#listen to them. i beg you pleeeeease

[birduwu]

listen to 'Help She Can't Swim' please please pretty please, great band quite like Los Campesinos' early stuff but they haven't made music since 2010 sadly

[jimmyneutron877]

"Keep Dancing With Me"

• Pre War Cooper Howard x Reader! Fluff!

(Cooper and you dance together 🥺)

“C’mon Coop! Please just teach me even a little step, pleeeeease”

You and Cooper Howard have been together for a while now, since after he and Barb got divorced, and you had been begging Cooper to teach you the Western line dancing he claims to know.

“No- c’mon- its embarrassin’ please-” He refused you every time saying he was embarrassed, he was “too busy” or he “wasn't in the mood”, but he wouldn't get away with it this time, you wouldn't have it.

You left the couch with a Hm, and disappeared into the bedroom, this was automatically suspicious for Cooper as you’d always persist and plead, and then he heard it… Johnny Cash. He got up from the couch, put his paper down and started for the bedroom, but not before you appeared in the doorway, you gestured for him to come closer with your finger, and when he moved forward you did too, until you both met halfway.

“Cooper Howard, you are going to teach me a dance, or I'll make you” Your voice got low and serious as you looked into his eyes.

He let out a sigh, defeated, “Fine, gimme your hand, put the other on my shoulder” he took your hand with his and guided his other hand down to your waist and gripped it firmly.

You always loved his hands, they were strong and big, and you almost fit into them completely, your hand disappeared into his, like his hands were made for you, and he loved that too.

He showed you the footwork to one he called “Lori's Cha-Cha”, and the beginning was easy, however, you kind of bombed out anything after that, so you two just stuck to the beginning part. It was nice, energetic and intimate at the same time, you were both laughing for the first time in a long time. Johnny Cash was definitely the best pick for this dancing.

“Havin’ fun?” He teased with a smirk, flashing his teeth.

“Yes, I can definitely see you are, you've loosened up, your shoulders aren't as tense” You noted, sending a cheeky smile to him.

“Yeah yeah, whatever” Cooper rolled his eyes.

“Why didn't you ever want to show me before?”

“I don't know, I never thought you'd be so interested in it, I always thought it was a cheesy thing we always had ta learn in school” he spun you around gently and his hand left your waist for a split second before you came back around.

“Aw Coop, you don't have to be embarrassed about it, I love it, I'm always interested in you..I find it really charming, and what better way to woo someone than with your line dancing?” you teased the last part and he scoffed but he knows you meant the beginning.

“I’m sorry for always shovin’ you off before, I also thought you were kinda just teasin’ me ‘bout it” he said that and stopped for a moment, “Actually I'm sorry for not really payin’ attention to you much at all lately, things have been…stressful, and painful, but you didn't deserve the distance, I'm sorry” he looked down and the dancing slowed.

You watched and listened to this, it made your heart ache thinking of everything that's happened to him. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself, but most people took him for granted, and that hurt.

“Coop, look at me” you took your hands and held the sides of his face to make him look down at you again, “It’s okay, I know what you've been through, I know it's been so stressful and you've been hurting, but I'll always be here for you, I love you so much, more than words, and I'll stand by you for the rest of our life together, I love you”

You pulled him down and his lips met yours, he melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your whole body, keeping your warmth against him. Letting out an exasperated breath, he relaxed and leant into you and your arms linked around his neck to further deepen the kiss.

When the kiss ended you two just looked into each other's eyes. His amber eyes radiated with the orange sky setting through the window, the green hints flickered like filtered leaves.

“You're beautiful you know that Y/N…” he said dreamily after a while of him studying your face too, “How did I ever deserve you?”

You smiled at his sweet words and gave him another kiss.

“I love you so so much Coop, now please keep dancing with me…”

A/N: Thank you for reading! It's been a while, but I absolutely love Cooper Howard/The Ghoul and the Fallout series, so here I am 😍

Do not borrow/translate/steal

[10-honglazia-24]

Wooyoung’s POP+ Live…Solo(?)

ミ★ oneshot

Pairing: Solo content, MxM interactions

Chapters: 1

Word count: ???

Rating: 18+, mature, legals only, mdni !

Genre: smut, solo smut, porn with a little plot, follow up plot

Warning/tag: idol!wooyoung, fan!viewers, masturbation, edging, praise, fingering, begging, idol!san, just POP+ live smut, wooyoung being teased by another member, wooyoung getting more than he bargained for, pervert san, ONLY anal fingering and jerking off, hair pulling, dirty talk, degrading, really foul, revenge edging

Summary: After teasing and observing San having some fun of his own, thank to a simple pair of shorts he had chosen to wear, Wooyoung himself gets worked up and can’t help but turn on a live and work himself over a little for his fan. Unlike the lovely machine he used in his last session, he’s got a different ‘toy’ to try.

Inspiration from: Ateez as Camboys (Pt. 1) written by @akistaytiny

Follow-up of: San’s POP+ Live Solo written by myself

After posting the picture up on his POP+ account, Wooyoung couldn’t help but bite his lip as he scrolled through the comments. Reading through the begging crowd of fans telling him to take care of himself and to share it with them. Just wanting to see his cock out for them. Some wanting him to use his machine again and others wanting the view of his cock more than penetration. He’d be lying if he had said the comments himself didn’t already have him leaving a damp spot in his shorts.

So, quickly pressing himself up off of his bed- He moves to the couch, sitting comfortably with phone in hand and going through to the functions to starting a live. The comments flooding with screams and the myriad of nicknames the fans had for the other.

“Wooooyoung!”

“Wooyoung-ie!”

“Babyboy!”

“Has our Wooyoung come to share?”

Wooyoug can’t help but giggle before greeting the fans with a smile as he tosses his bangs aside. “Hellooo~ Your Wooyoung is here~ I couldn’t help myself, so I came to see you guys.”

As Wooyoung speaks and is watching the comments, he sees the fans notice very well enough that his other hand is occupied. Only holding his phone where they came see his face and shoulders…Other hand obviously working on his cock. Slow form strokes as he notes his lip.

“Wooyoung please show us~”

“PLEEEEEASE”

“Babyboy you promised you’d share~”

“Don’t tease us like you did Sannie”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but give a breathless laugh, sighing out as he leans back against the couch more. Blonde bangs falling to cover one of his eyes as he did so. Biting his lip as his hand begins to move faster. Cheating rising as he bites back a moan.

“You want to see~? Okay.” With flushed cheeks he finally tilts the phone down to show only his hand wrapped around his length. Moaning out softly as he teased at the slit with his thumb. A sheen layer around his cock and his fingers, lubing himself with his own precum. Only moments into admiring the scene, Wooyoung entertains his fans some more before spitting onto his cock to lube himself up some more. Another needy moan falling from his lips. Loud sighs of pleasure resonating from him as he takes turns between stroking himself and fondling his balls. With already flushed cheeks he looks back down to see the comments.

“Ugh, Wooyoung do that again~”

“you’re so hot Wooyoung”

“That’s so sexy~”

“Wooyoung-ie spit on your cock again please~?”

With a sheepish smile gathering at his lips, he does just as he’s requested. Spitting onto his cock again and stroking himself even faster.

“Wooyoung listens so well~”

“He’s a good boy. Right?”

“Wooyoung-is is our good boy~”

There’s a whimper that threatens to spill from the others lips. Slowly moving his hips to meet with the motions of his own hands. But the longer he watches the comments, the more he can’t hide the sounds.

“Y-Yes…I’m your good boy~…I- I like you to watch me…T-tell me how to do it…W-Wanna be good for you…”

“Wooyoung-ie is being so good for us~”

“So good for ATINY 🤭”

“Mmm~, A-ATINY…what should I do now? Tell me..” There’s a desperate tone in Wooyoung’s words now. Licking his lips as hungry eyes look down to the comments and he sees a few directing him to undress himself a little more. “Take them off? Okay-“

He then take his hand from his cock. Now moving to prop his phone up onto the table that was in front of the sofa. Making sure there was a better view for the fans. He pushes off his little black shorts first, revealing that there wasn’t even any underwear on underneath. Now propping his feet on the couch- Knees up and holding his legs spread to give the fans a full view. Showing off his pink hole and everything above. Hand quickly coming back down to begin stroking himself again. He kept the comments open once he knew the angle was good so he can focus more on seeing them rather than seeing himself…And that’s when he saw it…A certain comment but not from a fan…

“Lose the shirt.”

Wooyoung swallows seeing the highlighted comment, and more than familiar username. His legs closing slightly but his hand never stopped.

“S-San-ah I thought you were sleeping?”

It’s then that Wooyoung swears he can feel the other smirk from beyond the walls.

“Sannie!”

“Oh my god.. what’s happening now.”

“Is San going to help Wooyoung too?”

“Mmm, should I return the favor?”

There’s a whimper that falls from Wooyoung’s lips. Closing his eyes as he refuses to look at the comments for a moment. It was one thing getting to tease San- But the other was usually never bold enough to counter in such a way. He already knew San had watched his lives and even though he never commented until he had fucked himself into his machine, and now- The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind ever since. Why was he feeling this way?

“Be a good boy, Woo~ Didn’t you say to give them what they want?”

“Yes, please take off the shirt”

“We want to see everything babyboy~”

“Pleeeease~?”

With a defeated whine Wooyoung does as he’s requested- Removing his shirt and dropping it to the floor. His entire nakedness now brought into view for the fans now…And San.

“Spread your legs more- Show me your hole again?”

“Ahhh Sannie!?”

“Ah~ Sannie couldn’t sleep because of Wooyoung”

“🤭🤭🤭”

Not even able to recognize any other comments aside from San’s at the moment, Wooyoung feel his face grow hotter. Biting his lips and doing jsut as he was told. Spreading his legs more. Showing off his weeping cock and puffy hole.

“Fuck, that looks tight- But I’ve seen what you can put in~”

Wooyoung’s body shivers and his cock is seeping even more precum at the thought. His hole and cock twitching just at the thought. Hole already aching for something more. But he didn’t want to use any toys this time. He wanted to push himself with his own hands. He wanted to feel skin and warmth.

“Wooyoung-ie, you know what we want~”

“Wooyoung, be good and give yourself a finger”

“You’re being such a good boy, do what they say”

“But don’t touch anything else. Just your hole”

Wooyoung is craning his head back with a whine. Before uttering a soft ‘okay’ and he brings his fingers to his mouth. Two of them, shoving them past plush lips and sucking on them slowly at first…Before it’s a slobbery mess, drool coming down the corner of his mouth.

It’s then that a bold and devious idea crosses the others mind…

“Mmm- San~…Mm, Atiny…San-ah~…” The other suddenly begins to moan around his fingers. The list rushing straight to his head as he’s loud and vulgar with his actions. Drooling going down his hand as he soaked his fingers.

“Fuck. Wooyoung-“

“Wooyoung-ie if I was there-“

“🤤🤤🤤”

“💞💞💞”

“Such a good boy look at that mess”

“🥵🥵🥵”

“San, are you seeing this???”

“San-ah, Wooyoung is being so bad because you’re here now”

“Sannie???”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but smirk a bit around his fingers. Seeing San’s sudden silence in the chat, he felt like he had earned himself a win. Now taking his sopping fingers from his mouth, astring of saliva following, as he brings them down to play with his hole. Circling one of the digits around his rim. Watching the comments roll in even faster. Now begging him to put a finger in.

“I’m supposed to be begging you, Atiny~…But okay, okay I’ll do it.” Wooyoung promises in a breathless chuckle before slowly slipping a finger inside. Brows knotting slightly and mouth gaping to let a moan spill from his lips.

He’s fucking himself now.

Working a single finger in and out, nice and slow for his viewers. Glossy eyes coming open to watch the next string of comments…Still not seeing San…Instead. He hears his door suddenly open, and with a gasp, he slams his legs shut, before he realizes who it is.

“Wooyoung-?”

“What’s wrong-?”

“Who came in!?”

“😖 Oh no he’s in trouble”

“Baby??? 🥺”

But it’s soon they see the huge nervous grin gathering at Wooyoung’s lips as he glances to the camera then back to the figure that entered his room. Now spreading his legs again. Biting his lips as his eyes stayed glued towards the direction of his door. Continuing what he was doing before. Eyes glued to whoever had entered the room.

“Come see your fans~…” He moans. “They want to know who couldn’t help themselves-“

It’s then that the fan are finally able to see San. Making his way into view as he takes a seat on the couch next to Wooyoung. Immediately taking a hold of the others chin and claiming his lips in a messy kiss. For a moment it’s just that. A hungry, desperate exchange of lips as Wooyoung’s hands never stopped touching himself. His eyes though were open, glancing to the comments as he smirked into the kiss before gently pushing the other away with the hand that was previously on his cock.

“D-don’t be rude…Greet my fans.” He says and San mutters something before looking to the camera with a smirk. Licking his lips before running fingers through his hair.

“Hello everyone~ It’s better to see me here right?” He asks and his eyes are immediately scanning the comments with a smile.

“SAN?!”

“That was so hot..Do you guys kiss a lot?!”

“Sannie, I won’t be able to make it much longer with you here…”

San chuckles, glancing back to see Wooyoung who was back in his own world. Head tilted back against the couch as his hand was slow around his cock. Working himself open with a second finger now.

“We kiss sometimes…But not like That- Not in a Long time…Wooyoung gets shy. But it’s cute~”

As San was having his little conversation with the viewers, he can’t help but laugh hearing a strained ‘shut up’ from the one behind him. Now licking his mouth again as he moves back to the couch.

“Should we help him cum?”

San looks to the comments- And feels his face heats up at the last he reads.

“Of course we’re going to let him cum!”

