#only took till night 4 and they were sleeping in the same bed

[orangehalfpeeled]

watched the hideduo stardew valley vod..

[angelismmm]

𝄞 — thoma (gn reader) — ❝ i'll treat you like royalty ❞

summary: single, hardworking, thoma whose a father of a cute little girl you just happen to babysit! he ends up falling for you, finally seeing how much you care for his daughter, and his wellbeing, but he starts to have certain "dreams" about you at the same time that he wants to make reality.

a/n: d-d-d-dilf thoma... just hear me out okay... i seen so many headcannons for thoma as a father, anyways d/n is daughter name!! edit: i accidently deleted my progress again while playing valorant ❤️

warnings: nsfw, slight and i mean the slightest amount of dacryphilia if u squint hard enough, thoma 😍😍, dom!thoma, sub!reader, masturbation, idk sex??

dilf!thoma is overloaded with work at the office he works at, so he hired you! to take care of his daughter. only being able to come back late at night, he does miss his father-daughter bonding time with her :(

thoma comes hope to a sleeping child and a dozed off you too! coming over almost everyday to take care of such a little gremlin does tire you out </3 he takes (d/n) to bed, and you to sleep on the couch beside his bed, he'd be a monster to let you sleep outside!

now that you and him have talked a little more, getting to know each other, what's going at home, etc. he feels a bit closer everytime you come over, and when you talk to him. feels like home, yk?

thoma felt like he started to gain feelings for you, and not just a "that's a good person" feeling, but romantic. you made him feel like he finally had a place in this world. so much so, he started having dreams about you

those empty, sleepless nights, his mind will find a way to always wander back to you. you definitely would make a splendid partner, you're a great babysitter to (d/n), you were perfect. whenever you say his name, it does something to him

on those nights where you sleep over at his home after a long day of taking care of (d/n), of course you take the couch in thoma's room. while you sleep, thoma has an impossible time trying to doze off. the only thing on his mind is you, but not in a fluffy way.

the many wet dreams he's had of you bouncing on his cock, sucking him off from underneath his desk at the office, anything really, throughout the 4 weeks you took care of (d/n) made him crazy. crazy for your scent, your everything.

thoma tries his best to be quiet while you sleep, but it felt so good and to imagine you being pounded endlessly by him, and full of his seed. finally with one more pish he came, it'll be hard trying to cover it up if you ever questioned the stains.

sunshine finally pouring down, and out of the windows, you woke up and made breakfast before setting off, saying goodbye to (d/n) and thoma once again. since today was thoma's day off, finally finishing all the paperwork assigned last night. he couldn't think about anything but you.

the next day or so you came over to babysit again, till thoma told you it's also his day off. "oh, so is this where i stop babysitting the gremlin or?" you asked while (d/n) rested in your arms leaning her head on your shoulder. "that isn't what im implying— i mean yes continue to donyour job, i'll just also be home this time." he pats your shoulder and goes back inside. "follow dad!!" (d/n) says almost jumping out of your arms.

"also, i'd like to thank you for taking care of my dear daughter. it.. it means a ton to me and her." he adds, (d/n) jumping out of your hands to run around again. fast forward to dinner time, thoma was finishing up the food he cooked, as a thanks to you for being able to babysit.

afterwards reading a book to put (d/n) to sleep, you go back to thoma's room to get ready too. suddenly thoma grabs you by the waist from behind. "i— i wanted to thank you in another way. so please let me treat you like royalty just this once." he says giving you no chance to reply he starts sucking on your neck, making you whimper. finally facing you towards his face to get a better angle to bite your neck at.

once thoma finished sucking on your neck, he starts a long-lasting kiss, pushing you onto the bed with a desperate attempt to strip your clothes from you. (which um suceeds) "have i ever told you i love you?" thoma says deeply inhaling your scent, getting into the moment, "your crush on me was a bit obvious on me before this happened" kissing his forehead.

fast forward a bit, being pushed up against the wall and thoma's dick inside you thrusting fastly. holding you by your waist, cresent-like marks imprinted on your skin for how rough his pace was. completely unaware of yourself moaning his name so sweetly, the only words pouring out of your mouth being faster and pleads. round after round after round, you both finally gave it a rest.

"i love you so much" thoma added with doe eyes as if everything you both did just now didn't happen. "m-me too.." you said as he carried you to the bath. cleaned you up and u cuddled all night (which wasn't really all night, more like the rest of the morning)

anywaysr I just wanted to get this draft out as fast as possible but got carried away, capitano childe 3some next 😓😓

[lyrakanefanatic]

i just wanted to share with you guys a lyra and grayson scenario (that involves the leather pants karaoke video getting leaked 🫣) that NEEDS to happen in the grandest game 💀

lyra, whose a contestant in the game, stays up really late at night to search for clues, and gets back to her room at 4 am. she’s so tired that she doesnt even see the texts on the “contestants gc” (yes, one of the contestants made a gc with all of them in it) and goes right to bed. in the morning, after sleeping in till 9:30 by accident, she gets up and gets ready, before going downstairs. immediately she noticed that somethings different. everybody is chatting and laughing while pointing at grayson, and grayson looks incredibly annoyed. lyra, who is really confused, asks everybody what’s so funny. thea makes a face and says,

“don’t act like you hadn’t seen the texts and video from last night!” while laughing in graysons direction. Another contestant made a joke about how “tight those pants must have been”, and how funny he looked singing let it go. grayson’s jaw tightens, but lyra, who’s completely confused because she hadn’t seen the texts from last night, says to thea,

“what texts? I saw that you guys were texting, but I was in the library from 11 to 4.”. immediately the room goes silent as everybody realizes that lyra was the only one who hadn’t seen the video, and she glances to grayson for help. grayson, though, is glaring at all the contestants and his brothers hoping to convince them not to tell her. (he hasn’t admitted to anybody that he secretly likes lyra, but he was also not about to show the girl he likes a video of him singing stupid songs while shirtless, wearing tight leather pants. 💀) he threatens his brothers for a minute in Latin, before turning to lyra, saying, “it’s just a video that my brothers took of me singing karaoke” and lyra gets (SOMEHOW) convinced not to watch it. for now, at least, because that same night she texts thea for the video and immediately bursts out laughing in her bed, and was teasing grayson for it the next day 💀😭

this is kind of long but i can just see grayson threatening his brothers with every horrible thing just so lyra doesnt see THAT video of him 💀

[bunniesghost]

ღAll I Want To Hearღ

Pt.4

Simon “Ghost” Riley X Reader 

Pt.1  Pt.2  Pt.3

CW: Fluffy moments. Suggestive mentions.

Summary: 6 months since you and Simon agreed to become each other's Family. The Bond that has grown between you two is something you can’t name but it feels right. After he comes home from a mission, he tells you something that you don’t like. Things escalate from there.

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It’s been 6 Months since you and Simon became each other’s family. 

The way you two grew closer together, each day made you feel dizzy. 

He made you so happy and sometimes you couldn’t explain why.

The sadness you feel when you have to say goodbye to him, when he gets deployed.

“Do you really have to go?” You were gripped around his arm. Not letting go.

“I told you already, it’s only going to be for 2 weeks.” Simon said as he was dragging himself to the door, while you were holding on to him.

“But that’s too long! You can’t leave me here alone.” You let go of his arm and step right in front of him, blocking the door. 

“You better move, I don’t want to be late.” He picked you up and placed you to the side. 

“You better come back to me. We haven’t finished our series.” You crossed your arms and stood by the door frame as he pushed the elevator button.

“We would've been finished if you didn’t always fall asleep.”

“That’s not my fault!” 

“My bed being too comfortable isn’t an excuse.”

The elevator dinged open. 

He got in and pushed the lobby button. You waved goodbye and he nodded back.

You were going to miss your giant man.

You closed the door and walked into his room, and climbed into his bed. Ready to fall asleep.

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You honestly adore Simon. 

You love how he chose to walk life as the Ghost of Simon Riley.  

How he admits to not pushing you away immediately due to him reading you like a book and knowing that there was something going on behind closed doors, when he met you.

How he always lets you do things for him like help him put on his eye makeup, since you insisted on helping out. 

How he lets you hold onto him when watching a scary movie. Moving closer to each other.

How he lets you have your weekly movie night in his room, since you always fall asleep. You Insisted on watching in your bedroom, that way he could just go to his room, but he said he didn’t mind. 

How he always placed his blanket on you when he woke up first to go on his morning runs. Sometimes that made you wake up late, since his scent calmed you and took you deeper into sleep.

How you both go on walks in that park, at sunset. 

How he tells you that you do matter when you have nightmares from your past.

And how you repeat those same sayings when Simon has a Nightmare. 

How he holds you when you feel wide awake, too scared to fall back to sleep.

And how you do the same for him when you can tell he rather not say what he dreamt.

Becoming each other’s security.

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You hated him for leaving you.

Always wanting someone to be there with you. 

Wanting Simon to be there for you.

You fell back into that habit of going into auto pilot and skipping to the next day. Till he came back. Missing days just for him to have all your attention. 

Simon caught on to this habit, when he would ask about your day but you could not remember the details that well. Always changing the subject to ask about him.

He gave you a journal and asked you to write about your day when he was off on deployment. 

He would ask for it when he came back and you would just stare as he read through the pages.

He noticed the little doodles of you two holding hands.

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You honestly didn’t know what to call your relationship with Simon.

You knew you weren’t dating but you also didn’t know if you did like Simon like that. 

I mean, there’s many things to like about him. He was handsome, sweet and gentle. He was big and had a nice body that could crush you but, you wouldn’t mind. His eyes spoke for him, deep eyes with much emotion. And his deep voice that sounded even better when he was right next to you, near your ear.

You wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with Simon. You just didn’t know how he felt.

“You should get yourself a partner. Keep you busy and you can enjoy yourself other than a movie that shows pretend love.” Simon said to you while you were sitting on the sofa.

“What are you trying to say? That you don’t want my presence anymore?” You start getting defensive in a saddened way. Thinking whether he has had enough of you or he just felt pity that you were waiting for him like a soldier’s housewife. Waiting for the day your lover comes home from war. To you. Into your embrace. 

“No, you should just be with someone that won’t be gone for who knows how long. It’s just a suggestion to put yourself out there more, find a partner that you could grow a family with or just to be with.”

“Simon Riley, are you breaking up with me?” You said in a quiet voice. Joking around with him. 

“Wait-“

“Do you not want to be a family anymore?” You said in a dramatic voice. 

“Y/n that’s not-

“But I don’t want someone else, I want you!” You fall forwards into his chest. 

Simon is tense. And you just processed how you worded that sentence.

“Y/n..”

“Mm” you mumbled into his chest. Now scared to move.

“Do you..have feelings for me..” he spoke very clearly. Pulling you up to see your face.

You were shocked. And felt unsure. 

“I…don’t know.” You told him truthfully 

“I mean I’ve thought about us and having an actual family but..um..”

You didn’t know what to expect him to say. You just told him that you fantasized about having kids with him. Something you knew you wanted, but does he want kids? Especially with you?

Now Simon shared the expression that you had when he asked if you had feelings for him.

