#me trying really hard to not get yelled at

[upon-sunflower-trails]

it cries a soft weep like mine

nam-gyu x reader | oneshot | 1965 words

songfic, i guess? based on eric by mitski. if i'm being honest, this fic was really cathartic for me to write.

warnings: nsfw. pretty fucking toxic relationship, nothing physically or sexually abusive, but it's really toxic. fairly graphic depictions of sex. emotional abuse. manipulation. dacryphilia.

You like control, well, I do too

Take off my clothes and watch me move

You can come closer, I'll let you hurt me

How you choose

It had been a little over six months since you decided to pursue a relationship with Nam-gyu. You'd met him through a mutual friend, where the attraction was almost instantaneous.

That's all it seemed to be. Purely physical attraction. You knew you wanted more, to have a relationship that was full of genuine intimacy. You wanted the sort of love that led to late night conversations in bed, with your hands threaded in his hair as you both looked up at the ceiling, gentle smiles on your faces.

Nam-gyu was not that kind of lover. It was all about how far he could take things without you pushing back. He used you for sex and not much else— it's not like he was ever home. You couldn't tell if you preferred the crippling solitude that settled in your gut when he was out doing god-knows-what during the day, or if you wanted to cling to him despite the ways he made it clear you were of no importance to him.

In the beginning, you pushed back. You two would constantly argue over the smallest of things. He wanted to be his own person, even if it meant disrespecting his relationship with you. You still had enough strength to stand your ground, to yell back as he slammed his fist against the counter. 

You still remembered the first time you had come home to him in bed with someone else, as they scurried out of the door as Nam-gyu laid still in bed with a smirk on his face, disregarding the angry tears streaming down your face as you shouted at him like a rabid dog barking at its owner. 

You wanted to leave then, but he convinced you to stay the same way he always did. Pleading with you, pretending he cared in that moment— promising he would change, that he had a moment of weakness. Things had been so difficult for him, he wasn't in the right state of mind. And then he'd have you bare in front of him, knowing he would be able to reel you back in any time.

Help me with the zipper on my skirt, it's stuck

As you kneel, I'll be watching you fix me

This view of you, of the top of your head

Makes me forgive you

After a few months, even your mutual friends could tell things weren't right between you and your boyfriend. You had become more withdrawn and careful with your words. You refused to drink, knowing it would lead to you breaking down and spilling your guts to anyone in proximity to you. 

Nam-gyu paraded you around as if you were an exotic pet on a leash. He would shut you up if you even dared to speak in front of the people who were no longer your friends, but his. He convinced you that their worried glances were instead glares of disgust, that everyone knew how mean you were to him behind closed doors. You believed him; how could you yell at him when he had been trying so hard to get better?

At one get-together, the same person you had caught him sleeping with was there. Even in your wounded state, it festered— festered until you could feel every rational part of you become infected with blind rage. You snapped as he placed an arm on theirs after ignoring you all night, even though to anyone who was watching it was obvious he was simply helping to steady them after they had fallen.

You were made to be the fool. Onlookers saw you as insecure, jealous, crazy. Nam-gyu played the part of the hurt boyfriend who couldn't believe the accusations you were throwing at him. Everyone believed him, because why would they trust you? You had been acting strange and distant for months now.

That night, Nam-gyu hadn't berated you. He simply helped you undress, murmuring that he would make it up to you.

"Don't know why you always make me out to be the bad guy, baby." "I was just tryin' to help them. Didn't you see them fall?" "We already talked about this, why do you keep bringing it up?" "Am I not allowed to have friends now? I'll just stop talking to them, if that's what you want. In fact, I'll stop going out entirely."

He said it all as he helped you out of the shoes that were blistering your feet, unzipping the skirt you had been fiddling with all night. He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes glistening as he did his best to seem hurt by your accusations. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he jutted out his bottom lip, wailing that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

So you let him back in again. You turned a blind eye yet again to all the trouble he had caused you, because at least he was a good fuck for the night.

But how long, how long can we play this way?

I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you

My heart, my heart wants to hold you

But I know, I know, I know the rules

Six months in, you knew you held nothing but an odd mix of sorrow and contempt for Nam-gyu. You tried to rationalize it, that this was what love was really supposed to feel like. 

The only physical intimacy he engaged in with you was sex. It was never gentle, or soft, or tender; it was bordering on violent and possessive, despite you not truly belonging to him. And as soon as he had spilt himself into you, he would turn away and not allow you to hold or touch him. He claimed he never saw the point of cuddling or any sort of aftercare.

You knew he heard the sobs that racked your body every night. As you clutched the comforter close to your bare chest, pillow wet as the thick seed between your legs served as a constant reminder of what you were putting yourself through.

Some nights, you would reach out as he was sleeping, desperate to brush the stray hairs from his face. He truly looked peaceful like this, his resting state making you forget how cruel he could be. Every time you outstretched your limbs, craving any sort of loving embrace, you retracted at the last minute. You knew to roll back over and force your eyes shut, praying that perhaps this was all just a bad dream you were going to wake up from. That you were in such a happy relationship in real life, you were forced to have constant nightmares of what a terrible relationship would look like.

And every morning, as harsh sunlight beat in through the blinds on your face, you were reminded that this was your reality. That you would turn over, and Nam-gyu would be gone— not in the way that he had never existed, as the divet in the mattress suggested, but that he left without bidding you farewell as any good lover should.

You knew you weren't in love with him. How could you be? You despised him, deep down, even if you never admitted it to yourself. But you had promised yourself to him at some point down the line, and he hadn't dumped you on the side of the road yet.

So, for now, you stayed.

Blue light, dark room, the white of your teeth

As you smile at my trembling shoulders

But your skin, did you notice your skin?

It cries a soft weep like mine

You always tended to cry during sex with Nam-gyu. Perhaps he had just gotten used to it, or he had twisted in his mind that they were tears of pleasure. Either way, it didn't matter.

You enjoyed the release, yes, you only stayed with him for the pleasure. Well, that was what you told yourself. 

You wept as he thrust into you, because it was the only time the relationship felt real. His presence was overpowering, as the stench of his cologne settled into your nostrils while the cold sensation of his rings against your sides were the only thing keeping your mind tethered to reality.

He would growl into your shoulder as he bit and nipped at you, leaving marks that you never hesitated to cover (since they were a reminder that you were with him). His teeth shone in the low light of your "shared" bedroom, amusement coming out as a hiss as you cried out his name, a mix of pleasure and despair at your current situation.

Insults and degradation would be hurled your way under the guise of him "getting too into the moment." You always tried to ignore when he would moan out someone else's name. It only made you cry harder, and that only made him rougher. You guessed that your sobs spurred him on, that in some twisted sort of way seeing you in such a broken state aided his arousal. You never wanted to think too much into it, lest you begin to bawl even more.

Every once in a while, on extremely rare occasion, he would let a tear slip as well. Maybe it was a sign he was still human, too. That deep down, he felt sorry for what he had put you through. He was always quick to hide it as soon as it happened, and just like that he would go back to the same Nam-gyu he always was.

Those nights, you would always hear sniffling and muffled sobs beside you as you wiped your silent tears away.

I'll sell, I'll sell my whole to you

What's my, what's my, what's my price?

How about, how about just a part of you?

You were too deep in to leave when Nam-gyu finally began investing your money in things as well. He had lost everything already, and now needed your financial aid to pick him up off the ground. You wanted to be the perfect partner to him, to support him in his time of need. You tried to find any positive you could about him as you got deeper and deeper into the relationship, making decisions that would only solidify your inability to leave him.

You had lost everything alongside him, drowning in debt as he made even more irresponsible decisions with your money. You couldn't even stick up for yourself, let alone get out of the situation entirely. You were stuck, practically entrapped with a barbed-wire engagement ring digging into your finger. You laughed at the idea, but realized the metaphor didn't seem so far-fetched.

You weren't sure what it was that you did that finally pushed Nam-gyu over the edge. He abandoned you without a word, one day muttering something about making up his debts and the next day vanishing into thin air. You weren't sure if he'd ever return. Deep down, you knew you didn't want him to. But as it stood, you were crushed. Lost and hopeless without him, simply going through the motions everyday with no solace in pretending he loved you at night while being shoved against the headboard.

In some strange way, you missed him. It wasn't as though he completed you, but you had become so wrapped up in a life not with him, but of him, that you weren't sure how to exist outside of being Nam-gyu's. 

You weren't sure how to survive without the assurance of him being in your life.

'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Kidnapped

Lemme just give my baby boi Bucky all the headpats in the world

Summary: You get kidnapped and Bucky has to rescue you

Your head hurts. Badly. And for once it's not because you drank too much the previous night. Lights begin to focus and the muted voices start to become clearer, unveiling the fact that you're currently tied to a chair and the deep cut on your forehead is currently dripping blood into your eyes.

"Look who's awake. About time." One of the masked people yanks your head upwards by your hair and you grunt at the sudden stab of pain.

"Missed me?" You grin, laughter punched out of your system when a fist strikes your stomach hard. Still, you manage to wheeze a laugh out, even as a fist strikes the back of your head hard, causing your vision to spin. "Missed you all too."

"Shut up and tell us where the Winter Soldier is!" The one whom you assume is their leader based on his mask's unique marking grabs your chin, lifting your head so that your gaze meets theirs.

"You want me to shut up or tell you where he is? You've gotta choose one —" You're flung to the side along with your chair, the floor slamming into your already injured side. Blood splatters onto the concrete floor from your coughing and you hear heavy footsteps stomping nearby.

Amateurs. They're terrible at extracting information and it's making you laugh at how pathetic they are. Unfortunately you can't enjoy the show as much as you'd like to because of all the pain you're in but at least there's some show to alleviate it. You focus on your breathing, centering yourself. You have to keep a clear mind, backup will be here soon so all you have to do is buy time. Even without your earpiece, you know that reinforcements will show up at some point. Hopefully before you actually die from your injuries.

You know that Bucky will come storming to your rescue. Probably.

It is rather ironic that your kidnappers only need to continue holding you hostage to find the person they're looking for instead of trying to beat his whereabouts out of you. The pain is getting rather annoying, especially considering how long your injuries will take to heal. This is going to put you out of commission for about a month, and the thought of being stuck in the house for a month is scaring you far more than your kidnappers could ever do.

The floor is rather cold, freezing to the touch really and you would like to not be in contact with the floor, but your kidnappers don't seem to share your sentiment since they keep squatting down to yell at you.

"It's better for your knees if you put my chair upright so you don't have to keep squatting down to talk to me. Also do keep your voice down, I'm not deaf you know." There are times where you curse your witty tongue, this is one of those times.

One moment you're on your side, lying on the floor. The next moment you're sent flying into a wall, the chair nothing but splinters in a pile underneath you. Fingers dig into the soft flesh of your throat, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You kick the air, struggling instinctively and dig your fingernails into the arm as hard as you can. which is not very hard considering how much air and blood you're losing. Black spots begin to crowd your vision and you're about to send an apology to your boyfriend for being the sassy idiot that you are when suddenly your body collapses to the floor, lungs heaving as they gulp down as much oxygen as they possibly can.

Coughing, you massage your throat. The bruises are going to be ugly, and Bucky is probably going to explode upon seeing your injuries. You would feel bad for your kidnappers if it wasn't for the fact that they nearly killed you and ruined your nice little record of not getting kidnapped.

"I will not ask again. Where is the Winter Soldier?" The leader roars, slamming you against the wall.

"You know, it's a bit hard to talk when it's kinda hard to breathe." You hit his arm. "Also, I believe he's right behind you."

A loud thud echoes in the now empty room as a metal fist collides with flesh and the leader crumples to the floor at the feet of a furious super soldier. You lean against the wall, panting as you push your hair out of your eyes, wincing when you accidentally touch the wound on your forehead.

"Took you…long enough." You huff, looking up at Bucky.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to do this if you didn't get captured." He scowls, kicking the leader's now unconscious body.

"Try intentionally walking into an ambush by yourself and let me know if you get out alive." You grit your teeth, using the wall to stand up despite all the ringing in your ears and the blurriness in your vision. Your head is starting to hurt worse, and all the blood you're spilling onto the floor probably isn't helping either.

"Well, you're alive right now aren't you?" Bucky scoops you up. "So don't go dying on me or I'll have to clean up your messes too."

"Don't recall having too many messes for you to clean," you tiredly mumble into his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy, black starting to cloud your vision and you want nothing more than to close your eyes and sleep forever but Bucky keeps jostling you, snapping you awake with every step he takes. "You make a terrible groom, can't even carry your bride properly."

