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[4linos]

the gingerbread fix.

kim seungmin x gn!reader

synopsis: after seungmin unintentionally ruins the gingerbread house you’ve worked hard on, the two of you rebuild together, learning the importance of compromise and enjoying the process.

wc: 989

part 5/8 holiday series. 🎄

The week before Christmas, you’d come up with a fun idea, a gingerbread house decorating competition. You were excited about it, knowing that you and Seungmin could have a fun, festive time together. You’d gathered everything, the gingerbread kits, icing, sprinkles, and candy. It was going to be a lighthearted and playful competition to see who could create the best house, but you didn’t anticipate just how seriously you’d take it.

The night of the competition arrived, and the air was filled with a delicious smell of sugar and gingerbread. Seungmin was enthusiastic at at first, but when it came to decorating, he turned into the class clown. You concentrated on the house, carefully decorating every inch, placing the candy, and ensuring the frosting stayed neatly piped. Meanwhile, Seungmin slapped some frosting here and there, paying little attention to any kind of structure.

With each passing minute, you became more focused. You couldn't help yourself, it wasn't just about winning; it was about doing something special, showing that you cared about doing it right. Seungmin, on the other hand, was having a good time, nonchalantly bothering you as he randomly added candy canes and took nibbles out of the candy pieces. Every time you looked over, he gave you a grin, as if the whole thing was a joke to him. You tried to hold back your increasing frustration, but it came out when Seungmin, chuckling to himself, leaned over and touched your gingerbread house, just to tease you.

The whole thing crumbled.

You froze, staring in disbelief at the pile of crumbled gingerbread. Your heart dropped. You'd worked so hard to make that house perfect, and now it was ruined. Seungmin, still chuckling, stared up at you with wide eyes. He hadn't realized how serious you were about this. "Seungmin," you asked, your voice tight with rage. "What did you do?" His face fell, and he moved back. "Wait, I didn't mean to—" "No! "I've been working on this for hours, and you just…ruined it," you snapped, your words coming out harder than intended. His expression showed guilt, but the frustration was too much.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice genuine. “I didn’t mean to mess it up. I was just joking around…”

You shook your head, biting back the anger and disappointment welling up inside you. “I don’t need you to joke around. I thought this was supposed to be fun, but now you’ve ruined it.”

Seungmin stood there, looking helpless. “I didn’t realize you were taking it so seriously.”

You folded your arms across your chest, hurt. “It’s not about that, Seungmin. It’s just… I wanted this to be something special. I wanted to share something with you, but instead you made me feel like it didn’t matter.”

The room fell silent for a minute. Seungmin, for the first time all night, looked completely serious. "I'm really sorry. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He hesitated, then looked down at the mess on the table. "I’ll fix it. "I promise." You didn't respond immediately away, the anger still simmering, but you were beginning to feel the sting of guilt yourself. You snapped at him when he didn't deserve it. You were frustrated and disappointed, but it didn't mean he deserved to be on the receiving end of it.

Later that evening, you went to the kitchen to grab a snack, still giving Seungmin the silent treatment. You were hurt, but you didn’t want to escalate things further. But as you opened the fridge, you heard him come in behind you.

"Sit down," he urged gently, putting you onto the table. "We're not giving up on this." Before you could argue, he had left the room, returning shortly after with two new gingerbread house kits and an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry for messing around," he said cautiously, placing the boxes on the table. "Let's do it properly this time, together." You sighed, but couldn't keep the slight smile tugging at the edges of your lips. Despite everything, he was trying. He really was.

“Okay, fine,” you said, sitting back down. “Let’s do it again.”

So the two of you began again, this time more focused and serious. Seungmin, who had not been trying too hard before, now worked quietly beside you, delicately piped the icing, and set the candies with care. His gingerbread house was still a little disorganized, but there was something adorable about how hard he worked to improve things.

As the night progressed, you both began to relax. Your frustration gradually faded away, replaced with laughter as you giggled about how horrible Seungmin's house was looking. Even his decorating attempts failed miserably, but you couldn't help but laugh at how hard he was trying. "You're not winning this time," you mocked, staring at his house, which was leaning to one side and consisted of more sweets than actual construction. Seungmin grumbled, obviously dejected but taking it in stride. "Alright, fine. "I’ll let you win."

You grinned, finally feeling the tension dissipate. “Thanks for letting me win. That’s very generous of you.”

Seungmin smiled sheepishly, giving you a playful shove. “I’m just happy we’re not fighting anymore.”

You both sat back, looking at your respective gingerbread houses, your hearts lighter than they had been earlier. “I’m sorry, too,” you said, your voice soft. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was just really excited about this.”

He smiled at you, and the warmth in his gaze made you forget about the previous tension. "It's okay. I'm just glad we're doing this together." "Yeah," you replied, leaning against him. "Next year, though, we're definitely doing this seriously." Seungmin laughed and wrapped his arm around you. "Next year, we'll have an even bigger competition. But for now, let us just enjoy this." And with that, you both giggled together, enjoying the moment while the Christmas lights flickered softly in the backdrop.

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[taglist: @lixies-favorite-cookie..]

[sulumuns-dootah]

Celebrating Christmas w/ WHB demons

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Oh hey, something other than YfoH2 :D Since tomorrow starts the NSFW part of the event, I gotta show some love to all our other boys ♥

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Satan

Piggibacking off of the prompt I wrote for him last Christmas

I think it would be actually a funny idea to make Satan dress up as Santa

Buuuut since his lap is reserved to us, his people can ask to get hit instead

It might be better also to tell the other kings that this is happening othervise they might get concerned when suddenly a large number of demons fly all the way to their country

Sitri

Meanwhile Satan is happily hitting all his people, Sitri gets swept up in the whole organising part of things

Like, he's so busy he only got to ask to be hit three times :(

Another annoying thing is that the celebrations mean Amy is around, so he doesn't even get to enjoy the time he manages to take off

Amy

Amy and his group are in the town, just to make sure that everyone is safe

But they kinda just hang out in pubs and challenge random demonst to a drinking competition

Someone call Bimet, because the liquor bussines is booming at that time of year

Paimon

Poor baby Paimon is overtaken by the sheer amount of sponsorship offers due to their social media presence

The only good thign is that they get a lot of free things, so gifts for some less important people are taken care of

To help out Sitri, they also offer to buy all the presents he'd othervise have to come up with and buy himself

Leraye

This time of year is kinda empty for Leraye :(

So he's helping out where he can

Most of the time it's helping Paimon film all their hauls and reviews

Or he's helping to oversee the decoration process

Belial

If there's any cultural event, Belial will surely be there

Jjyu has the whole holidays off, so Belial prefers to stay at home othervise

When you go to visit him, he's most likely reading while listening to some classical music

Astaroth

Astaroth is the head overseer of the decoration group

Nobody's even sure how he got this post, but he's the only one who is able to voice his visions and how to achieve them so nobody complains

Problem is, that he doesn't actually acomplish much in the decorating department himself

So throughout the whole process, he's just reading his book and occasionally looks up to steer the others the right way

Zagan

The main decorator

He's the one to organise everyone, even without words

Other tha that, Zagan is usually seen somewhere, helping other demons learn a particular sport like skiing or ice skating

Ppyong

The second main decorator

Especially for placing thigs high up where no other demon can reach

It actually helps him to take his mind off asking Sitri about when he'll get to baking all those delicious sweets he always does

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Mammon

Mammon always looks forward to this time of year beacuse of the whole auction thing

Other than that, he doesn't really do much out of the ordinary

At least until you come around introduce him to bunch of new thigns from your own culture

Those things will then get added onto the list of things the country will now do every year form now on

Bimet

Shopping? Shopping! SHOPPING!

Ofc Bimet won't be spending his own money though...

Surely Mammon won't notice if Bimet buys an extra few gifts for himself while out buying gefts for all the other nobles

Eligos

Tartaros' main and only decoration conductor

Yes, he would wrap the whole country in a giant bow if he could

Oh, and during his off time, you can definitelly find him with Paimon in one of the holiday pop up cafés or stores

Valefor

If Bimet is out shopping, he always asks Valefor tog o wiht him to help him carry all the bags

Other than that, Valefor, like Zagan, likes to dos ome winter sports with other demons

Though, for Valefor, I imagine he likes hockey and other team sports rather than the individual ones

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Leviathan

For Leviathan there's no change

He doesn't leave his chambers and refuses to interact with anyone beside his nobles and you

Though, I feel like if he likes you enough, he will go out with you (if you sweet talk him enough)

Foras

The ever so busy, our poor baby U.U

All the nother nobles are so useless in all the organising that everything falls down on Foras

Somehow, he still manages to keep his sanity tho

Barbatos

From the beginning, Barbatos wanted to be in charge of decorations

But somehow, that led to everything being wrapped in chains of lights

Which is nice, but Bael had to talk to Levi that they need to turn the lights down bc Abyssos neons were barely visible in all that light pollution at night

(Some say that even the demons of Tartaros didn't see something glow as much as Hades that night)

Glasyalabolas

Glasya's paraphilia has nothing to do with the holidays, so he can't mess up anything, right? right?

nope

The cold weather outside gives him the best opportunity to clean and sanitise the Hades castle underground where his... partners rest...forever

There isn't much space in there so he has to move them all out and since Leviathan refuses to have them inside his castle halls like that, they have to be outside the castle

So he can only take them out when it's cold outside or they might start to... decompose...

