your shoulders so you figure you would give him a little show.

You slip on a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant and a few gold bracelets, keeping the outfit relatively simple. You slick your hair away from your face and throw on a simple makeup, really just brightening up your features to make it look like you put some effort in.

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth down your dress a few times before you hear a knock at your door. You glance over at your clock, he is 30 minutes early, very like him.

"Come in!" You call from the doorway of your room before heading back in to put finishing touches on. You hear the code being beeped into your door and soon you hear Changbin kicking his shoes off by the door.

You glance in the mirror one more time before walking out to the living room, where you assume he would be. However, he isn't. Instead, you hear commotion in the kitchen and enter, seeing the back of your friend's head.

"Hi, Binnie," he jumps slightly at your voice and turns to you, "Hi, you look gorgeous," his eyes rake your body and try to do the same but his hands catch your eyes.

He is holding a vase with a bouquet of a combination of your favorite flowers. He had found the vase in your cabinet and put the flowers in while you finished getting ready. He sets the vase down on your island and walks towards you.

He had on all black, a dress shirt and suit jacket with matching slacks. He looks clean and so very handsome.

"How did I get such a pretty best friend?" he questions and reaches out, pinching your cheek. Your heart strains and you feel like you could be sick.

'Best friend'. You almost forgot that you were the one hopelessly in love with your best friend. But if he wasn't in love with you, why would he insist on bringing you on all these dates and not one of his other friends? You can’t help but hold onto the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

Hyunjin: give each other cute nicknames

You were sitting with your back to the entrance waiting on a few of your friends to arrive at the coffee shop you and your best friend were at. It was a large group of friends but the only friend on your mind was Hyunjin. You love your other friends, don’t get me wrong, but Hyunjin just sent your head spinning every time you had a conversation or laid eyes on him.

He was everything you could ever want. He is kind, caring, emotionally competent, and he is so gentle with you. Not to mention he is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on.

"No! I disagree," your best friend sitting across from you speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had drifted off into your own thoughts about Hyunjin again and forgotten what the conversation was about.

You blink at your best friend a few times and she rolls her eyes, "Daydreaming about Hwang Hyunjin again?" she smirks and you roll your eyes in response.

"Never," you insist

"Always," she counters and before you can say anything else, the bell to the shop's entrance rings. You turn around and your group of friends is walking in, all boys and, of course, Hyunjin.

"Hi, beautiful," Hyunjin slides into the booth next to you before anyone else can and quickly makes his arm comfortable along the top of the booth behind you. His warmth surrounds you and your breath hitches in your throat.

You don’t resist the urge to lean into him a bit and pat his thigh gently a few times under the table.

"Hello, my prince," you tease back, letting out a new nickname that you hadn't used yet. You let out a laugh at his shocked expression. He turns back to the group, his side profile exposed to you and you see the small smirk forming.

"My prince..." he breathes out, quietly and you nudge him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

“You can’t say things like that to me, princess,” he mirrors your nickname, leaning in to whisper in your ear and you smile.

“You like being a prince?” you inquire quietly turning to face him again

“No. I like being yours,” he says, seriously while holding eye contact with you. You blink a few times then turn to your best friend across from you when she clears her throat.

"Nice of you two to stop flirting and join the conversation," your best friend comments and you kick her under the table gently.

"We weren't flirting," You and Hyunjin reply at the same time.

His friend on the other side of him leans forward and looks at the two of you as he speaks, "Yeah because I call all my friends by cute nicknames every time I talk to them," he says and shakes his head, falling back into his seat.

Your neck and face heat up and you shake your head, chuckling, "Anyways!"

Han: giving expensive gifts

"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just buy a plane ticket right now?" Han whines over the phone and you let out a laugh.

"I wish I could, Hannie. I miss you too," you reply and smile at the small pout on his face. He never knew if his constant flirting was getting to you or not so he hasn't confessed...but then again neither have you. Because his flirting has surely been getting to you and has since you met him.

"Why can't you?" he questions and you shake your head, he knows why you can't.

"I have work and other responsibilities here," you reply and rest your chin in the palm of your hand while looking at Jisung.

"Just quit your job. I'll pay for everything," he tries, big eyes round and sparkly.

"You already pay for everything! You get me anything I want. Even when I tell you not to!" You cry out and he shrugs, his face lighting up.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I did get you a gift while we were in Paris," he says, a bright smile on his face.

"Han Jisung!" You protest but he stands and walks out of the camera frame. You shake your head and look at yourself in the camera, making sure you still look good before he comes back.

Your eyes catch sight of the necklace you already have on, a gift from Jisung. It was a thin gold Van Cleef necklace he had gotten you for your birthday. It has a small clover on it with your favorite stone. You hadn't even heard of the brand until you saw the box and later looked it up.

"I'll give you a little hint, but I won't tell you what it is, okay?" His voice speaks from off camera and you roll your eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer," he sing songs from off the screen and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. You need to stop buying me so many gifts!" You object and start hearing him dig through his luggage and bags.

"But I always imagine how pretty you would look in everything I get you," he counters and you blush, fighting the smile off your face.

"You don't think I'm pretty without your expensive gifts?" You tease, trying to fish a compliment out of Jisung.

"You're pretty no matter what. You could be wearing a trash bag and still probably be the only girl that catches my eye," he confesses and chuckles before sitting down.

You try to keep the expression off your face to seem unfazed by the comment but honestly, your heart was about to jump out of your mouth.

"Okay here's your hint," he holds up a red box and across the front in cursive is the word 'Cartier'. Your jaw drops again at the hint and grab your chest.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung!" you pause and blink at his smiling face a few times, "What am I going to do with you," you put your head into your hands and try to stop the room spinning.

A few weeks later, you can bet that you have a post on your social media, the beautiful and iconic Cartier bracelet adorning your wrist.

The last picture you post is just of your wrist and hand holding a cup of coffee, giving a clear view of the beautiful piece of jewelry.

felix: cuddle

"Nooooo. I'm not happy yet," you insist and wrap your legs around Felix's waist, preventing him from leaving your koala grip.

He uses his arms to try to push himself off of you but you just wrap tighter, you were either coming with him or he would have to cuddle with you until you were satisfied.

"Oh yeah? But you stopped crying ten minutes ago," he clocks your deceit and you roll your eyes at the comment. He was kind of right, you definitely did feel much better than you did when he walked in on you crying earlier.

"Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean I feel better," you try to reason and he sighs, falling back against you. He pushes his hands under the small of your back to hold you closer to him, even though you were laying completely on his arms, he couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to be in.

In all honesty, he only wanted to get away from you because the smell of you and intimacy that you craved, only from him, made his mind and heart race.

And maybe all the blood in his body wash rushing to where he wanted you most. He sighs as you bring a hand up to play in his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" He inquires, his arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you and you nod.