"My bride needs to stay awake or they'll die." He frowns, purposely shaking you. "I mean it."

"Try not to sound like you actually care about me or I might start believing it."

Bucky simply grunts, definitely out of annoyance and continues the way too long walk out of the building, jostling you all the way. Your fingers clutch at his shirt tightly as you take in the sights before you, realising that Bucky had single-handedly fought his way in just to get to you.

"Can't believe you didn't invite me for this party. Seemed fun." You groan.

"Wasn't so fun knowing the only person I can tolerate on missions could die before I reached them." He murmurs, worry sparking in his ice blue eyes.

"Tolerate? Pretty sure I make for better company than that." You weakly poke him in the shoulder, giving him a glare that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"Dream on, doll." The sound of a jet landing drowns out the rest of his words and he carries you inside, laying you out on a stretcher so that the doctor can tend to your wounds. You give him the finger as he turns to leave and he throws one back over his shoulder.

"Don't miss me too much while I'm gone, doll." With that, he disappears into the cockpit and leaves you with the doctor.

"As if I'd miss that bastard," you mutter to yourself, finally closing your eyes and drift off to sleep, ignoring the way your heart clenches at the thought of Bucky fighting his way through the base just to rescue you.

When you wake, you're back somewhere in Avengers Tower, bandages decorating your head and chest. You partially recall this place being the medbay, and judging from the look on Bruce's face your wounds aren't that bad, at least not now.

"Hey," you croak.

"Welcome back," Bruce smiles. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got slammed into a wall multiple times."

"That's not far off. You'll be back in the field in give or take one month, don't worry." He hands you a glass of water which you accept gratefully.

"Where's Bucky?" The question slips out before you can stop yourself.

"Missed me that much, doll?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The brunette walks in with the largest smirk you've seem him make, automatic door sliding close behind him.

"Was asking so I could avoid seeing your ugly mug so soon." You bury yourself back underneath the blanket, ensuring that the fabric covered your face.

"How unfortunate that I chose to walk in now." He takes a seat next to your bed, quietly signalling to Bruce for time alone with you. Bruce nods, slipping out of the room and Bucky lets out a sigh. "Doll?"

You make not a single peep, not even when Bucky pokes you through the blanket so he takes matters into his own hands and yanks the blanket off you. You yelp, hands scrambling to pull the blanket back but the super solider is faster and tosses the blanket onto the table behind him before folding his arms over his chest.

"What?" You scowl, mimicking his actions.

"I didn't know your idiocy had no limits." His brows furrow. "What were you thinking, springing that trap with no escape plan? Were you looking to die?"

"If I was, it was a very unsuccessful attempt." You roll your eyes, turning over so that your back faces him.

"Be honest with me." He turns you over, grip softening when he realises how much he's hurting you but he doesn't let go.

"I wasn't trying to die, okay? But if I did, well…" You look away, hating at how your chest constricts when you see the pain in his eyes. "Would've been fine."

"It wouldn't have been!" He snaps. "It's not fine if you just go off and die!"

"Right," you mutter, playing with the sheets. Tears are beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, and you refuse to let him see your weakness. Biting down hard on your bottom lip, you try to push your emotions down before they can overwhelm you but the tears keep coming anyways. Dammit.

"Doll I —" He takes a deep breath. "I don't want to see you to die, alright? Or at least I don't want to see you die before me."

You lie there in silence, tears still streaming down your face and staining the pillow beneath. Fist clenching, you stifle a sob. Shit, you really don't want to crumble in front of Bucky of all people.

"You…matter. A lot. To me." Bucky forces the words out, but his gaze is soft, and so is his touch. His fingertips gently press against your skin, little spots of warmth amidst the sudden chill that has set in. "So don't go dying on me, alright?"

"Only if you make the same promise." You mumble and his eyes brighten. Giving you a genuine smile, he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Deal. Now get all the rest you need, I'll always be here."

"If you're expecting a 'thank you', I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." You give his cheek a poke.

"You're welcome." He grins, ruffling your hair. He grabs the blanket, tucking you in with it. "Heal up, or I'll have to go on missions by myself and that would be boring."

"Well, can't have a bored super soldier now, can we?" You smile back at him, grabbing his hand. "Hold on."

He huffs in annoyance, but his eyes say otherwise. "Won't be letting go any time soon, doll."

[midnightsmusings]

-Kneel, Alpha- Pt.1

I love the trope of an alpha hiding just how much they crave a dominant partner. Even sweeter when said partner is an omega. It's very Ghost coded and I had to get it out of my brain. (I also just wanted more Ghost getting hard when Soap yells at him)

CW: Top Omega Soap x Bottom Alpha Ghost (smut not in this part but in part 2), miscommunication, they argue..well soap yells and Ghost gets hard over it, minor angst, suggestive so MDNI.

I had a lot of fun with italics in this.

"I can't be the alpha you need"

The words were bouncing around Soap's head the whole day. They left him distracted. Left him getting pinned more than usual in sparring and missing shots in the range. He was mulling over each syllable. Each tinge of accented words that were snarled at him. It was his fault really, his lack of a filter always got him in trouble.

He'd finally pushed Ghost too far, the uptight alpha no longer able to brush off his insistent prodding about being more.

Ghost had whirled around when they were going to cool off after sparring, growling down at him and silencing any future flirty comments with that phrase.

Soap poked at his food, frown set heavy on his usually cheerful face. He'd given up on training, instead sulking to the mess hall to distract himself with food. The seats around him were empty, the stench of angry omega meant everyone was giving him a wide berth.

"I can't be the alpha you need"

Soap snarled and stabbed a potato hard with his fork, those words were haunting him. He's moved on from pouting over it now, settling firmly in anger. Seething at the words, the way he could practically hear the alpha baring his teeth even if the sight was hidden behind that damned mask.

Soap stood suddenly, chair screeching loudly. He left his tray on the table and his chair overturned. He had only one mission in mind now. He wasnt going to let the alpha push him away, he was either going to force the man to transfer him out of sheer spite or finally give in let Soap give him the shag he clearly needed and some loving.

Stalking out of the mess hall with a hardened face and determined gait Soap headed right towards the man's office. He didn't even bother to knock, instead bursting in and immediately let out the mess of words he's been choking on all day.

"Cant be the alpha I need? Yer a right fookin bastard for thinkin I even need an alpha in the first place LT" he started, chest heaving and fists clenched at his sides.

Said alpha was sitting ridged in his chair, eyes lidded and appearing bored behind his mask. The only proof that he heard the omega was his shoulders hiking up around his ears as Soap barely took a breath between words.

"And don't even get me started on tha' shite. Yer sayin' yer not good enough for me? Bloody arsed teenager ye are Ghost as if I wouldn't take you as ye are. Damn it all LT, has nothing I've done proved that? Ye think that lowly of me aye? Think I'm a soft omega who would shy at yer collection of knives ye right fuckin numpty"

He rambled, accent sloppy with anger as he pours out the frustration that's been building since he started trying to get close to the alpha. He didn't even have anything more to shout other than incoherent insults but he was far from done.

Uncaring about the wide open door he continued, hands waving as he got closer and leaned over the desk. Ghost was inching back in his chair the closer Soap got.

Deeply, Soap knew this wasn't the way to deal with the man. He knew this could potentially lead to Ghost fully pulling back and solidifying that wall between them that he's been painstakingly chipping away at. Soap couldn't help it though, he tried the soft route. Tried to be patient and it got him nowhere.

"I do think you need an Alpha" Ghost rumbles when the omega's face was turning blue from lack of oxygen and he paused finally to take in a big gulping breath.

"One that knows how to shut you up, but as I said, 'm not that man Sergeant" Ghosts words were a mask similar to the one over his face hiding what he was really feeling. They were both toeing dangerously close to the line of saying something too far.

Soap scoffed a harsh sound, another rant ready on his lips. The use of his rank cut harder than the insult. Ghost only ever used that title when he was truly distancing himself. Soap obsessed over the aloof man enough to understand his unspoken tells.

He knew Ghost used MacTavish when he was fondly irritated. Soap was a casual, tactical greeting and Johnny was something else, something deeper and meaningful. Or so Soap thought, now he wasn't sure he didn't imagine the feelings between them.

Ghost, to his credit was ever the picture of boredom in the face of the Scott's anger. Inside he was thankful for his mask covering his deep red cheeks, thankful for his desk hiding his hard cock.

His fists clenched as he fought to keep that unaffected aura about him while Soap readied himself to go off again. The words laced thick with anger only made Ghost's nails dig into his palm to keep himself steady. He always got a little fuzzy headed when Soap's accent got more prominent from anger.

"I cannae believe yer sittin there like a right arse sayin' that shite-" Soap started before pausing abruptly, eyes wide as they stare at Ghost, at his tense posture. Soap straightened up in realization at how flat Ghost's words fell, how strained his voice sounded. There was a desperate tinge to them instead of the usual dry delivery that accompanied an insult from him.

"Yer tryna push me away" Soap said with a clenched jaw. He growled lowly and walked around the desk, looming over the man as he just sat. Soap's eyes were too fixed furiously on the mask that hid all he wanted from him to notice the growing problem in Ghost's trousers.

"Think I'll back off after a few harsh insults that it? Think yer too much for me? Bloody fookin idiot" Soap snapped furious the man was still trying to push him away, thinking a simple insult would be enough to get rid of Soap. He was more furious that Ghost was so stuck on the idea he was too much for Soap.

Soap. Who his whole life was told he was too loud, too cocky, too dominant for an omega, too much. Soap, who his whole time in the task force did nothing but admire Ghost and his efficiency in the field. Never shied away from a blood soaked hand behind held out to him.

"I...bloody hell Johnny" Ghosts strained voice came out lowly in the middle of Soap's seething, the man finally having had run out of ways to express his frustrations and just stood panting and glaring down at him instead. He couldn't stand Soap thinking he was pushing him away because he didn't like him. The problem was Ghost liked him too much.

Ghost didn't know how to articulate his swirling thoughts. Could never hope to express himself as freely as the omega always did. How does he admit to Soap he wasn't the stoic alpha he's been pining after. That it was just a front.

Unwilling to let Soap spiral any farther into this anger he steeled himself. He was afraid to potentially lose the one person on base who actually liked him. Ghost made a last second decision and reached out. His gloved hand grasped Soap's tightly, yanking it down to his lap unceremoniously and let the omega feel just what he was hiding.

Oh.

Soap froze, breathing out a harsh breath when his hand made contact with Ghost's clothed cock, clearly aching and pressing against the zipper. Soap couldn't help but give a slight squeeze, watching raptly as the man's eyes slid shut behind his mask and a gruff noise escaped.

Oh.

[genderqueerdykes]

I am a trans man who abandoned my previous account because i needed to leave the community.

The trauma and self hatred runs so deep that despite it being months i still can't think of my masculinity as anything other than wrong. Not just that, but leaving made me happier. Not having community made me happier. Think about that.