You felt scared. Something you haven’t felt in a while. Would he yell at you? Belittle you? Laugh at you? Kick you out? Tell you nobody will love you? 

You started to get up because you felt like it was too much. You did nothing wrong but you felt like you did. 

He grabbed your wrist but didn’t look at him. 

“Y/n look at me.” 

You didn’t. Tears resting on your eyes, bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to let out a sob. Quiet whimpers leaving your throat. 

“I’m not going to hurt you. Just. look. at. me.” Simon never raised his voice. Always keeping it at a normal level.

You turned your head and made eye contact. He slowly raised his hands up to your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

“Do you want to have a family together? You and me?”

Your eyes went wide. Tears spilled out, a small gasp coming out of your open mouth.

“You tell me the word and I promise to take care of you both.”

“Si-“

“A Yes or a no, that’s all I want to hear.” A stronger voice came out. A voice he uses for demands, when he’s a lieutenant.

You just stare at him. Into his eyes. Those eyes of his that are filled with darkness. Ones that you feel will get you lost and you won’t find a way out.

“Yes”

That’s all he needed to hear. He picked you up from the ground and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

He wiped a tear that had fallen onto your cheek when he placed you on the bed. 

The emotions that you felt came crashing. Now you know what you felt for him.

 It was actual Love

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[ncityprincess]

drunken cuddles

let’s consider this part 4 of the johnny x oc series. here’s a fluffy drabble where big drunken koala johnny acts extra clingy with his wife.

MDNI

part three

it was 1:27 am when johnny stumbled into the quiet house. he toed his shoes off and hung his jacket up in the coat closet as quietly as he could.

he had just gotten back from his friend yuta’s bachelor party. he still had the same group of friends since college, and he knew he couldn’t miss his best friend’s last party before he tied the knot.

johnny hadn’t gone out much since you had the babies. he didn’t want to leave you home alone with three kids. he knew you would be able to hold your own, but you and him had decided to let the twins develop more before going out with friends. it had been about 7 months since your twins eli and ryan were born. they were already used to their sleep and feeding schedules, so you felt comfortable with johnny going out to celebrate his friend’s marriage.

johnny entered the living room and let out a startled sound when he saw you sitting on the couch wide awake and scrolling on your phone.

“babyyyyy, you didn’t have to wait up for me” johnny whined. he made his way over to you and laid his full weight on top of your body, causing you to giggle.

“it’s ok, i just wanted to make sure you got in safely. how was the party?” you asked as you stroked his hair. he loved when you did that.

johnny’s hazy, honey colored eyed stared into yours. he looked so handsome even with this drunken glow that was evident on his face. “i had a blast honey. yuta took so many shots, i lost count. taeyong and jungwoo had to tap out after two drinks. we sang sooooo many karaoke songs. but i have to admit, i couldn’t stop thinking about my precious babies. i missed you so much” johnny ended his slurred ramble with a warm, open mouth kiss on your forehead.

you patted johnny’s head, chuckling softly. “it’s only been what, 5 hours since you left? i got you sprung that bad huh” you teased.

“you know it baby” johnny said with a drunken smirk.

you patted his back, signaling him to get off of you. “alright lover boy, let’s get you ready for bed”

“okay mama” johnny rolled off of you onto the floor. he resembled an inebriated sloth, the way he made his way towards the staircase.

you grabbed the water bottle you saved for when he returned home and followed behind your husband, poking him on the butt. he turned his head around and gave you a suggestive smirk. “keep it moving” you whispered.

the both of you made it to the top of the stairs where you and your children’s bedrooms were. johnny made a pit stop at hazel’s room and gently pushed the door open. he quietly made his way over to where his daughter was sleeping in her bed and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “goodnight, hazie. daddy loves you so much.”

you smiled at the cute scene in front of you and made your way to your shared bedroom. you had left out some clean clothes for johnny to change into.

after checking on his sons and saying goodnight to them too, johnny entered your bedroom, closing the door behind him. “i love you so much honey. i feel so lucky to have you.”

your man’s sudden sweet words made you blush. “aww, i love you more john. you’re so cute right now” you gushed. “come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

johnny nodded and went into the en suite bathroom to do his night time routine. once he came out of the bathroom you called him over to you and began to strip him of his clothes. you lifted his shirt over his head, undid his belt and his pants, and put him in a fresh pair of boxers. all the while you felt your husband giving you that signature stare. johnny always had a way of looking at you like you were the only girl in the world. it still made you blush till this day.

“stop looking at me like that” you said shyly.

“looking at you like what?”

“like you hold the whole world in your eyes”

johnny smiled sweetly down at you. “well i’m looking at you, and you are my whole world sooooo.”

you reached up on your tippy toes and ruffled his hair.

“even after all these years you’re still so impossible, johnny suh.”

“you know you love it” johnny teased smugly.

“here, drink some of this water before you go to bed. i’ll be right back” you said as you made your way to the bathroom.

“hurry up mama, i want to be the little spoon” you giggled at your big baby of a husband. he always got so clingy with you when he was drunk. you absolutely loved it.

“sure honey, give me one sec”

you came back from the bathroom and saw your husband passed out, snoring softly. you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head.

you climbed into your bed behind him and snuggled yourself into his back, draping your leg over his body. oh how you loved nothing more than snuggling up to your cozy “little” koala.

the end💋

[blankwashed]

Sleepless Shadows (Part 4)

Chapters: I II III IV V

Recap:

"I know, I know I just thought this night was going to be perfect, you know? Just me and you and-" He stops himself from continuing as he worries that he might scare you off.

Shucks, you were blushing. It was a chilly night, no doubt but you just felt that it was summer on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I should've known better and as your lecturer this mistake is very unacceptable for me to make," Satoru looks down at his feet while talking to you, as if he's a teenager again which you find quite cute.

"No big deal, sir. Anyways, I noticed that there's a motel nearby while we were driving here. We can sleep there for tonight, what do you think about that?" You adjusted your eyes onto his, making sure he's not sad anymore.

It took Satoru some time till he answered you.

"Sure, let's go get a room."

As Satoru reaches the motel on foot, he looks emotionally drained and with his shoulders down. He approaches the front desk of Hampton Motel.

"Hey there, can I have a room for two people with separate beds?" Satoru asks help from the hotel's front desk agent. He heaves a heavy breath, clearly tired and disappointed at his silly mistake of leaving his keys in his car.

The woman behind the desk smiles at him and says, "Sure, I'll try to find if there are any more rooms available. Today is a strange night, so many rooms have been booked..". Her mouse scrolls through the few rooms that they have in this motel. It is a motel, with a shabby looking appearance.

Her lips frown, "Sir, I have one room left however, we are out of separate beds. We gave the last beds to a big family that had 10 children. I think they had a bunch of friends over or something,"

Your eyes widen.

"D-does this mean that you guys have a normal queen or king size bed in the room?" You ask the woman at the front desk.

She nods and you don't feel sleepy anymore.

"W-Would you be okay with sleeping on the same bed with me? I promise I won't look or touch you, it's just only for the night. We don't really have a choice now.." Satoru states and you have to agree, he's not wrong.

Both your lips compress and your head nods slowly.

You don't really have a choice, do you?

"Great! So here are the keys to your room sir. Before that, this is the payment for the room,"

Satoru's eyes widen at the price. A whopping $200 for a night!?

"Ah that's because the room that you have is a room specially for couples, which includes the chocolate and champagne bottles," The woman only reveals it to you after Satoru swipes his card.

Satoru and you were both furious, not because of the fact they called you a couple but because 200 bucks is totally not worth it. You were feeling terrible at this point because money is scarce for you and you understand the importance of it.

You looked at your lecturer and he calmed down slightly, possibly because you knew that he was from a wealthy family. It's just that spending that much money is totally wasteful. You bit your lip and looked at Satoru, hoping that he wouldn't blame you for getting trapped in this conundrum.

"So shall we be go?" Satoru tries to cheer you up, he could feel some unsettling vibes from you. He gives you his hand to lead you to the shabby looking lift stairs.

Blushing tremendously, you hold onto his hand and let him lead you to the room where both of you will be staying for that night. How were you so lucky? Were you?

Satoru looked like an angel in the dark night, his white hair still framing his features. You rub your eyes once again. Nope, you're not dreaming. This is real.

The couples motel room was nothing much, being it a motel. Usually for backpackers, foreigners or for….something you'd not like to think about. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, beside it having bed side tables. It was a very dim looking room with only one bright light coming from the entrance of the room.

"Since we both don't have our toothpaste or toothbrush, I think we'd better just sleep. So that tomorrow we'd have enough energy to get out of this place," Satoru said while he was trying to understand how they didn't have a duvet on their sheets. He looks disgusted at the things given in the motel.

You laugh silently, knowing that Satoru probably isn't used to a lifestyle without his must-haves. He is from one of the richest sorcerer family in Japan anyways.

"Sensei, I know you have only stayed in 6 star hotels for your whole life. But this isn't that bad," You said as you tucked yourself into the left side of the bed, making sure you gave enough space for the long legged man to crawl in as well.

Satoru still has a face of disgust looking at how some of the towels given to us were not washed properly and still have some stains of…semen something. "Does this motel even clean after customers leave?" He was thinking to himself.

"Hopefully we don't catch anything after tonight," You said and that frightened Satoru to the core. He probably won't be able to sleep for the night.

"C-Can I move closer to your side a little? It looks cleaner there, the floor, bed sheet, everything," Satoru pleads with puppy eyes which made you laugh a little. "Sure, sure. I'm used to places like this," You made more room for him and he sighs in relief.

"Used to places like this?! Oh my…" He looks at you in horror. "Sensei, not everyone is as fortunate as you," You felt that even though that might sound offensive to Satoru, its true. You were from a poor to middle class family that is still struggling to send you to Jujutsu High as the fees there are pretty high.

"Don't worry. You can come to me if you have any money problems. I don't know how a pretty woman such as yourself suffe- survive in such a dump like this,"

Ouch. Satoru really needs to learn how to be understanding about other's backgrounds. It's okay you offended him too.

Well, at least he said you were pretty.

"And, dear. You don't have to call me sensei when we're not in campus grounds. Just call me by my name, I'm not that much older than you anyways, I'm not like Principal Yaga. Am I right?" He got closer to you and it made your breath hitch.

