#never forget it <- does not know how to ride a bike

[meli-writes]

Cupcakes

Shut off the lights. Count the float. Lock the front door, from the inside. Check the parking lot is clear. Lock the back door, from the outside. Go home and forget the shitty fucking day she just had—

“Uhh, hey?”

“What the fuck!?” Brooke screams. “Shit fuck.”

Her hand dives straight into the handbag, spiked to match her face because corporate hasn’t managed to send an inspector out here in three years, and her middle-aged boss thinks it ‘reminds him of his daughter.’

She’s still rifling through, for miniature mace or a non-existent switchblade, when the voice coughs and continues, “Could I—”

“You fucking left — earlier,” Brooke interrupts, dipping the toes of her coffee-stained sneakers into the bronze disc under the lamppost. She stares the not-quite stranger down, leaning on the twisting chrome of her bike, and sneers, “I saw you ride off earlier. The lot was clear.”

It had seemed like six dudes at the table. All heckling at each other, bumping leather-clad shoulders to fit into the booth. It was enough of a red flag for her to instinctively glance around, looking for anyone else unlucky enough to be closer. Of-fucking-course not.

And it wasn’t until she was standing there, plastered with an agonised smile that cracked the poison-frog make-up around her eyes, that she realised two of those shoulders were hers. Now the biker girl rolls them softly, but it’s still obvious how much bigger she is than her; and even if it’s lost on the clueless bitch, it’s not on her.

“And I did,” the biker admits. “But I also rode back a bit earlier. Didn’t realise you couldn’t see me but look, if you want me to leave again I can—”

“Fucking leave.”

“—I’m Chip, by the way,” she continues — stumbled inelegantly over the sudden, apparently unpredicted and obvious answer. “I wanted to apologise — for earlier.”

“And I want you to leave,” Brooke says; hand still stuck in the bag, and a snarl stuck pressing her cheeks up against her nose.

The biker girl — 'chip' — looks at her, crossed eyes peering through a messy thicket of poisonously-dyed hair that the internet says tells men to fuck off and never actually does. It at least seems to make Chip do it, pivoting her boot to flick up the bike's kickstand.

Brooke huffs to herself — at herself — for what she knows is a dumb idea, “Wait.”

“Do it,” she orders. “Apologise.”

“Ah. Shit. I uhh—” Chip the biker mutters, pulling on the creased edges of her jacket. “I’m— sorry?”

“For what?” Brooke presses.

“For like— when you were asking about desserts, and I said I wanted the uhh…”

Now Brooke doesn’t need to hear her say it — because it’s been looping in her head all fucking afternoon. But she does want to hear it, so she taps her foot and watches the full-head taller muscle-girl jump in time with it.

“I asked for four cupcakes. Two in the front.” Chip looks at her like she’s lost, like Chip didn’t remember exactly where the diner was so she could drive hours back through empty farmland to be here. “And two in back.”

Brooke doesn't let up on the sharply pointed directions, "Meaning?"

“That I wanted to see your tits and ass,” Chip admits, at least finishing quicker than Brooke can pour a new cup of hours-stale diner coffee.

Brooke hums for a spell, and then, “You’re a pig. You know that, right?”

“Yeah I—”

“Ha!” Brooke laughs, mouth curling to show the neat set of bedazzled, overdue braces, and watching Chip blush through chocolate-chip freckles.

“I just wanted to show off to my brothers. Fit in with them while still being,” Chip mutters while fumbling at a pride patch evidently torn-off and resewn a dozen times over, “me.”

“They’re assholes, okay,” she offers weakly, “but they accept me.”

“And for hanging out with them, trying to fit in with them, that makes you what?”

“Also an asshole.”

“Ding!” Brooke snaps her fingers, and lets the dozen-or-so beaded and paperclip-chain bracelets slip down her coffee-spill burn-spattered arm. “You done?” she asks.

“Yeah. That was it. Sorry,” Chip says and glances towards the lot exit and the moon peeking over the decades-rusted diner sign. “Maddy, yeah? It’s an empty road so if you wanna watch and make sure I’m gone before you leave yourself—”

“No.”

“Uhh…”

“It’s a fake name on the uniform. You know for assholes like you,” Brooke says, and enjoys letting Chip bake in the discomfort. After a few aching moments she offers a reprieve, “I’m Brooke. And you are a chauvinist, leatherdyke asshole.

But— if I had to go home right now, I’d be fingering myself all night to you.”

Chip chokes on the gum that’s been circling in her cheeks for the past hour, and nearly tips her bike over from stumbling back into it, and doesn’t get any words out before Brooke’s popped the buttons of the undersized, clashing, retro-teal diner shirt, and dropped it on the concrete to show off the black lace push-up underneath.

It’s not hiding anything. It’s not meant to.

“Cupcakes, you said?”

“Fuck,” Chip manages to muster at last, and sees her own breath in front of her. “W-wait. Isn’t it kinda cold out here?”

“Then give me your jacket, and keep my cupcakes warm with your hands,” Brooke says straightforwardly, and once Chip shakes the stupor she hangs the leather morass over Brooke’s shoulders and lets it swallow her except for the bare front; runs her hands up to squeeze fat tits together, slipping a hand under the band to massage the marks from wearing a fuck-me bra to a nowhere diner for work all-day.

Brooke herself is looking down Chip’s arms, taking the scuffs and scars from stupid brawls with drunk brothers and learning to ride after to keep up with them. She lets her own hand push into Chip’s crotch, smiles when she feels how hard Chip is.

“You were thinking about this too, weren’t you?” she asks.

“Y-you don’t mind that I’ve got one?”

“No,” Brooke snickers, and then pauses to correct. “No, not at all.”

She leans in closer, letting her breath fall in Chip’s ear, the lust pulsing through her stripping composure, “But you’ve been thinking about it between my cupcakes. Haven’t you?”

Chip’s entire self shakes, as if she came just from hearing it. “Yes!” she blurts out. “I-I mean— yeah, totally, that sounds hot.”

“Hmm. Be patient then,” Brooke says as she pulls back, running through the split in Chip’s top to claw at her back and rake a hand through home-clipped hair. “Wanted to apologise,” Brooke parrots. “Sure. Wanted to get rewarded more-like, for fucking trailer-park chivalry.”

Every part of the giant butch melts between her fingers, except for the one part she can see fighting and losing to her thick, leather pants. “We’ll get to you,” she tells it. “First though…”

“Ahh! Hold on—” Chip squeals, as Brooke flips her luridly-short skirt up and mounts Chip’s thigh. It doesn’t even feel like she’s wearing anything underneath, and Chip shakes herself as she thinks how close her uninvited hand came earlier today.

“Shush,” she’s told, and it’s easy to be quiet and listen to nothing but the tatted-up, college drop-out dream that’s fucking herself on Chip’s prostrated, shuddering thigh to the tune of the thud-thud in her chest.

“They’re riding leathers,” Brooke reminds. “They can get wet.”

---

(Masterpost)

[volfoss]

i THINK im gonna just stick to 5 coats of sealant (aware this seems overkill but its SUPER thin layers) and then start on blushing... this is like. an incredibly high stakes faceup bc basically w a normal faceup, you can kinda erase stuff and it doesnt yk. erase the dolls resin color. this does so its kind of a thing of i only have one chance to get it right lol <- is under sooo much pressure to get it right

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

A comprehensive list of all my fics in order from most recent to oldest with summary descriptions for each.

18+

Chosen

Summary: Your relationship was all a lie and the confrontation about it happens in front of everyone, including a certain lieutenant that has a secret. Seeing you so upset has him following after you with a need to help and after a confrontation, there is a confession that happens that changes everything.

Two for One

Summary: Friends and coworkers, Sgt. Mactavish and Lt. Riley have one thing in common: how much they want you, though one is less vocal about it. During at night out everything comes to a head and suddenly you are leaving out of the bar with both on the way to a night of intense attraction coming to a head.

Rumors

Summary: A fight about a rumor, a confrontation, an admission, and suddenly your in the back of your car with no pants on.

Sleepless Nights

Summary: A bout of insomnia keeps you awake, so you decide to go for a midnight walk. To your surprise you find that you aren't the only one still up as the sound of the shower running in the communal bathroom catches your attention. Who is it and what are they doing in there? Why does it sound like your lieutenant and why is he moaning your name?

Closing Time

Summary: A military lieutenant closing in on retirement, a younger, beautiful bartender, when you and Lt. Riley meet there is an instant chemistry, though it doesn't really go anywhere as he thinks himself a little too mature for you... until one night he stays at the bar later than he ever has and gets caught in a storm. What will happen after closing time?

A Lesson Well Learned

Summary: Tired of your antics regarding how cavalier you take your sexual relationship, your lieutenant cuts you off and that has you immediately plotting. You know you can get him to break and all it'll take is one purchase. How can he keep his resolve when he sees what you've bought? And how will he act when he catches you?

Smoke Break

Summary: Lt. Riley sure has been taking a lot of smoke breaks lately. Strange that you always seem to disappear at the same time too.

Meetings and Temptations

Summary: A new relationship means excitement, an uncontrollable craving for each other. When an early morning romp is interrupted with a scheduled weekly meeting, will you be able to keep your hands to yourself when Price begins to drone on? And if you can't, what will your lieutenant lover do once the meeting is over after you've tempted him for far too long?

A Risk Worth Taking

Summary: You and Simon can't keep your hands off one another as you come home one night, but a slight problem has you in a pickle: your birth control has just run out and you are all out of condoms. Not to worry, Simon assures you that he will pull out. But as you ride him you begin to question if you really want him to. Will he stick to his promise or will he give in to your need?

Can't Let You Go

Summary: Two personalities that clash, you and your lieutenant rarely get along, but when it comes to light that Lt. Riley has been messing with things behind the scenes of your life, what will happen when you confront him? Is it really hate that makes you stay in the argument the ensues...or is the tension a little too heavy to ignore?

A Ride You'll Never Forget

Summary: Seeing Simon on his motorcycle is something that awakens a new yearning inside you, but when you get your own bike and start riding alongside him, the way he gets you hot and bothered makes it worse. You need him to fuck you on his bike and you hope your plan will make it happen.

A New Form of Pleasure- Part 1

Summary: Simon is struggling, he can't get off and he doesn't know what to do. As his sergeant you are one of the closest to him and can see something is up. An impromptu visit late one night might just be what he needs... And the way you are suddenly making him bow to your authority and turning his brain off might actually make him come.

A Need for More- Part 2

Summary: There is something that happened between you and your superior, something that unlocked a new side to both of you that neither of you knew about, but Simon may not be as keen to accept it as you are. However, after a bit of silence on his part, a late night visit might just fix everything.

Breakfast in Bed

Summary: Only a few more days are left of his short leave and Simon is determined to make every last second count with you. What better way to start the day than buried in between your thighs, helping you wake up by the feeling of his tongue alone and then overstimming you.

Truth or Dare

Summary: During a game of Truth or Dare, your lieutenant is dared into giving you a kiss, but something about the way he has been acting lately may mean this is going to be more than a quick ordeal. And the way you have been feeling towards him won't be helping.

Truth or Dare 2: Dare To Tell the Truth

Summary: After a game of Truth or Dare leaves you and your lieutenant breathless and yearning for more, will you both be able to leave things alone or will one of you not be able to hold out? And what happens when you meet again?

Truth or Dare 3: How Truly Do You Need Me

Summary: After being so rudely interrupted in the middle of you and your lieutenant's tryst, but he made a promise. "This isn't over." You hope that he plans to keep it, but when? Things might have to wait as you are assigned to a mission with him. But when being close proves to much, will both of you be able to hold off on your lust or will you succumb to all that tension?

Truth or Dare 4: Dare to Take It Further

Summary: Something has changed; no, actually everything has changed as you and Simon forget the world a moment finally let that passion run its course. The thought was that once you both had each other it would make things calm, but now you're not so sure. Maybe he is willing to risk more and maybe you are too. Having to sneak around isn't so bad, right? Maybe it could all work out... At least you hope so. But things don't always go according to plan.

Truth or Dare 5: No More Games

Summary: Things are getting complicated, truths are being revealed, and a decisions are going to have to be made regarding the future. So much hangs in the balance and emotions are high as reality makes this about no more games.

A Special Dinner for Two

Summary: Such a good little wife you are to your military husband, ready to welcome him back home after he returns from deployment. This time you've even prepared a meal of all his favorites, but when Simon gets back early than expected and catches you flitting about the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt, it isn't food that he wants.