“Babyboy deserves it”

“Sannie, he’s so cute, you heard him~”

“What do you wanna do with him, Sannie? 🤭”

“What do I wanna do with him..?” San repeats and he slowly looks to Wooyoung, who is now raising his head from the couch, looks at San with anxious eyes.

He can see something flicker in San’s eyes.

Something dangerous.

But at the same time the same anxiousness.

It’s then that Wooyoung retracts his hands, now moving to press his lips to San’s for a moment before moving to whisper in his ear…

“Hey!!”

“Wooyoung-ie, Tell us too!”

“:( that’s not fairrrr”

“Maybe they’ll tell us later”

“Wooyoung is such a tease-“

In the moments of the fans comments rolling in, the two are changing positions. San taking Wooyoung’s place on the couch as he pushes his sweatpants down just far enough to show off his erection. Wooyoung now moving to straddle San’s lap in the reverse cowgirl position. Carefully straddling the others length so that it’s nestled between his cheeks. The smaller immediately but slowly beginning to rock his hips. Causing a groan to escape from his lips. San’s hands immediately coming up up to grip at the others waist. Slowly exploring the smallers body, traveling over every dip and curve before gripping his thighs. Teasing up and down along them before one of his hands finally comes to wrap around Wooyoung’s length.

“H-ha…Fuck~…Y-yes…” Wooyoung sighs out as he told his head back with a soft moan. Letting his eyes fall closed as he feels the soft hand, firmly jerking his cock.

“Does it feel good? Y-Yeah?” San can be more heard than seen speaking with ragged breathes as his free hand continues feeling up the other.

“Mm, feels good…” He then lifts his head to bring his attention back to the comments. “I-Is this good? Are you guys okay with th-this?”

“Woo, baby is that a real question?”

“I’m about to finish twice because of you two~”

“Please, please let us see a replay”

“I can’t stop touching myself”

Wooyoung can’t help but give a breathless laugh before turning his head to relay the things the fans are saying. Completely amused. Excited. Aroused. He felt absolutely exposed to his viewers to his friend and he loved it. The feeling of being craved and watched by so many eyes…In the moment, it was the greatest high he could ever imagine. In private, yeah they would help each other. Kiss. Get creative. But never have they done it in an audience before…

“I’m glad ATINY our enjoying themselves…Getting to cum and feel good because of us~…Our own little good girls and boys~” San adds and even though he’s mentioning the fans the words have Wooyoung’s body shivering.

“Wooyoung-ah?”

“H-Huh?”

“Can I put one of my fingers in..? Maybe…”

Wooyoung’s mind short circuits at the question. San’s fingers inside him. They’d never done that before…But how could he complain? Biting his lip only thinking for a moment, he spreads his legs before looking up to see the comments wanting the same thing.

“D-do it…Wanna cum for ATINY…from your fingers…Th-they want to see it too.” He says in almost a whisper as he squirms and readjusts in the others lap. Giving him a better position to let his fingers meet his hole.

But he doesn’t feel his fingers there, no.

Instead there’s two fingers prodding at his lips and Wooyoung is parting plump folds to take in the two digits. His gaze set on the camera as he slowly works his tongue around the other fingers. Moaning shamelessly around them as San’s hand continues working his length. San’s fingers fondling and pressing against Wooyoung’s tongue as the sensation and the sound of it all of course got him even harder. It’s then that San’s hand now is picking up the pace when he notices the change in his pitch…and the pace of his hips. Wooyoung’s ass gave his cock more attention the more SAN’s hand jerked and played with his cock for the camera. Peering over to see what he could of the comments and loving that the audience was getting the best view there was: Wooyoung’s face. His cock. But the fans couldn’t quite see his hole anymore. Not with it rubbing against San’s length the way it was.

“Wooyoung~ The fans want to hear you get more vocal~…You’ve called their name a lot…Say my name.” San bites his lip just at the thought, now slowly pulling his fingers from the other mouth and Wooyoung shakes his head.

Only grinds his ass harder against San’s length. Making the other throw his head back with a curse, and tugging on Wooyoung’s cock in a particular way that has him giving a similar reaction.

“F-fuck… Wooyoung.. Please- J-just once…Say my name, please…”

Despite San’s obvious begging, he’s ditching the others length and grabbing a handful of his balls. Roughly tugging and fondly them. Smacking at them before doing the same to his swaying, weeping cock.

“Haa~ Agh~ Agh God- F-fuck- Oh~” Wooyoung squirmed in the others lap. Hips shamelessly bucking into his hand and grinding back against the leaking cock that was nestled between his cheeks.

“Just say my name already- Fuck, man cmon~ Cmon Wooyoung- Cmon…”

As if with emphasis on each word, San is thrusting his hips more, chasing his own high as he fucks himself between Wooyoung’s asscheeks. Relentlessly abusing the others cock still. Wooyoung still denying the other What he wanted as he muffles his own moans tucking his lips in.

“Waaah, Sannie is getting his revenge ~”

“Is he though? Wooyoung still won’t say his name 🤭”

“Wooyoung sounds so pretty either way~ I’m so jealous~”

“Sannie looks like he’s about to go in!!!”

San notices the comment and smiles. “Thank you you’re right. Maybe if I put it inside him-“ San groans slowing the pace of his hips, now moving a hand up to grab a handful of the others hair, yanking his head back. “Is that what I need to do, Woo? Use my cock like your little machine?”

Followed by the yelp he made when his hair was pulled, and San finally shoving those two wet fingers inside of him- Wooyoung whimpers and there it is:

“S-San~…San, San, San~…”

San’s name slipping from his lips in the most pathetic and delicious tone.

“HE SAID IT!”

“😭 I’m really jealous now.”

“Oh Wooyoung-ie do it again you’re so cute~!”

“Just let it feel good”

San’s action stutter for a moment as he sees the sudden highlighted familiar user pop up in the spam of comments- It wasn’t long before the fans themselves were confirming the other presence for them.

“Seonghwa 🫶🫶🫶!!!”

“Seonghwa, you like to watch?!”

“Shhh~ Atiny I love you💞, but let’s focus on them. Don’t miss it.”

“😭 Awh!!”

“Wooyoung’s face Looks so cute right now!”

“Wooyoung actually gets shy when we watch~ I can’t help it.”

“He’s so loud, I like to see what he’s doing”

“Look at how cute~ San is doing a good job.”

San can’t help but smirk as he sees the comments. Or the arousal that’s ripping through every nerve.

“Do you see that Wooyoung? Seonghwa thinks it’s cute too..He’s watching us~ Watching you. Th-the way you sound- Fuck~…C-Cum for them Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung’s mind was a haze. Sans voice almost muffled in his ears, but it was those very words that were throwing him closer to the edge. San’s hand tight around his cock. His fingers mercilessly working his hole, shoving themselves knuckles deep again again. And they were all watching. His fans. His members even…Everyone. Everyone was watching him. Seonghwa for sure was watching him. But who else…?

“C’mon Wooyoung~…Cmon baby, be a good boy~ Wanna see you cum- P-please…So close..Fuck- Fucking cum, Woo, fucking make a mess on all over my fingers…Want to taste it.”

That was his breaking point. With his hands coming around to grip the red locks behind him, he’s crying out in a string of high moans. San’s teeth sinking into his neck without a second thought and it’s the prettiest cry he’s ever heard from Wooyoung when the smaller cums all over his hand. Panting raggedly as he bucks his hips. San helping milk every last drop from him. Not being able to tell from all the sweat that had gathered there, San’s own release was running down the smaller’s back, slowly grinding his softening cock against the mess.

“That was amazing~”

“Oh…Oh wow…”

“I feel dizzy…San, Wooyoung that was amazing…”

“You two were so cute~”

“Hongjoong heard you too”

“They were so loud, that’s what I love”

“So fucking pretty 💞💞💞”

“You should do more lives together, please 😭”

With exhausted smiles, Wooyoung and San read through the comments. Wooyoung resting back to chest in San’s lap. San’s hands still lazily roaming Wooyoung’s body, before he’s taking out his own phone to begin scrolling through comments from his own subscription. The two of them eventually taking turns getting up and going to clean themselves off before inevitably deciding a shower was the better option.

“Are you going to shower together!?”

“Woosannie shower time?”

“Post pictures pleeeease~”

“Just one!”

Wooyoung giggle as he finished reading the comments. Running his fingers through his hair one more time as he entertained a few more questions.

“Maybe~ We’ll see. I have to go clean up now. Thank you all for coming and spending time with me today.” He says before blowing a kiss to the camera, then leaning to whisper. “And for bringing San too.”

And with that, he giggles before closing out the live. Now making his way to the shower that he did in fact share with San. A little while later the two entertaining the fans requests and posting a picture of the two of them in the shower. Just the view of each others hands on the others cocks.

They finished up and San was going to go back to his room after chatting with Wooyoung for a bit- But a soft knock at the door would interrupt their conversation…

[hdhdgsgs]

Hi Hi! Idk how I ended up here lol (maybe through Bard’s page?? idk) anyway! I see that you’re writing for Osomatsu San right now! Would I be able to request your headcanons on every matsu comforting their crying significant other? Pleeeeease? lol I love the comfy stuff

First post back from writers block/burn out, I know some aren’t as long as others and I’m sorry it’s not consistent but I love the idea!

Osomatsu

For a little bit after you start crying he’s stunned, he’s not sure what to do. He’s comforted his brothers before but they’re his brothers, you’re a whole different person that he hasn’t learnt his whole life to comfort.

He’ll pay your back first then offer an awkward hug that turns into cuddling and crying into him with him rubbing the back of your hair and saying how you’ll be ok, kissing your head every now and then.

If you don’t want to be physically touched he’ll just tell you it’ll be okay and that he’ll listen if you need to talk, just constant sweet talking and he’ll throw in a little flirting or joking around if he feels like it’ll make you feel better.

He’ll even offer his beer or to eat instant ramen with him, he might even ‘force’ (ask) his mother to make him and you something, to which she would say yes and comfort you as much as she could and as she’s raised 6 kids at the same time, she’s pretty good at it.

He’ll offer you sex, half-joking, but if you take him up on his offer he’d be delighted to help, whether that means fast and rough or slow and sweet. He’d totally even be willing to get none of the pleasure himself because he wants to make you feel good (and he’s a pervert), you deserve it after all.

Karamatsu

He’s read up on this a LOT before so he can understand and comfort his future partner. He loves you and asks before every little thing he does, if you want ANYTHING he’ll run all over Tokyo as fast as he can to get it for you. If his brothers are around he’ll either boss them into doing things for you or he’ll threaten them to stay as far away as possible so you can be in piece.

Affection needed? He’s ready, he’ll do anything to make you happy, even if it’s (not shaming anyone) kissing your feet. He’s ready, cuddles are elite and he’s petting you everywhere he knows you like, kisses galore and touching places he knows makes you giddy. At one point he thinks about tickling you to see you laugh but he decides against it after thinking for a minute.

For gifts and acts of service, he’ll go ALL over Tokyo, fuck, even Japan if he has to, all to make you happy. If he can’t afford he WILL beg, steal and take what he needs to. He will empty everyone he knows bank account, or maybe just hatabou’s cuz he’s rich.

You want words of affirmation? He’s got it, words sweeter than ever before come out of his mouth, comforting and reassuring you until his vocal cords stop working and still then he’ll write it all down. He won’t joke around until he knows you feel good enough, so he will test the waters, every now and then with little jokes before unleashing his attack of humour to make you laugh.

Quality time, no problemo. He’s sitting and laying and standing around, just being with you, if you don’t want to talk he won’t, he’ll give you tissues, water, a plush, ice cream and just sit with you. He isn’t used to not talking for so long but he will anything for his karamatsu angel.

Choromatsu

Worst one of all of them, but he’s trying his best. He will pat your back and say “it’s not that serious, you’ll be okay.” Please get mad at him… he isn’t hurt by it for the most part, he’s used to a lot worse by his brothers.

Eventually he’ll learn and get better but at the start he’s grossly bad for someone who reads romance manga on the daily. He might try things he sees there, affection and tissues/water but after a while he’ll honestly just sit next to you and stare into space. He’s perplexed.

If you ask him about getting something or doing something for you, he will be a dork and salute, immediately getting up to help. He might put on some idol shows on tv or try and distract you by putting together a figurine with you. Choromatsu would offer a beer or sake to cheer you up, since it always makes him feel better (even though that’s unhealthy). Some more of his ideas include forcing Totty to search up ways to help, making his brothers embarrass themselves to make you laugh or running around doing things for you (which they will do in the hope you might like them too because you were able to fall for Choromatsu, but they won’t make it that obvious). Cuddles are a thing choromatsu has always been hesitant about, meaning he has to be insanely vulnerable, but he’ll throw away all vain the second he sees you upset.

Ichimatsu

Panics but keeps it on the inside so you wont stress more. He decides to treat you the same way he treats cats, only knowing how to cheer them up. So he’ll buy you food or get it from his cupboards and pet your head. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while giving your head a massage (which he’s surprisingly good at) making sure to focus behind your ears and the top of your head. Ichimatsu loves getting kisses but he’s not too confident on giving them so he won’t kiss your lips for his own comfort but he will kiss everywhere else, up your arms, your neck, your face, your head, everywhere else however if you ask him directly he will buck up and give you a small kiss on the lips, followed by more as he gets more confident. Orders his brothers around if you need something since he’s giving you affection at the moment.

Sends out a cat signal(idk) and gets all the little fluffy bois in the area to come and cuddle up! (As a chubby girl myself) He WILL put you on his lap for cuddles, he doesn’t care about weight at all whether you’re underweight, average or overweight. He wants to hold his kitten no matter what. If you end up eating something he’ll physically feed you like a baby, feeling very protective.