You just nod and said his name softly, "Satoru".

two parts in a day, i'm on a roll ~_~

i guess i'm just preparing for this week..who knows what crap university is going to give me lol

[rainbowdaisy13]

WHEW runnin on 4 hours of sleep so I’m struggling with being eloquent. I’m gonna do a list to help my brain—thoughts as I remember them

*Stage is set up wonderfully—most stadiums you aren’t gonna have a bad seat

*If you have ever been to MN, you know that MN Nice isn’t what it means other places. Most here come from sullen Nordic stock so talking to strangers requires a shitton of alcohol. Nary a bracelet was exchanged around me, no complimenting of others outfits. The vibes were very much 👀 staring at others and being too scared to interact 😆

*Openers are perfect—MAATHP followed by CS really gets the crowd amped

*Her opening speech was interesting—she made a point of saying how she appreciates that we are so accepting of people in MN which felt like her acknowledging Pride

*She is so adorable and sexy live, very multifaceted —her stage presence is unmatched. She owns the entire stadium and she knows it. Was super powerful to witness

*Over the top long winded Het-splained Betty which was 🙄 because I thought she was transitioning away from that in previous shows—also my BFF turned to me and goes “she just said it’s a fictional album but then literally writes a song about a House she actually owns” and I died 😆 I had never thought of that before

*Which leads into the fact that Rebekah’s hair was in a ponytail flip thing—hairpin theory may be a bust

*The stage, lighting, bracelets light coordination, pyrotechnics are all top tier. Just next level—I don’t wanna ruin it because it was a shock and super cool, but I’ll say there was a point when we were blasted with volcano level heat being in the upper bowl and everyone went wild

*I sobbed the entire time through Marjorie which was expected

*Dear John was the only song I sat for—I absolutely freaked out that she said be nice online kids don’t go after anyone—turned to my friends and was like omfg she’s never addressed that before!! I do think she needs to be more forceful and real though in her language choice. It very much gave Kindergarten teacher talking to her class—which as we see, did nothing given the amount of posts I’m seeing of swifties being like nope don’t care. I wish she could’ve been like “hey stop being assholes online!! I don’t like it! It doesn’t help me!!”

*Daylight was a shock to me—very beautiful acoustically

*Her dancers are so talented, love all the diversity—also size inclusion, I love a bigger dancer that can do a fucking 3 hour set—break the stereotypes!!

*Seeing the screen during Anti-Hero live was heavy. I do not get what Swifties think is happening during that song. I didn’t realize it till last night, but they juxtaposed live Taylor singing on the left of the screen next to giant angry Taylor screaming and begging to be seen. It’s a crazy feeling to see that and be like damn I participate in this dichotomy by even being here

*I took a pee break during tolerate it and the line was nonexistent

*Shes so quick at costume changes!!

*Rainbow stage and rainbow bracelet lights for August which makes no sense unless it makes sense. Why wouldn’t it be a beach seen/waves?

*I don’t get how she sounds so good second night and doesn’t lose her voice. Doesn’t make sense to me—she must not talk day of the concert at all

*Shit I can’t remember which song it was for, but the screen visuals are naked Taylor in a bed. We get a brief glimpse of her holding someone’s hand, and the hand is of a Black person. This is significant IMO for 2 reasons—we are seeing continuity that she’s using anyone *but* a CIS white man as her love interest over and over and over again. Why?? If she’s only ever officially dated CIS white men?? Make it make sense. Also using a Black man as the Love interest in Lover and then having a Black male dancer do the Karlie grab hands stare at each other walk during Style seems like she’s trying to get across this is about the same person IMO

*The show is planned so well that it never fully loses momentum. And the 3 hours goes by way faster than I thought it was going to

*If you go to a show please stay and cheer for her band, dancers, etc. So many people left while she was asking for us to acknowledge them which is rude AF. She’s always known and acknowledged she couldn’t do these shows without 100s of mostly unseen talented people

Overall, I feel very fortunate I got to see her perform Eras. It is a once in a lifetime show. I don’t know what’s next for her, but it feels like she’s stepping away from this version of herself and evolving. I can’t wait to see what’s next 🫶🏼

[kaaaaaaarf]

Always an Angel, Never a God (the playlist)

I made a playlist for the fic Always an Angel, Never a God by @butcherbacterium. B is my number one cheerleader/enabler and I am so, so lucky that she is my friend! Always An Angel is such an iconic and beautiful fic, and I wanted to pay it tribute in the only way I know how — through music. This one's for you, B. ❤️

1. Family Tree // Ethel Cain (Sirius) These crosses all over my body Remind me of who I used to be Give myself up to him in offering Let him make a woman out of me ... So take me down to the river and bathe me clean Put me on the back of your white horse to ride All the way to the chapel, let you wash all over me

2. Faster, Faster // Bree Sharp (Sirius) The dusty road that's ahead will Be my board and my bed till What I am looking for is found … And yesterday is right behind me like a loaded gun So I'm racing toward the horizon ... I met a sucker on Sunday I took his wallet on Monday Then I was out on the road again

3. Acts 9:3 // Sluice (Sirius) Yeah I'm walking towards Damascus My body’s weary and my heart is too Ive had no revelations in the wilderness ... Jesus finally came to me at a crossing ... He smiled, gun on his hip Offered me an oxycodone and he split

4. Abbey // Mitski (Remus) I am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry What do I need? I am something I have been something I was born something What could I be? There is a light that I can see But only, it seems, when there's darkness in me There is a dream that I sometimes see That only appears in the dark of sleep I am waiting I have been waiting

5. Lone Wolf // Eels (Remus) I am a lone wolf I always was and will be I feel fine, I am resigned to this I am a lone wolf ... It blows my mind That people want to try to get inside my tired head ... I am a lone wolf Nobody needs to get too close to me

6. Drunk Kid Catholic // Bright Eyes (Both) The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved ... And every night I think I certainly won't ever sleep sober or alone And then suddenly it occurs to me I've slept alone before you And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand And convince myself to lay back down again

7. I Am the Antichrist to You // Kishi Bashi (Both) Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race Lucid lovers me and you A deal of matchless value I was always quick to admit defeat Empty statements of bones and meat And my heart it shook with fear I'm a coward behind a shield and spear

8. Glory // Liz Phair (Both) You are (you are), you are (you are) shining some glory You are (you are), you are (you are) shining some glory On me, on me

9. God In Jeans // Ryan Beatty (Sirius) God is real, he was sleeping in my bed last night We were naked with the radio on Played him favorite song ... I pray to the open sky This is the one I wanted This is everything Give me more, I'll be all your love I believe in heaven above Come and give me life Show me what it's like to fall into your arms

10. Flower // Liz Phair (Both) Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste I want to fuck you like a dog I'll take you home and make you like it Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of Is everything I'll do to you ... Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of Is everything I'll do to you I'll fuck you till your dick is blue Every time

11. Sacrilege // Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Remus) Fallen for a guy, fell down from the sky Halo round his head Feathers in a bed In our bed, in our bed It's sacrilege, sacrilege, sacrilege, you say ... And I plead and I pray

12. I Wanna Be Yours // Arctic Monkeys (Both) I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours

13. Take Me To Church // Hozier (Remus) Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church

14. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want // Deftones (Remus) Good times for a change See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad So please, please, please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows, it would be the first time

15. Good Days // Sza (Sirius) Tell me I'm not my fears, my limitations I disappear, if you let me Feeling like (on your own) Feeling like Jericho Feeling like Job when he lost his shit Gotta hold my own, my cross to bear alone, I Ooh, paid a deal, way to kill the mood Know you like that shit, yeah, groovy baby, baby Heavy on my empty mind shit I gotta keep from losin' the rest of me (losin' the rest of me) Still worry that I wasted the best of me on you, babe You don't care

16. Prayer // Leith Ross (Remus) Last night, I wrote a prayer To the water in my head Read the book my mother read See, I don't believe in God At least not one that's not as human as me and anyone that ever was ... See, I have to believe there's some kind of deity In broken bones and skin that bleeds I can't count upon heaven or hell or law When I'm scared and lonely Amen, amen, amen, amen

17. Real Pain // Indigo De Souza (Remus) When pain is real, you cannot run You can cover, but come undone And love might go, but is not gone I still know you, I still know you ... I wanna kick, wanna scream, I wanna know it's not my fault I wanna know it's not my fault, I didn't mean it

18. Checkout Blues // Eels (Remus) I've got something Maybe I should tell you I may check out At any given time Things won't get better Until they get much worse Is the curse stronger than me Or am I stronger than the curse Everyone is scared of me And I'm scared of me too Never know just what I'm gonna do

19. Way down We Go // KALEO (Both) Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go

20. God's Silence // Eels (Sirius) (Instrumental)

21. Fallen // Bree Sharp (Sirius) Little girl, little girl questioning me She says, "Why doesn't everyone have what they need? Where are the angels, angels, angels? Where are the angels, angels, angels?" I cannot tell you my little darling All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

22. Sleep Talking // Indigo De Souza (Sirius) Nothing left but a feeling in there somewhere Nothing left but a feeling in my toes When I get home, I'm gonna love you so well Please get me out, out of the depths of hell When I get home, I'm gonna sell you my soul When I get home, when I get home, when I get home I'll break your bones with all the love I carry

23. Jesus Christ // Brand New (Remus) Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won't know anyone Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem is gonna last More than the weekend ... Do I divide and fall apart? 'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark ... I know you're coming in the night like a thief But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that I'm someone you can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up (everyone now)

24. Francis Forever // Mitski (Sirius) I don't know what to do without you I don't know where to put my hands I've been trying to lay my head down But I'm writing this at three AM I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me

25. Into My Arms // Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (Remus) I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms

26. Tender // Blur (Both) Tender is the night lying by your side Tender is the touch of someone that you love too much Tender is the day the demons go away Lord, I need to find someone who can heal my mind Come on, come on, come on Get through it Come on, come on, come on Love's the greatest thing

27. Not Strong Enough // Boygenius (Both) Black hole opened in the kitchen Every clock's a different time It would only take the energy to fix it I don't know why I am The way I am Not strong enough to be your man I tried, I can't Stop staring at the ceiling fan and Spinning out about things that haven't happened Breathing in and out ... Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god Always an angel, never a god

[whitedragoncoranth]

Rocket Likes Being Petted III

One night, many months later, Peter and Rocket were in bed together in Quill's quarters. Poor Rocket had suffered another nightmare, and base raccoon wanted to be close to new parent. After the imprinting incident had happened Rocket was the same as he always was with their enemies and the other Guardians - ill-tempered, foul-mouthed, sarcastic, barely supressing the urge to flarkin' shoot and ask stuff later - but not with Peter Quill.

When he was with Quill--it was as if a switch had been flicked. Rocket was kinder, quieter, gentler to Quill, and on mission, Rocket looked to Quill first for guidance. The little raccoon no longer called Terrans dumb--because Quill was one--and, after genuinely researching Earth, its people, and animals, Rocket had come to the conclusion that Terrans... were just like everyone else in this flarked up galaxy, just trying to get by. Rocket soaked up his new father's culture - the stories, the art, the music, oh, flarkin' hell all the music! - and made it part of him.

Now, as new Father and Son cuddled in bed (Rocket wore one of his new Father's shirts that was huge on him, making him seem younger than he actually was), Peter gently showed the modified raccoon something that took him aback and made the base raccoon in his core leap! "Procyon Lotor" Quill murmured to his son as the image of the North American Raccoon was displayed on the screen of his data pad. "That's what you are, Rocket. Yeah, you... you say you were made, but that was later. Long ago, on Terra - on Earth - you were born. Somewhere, somewhen... a Mama Raccoon birthed a litter of raccoon pups, you among them. Your home is Earth, little guy--and I'm sure something can be worked out where we can go back there, and people will respect you and leave you alone so you and I can go see it, take it all in--if that's what you want...?"

Rocket looked at the images and videos of raccoons he was seeing. Raccoons climbing trees. Raccoons playing. The sounds they made. Raccoons living as the pets of humans! Rocket had been dismayed by this at first--but then Quill had explained that, in the wild, raccoons only lived a shocking 3-4 years, and were susceptible to terrible diseases such as distemper, and rabies. Under care of a human a pet raccoon was immunized against them, and pet raccoons were. treated far better than they would ever be in the wild, and thus, lived far longer lifespans, almost twenty years!