At least now I can see i deserve better. But it's hard knowing that my love and support was so summarily rejected by the transfems on this site.

i'm really sorry you've had to go through this, anon. you shouldn't have to do that

the thing is people don't realize that while this online fighting is pointless, it does hurt people. and it can cause genuine trauma because it IS abuse. abuse doesn't have to occur in person to be legitimate. a lot of acts of abuse and violence can be committed remotely with modern technology. basically anywhere people can interact, abuse can happen. this is actually hurting and scarring people in real ways and we need to acknowledge this

Not just that, but leaving made me happier. Not having community made me happier. Think about that.

the fucked up thing is i feel the exact same way. i interact with community on here in order to educate but outside of this, i currently do not interact with the queer community. once im off this blog, i'm not really interacting with queer community, i will talk to my queer friends and engage in my own queerness, but i am not thinking about the community for the vast majority of my day. i'm not interested in trying to casually go to a trans space and be misgendered all the time.

i immersed myself in my local punk community last year and all that happened to me was that i got a lot of hollow compliments, condescended to, talked over, fetishized, treated as a sex object, descriminated against, had people stop respecting me the instant they found out i was a trans man, had people try to tranny chase me for being a trans man with a vagina, got called too whiny and emotional, got accused of hating trans women because i'm a transmasc lesbian, got mocked for not having a penis, watched my roommate treat me with annoyance that wasn't there prior, felt alienated in my own home, and just in general felt ashamed that i wasn't an amab trans woman, because those were the only trans people who hung out there for any substantial amount of time

the transmascs and trans men never hung around for too long. the majority of the trans punks who showed up were transfem. like. almost all of them. it was rare to find another transmasc, and i can work a crowd, i don't feel scared or uncomfortable in crowds, so i will talk to just about anyone who acknowledges my presence. i met so many transfem punks that i've lost count, and about 3 or 4 transmascs. it frustrated me and took a while for me to realize why. that place was deeply transandrophobic. the regulars did not treat transmascs with kindness. i was actually sexually assaulted by one of the transfems there multiple times, and had another that was trying to come on to me because i have to do stretches for my lower back or else it locks up, and she saw this as an invitation for sex. my ex gf started treating me completely differently the second she discovered i didn't have a penis, to the point of actually progressing to yelling at me for being too whiny and emotional. the cis gay men that were there would talk about how breasts and vaginas were gross because they were gay men right next to me.

after leaving that community i feel so much better. i'm basically on my own, i don't mind it, that's how i like to live my life as a schizophrenic person, but outside of the way i interact with the community as someone who participates in education and activism, i don't really interact with queer communities. i'm tired of being harassed, targeted, insulted, misgendered, sexualized, and getting sexually assaulted.

this is the really sad truth right now. transmascs and trans men in particular usually live outside of queer communities. we are so alienated. that's the entire reason people think we don't exist. it's because so many people will not let us exist inside of queer spaces, so we have to live elsewhere. so many trans men end up having to have mostly cishet friends to avoid drama and harassment. it's not that we don't exist- it's that a lot of people just will not let us take up space in queer communities long enough for people to see how many of us there are. there are a lot of us, but we aren't being allowed to exist inside of queer spaces, so people trick themselves into thinking we're not real trans people

you do deserve better. i hope in time the trans community learns to treat trans men better. you don't deserve to have to alienate yourself like that, but that's just how things are right now. take care of yourself. you're important even if people don't want you to feel like you are.

[kaybug88]

ʚ♡ɞ・Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader ・ʚ♡ɞ

Your ovulation hits you really hard while Chris is streaming, and you really can't wait.

Note: “ʚ♡ɞ” is a POV switch! NOT PROOF READ!

TW: Smut, p in v, getting caught, overstimulation, teasing, swearing, oral, (F receiving), mentions of ovulation

WC: 2.1k

Being a woman can be the worst. One week you’ll be suffering through your period, the next, you’re unbelievably horny because of ovulation.

Chris just has to be streaming with his brothers today. You, Nick, Chris, and Matt are all crowded into Matt’s room, the three brothers are in front of the camera, yapping about god-knows what. You’re sitting off to the side out of frame, scrolling on social media to make an attempt to distract you from the way Chris’ arms flex.

Why does he have to be so hot?

You’re not sure how much longer you can take, so you do the only logical thing, text him that you’re horny. You watch him glance down to his phone, raise a brow, and clearly look at the message you sent him. His eyes widen a bit before sending a reply. You smile a bit before continuing to text him.

Afterwards, you quietly get up from your seat and sneak out the door without being noticed over their yelling at a stupid video or some shit. You’re not really paying attention because the one thing you can pay attention to is the ache between your legs. You step into Chris’ room and can’t help but lay onto his bed, tossing a random shirt to the floor while you lean against the head of his bed, noticing his door open moments later.

“Fuucckk, Ma. You can’t send shit like that to me while I’m sitting there streaming. Y’know how hard it was to hide how turned on I was?”

Chris growls while locking the door and stalking towards the bed, his icy blue eyes clouded with desire. He doesn’t give you time to answer because before you know it, he’s pressing you down into his mattress with his right hand pinning both of yours above your head. You were not expecting him to act this way, not one bit.

ʚ♡ɞ

“$10 that he’s sitting in the bathroom scrolling through TikTok.”

Matt snickers as he reads the Twitch chat who are at their own little debate of what in the world Chris is doing right now.

“Y’know what? I’ll take that. Prepare to lose $10, bitch.”

Nick laughs while reading out a few donos. It’s safe to say neither chat or the two brothers will be guessing where their other triplet is, and what he’s doing.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Chris. . .”

You whine out now that he’s stripped you of your shirt and is teasing the ever living crap out of you, his tongue grazing over the peak of your nipples lightly while his unoccupied hand is toying with the waistband of your sweatpants.

“What is it, Ma?”

He groans against the valley of your breasts, licking a long stripe from his original spot all the way up to behind your ear, nipping against the soft skin ever so lightly.

“I need you so bad.”

You whine softly while trying to move your hips up into his. He lets out a deep chuckle and proceeds to take his shirt off; his hands immediately moving to hold your hips, his nails leaving slight imprints from how hard he’s holding onto you. His eyes don’t leave yours for even a second as his head moves down, down, down until he’s reached the band of your sweatpants. 

“Lift your hips, Ma, can’t help you unless these come off.”

He commands, and you imminently comply, hips lifting as he slips the comforting pants from your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Shivers run through your body as he moves his head down to bite your inner thighs. You’re about to let out a small breathy moan as he gets closer to your heat, but his hand slaps over your mouth, leaving your eyes widened in shock.

“Matt and Nick are still streaming in there, want them to know what we’re doing?”

He asks with a small growl, and you shake your head ‘no’ in response, and slowly, his hand retreats from your mouth and back to your thighs.

ʚ♡ɞ

“What the fuck?”

Nick says while turning his head around the room, his gaze lingering lightly where Chris’ room would be.

“Did you not hear that?

Nick questions Matt with a raised brow. He could swear that he heard something, he just can't figure it out for the life of him.

“Dude, what are you on?”

Matt laughs as he reads chat questioning Nick’s sanity.

“I swear on my life I heard something, I shit you not.”

Nick insists with his hands going into his hair with wide eyes.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Ch-chris!”

You whine against his hand while he lays under the blanket as his tongue obliterates you. Before he dove underneath the blanket, he warned that there would be no stopping until he was done, and there would be absolutely not a sound that comes from your lips that isn’t his name or begging to finish.

“Ma, choose your next words carefully.” 

Chris hisses against your sore and abused clit. He’s been under that blanket for what feels like no time at all and forever at the same time. He’s acting like a starved man who simply can’t get enough of the way your sweet juices taste.

“P- please let me finish. I-’ve been qui-uiet like you asked.”

You say as you try to prevent the moans that want to so desperately escape from your lungs. He’s denied you to come for a while now, and the knot that forms and then disappears is getting borderline painful, but in such a delightful way. 

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that yet.”

He tuts against you while teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. You rut your hips forward, but are immediately stopped by his big hands gripping you harder and holding you in place. 

“Wow, you’re pretty desperate, huh?”

He chuckles darkly before letting you get the pleasure you ache so badly for. You let out a gasp that you quickly shut up with your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, dangerously close to drawing blood. Your eyes roll back into your head as his tongue bottoms out, every unforgiving movement drawing you closer to your orgasam.  

“C’mon, Ma, I know you're close.”

Chris chuckles teasingly before diving right back into your sopping wet pussy. Each chuckle or groan he lets out causes vibrations to travel through you. The knot becomes tighter, tighter, and tighter until it snaps. Your teeth sink into the palm of your hand to muffle the moans pushing past your lips. Your eyes push back inside your head while each sound around you becomes nothing but distant muffles. 

“Fuck, Chris.” 

You gasp when you come down from your high, feeling his lips suction onto you for just one last taste. You feel yourself shudder from the slight pop sound his lips make. He flips the blanket off himself and rises above to look down at you, leaving you with the perfect view of his abs and chest.

“Taste yourself on my lips, Ma.”

Chris instructs before capturing your lips in a desperate, hot kiss, reaching down to pump himself a few times, groaning against your lips as his red tip leaking of precum pushes against your opening. You hiss when he runs over your clit, and he lets out a dark chuckle.

“Still sensitive down there, Ma?”

He teases while lining himself up with you, and ever so slightly pushing his tip in. You nod before resting your head back onto a pillow. You already know keeping quiet is going to be a lot harder than you originally thought.

ʚ♡ɞ

“God damn, Chris is taking his sweet ass time.”

Matt complains while glancing through chat with one particular comment catching his eye.

“Oh my fucking god, what if he’s fucking his girlfriend in the other room?”

Matt gasps after reading more messages about the possibility, because turns out, the mics have picked up a lot more noises than Nick and Matt have been paying attention to.

“Ew! I hope not! That’s fucking gross, and such a nasty thing to do.” 

Nick complains while shaking his head, hoping the chat was wrong about what you and Chris could be doing, saying you both left the room, and are still gone.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Every time we fuck, you seem tighter and tighter.”

Chris groans after bottoming out. You’re being pushed into a mean mating press with a ball gag in your mouth. Chris was against using it at first, insisting that you’d be able to take it without making a noise, newsflash, you wouldn’t be able to even with all the hope he had for you. 

“Forget you can’t talk, guess that makes our job of keeping silent a whole lot easier, huh?”

Chris chuckles as he begins to pull out painfully slowly before just stopping as his tip rests inside you. You lift your head to see what he’s doing, mustering the most angry glare you can manage before he’s slamming into you at full force, his cock making a delightful squelching noise as it pushes its way into you. You forget what it’s like to feel without him so deep inside you as he does this over, and over, and over. He doesn’t stop doing this as he blabbers nonsense before speeding up. The sound of skin slapping against skin invades your ears while the sweet smell of sex pushes into your nose, making your eyes roll back in your head. 

ʚ♡ɞ

“Okay, I hear that shit now. They know my room is right here, right?”

Matt complains as he does the necessary things they would normally do to end a stream. Nick looks at him with an ‘I told you so’ look, making Matt roll his eyes. They go through their normal procedures of ending the stream, the faint sound of a rocking bed in a nearby room going through their mics.

“Can they… just… not?”

Nick asks while cringing at the sound of the bed hitting against Chris’ back wall and the soft sound of skin slapping on skin.

“So, I'm going up to my room, you’re welcome to join me.”

Nick says, standing up quicker than he’s ever done before and speed walking out of the room and up towards his own. Matt follows behind quickly while pulling his earbuds out of his pocket, hoping that music would drown the sound out.

ʚ♡ɞ

“F-fuck, Ma, I’m so- so close, i’m gonna come so deep inside you we never see another drop, got that?”

Chris huffs after you’ve come for the third time now. If your mouth wasn’t so rudely blocked, your lips would be parted with unmuffled moans spilling out without a filter. You try to nod, but simply can’t because of how good he’s fucked you dumb.

“Aww, is my baby so fucked dumb on my cock that she can’t talk?:

He says with a moan at the end as he hits your g-spot, making your back arch off the bed super far. The sound of skin on skin has lessened into something vile with your juices seeping from where you two meet with it plastering all over your inner thighs and forming the ring around the base of where he bottoms out.

He begins to ramble on about whatever as you feel your abdomen tighten at the sign of another orgasam, legs shaking as if there was an earthquake perfectly below you. You fail to hear what he says as a glass shattering feeling floods your system, the small, yet tight knot inside you exploding from the intense bliss.

“Fuck Ma, you always make me feel so fucking good.” 

Chris says tiredly as he reaches around your head to remove the gag, removing it as a string of saliva connects your lips and the ball. 

“Hey, Ma, can ya’ hear me? I need you here with me.”

He says, pressing a kiss to your head and tapping your lips slightly. Your vision unblurs and your hearing unmuffles. Your eyes focus on the sweaty view of Chris hovering above. A small silver chain dangles from his neck with hair plastered to his forehead, if you weren’t delirious right now, you’d cherish the view.

“Hey love.”

You mumble lowly before hearing a small slightly worried chuckle. You hear him say something, but aren’t sure completely what it is as your eyes begin to drift closed from how tired you are. When he comes back to the room, you’re barely awake.

“Hey Ma, you alright?”

Chris asks while approaching the bed where you tiredly nod. He hums in response before taking the warm, damp cloth to your sore pussy, gently cleaning you to the best of his abilities. You let out pained hisses every time he runs over your center, getting soft apologies from him. As a response. Once he’s done, he glances towards the wall where his and Matt’s room meet, hoping he or the stream- Oh shit, the stream.

[reverieblondie]

Look Out Spot

A/N: I made this inspired by this lovely ask! (here) Thank you to @dark-and-kawaii for letting me write and use pics of her OC Kieran (he's so bad and so dreamy)

Rolan, Cal, Kieran, and Zevlor

Warning MDNI 18+ only!

Rolan

When you extend the offer for Lia and Cal to join your party and camp, you forget about the tall, haughty, kind of sexy older brother…

You and Rolan are like oil and water, constantly arguing at each other's throats. If he wasn't their sibling or talented, you would have smacked him down a while ago... Okay, maybe not actually, but you really would like to put him in his place. Especially tonight...