Orias

Grandpa doesn't do Christmas or anything of that sort, so like usual he's either off, looking for another delicious angel soul

Or being a menace and making sure Leviathan is on the edge of his seat at all times

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Beelzebub

The gifts this man gives are 10/10

Along his travels, he always finds some cool stuff he randomly remembers you said you'd like to have

It's all fun and games until he's hauling a giant mf statue that's almost the size of your house

Bael

If Bael's in a festive mood, he grabs a few scraps of paper and makes a star out of it to put on top of the mountain of paperwork

Other that that, he doesn't really get merry that much since Beel gets merry enough for the both of them

You'll probably have to physically lock him out of his office to get him to do something else

Stolas

Very excited for the holidays actually

Sadly, to participate in most of the stuff he wants to, he has to wade through the crowds, which is easy to set him off

And his bird form is of no use in such situations, because it's usually too cold for his wings

Naberius

Similarly to Belial, Naberius chooses to stay at home and read a good book instead of participating in the mob insanity

And don't worry that he'll run out of things to read

That's what his huge home library is for

Amon

Cold weather is perfect for hibernating, which is perfect for Amon since Beel is never around

Even if Bael commands him to go look for Beel, you'll most likely see him snoozing away in some café

Only once Beel returns, Amon will try to join in on the festivities

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Asmodeus

One of his favorite traditions is going around through the whole prison and visiting each and every cell for a round or two of his presence

And yes, it doesn take a lot of time so he'spretty much busy the whole month and then some

But nobody in hell really complains about his presence

Ronove

Actually, I imagine the Abaddon demons have an orgy just like the angels one each of them have had their own fill of Asmodeus

And Ronove uses that distraction as a way to sneak out to find some unfortunate demons outside of the prison who have gotten injured while fighting angels

His usual journey leads him to Paradise Lost where he meets Glasyalabolas who's...

... on a similar mission, but to the PL morgue

Phenix

Phenix loves this time of year!

Both because of the orgy, but also if you check them out of the prison and take them to some public event

SO many different good-looking demons in one place!

Dantalian

This time of year is Dantalian's time to shine :)

The orgy always inevitably ends up into a bloodbath given the extreme kinks of its participants

If he were to die like this, he couldn't be more happier

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Belphegor

Our resident sleeper will also try to sleep all the hubbub away

The only way he'll notice it's the season of giving is when a fully decorated tree appears in the corner of his room

And also when Beleth barges into the room while carrying a bag of gifts from him subordinates

Beleth

A concept: Santa Beleth

And if you were extra good, he'll let you sit on his lap(but beware, that it's a bumpy seat and you might have to shift around a lot)

That's it

That's what I'm thinking about for the rest of the year

Gusion

Head organiser who honestly, hates that position

"No! Stop! You're hanging that thing at a 175° and not at 180° like I told you!"

This headache is not one of those that he enjoys

Hopefully resolving one of the unsolvable equations will make him feel better

Bathin

Officially, Bathin is the one to supervise the decorating process, but Gusion always steps in anyway bc something is not to his liking

So he's just reading texts from Stolas about how much he hates all these other demons that accidentally bumped into him in the crowd

He even had to quickly jump to Abyssos a few times to stop the small demon from shooting up a very busy area

Andrealphus

Similarly to Stolas though, the crowds are a nightmare for Andrealphus

It's so hard for him navigate such busy places plus it's easier for angels to hide in them

So instead he stays at home and watches some cartoons

Agares

Agares isn't one to really celebrate, unless it becomes a competition with Belphie

His subordinates even say that during that time he's the worst

Everything has to be even more perfect than normally

Vassago

Somehow, Vassago actually manages to fullfill every demand of Agares, no matter how insane it is

And he'll still have time to spend for himself

Maybe beacuse he's so used to his kings' insane requests all the time?

Vassago's decorating skills are 10/10 too

Everything he touches ends up looking amazing, but then Agares immediatelly swoops in saying that it was his idea and Vassago only followed his vision

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Lucifer

The longer he's in Hell, the more he is open to the idea of celebrating again

Sadly though, the decorations that can be put up are limited bc anythinig living can be a potential allergy trigger and finding a good-looking fake alternative is hard

Still, you'll be able to find some sort of decoration in every room

And every demons who visits the hospital in december gets a little bag with some sweet and small gift

Morax

Poor baby Morax doesn't really like leaving the hospital during the cold months of the year because of how many of his injuries react to the sudden drop in temperature

Instead, he preffers to stay in and enjoy his hobbies while not treating patients

Safe to say, most, if not all, patients and hospital staff get something crocheted/knitted each year from him

Gamigin

Ooh, Gamigin can't wait!

Every little thing exictes him

If you give him an advent callendar, he'll be over the moon and ecstatically telling everyone what he got that day

And don't even get me started on how loud an cheery he gets when he's finally able to open his gifts

Marbas

Just like all the other tall demons, Marbas is the one to be decorating everything

Lucifer even graciously allows him to be untied so he can actually move around

But give his interest in shibari, you already know that 80% of the decorating just involves wrapping something in ribbon, tinsel or something similar

Buer

Buer is tasked with picking out some relaxing festive music that plays in the hospital halls and movie selection for the inpatients

Well that, and holding Marbas back with his decorating wich would otherwise just turn the hospital into one giant ball of ribbon and tinsel

Other than that, he's also the one responsible for creating gifts for each patient

[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt9/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, fingering, fluff.

The energy at the bar was electric, a perfect mix of celebration and relief as the cast of The Boys gathered to unwind after wrapping another intense week of shooting. Drinks flowed freely, laughter echoed off the walls, and the playlist—curated by none other than Tomer—was a chaotic mix of nostalgic throwbacks and questionable dance tracks.

You walked in with Jensen, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back as he guided you through the throng of people. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, but you tried not to focus on it. Tonight wasn’t just a celebration of work; it was also the night you and Jensen planned to let the cast in on your relationship.

It had been his idea, though he’d taken his sweet time convincing you. “They’ll love it,” he’d said, his voice dripping with that irresistible Southern charm. “Besides, Karl already suspects it. Dude gives me side-eyes every time I stand next to you on set.”

You’d laughed at that, but now that the moment was here, nerves twisted in your stomach.

“Relax,” Jensen murmured into your ear, his lips brushing the shell just enough to make your heart race. “You look stunning, and they’re all too drunk to care.”

You shot him a playful glare, but he just grinned that stupidly perfect grin of his, the one that made it impossible to stay annoyed.

As you reached the group, Erin was the first to spot you. She waved you over enthusiastically, practically bouncing in her seat. “Finally! Took you two long enough!” she exclaimed, her eyes flitting between you and Jensen.

Tomer smirked, raising his glass. “Yeah, thought you two were skipping out on us. What, had better plans?”

Jensen chuckled, pulling out a chair for you before sitting down beside you, his arm casually draped over the back of your seat. “Nah, just wanted to make an entrance,” he teased, winking at you.

As the night wore on, the drinks kept coming, and the atmosphere grew looser. You found yourself sandwiched between Jensen and Erin, laughing so hard your sides ached as Karl recounted a particularly embarrassing moment from set.

“And then,” Karl said, barely able to keep a straight face, “this asshole”—he pointed at Jensen—“tried to ad-lib some line about a goat, and we all lost it. Took thirty minutes to reset the damn scene.”

Jensen raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, it was worth it. That goat line was gold.”

“You’re full of shit,” Karl shot back, shaking his head.

As the laughter died down, Jensen’s hand found yours under the table. He intertwined your fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze. It was a small gesture, but it sent a wave of warmth through you.

Eventually, the conversation turned to relationships—who was dating who, who was single, and who was too busy to care.

“What about you, Y/N?” Laz asked, leaning back in his chair with a knowing smirk. “You seeing anyone?”

You hesitated, glancing at Jensen, who was already grinning like an idiot.

“Actually,” Jensen said, his voice carrying just enough to grab everyone’s attention. “We’ve got some news.”

All eyes turned to you both, and you suddenly wished the ground would swallow you whole. But Jensen, ever the professional charmer, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

“We’re together,” he announced, his tone casual but confident.