Raccoons sleeping in human beds, safe inside built box nests, being petted 'till they purred loudly, being fed grapes and other nice foods, given huge inside or outside places to run and play in. A human who still to this day looked after a raccoon who'd been paralysed due to a disease. Humans who dedicated their lives to rescuing, caring for, and fostering understanding of these amazing animals...

Rocket looked at himself - at his ringtail, at his little hands, tried to compare the 'mask' on his face, muzzle sizes - and then, looked to Peter Quill - his new Father - with anguished eyes, an expression of pain that ran soul deep. "I... why?!" He squeaked, his voice cracking, eyes filling with tears. "Why was...? Why...? Why was I taken away?!! Why did they do this to me?! Why did they take me apart over and over again? Why ain't I a normal raccoon?! Why did they jam all this stuff into my body and make me--this way?! I never asked for this! I never asked to get made!"

Peter Quill held the little raccoon - his Son - close; Rocket felt the man's tears falling onto his headfur. When at last he replied, Quill's answer moved Rocket, staggered him, made his heart wrench. Peter Quill's answer shifted something fundamental within his core... and finally, he understood.

"It’s not your fault that you couldn’t stop them, little guy. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know how to tell anyone, after they did all those awful things to you. It's not your fault that those assholes killed your friends. It’s not your fault that you’re feeling this way. And... you don’t have to do whatever it is you think will make the pain go away. Because it’s not your fault. It never was."

Rocket's breath hitched in a sob. Hitched again, and again... and then as tears that seemed endless fell like drops of salty rain from his eyes a noise of absolute anguish escaped him. His mind awhirl with grief, anger, agony - as the awful burden he'd been carrying for years was lifted away by his father's words - Rocket Raccoon cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. For a moment, all turned to hate -

and with claws out he - ::core child/teen-raccoon reports minor threat to sire from main_ai_persona/rocket. reason=grief. basecode ai 89p13 please ack! :: basecode ai 89p13 hears ack from raccoon-core. threat to sire/sys_admin/parent acknowledged basecode ai 89p13 sudo/init function=paw-servos-lock/engage. reason=do not harm sys_admin-parent-f-f-father! do not hurt father!::

- and with closed fists he punched Peter Quill's chest over and over and over, the blows soft and ineffectual. Quill fended off the blows, gripped Rocket's arms gently, knowing it was all just venting. Soon, Rocket's anger faded, and Quill just let him cry until his voice was hoarse, murmuring soothing nothings into his ears, stroking, petting, soothing...

[aurora567]

Morbid Curiosity Ch. 3

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, fighting.

Summary: This is a short Hanma/OC story that will have 4 chapters. So enjoy.

Word count: 4463

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The sun had set and night had truly set in when she decided maybe it was finally time to head home. She could take a bath and crawl straight into bed. It was late. People were trying not to miss the last trains home. She was not the only one who had decided it was time to head home. Working adults left their jobs, bars and whatever other establishments they were at till the late hours of the evenings. 

She herself had just left a cafe where she had been working on her homework after she had eaten her supper there as well. She was well known at a few locations that circled her school district. She hated going home. It was cold and empty. Had been since she pretty much started school. Her parents were never home; they were always working. Sometimes she would hear one of them returning during the middle of the night if she stayed awake long enough. But they would always be gone by morning. 

A stack of cash would be left on the table. Her monthly allowance in a way. It was often much more than she needed to survive. The bills on the home always paid and cash left for her. There were no rules. She could do whatever she wanted. At first the freedom was great. She liked it as a kid. No one forced her to go to bed. She bought candy and junk food with the money. But it didn’t last long. Loneliness had set in fast. 

She was forced to grow up fast. She wanted to have good grades, get into a good highschool and college. So she stayed on top of her studies, she kept the house clean, though her parents paid someone to come once a week while she was at school to clean the place. Still she didn’t like to stay there. It was an empty house not a home, and so she only stayed there to sleep more than anything. 

But with it getting late she knew it was time to head home and crawl into her cold bed and sleep till her morning alarm would wake her up to go to classes for the day. And that was the plan as she started walking down the growing empty streets. It was just the same as any other night. With her backpack full of her homework and still in her school uniform she looked forwards just spacing out as she walked. 

Though the peace did not last long. She had just walked past the door to a restaurant. She was two steps past it when the door opened and loud boisterous chatter filled the street behind her. It was a rowdy group of guys. They looked about her age. Still kids at the end of their teens. She paid them no attention as she could hear them walking down the street only a few steps behind her. 

It wasn’t the first time she had encountered rowdy guys while walking home. Cram schools only got out a short time ago, as well as the fact that most people out and about would start to head home at the same time as her. Kids and adults alike. Hell she often encountered more drunks than she would like at the same hour. Some teens were no concern to her. She should have taken more precautions and been a little more on guard. 

So when an arm slithered over her shoulders she was ripped from her thoughts. She blinked her eyes a few times before she looked over towards the stranger beside her. 

“Hey there sexy,” he hit her up with what had to be the worst attempt at flirting. And she was not amused as she scowled at him. 

“Don’t bother, I am not interested,” she said bluntly as she reached up to grab at his wrist and throw his arm away from her shoulders. That earned her a frown from the young man that looked close to her age. 

“Hey now. That is not very nice,” another man grumbled as he stepped up to the opposite side of the first. Looking around she took in the sight of four men about her age. She was clearly outnumbered. Four against one was in no way a fair fight. Then again she could not fight. She knew that fighting would get her hurt, both by the group and by herself. After all she was just as likely to break her own wrist if she tried punching someone. 

“No, what is not very nice is harassing a girl that has no interest in any of you,” she should learn when to keep her mouth shut. She watched the second guy's face grow red with anger. 

“You bitch,” oh shit. She fucked up. Hands grabbed at her left arm as one of the guys started to try and pull her towards one of the dark alleys. She was all too aware of what was probably going to happen to her if she let these men pull her into an alley. Dying may be one of the better outcomes. 

“Let go,” she yelled out trying to pull back against the tight grip. It did no good. His grip tightened as his pace did not slow. She could feel panic start to take over as she felt more hands gripping at her body. 

“Oh what’s this? Oh is that little Mori,” she knew that voice rather well. And for once in her life she could not have been more thankful to hear it. Tear filled eyes looked back over her shoulder to take in the sight of Hanma Shuji standing there. A half smoked cigarette sitting between his fingers. He was in a white t-shirt, some skinny jeans and flip flops. 

“Hanma,” she called out a little breathless at who she could only hope was her savior. 

“Who the fuck are you,” one of the men dragging her along barked at Hanma. 

“Oh? Looks like you got yourself in a little bit of trouble, girly,” Hanma said, ignoring the men as he took a drag from his cigarette. 

“Oi! He asked you a fucking question,” another man yelled at Hanma who simply tilted his head and finally looked over at the last guy to yell at him. She could do nothing more than look at him with pleading eyes. Praying that the man would step in and help her. 

“I ain’t talking to you,” The friendly look on Hanma’s face fell as he glared at the man who had spoken up to him. 

“Hey Ginji I don’t think we should mess with this guy,” One guy who was shifting his way to hide behind his comrades was trying to say to the man who was still holding tightly at her arm not yet letting go. Even as his attention turned to his friend to ask what he was talking about. 

“The bitch called him Hanma, if he is Hanma Shuji then he was the second head of Moebius and is the acting head of Valhalla. You can’t fight with him, he will kill you,” The scared one seemed to be the only one out of the group who was aware of the danger they themselves were now in. And he looked ready to either run for it or shit his pants; she was not sure which. 

“Was the second in command of Valhalla if you want to get technical,” Hanma said as a wide grin started to pull at his lips. It was a rather feral grin, one that she had seen before. When he had been fighting with Draken. She was saved.

Though the realization that she was currently stuck in the middle was a little nerve racking. She was not stupid. She could be turned into a shield and Hanma probably would not care if he hit her. This was not good, she was still not exactly safe in her current predicament as she listened to the men around her seem unsure if they should turn tail and run or attempt to stand their ground which would not end well. Their stupid leader seemed to refuse to let her go and let his pride take the hit instead of his face in the way of this fight. 

She needed to get away from the impending danger unless she wanted to find herself as collateral damage. Her own safety was her prime concern. It may have been seen as a dirty move in the eyes of guys but she did not care. Her knee slammed up as fast and hard as she could. Driving it between the legs of the man who had yet to let go of her. 

The noise he let out sounded like someone was strangling a moose. And she was pretty sure that he was starting to foam from the mouth. At first his grip didn’t waver for a second and she thought he was not going to let go. But then finally his hand dropped her arm and in that instant she turned and ran for it. She could hear the other three men yelling at her but she did not dare look back. 

Was running to Hanma really running to safety? That was probably questionable on the best of days. But she had no choice. She could not fight with the three men that were chasing her. Or the fourth that would recover soon enough and he was likely going to be pissed off after what she had just done to his manhood. 

She had no real choice but to hope that Hanma would help her. She felt bad dragging him into her problem. But she did not know what else to do. She had hoped that once she ran past Hanma and stood behind him the others would stop chasing her. She was wrong. 

Hanma had been puffing on his cigarette looking unimpressed as he watched the entire event unfold before him. Internally Hanma was laughing his head off. That tiny little kitten of his just drove her knee into the junk of the one guy so hard Hanma almost thought he could have heard a ball pop. He didn’t care if the move was dirty, it was hilarious that she was such a dirty fighter. 

He let her run past him to hide behind him. Had it been anyone else, Hanma would not have cared enough to intervene and may have even joined in with the other guys. But this was his toy and his toy alone. They could not have her. He waited till the first guy reached him before letting his cigarette drop to the ground as his right fist drove fast and hard into the nose of the first moron who thought it was a good idea to touch what was his play thing. The mixture of surprise and power was enough to send the first guy flying back to land on his ass as he cried out and his hand flew up to his bleeding and probably broken nose. 

Now Hanma was the target as one of the morons tried to throw a fist at him. He didn’t even bother to dodge. The knuckles hit his cheek. It was weak compared to some of the hits he had taken before. Compared to Mikey’s kicks and Draken’s heavy fists. That felt like a simple annoyance like a fly landing on his cheek. Though the soft gasp from behind him told him his little kitten did not expect him to just take the hit. 

“How pathetic. If you're going to run around picking fights with people you better have the strength to back up your fists. This is going to be so boring,” Hanma frowned at the guy who punched him and now looked like he was about to shit himself when Hanma did not even flinch. 

How boring. This was going to turn out to be a waste of his time. Another punch had the second guy on the ground too. And Hanma barely tapped him. Turning to the fourth and final guy to still be standing in one piece and it was the only semi smart one of the group. The one who had tried to warn his friends and encouraged them to run. This kid was shaking like a leaf as he stood back outside of Hanma’s reach without moving. The idiot was so scared Hanma wondered if he was to say boo at him would he scream, cry and run for it? The thought almost made him start to laugh. 