Jyushimatsu

Cat eyes, thinking face. Stays like that for a few second then runs around grabbing everything he can think of. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, water, tissues, a baseball, snacks and one of his hoodies. He brings it all and offers them, setting up a calm little area and wiping your tears with his sleeves, finding it more intimate than tissues.

Jyushimatsu sings a little song while laying you back on his chest and rubbing your back. He’s very used to comforting Ichimatsu so if you don’t want to be held he’ll know exactly how to help, he might even ask ichimatsu to help him get a cuddly cat for you. Wiggles his arms and and does the water trick too, but if you don’t respond he’ll stop immediately. Sits next to you and writes a love letter, detailed with all his feelings for you, he puts it in an envelope, seals it and hands it to you like you couldn’t see the whole thing being made, he’s VERY bashful about it too. Jyushi will also make you drink water to rehydrate and whisper meow over and over again in a sing song voice because he knows it helps Ichimatsu so surely it’ll help you right? Just need a distraction? He’ll talk about baseball for hours, the history, his favourite players, the rules and how to play it.

Todomatsu

Best equipped to handle it, doesn’t go about it well. Todomatsu doesn’t, in fact, use his phone. He feels it would be gross to use his phone when his partner needs comfort, and he panics wanting them to know he loves them more than life itself but not knowing how. He pulls you into a tight hug, telling you it’s going to be okay and that he loves you. Todomatsu will run his hand up and down your back while the other one is in your hair massaging the back of your head. He will push away his feelings of discomfort for a second to grab his phone, putting on soft music to help you relax, including a playlist he made especially for when he got a partner and he needed to comfort them. If Totty even sees a glimpse of a brother in the corner of his eye, they will be gone as soon as possible to make you feel safer and calmer. He hums along while he tries to make you fall asleep in his arms, I’m all honesty Todomatsu will do ANYTHING for his partner, he won’t let you go a single day feeling sad or bad because he truly adores you more than anything in the whole universe.

[plum-writes]

Submissive Kylo Ren Blurb

A/n: writing this little blurb because Kylo Ren is literally so submissive, like, he would so whimper and do anything to get you off and keep you happy, no one can convince me otherwise. There’s literally not enough fics of him being subby and all puppy eyed for you. Like, this man hasn’t ever had the touch of a woman, he’s a soft baby when it comes to that xx

Notes: smut, sub!Kylo Ren, soft!dom!reader, p in that v, whimpering, begging, edging, praise

“P-Please…” Kylo squeezed his eyes shut, his thighs tensing and trembling at the same time as he tried to control himself. He felt so deliciously sore. He grit his teeth and whined again, his deep voice coming out thick and airy,“Pleeeeease, I’ve been so good- ah!”

He cut himself off when you squeezed down harder on him, grinding your pelvis on top of his, a wet squelch ringing in his ears beautifully. He squeezed his fists, clenching them by his sides(you ordered him not to touch you, wanting him to be good and listen to you, seeing how far his self control could go when it came to you. It was dwindling fast.) and couldn’t help the little buck his hips gave. He whimpered and opened his eyes to look up at you. They were shining softly with how fucked out he was.

“Please…,” he spoke again, softly and gently, panting out shaky breaths and looking at you pleadingly. You huffed a smile at him and stroked your hands from his stomach up to his chest.

You knew exactly what he was begging for.

It was the same thing he’d been begging for for the past hour. The past hour that consisted of you riding his thick cock into the bed, grinding against his face until he was glistening with your wetness from the chin down, making him finger you until his whole had was dripping with your release and then making him suck it into his mouth.

The last hour of you cumming endlessly on him cause your sweet little puppy was being so good for you. Making him laying down and just taking it, successfully not losing himself simply because you didn’t give him permission to.

He listened to you, to any little thing you said, no matter what hell he felt when you kept persistently pushing him to the edge and then taking away his relief. He listened cause he didn’t want to do anything to disappoint you, not even a little bit. Like the good boy he was.

So you decided to indulge him, concluding that he had been so good for you- the best for you, that he finally deserved the relief he wanted.

You leaned down, pressing your naked chest against his and feeling his cock throb at the close contact he so desperately craved.

You cupped his face sweetly between your hands, smile growing at how he desperately leaned into the touch, and you brushed your nose against his. You nuzzled him for a few moments, purring at the way his long lashes brushed your cheek when they fluttered closed. They were so wet that they were getting clumped together, his lips so plump from him biting them, and you sucking on them, that you couldn’t help the throb your cunt gave.

God, he looked like such a pretty mess right now.

You gave featherlight kisses on his lips, and whispered against them. “I think you’ve been such a good boy for me. Haven’t you, baby?”

He whimpered, leaning in to try and get even closer to you, slowly nodding his head once he registered your words. You smirked at his dumb expression, and indulged him by giving him firm little pecks, starting on his lips and then scattering them all over his face. You spoke in between them.

“I-,” a kiss on his lips “think that you-,” a little kiss below his jaw that had his mouth dropping open “deserve-,” a last wet kiss on his ear before you whispered headily in it “a reward.”

He gasped and leaned up slightly, hunching over in pleasure, his hands flying up to grip your back when you revealed that you were finally gonna give him release. You let it slide when his eyes looked into yours, all wet and pathetic, and so pleadingly, begging with his wrecked voice, “Please.”

And how could you refuse him?

***

Thank you all so much for reading<3<3 there’s not enough fics of men being blubbering, whiny subs and I just had to indulge🌚 hope you guys enjoyed💖

[distant-screaming]

since our goal with this ask game is clearly to get you cancelled (/j), here u go: 🚫 💭 🏳️‍🌈 😡

Oh my god I actually hate it here guys why am I even friends with people who only wish me harm /j

🚫 what trope do you hate and why?

OH MAN the seme/uke dynamic in the sense of a clear 'top' and 'bottom'. Likeeee why guys we don't need this please!! Begging! You could do so much with different dynamics and personalities on my hands and knees pleeeeease!!!

💭 something you find annoying in BLs

The episode 11 breakup curse. It's always such manufactured angst I don't want it‼️ Some shows do do it well but as a whole it's just so. why. let them be happy I'll watch two episodes of just fluff I promise.

🏳️‍🌈 something you wish wasn't so common in BLs

Um. Obvious answer? Sexual assault. It's taken so casually it gives me ulcers every time it's shown on screen. Funny answer? Engineering students. Can we have different majors I promise there's so much comedic potential hear me out okay listen -

😡 your least fave character

There isn't any character I necessarily hate, but I rewatched FUTS recently with my sister and I. why is Mork like that. I can't deal w him every time he comes on screen my first reaction is to go 'POND 😍✨💖💕' and my second reaction is to go 'MORK 😐💀💢👿'

[karolincki]

Dearest coffee machine, my beloved

Summary: Lambert and Aiden own a coffee shop together. Yet some days their coffee machine refuses to comply. Bribes and sweettalking seem to be the only solution, but what is if she turns a deaf ear to their begging?

I wrote this ages ago, cleaned it up with the help of @flightsfancy22 and I'm now posting it as part of the @reverseprompts current challenge! I hope you enjoy it

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It was a calm morning. Lambert had enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his walk to the cafe he owned with Aiden. The man in question was yelling at their poor coffee machine as Lambert entered.

“Come on, you stupid…argh! Why won’t you work for me?”

Lambert cackled as he stepped closer. “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden, you never learn. You need to speak to her more gently, then she won’t be a bitch to you. I never have a problem with her.”

Aiden just stuck out his tongue at him. He tinkered some more with the machine, but she just huffed and puffed and then went silent.

“Woooork, pleeeeease, I need to make money with you.” But the machine stayed silent.

Aiden dramatically flopped over the counter.

“Look at her, she is mocking me.” Aiden glared up from between his arms at the very innocent looking coffee machine. Lambert just huffed and pushed Aiden to the side.

“She wouldn’t, she is a beautiful angel, aren’t you?” Lambert cooed at her. “Look, you just need some kind words, click here, then here aaaaaand…”

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing was happening.

Aiden howled with laughter, spluttering words that Lambert couldn’t understand. Traitor, Lambert thought. He tried the same thing again. Still nothing.

“Well, sometimes you just need to restart her, you should know best that it takes some people more time to wake up,” he grumbled. Just yesterday it had taken him 20 minutes to throw Aiden out of bed.

Lambert restarted the machine, Aiden next to him still smiling way too cheerfully. Lambert boxed him in the side.

“Hey!” Aiden yelled while shoving back, which promptly turned into a little wrestling match. The machine just made some happy little crackling noises. Nothing could ruffle her feathers.

“Ass,” Lambert grumbled when he managed to pin Aiden to the ground, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“You started it!”

“Whatever,” he said, standing up with a groan. “Let's see if we managed to wake up our lovely lady.

Aiden sprung up with an elegant twist and threw himself over Lambert's shoulders. “Oh fair maiden, please take pity on us lowly peasants and bless us with your delicious coffee.”

Lambert rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. “You are ridiculous.”

“Hey, you said I should be nicer to her!”

Lambert listened with half an ear to Aiden complaining about how he was such a hypocrite, clicked a few buttons…and again, nothing. Their machine stayed silent. Lambert would never say so out loud, but he started to agree that she might be mocking them.

In defeat Aiden put his head on Lambert’s shoulder. “Maybe we should call in Eskel? He helped us with setting up the wifi.”

“The fuck we will! He will never let us live that down if we can’t even manage to get a simple coffee machine to work!”

So they started again. Cursed some more. Got the manual out. Cursed even more. Started threatening her. Sweet talked to her. Begged her.

But still. Fucking. Nothing.

The coffee machine just sat there, utterly silent and content to make them suffer.

Suddenly the front door opened and in stepped Eskel. He was carrying a huge box that smelled heavenly of freshly baked goods.

“Morning guys, I just finished baking the pastries for the morning and we got a lull at the bakery, so I thought I’d pop by and trade some sweets against a cup of coffee?”

Eskel grinned at the men behind the counter. Lambert looked over at Aiden’s equally defeated expression. They didn’t want to admit that they couldn’t make the coffee machine work, but neither of them could ever turn Eskel away. That would be like kicking puppies.

“If it is inconvenient, I can come back later? I did not want to bother you.”

Lambert panicked at the sad notes in Eskel’s voice. “No! No, you could never be a bother. It’s just that…that…'' Helplessly he turned to Aiden, but he had flopped over the counter again. Lambert looked back at Eskel, who just looked so lost in the door that he couldn’t help himself and just blurted out the truth.

“We really want to have you here, but you see the coffee machine is broken…”

“Lambert!!” came the angry hiss from below.

“…and we don’t know how to fix her. She is being really difficult this morning.”

A sly grin spread across Eskel’s face. “Broken you say? How could this lovely bringer of heavenly goodness be broken, let me see.”

Aiden groaned and mumbled into his arms. “Not Eskel too, now I have two of you idiots who think a machine can be sweet talked into working.”

Still he righted himself to look at what Eskel planned to do. Eskel pulled a pastry out of the box and put it on top of the machine.

“For you my darling. I know these two dumbasses don’t appreciate you like I do, but would you please let me have some coffee? I will bring you a pastry each morning.”

Lambert and Aiden both held their breath as Eskel reached out to press the exact same buttons as they had previously and finally, with a glorious rumble, the machine came to life.

Delicious coffee flavour filled the air as liquid black gold poured into the cup below.

Cheering rang through the little cafe. Lambert and Aiden couldn’t contain their joy. Eskel found himself suddenly with an armful of Aiden who was pressing kisses all over his cheeks.

“Thank you so much,”Aiden cried, still wrapped around Eskel. “I will never doubt your coffee machine whisperer abilities ever again!”

Lambert grinned and bumped Eskel lightly in the shoulder.

“I hope you are prepared to come now every single morning to bring madam here her pastries. You promised her. I will not let a pastry-bribing scoundrel like you break her heart, she is still my baby.

“Even if she apparently doesn’t love me anymore,” he added with a glare in the direction of the coffee machine, who again just sat there, quiet and peaceful after a job well done.

Eskel laughed and tried extricating himself from Aiden’s grasp, which was a job harder than it should have been. Aiden had a death grip when it came to cuddles, and seemingly more arms than an octopus.

“Why won’t you both sit down and I will make us two more cups of coffee and then we can discuss how you will appropriately bribe me to bring the lady over here her morning pastry.”

Seeing Eskel, personified sunshine and kindness, every morning? Lambert and Aiden grinned at each other. They would absolutely not have a problem with that.

[earlgreytea68]

I was just checking out a recent YouTube short (linked below) of Patrick playing piano, and it struck me that despite the fact that Patrick is largely allergic to social media, we've been getting a lot of little video clips of him like this recently, which has been nice. This of course, begs the question: How many do you think are the result of Pete following him around with a camera, and saying "Pleeeeease? For the kids??" 🥺

https://youtube.com/shorts/4DA42N6oLPQ?feature=share

Haha a very persuasive social media manager showing up! ;-)

Actually, I was thinking about this because in that Listening Party interview, Patrick says he doesn't do social media so he's been driving everyone crazy asking them if people like the album, and it made me think of how, two days after the album dropped, FOB posted that clip of Patrick two days into making the album saying that he hoped people liked it. That clip of Patrick had so, so many comments of people being like TELL PATRICK WE LOVE IT SO MUCH IT'S SO WONDERFUL, and when Patrick said he was pestering everyone to know what people thought, it made me think that FOB post was deliberately so they could just turn around and shove it in Patrick's face and be like, THEY LIKE IT, READ THE COMMENTS.

At least, I genuinely hope Patrick got to read the comments. <3

[enviedear]

i saw you said something about ex!anakin and i crave that pleeeeease 😇

request

omg thank god someone wanted this! lmao live laugh love exbf!ani

ex!anakin skywalker...

₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ who shows up to your apartment early as possible in the morning because he knows you're more likely to open the door. he likes how drowsy and needy you look. even though it's not for him, because of him, he loves seeing you that way. he'll beg for just a little of your time

'just breakfast. i'll pay.'

₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ and he'd insist on waiting for you to dress up. he wouldn't mind if you didn't, he truly does just want to spend time with you, but the idea that you'll still dress up for him. yeah, he enjoys that a bit too much. and god, will he treat you. if you're walking to breakfast, he's stopping street vendors and practically begging you to let him buy you something

'please, honey? it'd look so cute in your apartment.'  or  'let me pick you out a bouquet, okay? for my pretty girl.'

₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ and it won't matter how many times you explain, show, or tell him that you aren't 'his' in any kind of way— he'll still act just the same. if he's driving though, he'd make a big show of putting on your most recent spotify playlist. truthfully its the only reason you don't block him on it. all other apps, however, he is blocked. his messages are muted and barely get answered, but he still never stops. anakin is so dedicated to you that most people think you're still together, maybe just one of those 'lowkey' couples. at breakfast, anakin will urge you to order your favorite cocktail

'you deserve it! one drink won't hurt, baby.'

₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ and you listen almost every time. your time with him is never only relegated to breakfast though. he'll make up anything just to keep you around; you need to get groceries? anakin can take you. you need new shoes? anakin can buy them. you have an appointment? anakin's offering to take you. he once sat at the dmv with you for an entire day just to be near you. you'll play into it, because you figure you deserve it. payback for how inconsistent and absent he was in an actual relationship.

'why couldn't you have remembered i liked this when i was actually dating you?' 'oh baby, it's 'cause i'm stupid'

—anakin skywalker would be the best ex.

[platoniclokiimagines]

just,,, braiding loki's hair and putting flowers and stuff in it? thats all. do with that what you will :D 👍

A/N: This was so Soft to write. Thank you for requesting it.

WC: 1200

Rating: G

TW: None

When you had suggested the idea of braiding Loki’s hair, it really hadn’t seemed like such a big deal. Thor wore braids in his hair all the time, and you’d even seen Hela allowing Loki to braid hers, an honor that only Loki had been entrusted with, as far as you could tell, and you had to admit, they were quite good at it.

So one afternoon after Loki had finished with Hela’s hair, you sidled up to where they were still sat, hands behind your back as you twisted back and forth on the spot.

“Hey, Loki?”

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

You pouted dramatically. “That’s no fair, I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“Please, I can practically feel the mischief emanating from of you.”

“Oh, is that a special skill that comes with being the God of Mischief?” you teased, flopping down next to them on the couch.

“No, it’s a special skill that comes with centuries of causing mischief,” Loki jabbed back, finally looking over at you. “Go on, then, I’m listening.”

You beamed, now that you were in the clear. “Can I braid your hair?”

Loki seemed taken aback by the request. “Beg pardon?”

“Your hair? Can I braid it? I watch you braid Hela’s all the time, and I know Thor wears them, too. I just wanna see how you look in them.” You put on your best puppy dog pout, the one you knew Loki had little chance of arguing with. “Pleeeease?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Loki seemed genuinely confused at the idea, and you found yourself shrugging in response.

“Just do.”

Loki narrowed their eyes as they regarded you, seemingly trying to find out what your true motive was. “…and what will this braiding entail?”

Leave it Loki to know you didn’t just want to braid it. “Well, I was gonna wash and dry it for you, and then braid it, and then… maybeputsomeflowersinit?” You rushed the last bit in the hopes that Loki would gloss over it, but as luck would have it, they did not.

“Flowers? You want to put flowers in my hair?”

“Just once. Just this once. Pleeeeease? I won’t even take any pictures.” That they would see, anyway.

Loki looked at you appraisingly for a long moment, and then finally gave a huff of a sigh. “You will, but fine.”

You beamed. “Yes. Can I do it now? You’ve still got the hair ties out, anyway, and there’s all kinds of flowers out on the ground. I’ll even let you pick them out.”

“...of course you can.” Loki was putting on a big show of looking like there were a thousand other things they would rather be doing at the moment, but you could tell that they were happy to be making you happy.

Half an hour later and you’d gathered some flowers with Loki, gone through the process of washing and drying their hair, and were back in the living room, Loki sitting on the floor in front of you while you sat where they’d previously been sitting on one side of the couch.

“You know, I didn’t take you for a sunflower kind of a person,” you admitted, looking over at the bunch of flowers ready to be added to Loki’s hair.

“…they were my mother’s favorite.”

The both of you got quiet for a long moment. Loki rarely talked about their mother, fondly or sadly, as it was a topic that weighed on all three of the Odinkids to varying extents. And you didn’t ever want to say the wrong thing when she was mentioned, so you usually just let one of them do the talking until the topic of conversation changed.

“…I think it’ll look nice right at the back of your head, at the top of the braid? And then we’ll add some of the other flowers along the back as we go down.”

Loki nodded once, and settled down to sit still as you got a comb and sectioned off their hair so that you could begin to braid it.

A small part of you had banked on Loki being a little more restless while you were working. Had expected them to be their usual, mischief-making self and make comments or squirm and refuse to sit still, causing you to have to stop every five seconds to remind them to stop moving. But the second that you started braiding, they fell incredibly still and silent. You almost wanted to check to make sure they hadn’t stopped breathing.

“…you can still talk, you know,” you murmured, feeling the need to match Loki’s quietness as you tucked the sunflower into the beginning of the braid.

“Are you saying you’re not enjoying the peace and quiet?” That sounded more like Loki being Loki, and you couldn’t help but to smile.

“That’s putting words into my mouth.” You huffed out a quiet laugh, and Loki did the same before falling silent again, and this time, you did the same. It made it easier to focus, anyway, and you had to agree, it was rather peaceful, just braiding their hair in the calm silence of the living room.

You worked for a half hour, sectioning of parts of the braid to make smaller braids and weaving them all together with the different flowers Loki had chosen. They’d actually picked out quite the variety from the flower garden on the grounds. There was the sunflower they’d chosen, but there were also some daisies, some peonies, and even a hydrangea, which had given you a slightly difficult time with settling into Loki’s hair, but by the time you finished, you were rather impressed with your own work.

You couldn’t resist taking a picture of the back of it, even though you’d told Loki you wouldn’t, but you wanted to remember how nice it looked. There was something about the way that the bright colors of the flowers looked against the inky black of their hair that just made it look all the more beautiful.

“…you should wear your hair like this more often,” you declared, handing Loki a hand mirror so they could see the back of their hair in a mirror that you were holding.

“What, so Thor and Hela can tease me about it to no end? No, thank you.” Once again, Loki was acting tough, but you could see the smile in their eyes as they turned their head back and forth, so they could see more of the flowers in their reflection. “…it does look nice, though.”

You smiled, setting the mirror down and scooting down to sit on the floor next to them. “Doesn’t it? I don’t think I’ll ever manage to make something look that nice ever again.”

Now it was Loki’s turn to give you an exaggerated look of offense. “Are you saying I’m not good looking without the flowers in my hair?”

You grinned, and braced your hands on the floor, already preparing to bolt. “Yes.”

You could only imagine how silly you looked to the rest of the team, shrieking as you darted through the Compound being chased by Loki with flowers in their hair.

[mypoisonedvine]

this might be really dark but skeevy pervy chris jacking off one day into your underwear and you walk in on him all gaspy like “w-what are you doing?” like if he’s your roommate or something

oh my godddd i love this oml, dark roommate chris??? yes pls  (implied noncon under cut)

first of all, who knows how long he’s been up to this sort of thing

like maybe you were roommates first and he started creeping on you later...

or maybe he only moved in with you because he wanted to get closer to you

either way he’s using this closeness to listen to you at night when you think he can’t hear you, using a vibrator on yourself

he definitely cockblocks you whenever you try to bring a guy over, doing everything he can to keep you from seeing anybody else

but he only gets away with it by being your best friend, always there to cheer you up after a long day of work, hoping to get on your good side so you’ll finally call him over to your bedroom when you need him most

until then, he has to relieve his tension somehow.  after all, what’s a guy supposed to do when his hot roommate is walking around in tiny pajamas, or even just a towel after a shower?

when you leave for work, he waits a while until he’s sure your gone and makes a quick dash for your drawers, inspecting your supply of toys

he smiles to himself, thinking about how you act all innocent but own stuff like this

he can so easily imagine how you would look laying on your bed with your legs spread, teasing your clit or maybe just skipping the foreplay and fucking yourself with your dildo. 

he’s very happy to see that he’s bigger than all your toys.  he wants you to struggle to take him a little, beg him to slow down, whimper from being stretched too wide...

that’s what he imagines as he starts to stroke his cock, which had been achingly hard all night after you’d made a brief appearance before bed in just a tank top and panties

he both loves and hates that you’re getting so comfortable with him.  on one hand, he was never going to be mad about seeing more of your body, but on the other, clearly you don’t see him the way you should if you’re dressing like that in front of him.

he wanted to bend you over right then and there, scold and spank you for being so careless.  you should know not to show off your body in front of me like this, i just can’t help myself.  just because i’m your friend, did you forget i was a man?  i’ll fuckin’ remind you.

he groans as he finds some lube in one of your drawers, and borrows some to put on his hand.  it makes it so much easier to imagine it’s your pussy instead.

if he was fucking you, he would make sure you wouldn’t need to outsource any lubrication.  he wants to tease you for hours until you’re begging him to fuck you.

you had begged him for something once-- it was just a favor, nothing too interesting-- but the way you’d batted your eyelashes and whined pleeeeease, chris? while you tugged on his sleeve... it made it easy to imagine that you were begging for him instead.

he moves his hand over his cock faster as he pilfers through your underwear drawer, finding a few bras and panties that indicate you don’t only dress for practicality.  he wants you to dress up in lace for him so bad; he wants to unwrap you like a present.

he notices a pair of underwear discarded on the floor, and picks them up.  he’s surprised to find that they were damp and sticky at the crotch-- had you gotten so wet overnight that you had to change before leaving for work?

sick pleasure tingles in his spine as he runs his thumb over the puddle of arousal.  he wants to smell it, taste it, but at the same time, he wants to wait until he was experiencing the real thing to do that.  so, instead, he reaches down and wraps the fabric around his cock, using it to stroke himself faster than before.

fuck, baby, you feel so good, he moans to himself, closing his eyes and imagining you were there with your legs wide open.  in his mind you’re pleading for him to fuck you harder, and he does, stroking his cock faster and feeling his balls tighten as he realizes he’s going to come soon.

he imagines you begging for his come, crying as you scream that you need it to fill you up...

he cries out your name as he fills your dirty panties with his seed, coming harder and faster than he has in probably years.

after that it becomes a routine, jerking off into your underwear whenever he gets the chance.  sometimes even multiple times a day.  with the stains of wetness that you left yourself, his come doesn’t seem out of place.  he knows you wash them all before you wear them again, but he imagines you wearing panties filled with his come just for fun anyways.

he starts getting bolder, more reckless.  he’s more aggressive with you when you were home, too, like knocking on your door when he knows you’re touching yourself on the other side so he can see you with your flushed face and awkward body language as you try to hide what you’ve been doing.

but even with that, he doesn’t expect you to catch him, for some reason.  he’s so focused on imagining you that he doesn’t hear the door open.  he’s about to come in your panties again while he imagines pounding into you; the imaginary you is moaning his name over and over as you squeeze his cock with your own orgasm.

chris chris chris oh my god don’t stop please, chris--

chris?!!?

oh shit.  that last one wasn’t imagined.  he opens his eyes but it’s too late, he’s already coming and he can’t stop even as he sees you looking at him with disgust and shock.  

what the fuck are you doing?

he tries to slur out an explanation between panting breaths. uh, it’s not what it looks like--

you start to turn to leave and he doesn’t know where you’re going but it can’t be anywhere good.  he chases after you and grabs you, your panties long discarded but his cock still hard.

don’t act so surprised, you had to have known that i wanted you.  and you wanted me to.  otherwise you wouldn’t walk around the apartment in those skimpy outfits, or leave your toys and panties so easy to find.

you try to push him away but your struggle is laughably one-sided; he’s so much stronger than you, and he can’t wait to use it for something more exciting.

you’ve been wearing my come between your legs for weeks now, i can’t wait for you to feel the real thing.

[lovemeleo]

New York State of Mind (Part 2)

I had planned to have this posted earlier but here I am, right before the end of our Peanut’s birthday. Whoops. Here is Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

These OCs and their world belong to @lumosinlove.

cw: mentions of food

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It took the three of them around 30 minutes to finish getting ready with only minimal interruptions, which honestly wasn’t bad. Sometimes they could take an additional hour if they were distracted enough. But once Finn was reminded of the plans, he was not going to get off track. 

Finn knew people didn’t think he was good at presents. They honestly weren’t wrong, he was really bad at buying gifts. He never knew what to buy. But experiences. That he could do. He liked planning things that he thought the people he cared about enjoyed. And his boys. He knew his boys better than anyone. So when it got close to Leo’s birthday, him and Logan sat down and began planning. While Leo was easy to please, and would’ve probably been happy just having dinner at their house, this was 20th birthday. It had to be perfect. And it honestly had been so far.

He watched as his boys pulled on their jackets, tucking wallets and phones into pockets, “Don’t forget gloves. And a hat. Not a snapback, Lo. An actual keep your ears warm hat. We’re walking and I’m not gonna give you mine when you get cold.” Finn announced, pulling his own hat down over his hair. He also made sure to grab a small backpack, just in case they purchased anything while out and that way it was all easier to carry.

“How far we walking, Harz?” Leo asked as he pulled his gloves out of his suitcase, tucking them into his pocket as he followed the other two out of their room to the elevator.