Somehow, your companions decided it would be a good idea to go on a stealth mission to the nearby goblin camp while you and Rolan played the roles of lookout. You had insisted you didn't need any help, but of course, Rolan challenged you. "Knowing your airheaded tendencies, you will need a babysitter to keep you aware." it makes you seeth through the back of your teeth.

Looking over your shoulder in the cramped hiding spot you see Rolan looking as disinterested in this mission as he can, leaning against a rock and looking out into the distance with his damned golden eyes... ugh, what is he doing posing?! As soon as you tsk, he slides his eyes over to you, catching you staring... He narrows his eyes at you and puts on his iconic sexy scowl.

"You should spend less time staring at me and focusing more on the enemies. If you did that, I wouldn't have to be here."

Gods, he makes your blood boil. You stand from where you are both crowded in between the rocks hiding you two. It's only one step before you're right in Rolan's face. Being this close makes details, like the curve of his nose and the freckles that dust his skin, more visible to you.

"If you want to complain, then leave! You look like you're not even paying attention to your side anyway! "

"I would love to leave, but someone has to keep you in line!" he hisses back. 

You roll your eyes and scoff, "Worry less about me and more about where you're supposed to be watching." 

Rolan's jaw tightens slightly before he leans forward and presses his hands on both sides of your head, pinning you to a rock; he's so close you can smell his natural musk... and feel his gentle breath on you. 

"You're the one I keep catching staring..." 

You feel your face suddenly flush before getting back to your senses. In the crowded corner, you push yourself off the rock behind you to slide past Rolan. "Just leave your distracting the mission."

While you're trying to pass by Rolan to take over his cramped lookout spot, you brush your backside over his front to squeeze past. Rolan tries to prevent it, but he's too late as your ass moves against his front, and that's when you feel something hard against you. In almost a state of shock, you move against him again, and that's when Rolan's eyes roll with a groan, and his large hands immediately come to still your hips. You feel his chest pant against your back, and still, in shock, you forget all about your stealth mission. 

"Rolan, are you h-"

Before you can finish your loud statement, Rolan slaps his hand over your mouth. "shh! You will get us caught, you ass!" 

You wiggle your face free, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. "Why are you hard?! " you whisper and yell.

"It wasn't on purpose! It just... happened..."

"Just happened? That doesn't just happen!" 

"Well, it's not my fault you're bending over on your knees right before me! And trousers are too bloody tight!" Rolan finally cracks out before letting you go. 

Rolan tries to walk away, but he can't get far in the tight tunnel of rocks you're in. You were ready to make fun of him and call him a pervert, but as you see his back facing you, you notice his tail twisted tightly to his old leg. He's embarrassed…

"Rolan, " you try meekly, but you're still not quite sure what to say. You have urges, but it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Rolan Scoffs before turning to look at you, "It's not urges... It's you."

You look at him, Surprised, "Me?"

"Yes!" Rolan finally faces you, fully dragging his hands over his face before continuing. "You're a damned airhead never paying attention and staring off... and in the mornings, you're so drowsy, unable to function till you eat... After your baths, you have no qualms just walking around in a towel; you always stand so bloody close! And you argue till you're blue!" 

Rolan's eye meets yours and furrows his brows, "Then there's that damn pout…"

You look at him confused, "Pout?" 

He steps closer, still irritated, and taps his finger to your bottom lip, "Yes, this little pout you do with your lips makes you look so adorable... So it's not your ass that's driving me so crazy, it's just you, Your making me fucking mad over here," 

It leaves you speechless; not only is Rolan confessing... but he's also cursing. 

Rolan rolls his eyes before moving his hand away, "Figures this is when you finally shut up." 

Your next move was so fast it gave you whiplash. You quickly grab Rolan, making him turn, gently cup his face, and you press your lips to him before you can say anything. The kiss heats up quickly as Rolan wraps his arms around you while you preach your tongue. through his lips, finally tasting his wicked tongue.

It's not long before you're both on the ground, your clothes in a gathered pile on the side while you finally succumb to both of your desires... your mission is no longer on your mind... The only thing you can think of as you claw his back is how full Rolan is making you feel and if you can keep indulging in him till morning.

Cal

Of course, when the grove's gate was running short on watchmen for the late-night watch, you were among the first to volunteer for the dull duty. You did not expect Cal to hold his hand to join you on the watch right after you volunteered. Cal is so tall and strong and a complete sweetheart; you two have slowly gotten to know each other more and more each day your party stays at the grove. Cal's become your little bright spot through these struggles. He always smiles and jokes with you whenever you come around. Sometimes, you feel guilty for taking up his time. It's clear he doesn't get much time to himself, considering he has to keep Lia and Rolan from killing each other, but you just can't help yourself when it comes to him.

Now that you're here with him, sitting out in the cold with only the sounds of the distant woods filling the space, you're finding one more thing you can't help... you're so nervous! After all the conversations you two have had, why is this the time you're getting clammed up?! It makes no sense... So now here you two sit completely alone and in complete silence... You're trying to think of anything to talk about as you rub your hands together to try and make them warmer from the biting cold.

While you're warming up your hands or trying to, Cal is reaching over and taking your hands in his. Instantly, in his touch, your hands warm up from his comfortable heat. You look at him wordlessly, trying to hide the fact that your heart is currently racing, making your whole body start to flush.

"Is that better?" he smiles as he holds your hand tightly. You're tempted to start chattering your teeth so he can hold you.

"Much better; it must be so nice to always be warm."

"It was more of a burden, especially during the summers, I always get so hot, and I would come home dripping in sweat." 

You two share a laugh, but you see a negative thing about him, especially if he is shirtless. The thought sends an excited shiver through your body, and Cal looks at you confused. "Still trembling, huh? We can't have our hero freezing now, can we?"

Cal brings his hand to your hip, sliding you until you're flushed against his side. He wraps his arms around you like it's the most normal thing ever, and it's taking everything in you not to cling to him.

Cal's breath is so warm that it fans against your ear. "They would have my head if anything happened to you... So I better try and warm you up quickly."

"I think you're doing a great job at that..."

He smiles as his orange eyes trace over you. He brings his hand to cup your face and traces his thumb over your cheeks. "I must be. You look like you're running a fever now." Quickly, you bring your own hands to your cheeks, where, of course, they are fuming!

"Guess you're just too hot for me..." 

As soon as the words slip from your mouth, you want to slap yourself. You're too embarrassed to look at what you sure is an embarrassed face, but all you hear is his laughter, 

Cal turns your face so you have to look at him. "As long as I'm helpful to you, that's all I care about."

"I think you're helpful to everyone, I know Rolan and Lia think so."

"I'm kind of selfish if I'm being honest," Cal meekly admits. Selfish? You would describe Cal in many different ways, but selfish is not one of them.

"Why would you say that?"

It's Cal's turn to blush as he shyly looks into the distance. "Well, I didn't offer to be on watch for the good of the grove... I did it so I could spend time with you…"

You laugh at his confession, "You could have just told me that Cal."

"I couldn't help it! You make me nervous!" You both look at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Cal grabs you close, practically pulling you into his lap." We should keep taking over the late watches, then. I like that here I get you all to myself. "You feel that same heartbeat rush again. If you're going to continue to get closer to Cal, you're going to need to learn how to settle your nerves.

Kieran

Look out, duty... it should be easy; you have a wire of copper read for your sending spell to Gale... you just have to wait till you see the mercenaries for your party to act... If they slip past you, it can mean several more weeks of tracking down that tome that went missing from the Wizards tower. Tensions have been growing at camp, mainly because everyone just wants to return home... but you can't help from thinking everyone at camp is peeved at you…

Damn him for distracting you... It's a mistake you swear will not happen again; you're supposed to be the leader, the one to see past bull shit... not the one falling for it.

However, when you think back on his smooth voice... Shining eyes... anyone could have been ensnared. Kieran just has that effect on people. 

Pushing down those past thoughts, you look back at the moonlit road, looking for any signs of life. A twig snaps behind you, and before you can react, a hand is over your mouth, and a knife is threatening your neck. Then, the familiar feeling of a tail twisting up your body makes you squirm. 

The same arrogant chuckle vibrates through the air before his velvet voice speaks, "I was told to find any lookouts, and here I've found a lost kitten." his lips come right to the shell of your ear, giving a teasing lick, making you groan and squirm, "Trying to get in everyone's good graces again by playing lookout pretty girl?"

Your huff is enough for him to understand your irritation, but he only seems to delight in it further. He pushes the knife closer to your neck, "Alright, kitten. I'm going to move my hand so I can hear that pretty voice. You better not try anything?"

You huff, then nod, "Good."

Kieran lets his hand drop from your mouth, but before you can turn, he's wrapping his arms around you, keeping you pinned close, his tail tightening for added measure. You hiss at the tight grip and try hard not to blush as his lips press to your neck.

"So you're working for the mercenaries, I should have known...". You practically growl at him; Kieran smiles before giving a quick nip at your neck. It takes everything in you not to whimper at the attention; he's toying with you..."Well, they did pay well... but honestly, that group is so dull... hints as to why I haven't slit that pretty throat of yours, kitten.

"What do you want Kieran?"

He smiles, holding you tighter, burying his face into the nape of your neck as his cock rubs against your ass. "I want to hear those soft little moans again like I did that night.." 

You feel yourself flush, that night….

You bite your lip as you feel his hands roam down over your breast to your waist... You hate how dumb he makes you... but it would be a lie to say you hate the way he feels... 

"I-I can't... You whisper, trying to hold strong all Kieran has to do is lightly suck your neck and play with the hem of your trousers.

"But you can be a good girl; you help me... and I will help you....."

A part of you knows this has to be some trick... he's played with you before... You're on a mission, and he's with the enemy... but when you feel his hot tongue teasing your skin and his fingers roam, you melt.

Kieran doesn't wait for your confirmation; the feeling of your body relaxing is all he needs before pushing his hand down your pants. His long fingers quickly find your clit toying and pitching it, making you twitch and arch. It's when he steadily starts to roll his fingers on your sensitive nub that you start to softly whimper. 

"That's it, kitten... feels good, huh?" He purrs in your ear, only spurring you on more. Kieran licks his lips as he feels you get as wet for him. 

You unravel so quickly for him, softly moaning his name as you reach your arms behind you to caress his neck and handsome face. Kieran is all too pleased as he starts to fuck you slowly with his two fingers.

The sudden intrusion makes you keenly loud, but he is quick to shush you softly. "Shh, kitten. You have to be quiet, or we will get caught... and we don't want that, do we?"

You shake your head, not making Kieran speed up his pace, forcing you to bite your lip.

"Good girl..."

+++++

Your party walks back to camp defeated... the mercenaries slipped past you.....

Astarion glares his eyes at you, "How the hell did you do now? You miss them! What Were you doing?"

Shadowheart steps between you two". Enough; fighting now won't fix it. We will have a new plan tomorrow, Right Tav?" She looks at you expectantly, and you avoid her gaze. You let everyone down again. 

You walk over to your tent, ready to hide away, when something catches your eye. You open the flap, and the missing tome—covered in blood and a note beside the book—catches your eye next. 

A deal, a deal, kitten... I will See you again soon... K

Zevlor

You're unsure if you're more nervous that everyone is counting on you to tell them when the last tent's candle goes out... or you're alone with Zevlor at your lookout spot.

This was just supposed to be a simple stealth mission to check out a nearby camp, and then Zevlor would come with you. This would have been normally very exciting for you, but after what you did, now you're mortified. 

What do you even say to someone after impulsively kissing them and running away? Turning around, you see where Zevlor is standing, his fiery eyes already on you. You watch as his eyes move from your lips back to your eyes, and it feels like you've been hit by a fireball. 

Quickly, you turn back around, trying to hide your embarrassment. Zevlor must hate you now. Trying to focus back on your mission, you try to ignore the sound of his rustling armor and the new warmth at your side. You don't have to look over to know that Zevlor is at your side. What you didn't expect, however, was when he gently pulled your face towards him, forcing you to meet his handsome face staring at you with an authoritative intensity.

"Are we supposed to ignore what happened? Because I am unsure if I can." He says so calmly that it sends a shiver through you. He is so commanding that he doesn't need to raise his voice, and you will still do whatever he says. 

"Do you hate me now, Zevlor..." He looks surprised for a moment before he puts on his charming smile. 

"No, I think the best way to explain it is now I am completely enamored and anxious for more." 

From the start, there's been a pull between you two, but now, instead of an aching want, that feeling is now a burning need.

A burning need to have his lips back on yours, to taste his tongue against yours, to feel his warmth against you as he pins you against the nearest thing. 

