#or smth idk. I need to go to bed now I’m tired

[enteragoodnamehere]

oops reblogged that one to the wrong blog. but idc my hatred for davy jones paranatural is stronger than a sideblog can contain

[vmbrq]

okay so I was reading your post answering abt ethan being tied up and blindfolded and HOLY. SHIT. 👀

but honestly I wanna see more of dom ethan. don’t get me wrong I love sub ethan but I feel like a guy like him would absolutely DESTROY (im being dramatic LMAO) you. like this boy is strong asf and he would definitely use that to his advantage!!!

in person he would be sweet, chill and shy. probably stuttering around you and blushing H.E.A.V.I.L.Y. but once he got you alone…

he’d pin you down to the bed and whisper things into your ear, knowing the power he has over you.

i also feel like ethan COULD be into kink. idk it’s just a feeling I have abt him…

ONE MORE THING

his arms. HIS ARMS. HIS ARMS ARE SO STRONG FOR WHAT? A dork like him has arms like that?!?!?!? man. i ain’t never wanted a guy so badly in my life…😭

I’m so embarrassed. 😭😭😭

literally don't be embarrassed because you and i are in the same boat LMAOO and there's just smth so interesting about exploring the potentials of both sides of his personality. bc the way he yanked anika up off the floor and onto her feet with one arm? oh my god????? he's so strong????

in public and in non-sexual situations, he's all about forehead kisses and linking pinkies and flushes pink and laughs when you compliment him bc he doesn't quite know how to react yet. but i am also frothing at the MOUTH at the thought of him flipping the script in private LIKE???? HELLO????

it may have taken him a while, but he'd already be aware of how your brain just kinda melts whenever he shows off his physique in any way, such as lifting heavy objects from your hands to carry them instead, carrying you whenever you're too tired to move or your feet hurt too badly to walk, or even when he idly rubs his hand over his opposite bicep when he's lost in thought or stretches his arms above his head.

mentions of smut under cut ; minors dni

so when he finds out that it extends to the bedroom, he doesn't shy away from utilizing it every now and then. his physical prowess makes an appearance whenever you're burnt out or completely drained but still needing a release, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he pins your body down or keeps your thighs pried apart so you can't escape the pleasure he gives you. all you have to do is let yourself go and give yourself over to him, and he'll make sure all you can do is lay there and take it.

but aside from that, tbh he would also do it just because he can. you honestly don't stand a chance against him in a competition of strength, but he thinks it's cute if you still try to squirm or push back against his grip to try to overpower him. he's heavy, pressing you right where he wants you, and you can't do anything about it. the little power trip emboldens him, and whether you've freely relinquished control or are still attempting to resist, he's talking. he rambles right in your ear, commenting on how well you're taking him and how pretty you look under him and how you want it so badly, he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[he-goes-down]

Idk if u do requests but can u do a rly good slash angst where maybe he says smth hiiigh n they get into argument and then make up sex

I DO REQUESTS DW BOOKIE

ILL TRY MY BEST I HAVENT DONE ANGST IN AGES

This is absolute dookie i apologize you can shoot me in the face with a bazooka if you wish

Masterlist

Love Lies

Pairing: Slash x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v and angst , argument, fighting, crying and mention of addiction

Second Person POV:

It had been weeks since you and Slash actually had a normal conversation or even done couple things. Since the realise of the album and the money racked in, he spent the money on drugs on booze and to town everyday, coming back home late and completely out of it. You were home alone most of the time, your quality time was gone. Any time together was gone.

It was 1 am. Again. You lied in bed, rubbing your fingers together. Nervousness. You tried to give him another chance and wait for him to return. You had enough of this waiting and stressing. You turned off the bedside light and turned on your side holding the covers with irritation.

3 am rolls around, you were in a sleeping, and anxious state. But it was finally getting to you being so tired that you could drift to sleep. As you drifted Slash had came in, drunk. Falling onto the bed, groaning and mumbling. You didn’t realise he was there until the bed creaked and he slumped an arm over your waist and tried pulling you closer. You groaned in annoyance and pushed his arm off you, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He was confused, that drunken confusion turned into drunken anger. “Hey!” He shouted with a groggy groan. He tried to out his arms around you again but you pushed him off again with a-lot more irritation. “What the fuck is the problem?” He yelled. You quickly turned on the light next to your bed side and sat up to look at him. “Are you serious?” You asked with disgust. “The problem is you coming home every night at 3 am. Saul I don’t even see you during the day! At all!” You told him. Calling him Saul drove a stake through his heart and sobered him up real fast, you’d never call him that, and now he could see you were dead serious and angry. “But-…” “But fucking what? Hm? You need to be drinking so much? You need to be around all those girls 24/7? What happened to ‘your girl’?” You shut him up. He always called you his girl and showed you off to everyone he knew. But now it was like you were invisible and forgotten. “I’m… Sorry.” He sputtered. You just rolled your eyes and groaned a ‘mhm’. You got out of the bed, “I’m going to sleep on the couch. Night.” You said as you walked to the door. Slash speed and scrambled off the bed.