I'll Crawl Home To Her

Summary: Simon is away on a mission and you are on his mind. Having to extend his stay, he is going to miss Valentine's day, but coming across a recent trend on TikTok, he may have a way to say just how much you mean to him.

Don't Touch What He's Claimed

Summary: A night out at your favorite local hangout is what he promised you after being away on deployment for so long, but one small incident throws him over the edge into full on possessive episode. Something about the way he is pulling off to the side of the road might mean he can't make it home before reclaiming his prize.

Simon Riley: Girl Dad Extraordinaire

Summary: From a request about Simon being more hands on with his 3 m.o. daughter.

You Are Beautiful

Summary: When a movie night has you questioning your bodies worth, Simon catches you in the shower to show you that your body is perfect just the way that it is.

Simon fingering you under the table during a night out at the bar with the Taskforce

Summary: With the drink flowing and the atmosphere right, Simon cannot seem to keep his hands off of you. There is a need, a need to touch and to play.

Let Me Talk You Through It

Summary: While on deployment far away, Simon takes a little time one night to video call you and talk you through you touching yourself to the sound of his voice.

Simon needing to hold you after a bad day

Summary: After a day where nothing goes right, Simon only wants to come home to the one person he trusts- you.

Cockwarming Simon as you two make out in his office

Summary: From a request for Simon getting so worked up during a cockwarming session that he ends up having to pull out because he is going to come.

Drunk on You

Summary: Simon comes home from deployment, hungry to have his pretty girl all to himself. Things get heated quick and before long you are both drunk off the feeling of the other.

Bringing in the New Year with Simon

Summary: Short one-shot about how it would be spending NYE with Simon at the stroke of midnight.

Simon waking up in the middle of the night horny and unable to get back to sleep. There's only one thing he wants to fix it.

Summary: A little sleepy cuddle-fucking to get Simon back to sleep.

Wanna Make You Mine

Summary: Simon is out at a stag party for Prices upcoming wedding when he comes how early with something important on his mind that he needs to see you to say. Is he just drunk or is it something more?

Simon making it clear that you are the only one he wants

Summary: An incident with a new recruit has you questioning things, but not to worry as Simon is here to show you that you are the only one he could ever want.

Simon is so worked up all day that he rushes home, telling you to meet him at the door because he cannot wait to have you

Summary: He has been needing you all day and as soon as he gets home he wants you waiting ready for him so that he can fix that ache that has been driving him insane.

I'll Take You Filthy

Summary: Being the leader of your platoon and fucking you at the same time isn't something Simon wants paraded around, for both of your benefit as trouble could come from such a relationship. But keeping it a secret has become a problem as you've been out on a mission for a couple months with no physical contact to be had. The moment you return Simon has to have you...even though you are both filthy as fuck.

His Heart, His Light, His World- Dad!Simon

Summary: The birth of his first child changes everything for the rough around the edges military man. A small glimpse into his life now as a father.

A Bit of Fun At the World's End

Summary: Being on the run from the undead doesn't leave much time for more intimate things, but once things start to settle a little an ache begins to form that you haven't felt in a long time. What will you do when the only other person you are with is your former lover turned zombie.

Joining the 141 had one hard rule: no relationships of any kind between members, but that is something proving to be too much the closer you and Simon get

Summary: Simon cannot help but break the rules when it comes to you.

Body worship with Simon

Summary: Simon taking the time to make sure you feel like the goddess he thinks you are.

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day

Summary: It has been a terrible, no good, rotten ass day. There is only one cure for it and that is for that hulking military man to find his way between your legs to eat you out until he can't breathe.

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar

Summary: You just couldn't wait until you both got back, could you? No, not when you and Simon are screwing like bunnies every chance you get. So what's Simon to do? That's easy, take you in the bathroom and fix the problem of course.

Think of Me When You Cum Later (Part 1)

Summary: Simon is missing you like crazy while being away on a mission, but he has a clever plan to make sure you miss him too. So, perhaps a little video of him stroking himself will do the trick.

Something to Make it Worse (Part 2)

Summary: You get Simon's video and it leaves you wanting him something bad. Well, two can play at this game, so why not send him back a video of your own?

Something to Break the Tension (Part 3)

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

Late Night Texts (Part 1)

Summary: Nothing good ever comes from a text after dark... or does it? Guess it depends on who it is and what they need. If it's a certain Lieutenant, then it's bound to be something worth your while.

Mid-day Texts (Part 2)

Summary: Simon is getting more and more obsessed with his little friend who constantly finds herself in his bed. But when you are off on a quick mission for a few weeks, Simon begins to grow restless and this no strings attached messing around finds itself being turned on its head. What happens when you get a text from him the day you get back, in the middle of the day?

Life Changing Texts (Part 3)

Summary: After your explosive homecoming where everything seemed to fall right into place, Simon begins to get cold feet about his feelings and what they could mean for the both of you. All seems bleak until a text about someone harassing you while you're on a night out makes him come to your aid and solidifies a decision he has already made.

Spending the night at Simon's for the first time and him waking up to you in nothing but his oversized shirt

Summary: From a request about Simon seeing reader in his shirt for the first time.

Simon and you screwing in the shower

Summary: What's better than sex with Simon? Add some steam, some hot water, and some solitude and you have the recipe for a very good time.

Having Simon pick out lingerie for you

Summary: Coming up with the idea to take Simon out so that he can pick out a couple pieces of lingerie he wants to see you in, his choices really surprise you.

Simon has a favorite item of clothing you wear and you wear it since he's having a bad day

Summary: Simon has one favorite piece of clothing you wear and of course when he's having a rough day, you just have to wear it for him.

Simon fucking you brainless and then rubbing your head as you pass out beside him

Summary: Simon is not shy when it comes to sex, it's the more intimate things that he has a problem with. But after a round of rigorous screwing, he wants to show you a bit of extra care.

Desperate Times Call for Filthy Fantasies (Part 1)

Summary: As a new recruit, you should not have the gall to talk back to your superior officer like you do. He's tried it all, trying to work the insubordination out of you, but to no avail. Your antics have really gotten under his skin lately, but is it really because you won't listen and follow orders...or is there something more to it that he can't admit? The way his cock throbs might indicate the latter and what he thinks about as he touches himself might just speak to that as well.

The Brat and Her Beast (Part 2)

Summary: After a certain Lieutenant allowed his fantasies to run wild, there was only one thing left to do: make them a reality. Opportunity presents itself one day as your brattiness has reached new highs and he follows you into the communal bathroom and locks the door behind you both. You're all alone and now what? Seems you've bitten off more than you can chew, but you both know now that was your plan all along.

Silence on the Line

Summary: You and Ghost have always gotten through missions by keeping in constant radio contact when possible. On one fateful mission, he sends out the call but there is no reply. Only silence. As time goes on his greatest fear is realized and all that he knew is now turned on it's head. What happens when reality hits all at once? And what does it do to the once stoic man who is no stranger to death?

The Lieutenant's Whore (Part 1)

Summary: When a one time sexual encounter leaves you wanting more, but the rules were set the moment he entered you and now he does his best to avoid you, what is a girl to do to get what she wants? That's right, make him jealous. And if it works a little too well maybe he will give you the night of your life. Good thing you have a flirty Scotsman to mess with, perhaps if you can't get your way, you can still have fun. Only time and a bit of effort on your part will tell what goes down.

What's Mine You'll Never Have (Part 2)

Summary: Hearing what he shouldn't have, Johnny is rightfully angry and what does he let that anger lead to? A bad attitude that leads to even worse decisions. As you confront him about this sudden change in demeanor, things start to heat up. What happens when Simon finds out? Actions have consequences and Johnny is about to learn that you will only ever belong to the man behind the mask.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Do you have any hc for the childhood/past of the Haitani brothers?

Yeah I have a few about their childhood here!

Ran would sometimes take Rindou's toys when they were playing and tended to boss him around a bit.

They both know so many embarrassing stories from childhood about each other (Ran tends to tell them more often).

Rindou admired Ran a lot as a kid, his big brother was his hero.

Ran was very good at sensing what Rindou wanted before Rindou could talk. 

They grew up in a rich family but rarely saw their parents (their mother died when they were young and their father works overseas). Because of this they grew up relying in each other, they were each other's family.

Their mother used to compliment Ran's hair often, which is why he kept it long for so long. 

They both only really enjoyed school when they got the opportunity to show off to the other students. 

Rindou wanted to become a delinquent because he wanted respect, to step out of his brother's shadow. Where as Ran wanted to become a delinquent to leave others in awe of what he could do. 

They used to sneak into the clubs in Roppongi to witness the music and atmosphere 

Ran had a tendency to poke or tickle Rindou (Rindou hated this)

Their matching tattoos was actually a birthday present from Ran (he had seen how interested Rindou was in tattoos)

They both refused to participate in the cleaning time at school

They were definitely expelled from at least one school 

Rindou has a bunch of trophies from competitions he's won for wrestling (he eventually stopped competing because he was tired of the rules and found the gang life more fun).

They never forget each other's birthday's and always put a lot of effort into each other's presents/ surprise parties. Even when they were little, they would try their best for each other.

Ran attended all of Rindou's competitions 

They used to attend each other's dentist and doctors appointments.

As kids, Rindou used to run to Ran and sleep in his room when he had nightmares

The first time Rindou admitted he had a crush on someone, Ran attempted to flirt with them on his behalf (Rindou was very embarrassed about this).

When they were little it was fairly common for Ran to give Rindou piggyback rides. One time after a fight, the opposite happened, Ran got hurt and Rindou gave him a piggyback ride to help him home.

The first few times Rindou decided to drive his bike, Ran forced him to wear a helmet. (Ran said he didn't need one though, only Rindou)

Both of them are kind of unsure on how to take care of a sick person but try their best when each other is sick. Rindou will deny it if asked but he had one of those doctor playsets as a kid and used to try and treat Ran with that.

They both follow the code of "I can tease/ bully him as much as I like but if anyone else does then they're dead"

And finally, Ran ruffles Rindou's hair a lot. Rindou always acts annoyed at this but secretly likes the act of affection. This has been going on ever since they were kids (and will continue well into adulthood).

[elodieunderglass]

Swan Dive

This poem was prompted by @mific in exchange for a generous donation to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund. The prompt was "swan dive."

So what if we live in the world of never-too-late,

but I handled it too badly to tell?

I can't dive into water. I was late 

the day that grace was handed out, I guess.

I never trust like falling. I trust only where I'm master:

stamina, and steady hands. I don't like heights or falls

or going faster. I was late that day that all

the other children learned the ways of letting go;

I couldn't ride a bike till very old, you know.

I told you that. I'm not afraid to tell you that at all.

I'd throw myself down mountains (steady-handed)

rather than just balance, just the one time, just the once.

The part that hurts me more is the space before the fall. so what -

So what if no one ever followed up, checked your ticket, said

"Stand here not there," showed an interest - the next stop

and in the fields there's an old coyote, a dog, a deer, some brown

limping animal poised, unclear. Is this your stop or not?

Did you know that they just sell 

swimming lessons - not even checking first -

to anyone who asks? They don't even care

who you are, or whether you'd be good. Did you know

the girl who runs them thinks you're weird, 

but not too old. the world of never-too-late

forgets to stamp your passport. have you heard

that a swan dive is scary because of reaching back

Not forward, steady-handed, to catch yourself; did you know that

you didn't need to, not for this part. so what if

there is a world you do it in: this one? so what if 

you forgot. Hey, old dog, limping on, up ahead,

is this the world of miracles or not? Did you know 

swansong forgets to come with captions,

makes it hard to hear. Hey, old soul, come back and say again

The part where grace was handed out and they told us all the tricks -

they didn't stamp my passport or come back to check.

You hold out your ticket but no one comes to stamp. So what,

Does that make me a chancer?

Did you know that no one cares, did you know that it's

already forgotten, always, and that

no one asked? did you know

what the others wanted was stamina and steady hands; 

did you know this is not how swans dive at all? is this where you stop?

Hey, coyote, you missed your red punchline.

Hey swan, you missed your diving lesson. 

Hey everyone, you forgot how bad I handled this,

and we forgot we came from here.

This is our first home, the mountain we jumped off, 

This is our inheritance, this tired world, running late 

second chances and old dogs - you don't get stamps

for where you're from. So what if we missed our stop, 

forgot our native country, where we're living. so what if 

here's your place at the table, here's your plate, 

here's the invitation that got lost along the way:

So what if we live in the world of never-too-late?