It seemed Hanma’s attention on the fourth was more than enough to have the kid turn and run for it. Chicken shit didn’t even attempt to stand his ground. Well that was a stupid waste of his time. And so boring. This was supposed to be a decent fight. Four on one should have given the others at least a slim chance of making this hard for him. But no, only one had been able to even reach him, and that was only because Hanma had let him connect the easily dodgeable fist.  

“Look out,” a thrilled voice cried out as Hanma had just pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He was not expecting the attack from the first idiot that she had castrated with her knee. With his hurt pride fueling his anger he had pulled a knife. It was not a large knife, just some dinky pocket knife. Still if it stabbed into his body it would hurt and may even require him to go to the hospital. Hanma did not like that thought at all. 

Still this moron did not know how to attack with a weapon like a knife. His grip was weak, he didn’t even look like he was trying to aim the blade as he blindly ran towards Hanma like a wild boar. 

“Idiot,” Hanma drolled as he used his still empty hand to reach out for the oncoming wrist. His timing was off. He could feel the burn start as he tightly gripped at the blade's edge. The sharp blade sunk into the skin of his fingers. The blade had no extra handle to grip at and the idiot paused once closer and so Hanma was too fast to grab his wrist. It didn’t matter. This was fine. Pain in his right hand was nothing new for him. 

“If you are going to come at someone with a knife you better be prepared to kill someone then or die trying,” Hanma said, flashing the man a crazed grin as he leaned over him. The other grip on the pocket knife disappeared, leaving the small knife still in Hanma’s bloody hand. 

The idiot in front of him ended up backing away quickly when it became clear that he had just picked the fight with the grim reaper. It was a good thing Hanma found a knife used in a fist fight as only a tool a weakling would use. Tossing the knife away, Hanma was shaking his stinging hand out. A few spots of blood flying from his fingers. 

“Get lost. This fight is no fun. What a waste,” Hanma said, turning his attention back to the pack of cigarettes in his uninjured hand. He did not care about his own blood. Bloody fingers carefully plucked one out of the pack so he could lift it to his lips. 

Kokumori on the other hand was very upset at the sight of blood once the group of four guys were retreating away from the battle zone. She was quick to step up to his side. Maybe she should go into healthcare after highschool. She had a stupid strong desire to help hurt things it seemed. She was babbling about him bleeding. It’s not like Hanma cared at all. 

“You may need stitches,” was the first thing she had been babbling that grabbed his attention. 

“Nah this is nothin. I’ve had paper cuts hurt more,” he said as he stuck the cancer stick between his lips and his bloody hand reached into his pants pocket for his lighter. Any pressure hurt a bit, but otherwise the slices to his fingers did not hurt much. 

“This is not nothing,” she was clearly upset and maybe even a little panicked. Her tiny hands had reached out for his. And once his cigarette was light he let her pull his bloody hand down to her eye level so that she could inspect the cuts. 

“Come on. Let’s head to my place and I will clean and see if I can somehow bandage you up,” she was a bossy little thing. And yet Hanma let her boss him around as he found himself walking with the small girl. 

They did not have to go far it seemed as she was quickly leading the way into a large apartment complex. The place was really nice looking on the outside and even more so once inside. The lobby almost reminded him of a hotel rather than an apartment complex. Luckily at the late hour no one seemed to be around to witness the somewhat bloody Hanma as he followed the naive idiot up to her apartment. 

The letters 403 were staring at him on the front of the door as she proceeded to pull her ring of keys from her backpack and opened the door. The place inside was much larger than Hanma was expecting. For an apartment the place was huge. And quickly Draken’s earlier common came back to him. She lives here alone. This was a lot of space for one teen to live in. Following her inside he slipped his shoes off and watched as she did the same before taking off into the large house. 

“Just stay put for a moment. I’ll be right back,” she had yelled at him as he had started to follow her into the house. The place was spotless and almost looked like no one lived in it. Had there been a layer of dust he would have believed the place was abandoned. But no dust meant someone kept the place clean at least. Moving towards the kitchen Hanma could not help but snoop. Opening the fridge he was surprised to find it almost bare. Some soda and a jug of milk was all he could see. 

Even his fridge at his most broke of times had more in it than this. The sound of pitter patter of feet on the floor had him close the fridge and step back from it to not reveal his snooping. Though this was oddly raising questions in Hanma’s mind. Though why did he care? He barely knew this girl. And what he did know was limited, she went to school with Draken, she was too nice for her own good, and seemed to put others above her own safety. Like now, she barely knew him and yet she had dragged him to her home. They were alone, he could do anything he wanted to her and she would be defenseless. He was bigger and stronger, she could not force him off of her if he decided he wanted to harm her. 

Yet her own safety did not seem to matter at all as she returned to the kitchen with a backpack he had recognized. It was the one she had turned into her walking first aid kit for his and Drakens weekend fights. It must be what she stored all of her first aid stuff in. Placing the backpack on the table she reached into it with a growing expertise. Pulling out the clean towels, some butterfly bandages, disinfectant and some surgical style tape. 

“Run your hand under some cool water at the sink. Make sure the cuts are clean,” she instructed him as she was pulling out what she deemed that she needed for his injuries. 

Silently he did as he was told, walking over to the kitchen sink he turned on some cool water and stuck his hand under it. It stung a little bit as he watched his blood turn the water pink before it was running down the drain. It didn’t last long as the old blood was washed away and his cuts were bleeding much slower now. Once it seemed his hand was as clean as it would ever get he turned the water off. He didn’t even get the chance to ask for a towel as she was already standing beside him and she snatched out to grab his wrist and pull his injured hand closer to her to inspect as she was carefully drying and applying pressure to the fingers bleeding the most. 

“Butterfly bandages are not the best for highly flexed areas. But I’m hoping since the skin looks cleanly cut. And if you can go a day or two without flexing or bending your fingers too much then this should work. I’ll also apply some gauze and surgical tape to help try and prevent your cuts from reopening before you even get home from here,” she explained as Hanma was not really listening to her. He did not care what she had to say to him. Instead he was looking down at her tiny hands that were working to dry his fingers before she reached for the disinfectant first. 

Her hands were so much smaller than his, and soft. Where his hands were calloused and scarred up hers were soft and blemish free. And like the last time she cleaned him up her touch was so gentle, as if he may break under her gentle, helpful touch. He could not remember the last time anyone had touched him like he was the fragile one. It was an odd feeling. 

“This is gonna sting,” she warned as she sprayed some disinfectant on his fingers. It stung but he did not flinch or make a sound. It was not the first time he had felt the sting of disinfectant on an open wound. As she let the disinfectant dry she moved her attention to grabbing the butterfly bandages. 

“Thank you,” she said softly while her back was turned to him. He gently arched an eyebrow at the soft spoken words he knew he had heard. 

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he gave a huff at her. 

“No, I need to thank you and apologize. It’s my fault you got hurt. And yet if you would not have stepped in, I do not want to think about what may have happened to me,” He watched a shiver run down her body as she spoke. 

He had not actually thought much about what had been happening when he walked across her and the group of idiots. He had heard some voices, and he had been about to ignore the events as they unfolded till one yell of a feminine voice sounded familiar. Curiosity had then gotten the best of him and he found himself walking over to investigate. And it seemed he had heard right, he had recognized the tiny girl that had started to join him and Draken on their Sunday fights. 

“Nah you're just lucky I was in the area. I had been hoping those idiots would have put up at least a slightly decent fight. They didn’t. How boring,” and to show for it he only had some cut up fingers and his boredom was still going strong. 

“Still you did not have to say anything, you could have walked past and pretended to not see me,” she pointed out, knowing that most people would have ignored the scene and just walked past her as she called for help. 

At that Hanma shrugged his shoulders. He too was unsure why he had stepped in. Sure his curiosity had been the reason he went to see what the noise was about. But his curiosity was not what drove him to step in and stop the men trying to drag her into an alley. He could have turned and walked away, or if he was that sick and twisted he could have tried to join the group. She was just lucky he was not exactly that sick and twisted. 

Her light touch took his hand in hers again as she turned her attention back to pressing the wound together before one hand carefully pressed the small bandage on one side of the cut before she pulled it slightly tight to the other side. It took a couple on each finger that were cut and she was careful where she placed the bandages to try and avoid areas that may pinch as he closed and opened his fingers. 

Placing some gauze over the fresh bandages and wrapping some surgical tape around his fingers, bending said fingers became much harder. Which had been part of her plan. It was probably her way of trying to prevent him from making things worse with always bending his fingers. 

“Why did you bother bandaging me up?” He asked bluntly as he looked at his hand inspecting her handy work as he waited for the answer. 

“Who would do it if I didn’t?” She asked with a tilt of her head as she watched Hanma’s golden eyes snap up to look at her. He was expecting her to say it was her thanks or something stupid like that. Instead she pointed out that if she did not tend to his wounds no one would. Hell half the time he could not be bothered to tend to his own injuries. 

He did not even know what to say. Could she see that he was lonely? Why did she care about him? A stranger to her. Even Kisaki, his one and only friend, did not care so much about him. That stirred a few unfamiliar feelings in his gut. Yet the sudden urge to make her his was one he noticed. She may have been chasing Draken but Hanma no longer cared. She was going to be his. His to keep, his to touch, and his to tend to him and him alone. He would not share her. Well maybe with Kisaki but even then he wasn’t sure. 

She was not far from him. Two small steps and he cleared the distance between them. His hands both reached out and he grabbed her hips. Listening to the adorable noise of surprise she let out as he picked her up off of the ground and placed her butt on the counter. With the added height she was a little closer to his height now but was still small enough he had to lean forwards and bend his back in order to crash his lips against hers.

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[ID: a twitter thread by Eman Basher (@ SometimesPooh). The tweets read, in chronological order, from the 8th of October until the 24th:

"8th - Wanted to attend my student's graduation but instead attending their funerals.

9th - Day 3: We ran out of water. We ran out of tears. We ran out of hope.

10th - Day 4: we were informed power is only one and a half hour aday. found an open market after 2 hours of walking. He only had bags of macaroni . bought 4. Still no water. Using wipes to clean the kids. Saving two bottles of clean water to drink. And praying. All. the. time.

11th- Day 5: Whole neighbourhood were exterminated. Shelling continued through the night. I know nothing about my family or friends. No one replies. People in my neighborhood lost hope and started evacuating. Father in law decided we're not leaving. So are we!

12th - Day 6: one of neighbours brought balloons for the kids to calm them down. It failed anyway. We're sheltering with another 18 person. We're still alive. Or not. Can't tell. New fear shows up the surface as genocide continues: I think we're running out of graves!

13th - Day 7: THEY LIED! People received messages to evacuate to the south. News spread like fire. Everyone left. We didn’t. Then Israeli warplanes targeted them and killed 70 at once.

14th - Day 8: you learn to sleep easily amidst ongoing shelling, bombardments, freaked out kids, loud cries, unknown mobile calls and your own overthinking. You learn to sleep deeply. Because there is nothing else you can do. You are a hopless and a hapless creature. Nothing you can do.

15th - Day 9: Know nothing about my parents. We lost contact when they bombed near them in Jabalia camp tonight. We smell smoke when we open the windows. The air smells like dead bodies. Still No water. No power. Grandpa took off the battery of an old car. We use it to charge phones.