“No baby please…” He said as he grabbed you arm pulling you to stay. You tried to get your arm away from his grasp but he just didn’t let go. “Please.” He begged. Your eyes went from his hand that held you to his eyes. Sparkling with tears that were forming, his face laced with worry. “ I don’t want to hear it.” You said. But you wanted to, you wanted him to say sorry and everything go back to normal. But how would you know if it will turn back. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” He pleaded. Tears now falling down his cheeks. God you couldn’t do this when he cried. Fuck it broke you. You stopped struggling under his grasped and gave him a sincere look. You went to hug him and he hugged you back holding you tight. Crying into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed. You were about to cry as-well, but still so much rage was filled in you. “I don’t want too either.” You told him. Thoughts were still spinning in your head as to if he’ll change. But you gave him that chance. “I love you honey.” You kissed his cheek getting out of the hug. You then told him how you still needed to cool down and that he needed to start doing something about his drinking and partying problems. You were going to walk out if the bedroom again, but Slash fell to his knees and began. “Baby please, I need you with me now.” He said, his eyes still watery.

“I’ll make it up to you, right now.” He said as he pleaded. You looked at him quizzically. “I’ll help you…” He began to speak again. His hands now on your legs trailing your thighs. “Cool down.” He finished and he began kissing your bare inner thighs and then your clothed area. You whined, you missed the feeling of him pleasing you. This was definitely making up for it. He looked up at you, his fingers moving away the fabric of your short pyjama pants, and feeling your already wet cunt. “Oh god fuck.” You moaned as he slowly entered your pussy with his two thick fingers. Stretching you out as he watched your head fling back with lust. He began to pump in and out of you. Curling his fingers and pressing against your sweet spot, making your stomach turn and legs buckled. He smirked as he watched you moan his name. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine, and pushed you onto the bed. Spreading your legs and pulling your pants down with one swift move. Then putting your legs over his shoulders and planting his face onto your pussy. Kissing and licking your pussy. “Fuck-… Slash…” you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. Slash sucked on your clit as he put his fingers back into you. Finger fucking you whilst your wet coated his fingers and dripped down his big hand. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue flicked your clit, making you writhe under him as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. “Oh fuck!” Your head flew back onto the bed as you came all over his fingers and moaned curses. He pulled out his dripping fingers and licked them, getting every last drop of you in his mouth. You sighed as he now crawled on top of you, kissing your passionately. Tasting yourself as his tongue found his way into your mouth. His hips grinding against yours, feeling his big hard on against your bare cunt. “Slash… please…” you begged against his mouth. Now it was your turn to plead for him. “What is it baby?” He asked as his kiss went to attack you neck. “Fuck me.” You said. You hadn’t had his dick in you in ages and your body was begging for him. “Anything you say doll.” He told you. Taking off his clothes and tossing it to the floor before positioning himself at your aching pussy. His dick was bigger than you had remembered, you whimpered at the sight of it. He slowly penetrating you and stretching your pussy out even more. “Fuck, I love you…” he groaned as you clenched tightly around him. His head slumping in the crook of your neck. His hands held your legs pushing it back into you to get the right angle to pound into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He pulled out swiftly and pushed back into you, hips snapping and a loud slap echoed. You screamed as he perfectly hit your g spot, making you cry with pleasure. He groaned with each thrust into you, god he could cry again, just thinking that he would have lost this from his recklessness, how could he have ever gave you up. You were so perfect in his mind. You were his and he was showing the neighbours just how much you belonged to him. You moaned loudly with each deep and fast thrust. His cock twitching inside of you as he was reaching his end. “God baby, I’m gonna cum.” He sighed, you were too, he felt you clench hard around him as his thrusts got sloppy and you both came at the same time. You coating his dick with your slick and him coating your walls with his cum.

“I’m so sorry honey, I love you so much.”

“I forgive you baby.”