"It's just my boss being an asshole. I feel like she is just always out to get me and I have never done anything to her or anyone else at work for that matter!" you speak out, frustration bubbling over, but you take a deep breath before continuing.

"It feels like she singles me out every single day and compliments everyone else but nitpicks every single thing I do. You know what I mean?" you ask, pausing your hand in his hair for him to give you some indication that he is listening. He nods and mumbles out a quick 'mhm' to let you know he is listening.

"It's so frustrating because even on group projects, she somehow only has issues with the parts that I do or initiate or present! At this point it feels like she's trying to force me to quit so that she doesn't have to fire me before she leaves. She's doing all this bitching and moaning and is literally retiring in a month!" you complain again and you feel Felix's thumbs trying to relax you by rubbing the small of your back. This did in fact help to ease the forming tension.

"Maybe she wants you in her position. Have you thought about that?" he asks quietly and your hand stops in his hair again as you ponder the question.

His sits up and rolls off you, laying to the side of you and propping his head up in one hand as he studies your face. He sees your furrowed brows and your teeth gently chewing on your lip as you think about what he just said. He throws an arm over your torso to try to get your attention away from your own head.

"What if she is being hard on you because she is trying to prepare you to take her spot once she leaves," he proposes and you smile, turning your head to face him.

"Felix! You are an angel! How is it that you always know exactly the right words to say?" you throw an arm around his neck and pull him into an awkward hug.

"Thank you. You're the best friend I have ever had," you speak lowly into his ear and he bites down on his lip, trying to numb the pain in his chest at your words.

"Y-yeah what are best friends for," he chuckles, trying to sound unbothered, but every time you called him your friends he can’t help feeling like he gets another stab in the heart.

Seungmin: sharing everything

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" You come bouncing into the practice room and he turns his head immediately at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin is sitting at the front of the room on his phone and looks up at you as well, "Hi, y/n," he smiles and you wave politely in return.

"Hi, Jinnie," you reply and rush over to Seungmin who is standing by the computer.

"Try this! I think this is the best take out I have ever had," you say with a huge excited smile on his face and he can't help but mirror your excitement because of how cute you are.

You get some food on the fork, making sure to get every bit that he needs to taste at the same time before bringing it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him.

"Mmm!" he exclaims, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he chews, his eyes growing wide. He grabs a napkin that you had in your hand and wipes his face, handing it back to you.

"So good right!" you grab the napkin and go to join Hyunjin in the front of the room. You plop down next to him and eat some more of the takeout, using the same napkin Seungmin had used to wipe your own face.

"You two are so cute," Hyunjin comments and you both look over at him in confusion.

Seungmin is confused because he knows Hyunjin knows how he feels about you. He had confessed to his friend on many occasions that he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you.

You are confused because you thought you were hiding your gigantic crush on Seungmin much better than you apparently were.

"Sharing stuff all the time. It's cute. You even have his hoodie on right now and he's using your pink water bottle that you left at the house," he comments and motions over to Seungmin as he takes a sip of water.

He was in fact using your favorite refillable water bottle and you were in fact wearing his hoodie. You smile and try to convince the blush rising to your face to go away.

"We're just being nice to each other, Hyunjin," Seungmin says and glances over at you to gauge your reaction. "Sharing is caring," he finishes.

You meet his gaze for a moment before turning to Hyunjin and shrugging.

"I like to share with him. It feels right because of how...close we are," you choose your words carefully and Seungmin turns around to start the music again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.

"Can I actually have a sip of that water," you say across the room and Seungmin chuckles, rolling the bottle to you. You take a sip while he watches at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. He shakes his head and presses play on the music.

I.N: feed each other

You are the acts of service type, at least when it comes to Jeongin. He is one of those people that you always feel like you need to take care of. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but as soon as he drops something or stumbles or complains about being hungry, you can't help but help him.

He is easy to baby for some reason and he doesn’t seem to mind when you do baby him. At least not as viscerally as he does when his bandmates do it.

"Innie, are you hungry?" You ask from your spot on the couch. He hums in response with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes off the game on the screen. You two have been playing a new game and you quickly got bored but he is still invested.

"Okay. I'm going to make some food," you reply and stand, making your way to the kitchen. You make a quick snack, something to hold you both over until dinner and return to sit with him.

You had settled on chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. This was a favorite snack between the two of you to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

"I got your favorite," you announce walking back in to the room and Jeongin glances over at your hands quickly to see what you brought.

"Ooo, good choice," he nods and turns back to the tv screen when he heard shots ringing into the air.

"Open wide," you let out as you dip a strawberry into some whip cream. He follows your order and you pop the strawberry into his mouth. Some whip cream gets on the side of his mouth and you waste no time, swiping it away with your thumb and licking the whip cream away from your finger.

He side eyes into your direction as you gently suck on his thumb and you can see his Adam's apple bop up and down. You take turns eating a strawberry then giving one to Jeongin for a little while before you get full.

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore or I won't be able to eat at that restaurant later," you confess and dip the last strawberry in chocolate, "Open," he obeys immediately and this time some of the chocolate gets on his bottom lip.

You reach your pointer finger out and push the drop of chocolate into his mouth, your finger gently meeting his tongue. He sucks the chocolate off and grabs your wrist, turning to face you.

"You're in dangerous territory, princess," he leans closer, his eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes. He clears his throat and turns back to the game but you are stuck frozen in place because never have you ever had butterflies for your best friend until this very moment.

Or have you?

[crow-aeris]

Part 3 of the au my brain worms gave me 😔

Part 1, 2, 4

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"I keep forgetting about you being a literal trash rat," Jason scoffs, poking at the single pitiful skillet at sat innocently in the giant pantry. He sighs, taking it out, rinsing it, before setting it on the stove.

"Shut up," Tim sighed, pressing his face into the countertop, "You're such an asshole."

"Language, birdy," Jason scoffed, grimacing as he looked through the fridge, "Is there nothing organic in here? You're supposed to be rich, Tim!"

"It's too much work!" his brother complained, "I can't bother with cooking when there are Batmen and Robins to stalk!"

Jason deadpanned, turning over to pin Tim with an unimpressed stare, "Really, kid?"

He shrugs, "You called me a stalker, Jay, I'm just leaning into it! Also, do you want to deal with Dick or Damian next?"

Jason scoffed, "You're the genius, figure it out."

"You lie to Batman once!"

"Oh shut up," Jason rolled his eyes before deciding to make scrambled eggs, because those were the only thing in the entire fridge that were even slightly healthy. Everything else was either frozen meals, exotic fruit juice, and even more frozen meals. God the amount of salt here is atrocious, "We both know you've lied to all of us at least three times."

It was very telling when Tim didn't respond.

"Alright, you make the plans, I make the eggs, and I'll veto anything that sounds utterly batshit insane."

"Do you want to call your mom first?" Tim offered, "She's probably worried sick."