You need to wrap your legs around his waist, you need to hear his soft moans as you kiss along his neck, and you need to feel his cock as deep as possible as he finally sheaths himself inside of you. You just hope your companions understand your need when they ask why you never gave the signal… 

[cleolinda]

JANUARY 3: This is the Silent Hill 2 remake, I don't usually play video games, and I can't get out of the parking lot.

JANUARY 5, TWO WEEKS AGO: I have since made a lot of progress in my limited game time, but this is from my second attempt at playing. I was still learning to walk. As such, already knowing the game really well from watching streamers play it, I wanted to settle into the first couple of areas and work on basic skills like a baby deer. I... certainly practiced something.

Yes, this was my genuine reaction. It's just humorous yelling rather than scary yelling.

--

[Comments directed at my player character are in parentheses.]

Okay, I have walked James to the town. Very impressed with myself. I'll explain that story later. I have a very short amount of time in which I am alone in the house and can scream if necessary. Okay, we're gonna—we're gonna do a leisurely jog. 

(No, that's the wall. That's my fault. That's on me.) 

Camera? Nobody told me that the camera is the most impart—the most important part of moving forward. That was my trouble yesterday. Camera...? [I pilot James badly.] (Okay, that's on me. I don't want to run you into the railing. That's on me.) Okay, we can't go that way, can we? That's the whole thing. Okay, we gotta turn around, this what I thought. Mooove the camera. 

I'm trying to get us to the combat. I'm trying to get us to the combat tutorial because—before people come home—(that's the rail, that's the rail. That's on me. That's not you, that's on me). I'm trying to get us to the combat so I can find out exactly how steep the learning curve is gonna be—listen, this monster is very hard for a lot of people. If I get my ass beat, there's no shame in that. (That's the wall. Don't—don’t go into the wall.) There's no shame in that, but I want to know how hard it is actually going to be for me to learn this. I'm just trying to feel this out before I… (Keep—you’re doing good. You're doing great) ...before I subject all of y'all to 11 hours of me dying horribly. Okay—okay, he's really huffing and puffing, it's very realistic, here we go. 

(You're good, you're good with gates. We got you good at that. Come on, here we go. Go through the gate. Thank you. Thank you. All right. We're doing great. You're doing—you’re doing so good. Here we go. Oh—jog. Pinky finger [on the shift key for sprint], here we go. Camera, moving the camera for you. All right. Jog—that's trash, that’s—that's a dumpster. I didn't mean for that. Okay.) 

Flower shop? I’m not—I have watched the cut scene with Angela [in the cemetery]. I actually really wanna talk about the flower shop a lot, but we're not gonna do that today. This is not an official gameplay recording [video]. We are just going to haul ass and get to—that's a door. Okay, that's not the flower shop. Here we go. 

(Power walk! Come on, we got this. That—that's barbed wire, we don't wanna go into that, okay. Here we go.) 

This is just a—you’re probably going, why are you rushing through this? Because it’s a really long jog down a really long road, and it's very liminal and purposeful, but… nothing is happening, nothing is going to happen, until you get that first weapon. 

[I didn't express this idea very well: I was trying to learn the controls and basic skills, and I wouldn't be able to really practice exploring the town until I could break windows with the melee weapon. I knew the game well from watching playthroughs, and I didn't rush my "real" play time when I started over.] 

Please tell me I didn't turn him around and we’re not going back towards the ranch. This is such a long jog, Jesus Christ. I mean, I've watched it so I know it's long, but good god. Okay, follow the puddle trail. (That's a van. We're not getting in the van. Here we go, keep going.) We gotta find the blood puddle. Come on, we gotta find the blood puddle in… the… okay, that's a farm? That's another farm. Cornfield. Have I passed a cornfield before? I think I have. [A spooky sound.] So we're—the fuck was that? Okay. [It was in the] background—

(I'm sorry, I know you're getting your steps in. I know you're getting your cardio in. I'm very sorry. But if you're gonna find your wife, we gotta do this.)

[I see a familiar gate ahead.]

NOOOO. NO, HAVE I GONE BACK TO THE CEMETERY? Noooooo! nOoOoOo, how did I do this? Noooo! I thought it didn't look like town! Oh no! NO! (Oh, that was—I am so sorry. That was the wall and that was your elbow. I am so sorry. Honey, how did we end up doing this?!) nOoOoO! How am I back at the cemeterrryyy? No!! I'm running out of time. I do not want my family—(that’s barbed wire)—I do not want my family to hear me screaming because I'm sure I will be—I can't fucking believe this.
 I ran him back past the ranch to the cemeTERY!! 

I'm gonna have to pull out the map. Everyone pulls out the map and I didn't and I need to make sure I'm going in the right direction. I got into an auto shop; I got a key; I opened a gate. I did all kinds of shit—I did so good, and the walk into town is so long that I didn't even realize I—how did I go the wRoNg wAy?!

Okay, at least the gate's already open. It's a straight shot once we get to the auto shop. It better be a straight fucking shot. I'm so mad. [Aggressively optimistic:] Okay. No, no, we got this. We got this. We're gonna interact with it. We're gonna interact with it. I'm learning to interact. The camera is a big part of interacting. Come on. Come on.

[Optimistically:] I got extra practice walking!

[mxmarsbars]

Submitted by iCowLover: AITA for assuming this dude stole my cows?

Long story short, I (M43) wanted to corral some cows and bring them back to my team, safe and sound. For food, for honor, for praise; there were countless reasons why this meant a lot to me. Call me dramatic, but I had a goal, and I was going to accomplish it.

It took a while, I’ll admit. Heck, I could’ve died getting those things back! But I needed to get those cows home and I did a darn good job of doing it! 

Some backstory as to why these cows specifically are so important to me: a couple seasons ago, my business bros and I had a whole cow corralling fiasco. These things would not stop dying, no matter what we did. Suffocation, explosions, murder— it took forever to secure them. Hence why I never wanted something like that to happen again. Ever.

Fast forward a little while, I come home, and what do I find (or rather not find)? My cows. They were gone. 

Now, I didn’t know who stole them, but I had a pretty good idea. 

More backstory, and this is crucial: the murderer of one of our cows back in the day was this guy (M31). Let’s call him “Cow Killer” for privacy reasons. He took it upon himself to slaughter our cows, that we were working so hard to keep alive, like some maniac!

So can you blame me for assuming he was the one who stole, or even worse, killed my cows?

Well, I stop by his base, trying to be calm and collected. And despite my rage, I tell him very politely, as nicely as I can, “I’m sorry, but you have a reputation about stealing cows.” 

And do you know what this guy does? He starts screaming at me! 

Full on meltdown levels of screaming, going on and on about how he didn’t steal them and how they’re his and how he went on his own crazy trip to get them. I couldn’t even get a word in, that’s how much he was yelling at me.

But how was I supposed to know that? How was I supposed to know he had his own cow debacle when all he’s ever done is kill them? 

So he’s screaming bloody murder at me while flailing around, and it gets to the point where he has to physically remove himself from the conversation. And now I’m worried because almost everybody keeps telling me I was in the wrong for asking and "causing"... whatever that was.

I’m so confused because it was a reasonable question! Someone took my cows. Obviously the first person I ask (very politely, mind you) is going to be the guy with a reputation for stealing cows. 

I feel super paranoid now. It’s been keeping me up at night. I can’t think about anything else other than who took my gosh darn cows! 

So am I really the asshole for thinking a repeated cow killer stole my cows? 

(Edit: Please answer quickly. His teammate thinks I’m crazy and wants me dead.)

[creepsterdreams]

I'm thinking about mc having a voice fetish and telling ts lI's that their voice is mc type

I love this request so much mostly because it allows me to bring up my headcanons for what they're voices sound like

TOUCHSTARVED LI's reaction to MC having a voice fetish and them being their "type"

Summary: How would the LI's respond if you had a voice fetish and told them that they were just your type

CW: Suggestiveness, some manhandling, teasing, MC being made fun of kinda, gn!MC, established relationships

LEANDER

Most people would’ve been annoyed with a voice that sounded like the textbook hero you would see in books, that boyish charm and cheerful attitude that never seemed to go away. Then there were those moments where that tone dropped, and their voice commanded the room, demanding to be acknowledged.

To you, it was just what you needed.

Another dispute had occurred within the walls of the Wet wick, this time between a bloodhound and a man that had just recently arrived to Eridia. Leander was quick on his feet, standing high on one of the tables yelling out that the next round of drinks were on him, all in an attempt to make everyone settle down. There was a certain edge to his tone that made you perk up, as if you were afraid to find out the consequences of not paying attention to him. Telling you that he is a leader and you will listen.

You quickly got up and went outside to the back of the building, honestly you had to get out of there before you jumped on him right where he stood.

After a few minutes of you pacing outside, wondering what to tell the mage once he realizes you had disappeared, the door swung open, and there he was, in all his glory.

“Hey sweetheart, I noticed you had ran off, everything okay?”

He was not making this any easier.

“I’m fine I just…needed a moment.” You responded hastily, voice wavering slightly.

Unfortunately for you, Leander picked up on your flushed tone, coming closer and sitting down against the wall next to you. He looks at you with a worried expression and wraps his arm around your shoulder, gently shaking you. “You sure you alright? You can tell me anything you know.”

Well if there was one flaw about Leander that you hates the most, it was his need to push.

So, you take a deep breath, and rub the tops of your thighs, trying to find the proper wording for your answer. “Well, it’s kind of hard to explain.”

He doesn’t respond, instead choosing to nod so you knew he was listening.

“It’s…your voice.”

Leander raises his eyebrows, his expression filled with confusion. “My voice?”

You couldn’t respond after that, the words got caught up in your throat, and heat was beginning to rise in your neck. But judging by your reaction, he somehow read your mind.

And that made his confusion turn into pure amusement.

“You like my voice sweetheart?”

Curse him.

You nodded, keeping your gaze trained on how his own green eyes seemingly lit up as he continued.

“Dawww you should’ve said something then, I would’ve talked your ear off even more.”

The joke made you laugh and press your forehead against his chest, breathing deeply. “I didn’t really know how to tell you that it’s just my type.”

He lets out a barking laugh, pausing for a moment to wrap his arms around your body, pulling you as close as possible, before pressing a gently kiss on the top of your head.

“Well, at least now I have an excuse to never shut up around ya.”

AIS

Ais had the kind of voice that you could only pull off when you’ve just freshly woken up, and had a few cigarettes. It was deep, and raspy in all the right places. The kind that sent shivers down your spine upon hearing it.

In the current times, you were crossed legged on the grounds of the seaspring. Luckily sitting far enough away from the bloody waters so you remained unaffected by it.

Princess was resting her head on your lap, with the rest of her body lying on the wooden boards. Soft warbling noises were coming from her, sounding almost like a purr, and the tendrils on her head swaying around in glee as you pet her.

Eventually, the doors open, and in walks Ais returning from the city, the horde of soulless surrounding him. Honestly, if they didn’t have the appearance of monsters, you would’ve mistaken them for overexcited puppies seeing their owner after a long day.

Ais chuckles and leans down, gently rubbing all of them on the tops of their heads as he coo’s at them. After that he sits up again and walks over to you, greeting you with a kiss on the forehead before giving his focus to Princess.

“Such a good girl, making sure they didn’t get into trouble while I was gone.” He murmured before glancing at you with a teasing grin.

You roll your eyes at his antics, scooting over slightly so he can sit down next to you and allow Princess to drape her body over his lap. You both always have a habit of spoiling her.

But rather than continuing to reward Princess with her much-needed pets, your mind drifts off and finds itself being pulled into the soft whispers coming from Ais. There was something so hypotonic about his voice that always put you into a trance, no matter if he was loud and obnoxious while at the bar, or gentle and tender while with you. Either way it always hit just the right spots.

"Sparrow?"

Ais's sudden call out causes you to jump and leave your thoughts. You look at him and see his intense stare, probably wondering why you were so silent.

"I'm alright, just daydreaming a bit."

He raises his eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "About?"

You straighten up and your eyes widen, not expecting that question. Just how would he react if you told him about the growing attraction to his voice?

Your silence only pushes him further, the edges of his lips rising slightly. "Care to share, sparrow?"

And before you can think over your next words, your impulse takes over quickly. "Well, I was thinking about how much your voice is just my type."

The next few moments of silence are almost deafening.

Neither of you says a thing, the only thing being heard is Princess whining at the loss of attention and the waves from the seaspring. But what broke that silence, was Ais reaching over and grabbing you to place you on his lap.