The table erupted into cheers, applause, and a few playful jeers. Erin looked like she was about to combust from excitement.

“Finally!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

Tomer raised his glass again. “To Jensen and Y/N!”

“To Y/N putting up with his bullshit,” Karl added, earning another round of laughter.

Jensen leaned close to you, his breath warm against your ear. “See? Told you they’d love it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinks, laughter, and stolen moments with Jensen. He was glued to your side, his hand either holding yours, resting on your thigh, or casually wrapped around your waist. He didn’t care who saw; in fact, he seemed to revel in showing everyone how much he cared about you.

At one point, as you were grabbing another drink at the bar, he snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Having fun?” he asked, his voice soft and intimate despite the noise around you.

“Yeah,” you said, leaning into him. “You?”

“Best night I’ve had in a long time,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

By the end of the night, most of the cast was either gone or too drunk to stand, but you and Jensen stayed, savoring the quiet moments as the bar emptied out.

“Wanna head home?” he asked, his hand brushing a stray hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling up at him. “Let’s go.”

As you walked out together, his arm draped over your shoulders and yours around his waist, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was exactly as it should be.

The house was quiet when we got back, the kids sound asleep after the long day. Jensen closed the door behind us, dropping his keys on the table. He turned to me, his smile soft and warm, the kind of look that always made my stomach flip.

“You were amazing tonight,” he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m so damn proud to be yours.”

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Mr. Ackles. Quite the life of the party.”

He chuckled, the low sound vibrating through me. “It’s easy to have fun when I’ve got you by my side.” His voice dropped, a little rougher. “And now, I get you all to myself.”

My breath hitched as he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened, his hands pulling me closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I felt his quiet groan against her mouth.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured against my lips, his forehead resting against mine.

I nodded, and he took my hand, leading me to their bedroom. The room was dimly lit, moonlight streaming through the window, casting soft shadows. Jensen turned to me, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“You’re everything to me, you know that?” His voice was low, but the weight of his words was unmistakable.

My chest tightened at his words, the sincerity in his eyes leaving me speechless. I cupped his cheek, my thumb brushing against his stubble. “You mean the world to me too, Jensen.”

We shared another kiss, this one slower, more meaningful, as if we were both savoring the moment. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine again, a smile playing on his lips.

“Stay here,” he whispered.

Before I could ask he came back, pulled his shirt off him and quite literally leaped at me as we both fell back on the bed. "You know... the last time we tried to do this, the kids started crying" he said as he pulled back and looked at me with a cheeky smile on his face. I realised we had never done this before and my heartbeat sped up. "Maybe we'll just have to be quiet" I said as I set my nerves aside, the drinks from earlier giving me a bit of confidence as I pulled his face down and kissed him.

He left a trail of kisses from my jaw to my chest and as he looked up at me, I smiled and nodded. He slowly pulled my strap off my shoulder and lifted me up a little to unzip my dress, as he did, his mouth never left my neck. He sucked hard on the nape of my neck leaving what I imagine will be a very prominent mark that even the makeup department can't fix.

I moaned as he bit down on my neck, I tugged on his hair which earned me a groan from him against my neck. He slowly trailed his fingers up my dress and tugged at my panties as he slipped a finger inside. My moan was soon covered with his huge hand as he pumped in and out of me, I was dripping with need as I hung on to his neck as he picked up the pace, my breath heavy against his ear, a few small gasps and moans coming out. I was trying my best to keep quiet.

My hands found their way to his bulge, which if we weren't doing what we were I would've thought he collected rocks for fun. My hand pressed firmly against his bulge as he moved away to look me in the eyes. "I want this. I NEED this" he said as he kissed me, while he pumped his fingers, adding two more to the mix which only drove me crazier. I unzipped his pants and he tried taking off my dress with his free hand.

He could feel me clench around hiss fingers "f-fuck! Jensen..." I whisper screamed as I felt myself getting close. "shhh" he whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek. I forgot everything in that moment, both my hands wrapped tightly around is neck as my hips bucked forward as I finished all over his fingers. "Good girl' he said as he took his fingers to his mouth and licked it clean. "Knees, now" He said as he stood up and helped me off the bed and out of my dress.

I got on my knees and looked up at him, I palmed his dick and let my hand roam free over the fabric of his jeans before he pulled them off, letting them pool at his feet. As he set it free, his dick sprung out and I audibly gasped at the size. I gave it a few pumps with my hand, using spit as lube. He threw his head back and groaned.

I licked the tip as I teased him, trying to fit even half of it in my mouth. His groans grew louder as I tried to fit his length in. His frustration grew and with one buck of his hips, he pushed the entire thing in. I gagged as my eyes filled with tears, I bobbed my head and kept teasing him by letting him out and just licking the tip. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrusted, my sweaty palms rested on his thighs to balance myself. As I felt him twitch, I quickly got up, earning a groan.

I quickly got on the bed and he slowly walked over and kissed me, "You taste good" he smiled and brushed his thumb over my lip. He positioned himself at my entrance and without a warning or giving me time to adjust, he thrusted and he thrusted hard.

"FUCK JENSEN" I yelled and he quickly covered my mouth, picking up his pace. His head thrown back and one hand grabbing my tit while the other pressed down on my abdomen. He smiled as he felt himself inside me. "So wet and so tight? And it's all for me?"

He was quite literally rocking my world so good that not a single word left my mouth other than a string of moans and curses. He pulled out, which made me look at him like he grew two more heads, but hey, more Jensen to look at. He switched positions as he lay down and put me on him. I made sure he was in me, I rode him but he stopped me. "Lift your hips baby" And I fucking obliged, because, well it's self explanatory.

He bucked his hips, pumping his hard cock in and out of me so rough and so fast. "Jensen..." I tried to say something but nothing came out and he looked at me knowingly. "Me too baby, me too" He said as he thrusted harder.

As we held on to each other, our movements slowed and I felt his warm ropes color my walls white as I came with him. A wave of pure emotion crashed over the both of us, leaving us trembling and gasping for air. "Fuck, I love you" I said as I lay down on his chest. "I love you too" he smiled as he kissed my head and held me against him.

The room was quiet, the kind of silence that feels like a warm blanket after a long day. My head rested on Jensen’s chest, and I could hear his heartbeat—a steady rhythm that calmed every part of me. His fingers combed lazily through my hair, and I felt like I could melt into him.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, like he was afraid to break the moment.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my cheek still pressed against his skin. “More than okay.”

Jensen shifted slightly, kissing the top of my head. “Stay right here. I’ll grab you some water.”

Before I could tell him not to bother, he was already out of bed, pulling on sweatpants and a T-shirt. I watched him disappear into the hall, his hair still a mess, and smiled to myself. Moments later, he was back with a glass of water in one hand and one of his flannels in the other.

“Here,” he said, holding out the glass as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Drink. And put this on—I don’t want you getting cold.”

I laughed softly as I took the glass, the warmth of his concern making my chest tighten in the best way. “You’re so damn sweet,” I said, slipping on the flannel after finishing the water. It smelled like him, all warm and comforting.

He smirked, sliding back under the covers and pulling me against him. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t tell anyone; you’ll ruin my reputation.”

I rested my hand on his chest, letting out a content sigh as he started tracing slow circles on my back. “Seriously, though. You spoil me.”

“Damn right I do,” he teased, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I tilted my head up to look at him, and the way he was watching me made my breath catch. There was something so unguarded in his eyes, like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a lazy grin. “But it’s true.”

I curled into him, letting my hand settle on his chest again. His heartbeat was steady beneath my palm, and it made me feel... grounded, in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

“Thank you,” I said after a while, my voice quieter than I intended.

He tilted my chin up gently, his eyes searching mine. “For what?”

“For this. For being you. For making me feel safe.”

His face softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead, lingering like he wanted me to feel every ounce of what he meant. “Always. I’ll always take care of you. That’s a promise.”

I closed my eyes and let myself sink into his warmth, my arms tightening around him. “I already love you, but you're gonna make me fall harder,” I whispered without thinking.

He chuckled softly, brushing his lips against my hair. “Good. That’s the plan.”

And just like that, I felt my chest ache with something so overwhelming, so terrifyingly good, I couldn’t even respond. Instead, I buried my face in his neck and let myself breathe him in, letting the world fade away as we lay there together. Safe. Home.

I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the blinds, the warmth of it falling across the bed. For a second, I forgot where I was, but then I felt the weight of an arm draped across my waist, pulling me close.

Jensen.

A smile crept onto my lips as I turned my head, finding him still sound asleep. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, and his face was relaxed in a way that made him look boyish, almost innocent. It was rare to see him like this, completely unguarded.

Careful not to wake him, I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look. His freckles were more pronounced in the morning light, and I traced one gently with my finger, smiling when he stirred but didn’t wake.