16th - Day 10: A mosque near our house has a well. We filled some bottles. I took a shower for the 1st time in 8 days. Since they’ve been targeting “literally” everything with or “mostly” without a warning, the image of people pulling me unclothed from under rubble never stopped spinning.

17th - Day 11: an idea kept coming & going. What if I killed my kids and saved them from going through this horror? From running for their lives in the middle of the night. From being homeless. From losing a brother. Or a mother. I have to save them somehow. I am their mother after all.

18th - Day 12: I was informed my family: mum, 3 sisters & a brother evacuated to the south& lost contact. Dad & younger brother stayed in to take care of aunt who has special needs. Desperate dad called for help, so I moved “on foot” with the kids to dad’s place “5 blocks away” to help.

19th - Day 13: we woke up on eldest son having an asthma attack at midnight. No hospitals. Priority to serious injuries. Only few cans of beans and tuna, bags of rice and bulgur are available in near shops. Using paper cups & plates. No water to wash dishes. Still no news about family.

21st - Day 14: I have no idea why I am still writing this diary. I was deceived by how powerful words can be. But I know for sure is that I stopped saying, “Good Night” to my children. I say, “stay alive” instead. If we survived, we will never be the same again.

22nd - Day 15: I wanna lie down in bed and cry my eyes out ‘till I die or this stops, whatever the soonest. But I don’t have this luxury, I have to provide food and water for three starving little innocent “human animals”.

23rd - Day 16: after being threatened 3 times in one day, we evacuated to the south with my 3 kids, father, younger brother and aunt. Gaza looked like a ghost city from the car’s window. Most of the schools we passed by were full with signs that say “we can not take anymore families.”

23rd - Day 17: After queuing for 2 hours, I was able to provide a 2 -litre bottle of water for the kids and I. 120 people were killed over one night only. Genocide continues, Rafah border is still closed and Gaza Is running out of water. AND RESIDENTS.

24th - Day 18: sleeping in a school at night and spending the day queuing for bread and water. Skin diseases, viruses and lace are some of many medical issues the school refugees are suffering from. 2 hours at least to set a turn to use bathrooms. My friend’s middle son had a cold and diarrhea was one of the symptoms. You don’t want to know the end of the story. What a humiliating day!"

The final image shows an interview with Eman from the 20th, hosted by Middle East Monitor. It says: "'frightening. If I only had one last wish to ask for anything, I really would want nothing but my kids to survive', expresses Eman.

The mother of four documents her thoughts at the beginning and end of each day during the conflict on social media as a form of resistance against the spread of Israeli propaganda and misinformation." end ID.]

Part 1/2, i will reblog this post with the second part.

Diary entries of Eman Basher, a schoolteacher and writer from Gaza. Link to her twitter account. Some of these are almost too hard to read - unimagible to live through.

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5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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#1 - Los Angeles

Kagami smiled at his phone. It was only a few more days until he’d be back home in Japan after spending some time with his family and Alex. It was nice to see his young cousins (who, he found out, idolized him) and parents, plus playing a little street ball like he used to was always fun. 

But he missed Japan. 

He missed his friends. His team. 

He missed you, too. 

And that’s why it was four in the morning and he was still up talking to you. Because as much as Alex teased him about it, he really did miss you. 

“Ah, young love,” Alex teased, laughing at the basketball that flew next to her head from him. “You’re impossible, y’know, Taiga. If you don’t fess up soon, you might lose your chance.”

“There’s nothing to fess up!” he argued, like he had been for the last several hours on and off. She was impossible. 

She rolled her eyes and ruffled his hair. “You’re not stupid, although you act it. I know you can figure out just how wrong that sentence is.”

And she was right. He was wrong, at first. Because you don’t non-stop think about kissing someone you’re just friends with, or get sickening butterflies, or anything else he’d been dealing with. 

He yawned while you were in the middle of talking about something—he’d been ready to sleep for houts, but he needed to stay up to spend time with you. Even if it was over the phone. 

“And then Koganei said—” you paused. “Kagami, what time is it there?” 

He checked the clock. “Uh…4:17, why?”

“Please tell me its 4:17 in the afternoon.”

“No…?”

“Go to bed!” you half-yelled at him. “You have to be up and awake in the morning, please get some sleep.”

“I like talking to you, though.”

Maybe it was how tired he was, but that was too cheesy. 

You paused again, then he heard you laugh at his comment. “I like talking to you too, Kagami, but you have to sleep. Please.”

He yawned again and nodded. “Yeah, yeah…I guess. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Night, Kagami.”

“Night.”

He hung up and sighed—you had no idea what you did to him, did you? He could fall asleep listening to your voice because it was so soothing, but at the same time he never wanted to miss a word of what you said. You made him smile easier than anything, and he was starting to think you were up there with basketball on his list of things he cared about. 

Now the question was what to do about these feelings…

#2 - Homework

After returning home, he realized he had a lot of work to catch up on—a week off of school and practice was fun (even though he wasn’t exactly not practicing), but it meant a lot of homework for him to work on. Luckily, you offered to help him through it and study. 

The two of you took a break to cook and eat dinner, during which you lounged on the couch and watched a basketball game. It was the same routine he had every night, but for some reason it was better with you. When he first sat down to eat, he threatened to sit on your ankles if you didn’t make room for him, too. He got kicked in the arm when he did, actually, sit on your legs when you didn’t move, but he got his spot on the couch back so he didn’t mind.

“Oh, that was shit,” he cursed at the TV, sitting forward to yell at it. “That wasn’t even his fault! He was—”

He paused when he heard laughter next to him. Why were you laughing at him? He was right! The ref was being stupid! What else was new, though—

“They can’t hear you,” you teased through your laughter. 

Once your words sunk in, he rolled his eyes and shoved your leg. “Shuddup, I know that!”

“Then why are you yelling at them?”

“Because I can!”

You laughed more, as did he. It was always the little things that made you laugh, he noticed. Even if you were laughing at him being stupid, you were still laughing, he figured. His smile softened a little when he looked at you, but he quickly averted his eyes when you looked back at him. 

“Oh no, Kagami, you’re thinking about something. Tell me.”

“I’m not thinkin’ about anything!” 

“What else is new,” you teased. “What was that look for, then?”

“What look?”

You scoffed at him. “You looked like you wanted to kiss me for a minute there.”

Maybe because he did. But he wouldn’t tell you that. 

“Wh—no, gross,” he said, coming up with any negative words he could to deny that. He definitely didn’t want to do that. Definitely. “Like I’d ever do that.”

You kicked him again, making him complain again. “What, don’t think I’m cute enough? Or would you rather be kissing Kuroko?”

He laughed again. “You’re…I dont even know where you come up with this shit,”  he siad, standing up from the couch. “Don’t jump in my spot, jerk. Want more?”

“I’m good, thank you. You cook well, though. Dinner’s great.”

“Thanks.”

He could freak out about that comment to Alex later. Yeah, he knew he could cook, but you complimenting him on it was different than someone else. Especially if it was his team barging in and suddenly he was cooking for eleven hungry teenagers. 

He could get used to dinners with you, though. 

#3 - Sunny Days, Popsicles, and Basketball

There was nothing better than playing basketball on the weekend with friends, Kagami had decided way back in middle school. And it was even better with his current team. 

He and the Seirin boys were bored and decided to get together for some streetball. Fukuda was busy, leaving uneven teams, so he decided to call you. Ever since Kuroko dropped that he had a crush last week at practice, they hadn’t stopped bothering him about it and wouldn’t get off his case about it until he called to see if you were busy. 

He’d taught you a thing or two about basketball not long ago, and while you were no pro, he was proud of how well you played for a rookie. Then again, he always went easy when you two played a game. 

The scrimmage went over as well as expected—with him and Kuroko on the same team, they easily won, but no one was keeping track of points after the first twenty minutes. They were too busy having fun and running around for the hell of it. 

They decided to call it for the afternoon—they’d been playing for at least an hour and it was sunny and hot. It was the perfect day for popsicles, which everyone volunteered you and Kagami to go buy. Based on Furihata and Tsuchida’s cheeky smiles, he knew they planned that. Kuroko looked clueless as usual. 

It was a good thing the convenience store was less than a fifteen-minute walk there and back. He might not have lasted much longer in the silence if not. 

To be fair, it wasn’t awkward silence. He was just tense. He was always tense around you, lately—trying to be the most impressive he could, trying to figure out if you liked him back…it was an internal struggle daily. But he wanted to spend all the time he could with you despite the butterflies. 

“What’s up with you lately?” you asked, turning the corner so you were in sights of the court. “You’re…weird. I dunno. But you’ve been different, lately.”

“What? No, I’m not different.”

“Yes you are.” You sighed, looking over at him. “Did I do something? You can tell me if you’re upset with me, Kagami.”

No! No, no, no, no, no, no! That’s not at all what he wanted! Just the opposite! He wanted you to know how much he liked you! He was too much of a wimp to say anything about it, though…

“Nothing’s wrong,” he confirmed, trying his best to smile and be convincing. Nothing was wrong, nothing was different. Just two really good friends hanging out, and not him almost getting hit in the head with the ball because he was too busy watching you during the game. “You didn’t do anything. Don’t, ah…don’t worry about it.”

There was no more time to argue that since Furihata saw the two of you, cheered, and got the other three boy’s attention. 

Crisis averted, he guessed, but how long would it be before you started thinking something was really wrong?

#4 - Patch-Up

He wasn’t exactly a saint when it came to cursing, but he usually tried to hold his tongue more than he was right now. 

He let out a string of curse words, yet again, as you poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide over the scrape on his knee. Kagami sucked air through his teeth, trying to pretend it didn’t hut as bad as it did. “Aren’t you done with that, yet?” he complained. 

“If you’d quit moving your leg every time I tried to put the peroxide on it, I wouldn’t keep missing.”

“You aren’t!”

“Yeah, but I haven’t gotten the whole thing yet, so hold still!”

You smacked the side of his calf and continued on. Serves him right for trying to pull off some skateboarding trick he saw his cousin do in America. It didn’t look that hard, he thought. Apparently they weren’t exaggerating on taking them three months to learn it.

Finally, you put the bandaid on his knee and helped him off the couch. He poked at the scrape and winced, receiving a slap on the arm for it. 

“Hey! What was that for?”

“If it hurts don’t do it, stupid.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “Thank you, though. For doing that.”

“Who would have thought Taiga Kagami had such a low pain tolerance?” you teased, sitting down with him. That time, he shoved you. 

“Its not low pain tolerance, that shit just hurts!”

“Mhmm. Whatever you say.”

He shoved your arm, which you shoved back, so he shoved back harder. This pattern went back and forth until all of a sudden you were beating him with a throw pillow. He was trying to find any sort of ammo to use against you, when he realized, he had all he needed there. The next time you hit him with the pillow, he snatched it from your hands, threw it to the side, and began to tickle you. 

It was a minute or so of laugher and breathless complaining from you, when you suddenly kicked out at him and made his arm that he was putting most of his weight on give under him. 

This knocked him down till his face was inches above yours. 

Shit. 