Yelping, you try to escape his embrace, but then again you are working with monster strength here. He keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you, pressing his face as close to yours as possible, making sure his lips were right against your ear.

"What about my voice? Come on I wanna hear all about it."

You beg him to let you go, you're wriggling only getting slower as time goes by once you start accepting your entrapment. Ais lets out another warm laugh, leaning in closer and slightly dragging his sharp canines over the edge of your ear, causing you to shiver.

"If you won't confess so easily, luckily for you we have all night to talk."

KURAS

Kuras's voice was something you would expect to only hear in your dreams. The soft, yet almost ethereal tone that brings you nothing but comfort. A part of you thinks that Kuras is aware of your liking towards his voice, but, another part of honestly thinks his lack of feelings towards certain things makes him oblivious towards the matter.

You were at the moment caught up with organizing the mess that was the bookshelf hidden in the clinic. Truth be told, it was partially your fault that you begged him to add it, wanting those who were here for long periods to have some sort of entertainment. But after some time of having it, your lover eventually grew annoyed by how some people just basically threw it back onto the shelf rather than in its rightful place. So, here you were.

You were sitting down on a chair in front of the pile of books, having one in each hand as you took glances at the shelf and pondered on where they should go. You don't know how long you've been at it honestly, but apparently, it was long enough for your lover to walk into the room, wondering what you were up too.

"Dear? Have you really been in here all day?" Kuras says as he walks up next to you, peering down at the work you've done.

You respond with a tired hum, putting the other two books away before leaning your head against Kuras's midsection, sighing contently at the feeling.

He lets out a silent laugh, using one of his hands to softly rub his thumb on the back of your head. That's when he also starts telling you about his day, the patients that came in the early morning, how he had to make an emergency stop at the market to grab some more ingredients for remedies. As he continued on, you found yourself becoming increasingly sleepy, the gently rumbling of his voice slowly lulling you into a much needed rest.

"My love, do I need to carry you to the bed again?" He says in a quiet tone, yet you could hear a faint sense of teasing.

You shake your head scoot your chair closer so that you can snuggle more into his middle, using one of your own hands to play with the many accessories adorning his clothes.

But before you knew it, your exhaustion took over your sense of thought, and you started spilling whatever you held in your mind.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a really nice voice?”

This made Kuras pause his movement, looking down at you as he took notice of your tired appearance. “Is that so?”

You giggled before nodding, pulling on one of the golden pins. “I could listen it all day, and it’s just the kind that I love.”

Kuras awkwardly cleared his throat, covering his mouth to hide the obvious smile painted on his lips. Realizing your fidgeting was beginning to slow down, he gently removed your hand from him, before leaning down and placing his arms underneath your back and legs, so he can pick you up.

He then walks out of the room, and begins making his way towards the bedroom upstairs, making sure to readjust you if needed.

Kuras smiles down at your peaceful expression, seeing that you had fallen asleep while he was carrying you.

Hopefully you’ll enjoy the sound of him reading out loud, because that’s all he planned to do now that he had such interesting information.

VERE

If Ais’s voice was raspy and deep, then Vere’s is the definition of sultry and seductive. And it didn’t help that Vere was fully aware of this fact, and used it to its fullest advantage. The smooth yet silky tone that he uses when he wants to bring even the strongest to their knees. His voice was that of an additive drug that you couldn’t help but never get enough of.

Vere was having a long conversation with someone he had saw at a bar while you too were together, an acquaintance he called them. But even as you were barely paying attention to what was being said you could tell it was more of Vere gossiping while the other simply sat and listened. As you know the fox had little to no close relationships besides you and Ais, so they were probably just someone he tolerated rather than befriended.

But what did pull you back into the discussion was the sound of Vere’s tone dropping a bit, as he began recounting how one of the mages from the Senobium had the audacity to tell him what he could and couldn’t keep in the dungeon where they kept him. In his opinion, he had the right to decorate it as he pleased, after all he did his job perfectly, so who were they to dare question what he did outside that?

What made you pay so close attention though, was the hiss in Vere’s voice, somehow even when utterly annoyed he sounded enchanting.

“He was such a boring one, am I right darling?”

Now instead of in front of the other person, Vere’s gaze was now completely directed towards you. His eyes low and his expression nothing short of mischievous.

He knew what he was doing to you.

You quickly clear your throat and straighten your back, not wanting him to notice your obviously dazed state. “I agree, if there’s one thing that you love more than me it’s your sense of style.”

Vere lets out a taunting cackle that reveals his long and sharp teeth, reminding you just of what he can do if provoked. “That you are correct, my pet.”

The person he was speaking you eventually got up and left, claiming that they had a job they needed to attend to early in the morning.

So, now it left only you and your teasing lover.

He slid over to you, sitting down on the chair and leaning over to his chin was resting on your shoulder.

“We should head back home, I’m starting to miss our bed.”

You send him a flushed smile, readjusting your clothing. “It’s getting late anyway, I’m starting to feel a bit tired.”

He snickers, using one of his hands to reaching up and caress the side of your face, slowly dragging his claw down your cheek.

“I noticed your staring while I was talking to them, is there something you will like to share darling?”

You pause again, looking down at your feet as Vere continues teasing you with his words.

He then uses his pointer finger to tilt your head towards him, smirking as he takes in your expression. “It’s my voice isn’t it? It’s just what you need to get your rocks off? Hm?”

Well, shit. Guess there’s no hiding it now.

His smirk only widens, turning more into an amused grin.

“Hm, well now I guess we have even more of a reason to get home. I’ll show you other ways I can use this mouth of mine.”

MHIN

There were a lot of ways you could describe Mhin’s voice. One of them being quiet, yet firm. They often spoke in harsh, short sentences. Being more of someone that shows you what they mean rather than telling you. But that didn’t stop you from loving it any less. Another thing you loved was that their voice had somewhat of an accent to it, making it clear they weren’t from Eridia. To you it only made them sound more adorable, but you weren’t going to tell them that.

Mhin was in your room at the Wet Wick, washing out all the blood, and small parts of soulless that got on their hair. It was currently out of the shirt ponytail they usually kept it in, so now it was spread across their shoulders. All the more pleasing to you.

They were grumbling underneath their breath, hastily preening at the locks. You watched them closely, trying not to make your amusement noticeable as they continuously scooped up small amounts of water and flinging it onto their head.

After some time, they take a nearby cloth and use it to dry themselves, before standing up fully and taking a few steps over to you.

“What’s so funny?” They huff at you.

You covered your mouth, hiding your growing smile. “Oh nothing, just remembered something.”

They hummed and sat down next to you on the bed, removing the cloth and throwing it onto the bucket nearby.

But before they can talk again, your voice suddenly rang out.

“Has anyone ever told you your voice is really cute?”

Their eyes go wide and they whip their head around to face you. “Excuse me?”

Finally showing your grin, you repeat yourself. “It’s cute, I like listening to it.”

Within seconds, their face automatically turns red, and they look away, shielding you from seeing their expressions. “You can’t just say that!”

You let out a quiet giggle, sitting up so you can wrap your arms around their middle and lean against their back. “But it’s the truth. Your voice is just my type, my love.”

Of course you had to add the pet name just to drive this a little further.

They tense up in your hold, clenching their fist as they continue looking away from you. “Tsk…damn you.”

You laugh again, pressing closer so you can press a soft kiss on their cheek. “I love you too, Mhin.”

It took a lot of convincing but you were able to get them to talk some more, but only because you begged, of course.

[sirenontheloose]

PET-SITTING CHAOS

Chaos is just another word for adventure in disguise.

GENRE: comedy??

“Don’t forget we’re pet-sitting for Mrs. Han tomorrow!” Yoonchae shouted across the street with a burst of enthusiasm. The two girls had decided they needed an easy summer job, and Mrs. Han, the strict but sweet old lady in their neighborhood, had offered what seemed like the perfect gig.

“Got it! I’ll meet you at your place at 8 a.m. sharp!” Y/N shouted back, equally excited. The whole neighborhood knew they were looking forward to spending a day playing with Mrs. Han’s adorable pets, or at least that’s what they assumed.

The next morning, as they walked to Mrs. Han’s house, they chatted excitedly about their plans for senior year. The five-minute walk flew by, and soon, Yoonchae was knocking on Mrs. Han’s front door. Mrs. Han greeted them with her usual warm smile, though there was a slight edge of desperation in her voice. “Oh, girls! Thank you so much for doing this. I wouldn’t know what to do if no one could take care of my babies.”

“All good, Mrs. Han! We’ll make sure everything’s fine until you’re back at 5,” Y/N assured her confidently.

Mrs. Han, looking both grateful and slightly rushed, then informed the two girls, “They’re upstairs, second floor, first door on the left. Good luck!” With that, she hurried to her car and drove off before they could ask any questions.

“‘Good luck’? What does that mean?” Y/N muttered as they climbed the stairs.

“Probably just her being nice,” Yoonchae replied. “How hard could this be? Feed a couple of cats, maybe walk a dog. Easy peasy.”

When they reached the door, Yoonchae swung it open with a grin, expecting to see a couple of fluffy puppies or sleepy kittens. Instead, the first thing they heard was a loud, “Bitch!”. Before they could process it, a monkey leapt from the dresser and landed squarely on Y/N’s face. Y/N screamed, stumbling backward as the monkey clung to her head like a furry hat.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Y/N yelled, flailing her arms.

Yoonchae, half-panicked and half-laughing, grabbed the monkey and pried it off her friend. She quickly shoved it back into the room and slammed the door shut.

“What was THAT?” Yoonchae gasped, leaning against the door like it might burst open again.

Y/N, still recovering from the ambush, wiped her face. “I think… I think it was a monkey. Why does Mrs. Han have a monkey?”

“More like why didn’t we ask what kind of pets she had?” Yoonchae groaned. “We just assumed it’d be normal pets, like dogs, cats, maybe a goldfish. Not… this.”

As they stood there trying to catch their breath, a loud squawk came from behind the door. “Idiots! Idiots!”

Yoonchae froze. “Please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”

The door creaked open a crack, and a colorful parrot peeked out, glaring at them with what could only be described as judgmental eyes. “Bitch!” it repeated, then cackled like a cartoon villain.

Y/N and Yoonchae exchanged a look of pure disbelief.

“Okay,” Y/N said, taking a deep breath. “We’ve got this. It’s just a monkey and a cursing parrot. How bad could it be?”

The door rattled ominously as the monkey tried to open it from the other side. Yoonchae gave her a deadpan look. “Do you really want the answer to that question?” Y/N let out a big sigh and said, “Look, we just need to keep them alive until 5. We can do this.” She wasn’t sure if she was convincing Yoonchae or herself. “You better hope we stay alive until 5,” Yoonchae muttered, getting ready to open the door again.

As soon as the door opened, the parrot shot out like a rocket, yelling, “Losers! Stupid!” It sounded like it was laughing at them.

“Come back here!” Yoonchae shouted, running after the bird. “Why does it sound so proud of itself?” Y/N groaned, chasing after it too.

While the girls ran after the parrot, the monkey saw its chance. It climbed out of the room, sneaked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Moments later, it was holding a bunch of bananas and throwing yogurt containers everywhere.

“Is it throwing yogurt?” Yoonchae asked, staring in disbelief.

“Forget the parrot! We’ve got a monkey making a mess in the kitchen!” Y/N yelled, ducking as a yogurt container flew past her and splattered on the wall. The parrot landed on top of the curtain rod, watching the chaos below. “Idiots! Losers!” it shouted again, laughing loudly.

“This isn’t pet-sitting,” Yoonchae said, crouching behind the couch to avoid flying food. “This is a survival show!”

The monkey peeled a banana, took a bite, and then threw the rest at Y/N, who wiped banana mush off her shirt.

“Alright, you little troublemakers,” she said, glaring at the monkey and the parrot. “Game on.” But the monkey and the parrot weren’t done yet. They were just getting started.

After surviving the wildest food fight of their lives against animals, no less, Y/N and Yoonchae finally managed to corner the parrot. “Gotcha!” Yoonchae said triumphantly as she slammed the cage door shut.

The parrot glared at her, puffed up its feathers, and muttered, “Idiots…” before turning its back on them.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re the idiots,” Yoonchae muttered, wiping yogurt off her arm.

Meanwhile, the monkey had retreated to the top of the fridge, happily munching on its last banana.

“Alright, your turn, buddy,” Y/N said, hands on her hips.

The monkey looked at her, then at the empty banana peel in its hand, and threw it at her face.

“That’s it!” Y/N shouted, grabbing a towel quickly. “You’re getting a bath whether you like it or not!”