“Stop staring,” he mumbled groggily, his voice thick with sleep.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I wasn’t staring. I was admiring.”

His eyes cracked open, the green of them hazy but warm as they met mine. “Mm, same thing.” He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Morning.”

“Morning,” I whispered, my smile widening.

He pulled me back down so I was lying against his chest, his arms wrapping around me like he wasn’t ready to let the morning pull us apart just yet. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in... a while,” I admitted, resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him.

He smirked, his thumb brushing absentmindedly along my back. “Good. You’ll get used to it—waking up like this, I mean.”

My stomach fluttered at the implication, and I bit my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. “You sound awfully sure of yourself.”

“I am,” he said, his tone smug but playful. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Before I could respond, his stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment. We both burst out laughing, and I sat up, shaking my head. “Guess someone’s hungry.”

“Starving,” he said, throwing an arm over his face dramatically. “Feed me, woman.”

I rolled my eyes, already climbing out of bed. “Fine, but only because I’m hungry too.”

As I pulled on one of his oversized T-shirts and made my way to the kitchen, I couldn’t help but glance back at him. He was watching me, a soft smile on his face that made my heart skip.

The morning was a blur of chaos and laughter. Jensen and I spent the entire time wrangling the kids for breakfast, and somehow, it turned into an impromptu tea party. JJ had a tea set out, serving us tiny cups of pretend tea, while Zeppelin and Arrow decided to build an epic Lego city in the living room. It was like a whirlwind of tiny hands and big imaginations.

Jensen was a trooper, helping with the tea party and even getting on the floor with the kids to build Lego skyscrapers with them. The sight of him, sitting cross-legged and carefully stacking blocks, was enough to make me fall a little bit more for him.

"Can you make it taller, Daddy?" Arrow asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

"I think I can make it the tallest!" Jensen grinned, stacking even more blocks. "Watch this."

The kids cheered, completely absorbed in their play. A bit later, we ended up sitting on the couch, watching Finding Nemo for the hundredth time. I swear, if I had to hear "Just keep swimming" one more time, I was going to lose my mind, but seeing the kids' faces light up every time their favorite scenes played made it worth it.

Finally, it was time to get ready to drop the kids off at Danneel’s. The kids were reluctant, still clinging to me and giving me hugs. JJ was the first to break my heart.

"I don't wanna go, Y/N," she said, her small arms wrapping around me tightly.

"You have to, sweetie," I whispered, rubbing her back. "You have to spend time with your mommy. She misses you."

Zeppelin, who had been playing with his toy car, stopped and looked up at me. "But I wanna stay with you!" he said, frowning.

Arrow, who was normally all smiles, added, "Yeah, Y/N, please?"

Jensen, watching us from the doorway, raised an eyebrow but didn’t interfere. This was my moment, and I knew what had to be done.

“Listen,” I said gently, crouching down to their level. “You love your mommy, right? She wants to see you, and you guys can have some fun together. I'll be right here when you get back, I promise.”

The kids looked at each other, uncertain, but I could see their resolve starting to waver. Danneel, standing in the doorway, was watching the scene unfold, clearly annoyed by the kids' reluctance to leave.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Y/N!” JJ said, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"I know," I said, softly brushing her hair back from her face. "But you have to go to your mommy. I’ll be here when you get back. You’ll always have me, but you also need to see your mom, okay?"

The kids finally relented, but it was clear they weren’t happy about it. They reluctantly walked out the door, and as we followed them, Danneel greeted us with a tight smile.

“You’ve done enough,” she said, barely hiding the disdain in her tone. “They’re my kids, remember?”

I raised an eyebrow, keeping my cool. “I’m not taking them from you. I’m just making sure they’re okay.”

Her expression faltered for a second, and I could see the frustration in her eyes. It wasn’t easy to watch her try to control the situation, but I wasn’t going to let it affect me. Not today.

Jensen squeezed my hand as we left, the tension thick in the air. The kids were already starting to smile a little, reassured by the fact that I was going to be there when they came back. And that was all that mattered.

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A/N: I hope u guys liked this. I'm sick and busy and sleepy but I can't leave u guys like that.

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Also there was someone who sent me a message about tagging them, if you could do it again, I'll add ur tag here.

[heathermooch]

I really wish it was talked about more how exhausting it is to constantly have your phone selling your data on things that are so personal. My phone is listening in on my therapy appointments and getting Reels on depression. Speaking about how I’m afraid my cat may have cancer and being fed Tiktok video algorithm videos of people in hospice, their life before & after diagnosis, confessing to a friend how you’re starting to get physical effects from being overweight and now finding a slew of workout recommendations & finspo. I don’t get to be human, because there is an all-seeing group of numbers who are trying to recreate my human experience for me. Interspersed with Wegovy ads, Temu trash, the AI Coca Cola slop. It makes me and millions of other people feel alone. A product to a company I have no idea I was a line item more. Worthy only with my eyes, tracking every millisecond I watch a storytime about the worst day of someone’s life. This is not how life is supposed to be like. But hey, at least if I get more apathetic, I can be sold for another Better Help ad, self-conscious to be sold for a HelloFresh subscription, or if I’m lucky enough to be shown 15 minutes into scrolling, content from a friend so I can have the algorithm push a sponsored VRBO video of a cool experience to have with friends. Self-censorship like unalive or G@za just to get our points across so the platform can trick some corporation into believing it's a safe platform to sell on.

I’ve been deleting social media apps from my phone when I don’t use it. I “ask” apps to disable the location, microphone & camera access, which should never be a suggestion. I click “only necessary” cookies when visiting sites even if I have to press that button every time a new page loads on their domain. I avoid Facebook almost altogether due to its predilection for AI engagement bait. I stopped using Twitter last year after the rage bait & bot problem became apparent. I was asked by someone much younger than me why Tumblr feels like the old internet, and I said without really thinking about it, there isn’t a financial incentive for people to be upset with each other. And you know what, as poignant as it was, it made me realize why I’ve spent most of my time on Tumblr lately. Because I feel less like a product.

So yes, maybe it is harder to get a hold of me. Maybe I don’t post on social media like I used to. But I’m trying to find even the smallest modicum of control over and peace over a piece of technology I need for my livelihood. And I can’t believe, over 20 years after it’s mass public introduction, we still have lawmakers who feign ignorance on how the internet works to not enact true change in the US. All while the suicide rate for children rises, having thousands of professionals point to social media algorithms, just to be struck down by one billionaire cuck making a well-placed & timed donation. Say I'm preaching to the choir, talking to my echo chamber, but I'm not the one who coded the echo chamber.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! Can I request a load era Kirk x wife!reader when he suggests (as a joke, but he’s playing it very seriously) thathe wants a “hall pass” to hook with a famous model or groupie to “spice up” their marriage cause to him, life has become boring; maybe Lars or James done it and now Kirk wants to try it too. She’s humiliated and threatens to divorce him - but he thinks she’s just joking too. He leaves for studio but then he comes back he finds that she left, but before she filled the divorce papers and called him a hooker for his “hall pass”? And he realizes that she took it seriously and feels stupid?

I hope you like it!❤

A pass too far

I didn’t know how it happened, but somewhere along the way, things started feeling... off. Our routine had become predictable, and I wasn’t blind to the way Kirk had started pulling away. He was restless, like he was missing something. And I tried, I really did, to make things exciting again. But no matter what I did, it felt like he wasn’t really here.

That night, when we sat down for dinner, I thought maybe we could have a conversation about it—maybe he’d finally open up, share what was on his mind. I didn’t expect the bomb he dropped.

“So, babe,” Kirk started, a little too casually, like he was testing the waters, “I’ve been thinking.”

My stomach fluttered a little, expecting him to say something like, "I love you," or maybe "Let’s take a vacation." Instead, what he said next made me freeze.

“I think we should spice things up a little,” he continued, his grin playful, “What if you gave me a hall pass?”

I blinked, sure I hadn’t heard him right. “A what?”

“A hall pass,” he repeated, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He leaned back in his chair, looking almost pleased with himself, “You know, like a free pass to hook up with a model or a groupie. You know, like Lars and James do. They do it, so why not me?”

I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. This had to be some kind of joke. But the more I looked at his face, the more I realized he was completely serious. The smirk on his lips told me he wasn’t joking.

My chest tightened. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I tried to process what he was saying. A hall pass? To sleep with someone else? He was seriously asking me for this? Was he out of his mind?

My thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of it, but all I could manage to say was, “Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not,” he said, almost too easily, as if this was just another idea he’d thrown out. “I just think, you know, things have gotten kind of boring. A little spice would be good for both of us, don’t you think? We could try something new.”