Jason turned, his expression pinching as guilt churned in his chest... He... He doesn't know if he should. He knows she'll die, that someday she'll overdose and leave behind a shaking, trembling, wide-eyed and fearful son, but- but he doesn't think he could deal with it again. Sure, she's his mom, but he- he doesn't know her, this version of her, at least.

"It's okay if you don't-"

"Shut up," he hissed, shocking himself at how strangled and strained his voice sounded, "I- I don't know if I can."

And Tim, with an infuriatingly patient expression, nods.

Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth. He came to peace with her death all those years ago, the faint memory of his previous life overlapping with this reality's.

But... he still owes it to her...

"...Do you want to come with me?" Jason asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah," Tim responds, "Let me go grab some money, and we can buy something instead."

Jason nods shortly before shoving the skillet back into the pantry before going to wait by the door.

A few moments later, the pair of boys sat side by side on the back of the bus. They made have been at each other's throat all those years ago, but now- god help those who ever try to sever them.

As the bus slowed to a stop, the pair wordlessly stood in tandem and strode off the bus. Years of carefully ingrained memory allowing the pair to work together like a well-oiled machine.

"What are you kids doing out here?" a strange man drawls, striding forward to stand in front of the two.

Jason tensed, shifting forward to place himself between Tim and the strange man, "It's none of your business."

"Don't be like that," the man continues, stepping forward with hungry eyes trawling down Jason's face, "are you two brothers?"

Tim's hand pressed against his shoulder, and Jason relaxed to allow Tim to work his stalker magic.

"Yes, we are!" Tim chirped brightly, his currently tone at complete odds with Tim half an hour ago, "I'm so sorry about my brother's attitude. He didn't get enough sleep last night, you see, so he's just a little grumpy."

"I can speak for myself, Al," Jason huffed, feeling acutely aware of the eyes pinning against his skin.

The man looked interested. It was all Jason could do to keep himself from lashing out at the man for his predatory gaze, "What's your name, kid?"

"I'm Alvin John," Tim says brightly, nudging Jason's side with a careful look, "What's your name?"

"How about your brother first?"

"...Thomas," Jason huffed.

"Why are you two out here all alone? Where are your parents?"

"We were out on a walk," Tim nods, "Don't worry, we're safe! Our mom is expecting us, so we should really be on our way."

"You still haven't told us your name," he interrupts.

"Bright kid! You'd be great if you smiled more," and Tim's hand tightening around his arm was the only thing keeping him from brandishing his pocket knife and pulling a Damian, "my name is Derick Gleisner."

"It was nice meeting you, Mister Gleisner," Tim smiles, "I hope you have a good day!"

"You too, kid."

Jason allows Tim to lead them into the crowd. The pair losing the eyes against their back before heading toward Jason's child hood home.

"Robert Shawn," Tim hisses, barely loud enough for Jason to hear, "arrested on account of human and drug trafficking. Batman will find him six days from now and turn him in to the GCPD."

"You want to use him?" Jason replied tightly.

Tim, to Jason's chagrin, nods, "It's the fastest way, short of breaking into the manor, which would just raise their suspicions. If you want to do this another way, I don't mind."

"You already have plans in place, don't you?" Jason groaned, swatting at Tim's arm with a tired sigh. Tim gives him a side-long look, and Jason's question was promptly answered.

They reached the house a minute later, and Jason pushes open the door with his spare key.

"Mom, I'm home!" he calls, freezing as he received no response, "...Mom?"

Tim freezes suspiciously beside him before cursing under his breath, "Jason!"

"What?" he snaps.

"You were here last time, right?" Tim says softly, "You were home."

Jason nods jerkily, dread pooling in his chest as he sees Tim's expression pinch in worry.

He tears away, the carpet bunching under his feet as he scrambles toward the kitchen.

"MOM?" he calls. She wasn't in the kitchen. Maybe her room? "MOM! MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Jason shoves open the door, scrambling at the doorknob in his haste. He bursts in only to see Catherine slumped over on the floor.

This- this wasn't supposed to fucking happen yet! What the FUCK.

He screamed. His knees aching as he lunged forward to grapple with his mom's body. Her skin cold and limbs stiff- his mom- his mom.

Shit- what- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! It- it was august, she wasn't supposed to die until february. God DAMNIT.

"I've called the ambulance," Tim says from the doorway, "Jay..."

"Shut UP. SHUT. UP," Jason screams, shoving his forehead against chilled cold skin as hot tears burned against his eyes, "Mom...This- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! Tim- what- why?"

"It's... it's most likely because of the disparities between timelines," his brother says, somehow making his technical blabber sound fucking sympathetic, "i think in this timeline, since you weren’t here to stop whatever from happening…”

“…Fuck,” he hisses, flinching slightly as he hears sirens wail in the distance.

“Do you need some time alone?” Tim asks hesitantly.

Jason grits his teeth. He- he doesn’t want to leave her alone- but, but damnit, Tim. Knowing the stupid little fucker would skitter off and do something so utterlyfucking effective yet idiotic. He sucks in a breath, “Just- just give me a sec, kid. I- i need to say goodbye…”

“Okay. Take your time…”

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Part 1, 2, 4

and the directory

[boybeholding]

I can barely find any mutant mayhem Donnie x male reader fics so I was wondering if you could write one please I'll give you this 🍕 as a sign of my gratitude

I GOTCHU ANON (cracks knuckles) keep that pizza in the microwave for me. decided to write it paralleling them meeting april because I think any of these four being clumsy and flustered is cute. I'm still testing out formatting for requests and such so let me know if you guys have any feedback <3 not sure how i feel about the fic itself buuut... i think it's certainly done.

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Mutant Mayhem; Donatello / Male!Reader Word Count: 1,560 Content Warnings: swearing, maybe internalized homophobia if you squint? but that wasn't the intention as I was writing it. Summary; After a head-on collision in the hallway, Donnie meets the boy of his dreams. Now all he has to do is keep his brothers from finding out about him.

“Sooo… Leo… how’d that date with April go?”

The banter as the four of them walked home carried on as it always has, the only difference being that they finally had some new material. It’d been months since they’d integrated at Eastman high, and things were still running smooth as ever. It was perfect!

Sure, maybe not everyone was so accepting, but when the four of them were expecting screams of horror and violent brutality from the humans, they could tolerate some sour glances and rude comments.

“Mikey how many times do I have to TELL you guys, it- it wasn’t a date!” 

“Uhh, you don’t have to tell us that,” Raph shot back. “We aaall heard her at Prom-”

Dialogue quickly overlapped as the three of them verbally dogpiled onto Leo, who was struggling to cut through the crosstalk.

“Well- hey, y’know– I can’t be the ONLY one who’s got a… well, a crush. C’mon! You gotta cut me some slack.”

“Even if we did,” interjected Donnie, “we’d do a waaaay better job of hiding it than you!”

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Donnie now realized the irony in that sequence of events, looking back to the morning that had followed that conversation. 