It took another ten minutes of chasing the monkey through the house, including a brief moment where it tried to hide in Mrs. Han’s flower vase, before they finally managed to scoop it up.

“Why is it so sticky?” Yoonchae asked as they carried the squirming monkey into the bathroom.

“I don’t know, but it’s about to be squeaky clean,” Y/N replied, turning on the shower.

The monkey, realizing what was about to happen, let out a dramatic screech and clung to Yoonchae’s shirt. “Oh no, you don’t!” Yoonchae said, prying it off and plopping it into the tub. Water splashed everywhere as the monkey flailed, but eventually, it gave up and sat there sulking while Y/N scrubbed it with shampoo.

“See? This isn’t so bad,” Y/N said, rinsing the suds off.

The monkey gave her a look that clearly said, I will remember this.

By the time they were done, the bathroom looked like a hurricane had passed through, but the monkey was finally clean and wrapped in a fluffy towel. Yoonchae collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. “We should’ve just taken a babysitting job.” Y/N flopped down next to her, still holding the damp towel. “Next time, let’s ask what kind of ‘pets’ we’re dealing with first.”

From its cage, the parrot squawked, “Try harder! Pathetic!” one last time, as if to agree.

The girls groaned in unison.

THE END

[sunny374940]

Don't leave me, please

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Rook landed on his back with a thud, hitting his head against the hard stone. He lay there, too dizzy to get up, so he just stared up at the grey churning sky. He remembered Ghilan'nain dying, Lucanis lying motionless not far away from her. Emmrich was yelling at him to get the dagger and then… he was falling? His head was still spinning, it was hard to think… What was he missing? Oh, yeah.

Solas. The fucker.

Rook was so going to kill him once he got out of here. He got up gingerly, trying not to fall over right away from the waves of nausea running through him. His eyes finally focused and he really didn't like what he saw. This was where he talked to Solas. But back then he was over there, across the gaping chasm, and now he was… he was fucked, that's what he was. Solas couldn't manage to break out of here by himself and now Rook was here and he was alone.

He hoped the others were safe. But Bellara had been taken and Harding died and Lucanis was probably dead too. What if something happened to Emmrich as well? Rook left him behind again, even though he promised not to after that time the Venatori kidnapped him. It was the first time Emmrich got truly angry with him, and Rook vowed to himself not to let them get separated again and he fucked it up so bad.

But he couldn't stand there moping, he had to get out. He started walking, taking a random path upwards and there were voices, tangling together so that he couldn't make out a word, but someone was here, maybe Solas leaving kept the prison open somehow… he took off running, desperate to get closer to them.

“Why did you let me do it, Rook? I thought we were friends, why did you let me take down the wards? Elgar'nan will kill me and it'll be your fault!”

It was Bellara's voice, but he couldn't see her anywhere.

“Did you even think about Taash when you sent me to lead the distraction team? They loved me and now I'm gone because of you!”

And Harding! There was no way she could be here, was there?

“You let me die, Rook. I finally wanted to live and now I don't get the chance!”

Lucanis sounded so angry and Rook didn’t blame him. He should have protected them, what good was he as a leader if he couldn’t?

“You failed us all.”

He was turning around, trying to see where the voices were coming from, but there was only the same dull greyness everywhere. But he couldn't let them get to him, he had to get out and this was what the prison did, it would trap him in regretting the choices he made today, but he wouldn't let it!

“No! We all did what we had to do! You're not them! Shut up!”

The voices quieted down, but he still wasn't any closer to finding his way out, so he just picked a random direction and started walking.

It must have been days, at least. Or maybe weeks? Or hours? The never-changing greyish light didn't allow for any guesses about the passage of time. He did doze off a few times, curled up against a boulder, but didn't feel any better afterwards.

Rook was trying to navigate the winding pathways once again, when he heard footsteps coming from behind him, a familiar measured gait. He whirled around, hoping that he was right about who this was.

“Emmrich! How did you get in here?”

Rook was running to him, elated at finally, finally seeing him. It'd been too long, he was so worried about him, but he was here! He came for him!

“You left me again,” he said, his tone accusing, and his eyes were so cold it almost made Rook shiver. “You said you wouldn't, yet here we are.”

“Emmrich, I'm so sorry, Solas took the dagger and I couldn't-”

“Excuses, darling, that's all you ever have.”

And he turned and walked away into the misty darkness, leaving Rook standing there, unable to move.

“No, Emmrich, please, don't leave me here!”

His voice echoed in the emptiness. It wasn't Emmrich, just another creation of the prison sent to torment him, but that didn't make it hurt any less. And it didn't stop him from hoping that it would be him next time.

It was quite long before he saw him again.

“Please, stay with me,” he whispered, tears falling from his eyes. “I don't want to be alone.”

“Why would I? Don't you remember when the Venatori took you? You sent me away and you'll do it again.”

And Rook was left standing there, reaching out with a shaking hand to try and keep Emmrich from going.

He dragged himself through another round of futile search among the now familiar rocks. His stomach was hurting constantly from hunger, his throat was parched, but he didn’t seem to be dying just yet. Although he caught himself wanting to, after around the tenth time he encountered Emmrich.

There was no way out of here, no way to get back to the world and the moments of desperate hope that this time it would really be him and not some Fade illusion were unimaginable torture. He stopped going after him, no matter how much he wanted to. Not coming close was better than the unfeeling eyes.

He'd been trying to fall asleep after scouring the place once more for some crack that would let him out, when Emmrich appeared again and this time he came to Rook, who wasn't even able to get up and retreat. He was mocking him, spitting insults, denying his love for him and Rook just cowered on the ground and no amount of telling himself that Emmrich would never say those things would make him feel any better.

He'd had enough of the place. He decided to try the last thing he could think of doing to get out of there, the one he'd been putting off, because there was no telling what would happen if he failed. But he didn't care if he failed anymore.

He took off running to the edge and leapt. Maybe Fade rules were different and he would jump further than he normally could and maybe Solas wouldn't have thought of trying such a fucking stupid thing and that's why he was locked here the whole time and maybe he would succeed and finally be free. Or maybe he wouldn't succeed, but he would get peace at last.

He was at the highest point of his jump when he realized that he definitely wouldn't be reaching the other side and then he was falling, the darkness below swallowing him whole and he hit the ground hard.

Rook opened his eyes (when did he even close them?) and he was back in the same fucking spot as when he first got here! He choked on a sob. And another, and then he was crying, curling in on himself on the ground.

He heard footsteps, but he couldn't look up, he had no strength left to face whatever abuse he was meant to endure this time.

“Hey, kid.”

Rook started at the voice and risked a glance after all. Varric was settling himself down next to him and Rook couldn't quite manage to stamp down the hope that was traitorously growing inside him again. He sat up to study the dwarf and he looked healthier than he remembered him, the braces on his arm and leg were gone. That was weird…

“Varric? What are you doing here?”

“I think you know, don't you?”

Did he? Suddenly a wall he didn't know was in his mind came crashing down and the memories flooded him, making him sob again. Varric was here because he… wasn't, not really. He was dead. How could he have forgotten that his friend, the one who gave him a name he actually wanted to use for himself, was dead? The tears kept flowing, Varric patted his shoulder and Rook couldn't even remember the last time someone touched him with kindness.

“C'mon, enough with the waterworks. What's done is done,” Varric said, and he was watching him with a small smile that had Rook's heart breaking.

“I- I'm so sorry, Varric, it was my fault, I-”

“Shut up, kid. I might be short but that doesn't mean I'm a child. I made my decision, just like you made yours, and sometimes our decisions are fucking stupid, but we have to live with them. Or die, in my case. But you can't be stewing in your regret forever, that's not helping anyone.”

“I- you're right, but… I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you too, but that's life for you.”

Rook heard voices again, but this time they sounded urgent, making him stand up to look around. Varric was standing up too and he grabbed at Rook’s arm, pointing at a pinprick of light glowing brightly in the grey landscape.

“Now get the hell out of here and do what you do best.”

“I don't even know what that is anymore.”

“Be you, Rook. And cause chaos, you're good at that.”

There was a flash of greenish light and the pinprick grew into a crack and a hand thrust its way through, searching for something. The clink of the bangles was unmistakable and if this was another trick of the prison then Rook thought he would die on the spot.

“Go, they need you. And you need them.”

“Thank you, Varric. For everything.”

“Anytime, kid. Anytime.”

And then Varric was gone and Rook caught Emmrich's hand and let himself be pulled out into the blinding light. They fell to the ground together and Rook knew that he was staring at him, but he wasn't sure that he believed this, not after all the times his hopes were so cruelly dashed. Was it really him? But Emmrich was warm and smiling at him with such joy that it had to be true, he couldn't even entertain the possibility that it wasn't.

Emmrich was sitting up carefully, treating him like a cat that might spook at any moment, and Rook definitely wouldn't allow himself to be dislodged now, so he resettled himself to sit across Emmrich’s lap. He'd missed his place there so much. He looked up into Emmrich's face and he looked awful, for lack of a better word, eyes bloodshot with dark circles under them, exhaustion evident in every line of his face.

“How long was I in there?” he asked, because there was stubble on Emmrich's cheeks and it didn't look like it happened just overnight.

“A few weeks, darling, but what matters is that you are here now.”

A few weeks? It felt like much longer, like he'd been there forever, but now he was out and Emmrich came for him, even when he'd lost all hope.

“I- I thought I'd never see you again.”

And Rook was crying, holding onto him with trembling hands, and he was finally safe with his love.

[the-universal-sun]

mmmore cg fidds w lee please!! >:3 they r so cut e

Sorry this took so long! I hope you're still here to enjoy this! It's a bit angsty, but I think it's pretty fluffy still! I really hope you enjoy this, and that you're safe and warm! Thank you so very much for the request!!!

There is some implied abuse, so TW: implied abuse, so please skip over the small ("Stanley? Pumpkin, what's wrong?) paragraph if that would bother you, but that's the only time it's implied! I hope it's not too much!!!

Please enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! And as always, I'm open to helpful comments and critiques!

Stay safe!

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"Stanley Caryn Pines, just what do you think you're doing?" Fidds' voice spooked a squeaky noise from Stan, who had been sneaking up behind him. It was lunch time and Fidds was taking such a long time and we was soooo hungry, he hadn't eaten since breakfast! So Stan decided to sneak in the kitchen behind Fidds to get something to eat from the plates laid out. How did Fidds hear him?! Stan was being as sneaky as he possibly could be.

"Were you plannin' on spooking me now? You know not to do that when I'm standing over the stove." He scolded, turning around from his stirring to stare at Stan with a stern eye.

"Mm-mm." Stan mumbled, bringing his finger up the bite his knuckle nervously. He didn't want to scare Fidds, even though it's funny to sneak up behind him and shout "Boo!", he knows the rules. Not to do it when Fidds has sharp objects or when he's cooking, because then someone could get hurt. Stan gnaws at his knuckle nervously. Did he scare Fidds? He snuck up behind him, but he didn't shout or try to scare him. Is he in trouble now? Stan doesn't want to be in trouble, 'specially if he didn't mean to break any rules.

"Stanley? Pumpkin, what's wrong? You're rocking." Was he? Stan didn't even notice. He's never gotten in real trouble with Fidds before-he's never broken a rule of theirs before. He's good. Stan doesn't like being in trouble, being in trouble means being yelled at or chased out of town. Or some big ouchies.

"Stanley?"

Would Fidds yell at him like Pa'? He's nothing like Pa', but Stan's also never broke a rule 'afore, so maybe he does yell like him. He chews on his finger harder, his breathing going funny and his head spinny from his rocking.

"Stanley!" Hands, gentle hands, stop Stan's rocking. They bring his face up. It's Fidds' hands, and his face is doing something funny. His eyebrows look all scrunched up. His hands take Stan's finger from his mouth with a soft please stop and just looks at him. The look gives Stan a funny feeling in his stummy, a swooping feeling. "Stanley, Honey Bee, what's wrong. You're so worked up, I-was it-was it me?" Fidds' voice was soft and sad sounding. Stan didn't like it. Fidds being sad. It's not right, it makes his chest tight.

"Mmm-mmm." Stan mumbles again, trying to find his words. His tongue felt thick and hard to move, but he has to speak, to explain to Fidds and make him not sad sounding anymore. "Not-not scare. I-um-I was-was hungry." He looked down and pointed to the plate on the counter, the one with crackers on it. "Wanted to-sneak s-some cwra-crackers." Stan's face feels hot; he hates it when his voice goes soft and baby-like. It's embarrassing.