Finn hummed, glancing up from his phone, “Ah, less than three miles. But we’re going to make some touristy stops on the way to the final destination.”

Raising an eyebrow, Leo glanced over at Finn, “Final destination? Sounds sorta ominous, mon rouge.” He said as they made their way out. A wall of cold air hit them as soon as they walked out of the hotel.

Finn began leading the way to 7th Ave, tucking his phone back into his pocket. This was his city, he knew where he was going. 

Him and Logan had taken turns planning days during the trip, and today was his day. It was probably his favorite one that he planned. He even kept most of it a secret from Logan.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Leo’s head was constantly on a swivel as he took in the huge busy city. He had been to New York for games, but he never really got to look around or do any of the fun touristy stuff that everyone talks about.

“I know where we’re going.” Logan shouted as he looked around, recognizing the area from when Finn had shown him around. “We’re go-” 

A swift elbow to the ribs cut him off as Finn gave him a look, “Don’t tell him!” He interrupted, hooking his arm through Logan’s as they kept walking. 

Letting out a chuckle, Leo looked up ahead to see tons of lights and people. His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes lit up with recognition, “That’s Times Square, isn’t it?” He asked, bouncing excitedly on his toes as he picked up the pace a bit.

Finn grinned, dragging Logan along as they tried to keep up with the giant speedwalker, “You got it, baby. We’re gonna do a longer stop here later in the week to look around and shop and such but I figured you’ve gotta get your tourist in Times Square photo to start out with.”

As they finally got into the square, Leo couldn’t help himself as he stopped right in the middle, spinning a bit to try and get a look at everything. He’s seen it in movies and pictures, but those could never do it justice. “This is insane! There’s just so many people.” 

Finn took a couple pictures as Leo looked around, a grin spreading across his face, “Peanut, this way. I’ve got the perfect place to take a picture.” He insisted before he began leading the way.

“The top of these stairs is the perfect spot. You can get like all of downtown in the background.” Finn explained excitedly as he led Logan and Leo up to the top. The two boys shared a look as they followed him up, a warm smile on both of their faces as they listened to him talk. “So first we’ll do Leo by himself for his birthday, and then we’ll ask someone to take one of the three of us, okay?”

Leo smiled, making his way up carefully, “Sounds good, sweetheart. This a good spot? Can you get everything in?” He asked, as he leaned on the railing. Finn leaned back with Logan standing behind him to make sure he didn’t fall.

“That’s great, Nutter Butter. Now gimme a big smile!” Finn said, unable to hide the giant grin behind his phone as Leo smiled. He loved that smile. It took over Leo’s face, lighting up whatever area he was in. You couldn’t help but smile right back at him.

Him and Logan both quickly looked at the pictures, smiling as they scrolled through to make sure they came out okay, “Perfect, Sunshine.” Finn said with a soft smile as he looked up at his boyfriend.

As he showed Leo the pictures, Logan found a lady to take the pictures for them. She followed him up the steps with a grin, “Alright, who’s phone should I take it on?” She asked.

Finn quickly switched over to the camera app and handed it over, “Mine please. Thanks so much.” The three of them moved to the top again with Leo in the middle as she situated herself to get the best picture.

“Alright, boys, smile!” She said with a grin. Logan couldn’t have picked a better person, as she seemed to take a bunch for them, moving to get better angles and everything. When she handed the phone back to Finn, there were at least 20 photos taken.

Finn scrolled through them, setting his favorite one as his background before looking back at her, “These are perfect, thank you so much.” 

She shrugged with a smile, “It’s no problem at all. Hope you guys have a good rest of your day.” They watched as she headed back to her group.

“Can you send me all of those please?” Leo said, resting his chin on top of Finn’s head as he looked at the cute shots of them. Finn had already created an album on his phone just for pictures from this trip, so he added Logan and Leo in so they would have access.

Looking at his boyfriends, Finn smiled happily, “Y’know, we’re pretty fucking adorable.” He said, holding up his phone background.

Logan shook his head with a laugh before pressing a kiss to Finn’s cheek, “Well yeah, mon rouge. I could’ve told you that.” He said with a smile. It was still weird to be able to kiss or touch in public without worry. They had only come out a month or two ago, so there was still that brief moment of panic of ‘Oh no, did anyone see?’ before realizing that it didn’t matter if they could. It was nice. 

“Alright, let’s keep moving. If you see anywhere you want to stop today, we can. We’re actually a bit ahead of schedule.” Finn said as he glanced at his watch. They made their way down the stairs and continued heading down the street.

They hadn’t even made it two blocks down 7th Ave when Logan let out a gasp, his eyes wide as he clutched at Leo’s hand. The taller boy followed his gaze before letting out a laugh. On one side of the street was Hershey’s Chocolate World. The other had M&M’s World.

“Guessing you wanna make a stop, Lo?” Leo asked, squeezing his hand.

Logan looked over at Finn, puppy eyes in full effect, “Pleeeeease, baby. You know how much I love chocolate and it’s Hershey and M&Ms, I promise I won’t be too long! Please please please!” He begged, his hands coming up to squeeze Finn’s cheeks.

Letting out a laugh, Finn nodded, “Of course, Lo. But what if we just do one today? We’ll be coming back this week and that way you don’t have to rush through both of them?” 

“Yes! Hershey’s it is! Let’s go!” Logan cheered, quickly making his way to the shop. Leo and Finn quickly walked after him, following his red hat as he ran through the doors. When they got inside, he had stopped in the doorway, eyes practically the size of saucers. The store was covered in different types of Hershey’s chocolate, as well as things like caramel apples covered in Hershey’s chocolate. 

Finn chuckled softly as he watched Logan’s face, quickly snapping a couple of photos of the awe on his face. Fingers intertwined with his as Leo came up next to him, snapping a couple pictures of his own, “I’m gonna send a picture to Loops. He’s going to be so jealous.”

“Lo, you okay? I think this might be the quietest I’ve heard you.” Finn asked, nudging his other boyfriend with his hip.

Logan turned to him, eyes still wide, “I think this is heaven.” He whispered.

The two boys couldn’t hide the giant smiles that formed as they watched the shorter man start to wander the store. After the fourth bag of candy was handed to them, they finally relented and grabbed Logan a cart.

“Lo. Babe. Love of our lives. My backpack is only so big. Where do you think we’re going to put all this chocolate?” Finn asked as he leaned on the cart.

Logan shrugged, putting an XL KitKat bar into the cart, “It’s alright, Harz. The nice Hershey’s lady told me I could leave it here and pick it up later.” 

Throwing his hands in air, Finn let out a laugh, “Of course she did. Is she gonna let us use the cart to carry it to the hotel?” He shared a fond look with Leo over the cart. In all honesty, he would carry all of the chocolate in the world on his back if it kept that smile on Logan’s face.

After around 30 minutes in the store, Logan had fully filled their cart as well as got on first-name basis with the ‘Nice Hershey’s lady’ who’s actual name was Liz. Now he was finally finished. They left his treasure of treats in the capable hands of Liz before heading back out to the road.

“Alright, now we’re heading to the surprise. It’s about 30 minutes, but it’s a nice walk. We go past part of the park.” Finn said, fixing his hat over his hair again.

They started their trek, stopping every once and awhile to take pictures at various spots like Strawberry Fields and The Dakota. Then they finally arrived, Finn stopping abruptly in front of a cool looking building. He was practically bouncing in place.

“We’re here!” He said, gesturing to the building.

Leo looked up, reading the name across the side of the building, “Rose Center for Earth and Space.” His eyes widened as he turned to look at Finn.

“C’mon then, it’s almost time for our turn.” Finn said with a smile, opening the door for them. 

As they walked in, smaller versions of the planets were above their heads. Finn walked up the front desk, talking quietly with the man at the desk who smiled. He looked back at Leo and Logan, “You guys ready?”

Leo was clutching Logan’s hand as he looked around before nodding, “I mean it’s hard to be ready when I have no clue what’s about to happen, but let’s go.”

The man behind the front desk led them to a dark room that had a theater set-up, “Welcome to the Hayden Planetarium. You guys can sit wherever you’d like.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Leo asked as they sat near the middle, staring up at the huge screen.

Smiling, the man shook his head, “This is everyone. You have it to yourselves. Enjoy.” He said before walking out.

“Mon dieu..” Logan said, eyes wide as he looked around. 

Finn fiddled with his shirt as he watched their faces, “They were advertising their newest show on the hotel website.. This one is called Journey to the Stars.” He shrugged before looking up at Leo. “Told you I’d bring you the stars, Le.”

Reaching forward, Leo quickly pulled Finn in for a kiss, “Sweetheart..” He murmured, resting his head on the other boy’s forehead.

They pulled apart as the show began to start, sitting back in their chairs. Logan smiled softly, reaching across the back of Leo’s chair to grab Finn’s shoulder, “I don’t think anyone can say you’re bad at gift-giving anymore, Harz.” He whispered. 

Leo sniffled softly as he watched the solar system spread around him, the planets and the stars right there in front of him. Finn really got him the stars. His boys took him to New York just for his birthday. The amount of love he felt for them was overwhelming while also never being enough. He would spend the next 20 years and all of the years after that giving his love to these boys. 

Watching as the entire universe flew in front of their very eyes, Leo smiled. 

Because he already had his entire world. Right next to him.

[thisiswhatshefelt]

For Olivia | Chapter Two

Summary: Line cook Johnny “Coco” Cruz has made many bad decisions in his life, but his biggest regret is not being a part of his children’s lives. He reconciles with his teenage daughter, Letty, so he’s hopeful when he shows up on his four-year-old daughter’s doorstep. Shanice Hunter, a newly-appointed guardian, is determined to protect Olivia from anything— even if that means her own father.

Pairing: Chef!Coco x Black!OC Previous Chapter: One Warnings: This chapter kind’ve deals with a deadbeat parent, but we’re still in fluffy territory for now. Word Count: 2.7k

Chapter Two

~Six months ago~ Mel calls from outside the apartment the night. She’s at the door wearing the same smudged eyeliner she left with two days before, but she’s replaced her party dress with cheap, baggy clothing that are three times too big for thin frame. Her once flat ironed hair is reverting at the edges of her hairline. Shanice quietly eases outside so they can sit together on the steps.

“Do you remember when I first had her, and I begged you to take her? You promised me that I would learn. That I would get it right.” Mel rings the sweatshirt between her hands as if squeezing water from the fabric. Her hands become dryer between her fingers and at the knuckles the more she works her hands. “I’ve never gotten it right, ‘Nice. Not one time, so I’m asking you again–Please. Just until I get it together. I have to figure something out.”

Shanice sees how exhausted Mel appears in this moment. The weight of something more than two sleepless nights darken under her eyes. She’s never looked this tired. “What happened over there?”

She smiles even though there are tears falling from her eyes. “What happens in Vegas…” Shanice just stays silent, looking at her friend. Seeing the fracture splinter out even more. When she reaches out to pull Mel’s hand away from the bedraggled clothing, Mel’s lip begins to tremble. “He took everything, ‘Nice. Maxed out all my credit cards before I even realized he wasn’t coming back to the hotel room. A-All my jewelry, I don’t…”

“Oh, Mel,” Shanice says, and it’s all she can say as she moves herself closer to embrace the scared woman. “You can stay here with me until-”

“No, I can’t,” Mel objects, shaking her head and pulling away like she’s been burned. Shanice is about to insist, but Mel’s hand between them quells anymore protests. “I can’t. I have to do this on my own. Will you take her? It would just be until she starts Kindergarten–”

“Of course, Mel. I love her.”

The wrinkled paper, which she realizes is torn from a roll of receipt paper, now sits taut between her pinched fingers. It had his name and number scrawled on one side in handwriting that didn’t look that much different from the scribbling Olivia brings home from preschool.

Shanice doesn’t sleep well after Johnny appears on the doorstep. She doesn’t even leave Olivia’s bed when the bedtime stories end. For hours, she lays beside the girl, recalling past conversations she’d had with her best friend.

It feels strange to still call her ‘best friend’ now, though. Life divides Shanice and Melanie’s paths after college, but they regain closeness once Mel suddenly becomes pregnant and names Shanice the godmother. Shanice plays guardian even before Olivia is born, making sure Mel takes her prenatal vitamins and makes sure she keeps up with her doctor visits.

Now Shanice lays beside the girl so that their noses are almost touching, but her legs are too long for the mattress, so she has to tuck her knees up to fit. Loose strands of Olivia’s tight chestnut curls fall onto her eyelashes and Shanice tucks the strand back into one of her plaits.

Most people assume they’re related in some way because of how superficially similar they appear in passing. Shanice’s deep skin is just a few shades darker than Olivia’s tawny complexion. Their dark hair zig zags in soft, defiant halos when let out of the confines of twists or braids, but Mel is right there at the middle of Olivia’s face.

The bridge of her nose slightly widens before sloping into a rounded tip and it’s all Mel. Shanice leans in close to take in all of her scent before kissing her between the eyes and watching her breathe until sleep finally claims them both.

In the morning, Shanice is uncharacteristically sluggish, but that changes with her first cup of coffee. The morning ritual is completed with most of her mind on autopilot as Olivia talks at a million miles an hour through outfit changes and getting her hair styled into two French braids.

Shanice doesn’t realize she hasn’t been listening to most of the little girl’s one-sided conversation until the waffles pop up in the toaster. She juggles the hot waffles out of the machine and onto a plate before adding syrup and sliding it across the counter.

“Can we go?” Olivia taps her fingers on the counter, strumming her stubby fingers against the countertop.

“Wait, go where?” Shanice’s eyebrows knit together. She tries to recall the last few moments, but her mind is still on last night. The man at the door, and the panic she feels even as her face remains even. Coffee is a bad idea, but she’s now on her second cup.