My hands were shaking now. I pushed my chair back and stood up, the anger rising in my chest. “So, let me get this straight,” I said, my voice trembling, “You want me to just give you permission to go fuck some random woman, and you think that’ll ‘spice things up’ for us?”

He shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like it means anything. It could be fun.”

Fun? My stomach turned. I had never felt so small in my entire life. “So I’m supposed to just let you do that, right?” I laughed bitterly, the sound of it breaking through my shock. “Like I’m just supposed to sit here while you go out and hook up with someone else because you think our marriage is boring?”

“I’m just saying, it could work,” he added, his voice too casual for the storm raging inside me.

I shook my head, backing away from the table. The words caught in my throat, but the anger in my chest was making it hard to breathe. I had no idea how we’d gotten here, how I’d ended up here, with him suggesting that I just let him have some kind of free pass to do whatever he wanted. It was humiliating, and I felt every bit of that humiliation rising in my throat.

“No,” I said, my voice trembling with fury. “No way, Kirk. If you think I’m going to just sit here and let you do that, you’re out of your mind. That’s not how this works. I’m not your fucking hooker, Kirk. And if this is what you want, then I’m done. I’m done.”

His face shifted slightly, but he didn’t seem to fully grasp how serious I was. “Come on, babe, it’s just a joke. Don’t overreact. You’re being dramatic.”

I felt my heart break. "Dramatic?" I repeated, my voice shaking with disbelief. “You seriously think I’m being dramatic? You want to sleep with someone else, and I’m the one overreacting?”

“You’re not overreacting,” he said, finally standing up. “I’m just saying it could be fun—”

“No,” I cut him off, taking a step back. “You’re serious, and I’m not sticking around for this. If you want that, go ahead. But I’m done. We’re done.”

He didn’t try to stop me. He didn’t reach for me or beg me to stay. Instead, he just looked at me with this confused, almost smug expression, like he thought I was the one being ridiculous.

I grabbed my bag, the tears threatening to spill, but I was too angry to let them fall. I didn’t want him to see me break. Not like this. Not over something so stupid.

“I’m filing the divorce papers,” I said, my voice steady but cold. “And don’t bother trying to talk me out of it. You wanted a hall pass, Kirk. You can have it. But I’m not your second choice. I won’t be your joke.”

I left, slamming the door behind me, not caring about the sound or the chaos it left in my wake.

The next morning, I filed the divorce papers. I couldn’t believe it had come to this, but how could I stay with someone who thought so little of me? The worst part was, I had a feeling he didn’t even understand what he’d just done.

I thought about leaving him a note, but the words just came out so easily, so honestly. “I’m not your hooker, Kirk. Goodbye.”

I didn’t expect it to hit me like that.

I walked into the house after a long day at the studio, the sound of guitars and drums still echoing in my mind. The band's been busy with the new album, and there's always something brewing—something new to get excited about. But today, something felt off, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The house was quieter than usual. Too quiet.

I called out for her, but no response. Maybe she’d stepped out. Maybe she was out running errands. But no, something didn’t sit right. I walked through the house, checking every room, but there was no sign of her. Nothing.

Then I saw it.

The envelope on the kitchen table. My name was scrawled across it in that familiar handwriting. My stomach twisted.

I opened it without thinking, pulling the paper out. But when my eyes scanned the words, I felt a sudden wave of nausea.

“I’m not your hooker, Kirk. Goodbye.”

I read it again, blinking hard, as if doing so would make it all make sense. Goodbye? No, she couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t. My mind raced as I looked down at the divorce papers that fell out alongside the note. The room started to feel smaller, the air thinner.

I stumbled back a step, trying to make sense of what I was holding. My heart pounded in my chest. She’d really left. It was real. She was gone, and it was my fault.

I didn’t know how long I stood there, staring at the papers in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. My mind kept circling back to what I’d said earlier—the joke. It was supposed to be a joke. A stupid joke. But I didn’t realize how deeply it had cut her. How it had destroyed something that should’ve been sacred to both of us.

I felt like a damn fool. But I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t know if I could.

Without thinking, I grabbed the phone from the wall, dialing the number I knew all too well. My hands shook as I punched in the digits, my mind screaming for her to pick up. She had to. She had to hear me out.

The phone rang, each ring feeling like a punch in my gut. I tried to steady my breath. She’ll answer, she’ll answer, I thought, but the ringing only grew louder in my ear, more deafening.

And then... it stopped. A dial tone.

I hung up, staring at the receiver in my hand. I didn’t even know what I’d say to her. What could I even say? The words felt useless, like a pathetic excuse for what I’d done.

My chest tightened, and for the first time, the gravity of everything hit me.

I didn’t know when I had become so careless. I didn’t know when I started thinking it was okay to make jokes like that. To push her away. But now, standing in this empty house, I understood.

The tears came, unbidden, but I didn’t try to stop them. There was nothing left to say. I had everything I wanted, all the fame, the music, the tours... But I had never understood how much I needed her—how much I loved her—until it was too late.

And now? Now I was alone. A fool, sitting in a house filled with echoes of things I could never get back.

I looked back at the divorce papers, the words dancing in front of me, almost mocking me. How could I have been so stupid?

I picked up the phone again, but I didn’t dial. I couldn’t. She wasn’t going to pick up. She was gone, and I had no idea if she’d ever come back.

[deadhands69]

Under the Christmas Tree 

MDNI 

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Content/warnings/etc: gn/afab reader, Chapter 431 spoilers, porn with plot, post-canon/aged up slightly for no other reason than me being amused by the idea of Shouto Todoroki spending the entirety of his twenties after ch431 making stacks of soba bowls instead of ever attempting to get laid. He does get laid in this though: blowjob, fingering, slightly awkward sex (f on top, m on top), also contains swearing and explicit conversations.

2 1/2 Months Ago: Kaminari’s Halloween Party 

It wasn't really Halloween, but three days after. Being heroes, you are all used to it. Drinking holidays always bring out a villain streak in a lot of people so most of your gatherings end up on off days. After the long week, it was nice to have a lowkey night with a few old friends.

“Okay, you're up next!” Kirishima yells across the table, knuckles deep in candy corn. 

“Alright,” you pause to consider your next words. Looking down at your four upright fingers before continuing, “never have I ever…”

You can't remember what your actual words were. Whatever you said, it was boring. A few people groan around the circle, fingers dropping, then it's Sero’s turn. And he was determined to spice it back up again. 

“Never have I ever,” he starts with a twisted smile, “eaten ass…before breakfast.”

“Booooo,” Kaminari groans, tossing a few pieces of candy corn at him before dropping his last finger. “Okay, fine. Who's next?”

Shouto is up next. You prepared yourself for another odd one, his last turn was that he's never worn mismatched socks.

“Hey Todoroki,” chirped Mina, “quite a few fingers you're holding up there.”

He glanced down to the nine fingers still remaining before he looked at everyone else's in confusion. He was the only one in the room not down to one hand. Kaminari, Hagakure, and Shinso were all out. 

“Oh. Isn't that.. How you win?” 

“By losing at life?” Bakugo laughs. 

“There's no way you aren't lying,” Jiro adds, “wasn't Hagakure’s ‘never have I ever fucked a girl?’”

“I haven't done that with anyone,” Shouto responded. 

“There's no way,” Sero responded, “you're thirty! You've been voted the hottest hero in every girly magazine for ten years straight. I'm not buying it.”

“It's true, I really haven't,” Shouto said quite plainly, before glancing around the table again. He briefly locked eyes with you, searching for your reaction before quickly looking away. A blush crept up on his cheeks. 

Up to that moment, it had never occurred to him to be self conscious about his lack of sexual experience (or about anything, really.) But that night, with all of your eyes staring, he started to think maybe something was wrong with him. 

3 Weeks Ago: Mina & Kirishima’s Kitchen

“Here’s to comfort,” you read. 

“Ooh that's always a fun one!” Mina exclaimed, grabbing the blue stick out of your hand. “I'll pass that along to your Secret Santa!”

Every year since graduating from UA, your friends group has organized a gift giving game. It had now become some convoluted version of Secret Santa that started relatively normal but gained extra steps and rules along the way. At some point, popsicle sticks in a jar with phrases on the bottom of each were added to give your gifter a theme to stick to. Partially for fun, mostly because a few of your former classmates struggled without a prompt. 

“Ooooh, and guess what Todoroki got!” Mina fished through the jar for a green popsicle stick before holding it up, “‘a new experience!’ You can help him with that, riiiight?”

“Oh come on,” you dismiss, “he's cute but he’s clearly not interested in that sort of thing.”

“That's not what he said last week,” Mina winked at you. You look to Jiro for some confirmation.

“In more or less words, yeah.” 

“And that means…” you ask.