See, despite months of attending a crowded high school, Donnie hadn’t really taken the time to unlearn his habit of walking with his headphones on and his eyes closed. Really because it hadn’t resulted in any major tragedies up until then. 

He’d walked to first period so many times he could do it backwards, but as he cracked an eye open to gauge his turn into the classroom, he realized far too late that he’d… miscalculated. 

He tried to move back- to reorient himself, but the flow of movement in the hall behind him pushed him forward, and he collided hard with…

With…

Oh.

Time slowed down to a crawl as you were slammed against the locker, a moment passing as you recovered from the blow before you’d twisted around. Donnie had almost forgotten the circumstances that had led him here when he was forced against your chest instead of your back, looking up and seeing your face. 

Maybe it came as no surprise that Donnie had a bit of a weakness for cute boys. His brothers hadn’t caught on yet, but if you took a scrutinizing glance at his interests, you may notice the consistency. And currently, he was literally being smushed against the cutest guy he’d ever seen in real life, much like you mash two dolls together to indicate that they’re kissing. 

The awe he felt, though, was only a brief respite from the panic as he saw that your nose was bleeding.

“Ohhhh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It– it was the kid behind me, and I, My uh, my shell is making it– hard to get out, and-”

“Ugh- dude.” You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back a bit, causing Donnie to realize that the hall was mostly empty now. 

You rubbed your head with a small wince, and were clearly about to turn and carry on with your business. 

“WAIT!” You turned back, raising a brow, and Donatello tensed at the realization of how loud he’d just shouted. 

“Can I at least walk you to the nurse’s office? I’m really sorry.” Wiping the blood away with your thumb (which was like, anime boy levels of hot, Donnie thought privately), you shrugged and gestured for him to follow. 

He did. Naturally. 

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Donnie didn’t know why he and his brothers kept meeting their love interests through near major accidents, but that collision was the start of something fantastic. 

He learned that day that your name was (y/n), and from then on just kept learning more and more phenomenal things about you. Another month seemed to fly by, with the two of you becoming fast friends. Not all of your interests overlapped, but as Donnie learned more of what you liked, the more it became what he liked too.

There was just one small hiccup. 

Donatello… really didn’t want his brothers to find out about you. As well as he’d managed to pretend not to be crushing on you big time, his brothers were like sharks when it came to that sort of thing. If they didn’t know he liked guys before, he was convinced they’d be able to tell just by your presence - like you were blood in the water.

It was going smoothly enough so far, though. The only class you shared was Computer Science, and, well... Let's just say Donnie's brothers weren't exactly jumping at the chance to sign up for that elective.

As he left the building that day to meet his brothers in his usual spot, He found himself once again glued to his phone, takking away at your DMs.

"Ack-!" "Aah!!"

Donnie reared back from the minor bump, flushing a little as he glanced up.

"Dude, you ever gonna stop bumping into me?"

"Uhh... nah. Too much work. Not my fault you're always standing right in my way." He responded, smiling when that earned him a chuckle. "What're you doing out here anyways? Don't you usually take the bus?"

"Yeah, but I've gotta stop by the store on my way home, so I'm walking. Don't you and your brothers usually walk home together? I could tag along."

"Uh."

Fuck.

"Well. Yeahh.. We do. But, we kind of.. Live in the sewer?"

"...Yeah? I remember. I'd only walk part-ways."

"Right, well, uh... I mean-"

"DONNIE!" Raph grabbed both his shoulders from behind, startling a yelp out of him as he whipped around.

"Oh, uh-- Hey guys!"

"What gives? We've been waiting at the spot for like.." Mikey glances at his phone, "..Well, only like three minutes, but you're usually there first."

"Guys, chill out, I told you he was probably just leaving class with someone else."

"Yup mystery solved-- bye (y/n), let's go guys!!"

Wrong move. Donnie could feel he'd messed up when all three of his brothers turned their heads to him.

Blood in the water.

"Woooah, chill out bro, we're not in a rush. So you're (y/n)? I don't think we've met." Mikey turned to you.

You nodded, "In the flesh. And you're... Mikey, Raph, and Leo?" You pointed to each of them as you recalled their names. "I was just asking if I could walk with you guys."

"Hah- well- I don't think we--" "Oh, totally!" "Yeah man, feel free!"

"I'm sure Donnie would love that,"

Donnie exchanged glares with each of his brothers, huffing before pulling up a reluctant smile.

"Yeah, uh.. what they said!"

"Awesome!"

And so you tagged along as they began walking. It wasn't all bad, Donnie just had to keep his cool and remain nonchalant. Shouldn't be too hard.

"So, we still on for tonight?" You asked, bumping your shoulder against Donnie's.

"Duh- Especially since it's my turn to pick."

"I am not watching One Piece, just FYI."

"You two got a nerd date or something?" Raph interjected. Donnie frowned at him, feeling his fists ball up, but was surprised to hear you laugh easily.

"Kind of. It's a cultural exchange." With one hand gesturing as you speak, the other sneaks its way around Donnie's arm.

Kind of? It was kind of a date? and you were holding his arm??

Donnie glanced down at where you'd held onto him, before his eyes narrowed in a smug glance in Raph's direction. His brother, on the other hand, had his mouth hanging slightly open; his brows furrowed down.

Donnie ran his lip between his teeth before he adjusted his arm, sliding his hand down into yours. It felt.. right. He brushed along your knuckles, how small each of them were under his three-fingered hands- and his heart threatened to melt when you squeezed in return. The dialogue that continued between you and his brothers faded to white noise at that feeling.

"Alright, this is where I've gotta part ways. It was nice meeting you all!"

You leaned down, pressing a quick peck into Donnie's cheek.

"see you tonight!"

You were gone before Donnie could even process what'd happen, an incoherent exhale of noise escaping him as his brothers began hollering.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH. DONNIE?? IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND??" "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US??"

Donnie's brain kicked into action finally, looking away with a rub to the back of his neck.

"I ahh..... y'know, we're not really sure yet?- kind of uhh.... testing the waters and stuff..?" He lied, shooting a glance over his shoulder to assure you weren't in earshot.

"Dang, you really DO have some rizz after all!"

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(y/n) today at 5:14 all good to have you over for the night!

TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:15 cool cool! so uh... can i ask what the smooch was about earlier??

(y/n) today at 5:18 oh, yeah, sorry!! i just noticed your brothers were teasing you about me figured i'd lean into it & get them to back off lol see you in ten?

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Donatello huffed, staring at that message for a long few minutes. Well, that TOTALLY answered his question.

Not.

But.. At least he'd learned that you apparently weren't opposed to holding his hand and kissing his cheek. Even if it was something of a performance.

Maybe tonight, he could get a private show.

There was only one way to find out.

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TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:22 yup! on my way

[shock]

This one is definitely my favorite so far in my collage solar system, so I wanted to post it. Hopefully I'll get some nice scans once all the pieces are done, but here's a spotlight on Neptune Side 1, "MEMORY".