This poem was prompted by @mific in exchange for a generous donation to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund. The prompt was "swan dive." Image credit: Junger Höckerschwan, Cygnus olor 04.JPG

Thank you so much for your support. It means the world and contains the world.

[tenjikyu]

So! My birthday's coming up here soon, and as you know, I am very obsessed with tokyo revengers. Therefore, here is my first request to you :)

How about headcanons on how mitsuya, sanzu, angry, smiley, and mikey would celebrate reader's birthday? preferably romantic but platonic is okay too. If you don't want to write all of them, you can choose a few to get rid of. These guys are my favorites so I couldn't not include them ♡

Sorry if there's not a lot of info to go off of!

— 🎭

𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴!

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ multiple x gn!reader, excessive fluff and humour, we love the toykorev boys they’re adorable, i hope you like ghibli because it’s referenced in angry’s.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy birthday !! it took me a hot minute bc i needed to re-remember the tokyo rev characters and their personalities but i’m back on track now people. i was worried about getting this out late so i ended up removing smiley from the request but i did my best for everyone else(i’m very sorry 😭). I REALLY HOPE YOU GET THIS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY AND IF NOT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🎭 ANON

takashi mitsuya.

༄ takashi could NEVER EVER let your birthday JUST be your birthday, he always does something extra special for you on your special day.

༄ it starts off with a special birthday morning call, an online kiss and a promise to take you out at 10:00.

༄ mitsuya lets you enjoy a nice breakfast with your family if you wish to, and comes to pick you up after you’ve gotten ready for the day ahead!

༄ pulling up on his motorcycle, he gives you your special helmet (that he chose in your favourite colour), and takes you for a morning bike ride around the city.

༄ he eventually leads you to a serenic park with good shade and sun leaking through the trees.

༄ no matter if your birthday takes place in a warm or cold season, mitsuya makes the best of a picnic in the park! he brings beverages and home baked goods that his sisters helped make just for you!

༄ mitsuya is the type to make something personal and thoughtful, so i believe a birthday gift from him would include a heartfelt letter, special chocolates, and a crochet stuffed animal with a bow on it! he prides himself in his efforts, seeing the huge smile on your face as you open your special gift.

༄ he takes you back to his home, in which you’re overrun by his younger sisters who were elated to see you. you’re their favourite person (besides their big brother), so it was hard to wrangle them off of you.

༄ mitsuya makes you your favourite dish as a birthday dinner, where all four of you sit down and ramble on about your day, as well as anything that comes to the two girls minds.

༄ as the end of your birthday approaches, luna and mana have to be pried off your leg with whines begging you to stay the night. once you’re out the door however, mitsuya tells you he wants to walk you home.

༄ once he drops you home, he kisses you goodnight and makes sure you’re in doors before he walks off, silently fisting the air in success on your special day.

manjiro sano.

༄ i don’t think mikey would forget your birthday, but i can totally see him leaving plans to the last minute. he’s not a very organised soul after all.

༄ at the ripe time of 7:00 in the morning, you’re promptly awoken by a knock on your window. to your surprise, manjiro was wide awake (which is a rarity) and informs you that you will not be attending school today, but instead going on a “birthday adventure” with your “beloved boyfriend”.

༄ thankfully your family was planning to give you the day off regardless, so you rush to get ready (in your tired state as it is), and head out to meet up with your blonde boyfriend.

༄ as you walk out the door, you’re incased in a bear hug by mikey, as he excitedly shows off the silly little flowers he (didn’t) pay for. they were your favourite flowers, and they didn’t seem cheap, however you decided against bringing it up and enjoyed the fresh scent in the early breeze.

༄ much like mitsuya, mikey takes you for a drive, however this is because he’s taking you to an all-you-can-eat-buffet! manjiro tells you it’s because they have good breakfast & lunch choices, however you know it’s an excuse to stuff his mouth.

༄ regardless, the both of you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, before manjiro takes you onto the next phase of the birthday date.

༄ you’re surprised when he pulls up to the local aquarium, with two premium tickets in hand. by premium, you mean you get an exclusive front row seat for any show you wish to see, as well as close access to certain life living there.

༄ walking around the aquarium, manjiro sneaks cute pictures of you looking into the glass and admiring the life around you, from the illuminated jellyfish to the dolphins exhibit, your boyfriends eyes hardly left your face, making sure your smile lingered.

༄ after the end of the date, you head over to the little souvenir shop, where mikey buys you a plushie of your choice. of course, you attempt to deny but he won’t let you.

༄ by the end of your date, manjiro drops by his home so you can see his sister. elated, emma jumps into your arms and welcomes you in, where she makes everyone a special dinner for you all.

༄ on the drive back to your home, manjiro silently thanks whatever being graced his life with your presence, even when your fast asleep on his shoulder with drill beginning to dribble.

angry.

༄ a gentle soul like angry has everything planned out. he has his brother give him his honest (and brutal) opinions on how to make this the PERFECT date.

༄ your day starts off usually, your family celebrates your birthday and gives your your presents and a good breakfast, you get ready for school and you get a sweet good morning call from your beloved boyfriend.

༄ as you leave your house, you see angry parked outside your home, and he tells you that he’s gonna be your personal taxi driver to school today!

༄ like a true gentleman, he wraps your arms around his torso and gives you a helmet to protect yourself, he waves your family goodbye and sets off to your school.

༄ as the school day passes you by, you get another message from the man of the hour, letting you know he’s gonna take you out for the remainder of the day.

༄ you wave your friends goodbye, and meet up with your boyfriend, who greets you with his signature frown.

༄ as you ride around, you soon find yourself in what seems to be a ghibli café. you smile in excitement, rushing in to see what it looked like inside.

༄ a massive totoro plushie greets you, and you see all the ethereal artwork studio ghibli offers hung across the walls.

༄ you sit down with your boyfriend, and order some themed food based on your favourite movies. you see howls moving castle themed furniture, a no-face holographic hovering around, the production of ponyo explained on a little TV, as well as a little kiki on her broom flying around the café.

you get heaps of photos, however you boyfriend only admires the look of admiration on your face, knowing how hard it is to reserve a seat in this café.

after you enjoyed your meal, he takes you home once again on his bike, driving safely (for once) and drops you home, but not before gifting you a keychain of no-face you were admiring from the souvenir shop.

༄ your smile increasing in size, you clip it to your bag, before ksiing angrys cheek goodnight and running in doors.

haruchiyo sanzu.

༄ sanzu is a “actions speak lourdes then words” kinda dude, so he takes you out on a date to the museum!

༄ he wakes you up via ringing the doorbell, and being invited in by your mother (who dearly loves your boyfriend).

༄ sanzu shares a breakfast with your family, takes photos with you and then lets you go get dressed for your little date.

༄ as you enter into the museum, you see all sorts of preserved artworks and sculptures in your line of sight, filling your vision to the brim.

༄ regardless of this being your forté or not, the museum never fails as a good date spot.

༄ you go from room to room, carefully in taking all the information on the little plasters. from painting to painting, you find yourself immersed and drawn in, all the while your boyfriend held onto your hand.

༄ sanzu allowed you to go at your own pace, not caring much for it but knowing it was entertaining you, so it was enough for him.

༄ tugging him around like a dog, you find yourself in the museum for hours before you leave the premises. sanzu asks if you enjoyed yourself, and you giddily replied you loved it.

༄ you didn’t know it at the time, but he sniped a cute photo of you looking at a large painting and made it his personal background for his phone, admiring it as he took you to lunch.

༄ after lunch, sanzu informs you that he has business to attend to, but regrets it as soon as the dejected look crossed your face, hoping to spend the full day with him.

༄ without hesitation, sanzu lets you know it’s quick business that shouldn’t take an hour or so, and drops you off at a mall with your friends to enjoy yourself, and lets you know he’ll pick you up to drive you home.

༄ as the evening sets and you wave your friends goodbye, sanzu meets up with you. you rush into his arms, and he holds onto you dearly.

༄ he takes you in a late night drive as a way to make up for missing out on part of your day, however you reassure him that it’s nothing and allow him to ramble, something he rarely does.

༄ as he drops you home, you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and tell him you’ll see him later, leaving him slightly flustered.

༄ what have you done to him.

[metalomagnetic]

Any chance you can share an excerpt of the Harry/Sirius fic you have planned? 🥺

“That’s teenage years for you, kid; you’re always angry.”

Harry frowns. “You think that’s all there is to it?”

“Sure. I was that way, too.”

“Was?” Harry asks, and he’s finally smiling. A tiny thing, frail, but it’s a smile. “Seems like you’re still going through your teenage years, then.”

“Cheeky bastard.” Sirius swats him over the head, playfully.

The frail smile turns into a grin. There’s a mischievous side to Harry, buried deep under the trauma, the burden of being the Boy Who Lived.

Harry reaches for the bottle again. “Gross,” he shudders, making a face after he swallows. “Does it get better? The taste?”

“Eventually,” Sirius says, opening a second bottle, now that he relinquished the first to Harry. “You get used to it.”

He got Regulus drunk in this very room some twenty years before.

His mother sighs in his head. She sounds resigned.

“How about those?” Harry nods at the pack of cigarettes Mundungus snuggled in for Sirius. “Will you teach me?”

“Not much to teach,” Sirius says, giving Harry a fag, taking one for himself.

He lights them with his wand and tells Harry to breathe the smoke in.

Predictably, he chokes.

“Being a bad boy isn’t easy, Harry,” Sirius mocks.

“It’s disgusting,” Harry wheezes, still choking, but when he calms he tries again, to the same result.

By the time he finishes, Harry grows even paler, says he’s a bit dizzy.

How innocent he is; how young. Sirius remembers the first time he smoked, that dizziness Harry speaks of.

He was thirteen, and life was good, even if it didn’t feel like it. Now he wishes he could go back to those times.

Would you abandon us again? If you could go back, would you still betray us? the voices demand.

“I’ll teach you to ride a bike,” Sirius promises. “Next summer. I’ll buy one. Miss riding, anyway.”

“Drinking, smoking, riding bikes, moping around in corners, being angry- what else is on the requirement list for being a bad boy?”

“I don’t mope around,” Sirius argues. “And never in corners. I brood in full view of everyone.”

Harry laughs. It might be the whiskey, but there’s some colour returning to his face. He almost looks alive.

He’ll die, eventually. Everyone around you dies, brother.

Regulus was always a spoilsport.

“Alright, alright. Brooding, then. What else?”

“Fucking,” Sirius says, just to embarrass him, and it works like a charm. Harry goes red, instantly. “Can’t be a bad boy if you don’t fuck around.”

Harry looks away. He runs his fingers through his hair again, making it stick out more than usual. It still doesn’t remind him of James.

When James did it, there was intention behind it. He liked his hair like that, and he knew some girls liked it, too.

When Harry does it, there’s nothing intentional about it. It screams of insecurity, something that wasn’t in James’ vocabulary.

“Well,” Harry says, so red he’s turning purple. “You’ll have to teach me how to do that, too.”

A warning rings in Sirius’ head.

Don’t poke at it, his mother advises him. Leave it be, Sirius.

Sirius never listened to her, so he won’t start now.

“You know girls that won’t mind your godfather joining you for a bit of fun?” Sirius teases. “Why, Harry, you’re already running with a bad crowd in that case.” Harry snorts, gulps more whiskey. “I barely know any girls at all,” he mumbles. “But I’m sure no girl would say no to you; it’s more likely they’ll protest to me, really.”

“First lesson,” Sirius says. “No self-depreciating jokes. No poor-me attitude. No one finds that attractive.”

“Well, that’s who I am,” Harry snaps, that temper of his rearing its head for a second.

“Even so, you hide that shit if you want to pull birds. Pretend you’re confident, even when you aren’t.”

“That’s wrong, though. Misleading someone, lying-”

“Bad boys lie all the time.”

Harry huffs. He slumps back into the couch. “Forget it. I can’t be a bad boy.”

“It’s not for everyone,” Sirius agrees. “Plus, if you want to be really bad, you’d need to do some prison time. Not worth it, I assure you.”

“Being locked up in a cupboard doesn’t count?” Harry asks. “Did about ten years of that.”