“I said ‘ooh sounds like someone’s getting a blowjob from Santa this year!’” Mina began laughing too hard to keep talking. Jiro continued, “we had to explain that no, we do not actually mean Santa. It was a whole thing, but in the end he said it’s something he’d been ‘thinking about a lot lately.’”

Kaminari chimed in, “and he’s had a crush on you for ages! I think you should do it, even if you don’t get him for Secret Santa.”

“Of course [y/n] will get him, we'll rig it. Like we do every year,” Mina flicked her eyebrows up at you. 

“Wait, what??” Kaminari exclaimed, dropping his beer. 

“You didn't know that?” Jiro asked, while throwing a towel at him. “You've been at the planning meetings, how could you not know that?”

“Okay, okay, you can explain it to him later. But now, let's get back to what's important.”

She moved into your space with intensity until her pink nose was nearly touching yours. Without breaking eye contact she asked:

“will you do it, [y/n]?” 

Current Date: Kaminari’s Holiday Party

“Okay, everyone remember. There are five hours left of today!” Mina announces, “I repeat, 5 hours! If you do not give your Secret Santa gift in this time, you will owe them lunch for a week!”

Secretly, nearly everyone hoped to get Bakugo for this reason - he’s an amazing cook and hates the game. Guaranteed lunch for a week. 

Maybe you got him this year, your gifter still hasn’t done anything. You haven’t either though.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s just… awkward. 

Plus, the opportunity hadn’t come up. You were only alone with Shouto twice in the past few weeks. Once, you were both called to an emergency and went home covered in ash and blood. The other time, you were trying to work up the courage to bring it up when Denki showed up at your door to use the bathroom after bursting a pipe in his (the joys of living two doors away from him.) After that, he was out of town for a week. Then he was jetlagged. This is your first time seeing him since then. He looks well rested, at least. 

Four hours pass by quickly. 

You need to find a way to draw him out but every time you’ve tried, he’s been busy. First with distributing the handmade soba bowls and chopsticks he’s gifting everyone. Now he’s playing a card game with Sero and Kirishima. You’d been following him around all night, looking for your opening to no avail. Maybe it’s the constant glancing or the way you’re tapping your foot, but his two opponents have taken notice of your predicament.  

“Heyy,” a drunk Kirishima throws an arm over Shouto’s shoulders, “it would be super manly if you helped [y/n] with their Christmas tree. It’s been propped up in the corner for days. Driving me crazy.” He winks at you.

“Yeah,” Shouto replies calmly, “I can do that. Right now?”

Thank you Kiri!

“Yeah,” Kirishima gives his shoulder a squeeze before letting him go, “better get to it before we forget again.”

“But I won’t for-” you grab his arm, immediately dragging him out the door and down the hallway towards your apartment. 

Fortunately, your place looks nice right now. You'd decorated, initially planning to host the party. However, your friends stepped in and made the decision to give you space for Shouto's gift. Plus, moving supplies to Denki's apartment took them all of five minutes. 

“This must be important to you, I’m happy to help,” Todoroki says while you push the door open to a perfectly upright and decorated Christmas tree. Considering that the glowing bulbs reflecting off the shiny ornaments are the only light source in the room, it certainly draws the attention. 

“Huh? Oh, right…” you really hoped he saw through the excuse, but this couldn’t have been that easy. He glances between you and the tree for a moment. 

“You don’t actually need help with this, do you?” he tentatively asks. 

“No, Shouto. I don’t need help with the tree. I…” you pause, considering your next words. You try to sound collected but they all come spilling out at once. “I’ve been trying to get you alone because I got you for secret santa.”

“Oh,” the previous conversation with Mina and Jiro comes flooding back to him, “oh.” 

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, very okay. Before I presume too much, do you mind telling me what the gift is?”

“It's…a new experience for you.”

He seems to like your confidence, that you're more experienced than him. When you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him further into the room, he follows eagerly. Dropping to sit across from you on the rug in the middle of your floor, the lights catch his face perfectly. You'd never realized how beautiful his eyes are up close. 

Leaning in, you press your lips into his.

You know it's not his first kiss. In varying years, a few of your friends have bragged about kissing him at midnight on New Years. But you know he's never kissed anyone like this before. Your hands are buried in his two toned hair, pressing him to the floor as you climb on top. He groans into your mouth, his head tipping up to you as his lips chase more closeness with yours. Your tongue slides over his, deepening the kiss. 

You take off his sweater, then the shirt underneath. Dragging your fingers over his bare chest.

Hips pressing into his while you straddle him. Dragging yourself over the hard bulge forming in his pants. The heat builds in your gut. It's time to take things further. 

Reluctantly, you pull your lips away from his. Crawling backwards down his body. At some point, while your face hovers above his belt, you have a realization. 

“You want this, right?” you ask, staring up into his heterochromatic eyes. Knowing that Shouto Todoroki would easily get himself into a situation like this without meaning to, it felt important to ask. 

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” you pull his underwear down with the pants as he tips his hips up to help you slide them off. 

And… wow.

Sure, it's not the most massive dick in the world but definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. His pale leaky tip begging to be put in your mouth. He twitches at the feeling of your warm breath as you move closer, finally making contact when you lick the vein up his length. 

As soon as you touch him, he crumples under you like tissue paper. He exhales like he’s never relaxed so much in his life. Maybe he hasn’t.

You wrap your lips around his tip and press your tongue onto his shaft. Using your hands to make up for the areas your mouth can’t reach. As your head dips up and down, working up a good amount of spit and precum, his moaning increases. Soon, he’s jutting his hips up towards you. His hand gripping your hair harder.

You know he could cum right now if you let him, but you have more ideas tonight.

Pulling your lips away with a pop, you sit back up. He watches as you move over him, still working to steady his breath. This is a lot more than he really expected to happen tonight but he’s loving every minute of it.

Taking off the amount of clothes you need to, you laugh slightly at how clothed you still are in comparison to him. He’s down to just his socks. 

“You can take your socks off, you know.” 

He does, quickly. Now you have him completely naked under you.

Straddling his lap, you line him up with your entrance pulling your underwear to the side.

When you sink down onto his tip, you feel his girth immediately. Making it what you’d assume is about halfway down, you slide back up. Continuing to envelop him in small increments. You want so badly to maintain the image he has of you being cool and experienced but the stretch of taking all of him is becoming more of a task than you anticipated.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, you’re doing great. It’s just…you’re kind of big.”

“Oh. I'm sorry if my penis isn't ideal.”

You could laugh. Seriously. The amount of guys who would be massively jealous and he has no fucking idea. 

“No, it's definitely not that. You have nothing to worry about; it'll just take a bit to get used to.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better for you? I know you’re doing this for me, but I'd like to make you feel good too.”

“Yeah, you could use your fingers?”

One issue - you forgot his fingers are massive as well.

“Is this okay?” he asks, slowly inching his middle finger in after you showed him how. 

“Yeah, just.. A little faster now.”

Eventually, he gets the hang of it. Earning a huge gush of cum from you, leaving his fingers sticky. His hand lingers for a moment while you come down. You’re still gripping his shoulders and breathing hard into his chest. Finally, you look up at him.

You haven’t seen him look this proud of himself in a long time.

“Does this mean we can try again?” he asks, “if you’re finished after that I can respect that as well.” 

“Yeah, we can definitely keep going,” you smile, shoving him onto his back again. You begin removing more clothes, starting with your now damp undergarments. 

This time, when you line yourself up you slide a little easier onto him. Still not quite fitting the whole thing but the stretch is much less now. 

Your elbows drop by his head, caging him to the ground under you. He brings his warm (and cold) hands to your hips, enjoying the way your skin moves against his fingers as you bounce up and down on him. The sound of your combined breathing fills your living room, nearly echoing from the corners. Holiday lights still illuminating his face while he stares up at you in amazement.

Why didn’t you do this sooner?

You continue riding his dick until the tension in your gut builds. Soon you’re clenching around him while holding onto his shoulders for support again. Your bounce slows to a grind while you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“Shouto,” you moan into his ear.

He groans and turns his head to kiss you.

“Can I..” he asks, sitting the two of you up while he holds you against his chest.

“Uh huh,” you nod and he has you on your back. Hips rutting between your legs that are now wrapped around his back.

Within the minute, it’s his turn. 

“I’m about to cum,” he moans, “is it okay if I-”

“Yeah, please cum,” you whisper.

Immediately, he whimpers - pulling you closer while he gushes inside of you.

"I've wanted to do that for years," he murmurs.

You move the hair out of each other’s eyes while you catch your breath. Eventually making your way off the living room floor.

While you’re getting cleaned up, he excuses himself briefly. Saying he needed to grab something from his car. You figure it’s toiletries or something and carry on.

A few minutes later, as you’re coming out of the bathroom freshly changed into comfortable clothes as he re-enters your front door. In his arms is a massive fluffy blanket, which he promptly wraps around you then leads you to your couch. 