"You were just sneaking some-well, Stanley, why didn't you ask? I don't you having a snack if you're hungry, you know, don't you?" Did Stan know that? Back at-with Pa' and Ma', he had to wait until lunch or dinner to eat, no snacks were allowed, they always said something about ruining his something-or-other. He started rocking again, against Fidds' hands. Was it not like that every where? "Stanley, I'd never want you to go hungry, you can have a snack whenever you like, just ask and I'll get it for you. Alright?" Fidds' voice sounded quivery. Stan didn't like that.

"Um..." He can't think of what to say. He's not really hungry anymore, his tummy is still doing flips. "M' sorry." What is he sorry for again? Stan doesn't know, he's just used to saying sorry all the time.

"No no, it's alright, Stanley, nothing to apologize for, I'm sorry for scaring you myself." No! Fidds didn't do anything wrong! He didn't know Stan wasn't trying to scare him! Stan shook his head, trying to tell Fiddleford he had nothing to be sorry about.

"Well if I don't have anything to apologize for, then you don't either, Mister." Stan scrunched his nose and giggled when Fidds swiped his hair back and just stared at him. Stan stared back, thinking. Thinking about how weird it was to think about Pa' and Fidds in the same way. Fidds is nothing like Pa'; Fidds is his-his Papa. He's so good to Stan, when he's acting like an adult and when his head gets all fuzzy sometimes-like it is now. Fidds cares about him a lot, and Stan cares about him so very much. He never wants Fidds to go. He loves him

Fiddleford chuckled as Stan threw his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "All's forgiven, alright? Alright." He squeezed Stan back just as tightly and breathed in his scent. He had no idea what just went on in his head, but he'd never complain about a hug. 'Specially not from his Little Captain over here.

Stan and Fidds stand there like that for minutes, just hugging and softly rocking in the kitchen. Stan's content, he's basked in Fidds' presence. And he'd do that all day if his tummy hadn't rumbled. Maybe he was still hungry. He blushed and looked down, his hand rose to his mouth to be gnawed on before Fidds grabbed it and pulled him to the table. He pulled the chair out and pushed it back in when Stan sat and brought over his special (sippy) cup full of lemonade.

"Lunch is almost ready, but here," He set down the plate of crackers in front of Stan, "these can tide you over in the mean time." Stan looked between Fidds and the crackers and few times before he slowly grabbed one off the plate and started nibbling on it. He's still worried he'd get in trouble, but Fidds just ruffled his hair before going back to the stove to finish lunch. Stan sat there and slowly ate his crackers, his tummy not feeling swoopy anymore.

Stan felt warm.

[ticklygiggles]

A/N: 4/4 of wonderful @wertzunge! This was a little gift because Santa wanted to spoil Max 💖 I love you Max, I really hope you liked these little gifts mwah 💕

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“Whoa, we got so many presents this year!” Yamaguchi said excitedly. 

It was finally Christmas Eve. Yamaguchi thought he had never been so excited about Christmas in his entire life. He loved receiving gifts, but he had always been modest and very patient in that regard. He loved to eat special food on Christmas, but he could actually make that same food any other day of the year. 

What really had him excited this time was the fact that he was going to spend Christmas with people very important to him. Sure, his family was very important to him, but it was his first Christmas away from home and with his friends in his own apartment. Crazy! 

“Stay away from the presents. Are you five years old?" Tsukishima said from the other side of the kotatsu, in front of Yamaguchi. 

Yamaguchi chuckled, leaving a present with his name on it back under the tree and he looked up at Tsukishima with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Tsukki.” 

“Let Yamaguchi look at the presents, Tsukki!” Kuroo said from the kitchen just like a mother would nag at his kids. “He's just watching them, nothing else.” 

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and Yamaguchi giggled, taking a deep breath and sighing pleasantly as he folded his arms over the table and used them as a pillow. His nose filled with the wonderful scent of pine, cinnamon and whatever Kuroo was preparing in the kitchen. 

He was beside himself with excitement. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself and feel his heart racing in his chest as he curled his toes under the kotatsu. There was just one thing missing to feel completely happy. 

“I'm coming~,” Kuroo sang after he heard three quick knocks on the door, and both Yamaguchi and Tsukishima held back a laugh. “Ah, welco- Oh goodness, you're covered in snow!” 

“Hello, Kuroo-san!” 

Well, not ‘a thing’, but ‘a person’. Yamaguchi perked up at hearing your voice and he quickly got up from where he was sitting in front of the tree and rushed to the kitchen to welcome you as well. 

He nearly screamed your name and you looked up at him with a bright smile. “Tadashi! Hello! Tsukki too, hi!” 

There you were. In your arms a pile of gifts, Yamaguchi could barely see your face and snow gathered in your shoulders, head and even your nose. Now that you were here, his Christmas was definitely complete.

He had invited you to spend the holidays at his apartment with Kuroo and Tsukishima and he had to admit that he was really nervous that you would say no, but you had accepted his invitation and now you were really here!

“Ah, thank you, Tsukki,” you said when the blonde helped you with all the gifts. “I think they might be a bit wet. It started to snow so hard just when I got out of the train! Ack!” 

“Yamaguchi, what are you doing there?!” Kuroo yelled as he ruffled your hair, trying to get rid of the snow in your head. “Get some blankets! He's gonna freeze to death! Take your jacket off and your shoes, quickly!”

Yamaguchi gasped and he rushed to his room to get extra blankets. When he was back, you were already being pushed to the living room by Tsukishima, he made you sit by the kotatsu and you sighed in relief when the warmth underneath it wrapped around your freezing legs and feet. 

Yamaguchi smiled and he approached you and Tsukishima who had sat down on his spot again, continuing reading his book. 

“I'm glad you could make it, thank you for coming,” Yamaguchi said, gently placing a blanket around your shoulders and he laughed when you quickly wrapped yourself with it. 

“Thank you for inviting me over! I hope I'm not intruding.” 

“Nonsense!” Kuroo yelled from the kitchen and you and Yamaguchi giggled as Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

“Oh, are you very cold?” Yamaguchi asked worriedly as you trembled slightly. You nodded softly. 

“I'm gonna get you some tea,” Tsukishima said kindly, standing up and quickly going to the kitchen. You thanked him shyly and then smiled at Yamaguchi. Your nose was as red as Rudolph's and Yamaguchi couldn't help but giggle; you looked at him curiously, tilting your head to the side. 

“I'm gonna help you warm up,” Yamaguchi said gently and he laughed when you yelped as he suddenly grabbed your socked feet under the kotatsu. “Relax, I'm just gonna massage your feet a little.” 

Your cheeks turned a little pink, and you tried to tell him no, but Yamaguchi refused to let go of your feet, holding them firmly as his fingers gently massaged your toes and arches. After a moment, you stopped struggling and Yamaguchi smiled widely. 

“Does it feel good?” 

“It… it does.” 

Yamaguchi chuckled, rubbing and massaging your feet carefully, feeling them starting to warm up under his fingers. Your nose was also less red, however, your cheeks were indeed pink with a shy blush. 

A comfortable silence filled the room, only Tsukishima and Kuroo's voices could be heard from the kitchen and along with the delicious aromas, Yamaguchi couldn't help but feel a little drowsy.

His head drooped a few times and his touch on his feet became lighter as he drifted into the realm of dreams for a moment. He felt so relaxed, so happy, so- 

“T-Tadahahashi!” Yamaguchi opened his eyes, raising his head to see you covering your mouth with both hands as you laughed. 

“What's so funny?” He asked curiously. Did he sleep for too long? 

“You're tihihickling me! I think my feheheet are already warm, Tadashi. You can stop now, thank you.” 

Yamaguchi stared at you, blinking slowly as the words made sense in his brain. He then looked at his lap where your feet rested and a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

Before you could pull your feet away, he grabbed them in a lock between his legs and wiggled his fingers right under your toes. Your reaction was immediate: hysterical laughter escaped from between your lips as your body fell backwards against the wooden floor. You squirmed back and forth, desperately pulling at your feet, but Yamaguchi had you well in hand and he laughed along with you. 

“How's that? Are your toes warmer?” 

“Ahaha! It tihihickles!” Yamaguchi giggled as you cackled. Oh, he knew very well how ticklish your feet were. 

He wiggled his fingers and scratched under your toes, the most sensitive place in your feet. His blunt nails skittering up and down your soles, from the tips of your toes to your heels. You were a laughing mess and it didn't take long for Kuroo to nag him: 

“Tadashi! Let him warm up properly!” 

“I am!” Yamaguchi said with a laugh that only increased when he peeled your feet from your socks and you squealed loudly, begging between laughter even though he hadn't started tickling you yet. 

“Plehehase, nohoho! Dohohon't!” 

“Don't what?” Yamaguchi asked, biting his lower lip as he put your socks near the kotatsu. 

“Tihihickle my feheheet!” 

“Oh, gladly!” Yamaguchi giggled to himself. You fell right into his trap and now his blunt nails were scratching at your sensitive skin, making you squirm like a little worm as you cackled and squealed and weakly pulled at your poor feet. 

Your soles were pink, because they were warm and because of the incessant tickles. Yamaguchi relished your silly laughter and he laughed brightly when you snorted as he tickled that hypersensitive spot at the side of your big toes. 

“Do you think your feet are warm enough?” Yamaguchi asked and he giggled when you nodded, unable to talk between your laughter. “I can't hear you~” 

“You're gonna kill him, Yamaguchi. That's enough, here's the tea,” Tsukishima said and Yamaguchi pouted, whining like a child as he finally stopped his playful attack and gently put your socks back. 

“Ow, Tsukki, I was just helping hi- ack! Ahahahack! Nohoho!” 

“I think you might be very cold after helping me so much, Tadashi,” you said as your hands glued to his hips and Yamaguchi cackled, throwing his head back as he desperately tried to pull your hands away. “Let me return the favor, okay?" 

“Ahahaha! N-No! You dohohon't hahahave to!” 

“I don't have to what?” 

“Reheheturn the fahahavor- no! Wait! GAHAHA!” 

“Oh, gladly.” Yamaguchi heard you giggling and he facepalmed himself mentally. He just fell on his own stupid tramp! 

Yamaguchi shook his head, laughing like a madman as you tickled his worst spot mercilessly. He squirmed and kicked, accidentally hitting the table with his knee and making Tsukishima scream. 

“You children! Stop this instant! You're gonna spill the tea and make a mess!” 

“YEHEHEHES! Y-You’re gohohonna m-mahahake a mehehess!” Yamaguchi laughed out, playfully hitting your arms, causing you to laugh along with him. 

Oh this was so much fun! Yamaguchi was a whole grown-up, but he could still have fun with his friends like this. It made him so happy, but you were certainly merciless! His poor hips always tickle the most when you tickle them and he always felt like he'd go crazy! 

“You two!” With a gasp, you immediately stopped and Yamaguchi collapsed on the floor, laughing and giggling softly. Kuroo said your name and you flinched, looking up at him. “Drink your tea right now. I don't want you to catch a cold.” 

“... Yeeees.” 

“And you,” Kuroo pointed at Yamaguchi and he flinched, quickly sitting up. “Behave yourself.”

“... Yeeees.” 

Yamaguchi sat with a straight back, you sipped on your tea silently and Kuroo stood there with his hands on his waist just like an angry mom. A moment of silence passed by before Yamaguchi heard a soft snort and then loud laughter. 

It was Tsukishima. Tsukishima was laughing. 

“Tsukki?!” Kuroo asked incredulously as Tsukishima doubled over the kotatsu, laughing loudly. 

“You look ridiculous!” He said, pointing at Kuroo. Yamaguchi and you looked up and bit your tongues to stop from laughing. 

Kuroo not only had the pose of an angry mom, he was also wearing an apron and in his hand he had a spatula. He really looked ridiculous. 

“Not you two as well!” Kuroo groaned when you and Yamaguchi couldn't hold your laughter anymore. “The three of you are so mean! Ack! Let go! What- Tsukki, you-! Ahahahaha!” 

Somehow, Tsukishima suddenly had Kuroo under him. Kuroo's hands under Tsukishima's knees and Kei's hands under Kuroo's armpits, tickling him silly. Kuroo started to laugh right away, shrieking and throwing his head back.

“UHUNFAHAHAIR!” 

“Shut it, this is their fault,” Tsukishima said and you and Yamaguchi shared a glance before starting to giggle, listening to Kuroo's hyena-like laugh. 

Feeling something heavy like honey and warm like the kotatsu, Yamaguchi thought that this would definitely be a Christmas that neither of them could ever forget! 

[tzarrz]

to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[wereshrew-admirer]

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