“Can we go to the big park today. Please?”

“Funny,” Shanice says sarcastically. “I told you we could go this weekend, Mushroom, and it’s still–” Shanice makes a show of looking at her smart watch before her eyes land back on Olivia. “–yep, just what I thought. It’s still Thursday morning.”

Olivia clasps her hands together and squints her eyes as she squeaks out, “Pleeeeease-”

“Hey, hey, hey…ma’am.” Shanice isn’t very loud, but her words cut through just sharp enough to make a point. Olivia knows Shanice doesn’t tolerate whining and begging, so the little girl does the next best thing. Her shoulders slumped exaggeratedly, and like a sucker, Shanice falls for it as she quietly sighs. “If I get a good report from Ms. Wendy today, we can go to the playground at your school.”

“Kay!” Olivia’s eyes widen excitedly. “Can you tell mommy to come too?”

She can’t say that she’s been trying to call Mel all night, but the phone rings until the automated voicemail picks up. She wants her to pick up and ask how Johnny has her home address. It was better that the phone did go to voicemail because the conversation probably wouldn’t have been pleasant.

“I’m sure she’s gonna try her best to make it,” Shanice tells her just as her own waffles finish in the toaster. As she sips her coffee, she watches in slight disgust as Olivia smashes her bananas into each crevice of her waffles. “What’re you doing?”

“Makin’a waffles smooth.” Olivia fills some of the squares with the mashed bananas and takes a bite. “Want some?”

“Noooo thank you,” Shanice says, fervently shaking her head with a laugh. “I like my waffles with all the holes.”

After dropping Olivia off at preschool, Shanice makes her way to Damon Pope High School where she spends the first two periods with 9-12 graders, teaching them about the Harlem Renaissance before analyzing some poems by Countee Cullen and Langston Hughes. Teaching is exciting because she is always amazed at how astute these teenagers were with their analyzations. And their poetry is often some of the most beautiful she’s ever read. She’s excited to see the entries for the poetry contest this year.

At a free period, she shuts herself up in her classroom and tries Mel’s cell again. It goes straight to voicemail, and Shanice’s anger transforms into concern. She leaves another message, hoping for the best but thinking of the worst.

Shanice makes her way to Olivia’s preschool twenty minutes after the last bell rings and is there just as the first parents are leaving with their children. She’s soon inside and makes small talk with some of the parents and grandparents.

Olivia spots her and yells across the room of children and adults. “Aunty ‘Nice!” Olivia rushes over and grabs her hand before pulling her back over to the teacher, Ms. Wendy. “Tell her I was good, Ms. Wendy! Tell her!”

“Olivia…” Shanice tries to reprimand, but she finds herself biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

Ms. Wendy doesn’t hold in her laugh, and her wavy blonde hair dances with every shake of her shoulders. “Well, Olivia is always good, but she was extra special today.”

Olivia is beaming, but Shanice tries not to roll her eyes as she sees the little girl grinning. They say their goodbyes and walk outside to the playground where Olivia runs immediately to the slides. Shanice picks up Olivia’s backpack from the grass where it sits abandoned in the excitement and stands off to the side to make another phone call. The phone doesn’t answer but she gets a text message a few minutes later.

Hey girl. Got your messages! Been really busy lately but I’ll be over ltr tonight. Tell Liv I got her a present!! Xo

Shanice decides not to tell Olivia about the text message because she’s heard this before. She spends time with Olivia who looks up every time someone walks near the playground, hoping one of them will be Mel, but she doesn’t actually ask about her mother. There’s a destructive amount of hope in her eyes that dies with every passing moment.

There’s that hope Mel will show even at eight that night when Olivia is fast asleep. Shanice still has hope, but she knows it won’t happen.

I have something important to talk about, Mel. It’s about Olivia’s bio dad.

At ten, Shanice’s phone buzzes in the middle of grading assignments.

Sorry! Forgot 2 tell u I gave Johnny yur address! I didn’t know what to tell him. figured you would know what 2 do??

Is Liv upset I didn’t show?? Tell her I’ll be there in a couple days xo

Shanice is so angry that she only replies with

She’s fine.

before tossing her phone on the other side of the couch.

It’s more than sending a complete stranger to her home. It’s more than ignored calls.

Figured you would know what to do.

But Shanice doesn’t know what to do. She really wants to keep Mel included in their life. Keep her included in the decisions she has to make for Olivia, but Shanice is slowly accepting that she’s alone in this now. She can’t keep playing the role of a glorified babysitter.

The piece of paper is still on the night table when she goes back to retrieve it. Her emotions are driving her as she paces back to the couch to retrieve her discarded phone, so she doesn’t realize how late it is until she hears the groggy voice pick up.

“Yeah, hello?” he answers.

“I-I’m sorry,” Shanice says now caught off guard. It’s nearly midnight. “Is this Johnny?”

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“It’s Shanice,” she tells him. “Can we meet?”

Shanice pulls her car into the Tres Reyes lot during her a free period the next morning. It’s a quaint white building with a terracotta roof that looks almost like someone’s home, if not for the large sign on the face of the building in bold letters.

Once inside the diner, she can feel the warmth from the kitchen blanket every bit of her skin, but it isn’t as oppressive as the heat from the California desert. The white from the outside also paints the wall inside, but there are bright Spanish tiles on the floor which makes Shanice feel like she’s stepping on artwork. She also now feels wildly overdressed in her pencil skirt, blouse and heels.

A few older Latino people are scattered throughout the diner while some college kids occupy most of the other tables.

“Cuántos personas?” a teenage girl asks, coming from behind a desk near the door. Shanice fights the teacher in her that wants to ask, Shouldn’t you be in class?

“Uh, dos personas, por favor,” Shanice replies, quickly recalling something from her Freshman year at college.

The girl asks in Spanish, gauging whether or not she speaks the same language and by her accent, the girl nods. With a quick, disapproving twitch of her eyebrows that only a teenager can manage, she says, “Right this way.”

“Are you waiting for Coco?” the girl asks, nonchalantly placing two menus on the table.

“I…I mean, I’m waiting for Johnny?”

She nods again then turns slightly in the direction of the service window that separates the kitchen from the dining. “Coco!”

A few of the guests jump at the girl’s voice. Johnny walks from the kitchen, chastising her with his eyes. She shrugs back with an impressive lack of enthusiasm. “My bad, alright?” she apologizes, returning to her hostess spot behind the counter.

It makes sense now why Johnny wants to meet here. Shanice had assumed he’d be a guest, not an employee. He sits at the table across from her with a shy smile. He’s wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt, so she can clearly see that his tattoos wrap the full lengths of his arms.

Unsure of how else to begin, Shanice opens with, “They call you Coco?”

“Only people that really call me Johnny is my mom when I piss her off,” he says, smiling slightly. “Thanks for meeting me, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Shanice mutters.

“You want something to eat?”

“Thanks, but I have to get back to work in a little bit.” She sighs then decides to do away with pointless small talk. “She’s four years old now. Where’ve you been?”

Straight to the point. The question visibly unsettles him, but she’s past caring.

Johnny–or Coco sits up a little straighter in the seat. “I’m gonna keep it real with you. I been in and outta prison most of my life–nothing violent, but I got locked up a couple months before she was born and was in for the first two years of her life.”

Shanice suspects as much, so she isn’t shocked when he admits this. She’s more concerned with what lands him there. “Define…‘nothing violent?’”

He clears nothing from his throat, “Possession.” The words roll out of his mouth like a secret, but it falls between them like an anchor at the bottom of a chasm.

She nods once. Coco’s anxious, almost like the kids she has to chastise for not doing their homework. The fact that he’s been to prison doesn’t exactly make her flinch. She has a few relatives that had been incarcerated at one point in time and others that are still in jail. Had it not been for pure luck, she could have ended up the same way at a young age. Especially during her college days with Mel.

Shanice can’t help but be hard. It must feel like an interrogation the way she fires questions and sits emotionless on the other side of the table. “That’s still two years unaccounted for.”

“Honestly,” he said with a wince, “I thought she’d be better off without me there. Being a good father isn’t something I know how to be.”

“What makes you so sure you can be a good father now?”

“Nothing,” he says plainly. “But I remember how I felt growing up without my dad. I didn’t feel wanted. I don’t want her to feel something like that. Especially not ‘cause of me.”

“There’s an audience,” she notes with her gaze set upon the service window.

He turns to the men. One is older with white hair and shadows of old acne scars on his somber face. One of the younger men sports an undercut while the other has his hair shortly cropped. By the downturned eyes the three share, it’s obvious that the three are father and sons.

The older man adjusts his glasses and disappears into the kitchen when he realizes he’s been caught leering. The other two put their heads down and start scrubbing away at the tiles in the window with small towels.

Shanice focuses again at her table mate and stares at him for just a moment much too long for it to be deemed comfortable. She notices his fingers are tapping against the table, and she suddenly recalls a moment from that morning when Olivia does the same.

It’s a different beat, but it has the same heart.

“Okay,” she tells him, looking up, and she watches Coco break out into a boyish smile. “Let me get something straight, though. There’s no ‘try’ in this. She’s had people in her life disappoint her, and at her age, she hasn’t really learned to stop being hopeful.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, revealing a familiar dimple.

“We’re going to the park downtown this Sunday. You can meet us there if you don’t have to work.”

“Yeah,” he said, still smiling. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

Shanice is driving back to school a few minutes later, chewing on the realization that it will most likely be another sleepless night.

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Next Chapter: Three

[curiosi-tea-writes]

Outcasts (One Survivor pt. 1)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth

Setting: Survivor AU / Modern AU

Summary: Grogu begged his father to spend 39 days stranded on an island with 15 strangers, and who was Din to deny his son such a simple request? What he didn’t anticipate was meeting Cobb Vanth while on the island and developing the largest crush he had ever had on a person. But in the game of Survivor, you can anticipate nothing.

Disclaimer!!! : While you don’t need to have seen Survivor in order to understand this fic, it is based off of 07x07-08 of Survivor. (Also a bit from an episode from Season 6, though I cannot recall the episode.) So if you have not seen those seasons, read at your own risk. 

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When Din had signed up for 39 days stranded on an island with 15 complete strangers, he was mostly doing it as a joke. His son was fascinated by the show, insisted that they watch it every week. Din thought he just liked the drama of it. It was Peli who brought up one day that Din should go on it. 

“Papa, pleeeeease,” Grogu had begged. And Din would do anything to please his son. So, he agreed to give it a shot. 

It was honestly fun, he had to admit. Seeing Jeff Probst in person was honestly one of the coolest moments of his life. And then he saw him.

Silver hair, just a little bit taller than him, gorgeous eyes. But the thing that caught Din’s attention most was his red scarf. Never mind that it was 110* on the island, but man could this guy pull off that scarf. 

Din felt it was destiny when he watched the man slide a red buff around his wrist, matching his scarf almost perfectly. However, his heart broke as he pulled a blue one over his head and settled it around his neck.

It slowly started to become an issue. Din would slack in challenges because the guy, Cobb he had learned after a day or two - though most of his tribe called him Cowboy, would show up shirtless. It was distracting to say the least. All of his tribemates were getting increasingly frustrated with him but Din couldn’t care less. His tribe was winning most of the challenges, so what was the big deal if he was like a deer caught in the headlights every time he had to go up against Cobb?

Sometimes Jeff would even call them out. During one challenge where they had to play a matching game, Din kept going to Cobb to ask him for items and Cobb kept going to Din.

“Din,” Cobb called with a smirk and he chuckled as his tribe groaned for the fourth time at him. When he got a hum in response, his smirk turned into a charming smile. “Do you maybe - possibly - have a seashell?”

Jeff laughed and shifted, crossing his arms. “Cobb, why don’t you just ask him what you really want to ask him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeff,” Cobb tried hard not to laugh, “Din?”

“Can you see into my box, Cowboy? How do you keep doing this?” Din laughed and walked the shell over to Cobb. He tried not to notice how Cobb’s calloused hand lingered on Din’s for a second longer than necessary - the way their hands had been lingering on each other’s the entire challenge.

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After what felt like far too short a time, Din’s heart shattered. 

“Noyapara, getting a look at the new Marseydotes tribe,” Jeff said as the other tribe came onto the beach. 

“Oh my god,” Fennec sighed and Din whipped around, his eyes wide.

“Cobb voted off at the last tribal council,” Jeff finished as Din tried not to show too much emotion for a guy he hardly really knew.

Fennec, the only member of Din’s tribe he had told about his little crush - really, she confronted him and he had no choice - took a step closer to him as Jeff continued speaking. “So close to the merge too,” she mumbled. 

That’s what Fennec kept telling him. “Just wait until the merge and you’ll be able to get to know him!” and “There’s no way they won’t keep him until the merge at least!” Din sighed sadly. The merge was any day now. They were so close and his tribe just had to vote him off.

“Alright,” Jeff spoke clearly, bringing Din out of his thoughts. “By now, you have collectively voted off six members from this game. And now, that’s gonna come back to haunt you.” The final ten players turned around and looked at each other. “Come on in, guys!” 

The six players who had been previously voted off came out on to the beach and Din and Fennec shared a bright smile as Cobb jogged out as the last person. It was impossible not to catch the wink Cobb gave him as he made his way past Din.

“Here’s how it’s gonna work,” Jeff started as Cobb took his spot on the third mat. “There are now three tribes - Marseydotes, Noyapara, and the Outcasts - the six people you have voted out over the last couple of weeks now have a chance to rejoin the game. Today’s challenge is for immunity. Whichever team loses to the Outcast tribe has to go to tribal council. That means, if both tribes lose, two tribal councils. Then, the Outcasts will have their own tribal council to vote in members to fill the slot of the people you just voted off.”