He stared wordlessly for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out what to do. Should he kiss you? Would that make it weird? Would it be awkward? What were you thinking? Was he too close?

You opened your mouth like you were going to say something, but nothing came out. Instead he sat up, blushing like a mad man, and helped you up as well. 

“Sorry about that—”

“Oh you dont have to apologize—”

“Still, I—”

It was eerily quiet and awkward after that. The tension in the room was thickenough to cut with a knife and he hated it. He never had that kind of tension with you. Things were always easy when he was with you. But not right now…

After a few minutes of this, you made some excuse about needing to get homework done so you had to get home, but he knew it was an excuse. You told him Friday you’d gotten all your homework done so your whole weekend was free to hang out. 

Damn, he’d really screwed up, hadn’t he?

#5 - Lunchtime

“Yo, what’s dumbass moping about?” Kagami asked, sitting down at the lunch table across from Kuroko. Next to him was you, who was face down and groaning about who knows what. 

“Don’t call me dumbass, asshole…” you complained, sitting up straighter. “And, for your information, Kagami, I’m hungry. And forgot my lunch. And money.”

He scoffed, opening his lunchbox and shoving a box toward you. “How’d I know you were gonna forget?”

He watched you open the box slowly and rolled his eyes. “Nothing in there is gonna kill you, y’know? You’ve had my cooking before.”

“I wasn’t sure if it was a prank.”

“With food? Never, that's a waste.”

You scoffed, digging into the lunch he made for you. He wasn’t sure how he knew that morning, but something in the back of his head told him to bring extra food. Maybe he thought he’d be extra hungry after practice or something, but he was glad he did. 

The three of you chatted for a while, mostly him talking about basketball and Kuroko chiming in every once in a while. Most of it, he was pretty sure he’d mentioned before, but anytime he was talking you made sure he knew you were paying attention. 

Shortly after the lunch bell rang, the three of you parted ways for your next classes. He was planning on dropping his crap in his locker, grabbing his crap for math, and leaving, but those plans flipped on him when he felt someone grab his shoulders and use him to jump in the air. 

“What the hell?!” he asked, flipping around to see who it was. He couldn’t stay pissed off for too long, though, because it was you. He half-expected Koganei or one of the other boys from the team. He rolled his eyes, grumbling about how you shouldn’t scare him like that. 

“Oh, shuddup, Kagami.” You elbowed him in the arm, matching his pace as he kept walking. “I came to give you your box back. Realized I had it when I left.’

“Surprised you found me.”

“Dude, you’re a giant and you’re the only kid here who’s got BRIGHT red hair. Wasn’t hard.”

“True.” He laughed, taking the box back. “Thanks. For this, I mean.”

“I should be thanking you, Kagami, that stuff was amazing. Every time I have your cooking I can’t believe you cook that well.”

“Hey!” 

He shoved your shoulder, and you shoved him back in retaliation. “It wasn’t an insult, stupid, it was a compliment!”

“Sounded like an insult.”

“Maybe you just sound like an idiot.”

He made a face that made you laugh. There you go, making him think about all those dumb feelings again. He loved seeing you happy, though, even if it was at the expense of a little of his dignity. 

You smiled at him, pausing in the (now mostly empty) hallway. “I gotta get going, but I’ll see you later, right?” 

“You bet.”

You waved and ran off—he simply stood there, thinking about how incredibly adorable you were when you were excited about something. He hoped his face wasn’t too red. 

This was getting ridiculous—or at least Alex thought so. And the rest of the team who knew how embarrassed he got when they brought you up. He was down bad, and he knew it. For days, everyone had been telling him to say something about it, but what if it didn’t go how he wanted it to? Would that screw up your friendship? He didn’t want anything to change, but if it changed for the better, that wouldn’t be a bad thing…

The bell rang, and he cursed under his breath. Now he was late and a mess. This was going to be a fun rest of the day. 

#1 - The Winter Cup

He still couldn’t believe it. 

After all that work over the summer, and all the work during the game, they’d won. 

It was no easy feat, going up against Touou. And they had more (no doubt, harder) games coming. But for now, the entire team was buzzing with the excitement of victory and looked like they were ready to pass out from exhaustion. 

They were on their way out of the arena and heading home when Kagami heard his name called from behind him. 

He looked up and turned to see who it was, and there you were, running towards him and his teammates. He looked to Riko for permission to leave them and go talk to you, which she didn’t even give before she and Hyuuga were shoving him along. 

Kagami broke into a run towards you at the same time, only slowing down when he got closer to you. You didn’t, however, and ran straight into him, jumping and pulling him into a tight hug. 

“You did it!” you cheered in his ear, somehow squeezing him tighter. “You really did it, Kagami!”

He held you that tight, too, only letting loose a little on your waist when you pulled your head back to look at him. “What, did you doubt we wouldn’t?” he teased.

You laughed. “I always believed in you. You’re just…incredible, Kagami.”

I always believed in you. 

You’re incredible. 

Those words hung heavy in his mind, unable to speak once they sunk in. He was certain there were some things he could do most people couldn’t, but it meant so much more coming from you. 

He stared in disbelief for a moment, only breaking out of his thoughts when you ruffled his hair. “Earth to Kagami,” you teased. 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “I really like you, (Y/N).”

You stared. He’d screwed up. No, no, this was bad. He was caught up in the excitement, and now he was screwed. He wanted to eat his words, but there was no taking back what he said. 

Kagami opened his mouth to apologize, starting to pull away. You hugged him again, making it unable to let you go. 

“You idiot,” you said into his shoulder. “About time.”

He (gently) shoved you off, holding you at arms length away. “What do you mean, about time? You mean this isn’t going to be super awkward now?”

“I like you too, stupid! Took you long enough to say something!”

“Why didn’t you then??” 

“Because I wasn’t certain if you liked me, too!” 

“But I do!” 

“Now I know that!” 

“Captain told me to tell you to kiss or something so we can get going.”

The both of you jumped, not realizing Kuroko was standing right next to you. After the initial shock, you both started laughing, and he walked back towards the group (most of which who were watching the two of you). Kiyoshi flashed you a smile and a thumbs up, and Hyuuga smacked him for it. 

“If you kiss me, you can tell your captain over there to man up and get himself a girlfriend. Ask your coach out, finally.”

He made a face in confusion. “What are you talking about…?”

“Oblivious. You’re actually oblivious.”

Any remark he could muster out fell silent against your lips. He smiled, trying to ignore how loudly Koganei yelled “get it, Kagami!” from far enough away anyone else outside would have heard him. It was hard to ignore, however, and soon the both of you parted, too busy laughing. 

“I’m gonna kill him one of these days.”

“Make sure it’s after the finals.”

“Finals, huh?”

“Like I said. I believe in your guys—in you, Kagami. You’re gonna make it.”

Even if he wasn’t already, he was pretty inclined to believe that now.

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Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x Afab reader

Cw - smut , lowkey angst , no real comfort , reader is in love with Mikey , reader is wearing fem clothes

Sleepy. Tired. Exhausted. Many sleepless nights spent worrying about Manjiro, wishing you didn't feel this way for him, you could get past him, just let go of this mental obligation to keep tabs on him. Not him per say, no he didn't annoy you, it was this constant yearning for his touch, his presence, his approval. You knew that. You knew you loved him, but did he love you? A different story.

You loved him but god did it hurt to stand in the background and watch. He knew you watched. He knew you saw. He knew you cared for him, adored him even, but he didn't dare make a move when sober. When drunk he'd saunter over to you. He'd lead you to his room, have his way with you and toss you out till the next time he grabs a bottle off the shelf.

He didn't like being high, it gave him less control than he'd like. He liked being in control. More than he'd ever verbally admit, drunk or not. He's quiet. He enjoyed watching people from afar, silently. He watched you, more often than you knew. He'd grab a bottle off the shelf for the sole purpose of watching your reaction, your realization of your situation. You didn't realize it was intentional, his lies too sweet, too believable.

To him you were a pretty little thing. A pretty little thing he could trick into thinking he's drunk. The bottle in his hand, labeled Ketel One Vodka, was filled with 3/4 water and 1/4 vodka. His lies were believable, too believable for your own good. You knew you were tired, you knew this wasn't the best idea, but he was drunk right? He was 'drunk' and you were delirious from the lack of sleep. Fair trade in his eyes.

He finished the bottle and looked at you. Eyes locked onto yours. Without breaking eye contact he strutted over to you. Aware of the height difference between you two. The heels made you taller, the fishnets only added to his attraction. You were stood by his door, you knew where this was going. You knew this game, the name unspoken yet understood.

You wanted his approval didn't you? Then do as he says. He says this at least once every time you decide to play along. He nods towards his room, telling you to get in and get on his bed. You're still giddy, every time. Butterflies filling your stomach, crawling up your throat, and blooming into a smile you tried oh so hard to discard. He licked his lips, locked the door, and grabbed a box. Tissues.

"You'll need these." His tone steady, seemingly unfazed, and smooth. He doesn't like condoms much, only uses them when asked. The box of condoms still sitting where you left it, were you the only one he fucks? Yes. Would he admit that? No. You grabbed a condom, aware of how heavy his load is. You set it to the side, unaware of his next move. To your surprise he took your underwear off himself, licked his lips once more before heading face first into your groin.

When he ate it, he ate it like a mad man- no starving, one that hasn't eaten in months. His tongue darted moving quickly, watching you squirm and moan. When you moan particularly loud he shoves dry fingers in your vagina. This doesn't mean he's stopping his licks aimed at your clit, sometimes missing and hitting a lip. He's messy. He loves it. The way you writhe, the bucks of your hips, the facial contortions, your scent, your taste, the way you feel around his fingers, god he loves it. It's damn near enough to make him orgasm. Oh, he did.

Two minutes, that's all it took, you whined once more before releasing on his fingers. He chuckled, watching as you came down from your high. He took his own pants off, underwear following suit. You looked up at him, eyes asking a question your tongue was not yet bold enough to. He looked you in the eye and let out a breathy denial, he wanted to please you.

He knew it was uncomfortable, jaw locked in the same position for long enough to cry. Though it felt nice on his part, he'd like to keep your jaw in place. You on the other hand liked the feeling of his cum down your throat, getting there was less that comfortable, its thick. He's not incredibly long, but he fills you up so nicely.

He grabbed the condom, pumped himself twice, and rolled the fresh condom onto his cock. Positioning himself above your pussy. The first stretch was always the most difficult to take, it was always slow. Painful, yet oh so pleasurable. Inch by thick inch he filled you. Once he bottomed out he waited for a sign to move, this wasn't a usual occurrence but god it was interesting. You clenched lightly, he took the hint.

First five thrusts were slow, finding a rhythm, pace steadying, and eyes running over your face. He grabbed a breast in his hand, licking at the nipple, distracting himself. His hips grinding into your own, balls slapping your ass cheeks. His room was clean, minimalistic, and let echoes spring from wall to wall. Each pat of skin against skin, each vibration of the both of your vocal chords, every pant, every cream of the floorboards, each and every spring's croak, a symphony of sex.