“I’m your secret santa this year. I was waiting until after midnight to give you your gift, I wanted the excuse to take you out to lunch for a week,” he says while wrapping his arms around you, warming you further. “There's a new soba place I'd like to try, but I'm open to your suggestions as well.”

Down the hall, your friends were all guessing when they’d see you next. Some saying that one or both of you would come running back within the hour. Much to the delight of Mina, Jiro, Kaminari, and Kirishima - they guessed right. No one saw the two of you until you emerged from your apartment the next morning.

m.list

Okay, this whole thing was admittedly written after reading chapter 431 with izuchako becoming a thing and Jiro/Denki’s friendship deepening while Shouto just doubles down hard on soba. Something about that plus his absolute obliviousness is hilarious to me but I mostly write smut so it led to this weird awkward thing. Thanks for reading!

[littleslaywrites]

i saw mommy kissing santa claus | aaron hotchner x reader

summary: you set up the house on christmas eve with aaron after jack has gone to bed

word count: 0.8k

cw: fluff, implication that santa isn’t real

The radio was quietly playing Christmas songs, low enough to not wake Jack, but turned up so you didn’t drift off to sleep. It was Christmas Eve, and Aaron and you were staying up to get the place ready for tomorrow morning.

You’d moved in during January, the lease on your old apartment ending with the new year. Even though you had been dating Aaron for a few years, you were hesitant to take the step into his home. However, Jack had asked you one day if you’d ever have a “forever sleepover”, and it was enough to convince Aaron to ask you to move in.

The two of you had celebrated Christmases in the past, but you’d always shown up in the morning. Aaron had prepared alone in the past, but now you were there to make the house suitable for tomorrow morning.

“I’ll get the gifts from the closet,” Aaron says, disappearing into your room. You transfer the ham for tomorrow’s dinner into the fridge to let it thaw as he places the gifts from “Santa” under the tree. You join him, arranging the presents into an organized pile. 

Aaron and you had spent hours shopping, trying to find the perfect gifts for Jack. It was difficult, as it required finding time where the two of you were free and someone could watch Jack. You ended up exchanging with JJ, watching Henry as she shopped, and her watching Jack as you shopped. The two kids loved this arrangement, convinced you were doing boring adult errands while away.

The number one gift on Jack’s wishlist had been Star Wars lego sets. Aaron was happy to get them, knowing the two of them would make them together. 

Placing the final presents under the tree, you glance at Aaron, on his knees below the pine. There’s a feeling brought by the quiet of the night, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights, the quiet hum of the radio, that makes everything feel a little more magical. 

“I can’t wait for Jack to open these tomorrow morning,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I might be more excited for Christmas than he is.”

Aaron laughs at this. He’s seen over the past few months how much you love Christmas. Of course, he’d seen your own apartment decorated in past years, but now that you’d moved in, he fully understood your passion for the holiday. You’d added a festive touch that Aaron never had time for, taking Jack shopping for lights and decorations. He’d appreciated it, smiling every time he came back from a case to the decor. 

You glance over at the tree. "I hope Jack will appreciate the effort we put in, even if he thinks it’s Santa’s work."

Aaron smiles, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "He already knows. He sees how much you care about making this special for him."

You feel your heart swell with love, forgetting about all the stress the holiday season brings for a moment. Moments like this were what Christmas was about, the love and happiness your household brought you. 

Aaron takes your hand, the two of you standing. You walk over to the plate of cookies that Jack had left out for Santa. “Shall we?” Aaron asks, handing you one.

“We shall,” you say, dipping the cookie in the milk beside the plate. You thank whoever first came up with the idea of making cookies for Santa, the two of you taking a singular bite out of each one.

You turn off the radio as Aaron goes to the closet, pulling out a pair of his boots. He brings them over to the sink in the kitchen, spraying some water on the bottom. You pour some flour on a plate, and press the boots down into it. Aaron goes over to the fireplace, placing the boots down to create the illusion of snow prints from Santa leading to the tree. 

“Do you think he’ll be convinced?” he says when he’s satisfied with the tracks.

“I’m sure he will,” you say, walking over to him after you’ve rinsed off the plate and put it in the dishwasher. “You’re the handsomest Santa I’ve ever seen.” 

He laughs at your flirtation, placing a hand on the small of your back. "If anyone’s kissing Santa Claus, I think it might be you."

You giggle, and he pulls you close into a deep kiss. When you pull away, you look into his eyes, mesmerized by the way they twinkle as he looks at you. You savor the warmth of the season as his arms are wrapped around you. 

Tomorrow would be chaotic, Jack’s energy increased due to the excitement of the day. So you made sure to savor Aaron’s quiet affection, meditating in the quiet that was only broken up by the crackling fire. 

“I’m glad you were here to help me this year,” he says. You hum, still worried about your conversation waking Jack up. You don’t need words for Aaron to feel the love you bring into his home. 

“Let’s get to bed,” you whisper. He obliges, turning off the lights, smiling as he gives your handiwork one last look.

author's note: happy christmas eve! i've had a lot of fun writing the xmas event so everyone send me cm requests pls and thanks. also I will say I'm not feeling too festive bc I have been thinking of transferring for a while and now that I'm home I'm highkey considering it. this is bc I spent app season during my senior year thinking I was gonna do theater and then changed my mind and canceled all my callbacks in January after all the rest of the app windows closed and I got stuck with the three options that allowed me to switch app majors in march and now im at a school that doesn't really match my focus on academics but whatever. anyway if you have cm fic ideas TELL ME I will write it

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Update: It went well! I said things that I have not said in stand-up before, and people laughed at it! That was a big barrier for me. When I first tried stand-up a year ago, I told one story across the whole six minutes and people actually laughed at it, so every time I performed after that, I thought, I know people will laugh if I tell that one story. But if I try something else, it might be terrible. So I just kept refining that one story. Cutting it down to pull the punchlines closer together, adding new jokes to replace the previous filler. I think that story has now turned into a pretty strong and tight six minutes (as opposed to how it started, which had to be padded a lot to be able to do a whole six-minute set with only one story).

I had exactly one other bit that I did a few times last year, and worked well the first time and then badly but then well again. And I added some stuff to that too. But I just tacked it on before jumping into my original story.

Two nights ago (when I wrote this post) was the first time I performed without telling any of that original story. Which is why I was freaking out in the bathroom beforehand, thinking that I'm not sure I'm able to actually write funny stuff, maybe I just happened to hit on one funny story and that's it, I'll try this other thing and confirm that women are not, in fact, funny.

Weirdly, I'm more self-conscious about the other comedians than the audience. I want the audience to find me funny, but if they don't, it's not the end of the world since I won't see them again. What I'm really scared of is the comedians at the back of the room, who will hear me try this, and I don't want them to think, "Wow, how could she have been so stupid as to think that could possibly be funny?" And then never book me for a show again.

But that did not happen! The audience liked it! I did one completely new thing that lasted about 4 minutes, and then found a quite smooth way to transition into that "second bit" that I'd done before, and it worked again. But the new story worked too! I now have a third bit! A year and a half after I first performed comedy (though I've been very off and on with it so I've not actually performed many times), I have finally gotten myself a third bit. It's extremely slow progress. But I think at this point, I could probably fill a fifteen-minute set without much filler. I haven't - I did six minutes the other night, and the longest set I've ever done is seven minutes. But for the first time, I feel like I could do over ten and not run out of stuff to say.

It also felt like a bit of a breakthrough, getting the idea that new things I try will not always fall completely flat, and making me feel more confident about the idea that next time I get to perform, I want to try a couple of other new ideas that I've been thinking about for a while. I'm excited about this. I've got the rest of my life - job, living situation - relatively stable, and I can try other things. Also the two guys who run that night are really nice and told me that I should request spots there more often. Then the next night (last night) I went out to a different local comedy night, just to watch, it was actually a lot of fun and several of the comics told me they liked my stuff and I'm excited about it.

Anyway. Things are good right now. I'm off work for the school holidays, which means I have two weeks of freedom and also a third stand-up routine. It's a good day.

Fun fact about being the only woman on a comedy bill: if you're nervous before your set, you can pace in the women's bathroom and know that no one will come in there.

Source: Am posting this from a comedy venue's women's bathroom. If I die tonight, it will confirm the views of any audience member who thinks women aren't funny.

[mac-lilly]

JATP fic ideas that live rent-free in my head

A compilation post to keep track of all the jatp stories that I will never write ...