Din looked over to see Cobb and some of the other Outcasts smiling at each other proudly and Din couldn’t help the smile of his own. At this point, he was hardly listening to Jeff.

“Additionally, anybody voted back in from the Outcast tribe will be immune for the first tribal council following their return to provide them time to reintegrate back into the game.”

After explaining what they had to do for the challenge, all the Survivors took their places. Din watched, tied to the wooden gate, as one member from each tribe rushed to begin untying their teammates. Of course, Cobb was one of them. Fennec was flying through the knots for her and Din’s tribe but Din could see that Cobb was far ahead. He wasn’t surprised at all. 

Once he was untied, Fennec yelled at him to start helping with finding the key but he hardly heard her. “Djarin!” she scolded harshly, forcing Din’s attention to her. “Stop staring and help us!”

It wasn’t much use at that point. Cobb’s team had already gotten the key and was unlocking the gate. “Outcasts win immunity!” Jeff yelled and there was cheering from the tribe. He opened the other tribes’ gates and addressed them, “Two tribal councils. Two people will be voted out tonight, and two members will rejoin your tribes. You have the rest of the day to decide who’s going home. Head back to camp.”

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Din breathed a sigh of relief as Jeff read the final vote and it was neither him nor Fennec. Both knew that pairs can go far in this game if they play their cards right and Din and Fennec were determined to add their names to the list of pairs that prove that statement. Fennec bumped his shoulder as they carried their torches back to camp. 

“Hey,” she whispered, “maybe Cobb will get voted back in and end up on our tribe.”

Din chuckled and shook his head, shifting to rest his torch against his shoulder as he walked. “Don’t you dare get my hopes up.”

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Cobb took his seat next to the other Outcasts. At first, he couldn’t believe he had been voted off and he was furious. He was easily one of the strongest guys out there, definitely the strongest in his tribe. But he knew his tribe was preparing for the merge. Boba had teased him endlessly at camp about his crush on the other tribe. Cobb and Din had hardly spoken, just quick comments to each other during challenges, but he knew there was a connection there- physical if nothing else. It was understandable that his tribe assumed in the case of a merge, he might flip his alliance to be with Din. Cobb knew that wasn’t the case, but his tribe didn’t. And now, after almost his whole tribe voted him off, that was definitely going to happen if he had the chance. Sweet revenge.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” Jeff started once everyone was settled. “You’ll all have the chance to plead your case as to why you should be voted back into the game. Then you’ll vote. Two names, on two different parchments. Two people with the highest number of votes get put back into the game.” Once everyone nodded their understanding Jeff smiled and gave his own nod. “Cobb, let’s start with you.”

Cobb sighed happily and turned to address his tribe of fellow outcasts. “All I can really say is that I know I kick their asses. If you want an Outcast to win the game, I think I’m your best shot. Once the merge hits, I know exactly who I’m going to align with. I beat any of them at any physical challenge and I’m quicker in puzzles than half of them. I think I have one of the best chances out of us to make it to the end of this game if I get back in.” 

Everyone nodded and Cobb’s head began to spin. All he could think was, “did they all just agree with me?”

He listened to the other Outcasts plead their cases and then it was time to vote. Cobb casted his votes and dropped them in the urn. His heart was beating impossibly fast as Jeff said the words that are typically so dreaded and now held so much hope, “I’ll go tally the votes.”

Cobb shared a look of hopeful anxiety with his fellow Outcasts as Jeff came back with the urn tucked under his arm. Jeff cleared his throat and smiled and all the Outcasts couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. “Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The two people with the highest number of votes will return to the game.” Cobb attempted not to cringe at the change from the usual dialogue. “I’ll read the votes.”

Cobb held his breath as he name came up first. Then again. The somebody else’s. Then his again. Then again. “Sixth vote- Cobb. That’s five, our first Outcast revived in the game.” Cobb felt someone pat his shoulder and another tell him congratulations but he could hardly process it. *He was back in the game!*

“Alright,” Jeff continued once the second person, Bo Katan, was chosen and everyone had congratulated her as well. “Bo Katan, Cobb, the tribe has spoken. Come on up here, and relight your torches.”

Bo Katan and Cobb shared an eager smile as they steadily dipped their torches into the fire at the center of the counsel area. Cobb felt a wave of pride as he looked back at the other Outcasts, seeing their excited faces. They had all agreed in their time together that whoever was going back into the game, everyone was going to be proud of them. Sure, everyone wished it was them going in, but the fact that any of them had the chance was more than enough for them all. 

“Now time to choose what tribe you’ll be going to.” Jeff held out a bag to the two of them. “Who’s going first?” Cobb nodded at Bo Katan with a smile and she nodded back before turning back to Jeff with a smile, stating she would. “Alright. Since you were from opposite tribes to begin with, if Bo Katan pulls a red buff, you’ll be returning to the opposite tribes. If she pulls a blue one, you’ll be returning to the tribes that voted you out.” 

He held the bag out to Bo Katan and Cobb held his breath, attempting to will the universe to have her pull a red buff. 

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Din and Fennec had stayed up to wait and see who would come to their island. It was getting later and later and eventually, Fennec laid her head on his shoulder. 

“When Cobb shows up, don’t throw me off too quickly rushing to him,” she mumbled.

“Why do you keep saying ‘when?’” He questioned back, still fully awake. “What makes you so sure he got voted back in?” 

Fennec hummed and smiled. “Because, you two are destined.”

Din rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” He squinted his eyes a little to see out towards the ocean. He could just barely make out the outline of a boat. “Fennec,” he shifted his shoulder so she’d sit up, “they’re here.”

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Cobb leaned against a pole on the boat, taking in the feeling of the ocean mist on his face. He ran a hand through his hair before dropping it back into his lap. He let out a small chuckle as he rubbed the fabric of the buff on his wrist between his fingers. It had been such a long and taxing day. He could only hope that he would be able to get some rest once he made it back to camp.

He thanked the man driving the small boat as he hopped over the edge. He sighed as he took in the island before him, slowly making his way through the water towards the beach. He saw a familiar figure walking down the beach to meet him and he smiled brightly and honestly.

“I knew you’d get back in, Cowboy!” he heard them call to him with a laugh. 

He walked a little quicker to get up the beach before pulling the other man into a tight hug before pulling back and getting a good look at the other man. “Hey, Boba,” he sighed.

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Din’s tribe walked out onto the beach first. Din’s heart raced as he willed himself to turn around to see the other tribe come in. 

“Marseydotes and Noyapara, getting a look at each other’s new tribes,” Jeff said as the other tribe entered. “Bo Katan voted into Noyapara and Cobb voted into Marseydotes at the last tribal council.”

Din could hardly contain his smile. Now if both of them could just stick around until the merge.

There was mumbling among the tribes, each talking about who was voted back in for the other tribe. Jeff cleared his throat, drawing the attention back to himself.

“As you have all figured out by now, this game is always changing.” Everyone chuckled and nodded. “It’s about to change again. Everyone drop your buffs,” he tossed a bag to Din who caught it easily, “and put on your new ones- you are merged.” 

Some members cheered, some gasped, but everyone had the largest smiles on their faces. Din reached into the bag and began pulling out the fresh purple buffs and handed them to the members of the new tribe. He tried not to care when Cobb took the buff from him the same way he had taken the sea shell just days prior. He also tried not to care that his face was burning, though he attempted to convince himself it was the heat of the sun. His heart jumped as Cobb started to say something but their attention was quickly drawn away from each other and back to Jeff.

Once the matter of which camp was better was sorted, the now merged tribe was sent off for a merge feast and getting to know one another. 

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When the food was done and everyone was broken off into small groups, Din excused himself from Bo Katan and Fennec to search for firewood. He wasn’t far into the jungle when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. With a jump he turned quickly to see Cobb just a few feet behind him.

“Sorry,” he laughed holding up his hands, “I didn’t want to startle you.”

Din sighed with a smile. “Good to see you back in the game.” He turned his back to Cobb as he picked up a dry branch. 

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Cobb spoke softly, taking a few steps closer to Din. “I had been hoping the whole game to make it to the merge.”

“I think that’s everyone’s goal at the least,” Din tried desperately to sound casual, despite that he could feel Cobb’s eyes on him as he moved to pick up another branch.

Cobb chuckled and finally took the final steps up to Din to pick up a branch of his own, causing them to stand up straight at the same time, their faces just inches apart as they looked at each other. Cobb couldn’t help his smile as he watched Din’s eyes flicker down to his lips before coming back up to meet his gaze. 

“I don’t think everyone had the same reasons for wanting to merge as I did,” Cobb whispered, attempting to keep the atmosphere they had created.

Din stuttered for a moment, shifting the branches in his arms nervously. “And- uhm-” he cleared his throat, “what reason would that be?”

“You.”

There was a beat of silence as they stood inches apart. Din’s eyes continued to flicker up and down and Cobb would be lying if he said his weren’t as well. Din’s heart was beating impossibly loud, he was surprised he could hear anything over it, let alone hear Cobb’s breathing. Din took half a step closer and Cobb followed suit. They were impossibly close, both smiling brightly, having waited for this moment since the beginning of the game when-

“Hey, lover-boys! Hurry up with the wood, we need to boil water!” Boba called from around the bend of the path. Before shaking his head and walking away again.

Din and Cobb didn’t pull apart, just started laughing. They could feel each other’s breath and they took a moment to calm down.

“I suppose we should go back,” Din whispered.

“Yes, I suppose we should,” Cobb mumbled back, still allowing his eyes to flicker down and back up.

But neither moved. 

Before either of them knew it, Din quickly leaned in and placed a small kiss on Cobb’s lips. It was soft and sweet and Cobb thought he was in Heaven, he almost dropped the branches in his arms. It was over before it really began and Din was walking away with a smile. Cobb held back a frustrated groan because he didn’t get the chance to really kiss back. “Come on, Cowboy. They need to boil water,” Din called over his shoulder.

Cobb stood awestruck for a moment, watching Din walk away. He could still feel Din’s presence on his lips and all he could do was stare and smile.

“You coming?” Din called from up the path with a laugh. 

Cobb shook his head clear and grabbed another branch to add to his pile. He cleared his throat as he stood straight again and jogged to catch up to Din. 

They were only a couple of steps down the path when Din bumped Cobb’s shoulder with his own. “We should get fire wood together more often,” he spoke with a chuckle which soon turned into a laugh as he saw a light dusting of red spread across Cobb’s cheeks.

Cobb gave his own small laugh. “Maybe next time Boba won’t interrupt us so soon.”

“Let’s hope not,” Din replied as they entered camp and the conversation was quickly dropped.

The next time Fennec made a passing comment about needing more wood, Din tried not to laugh at how quickly Cobb volunteered. Meanwhile, Cobb tried to ignore Boba’s laugh at how quickly Din offered to join him. Both sent Boba a glare that screamed ‘don’t bother us this time,’ and thankfully he got the message.

[naplunamod]

primrose  (an itaxsaku fic)

This was for a gift exchange in an itasaku server i was in...my prompt was “That doesn’t mean what you think it means.”  here’s hoping that whoever’s prompt i got will see this  (sorry it’s late i got caught up with taking summer classes)

Men were dense.

Uchiha men unbelievably so. Or at least that's what she thought at first.

So when Sakura received her first bouquet of flowers from Itachi Uchiha, a beautiful mixture of blue salvias, pansies, pink camellias with a single creamy white lily in the middle of it, for her official graduation as Tsunade's apprentice, she smiled and blushed while taking it but ultimately thought nothing of it. After all men were strange and Itachi Uchiha was perhaps the strangest of them all.

The second time Sakura received flowers from Itachi Uchiha, if you could even consider them flowers, just so happened to be after a particularly hard death. She was 6 years old. Eyes as clear and unique as the twilight sky they reminded her of...at least when they weren't darkened to a deep purple with pain. Lady Tsunade tried to warn her. There were just some things medical chakra (which speeds up cell division to produce new healthy cells) couldn't heal. She should have listened. So when there were no more sweet smiles, no more ringing laughter, no more soft pleas for “Pleeeeease just one more story and I promise i'll go to sleep Sakura Onee-chan pretty pretty please with frosting on top”, Sakura was an emotionally devastated wreck (it came with wearing your heart on your sleeve). So when she saw the small aloe vera plant sitting so innocently on her window sill the next morning with his perfect scrawling handwriting on an even smaller card, she got angry. Was he mocking her? Giving her a plant that promoted healing, with an angry grief stricken cry the aloe had a new home against her wall. But, just like her, the next day the aloe was back in her window in it's small broken pot now glued back together with a small thank you written in messy doctor's script. That afternoon Tillian (or Tilli as Naruto and Ino would come to know her) gained a window buddy a golden pothos by the name of Balthazar (courtesy of Kakashi-sensei. It was cute in a weird sort of way).

These in her opinion strange but thoughtful and hey what girl didn't like to receive flowers every now and then occurrences continued to happen for a while. A daffodil here, an iris there whether it was a special occasion or not. Most of the time they were left on her doorstep or windowsill with just his name and no explanation. And never a bouquet, not since that first time,  just a single flower in a small vase or with a cute ribbon tied around it.

The first time he actually spoke to her was on her 21st birthday. Because  she had an early shift the next day and totally NOT because a certain ramen obsessed ninja begged her and threatened to tell a certain Ino-pig that she wanted a big blow out party until she gave in she found herself at a small celebration at Ichiraku. Naruto was going on about he and Sasuke's latest mission which ended up with Sasuke waist deep in muck and him dangling upside down from above while being attacked by the migratory birds they were sent to capture and relocate. Naruto was wildly and animatedly getting to the best part (his words and not her own), evidently one of the male birds took a liking to the back of Sasuke's head a little too much his resulting shudder and grumbled “It wasn't THAT funny dobe” made it all the funnier though she'd never say that out loud when they were interrupted by Itachi's soft and smooth “Sakura-San”. Somewhat surprised she smiled and returned his greeting. “Itachi-San. What brings you by?” Both Sasuke and Naruto seemed to be taken aback by Itachi's soft smile shot her way though she really had no idea why. Sure he was a little bit emotionally repressed but no more so than Sai.