A symphony you wish to never stop, you felt him cum once more, this time in the condom. He didn't stop though. He kept going, until you were overstimulated. He couldn't care less if he had to orgasm over 50 times just for you to meet him at 5, all he cared about was making sure you were pleased. Two more thrusts and you found yourself unable to take another orgasm.

He slowly slid out, noticing the change in behavior almost instantly. When he wants to, he notices things. Once he was fully out of your battered pussy, he collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to take the condom off until you told him to wash up with you. Too damn sleepy to give a damn about your smell until the morning you just grabbed a wash cloth and washed up, making sure to urinate before falling onto his bed once more. And, taking off that top you managed to keep on.

He followed your actions, it was now far past 2 in the morning. You slept, you slept well, you knew he was with you, you knew he was safe. You felt at peace. He slept on your chest, and you holding him. It was nice.

Life with him could be nice. You just had to convince him to love you as much as you love him. For now, sleeping with Mikey in your arms, was more than enough.

[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

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"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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[wizkiddx]

i just had the cutest idea at least in my head and would LOVE if u could do a blurb? where tom is trying to measure your ring size to propose while your asleep, but then you wake up and catch him.

this is v v cute! I hope this is what u want, sorry if it didn't translate I found it a bit tricky aha

summary: tom gets caught preparing for a very big moment

warnings: v small reference to smut

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Sleep always had been, and always will be, an important thing in your life. Naturally then, any source of interruption, was met with some….some hostility. Maybe it was your annoying flatmates as a student, who insisted on playing the worst drum and bass till 4 am every night; maybe your neighbours car alarm, which seemed to be set off by the lightest gust of wind; or maybe your loving- if slightly infuriating -boyfriend.

Tom had just got back from a trip abroad and you’d had a quiet evening in- consisting of pizza, a long forgotten film playing and lots and lots of laughs. As much as you loved his family and friends, celebrating with a fancy dinner and lots of drink - there was nothing better than a night in. It was what you’d both desperately needed too, just actual quality time with the both of you living in the moment, forgetting everything else outside the four walls of your flat.

Needless to say, you’d ended up right between the sheets and you honestly couldn’t remember falling asleep. But now, barely conscious, you did notice your fingers being moved and fiddled with. With a groan you limply pulled them away, rolling over to chase Tom’s body heat - which seemed to have disappeared. His presence hadn’t though, you could tell even with your eyes shut due to his little coo.

“Shh darling…. go back to sleep.” And with a mumbled incomprehensible response, you tried to - even if you personal heater appeared to be in hiding.

Yet then, barely 30 seconds later, the bed dipped weirdly again; Tom’s grasp lightly tugged at the arm you’d crossed over your body. Fighting against it, you snatched your arm away and groaned incoherently once again. Again you got a the most whispered and soft sounding reply from Tom. “Shhh Y/n/n…. come on, work with me here.” Clearly you were half asleep, not really paying any attention to to his words, so huffed - shifting again so you we lying half on your back, half on your side, your left hand lying on the pillow next to your head.

And yet again, barely a minute later, you were sure you heard him chuckle before the bed wobbled as he crawled up it. You could feel his shin brushing against your side as he once again went to grab your hand. And that- that was the last straw.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sight you were greeted with was not one you expected. Tom kneeling next to you, with bed hair and all, looking like a deer caught in headlights - literally too, the flashlight from his phone illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. His eyes bugged out his head, while he frantically fumbled with his phone in an attempt to get the light off.

“Nonononono” Muttering as if you weren’t there, Tom obviously struggled to find the right button to shut it off - giving you amply opportunity to notice the other object in his lap.

A yellow tape measure?

Why the hell he was measuring you while you slept, completely unawares, was beyond you. The boy hand some explaining to do - primarily because… he interrupted your sleep.

“Tom what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry I-I just….just go back to sleep love.” It was weird, how he seemed defeated? He looked upset, and was doing that thing where he nervously ran his fingers through his brown curls.

“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing.” Sticking firmly, you reached over to flick the bedside light on, just as he finally got the torch off. The warm golden light illuminated to whole room, allowing you to more clearly assess the situation. The brunette was sat so he were almost leaning over you, with the tape measure but also you now noticed a little notebook and pen sat to the side. His despairing look had you immediately forgiving the interruption to your night- everything, melting away to concern. “What’s going on T?”

“You um-you weren’t supposed to-fuck! I’m sorry love I just-“ Reacting to his embarrassed ramblings, you sat up properly to cup his his cheeks with both your hands.

“Hey take a breath yeah? Then tell me why you’re being all creepy and sizing me up for a coffin or something?” He laughed breathily at that, but it was a smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“I wasn’t- I… can we just forget this happened?” He already started to get off the bed, wrapping the tape up in a very hurried manner. With a scowl you shook your head, leaping up to grab the yellow ribbon out his hands before he could fight back.

At that point it was too late for Tom. You saw the way the tape was labelled, not with cms or inches. Instead it was letters of the alphabet, starting at G and ending at Z. You would’ve been confused, except the fact you’d used this weird scale before, when you and your best friend got matching promise rings the other month.

Tom had been trying to measure your ring size.

You couldn’t help but let out a little ‘oh’ as it clicked - making Tom sigh heavily, still looking at you with worried and terrified eyes. It took a minute for you to face him, smiling weakly with a little gleam growing across your eyes.

“We should- we should uh, let’s go back to bed yeh?” Stammering through, you already almost forced the the tape back into his hands. Wordlessly he nodded jerkily and placed both the notebook, the tape and his phone on the bedside - as you flicked the lamp off.

Obviously, it was awkward as hell. Right now Tom knew you knew - he was less convinced though on how you reacted. Now he was doubting whether you wanted that- if you wanted to be his wife. The silence was defeneing, the bedsheets the only noise to interrupt as you both settled back onto the pillows. Tom left a bit on no-mans land in the middle, not wanting to push it.

Really there was no reason to not move and cuddle up to him, even slightly cruel. You knew Tom was worried that he’d fucked up massively. You could hear his breathing shake, as you both stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was slightly horrible, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely blissfully happy. Tom was your future and it was good to know he was starting to get the ball rolling.

“I’m a size N” You whispered up to the ceiling “just for the record.” You both swivelled to look at each other simultaneously, your smirk completely overwhelmed by the smile of pure joy that grew on Tom’s face. Yes the room was dark and you could barely see, but that image might just be one that lives forever in your memory - as your absolute favourite.

“Just-just so we’re on the same page… um, thats your fourth finger? Left hand?”

Finally moving from the awkward position, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck, legs wrapping round his. You chose not to answer super specifically, because it seemed like he was asking more than just one question there. Just very broad and very open to interpretation answer.

“Yes and… and um yes too…just for the record”

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Number 4 with Jake

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Prompt. 4 "I don't care about tradition-- if you try to kiss me under the mistletoe, I'm going to start swinging."

Three days into this visit, and Y/n was already ready to hide in her room with soundproof headphones to avoid the boys. Since she had walked through the door with her suitcase, she was bombarded by the twins, near constant chatter came from Josh, and Jake was attached to her. It was a lot to handle, being friends with the boys always was. It only got worse when she and Jake started dating, having to tiptoe around with him as to not alert the others about their relationship. It's not that they didn’t want the others to know about it, they just enjoyed the privacy of their own space when they were away from Sam, Danny and Josh— plus it meant they didn’t have to listen to Josh talk about how he always knew they’d end up together, and that he was the whole reason the two of they met in the first place.

She walked out of her room when she received a text telling her to come downstairs. Making her way to the top of the stairs to see all of the boys sitting around the living room. The sound of her walking towards them made the four turn to look at her, and she locked eyes with Jake, whose smile widened at the sight of his girlfriend. She bounced down the stairs, coming to a stop at the bottom, looking at the boys expectantly.

“You requested me— what’s up?” She asked, leaning against the railing.

“We were just discussing the mistletoe situation this year, and wanted to get your opinion.” Josh said, leaning over the couch to engage her in the conversation.

“What about the mistletoe situation?” She asked, oblivious as to what the hell they were trying to imply.

“Well— who are you gonna kiss this year Y/n, you kissed me on the cheek last year— which I still argue doesn’t really count-- but I’ve moved past it—”

“Yeah I can tell.” She said, interrupting Sam in the middle of his long-winded explanation.

“Anyways, Danny is taken, so that only leaves our very own Jake and Josh. So who’s it gonna be Y/n? Will either of the twins be the lucky one to kiss you under the mistletoe?” Sam finished, looking expectantly at her for an answer.

The group all fell silent, looks being exchanged between them.

“I— I’ll do it, if Jake doesn’t get to her first.” Josh said, looking between his brother and the silent girl standing at the bottom of the stairs.

The twins locked eyes, staring at each other for a moment before launching themselves off of the couch. They pushed each other around, sliding to a halt in front of Y/n, who flinched slightly at the boys barreling at her.

“I’m not kissing either of you.” Y/n said, looking at the twins with a raised eyebrow.

“Awe come on Y/n—”

“—it’s tradition.”

Sam and Danny looked at her with the same puppy dog eyes the twins had been showing her, finishing each other's sentence as a plea to her. She rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of the boys in front of her.

“I don’t care about tradition— if any of you try to kiss me under the mistletoe, I’m going to start swinging.” She said, moving past the hanging plant, and the boys stood directly ahead of her.

Y/n brushed her hand on Jakes as she passed, offering a smile to him as she made her way to the couch. She hopped over the back of the couch, making herself comfortable in the center, quickly being joined once again by the twins.

“So— do you guys wanna watch a movie?”

Sam barely made it halfway into the movie before he fell asleep. Danny woke him up and told him to go to bed. Danny helped Sam groggily make the journey to his room, before

saying his good nights to the group and walking to his own room.

Josh lasted till the credits, his head rolling every once and a while as his exhaustion took over.

“Joshy, buddy— go to sleep hun.” Y/n said, looking at the tired boy.

He hummed in response, sliding from the couch and standing to go to his room. He turned on his heel and gave her a sleepy nod.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He said, then turned his head to his brother.

“Are you going to bed Jake?” He asked.

“I will soon— I’m not really tired yet.” Jake replied, looking at his very tired looking twin.

“Alright, goodnight you two.” Josh said before turning around and walking upstairs to his room.

The two waited for the sound of Josh’s bedroom door closing before they turned to each other.

“Took him long enough, he’s been falling asleep for at least half an hour.” Jake said, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap.

They sat and stared at each other for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace.

“Are you ready to go to bed baby?” He asked, feeling her head push into the crease of his neck.

She grumbled a response that he took as a yes. Jake lifted her arms around his shoulders and grabbed ahold of her thighs before standing from the couch. He made it to the edge of the staircase, coming to a halt, and looking up at the ceiling, the small sprig of mistletoe hanging above them.

“Y/n.”

She hummed a response.

“Look at me baby.” He said, adjusting his grip to hold her more comfortably.

She removed her head from his shoulder, giving Jake a curious look. He gave her a small grin, looking up to the ceiling, then back to her. She got the message, giving him a small smile in return before moving her hands to either side of his jaw and leaning in, connecting their lips.

Their lips parted slightly, a smirk forming on Jake's face.

“I guess I’m the lucky twin then.”

She rolled her eyes leaning in once again to connect her lips with his one again.

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