[johnslittlespoon]

john risks an eye (and then some) winning gale his bike... but gale refuses to ride it anywhere. it confuses john to no end when he catches him walking to the mess hall the day after he gifts him the bike; he slows his own down to keep pace with gale and says, "did you forget i risked my life getting you your own set of wheels?"

gale gives him some excuse about wanting to explore the base at a leisurely pace on his first proper morning there, and john just shrugs, maybe teases a bit more, but ultimately lets it go (though he does keep pace with him the whole way to the mess.)

except this isn't a one–time thing. sometimes it takes gale triple the time walking as it takes john to bike somewhere, but no matter what, he insists quite adamantly that he prefers to walk. it stings a bit, because john loves to show his affection through gift–giving, and seeing gale's bike locked in the same spot day after day feels a little like rejection, but he brushes it off, turning it into a challenge to get gale to ride the damn bike.

a bit of extra pressure via teasing one morning, and, weird– john thinks his ever–stoic friend might actually be blushing when he makes a joke about, "you scared of crashing? can fly a plane but can't ride a bike?" and gale gives him a stiff "course not" in return. that piques john's interest, and he does love flustering gale, especially when it's so rare to get a reaction out of him like that.

so when they make it to the mess hall, john riding his bike at a slow crawl and wondering why he even bothers taking it anymore when he takes just as long as gale in his refusal to leave his side, he presses again as they sit down across from each other.

"if you're not scared, just ride a loop with me around base when we get back, and i'll drop it," he proposes. gale doesn't meet his eyes when he gives him a firm "no thanks, john," but he might as well have just waved a red flag in front of a bull. "why not?" john kicks at his ankle under the table, and gale does look up then, if only to glare.

john waits patiently for whatever increasingly ridiculous excuse gale might give him this time, only to see gale's shoulders slump a bit, studying john's face for a beat longer before he lowers his eyes once again and mumbles, "don't know how to ride." john huffs out a breath of laughter, then stops when he realizes gale isn't laughing too.

"you're serious?" he asks, and gale nods, leaning back in his chair, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. "my dad never taught me to ride, and he never wanted to spend the money to get me a bike growing up, so." john immediately feels terrible for all of his jokes and pressuring, and for being unable to tear his eyes away from his blush.

"well, that's alright," he says easily, not wanting to embarrass gale any more than he already has. "i'll teach you."

that's how they end up in a secluded field after breakfast, and it's john's turn to feel a little flushed as he keeps a firm hand on the small of gale's back to help him stay upright, promising he won't let go until gale tells him to. gale picks up on the skill almost instantly, unsurprisingly, and john beams at the boyish excitement on gale's face when he finally gets going on his own.

mornings are much more exciting when john has someone to race to the mess hall, though he lets gale win sometimes just to see his favourite smile.

'you sound like my dad, john.' well, john hopes he's outdone him now.

[noosayog]

he's not subtle! ft. ojiro aran

maybe he’s not one for over-the-top declarations, but it’s all the same when he makes it this obvious

wc: 1.2k

for @seiwas's and there's something, this feeling collab! happy 1 year anni selly belly and thank you for letting me join <3

1. social battery low

You dump the rest of your sugary drink down the drain before tossing the plastic cup in the nearest trash. Then, you weave through the hordes of people, all mingling, laughing, and drinking.

Except for you. 

“Hey, baby.” You hear your boyfriend’s voice before you feel his warm presence by your side. 

“Aran,” you relax, turning to give him a hug. He reciprocates and as much as you’d love to nuzzle your face further into his neck and lose the noise of the party in him, you know that he would notice something wrong instantly. 

“Havin’ fun?” 

Wordlessly, you nod. 

Your boyfriend opens his mouth but he’s cut off when another friend of his joins you two to say hi. To you, his introduction goes in one ear and out the other as you tune the conversation out while Aran talks animatedly.

You watch Aran laugh at what the friend says and give him the man-handshake. Another person joins in on the conversation, and then another, and then another. Soon, your boyfriend has a harem around him, all ribbing him and making jokes. As much as you try to laugh along and respond when it’s polite, you begin to withdraw, going silent. 

“Hey,” Aran murmurs in your ear. “Wanna ditch this party?” 

Your eyes snap open. You know how much Aran has been looking forward to seeing his friends and he seems to be having so much fun. 

You force a smile on your face. “What, no! Let’s stay.” 

Aran chuckles. “Nah, I wanna go. Let’s go get some food.” 

You let him usher you out and when the cold outside air hits you, you ask him, “what gave me away?” 

His eyes crinkle when he smiles down at you, gaze tender as it always is. He says nothing, only intertwining your fingers with his own and walking the two of you to the nearest fast food joint. 

2. something he saves for you

Aran needs to suit up today. Besides the few sponsorship parties and interviews, he hasn’t needed to tie a tie since his high-school uniform days. That being said, it’s like riding a bike – once you learn it, you don’t really forget how to do it. 

That being said, he doesn’t argue when he sees you emerge from the bedroom, hair a mess and eyes bleary. You trod over to him, plopping your forehead into his chest while your arms dangle as deadweight by your sides. 

He chuckles a bit, happy to hold you up, until he feels you tug at the fabric around his neck. 

Long ago, he had told you that you don’t need to see him off on his early mornings, but you had been stubborn, insisting that you at least help him tie his tie on suit days. As he does with any and all of your demands, he had given in, making sure to let you know the night before any suit days. 

Routine now, he leans down to indulge you. 

In your drowsy state, eyes hooded, you reach both arms up and begin to fumble with his tie. Aran continues to hunch down, hovering his lips over the crown of your head while you go through the motions. 

When you’re finished, you give the tie another tug, which is both a signal that you’re done and that you’re ready for a proper good morning kiss. He obliges, gently tilting your chin to drop a sweet kiss to your waiting lips. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

You say nothing, but keep your arms wrapped around his neck to cling on for just a second longer. 

Aran knows how to tie his own tie. When you tie it, your knot is messy and one side of the neck never seems to be properly tucked into his collar.

But he doesn’t mind. He can’t say no to you, after all.  

3. designated seat 

“Can I do this to you?” 

A phone is shoved into Aran’s face. He cranes his neck back to avoid getting cross-eyed. 

He eyes you above the phone. “Why don’t you just do it on yourself?” 

“Yours are longer than mine. It’s not really fun with mine.” 

He sighs. “Now?” 

Instantly, your eyes glaze over with excitement. “Yes please!” 

He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t need to. You dart into your shared bedroom before returning with an eyelash curler and a tube of mascara. Aran settles deeper into his seat on the couch while you sidle up next to him, on your knees to hover over him. 

Before you start though, he grabs hold of your bare thighs, fingers just brushing the openings of your flimsy sleep shorts. “Here,” he grunts as he picks you up and plops you down in his lap, your knees straddling his thighs. 

You wiggle, getting comfortable before holding the contraption up to his eyelashes. “Keep your eyes open, okay?” 

He nods, earning him a swat to the chest and a “don’t move!” 

Aran watches you as you press the curler to his lashes. Surprisingly, he barely feels it. He takes advantage of the quiet to just look at you, eyes roaming over your cheekbones, wrinkling of your nose, and tongue darting out the corner of your lips. His thumbs absent-mindedly stroke the sides of your thighs where he has yet to let go. 

“Aran.” 

“Hmm?” he doesn’t look away. 

“Your hands are distracting me.” 

His gaze continues to roam shamelessly. He hardly registers the words coming out of his own mouth. “It’s this or nothin’” 

You finish curling each lash, applying a coat of mascara to both sides. Aran only blinks when the wand gets a bit too close, but keeps them wide open, not wanting to miss a second. 

When you finish, you sit back, plopping your butt on his legs. A big toothy smile streatches across your lips when you appraise your work. Both of your hands come up to squish his cheeks. 

“Pretty,” you giggle. 

“Yeah,” Aran murmurs. “Real pretty.” 

4. through the wire

“... Hello? Hello, babe, you there?” 

You say something in your drunken haze, further muddled by the fact that you’re face down on your pillow. 

“Did you get back to your hotel?” 

“... Mmmm.” 

“Did you go back with everyone?” 

“Mm.” 

“Did you have fun?” 

“...” 

He chuckles, enjoying the sound of your evening breaths against his ear. It may be through the phone, but he can imagine your drooping eyes and limp body sprawled out on the little hotel bed. It’s just shy of his essential daily fix of you, but it’s going to have to do tonight. He continues to ask you questions about your trip, your night, what you wore, what you drank, even though your answers have long tapered out to a nondescript hum or nothing at all. He listens to your sounds with rapt attention, pressing the phone closer to his ear, even though he joked yesterday that you’d miss him way more than he’d miss you.

It’s cute. Your voice, your breathing, your drunk dial. It’s all so so cute. 

He can’t help but tell you as much. Maybe you don’t hear him, maybe you’re not awake to register it, but he can’t help it. 

His eyes are crinkled and his lips are curved upwards. He has an urge to squeeze something tight, preferably you. His voice drops an octave, his tone more tender than he thinks possible. 

“You’re cute.”

[glassrowboat]

Curled Gloves. Dottore.

Summary: At work, everything seems the same, the same monotony, the same red eyes on you, the same - seriously though, Dottore, can you stop staring?

Authors note: Just me trying to do a character study. Need to learn how to write for this man <(_ _)> Will probably delete later.

Oh, and for those curious, the type of welding reader is doing is called TIG

Let the puddle build and pull back, keep the nozzle in place for steady gas flow, feed the filler through your fingers with every passing second as you once again dip the rod into the bright orange and red pool the was forming under your hands. Your handiwork.

Don't weave.

Don't press down too much and accidentally increase the heat.

Keep your hands steady.

All something you've done time and time again that this action is so ingrained in your brain it has become second nature. As they say, one can never forget how to ride a bike. Welding is much the same.

So why were you struggling so much today? Well the answer was right there as you moved your foot off the pedal, looming over the work that wasn't even fully done up with a half finished bead as, through your hood, you looked up at the man who was staring you down this entire time.

Dottore. Or Prime. Or whatever you wanted to call him, really. That mask he always donned an unwelcome sight.

He always wore it around the lab, hiding his face away like it was some grand secret that only those must trusted could possibly bear witness to; yet you've seen it all the same. An accident, of course. A bad habit of yours was to forget your keys basically everywhere. Desk? Check. Lunch table? Check. The lab? An unfortunate check that meant coming face to face with a pair of red eyes glaring at you as you quickly ran out.

You never did get your keys then, having to beg the apartment management to let you in.

“You're staring.”

Dottore's head cocked ever so slightly to the side as he asked “is that a problem?”

Oh how you wanted to pop his blueberry head for lingering over you for so long, much alike to when a teacher passes you by during an exam and they make a remark about the test right after staring at your paper. But, it's not like you could. Even if imagining it did help get through the work day as he flitted about. A fly you couldn't wave off buzzing in your ear.

“It is, so stop it.”

“Ordering a harbinger around won't do anything for you, welder. Remember your station as you speak to me.”

That card again. It was enough to have you placing the filler rod down to keep yourself from being tempted to jam it into his ear. Its pointed tip, from being melted down, truly was a tempting sight. And it was like he could read your thoughts, or maybe the twitch of your fingers, as he picked it up. Toying with it between his fingers.

“Your gloves are too big for you. I didn't know you felt the need to use a man’s equipment.”

Your eyes shot down to those yellow gloves, curled from both heat and lack of anything properly filling them out.

“It's all I have.”

“What of the pair you had when you first came here?”

“Caught on fire.”

Dottore's mouth opened only for him to pinch his lips closed.

“I suggest you try and tell me about a lack of equipment. I don't need your work coming out as anything less than I know you're capable of because of something easily fixed.”

Well, he did order you to ‘help’ with building the prototype to that false God project, so it does make sense he trusts what you can do. The project was a pain trying to understand his scribbled notes in the margins; the blueprint itself was readable. He deserves credit for that, at least.

And those yellow gloves, they weren't the ones you used when building the Shiki- No- That's not it. Shouki no Kami baby version.

“Fine, I need smaller gloves.”

There was no ‘now was that so hard’ like you were expecting, no snark (the younger versions of him would have), not even a curl of his lip in satisfaction of winning out this bickering tournament. Just a nod. Just a: “I'll be sure to tack them on to next week's orders.”

“Thank you.”

Plucking the filler rod from his pinched fingers you held it close to the piece you were currently working on, just about to get back to work as he started to make his way to the door. Most likely to head back to the lab proper where all the researchers keep themselves locked away with bottles of chemicals and things of the like.

“And one last thing.” The clicking of his boots stopped, no longer clicking against the tile as he stood before the door to leave. One hand pressed to the handle yet refusing to turn it. “Simply come to me if this incident occurs again. I don't need to find out days or weeks later.”

“Of course, sir.”