If Itachi was uncomfortable with the sudden attention he was getting from Sasuke and Naruto he didn't show it. “I heard from a little black birdie that I might find you here for your birthday.”

Sakura hummed not surprised at all at that bit of information though she did make a mental note to put said curly-haired black birdie on bedpan duty for a week. Shisui may be an Uchiha in name but he was just about as gossipy as some of the younger nurses in the hospital and last thing she needed was rumors being started. Still she nodded to Itachi “Yeah I didn't want anything big so I decided to have dinner with the boys.”

Itachi nodded to them as if seeing them for the first time “Ototo, Naruto-kun... I don't mean to intrude I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and to give you these.”

Sakura gently took the small bouquet he held out to her. “It's beautiful...thank you Itachi-san”. Much smaller than the first this one contained only a few simple flowers. A few magenta zinnias, a few gardenias and a red carnation framed by some smilax vines.

Itachi dipped his head “Ah.  I will take my leave then. Enjoy your meal Sakura-san. Ototo, Naruto-kun.”  Just as quickly as he appeared he was gone.

Sighing softly Sakura could feel their stares at the back of her head effectively ruining the mood. “What?” she turned to her two brothers in arms.

“What was that about??” Naruto pointed story forgotten.

“Ah...are you and my brother dating?” If it were anyone but Sasuke she would swear there was a hint of jelousy in his voice...then again it was Itachi he was asking about so it probably was.

Shrugging Sakura looked at the two of them “No we're not dating. He was just being nice it is my birthday after all.” Not that she should have to explain herself to them but really they were reading too much into a kind gesture. At their disbelieving looks she frowned “Look...Naruto remember last year when Itachi-san got you those special kunai for your birthday? And don't even get me started on how he practically buys out every tomato in the village for Sasuke's. Presents are expected to be given for your birthday. He's just being nice. Nothing more.”

More time passed and things continued on in the same manner. Sakura realized that soon she would need to start drying out and preserving her flowers because she was beginning to run out of room and even though it only used the most minimal amount of chakra to keep them fresh and beautiful eventually even that wears on you. Vowing to herself that after her shift she'd stop by the Yamanaka flower shop to grab a flower scrap book it would soon be forgotten for now. It would also lead to the first time in a few months that Sakura wouldn't receive flowers for a while. For when she reached her office one of the newly graduated nurses was waiting for her at her office door. His name was Tsukishima Kei, only a few years younger than her he was already well on his way to becoming head nurse. With his short messy blonde hair, honey colored brown eyes, and physic that despite not being a shinobi shows that he takes time to keep in shape it was really no wonder he was popular among the female patients however, he was surprisingly well liked with the kids. He could almost rival Shisui in the looks department though unlike Shisui his bedside manner could use some work. Nodding in greeting to him Sakura let him into her office after he asked to speak with her for a moment. Fifteen minutes later Tsukishima left her office and Sakura found herself with a date that Saturday evening. Ino was positively excited although Sakura got the distinct air of disappointment once she told Ino who it was she was going out with. But Ino didn't tell so she didn't ask. Sakura also vaguely wondered why Ino didn't comment on the bounty of flowers dotting her apartment everywhere... with the way she absolutely refused to let Sakura pick out her own clothes or do her own hair. But she had to admit when Ino finished she looked absolutely radiant. Tsukishima thought so too earning him a pretty blush as she looped her arm through his with a wave to Ino not to wait up. She never even noticed Ino's frown or the purple aster and another blue salvia sitting by her doorstep, carefully brought in by Ino upon her leaving. She did notice however a few weeks into dating Tsukki at his insistence she found it kinda cute that he wanted her to call him by the same nickname he best friend did... that the flowers had stopped. It made her feel weird and not in a good way. Did Itachi somehow know they were dating? And why did it matter so much? A week later much to her relief, perhaps with the uptick of missions he didn't have time to leave her any Sakura found a small bundle of yellow flowers on her desk. A yellow carnation, a yellow hyacintha, a marigold, and a yellow rose lay neatly on her desk tied up in a yellow ribbon. Smiling fondly albeit a little confused that they weren't in a vase like usual she pulled out a beaker and filled it with water for the flowers and placed them on the corner of her desk. Two months into dating Tsukki they decided mutually to break it off. While they found that they challenged each other intellectually they both agreed that that certain romantic spark just wasn't there. Sakura also realized that deep down some part of her was almost happy at the turn of events because she hadn't received any more flowers from Itachi since the yellow ones and she was 90% sure he knew she was dating someone despite she and Tsukki's efforts to keep it secret. It was weird how the thought of not getting more flowers from him, despite them rarely talking or seeing each other bothered her more than breaking up with Tsukki. It also didn't hurt that she noticed the longing glances that he shared with the new doctor, she believed his name was Tetsuro Kuroo and even teased him about them laughing at Tsukki's sputtering blush. It wasn't until Ino decided to visit one afternoon for lunch that Sakura realized that there might indeed be something to the flowers she had been receiving. It was a few days after her breakup honestly she never knew how Ino found out these things about her personal life so fast and Sakura agreed under the condition that they had lunch in her office because she was on duty today and on call for the next few days to which Ino readily agreed. As usual for their lunch dates they talked about their days what they had been doing since last seeing each other to her surprise Ino had started a tentative relationship with Sai of all people. Naturally talking about her own budding relationship Ino asked her friend about her own to which Sakura explained about she and Tsukki's mutual break up. And while she didn't seem too upset about it Ino still felt the need reply because at this rate the biggest fish was likely to swim away.

“Cheer up forehead. You know how that old cliche saying goes there are plenty of other fish in the sea.” She gauged her friend's reaction.

Sakura hummed not committally into her food “I don't know pig. The general consensus has not been in my favor. Aside from Tsukki nobody has shown any interest in me.”  

Ino could have.... wanted to slap her forehead. She knew Sakura could be a bit stubborn...still watching her friend closely she wondered if Sakura even knew with a mental sigh and eye roll (really and she though men were difficult but this also was Sakura she was talking about) “Those flowers on your desk seem to suggest otherwise.” she said dryly with a wave to the still living bundle.

Sakura looked up from her food with a raised eyebrow. “What are you talking about pig?” Those are just flowers....arn't they?

Ino did sigh out loud this time leave it to Sakura to forget the first thing they learned in kunoichi class. “If you don't know I'm not going to tell you.” She stood and grabbed her things but was sastified when Sakura got that look that she got when trying to puzzle something out. “Tell you what. Because I'm such an awesome friend...” she flipped her long hair behind her back earning an eyeroll from Sakura “...stop by the shop after your shift and I'll give you a hint. And bring those with you.” She nodded at the yellow flowers on her way out.

Sakura sighed as she settled into her couch notebook and scrap book in one hand, the book Ino let her borrow the night before “The Kunoichi's Kado” and a fresh hot cup of tea ready to do what she was best known for...research. She supposed if Ino went through all of this trouble she could at least give it a try though she was fairly confident that nothing would come of this. Especially after finding a new set of flowers on her windowsill this morning, a clovenlip toadflax, a moss rosebud and a spider flower. At least that had been her mindset when she started this little project hours earlier. But...she couldn't deny the evidence right in front of her and maybe realized it a lot sooner if she had continued on with her kunoichi classes.

Blue salvia -  I think of you

pansy – love and admiration

iris -  a message

pink camellia – longing for you

white lily – purity

aloe vera – grief He was grieving with her she realized looking over to Tillie

golden pothos – perseverance

daffodil - you're the only one

magenta zinnias – lasting affection

gardenia – secret love

red carnation – admiration, my heart aches for you

smilax – loveliness

purple aster – kindness, gentleness, wisedom

yellow carnation – jealousy

yellow hyacintha – jealousy

marigold – jealousy

yellow rose – jealousy

Sakura sighed at this though she supposed she couldn't blame him. She'd be jealous if she saw her crush going out with someone else as well. That also explained the lack of flowers.

Clovenlip toadflax – please notice my feelings for you

moss rosebud – confession of love

spider flower – elope with me hopefully he meant go out with him Sakura wasn't sure if she was ready for marrage just yet.

All this time Itachi had been plainely or not so plainely stating his feelings for her and she never realized. Though in a way it made sense not being able to express himself outwardly he expressed himself in the only way he really knew how. And she never noticed. She had to go see him right away. She had to know. Had to let him know.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at his pink haired teammate who currently was huffing like she had sprinted across the village which is exactly what she did she needed to train more with her boys if she's this winded from a little sprint.

“S...Sasuke is Itachi home? I need to talk to him.”

Sasuke's eyebrow rose even higher “Hn... he just left for a mission with his team about 10 minutes ago. His team moves pretty fast but if you hurry you might be able to catch him.”  Sakuke watched as her whole body seem to deflate meaning she likely wasn't going to go after him. Especially when he saw her worrying her lip with indecision “Look...his team is fast and effiecent. He should be gone for maybe three days. If that long. You could always just tell him when he gets back.” He leaned aganst the doorway still watching her.

“Y...yeah you're right. I wouldn't want him to not be focused on the mission. And I just might need a little more time to think myself.”

“Let me guess. You found something out and made a rash decision?” Sasuke smirked.

Sakura narrowed her eyes “How long?”

“Since your birthday for sure.”

“And you didn't say anything?” she asked incredulously.

Again Sasuke shrugged “Wasn't my place.”

“Ass...” Sakura muttered hating to admit that  he was right. No matter how frustrating it was knowing that she wouldn't be getting any answers rigtht away. But perhase it was for the best. A relationship with Uchiha Itachi wasn't something she could or should just jump into. “And you're ok with this?”

“At least I'm a good  looking one.” Sasuke retorted  earning himself an eye roll and a punch to the shoulder. “Besides. I'd rather it be you than any of his fangirls.”

Something wasn't right. Sakura could feel it like a second skin clinging to her rousing her from her sleep long before the Anbu arrived at her window. Call it a 7th sense if you will that medics tended to develop. She was already half way dressed when she heard the familiar tapping at her window.

“The Hokage requires your assistance. Several recon teams have come in severely injured and in critical condition.”  

Grabbing several soilder pills for herself no doubt in her mind she'd need them tonight they were both gone in a flash. What greeted Sakura was nothing short of complete chaos. Rolling her sleeves up she dived into the fray. Nobody would be dying tonight if she could help it.

Beep...

Beep....

Beep.......

Itachi groaned blindly reaching out to turn off that incessant beeping from his alarm. His entire body was sore all over and all he wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. His brow furrowed as his brain struggled to connect the dots. there shouldn't be an alarm clock going off he should still be out in the field....His eyes shot open and he sat up a little too quickly causing the world of sterile white around him to swim. Just how long was he out? He looked around the room once his vision cleared at least he was in a Konoha hospital which means he and his team had made it back...or close enough for someone to find them and bring them back. Laying back against his pillows he turned his head intending to get some more rest before he was undoubtedly bombarded with friends, family and the Hokage once they all knew he was awake when he saw evidence of someone already having visited. He chuckled softly to himself and closed his eyes. On the night stand was a black and red vase....it's contents a jonquil, a white jasmine and a single sakura branch. Returned affections and willingness respectively the thought of Sakura was willing to give them a try filled him with a nervous sort of warmth as he sank back into the bed tiredness once again over taking him. It  took a while, and admittedly he was worried but it seems that in the end he shouldn't have.

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Masaru hummed for a moment. "We had a lady that was like our Mom! When me and Tip were on the run from the Apex, there was this lady called Kiko! She was really nice and she made us bread sometimes and she lived on a farm!" He continued his story while messily shoving food in his mouth. "Oh! And she had a play set outside all made of wood! It was SOOOO cool."

Monaca sat and listened to him, her determination to play outside with Masaru presented itself with the opportunity of Haiji being away. She looked up a Nozomi with wide innocent eyes.

"Nozomi? Could me and Masaru play outside on our playset please?" She asked, fluttering her eyes lashes at her.

"You guys have a playset?! Oh pleeeeease Nozomi?!" Masaru begged too.

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Tiptuchi flinched when he spoke to her, she almost dropped her plate. "Ah! You scared me." She took a deep breath and looked around.

"...I'm... Not great but, we shouldn't talk anymore." She said softly, looking down at the floor.

"Last night .. I told you WAY more than I should have, it was stupid to tell you in how much detail the danger we are in and I don't want you to know anymore." She said, whenever someone passed by she would lower her voice. She stepped away from Haiji slightly. "Haiji, you can't keep us here much longer." She swallowed thickly the fear rising up in her chest as she walked backwards away from him.

"Or at least... You can't keep me here much longer.." She turned away from him to head to her room, she couldn't handle this right now.

Nozomi’s approval almost got past her lips, but then she remembered Tiptuichi. Would she be alright with them playing outside? She doubted Haiji would care much, but Tiptuichi was another story.

“M-Maybe you should ask Haiji and Tiptuichi first.” Better safe than sorry.

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This was hopeless. Tiptuichi’s trauma was too much for him to break through. Haiji did everything he could, and the thought of pressing her for more of her story was just asking for trouble. Now what was he going to do?

“I know…I wish I could convince you, but I’m out of ideas.”

Haiji masked her agitation. If she decided to leave, she and her brother were goners. He just knew it. Staying here was her only option. Why couldn’t she see that? But forcing her to remain here was also a bad idea. The dilemma was a double-edged sword no matter how he saw it.