The photos on the left are all pictures I took as a kid with film my gammaw got me before she died, and most of them are from the same day we took a walk together. The photos on the right all include her except for one. I can't remember HOW I managed to get ahold of the time they hired a stripper for her birthday, but I've always found that set of photos to be really evocative and I feel like I found the perfect use for them! 🤣

The text reads:

One fine day in 2006, a wild deer wandered into a Target store. When animals are traumatized, we make careful, logical calculations. Which is what the deer did.

After falling down the stairs, skidded around for a half hour, like when Odysseus opened a bag of captive winds, would surrender for a second, then dash from one event to the next. Until out of sheer frustration, I threw a bucket. But it made the deer race right through the window.

"F---ed up beyond all recognition."

If I had known what that maneuver would cost, I would probably have let the deer go.

A couple of days before she died, she took me to the ocean.

My log adds, I had some nice things to eat. I have never seen a being, human or animal, always so full of joy. Talking to her filled me with the power of the sun.

I wanted to hug her, but I didn't. I literally forgot to put my arms around her. We talked again that night on a ship-to-ship radio frequency. You weren't supposed to talk long on that because others might need it.

The next day, she died. I went into the woods, trying to clear my head. I could hear the deer breathing in the darkness. It was weird.

The day after she died, I called and cried. I don't like to yell or scream, but a bad storm brings something out of me. Not until I knew there's be no response did I realize how much pleasure I had taken in calling her. I bellowed up at the approaching storm: All right, you have the power of life and death! Love's no good! I know it! I had so many meetings with different people, I forgot! I'm sorry! So deafen me with your thunder! Go on, then! Scorch up my brains! I defy you! I'll defy you to my last breath!

Who was I defying? God? The deer? The storm? It didn't do any good to make noises of my own.

Sleeping helps. In dreams, I reach out my hand and grab the disease with my fist, drive that f---ed cancer back across an entire wavelength, refuse to contemplate the distant future, have a great talk with her held safely inside my arms.

I think It's worst than a nightmare. It's slow torture, it will drive you crazy, cunningly spooled and folded scenarios spin out in your mind.

Two years ago, I watched tapes of her that only reminded me of how I wanted to hear live people. It took me years to learn how to use them.

It is always interesting to see how situations change and people move from one to the other. Then you walk around a rock, and there it is: names and drawings, graffiti, all of one trade— MEMORIES carved in the rock:

Her life was a gift to me. She'd given me a greater one.

She sounded good.

I got the message. Follow the noise.

Retrace my route between the images of a continuous narrative. I went to the spot where she took her last breath. By then I could hear the deer running through the brush. I called again. This time, with a smile.

It worked. I made contact again.

Of course I knew this time she couldn't come, so my approach changed:

All right, REFLECTIONS can't support life.

That's okay. Keep moving.

GO AHEAD AND FREAK OUT.

Keeping busy helps, too— She lived every moment as though it were her last. It was wonderful.

I love her very much.

Do you want to know a secret?

I transformed into something grown for the pure happiness it brings me.

I feel really good now.

My attention most days is on the here and now.

It's the only real escape there is.

[heartilywrites]

Heyyyyy! Is it okay to get a part 2 to 𝓛over is a Day ; Korra? I loved the ending of it and wanted to see the wedding happen! I loved the way you wrote it!

،، 𝓤ntil I Found You ; Korra

< part 1 (not necessary for context, just if u want to read it)

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resume: the happiest day of your life finally arrived.

content warning: there's literally just fluff and more fluff here ; Korra x fem!reader ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; no use of y/n ; the banner does not represent r's skin color at all, it's just a painting i liked and goes according to the theme of the wedding.

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a/n: HEIYA ofc it's okay darling, i adore writing this type of stuff, im just a girl that loves love. here goes the dress references for those who want to have a clear image of my poor description: Korra's was based on this gorgeous fanart i found on pinterest that took my breath away whilst reader's was based on this dress i love and adore HOWEVER! even if i did base the dress description on this image it does not mean that that is the body type for reader at all!! also since i did not add the reader's nation there wasn't something i could base myself from for a more traditional dress, that's why i made her a city girl since they have more blended styles. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND FOR YOUR WORDS, CUTIE, ENJOY :D

“ The start of a new line on this family tree, two hearts connected by one beat.

Flowers, location, the court, ring bearer, maid of honor, best man, officiant, guest list, food, drinks, your brain felt like it was about to explode with all the preparations and you were sure there was some you didn’t add to the list in that specific moment.

You loved the idea of marrying the love of your life and celebrate the union with your closest circle, but you never imagined how tiring it would be to organize a whole wedding. Korra was no far from losing her mind too with everything she had to organize, you two had decided to divide the work so it would be easier just to confirm with the other if the decision made was the correct one or if should look for something else. However, there were tasks that needed to be done by the two of you such as cake selection, invitations and the flowers each one would have.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What about red velvet flavor?” you asked extending a piece of pastry with your fork to her to eat, she did so.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure? Because I liked the chocolate and vanilla one.” she said tilting her head, you smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Depends, with fruit between the layers?” Korra nodded excited and you nodded back, slower. “Chocolate, vanilla and fruits will be.”

You both turned to the person in charge to take notes of the cake preferences, they were looking at you with a sweet smile on. “I'm sorry, it's just that you two look so cute together. I've seen a lot of couples coming to choose their wedding cakes, but only a few are really a team that loves to work together, you two are one of them.”

At such comment, both started to feel your faces warmer and eventually got shy. There had to be truth in their words that you did believe: Korra and you worked good together, you complimented each other so well that it was scary at times.

After the avatar had proposed, you realized how if you planned things with a speed you were going to be able to marry on the same day you two had begun to be girlfriends and it was just a dream to the two of you, making your relationship anniversary to a marriage anniversary was definitely a goal to achieve. So far everything was going good, you got the food, drinks and location secured, the invitations had such beautiful decorations representing both of your nations and the guest list was ready to start the dealing of envelopes. Now there were other problems: the flower girl and ring bearer.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “The airbending kids!” Korra exclaimed as if she had the best idea.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We already have them to walk before the maid of honor.” your hands were holding your head while you shook it, the girl frowned.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Why not just change them...?” her words were left in the air when she stopped to think, a big smile started to appear on her face. “Oh, do I have the best pair to be our flower girl and ring bearer.”

Now you were the one with a confuse frown on the face at her comment, not knowing exactly to who she was referring since the only kids you knew were Tenzin's.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I would be delighted and honored to be the flower girl in your wedding.” Bolin said a moment later his short session of excited screams after being asked by the avatar when the group went to eat lunch together.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What about the ring bearer?” Asami asked bitting her food, Korra and you now turned to Mako who was too calmed drinking his beverage. When he felt your gaze on him, he blinked a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What...?” he asked, confused, you rolled your eyes funnily.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Would you like to be our ring bearer, Mako?” Korra asked smiling innocent, he seemed to think about it. “Don't be like that, you know you'll love to bring the rings.”