Stuff I've actually written

Juke:

Juke Kitchen

Alone Together

Strumming the Soul

Beautiful

Heartbeat

Willex:

Hotdog and Cold dog

Cross my heart and hope to die (again)

A night to remember:

Just one more night (Luke)

Tomorrow (Reggie)

Ghostwriter:

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Hamster!Luke

Doodle

Canon-Compliant (kinda)

The inevitabilities of (after)life

(Boys coming back to life but without memories - Juke)

After their performance at The Orpheum, the guys suddenly start seeing a magical light, and they figure it's time to cross over. Before they leave, however, Julie and Luke accidentally seal a magical pact with unfathomable consequences. (And they kiss.) And then the boys are gone.

However, a year later, just after coming to terms with the guys' departure, Julie's world is turned upside-down (again) when a very alive Luke suddenly reenters her life. And it's not just him -- Alex and Reggie are back too. But to Julie's horror and agony, all three have lost their memories. (And not just them. With the exception of Bobby, nobody remembers them.)

And so, Julie has to make a decision: Fight to unseal their memories or let them live their new-found lives without her?

It's an easy choice, really. Plus, she has to make her resurrected Phantoms stay alive. Because there's a series of uncanny and nearly fatal accidents that always involve her boys and, weirdly, Nick.

(There are 1.75 chapters of this on my PC.)

Ghost license

(inspired by the movie "Hui Buh" - no focus on romance)

The boys get tasked to obtain a ghost license for the Molina house. Otherwise, they have to leave the place and become wayward ghosts (and have to return to Caleb.) And thus, the Phantoms are forced to attend a school for ghosts -- exams included.

Random character stuff:

Julie's doodling

Luke's room

AUs

Songwriting Journal of Fate

(A Kimi no Na Wa AU - Juke)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Show me how to be whole again

An arranged marriage/enemies-to-reluctant-allies-to-friends-to-lovers Juke AU

Plot

BAM! I'm actually writing this one.

AO3 Link

Image Board

Sweet Home Alabama AU

Yet another enemies-to-friends-to-almost-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends&lovers Juke AU.

Teaser

First & Last Scene

"Life with Derek"-inspired AU

Teaser/Prologue

Rivers of London AU

Julie, a witch in training, and Luke, a ghost

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Phantom Thieves

(A Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne AU (without the religious stuff) - Juke)

Julie makes a deal with Caleb: She helps him collect/steal possessed artifacts, and in exchange, he'll grant her a chance to talk to her mom again.

At first, it goes pretty well. She steals the objects and hands them over to Caleb. But soon, she gets a rival. Another thief shows up, who is way too cheeky and attractive, and he starts snatching those items Julie is supposed to steal from under her nose. Julie is not amused by his attitude, and Caleb tells her that he probably wants to use these magical items for evil.

At the same time, Julie makes acquaintance with three guys who just transferred to her school, and she may or may not develop a crush on one of them. (And Julie can't help but see certain similarities between Luke and her new-found thievish rival ... but surely that's just a coincidence, right?)

Mind the Gap

(A Neverwhere AU - Willex & (minor) Juke)

Alex lives a pretty normal life. Sure, after he came out to his parents, he's become an outcast. But he's willing to put up with this shit anyway. (What are the alternatives?)

Then he encounters Willie, an extremely weird but also handsome guy who tells him that he is being hunted. Confused, Alex helps him hide. The next day, Willie is gone, and suddenly his life seems to vanish. His parents, his peers -- everyone seems to forget that he exists.

Determined to set things right, Alex sets out to find Willie, hoping that he (or the person he's running away from) has the power to give him his life back. He enters the World Below -- the place where all the people who've all fallen through the cracks stand. However, as he keeps gathering a group of unlikely and way too cheerful acquaintances who quickly become his friends (and more), he starts questioning his desire to return to the normal world.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.

The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.

"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."

And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.

Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.

That person was a child.

I was a child.

It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.

I'm not ashamed.

I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.

I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.

If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.

[4linos]

home for the holidays.

bang chan x gn!reader

synopsis: it has always been difficult to celebrate christmas when you live far from your family. this year, however, chan surprises you with an unforgettable and heartwarming present that will make this christmas one you will always treasure.

wc: 815

part 6/8 holiday series. 🎄

You'd lived in your new city for years, and while you enjoyed your life with Chan and everything you'd built, there was always a subtle longing for your family back home.

The holidays, particularly Christmas, were the most challenging. The distance made it difficult to visit frequently, and while video conversations and messages were helpful, they weren't quite the same as being with them in person.

However, this year's Christmas felt different. Chan had been hinting at a big surprise for weeks, which had kept him both excited and secretive. He repeated it every chance he got, with a smile so wide that you couldn't help but share his excitement, even if you had no idea what he had planned. His enthusiasm was infectious, but you still didn’t know exactly what to expect.

Christmas morning arrived, and after a morning of gift exchanges and laughs with a cup of coffee, Chan brought you to the living room, where you sat on the couch with him in front of you. "Close your eyes," he instructed. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement in your chest, as if this was the moment you'd finally find out what he'd been talking about all month.

You waited with your eyes closed, the anticipation building, until you heard your parents' familiar voices. Your heart stopped for a second, and you quickly opened your eyes to see both of your parents standing in front of you with beaming smiles and arms wide open. They were here. In your home. Your family, who you hadn't seen in years, stood there in front of you. The shock of it all overwhelmed you, and you were unable to speak for a brief moment. Your hands shook somewhat as you gazed between them and Chan. "Chan... You—" You attempted to find the words, but your emotions had already taken over.

Chan smiled warmly and stepped forward to take you into an embrace, his arms warm around you. "I thought you deserved to have them here for Christmas," he added quietly, stroking a strand of hair away from your face. "I couldn't let another Christmas go by without you being with your family." Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at your parents, who were still standing there, astonished by your emotional outburst. They stepped forward, hugging you tightly, and you clung to them as if you couldn't believe they were real and that they were actually here.

After the shock settled, you all gathered around the table for breakfast. The whole time, your parents kept mentioning how this was all Chan’s idea. Your mom couldn’t stop talking about how thoughtful and generous he had been, always making sure they didn’t have to pay for their flights, insisting on taking care of everything.

“He wouldn’t let us pay for a single thing,” your mom said, eyes sparkling as she looked at Chan. “He wanted to make sure we could all be here with you. You’re lucky to have him.”

Your dad chuckled, nodding in agreement. "He's absolutely a keeper, honey. "You got yourself a good one." Your heart swelled as you gazed at Chan, who appeared humbled by their praise. He smiled at you, his palm softly resting on yours, and you felt overwhelmed with love and appreciation for everything he had done for you. You had known how wonderful he was before, but now you could see just how deeply he cared for you and your family, going out of his way to make this Christmas perfect. It wasn't only the great gesture of flying your parents out, but the attention to detail that made it so meaningful.

"I'm so thankful for you," you said to Chan, leaning in to tenderly kiss his cheek. He smiled and grasped your hand. "I'm just happy to see you happy."

As you spent the day laughing, eating, and reminiscing with your family, you couldn't help but reflect on how much your life had changed in the best way. Christmas, previously melancholy due to your distance from your family, had become a reminder of all the love in your life both from those close and far, and especially from the guy who had made it all possible.

Later, as you and Chan sat on the couch together, watching your parents happily converse in the next room, you looked to him with an appreciative smile. "You've given me everything I could ask for Christmas this year. Thank you for making this so wonderful."

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. “You don’t need to thank me. Seeing you so happy is the best gift I could ask for.”

And with that, you knew that no matter what the future held, this Christmas would be one to remember forever as a perfect moment in time, filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of family.

[ittybittybumblebee]

unspoken dispute to settle

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: After getting badly injured, Ingo isn't sure where he keeps waking up. But there is always someone he doesn't recognize, but knows he loves with him. Emmet is equal parts happy and stressed over Ingo's return home.

I'm finally getting this up before I forget again

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[buttercupshands]

Thinking about what happened in the summer

Kids are... Really different when it comes to spending three weeks without their parents

Some start crying near the end of first day

Some start crying after couple of days

And some don't show anything while feeling the same

And being... I think English has a good word for that, let's go with a teacher but mix it with caretaker a little bit

I think seeing a kid cry at the end of that first day finally short circuited my brain, teens are way harder to understand that pre-teens who are literally still kids

They come around after a week, settle down and find new friends and your job stays the same mostly to be the one controlling their behavior

And then you'd have a kid crying again, because they miss home and the only thing you can really do is comfort them that they're not stuck here forever and that time flows so fast they won't notice it

And maybe they didn't. Time really did flew and they were leaving

Parents visited kids sometimes, of course, and it was so scary at first but they were mostly friendly and nice

Maybe because of that group chat that let them see that their kids are fine and are having fun

In the end for kids it was painful at first, but fun in the end. I got hugged more times than I could count when they were all leaving

And then poof

Back to your own life you go, like nothing happened

[quarterlifekitty]

Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).

The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.

“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”

You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.

“She says thanks.”

“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.

This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.

“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.