“In the meantime, I think it would be best for you to take something else. You can record the stock for me, or there's holes that need to be drilled in the base plate for that project Alpha was never able to finish.”

“Drilling holes with gloves too big for me? That's a good way to get them trapped in the rotary and my finger snapped like a pencil.”

You have heard occasions of it happening to others before, and oh boy, does that not sound fun. Hard pass on that one.

“I will not have you standing around doing nothing when there is work to be done. Time is a valuable asset, welder.”

The door was pushed open as he looked back at you, the faintest sound of the heating from the hallway buzzing in your ears. In here there wasn't really a need for that, not when you could prop the door open and get to work. The job warmed you up well enough.

“Just simply do without them.”

“Do without my gloves?”

That's a good way to get your hands all scratched up. Metal shavings flying in the air weren't exactly screaming ‘this is safe’ to anyone. If anything, that seemed like a great spin on a weapon, something akin to a gun just blasting out bits of sharp metal.

Best to keep that thought in your mind unless you want Dottore getting hyper fixated on something again only to forget about it in a week.

“It is within regulations.”

His boot was already crossing the threshold of the door, leaving you as you threw the gloves off to the side. Useless things they were.

‘Never thought I'd complain about going at it raw, but here we are.’

“And one last thing.”

Taking your hood off you let it fall down to the table before you with a clatter. Your hair is probably a mess, but it mattered little in a place like this when everyone else around you is covered in ash and dirt. Well, besides Dottore of course.

“Next time you come back to the lab late at night without first getting permission, I won't let you simply walk away. Remember that for the next time you leave your keys behind.”

The door closed behind him, leaving you as it suddenly fell quiet. Hum cut off mid cycle of its usual pattern.

In the end, you still wanted to pop his blueberry head, even when the proper sized gloves were there for you to use at the beginning of the next work day.

[lil-binuu]

˖⁺‧₊𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

PART II ₊‧⁺˖

Resolving things with Elias

1290 words

part 1

buckle up for the ride!

“Hey.”

You turned around, a key in your hand as you closed up the cafe.

“Elias, hey.”

You hadn’t spoken to each other in a couple days. You understood that Elias needed to take a break after the argument. You both needed to.

You hadn’t reached out to him at all, you thought it would be better to let him take as much time as he needed without bothering him. Still, you hoped he knew how sorry you were.

“How was work?”

“Uh, Good… How were your lectures?”

You spoke slowly. Almost trying to process the conversation that was so different from your last. Almost trying to savour the conversation as it might be your last.

“Yeah, good. I- I wanted to talk to you. Wanna ride?” He gestured to the motorcycle behind him.

“Sure.”

There was something in you so relieved to see Elias. He seemed okay; that meant he hopefully was. If he’s willing to speak to you, does that mean he’s willing to move on?

The bike ride with Elias was the most comfort you had since the argument. But there was still a pit in your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his back.

You wanted to hold him so tight but you knew that if you did, you might not be able to let go.

He stopped at a park. You had come here before to stargaze together. A moment so sweet that it made your tongue bitter at the thought of it never happening again.

Taking a seat at a bench, admiring the orange streaks across the sky.

“How have you been?” He asked earnestly.

“It’s.. “ You stopped yourself. You couldn’t lie to him. “It’s been.. tough.”

Elias nodded.

“Same here.”

He reached out a hand.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be anymore.”

His palm grazed the top of your hand. Threading his fingers to intertwine with yours.

You met his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I have serious feelings for you and I made a mistake by holding them back. But I don’t want to let one mistake screw everything else up.”

His eyes didn’t break away from yours for a second.

Elias continued, “You hurt me. Seeing you flirt with someone else, that hurt. I mean, you told me that I was being possessive-”

“I didn’t mean it.” You cut in.

“I know. And I also know that you didn’t do it to hurt me. You did it to get my attention. The only thing I want to know is, why didn’t you just talk to me?”

Why?

Why didn’t you talk to him? Why did you go out of your way to get close to someone just to make the person you like jealous? Knowing that it could hurt him?

To be honest, you didn’t even know.

“You know you can talk to me right? It’s important to have conversations about us, about committing to each other and about a future together.”

Wait… are you kidding me?

Was Elias really going to sit there and tell you it was your fault for not initiating a conversation when he didn’t either? He was the one who let you believe he wasn’t even serious about you and yet it’s your fault for not addressing it properly?

“You were doing the same. You were also avoiding those conversations with me. You made me think that you were just messing around and wasting my time.”

“Wasting your time? You think that being with me is a waste of time?”

“Elias, I’m not ‘with’ you. I’m just here. It’s been.. how many months of sleeping together? And yet we haven’t even moved past the ‘talking stage’.”

Elias was silent for a moment, breathing heavily. This was clearly not how he wanted the conversation to go. But you had to talk about things. You were sick of just burying them and pretending they didn’t matter.

“I.. I wanted to ask you to be my partner. Make things official��. But this isn’t how I wanted our relationship to start…”

“I’m sorry, Elias, I really am, but I can’t just forget these feelings and pretend I didn’t feel them just because you decided to man up and ask me to date you.”

“Man up? Y/n, I’ve always wanted to date you, I just wanted to make sure that what I was doing was right and that you wanted it as well.”

“And by doing that..” Your voice grew softer as the emotion began to fill your throat and well up in your eyes. “You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you. Like- Like you were just waiting around to get rid of me because I wasn’t what you wanted in a partner or..or something..”

You looked away from Elias. Leaning back and looking out at the darkening sky.

Neither of you said anything, your confession hanging in the air and dampening the space between you.

His hand that once had retreated, came back to rest on yours.

“I’m sorry you felt that way.”

You looked back at him, tears burning your eyes.

“You mean ‘I’m sorry I made you feel that way’?”

Elias pulled his hand away from yours, becoming defensive.

“No, I didn’t make you feel that way, you felt that way by yourself-”

“Well I wouldn’t have felt that way if you made me feel like I was actually worth something in your life.”

“Oh like how you made me feel like I was controlling and toxic? That I was possessive, and jealous all while you were flirting with a stranger in my face!”

You both fell silent again.

“I don’t know what I was thinking..” You said softly.

“Yeah, and I don’t know what I was thinking by bringing you here.”

Elias got up, and walked around the bench towards his motorcycle.

“So you’re just gonna walk off like last time? Leaving things unresolved so that in a couple days you can show up and we can argue again?”

“Get on the bike. I’m taking you home.” Elias had lowered his voice. He was done arguing.

You got up, frustrated.

“And leave again? Where will you run off to? To sleep with your side-piece?”

Elias stopped, putting his helmet down, and stepping closer to you.

“I’m not the one who flirted with someone else.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried about you.”

You said in a mutter, not even sure if you wanted Elias to hear you.

It didn’t matter anyway, you didn’t get a response.

The bike ride was different than before. Earlier, you had wrapped your arms around his waist and hoped you two could work things out for the better. Now, you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt nothing but empty.

When Elias pulled up outside your apartment building, you went straight in, not saying a word to Elias.

“What are you doing?”

You asked as you noticed him on the stairs behind you.

“I’m making sure you get in alright.” He replied.

“I didn’t know you still cared.”

“I never said I didn’t care.”

“But you made me feel that way.”

Elias sighed heavily, a pang of emotion hitting him. It was the little arguments that hurt the most.

And the truth is, he knew you were right. He had been so absorbed in everything else that he put his relationship with you on fucking standby.

“Fine then.”

He turned around, walking back out the building. You made it clear you didn’t want him there. That was all he needed to leave.

He pulled his helmet back on and revved the engine.

He almost didn’t hear your scream.

note: i promise i really tried to make it fluffy and romantic and make them work it out but it’s just not in me guys >.<

[nhlclover]

NOT OVER YOU | TREVOR ZEGRAS

word count: 1.44k

summary: your childhood friend comes home, digging up old feelings once felt for him

warnings: slight drinking, kissing, use of 'y/f/i' which stands for 'your first initial'

Trevor Zegras is a boy you never forget.

Growing up next door to him, he was always in my life. From preschool to middle school, we were friends, spending most moments of the day together. Over time, I found myself being drawn to the boy that lived next door to me. I quickly figured, however, that my crush was one-sided. I did my best to forget my crush but failed to do so.

Even as the years passed and boyfriends have come and gone from my life, my crush on Trevor has always sat in the backseat.

When my mom told me Trevor was coming back to New York for a few weeks in the summer, I was excited. Though those feelings were promptly replaced by ones of nervousness when she informed me he had been invited for dinner at our house.

Seeing him walk up my driveway brings back memories of when we were kids, him doing the same to come and ask me if I wanted to go for a bike ride or hang out in my treehouse. We spent every moment of every summer together.

“Y/n/n. I can’t believe it.” He says. Trevor scoops me up spinning me around once.

“Trevor put me down!” I shriek.

He does so, setting me down, and looking down at me. He’s several inches taller than the last time I saw him, and has definitely put on muscle. Seeing him in front of me I am promptly reminded of my feelings for my best friend. My childhood crush has only grown into something stronger as we’ve gotten older.

“What?” He asks me.

“You look so different.” I say.

“I could say the same about you.” Trevor says, eyeing me up and down.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” I joke.

“It’s good believe me.” He smiles. “God, it’s been so long.”

“Well, you’re the one who lives in California.” I remind.

“Yeah, and you’re the one that decided to go to an ivy league school in fucking Rhode Island.” He jokes.

“Fine, we’re both at fault. Truce?” I ask, sticking my hand out for a handshake.

He snorts, shaking my hand, then pulling me into his chest and tossing an arm around my shoulders. We walk into the house, my parents immediately greeting him like he was their own son. My mom brings him in for a tight hug while my dad shakes his hand, asking about hockey and handing him a beer. We eat dinner, Trevor charming my mother by complimenting her cooking.

“I don’t know why you never dated Trevor, he’s much more polite than any of the guys you’ve brought home before.” My mom says.

“Mom, seriously?” I ask, my cheeks heating up. I dare to look over at Trevor who has an intrigued look on his face.

“You’ve been bringing guys home, huh?” He asks.

“Only two!” I say in defence. “And that was in my first year!”

“That is true. None since.” My mother nods. “So I still have hope for the two of you.”

I groan, burrowing my gaze in my food, missing Trevor’s smile and looking in my direction. We wrap up dinner, Trevor and I clearing the table while my parents put out dessert. Not long after, my parents retire to bed, leaving the two of us alone. Trevor and I crack open a second beer each and sit down at the kitchen table, catching up. He tells me about hockey and his new life in Anaheim, while I tell him about life at Brown.

“Oh my god, you guys still have the treehouse?” Trevor asks, looking out the back window in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I refused to let Dad tear it down.” I laugh. “It’s still the same as when we were young.”

“Shut up, really?” Trevor asks, whipping his head at me.

“Yeah, it’s got the 5SOS posters and everything.”

Suddenly Trevor is by the back door, opening it and walking through our backyard to the large oak tree that holds the old treehouse. I follow him, watching as he climbs up the rickety wooden ladder, holding a beer bottle in one hand. “Trevor, I don’t know how stable it is!” I call to him.

He ignores me and continues to climb the ladder, opening the hatch at the top and disappearing into the house. I stand at the base of the ladder looking up into the house, seeing Trevor standing at the opening and looking down at me.

“Come up!” He calls.

My brain is dragged back to my childhood, seeing the familiar blonde as I normally would in our summers together. I sigh, beginning to climb the ladder that creaks with every rung I climb. When I climb through the opening, I see Trevor sitting on the wooden pallet couch my dad had made for me when I was young. The couch no longer had cushions and was beginning to decay slightly.

I look around, my chosen artwork still scattered on the walls. 5 Seconds of Summer posters remain on the walls, wilting away, and the blue-painted walls are chipped.

“It still looks the same.” I say softly.

“I mean, yeah if the interior of the treehouse went through an apocalypse.” Trevor says, looking around.

I roll my eyes, sitting beside Trevor on the wooden couch. “God, we used to spend so much time in here.” I say.

“Wait.” Trevor says suddenly, standing up and going to the oak tree that shoots through the centre of the treehouse. He scans the wood, seemingly looking for something.

“I found it!” He says, waving me over.

I stand by his side, looking at where his finger is touching the tree. Above it, ‘T + y/f/i’ is faintly etched into the wood. “Oh my God, I forgot about that.” I say, burying my face in my hands.

When Trevor and I were 11 there was a two-week period that we “dated”. I use the word dated loosely as it was barely a relationship, and Trevor and I never kissed.