The firebender giggled and nodded. “I'll do it, gladly.”

Your face turned to Asami by your left side and batted your eyelashes a couple of times her way, she laughed a little bit. “Don't ask me to be another flower girl, I'm sure Bolin would do great alone.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's not that,” you said after the earthbender had agreed about his work. “We want you to be our maid of honor.”

The engineer almost choked on her food at such sudden request, coughing a little bit and with soft pats from you on her back she recompensed herself.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Really?” she asked almost in disbelief, the avatar nodded at the same time you did. Her green eyes got teary, her head started to nod. “My spirits, of course I would love to be the maid of honor!” she was quick to hug you tight before standing and hugging her other friend.

After finishing lunch and sort out details such as clothes color, practice and Bolin's question about which type of flower petals he would be throwing, Korra and you found yourselves in the Air Temple Island looking for the airbending family.

Getting greeted by the older man and the younger master with a big smile, you asked to talk with Tenzin alone.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How's the wedding preparations going, girls?” he asked letting you get in his office first.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, you know; the brides are going crazy, but we have everything sorted out so they won't be insane at their ceremony.” you said giggling, he joined.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, I remember when Pema and I got married... We fought over some flower centerpieces for weeks, she won and with reason, her selection was better than mine.” the man told with a nostalgic smile in his face. “If everything is sorted out, what can I do for you?”

You turned to your fiancée and she smiled. “Well, Tenzin, we actually don't have everything sorted out.” she started, the man looked confused. “We have everyone, but the best man.” when he realized where that was going, his eyebrows raised a bit. “And we were wondering if you would like to be our best man.”

Grey eyes looked at you first and then to the avatar, trying to see if it was some type of prank, but when he didn't find any indicator of it he was quick to hug you two at once.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I would be more than happy to be the best man.” he said in a shaky voice, both Korra and you hugged the man tight.

Now with the whole court sorted out, it was time to focus on the most important thing: the dresses.

For that part, Korra and you had decided for it to be secret from the other as you wanted to surprise each other and keeping that 'bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding' belief. Asami had offered to be your companion while Tenzin was Korra's.

A bride shop was definitely something you didn’t know what to expect from since it wasn't a place always rounding your mind, until you got proposed to. Looking for the perfect dress was a challenge itself; Asami and you had seen a lot of different dresses in different styles and tones of white that it almost got you dizzy. You were able to select three dresses from the bunch, the first two weren't that good in your opinion, but when the time of trying the last one came and you saw yourself in the mirror, you couldn't believe it. The dress combined with you in such a way that it felt almost dreamy of how good it looked, it was a little puffy on the skirt part with a corset–like superior part that hugged you perfectly, it had lace decorating your clavicle and arms with a turtle neck too, but it wasn’t so high, your betrothal necklace shined more than ever in such dress.

When you turned to look at your friend, she had her hands over her mouth and her eyes shined with admiration, under a gasp she said your name.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It looks so gorgeous on you...” she said, standing from her seat and walking to you. Both hands met yours. “Korra will fall harder for you if that's even possible.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Will you be getting the maid of honor's dress as well?” the adviser asked with a smile. “Because we have a selection for her to choose right now and try it on so you can see how it would look all together.”

You turned to the engineer who thought about it for a second before nodding happily, it was definitely about to be a long evening.

When all of it was solved and the measurements were written down for the dress to be adjusted to you, you went back home. At your arrival you realized how you were the last one to get back by the sound and smell coming from the kitchen.

Walking to the area, you smiled at the sight of your fiancée; you walked up to her and wrapped both arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, gorgeous, I thought you would be here sooner.” more of a claim, it was just a comment out of a bit of worry.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sorry, we were looking for dresses for about two hours.” you said, a kiss was left on her shoulder before walking to her side to see her face. “How did it went with you?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Good,” Korra answered with a smile. “Tenzin was about to cry when they made me try on a model.”

A giggle left your mouth. “So you'll look gorgeous, got ya'.”

The wedding date was getting closer, just a couple more days for it all to finally come to an end. Both dresses were adjusted and created at time record, being sent to the apartment afterwards and obviously it was hide from the other to avoid peaking.

The final week it was all running from one place to the other, you had to write down your vows and also check on your part of the arrangements making sure everything was going good. Thankfully Asami and Tenzin were helping you two out with checking the status of most of them as well as making sure it was what you had asked for. The rehearsal for the wedding was done one time a couple days before, you'd had Korra's dad not only walking her dow the aisle, but also officiate the wedding so him and Senna traveled a week prior to make his own errands on the matter.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So we walk first and then Asami or does Asami walks first?” Bolin asked all the way from the start of the hall, you smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mako and you walk at the same time, first, and before Asami.” you explained, talking a little bit loud since you were standing in the altar already.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Gotcha, after the airbending kids.” now you just nodded and he did the same. “Alright, we're ready to rumble! Let's get this rehearsal going!”

It wasn’t even the day for it, but just the sight of Korra walking the aisle with her dad by her side made you want to tear up already; how were you going to do this at the actual date?

Rehearsal went by smoothly, everyone understood what to do and say, lifting a weight out of everyone's shoulders. The day prior the wedding Korra and you had your bachelorette party: no one but the two of you alone at the apartment together, enjoying the peace and quiet after weeks of pure madness, getting ready for the most important day of your lives.

The morning of was the craziest day you've ever experienced, everyone left early their homes to fill yours with talks, screams and demands. Korra was taken away to get ready separately and you would only see her at the venue. You felt like a doll being dressed and stylized, but were able to read your vows at least five times to make sure there weren't any typos and it was making sense as well. The morning went by in a snap of fingers, you found yourself already at the venue with your heart threatening to come out by your mouth and shaky hands. You saw people starting to get in the avenue, it was almost time.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll do great!” Asami exclaimed with a big smile. “You look beautiful, everything is set up, the wedding will be perfect.”

However you could, with the whole nervous feeling taking over you, a smile was painted on your face by her words. “Hey! Are we ready?” One of the brothers asked, you took a deep breath in.

After you walked in, accompanied by the airbender master to stand in the altar, your eyes looked how everyone was coming in. Bolin did the best job at throwing petals everywhere, even the guest and you on the way, making everyone giggle. And when Korra's silhouette was seen, your breath cut off.

She was wearing a blue dress, a bit puffy as well. It had to be the most beautiful dress you've ever laid eyes on, it was clearly a water tribe one; since the season was cold, she had taken advantage of it to use one with a warming top, her waist was hugged by a corset on top of all the pieces, on her neck a beautiful necklace shined and her short hair was stylish to have just the upper part tied in almost a half ponytail. You were so sure you would start crying if it was because the makeup could get messed up, Korra saw it and she smiled happily your way, when she was infront of you you could see how she was also containing her tears.