“I was heartbroken when you dumped me.” Trevor joked.

“Oh sure you were.” I roll my eyes, going to sit down.

He comes around the tree, finishing off his beer. “I truly was.”

I shake my head, laughing at him. “You don’t believe me?” He asks, sitting down beside me.

“Don’t even, Trevor.” I look over at him, seeing him staring intently at me. His blue eyes are still just as piercing as they were when we were young. Still just as captivating.

“What?” I ask softly.

“Nothing.” He says.

“No, no. Tell me.” I say, sitting up and looking at him. He stares back with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“When you smile, your lips still hook to the left.” He says.

It’s an odd quirk I have and everyone still points it out to me. When I smile, the left side of my mouth goes higher than the right, giving me a crooked smile. I grew up hating it. “Ugh, don’t point it out.” I say, covering my lips with my hand.

“Don’t.” He says, pulling my hand down.

His eyes are delicate as he looks into mine. Suddenly he sits up, leaning forward, and connecting our lips. I hear the empty bottle fall from his hand, clinking as it hits the floor. Trevor’s hands come up to my face, softly holding me there. Before I can kiss him back, his lips pull back. I open my eyes, finding his looking straight into mine.

We sit there momentarily, neither one of us finding the words we want to say. I decide to let actions speak for themselves, leaning back into Trevor, and connecting our lips once again. His tongue sweeps past my lips as I part them, granting him access. My hands press against his chest for stability, his slipping down to my waist, pulling me into him.

I gasp softly as I pull away, resting my forehead against his and looking into his eyes once more. “You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Trevor says softly, still slightly gasping in between words.

“Really?” I ask, our foreheads still pressed together.

“I have never not wanted you, y/n.” Trevor says. “Seriously. You’re all I’ve thought about since the day we met.”

“But, all these years… I thought we were just friends?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.” I quickly shake my head at his words. Trevor kisses me again, smiling against my lips. We break apart, matching smiles on our faces. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I giggle at my childhood dream coming true finally.

[dsireland86]

LONG HOT SUMMER ( THE CABIN) PT.2

Cabins, Mount Adams, fishing, and stars are just the toppings of the time spent with Folio in Trout Lake, Washington. You tagged along just as he asked you to, ready to "give this thing between the two of you a shot", but not prepared for what's about to happen. You start to learn there's a lot more to Folio than what meets the eye, and being alone with him has proven your true feelings for each other.

tags: @foliosgirl @xxkittenkissesxx

Your arms are tucked tightly around his waist, holding onto him a little tighter than you mean too, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. Ten hours in with only three left, you thought you’d be used to the feeling of the bike and the wind, but you’re not quite there. As if he can sense your uneasiness,  Folio places a gloved hand over yours, locking his fingers between yours. 

“Everything alright back there?” There’s concern in his voice as it comes through the speaker in your helmet. It has a warm tone, instantly taking the edge off as you take a deep breath.

“Yup. I'm good.” “Does your ass hurt yet? Mine’s numb.”  “Is the new seat not as comfortable as you thought?” “No, it is. Normally my ass would start hurting about three hours into the ride. This time it was about eight. Big difference.” Folio lightly chuckles making you smile. 

“Well then I guess I could use a stop too. I need to pee, anyway.” “Again?” “What do you mean again? Dude, we stopped like four hours ago. I can only hold it for so long.” 

He laughs again, a deep rumble rolling off his chest. It’s something you love feeling, especially when you’re laying on his chest.

“You got it, little lady. Can't have my girl feeling uncomfortable.” His choice of words arouse the butterflies in your belly, giving you a tingling feeling that travels to your core and makes you unconsciously bite your lip. “Your girl?” Folio is quiet for a moment, the sound of the bike's motor rumbling loud around you. “Well, you are, aren’t you?” His question plasters a cheesy grin on your face. He wants you to be and that makes you happy. “Yeah, I am,” you answer with a hint of a smile in your voice, giving him a good squeeze. He releases your hand and wraps his around your knee where it rests on the inside of your thigh a little too close to your where your already hot for him. It makes your muscles clench as you wonder if it’s intentional and maybe he's aware he's making you feel the way he is..

 “Good. Because if not, I’d have to tickle you until you say you are.” “Well then, I guess it's a good thing I said yes then, huh?” “I guess so.”

You hear the smile in his voice and it makes you grin.

After gas, bathrooms, and water, the two of you are ready to hit the road again. 

Standing by the bike to fix your boot, Folio comes up behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. You gasp, feeling how hard he is the moment it’s pressed against your bottom. You know what Nick’s doing, and you willingly admit to yourself that you like it. 

“Come here,” Folio insists, turning you around to face him. 

Your lips collide and he holds you there a lot longer than you expected that you release a subtle moan. 

“I love the sounds you make when I kiss you,” Folio admits as his lips leave yours, trailing over your jaw, your ear, and down your neck. It’s enough to make you forget about everything. “You do,” you note, grinning as he leans so far into you that you’re bending backwards a little, held up entirely by the strength of his arms alone. “Uh-huh. It's adorable. You’re adorable,” trailing his fingers down the skin of your neck and making the skin prickle at just his touch. You sigh, trusting entirely in Folio and the fact that he’s the only thing holding you, yet his grip on you never wavers. Eventually, he brings you back to your feet, but doesn’t let go, just stares like a man in love and you sheepishly grin. The shape of his lips beg for you to touch them so you do and you trace their softness with the tips of your fingers. He kisses them sweetly. 

“Well, I love the way you kiss me, so I guess it really shouldn’t surprise you.” Nick grins big. “Yeah I guess it shouldn’t, but it does. I love it; I love you.” 

Your eyes widen at his words and as if he’s just realized what he’s said, Nick loosens his grip on you and throws his hand over his face to cover up the red hue brightening his cheeks.

“Shit, that just came out, Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,” but you silence him by pulling his hands away from his face and crashing your lips into his. His tongue instantly invades your mouth with dominant experience, and you give him as good as you’re getting. You hook an arm around his neck and reach up on tip-toes too deepen your kiss as you feel his arm come around your lower back and hold you flush against his chest as he continues to devour your lips. 

“Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it, Folio. You and I both know you did,” you finally say against his lips.

He pulls away to look at you, confused. 

“You’re not scared?” he asks, breathlessly. His pouty lips are wet and painted the perfect shade of red; all of it from you. 

“Why would I be?”

“I just told you I love you. That doesn’t scare you?” he scoffs. 

Reaching for the front of his belt, you tug at the silver buckle, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth and peer up at him. 

“No, it doesn’t; at all.” Folio is quiet for a moment. He shakes his head, averting your eyes for a moment, then running his hands through his soft brown locks that glisten in the sun setting light, looks back at you, but you can see he's still hesitant to believe you’re being honest.

Stroking his cheek, you kiss his jaw. “Did you know that you’re an amazing kisser?” You’re starting to feel a little bolder than usually, maybe because you sense that Folio needs a little reassurance that you’re being honest. “No, I didn’t,” he replies, weakly. You run the palm of your hand down the front middle of him, and over the bulge of his cock that’s pressed firmly against the zipper of his jeans. “ God… fuck, Y/N.” His voice cracks a little, and you chuckle.  “Well you are, and I’m dying to know what those lips feel like on other parts of me,” taking his hands and locking your fingers around his. Your confession hits Folio like a shockwave. “Holy shit, really?” His eyes grow wide and the smile that cracks his perfect mouth as he chuckles is adorable. “Really,” you reply sweetly with a small smile. He shakes his head reaching for the helmets. 

“I can’t explain how you make me feel, Y/N, but once I get you alone, I’m going to show you. I can’t take this much more. You tease me too much.” The sweet, innocent look in Nick's eyes is endearing, but the excitement that passes through you as your skin heats up, makes your heart race. 

You want him. All of him. and for the first time, you're willing to give everything you have to someone. Sure, you’ve made out with guys, went to second base, had a few orgasms, but never have you gone all the way. Never was interested; until now. Your body is screaming for Nick to have his way with you, to take every inch of you and do whatever he wants and as you look at him, being in this moment with him, you think you might have found your forever. 

“Let’s get out of here. We still have a few more hours before we’re there,” he whispers in your ear, kissing it and patting you on the bottom. You agree and climb on the back of the bike, latching yourself around him tightly. On the way out, Folio finds your hand and takes it, pressing it against his chest, signaling that’s where he wants it. A satisfying feeling comes over you as you hit the main road again, that maybe this thing between the two of you is real and that Nick is serious about his feelings. It’s a rapid rush of emotion that you have no control over. But that’s okay. You like it that way.  

“Wow!” Your mouth falls open the moment you and Folio walk through the door of the small cabin. 

“What’s this one called again?” you ask looking around the room. “Er, “The Pines”, Nick answers, looking at the tag on the key chain. “I can see why. This place is incredible.” Slates of pine wood cover one whole wall with a big window, the floor and the ceiling. It’s not a huge cabin, but perfect for just the two of you.  Folio unzips his leather jacket and takes it off, but you’re distracted at the sight of it hitting the bed to notice how he lunges at you and wraps his arms around you to rest his chin on your shoulder. The tanned skin that covers his muscular arms is warm to the touch and his chest is hard yet soft enough to make you feel comfortable when you lean back into him. You sigh, feeling complete. 

“Guess what,” he hums in your ear, kissing the side of your neck that you’ve laid against his shoulder. “What?” You find his fingers and slide yours between them, locking your hands together. “We’re finally alone. Didn’t I promise to show you something?” 

The fluttery feeling that hits your belly sinks to your toes making them curl, and you giggle a little, lowering your head. “Is this a rhetorical question, or do you really expect me to answer?” The low chuckle in your ear has you turning around to face Folio just as your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him. 

His dark brown hair is pushed back revealing the closely shaven sides that give way to the shape and length of his sideburns. The small golden hoop in the left nostril of his adorable button nose matches the thin gold chain around his neck, and the black t-shirt he’s wearing, hugs his chest and arms perfectly, defining the muscles he’s accumulated over the years from all the work outs and drumming you’ve seen him do. You smile, remembering the crazy, lanky highschooler Matt introduced you to all those years ago and you fill with pride at the man Folio has grown into.  “Oh I’m expecting an answer, sweetheart, but  I won’t do anything you don't want me to do.” 

Looking up at his sweet face, you reach your hand around his neck and pull him down, latching your hungry lips onto his. The kiss begins to get more heated as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer into him so that you can feel his erection already growing and as he arches you back a little, you press your sex, heated and already wet between your thighs, against it, groaning into his mouth as his tongue plunges into yours. Your hands wander his back, fingertips feeling over every ridge of muscle in his shoulder blades. You feel weak, dizzy with anticipation of what’s going to happen next. It’s intense, it’s hot, but it’s too soon. Pushing back on his shoulders, Nick lets go of you. He’s breathless and unsure of what to do next but so enticed by your every move. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear its rhythm in your ears, and your legs and hands are shaking from how bad he turns you on. You want him; all of him. He raises an eyebrow the moment you catch his eyes raking over your body.

“You’re staring pretty hard. See something you like?” tossing your hands on your hips. 

Folio just grins and shakes his head. ‘Don’t tease…you’re teasing is torture, baby.” His delicate lips turn up into that knee weakening smile. You huff a light laugh. 

“Plus, I’m already dying to take you right now. Don’t tempt me.” Your jaw drops. “Is that so?” He cocks an eyebrow again, and it sends tingles over your skin. Closing the gap between the two of you,  Folio takes a deep long breath, gazing at you lovingly. His calloused hand slides across your face and presses his thumb against your lips, tracing over the smoothness of them. “I told you on your terms. So you get to make the rules.” He boops your nose and gives you a kiss that sets your nerves on fire. “But, I’m warning you, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You burst out laughing, shoving him backwards. He laughs with you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, pinching and smacking your bottom gently before tossing you onto the bed where he tackles you and tickles your sides so much that it makes you screech and giggle. 

The next two days are very eventful. Considering Nick isn’t a planning kind of guy, his spur of the moment activities are some of the best things you’ve ever done; and the most fun, too. While you were under the impression that the only reason he wanted to come here was to fish (which you’ve done with him every early evening so far) the fact that hiking, cliff diving (which you utterly refused to do, but was ecstatic and so fucking turned on watching him do it), and canoeing were among some of the other things you’ve done surprised you. Being with Nick is fun;  a lot of fun. He makes life easy and sweet.