The ceremony was great, Tonraq was talking about love, marriage and how the first words he exchanged with you was asking if you had good intentions with his daughter, saying how he was glad you weren't lying about you loving her. When the time for the vows came along, you went first.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, I'm sorry if I stumble in my own words, I'm nervous.” you said while taking the paper out to read, a collective giggle was heard. “When I first met you, I would never have thought that the girl from the fire ferrets who just joined in and almost fought me after I said my friend's group was better would be the one I will be getting married today,” Korra tried not to laugh so hard at the memory. “I am the luckiest to have you by my side and call you the love of my life, we've been through a lot together and I'm certain we will face more, but I'm sure if we have each other through hell and worse, we'll be okay.”

You took a moment to take a deep breath in to calm yourself down before continuing.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We will be each other's shoulders to stand on and to cry on; we will lift each other up and hold each other tight; we will be partners in adventure and allies in conflict. I promise to never stop making your love and happiness my priority, because your joy is my joy. In sickness and in health, in failure and triumph, I will walk beside you and I will love you, forever.” you finished, Korra took a moment to stop any cry while you threw air to your eyes with the paper.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is funny, I have almost the same beginning.” she said in a shaky voice, now you laugh a little bit.

The avatar took a minute to get herself together, when she was ready she cleared her throat and took her piece of paper.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “The day I met you, after almost kicking your ass for bringing down my group's name at a probending reunion, I was sure I had met the most important person that would change my life.” a mix between laugh and cry was heard from you, Korra smiled. “From the moment our paths crossed, you’ve captivated me, challenged me, frustrated me and improved me in ways no person has done before. And I have fallen in love with you again and again. You're the love of my life, my light that guides me in the darkest of places, my rock where I can find rest when the tide is being harsh with me, the reason I keep going and want to be better for. I promise to love you, cherish you and make you the happiest woman in the world, because you showed me that I deserve to be loved and that I was never broken.”

The officiant gave you two a moment to breath in before continuing the ceremony, totally not because he was in the verge of tears as well. When the rings were exchanged, the man named you officially married; sharing a kiss to seal the agreement, the whole venue erupted in cheers reminding you how you weren't alone there.

At the reception, everyone was having the time of their lives while Korra and you stood in your bubble, feeling blessed to be able to marry your best friend; fortunate to have your love come through all the challenges and see it win again and again, it was more than certain that this would start the best chapter of your lives.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

This is two part again. Thanks for listening and replying to my message, that means a lots to me. Though, I'd say I prefer a certain red head karma to bite me instead of my coworkers :^) just kidding.

This is not really an emergency request but also a bit like it? I guess? It's just I've been dying of thirst for some romance due to my situation so I'm up here to request something (only if you want to write, that is)

Office workers couple of Sabo and fem!Reader. I just wanna read some fluffy moments between them. Like when y/n is working over time and he quietly put an iced coffee cup he just bought for y/n on her cheek, making her jump as he smiles warmly and sits next to her to help her with the work. Or when y/n knocks on his office door and says "I'm here to pick up Mr. *insert married last name*" and Sabo chuckles and walks to her to say "Let's go home Mrs *insert married last name*"

I don't know if this is how it works but that's my request. Feel free to skip it if you don't like the idea. Love your writing as always, have a great day!

Hi two part anon! no need to thank me for listening, and replying, I care about you 🥰. So here's some fluff, I'm sorry these things have been taking so long. It's super stressful here lately. Hoping to get some more writing done soon. It's funny because writing for you and my other beloved anons reduces my stress but I need to be less stressed to write sometimes, lol 😆.

Warnings: office romance? fluff

Word Count: 1580

     People say office romances never turn out well. Especially if you’re dating your boss. After all, your boss might give you special treatment or promotions. That being said, you and Sabo were an exception, an outlier to the statistic. The two of you had been working at the same office for years, you’d watched his promotion from working beside you to being your new boss, watched him deal with the worst of the department’s problems, and helped him celebrate some of the department’s greatest achievements. 

     Likewise, he’d been there for you as well. The year that nobody seemed to care about your birthday, the raise for finishing that ‘impossible’ project, and the one time when you snuck a kitten into the office because it was just outside the building and you didn’t have time to take it to a shelter until after work. It seemed that whenever there was something big that happened to one of you, the other was there to share in it. Of course, nobody knew about your little office romance. Neither of you wanted to risk the rumors, the scandal, or the accusations that would be sent your way. To say nothing of HR getting involved or needing to transfer departments simply due to the fact that the two of you were together. 

     It wasn’t like Sabo actually gave you special treatment at work. Quite the opposite, he treated you like every other employee, expecting nothing but your best and you were quite happy to give it your all. There’d even been a few times where he’d been forced to call you into his office because you’d messed up. Granted, when you messed up, he wasn’t nearly as hard on you as others, but it wasn’t due to giving you special treatment. Only that he could have a calm, serious conversation about what you’d messed up. Most of your coworkers had to be handled in a different manner, he wasn’t dating them, he couldn’t just say “angel, you messed up, if you needed more time, we could have canceled our date.” or “I know I tell the others to come to me if you need help, but I’m literally in the other room. You don’t exactly have an excuse not to come to me.” 

     Sabo sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. There was another big project due at the end of the month, another ‘world will end if we don’t finish this on time’ project. He hated these projects so much, hated his bosses so much for projects like this. Acting like they had sticks up their asses and not giving a damn about who suffered from the long hours forced on their employees. Always giving deadlines that were far too short for his liking. It was as if they purposefully gave a shorter than necessary deadline. He’d change that one day, he’d climb in the ranks and become high enough to change things. He’d never accept projects unless he knew they could be finished without working his employees to death and he’d fire anyone who treated their employees like shit!

     A knock on his door drew him out of his thoughts, looking up to see your head peeking in through the cracked open door.

     “Hey, You got time for a short break? I got your favorite for dinner.” you called softly, holding up a bag of food and gently shaking it. Sabo smiled and sat up in his chair, beckoning you in.

     “What are you still doing here, Dove? Shouldn’t you be at home?” he asked as you set the food on the desk.

     “How can I go home and sit around when I know you’re pushing yourself so hard to get this project done in time? You know I hate going home to an empty apartment.” you said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

     “I know, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself. You need sleep and time to relax, not spend time in an empty office, alone.” he said, reaching over his desk and caressing your cheek.

     “What, you mean like you’re always doing? Sabo, love, you’ve fallen asleep in your office 5 times in the last 2 weeks trying to get this done. You’ve missed 3 meals and eaten in your office 8 times. The sooner I help you finish this, the sooner you can relax.” you said with a small chuckle, leaning into his hand.

     “Have I really? I’m sorry, Angel. I don’t mean to be for so long. You know I prefer the comfort of our bed.” he said, running his hand through his hair again as you pulled the food out.

     “I know, that’s why I’m still here. So we can finish this sooner. Let me help, we’ll get it wrapped up faster this way. You know I’m capable of taking care of things.” you offered, handing him some food and utensils. 

     “I know, I know things would go faster if we did them together, but I don’t want your health to suffer because of this. I hate seeing you look so tired and worn out.” it was true, he’d never felt so bad as when you overworked yourself helping him with these stupid deadlines. The times you had fallen asleep on his desk late at night trying to help him. The dark circles and bags under your eyes when you’d stayed up 3 nights in a row to finish a ‘our company will go out of business if we don’t finish this’ project. And he’d never forgive himself for the time he’d passed out from overworking and given you the scare of your life. He’d woken up to the paramedics in his office as you hovered around him with tears brimming in your eyes. He’d had a talk with his bosses and HR after that one. They hadn’t given him another one of those after that. He was one of their better employees and did great work, they didn’t want to lose him. 

     “And what about your health? You know I hate seeing your health suffer too. This way we can split the work this way, that way neither of us is too overworked.” you offered, making him sigh. You were right. He knew you were right.

     “Alright, alright. Let's finish this part up then we’ll go home; and once we finish this project, we’ll take a weekend trip to get away and relax.” he offered. You nodded in agreement as the two of you started to eat. 

     It was a few weeks later that the project was finished, Sabo taking a moment to lean back in his chair and relax. The blond hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep in his chair until you were gently shaking him awake, a soft, sweet smile on your lips.

     “Dove? Did… did I fall asleep in my chair again?” Sabo asked groggily, sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes.

     “Yeah, don’t worry though, nobody really noticed. We all just thought you were working on the next thing you were given. I wanted to let you sleep, but it’s not good for you to fall asleep in your chair like this. Besides, if you fall asleep here, you’ll have a hard time falling asleep at home and I have the perfect evening all planned out for us so you can relax and enjoy yourself.” you said with a grin. Sabo looked at you and chuckled, shaking his head.

     “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? I’m supposed to be doing nice things for you so you can relax?” he asked, his eyes closing as he yawned.

     “I’m not the one carrying the weight of the world at work. Besides, no one ever said I can’t do things for you as well.” 

     “You spoil me, Dove.” he said softly, pulling you close, sitting you in his lap and nuzzling his face into your neck.

     “I spoil you? Sabo, you’re always doing so much for me. This is the least I can do for you.” you said with a laugh, enjoying the way he held you so lovingly.

     “Mmm, no, pretty sure you spoil me more. Always staying late with me, getting me my favorites and making sure I don’t overwork myself. I’m just repaying the favor.” he ‘argued’, grinning mischievously. He loved playing this little ‘game’ with you. Who’s actually spoiling who and why. How you deserve everything he’s done for you and how you think he deserves the world. Always ending in sweet, loving kisses and endless ‘I love you’s. 

     “As much as you know I’d love to continue this, I promised the others I was just asking about our next project and they’ll get suspicious if I take too long.” you whispered, pouting at the idea of your sweet moment being interrupted. Sabo sighed and nodded as well, letting you go.

     “Alright, alright, but don’t work too hard. I heard from a very reliable source that you’ve got a date at a nice restaurant tonight and you don’t want to be late for that, do you?” Sabo asked teasingly.

     “You’re right, my darling husband is spoiling me again and I can’t let all of his hard work go to waste.” the both of you laughed as you reluctantly headed for the door, giving him one last longing look before returning to work. You had to admit, you really loved working with him, loved how the two of you had somehow managed to make an office romance work.

[ai0lisauce]

On The American Promise

I.

I need to vent somewhere.

Like so many my age, I was raised on the promise of America, the idea of freedom and bravery and justice, and as a child I wholeheartedly believed it.

But I am older now and I am not blind to the horrors my country sponsors in the name of that very same promise. This land was quite literally stolen and this country built through a history of violence and oppression.

But I. I thought for a moment that America was better than this. I really did. I thought we could change, and that we could show the world we could change. No one country should have this much power on the global stage, and I am terrified on what the ramifications of this election will be.

Am I a fool for still holding out some tiny morsel of hope for the American promise they sold me when I was a kid? Because I know so many of you feel how I do. There is some part of me that really, desperately wants to believe in a brighter future, because fully detaching from the propaganda I was fed for years is a hard thing to do.

As I write this, nothing's been called yet officially, but, I've been bracing myself for the official news, and short of a miracle there's nothing Harris can do to win.

So to my non-Americans, I am sorry. A lot of you are furious with us for not making the very clear choice here, and rightfully so, and all I can offer you is that this country is so fundamentally broken that I do not think we can recover. I wish the US didn't affect so many other countries. I wish we didn't sink millions of dollars into our military presence. I wish we didn't flood foreign countries with weapons of war. I really wish the America I grew up believing in was the one we all could have.

To my fellow Americans, I. I don't know what to say. I am so angry with some of you, but in truth the system itself is broken. Trump is a vile man that has preyed upon so many of your problems. He is a parasite who will break this country in half to satisfy his own desires, and he will split the Earth as collateral. I do not wish death upon people, but I hope his death is long and excruciating for all the pain he has caused.

I used to be proud of my citizenship. And as I've gotten older, that pride has been chipped away at until I've come to the point where being an American is my deepest shame. This country is broken, and I fear we may be at a point of no return.

I want to grieve for the America I was promised, and the few times I thought I had it. The times I felt that wonderful American-Midwest kindness. The times random strangers supported my family as they acclimated to a new community. The times I made friends from across the country, and we felt bonded by being Americans despite the differences in our cultures and skin tones.

But the America I was promised has always been a lie. I was born and raised on stolen land, and my hometown was watered with the blood of thousands before me. Growing daisies and tulips on bloodied soil doesn't hide its history.

Tomorrow, I'm expected to go back to my classes and hold my head up high. I'm expected to look one of my professors in the eyes and know that he voted against my own rights. In the days to come I will need to hold myself together because if I don't have hope, I truly have nothing anymore.

What I can say to my fellow countrymen is this; I do not believe in America as an institution, but I do believe in many of the people of this country. I believe in the people who offered me kindness and friendship even though they were strangers who only shared citizenship with me. I believe in my community, who work at a grassroots level and forge ahead even if change is slow. I believe in my family, who chased the American dream in a brand-new country just so I could make the world a better place.

Trump could destroy America, but I cannot let him destroy me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely fucking terrified for the fight ahead, but my alternative is to lay down and die, and I'd rather die fighting. I'd rather die fighting for my family, for my friends, for the kind American strangers who don't deserve this, and for the citizens of the world who didn't get a say in this election.

I hope those of you who voted for Trump understand why I'm so heartbroken by this. I hope you're capable of even beginning to comprehend why.

And all that said, I'm not going down without a fight.

But first, I'm going to grieve the American promise.

(I don't normally say you should reblog something explicitly, but if you can I think reblogging would really help people if they're feeling doomed or depressed tonight)