The second night after dinner, he took a blanket from the cabin and brought you to a small field a few minutes out. It was wide open, overlooking Mt. Adams with a hell of a view of the stars. With you curled up at his side the two of you laid out beneath the stars, sometimes talking, sometimes not.  It was sweet and romantic, and down right corny as hell, but you loved every second of  it. And from the way Nick’s hands would wander over your body, gently caressing your skin, you’d say he did too. 

But the third night things changed. The sweetness in Folio that was there the night before was replaced with a sexual aggression that you couldn’t deny existed. It made your core tighten, made your sex so wet, that it was a little embarrassing. Nick noticed the way you kept clenching your legs together and would purposely wedge his hand between your knees just to feel the warmth between your thighs, grinning as he watched you wiggle and lick your lips and begin to breathe a little heavier. 

“Is this too much?” Folio’s tone held concern, but the look in his eyes said something completely different. Quickly shaking your head, you clenched your teeth together, holding back a moan that was dying to escape. .  

Then his hands found yours and pinned you down. You knew he’d been thinking of some things earlier in the day, from the way you’d catch him staring at you with that certain look in his eyes, or the fact he couldn’t (or wouldn't) keep his hands off you, and the way he’d purposely push up on you whenever he’d get behind you, always making you feel how hard he was beneath his jeans and how much you turned him on. 

It was all becoming obvious he was craving something and that something was what you were craving too.

What started out as a simple make out move ended up with Folio shirtless and unable to resist slipping his hand inside your little black panties and playing with you until he had you begging for more and moaning his name. That's when he'd give you what you wanted by sliding two of his fingers, knuckle deep into your tight, aching sex that was so slick and wet just from him touching you. He kept direct eye contact with you, getting off on watching you cum all over his fingers, never imagining he'd been the one who got to see you like this. It was a high for him and made him feel deeply connected to you. The first time he made you cum was euphoric and you couldn't hold back the tears that seeped down the sides of your face. Caressing your face as he gently dried your tears, he said “If you're this beautiful when you cum on my fingers, I can't wait to watch you cum on my cock.”  You nearly fell apart on the inside. But the fear of only becoming his “sometimes girl” made you shudder with worry. It created a panic in you that scared you more than anything. You didn't want to be with any other man. And you didn't want Nick to be with any other girl. 

Finding the courage to be honest, you ran your fingers through his soft, thick hair and climbed into his lap, laying kiss after kiss on his lips, his cheek, his jawline, then his neck, deeply inhaling the scent of him.

“Nick, look at me,” you ordered, grinning when he did. His full lips were turned up into his sweet smile, knowingly from you, giving you hope that what you were about to say to him would be received the way you wanted it to be. 

“I’m not sure how you’re feeling right about now, but, um,” you licked your lips, avoiding eye contact with him for a moment.. “Well, shit… this sounded much better in my head.” You scolded yourself for being so weak. Folio waited patiently, but eventually lifted your head up with his finger under your chin so he could look at you. “Just tell me.” His compassionate expression gave you the reassurance you needed.

“I don’t know what this is between us. I know we’ve joked around and said a few things, but the truth is…” your heart was pounding in your chest. “The truth is, Nick, that I don’t want to be your “sometimes” person. I want something that matters; something that’s special, filled with affection and care that goes beyond just physical. I want us together, passionate, and committed.” You took a deep breath, fighting back the tears. “I want love, Nick, and not just any love; your love. Real love.” 

You couldn’t look at him, too scared that if you did you’d see the rejection you feared in his eyes. But all of that faded the moment he laid a soft kiss on your forehead and pushed your head down onto his shoulder so you could snuggle into his neck and hold onto him tightly. He held you securely to him, as if he was afraid you might vanish, making your grip on him tighten. 

His hard erection was pressed firmly against your entrance that was covered only by the thin cotton of your shorts and panties making it so easy for you to grind against him. The feeling of Nick, so thick and so full, against your aching pussy that had been coiled up with so much arousal for him for days, was overwhelming. Folio moaned, his front teeth bearing down on the skin of your collarbone, causing you to gasp. 

“I can give you that, Y/N. I've already told you, when I took you to that spot with the two trees. I'm in love with you, that you're all I think about. You’re all I want.I wouldn't have brought you here with me if I didn't.” You pulled back to look at him, finding the reassurance of truth in his big brown eyes.  

You fought like hell to not push your panties to the side and slip yourself over him like a glove and feel him fill you with the sole essence of him. Folio could sense you wanting, feel it even just from the way you clung to him with one arm around his neck and the other around his chin as you suddenly filled his mouth with your tongue which he took gratefully. He groaned against your mouth, releasing savage sounds that you’d never heard come out of him before. It made all your muscles tighten, and you whimpered.

“Goddamn, baby, I fucking want you so bad, please,” Folio begged you, unable to hide the whine behind his plea. That was all it took. You tugged his shorts down from behind him as he pushed himself up with you still in his lap, making it possible for you to pull them the rest of the way down until he kicked them off with his feet exposing himself fully to you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered at the sight of how thick Folio actually was. “What? Is something wrong?” Unwillingly, you pried your eyes away and looked at Nick only to see worry covering his face. His sudden innocence melted your heart and it was then you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t give him just to make him happy. Smiling at him, you took his face in your hand, pulling him toward you, and kissed him; hard. “No, there's absolutely nothing wrong. It’s just that you're beautiful. And you’re all mine.” The relief washed over Nick. “Yours?” he questioned, almost in a whisper. Running your tongue up the center of your hand and wrapping it around his cock, you let your fingers slide up and down his shaft as you watched the pure bliss of pleasure cover Folio’s face. 

“Mine; all mine,” you replied with a little more force than you meant to, but he didn't seem to mind. “Holy fuck, baby. I can’t,” but his words failed him as his head fell back and he sighed loudly as you picked up the pace of your hand, working his cock and making him harder than he'd ever been. A few more moments of this and you were sure you would have Nick in a puddled mess in your hands. 

“Okay,” he breathed, sounding almost annoyed. He grabbed your hand to stop you. “Your turn,” he uttered, eyes wide with determination. He brought you back to the task at hand which was removing your shorts. With your arms latched around his neck, you lifted your bottom and he slid them down watching how you skillfully maneuvered your legs around him to get them the rest of the way off. With just your thin cotton panites covering your pussy, Folio didn't waste any time placing his fingers on you, moving your panties to the side to slide his finger through the slick wetness of your folds. 

“Holy shit, doll, fuck you're so wet. Is this what I do to you?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Maybe,” you teased. “Maybe, huh?” He kissed you, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip. “A wet pussy never lies.” The dark desire that drifted into his eyes at that moment was enough to make you go insane. You pushed your soaking wet cunt into his hand and he grinned at the feeling.

“Are you sure this is okay? This is how you want our first time together to be; your first time?”

“Mmm, if I recall, I remember someone saying he wanted our first time together to be where we could be loud as fuck and no one would hear or care what we're doing. I think this place might qualify,” you stated, looking up at the night sky that was full of stars. 

Folio followed your gaze and then looked back down at you, speechless. “Well, in that case,” he said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up. “I want this off.” He pulled it over your head and suddenly you were naked, breasts on display for Folio to lick his lips over and groan with anticipation.  

“Oh my god, you're so fucking beautiful," he gasped, taking both of you nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs and pinching them, before collecting the entire breasts in his hands. “And no bra…” Folio clicked his tongue at you, shaking his head. “Someone had a dirty mind.” His kidding was amusing, but the irresistible way his voice sounded scolding you caused your skin to prickle. You gasped, moaning at the feeling of his calloused yet soft hands on such a delicate part of your body that’s never been touched in that way before. You pushed your heated sex harder into Folio, trying to feel as much of him as you can. 

“Is this what you want,” he taunted, slipping a finger inside you, while laying his forehead on yours and squishing your noses together until his lips captured yours again. “As good as your fingers are, baby, I want the real thing. I want you in the worst way, Nick,” you admitted, grazing your cheek against his as you spoke softly in his ear. “Your taste, your scent, and the feel of your skin meeting mine. I want it all, tonight.”

“Baby, I don't have a condom,” he confessed. You clasped your warm hand around his length again gliding it back and forth, watching the overwhelming look of satisfaction and enjoyment wash over his face. “I'm on the pill. So you can cum in me if you want to,” you whispered in his ear, taking the bottom lobe between your teeth and sucking it. The ungodly sound that escaped Folio sent a strong, violent shiver through your body and when you aligned his cock to your entrance and sank halfway down onto him, the feeling was so intense and a little painful that you couldn’t hold back the tears. It was all too much to bear. The deep, filling feeling of him against your walls made you gasp, keeping you still while he stayed hard, inside you. 

“Hey, sweetheart, look at me,” Nick pleaded, taking your face between his hands. He kissed you, breathing in deeply before pulling away to look at you again. “This is a lot for you; I know it is. We can stop if you want to, whenever you want to.” You shook your head violently. “No, I don’t wanna stop. I don’t wanna stop breathing you in, feeling you; please, Nick don’t stop.” He smiled and lightly laughed. “Okay, I won’t. But I’m gonna need you to move because if you don’t you’re gonna make me cum really hard, just from you sitting on me.” You were breathless yet feeling like you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs from the intense sexual feeling. “All the way baby,” Folio coaxed, grabbing your hips and moving you back and forth slowly until you felt yourself being filled with more of him. “Oh my god, Nick,” you cried lightly, keeping your eyes locked with his. “I know, it fucking feels amazing. Keep going. I know you take all of me.” His hands never left your hips, gently guiding you down his thick shaft and deeper into you, making every nerve in your body seem to be on fire. He pushed deeper into you, exploring every inch of you until he finally settled. “Oh fuck, Y/N, shit,” he cursed, digging his nails into your skin. His tip hit the perfect sweet spot and you cried out a long satisfying moan, no longer caring if the entire world could hear you. 

“Fuckkkkkk… god, you’re so damn tight baby. Your pussy feels so good!” Folio growled. Pleasure and pain mixed his words as they fell from his mouth like a prayer. “How do you feel, doll?” His consistent concern and respect for how you and your body were feeling made your heart soar confirming what you already knew; you were crazy in love with him. “So good,” you answered Nick, rocking back and forth a little faster than before. “Yeah? You sure.” “Yes, I’m sure,” you assured him, letting your head fall back while he brought you closer so he could slide his tongue over the skin of your neck. 

The intensity of his touch when his hands left your hips to grab your ass and push you deeper into him made the sounds of your pleasure, louder and harder, echo all around the two of you. It made you into a whimpering mess. You clenched your aching cunt around his cock, hugging him and creating unimaginable friction you never knew your body needed. You let the sweet little whimpers fall from your lips, throwing your head back as you held onto Nick while his hands found your breasts again and his lips found your neck. “That’s it baby girl, ride me just like that, fuck yeah.” 

His encouraging words made you pick up your pace and now that it wasn’t so painful, you were able to feel the pure erotic pleasure of your bodies entwining together as one. It grew hot between you, both of your bodies building sweat that mingled with the wetness from your arousal.  

“I swear, Y/N, if you got any more perfect than you already are, you'd kill me.” “I don't want to do that,” you chuckled in between a gasp and a needy moan. “The sounds you make while fucking me are so pretty, baby. I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure I hear them every time we’re together,” Nick crooned. “So does that mean you’re all in with me?” Slowing your pace for a moment, even through the familiar heat pooling in your lower back was intensifying the fire in your abdomen. You were almost there, your climax almost reaching its peak. 

Folio trailed his fingers over your neck and up to your face, wrapping them around it to stare you directly in the eyes. Even through the dark, you could see the light of the moon reflecting off his eyes and you saw the adoration for you radiating from them. They were warm and glistening with tears. 

“Y/N, I’m convinced after tonight with you that I want only two things in this world.” “Yeah, and what are they?” Nick’s eyes darted in between yours. “I want you, and I want us. That’s it. I choose you, baby.” You released a choked sob and fell into his chest, wrapping yourself around him like a vine. “Thank you,” you quietly said, kissing his neck as his arms wrapped around you, “You’re welcome.”

Safe. You felt safe. Once you started to move again, this time slower, your eyes stayed connected, hands intertwined, and the sounds became more intimate. Heavy breathing, panting, whimpers, curses, moans, and growls became the only sounds heard. You were close. Heat spread through your skin, pooling in your abdomen like a thousand butterflies. You couldn’t control your moans anymore and they grew louder the closer your climax came. “I can feel you clenching my cock, baby. Holy fuck, Y/N you feel so fucking good. I can’t,” “I know,” you interrupted him through a whine. “Ohh, Nick,” you gasped. “That’s it baby, keep going, keep fucking me until you cum. You’re almost there.” Your cheeks were burning and the blood rushing to your head made you feel like you were about to explode. “That’s it, fuck, sweetheart I’m almost there too, keep riding me. Grind harder,” Folio commanded you with a low, rough grunt. His thumb found your clit and he messaged it, intensifying the electric feeling coursing through your body. “Nick, I’m almost,” you sucked in a breath, locking your arms around his neck about to lower head on his shoulder. 

“Hey, look at me,” he nudged your head back to look at your face. “I want to see how you look when you cum. Show me, sweetheart. I want to hear the fucking sounds you make.” You quickly nodded, unable to hold back anymore. “I need, oh fuck, god, Nick….” “Good girl, cum all over me baby, let me feel you.” Your last drawn-out moan was followed by a slight, sudden scream as your orgasm hit you and you came completely undone around Folio. It pulled you over the edge of a euphoric release that made you breathless. Your whole body quivered, weakness taking over instantly as the shakiness in your thighs made them too weak for you to keep tightened around him.  Nick grabbed your legs, digging his fingertips so hard into your muscles that you knew you’d have bruises by tomorrow. You clung to Folio’s sweat covered shoulders, biting down on his skin and stabbing your nails into his flesh as he continued pounding into your sensitive pussy, hands moving to your ass securely to keep you right where he wanted you. “I want to cum inside you, baby,” he hissed, voice unrestrained. “Do it then, cum inside me Nicky. Cum for me.” With a sharp groan, Folio’s hips shuttered as he emptied himself inside you, raking his nails down your back and nipping your neck. “God-fucking- dammit! Fuck!” he cursed, letting out a shaky breath. You both were out of breath, panting like wild animals. 

Nick kept his arms locked around your waist and wouldn’t let you go when you attempted to pull away. Relaxing into him, you held him as his hands traveled slowly, up and down your back, calming you after so much intensity. Holding the back of his head and running your fingers through the dampness of his hair, you kissed and nuzzled his neck, quietly groaning in delight as you tasted the saltiness of his sweat on your lips. He tasted like the salt water of the ocean, and you sighed, snuggling deeper into his arms as he let himself grow soft inside you. This was heaven. This was your home. Nick was your home. 

Three days later you and Folio are heading home. It’s been a wild week, one you didn’t expect to ever happen. What started out as a simple crush between the two of you turned into a sweet, dark obsession that led to days of morning cuddles that led to filthy morning sex and nights of hot making out that always led to something more. Folio is a soft guy, but damn you love it when he’d take control, how he possessed you completely. 

As you held onto him tightly, letting your mind wander through all the special moments of the past few days, you realized there was a moment between a glance and a kiss you shared with Folio, where your world stopped for a moment. The only thing between the two of you, as you laid naked together, curled up in his arms, was the anticipation of his lips on yours. A moment, so intense, that it hung in the air and pulled your souls together. A moment, so perfect, that when it came to an end and you whimpered from already missing him, you realized, it was only the beginning of the greatest adventure with him.

Folio takes your hand and locks his fingers between yours, placing it against his chest and holds it there. He lightly thumps it against him a few times then pats it, signaling he wants you to keep it there, which you do; right up against his heart.

Part 1

[p0orbaby]

Hey! Can you maybe do one like pet two of Wanda finding out that reader talks to the babies when Wanda is asleep where reader does it in front of Wanda with her awake hahaha and maybe like reader being affectionate with the bump in public for the first time? Please?

Affection

a/n: Wanda needs all the love

warnings: pregnancy, insecurity, think that’s it?

word count: 1k

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“You don’t have to be embarrassed you know”

“I'm not”

Wanda didn’t have to be a genius to know you were lying. You could barely meet her gaze and when she held out a hand to comfort you, you practically recoiled. Like her hand was reminiscent of a red hot poker.

“Y/N, don’t be like that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable”

“You didn’t”

“Look see, I can go back to sleep and act like I didn’t notice anything!” She laid back down theatrically. Hair splaying over the pillows and arms placed purposefully at her sides trying to emulate how she slept.

You looked over at the bedside clock and found it was almost time to get up anyway. To go back to sleep now was futile. So you scurried off to the en-suite flushed with awkwardness and discomfort and turned the shower on in hopes of regaining some composure.

Fortunately or unfortunately, you didn’t really enjoy the idea of slamming a door in your pregnant wife’s face as she appeared next to you. Having peeled herself from the sheets strangely fast for someone as pregnant and she was. You narrowed your eyes at her sudden burst of morning energy.

“What did you say Dr Michaels said you needed to work on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you deadpanned as you stripped. Warm cloth crumpling in a pile on the floor. The wash basket forgotten as you let yourself be engulfed by beautifully hot water.

“Don’t be obtuse,” Wanda shouted over the water. “Repeat what you told me the other week”

You must’ve said something, because there was a low hum that had your body vibrating. But it failed to reach Wanda’s ears through the dense fog being created by the heat.

“You’re going to have to speak up baby”

“Wounds can only heal if you let them open up. Failure is not a mistake, only failing to fix them is” you said louder this time, resting your head against the tiled wall to hide your face.

“And what does that mean?”

“Not running off. Talking. Being open”

Over the sound of the water you didn’t hear the rustling of clothes being removed. Only aware that movement had happened when you felt a swollen stomach to your back and soft hands wrap around your middle.

“Want to talk about earlier?”

You turned in your wife’s arms. The height difference between you never failed to make your heart swell. Your hard demeanor always dissolving when those big green eyes looked up at you with affection and care.

“Just bonding time, you know?”

“And the part about doing it when I’m asleep?”

“I don’t know” you responded nonchalantly with a shrug. Glad the water was hot enough it gave you a flush before this interrogation.

“Y/N”

“What?”

“Open wounds remember”

If you were having this conversation with anyone else you’d roll your eyes and deflect. But if you wanted this to work, which you did because you loved your wife and would die before you lost her trust again, you’d have to talk.

“If I say something and you hear it, if anyone hears it, it becomes real. Like, if I promise to take them out on bike rides and never do it, when they're old enough I mean, then I’ll be a disappointment. If you don’t know what I've said, you can’t judge me for forgetting”

There were never many moments where Wanda was rendered speechless. Yet at this moment, she couldn’t really find any words worthy of a response. And in all honesty she didn’t even know what she was feeling. Sad, happy, grateful you’d told her something that was obviously difficult for you?

“Oh baby. I won’t judge you for things like that, ever”

“But you might. I can’t fail anyone else”

“Does this have anything to do with you not touching my stomach in public too?”

You tried to pull away, but her grip around your waist tightened, keeping you flush against her. So you just gave in. Nodding your answer silently. Like a child too ashamed to admit fault.

-

The two of you were in line at the bakery. This morning's conversation all but resolved and the air around you now not thick with tension. And to top off a task completed, freshly baked cookies and chocolate croissants would serve as a reward.

Your palm was placed firmly on the small of your wife’s back. Pushing at her aching spine as she stood longer than you would’ve liked waiting for your turn to order. You’d insisted she take a seat whilst you waited alone, but alas, she got her way and a back rub in the process.

“They’re really giving me the run around today”

“Hmm?” You asked distractingly, looking around other customers' bodies at what was left behind the glass displaying the sweet treats.

“The boys, kicking my ribs and doing somersaults. Do you think it’s possible they know sugar is on the way? Getting excited and flailing about in there?”

There was a brief moment when her words blended into the beeps and hisses around you. Other people's chatter wrapping around her question. A statement that you would normally respond to by pressing your lips to her hairline and spout encouraging words only loud enough for her to hear.

But it’s never too late for change.

You ignored the woman behind the counter ushering you forward to order. You ignored the groans and complaints you heard from the rest of the line behind you. All comments in the wind as you knelt down, in-line with Wanda’s stomach, and splayed your palms over the wool guarding her from the morning chill.

“Will you two stop making your mama uncomfortable, hm? She’s keeping you nice and warm, fed and making you strong, and that’s how you repay her? Menaces already, the pair of you”

It was probably a coincidence, but whatever movement you felt against your hands seemed to stop at your words. Perhaps it was the familiar sound of your voice. Or something else entirely. But either way, a step had been made today.

When you stood to your full height, you were surprised to see Wanda’s eyes brimming with tears. Not unusual in her hormonal pregnant state. Though this time you were certain you knew the reasoning behind her quivering chin and wet sniffles.

The kiss to her hairline now had a new meaning.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Can we have some HC's of the Haitani brothers ples? I really wish we could've seen more of the Haitani brothers' relationship dynamics in the manga! They don't appear much, and we don't know much about them, but something about them is just so interesting, you know?

Like hc's of them together and their relationship as brother's? Here are some!

They never forget each other's birthday's and always put a lot of effort into each other's presents/ surprise parties.

Ran attended all of Rindou's competitions 

Refused to be separated while in juvie

When they go travelling together, Rindou packs an extra eye mask for sleeping in case Ran loses or forgets his somewhere.

Physically fight each other a lot but it's not serious, if one of them does go too far (makes the other bleed or something) they're the one who has to patch up the wound.

They have a lot of movie nights together 

They're the best men at each other's weddings and both take their duties very seriously.

They hang out a lot together even if one of them isn't interested in what the other is doing, they'll still go with them.

When they were kids and teenagers they used to attend each other's dentist and doctors appointments.

Ran has Rindou's optician on speed dial in case he breaks his glasses

Rindou will remove any bugs from Ran's room and their apartment so Ran doesn't have to deal with them.

If one of them is cold, the other will roll their eyes but still hand over their scarf/ gloves.

As kids, Rindou used to run to Ran and sleep in his room when he had nightmares

Their arguments tend to not last very long, a few hours or a day at most. 

Ran has attempted to flirt with girls on Rindou's behalf before (Rindou is always very embarrassed about this).

They take care of each other's injuries after fights

When they were little it was fairly common for Ran to give Rindou piggyback rides. One time after a fight, the opposite happened, Ran got hurt and Rindou gave him a piggyback ride to help him home.

Ran secretly tells people that Rindou is the best DJ around

They're very good at reading each other's body language and knowing their moods straight away.

The first few times Rindou decided to drive his bike, Ran forced him to wear a helmet. (Ran said he didn't need one though, only Rindou)

Both of them are kind of unsure on how to take care of a sick person but try their best when each other is sick. 

They text each other a lot when apart

They both follow the code of "I can tease/ bully him as much as I like but if anyone else does then they're dead"

And finally, Ran ruffles Rindou's hair a lot. Rindou always acts annoyed at this but secretly likes the act of affection.

[rodentchild]

Shit I've Heard Or Said As Writing Prompts Pt. 23

"So he's a werewolf piss-boy who works for NASA, has diamonds for eyes, and might also be Jesus."

"You're very smoochable, I hope you know that."

"I want to learn Magic The Gathering but Dungeons and Dragons is complicated enough for now."

"WHY DOES COLLEGE HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE!" "Capitalism."

"You're the kind of person they do psychological research on."

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FREAK! That's karma, that's what that is!"

"Monkey sex is important!"

"She has no thumbs and muddy paws, how can she defend herself?"

"Thank you for the information, but it's uninteresting and unnecessary."

*text messages* "Yeah so I might have possibly maybe been kidnapped and am now in Germany. Don't worry I'm fine tho" "GOOD MORNING???"

"I told you I don't know how to ride a bike, you dick."

"If you're gonna be tacky be real about it."

"That's my thirteenth reason." "I never watched that show, I don't give a shit."

"His dad is a mackerel. I know this for a fact."

"If I can't end my life as a missing person, I want to go skydiving without a parachute and aim for somebody's house."

"You forget that he's a psychopath!"

"God bless your bowel movements."

*incredibly drunk* "I'm traveling through the universe!"

"Don't slut shame my dog!"

"I don't mind swappin' spit with the homies."

"This game is all about semantics! You've entered the Thunderdome motherfucker!"

"You're adding edging to the campaign?!"

"There's no pronouns here!"

"If I yelled at you and told you I hate you, would that make leaving me easier?" "No."

"This behavior makes me fully believe you when you say you've done acid."

"Yeah we went to high school together. You were on the basketball team. You guys sucked."

"Oh, well excuse me for not having a ton of experience giving blow jobs!"

"I'd fight a man over a spider any day. Spiders have enhancements, men only have the audacity."

*mocking voice* "Oh my God, I'm a drug mule!"

"Where's the Walmart Man, he knows how to slap ass!"