A/n: THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER IM SO SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER 🙁 You can yell at me all you want I apologise 🤞

[ssho197]

period started, now what about bf xiao caring for you?

pls send help my stomach hurts real bad god sleeping at night is going to be hell. hoping my pad keeps my bed safe from everything

so…….. have you guys heard of a rainbow kiss before………….. yeah me neither…………….

boyfriend xiao who definitely didn’t understand periods at all and just never asked questions, until a conversation like this went down. “hey xiao i’m gonna go to the store to get some pads do you need anything?” x: “no im alright. also what are pads for?” then you had to sit down with him and have the talk. clearly zhongli didn’t educate his son on sex ed

boyfriend xiao who probably made “it’s that time of the month again” jokes until once you cried bc of how messy emotions feel before it hits (idk abt anyone else but that’s how it is for me, i feel so agitated all the time before it hits 😭)

boyfriend xiao who would lay in your lap and keep his hand on your stomach or hold a hot water bottle to your stomach while you’d watch a movie or smth together. even though you’d say, “xiao.. it doesn’t smell that good down there.. you sure you want to lay there?” he’d probs just give a nod and keep watching the show

boyfriend xiao who would take all the behavioural signs that you’re letting off so he can tell where you are in your cycle and whatever, yk oval week bleeding week and whatever else there is idfk.

boyfriend xiao who would either be super close with you or super far away from you during your period, he’d prepare hot tea and hot water bottles for you, he’d buy chocolate for you and cook whatever you’re craving (not that he can cook but you’re too tired to get up and make anything better)

boyfriend xiao who would MAKE his own chocolate for you (idk i just see xiao i’m the kitchen OMFG ITS VISIBLES CHEF XIAO SERIES AGAIN OMFG EBERYTHING HAS BECOME FULL CIRCLE)

boyfriend xiao who would not understand how oval week works and think that someone drugged you to make to behave this way in front of him, then you had to have another sit down talk with him.

boyfriend xiao who would make sure the bathroom is always stocked with pads OR TAMPONS (I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT TAMPONS) omfg wait there’s other menstrual products too 💀 forgot abt them. just imagine xiao keeps the bathroom stocked up mkay

boyfriend xiao who would still want to have happy banging time but doesn’t want to hurt you so you decide to just rub one out for him (i giggled at this 💀)

[jubiilee13]

hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

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you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

--

yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

[werebutch]

Guy who is annoying and weird. Chill outttttbruh

Seriously though I’m so tired of having to wait on everyone in my family there are days where I have to wait hours in the car doing nothing because I live too far from everything so I can’t go home or I never know when they’ll be done doing whatever so I can’t exactly do anything else. At school I have to wait for my sister for at least 2 hours and yes I can do homework but god. Still. And yes I do do other shit during that but there’s only so much I can do out. Then I have to go home, sometimes shop beforehand (which I usually do while waiting but still..), cook dinner, spend a sympathy hour or 2 with my dad or he’ll kill himself, THEN I have time to do my own stuff like clean up bunnies + room + do homework + fun stuff. That’s usually only 3 hours before I go to bed. It fluctuates obviously. I know I’m being really stupid bc I have it pretty good I have a real house where I don’t have to pay rent and shit but I’m still gonna complain a little. It was way worse last year when my other sister was in hs but my family literally can’t function without me doing this stuff. I have to keep track of all appointments and school stuff for them too. They keep me so busy that I can’t work. Like my dad will beg me not to work because if I do he will have to get off his ass. Cause I can’t possible do everything. When my summer job rolls around he calls me evil and selfish for working it but if I don’t I’m even more broke the rest of the year. But at least I’m not as busy since there’s no school. It’s just such stupid stuff right now I can’t wait until I save up to move out 😭 and I have to do all this shit while they’re all telling me that I make their life worse etc etc like wtaf ? Am I insane like am I just so spoiled that I’m making up problems for myself or are they real. Because I genuinely can’t tell. It used to be so much worse it’s insane that I’m still not happy LMAO. So I hate complaining about it on here but I also need to get it out SOMEWHERE. Ugh

I hate seeming like I’m fishing for validation or sympathy bc I’m not I just need to talk somewhere.. I feel so crazy guilty having people tell me that I’m ok for thinking this. So don’t 😭😭 even if it’s really sweet. I appreciate it a lot but idk. It’s like okay well how would you know..you know. Like what if I’m unknowingly twisting my story to seem worse or something and I’m actually just spoiled and looking for smth to complain abt. Idk

[hecateisalesbian]

OOO ask game, all questions >:)

This one is for you and @bloodied-dagger and @idontliketomatoesleavemealonebut I’m only answering this one cuz your way of asking was better (L old man)

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Uhhhh. Depends. I don’t really drink soda, but I do like monster so monster cans, I hate water bottles unless I put something in it that isn’t water (often), I don’t drink wine (it’s gross), and tea cups are just fancier coffee mugs. Honestly tho mainly depends on A. The drink and B. What I will do with it (coffee mugs for sickness, Tumblers for taking a drink somewhere, etc)

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate Bars (dark chocolate is better fight me)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

flavor or actually food. The bumble gum flavor is delicious but you can’t really compare two totally different foods I eat for two very different occasions/reasons

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Gifted

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

don’t drink soda (unless it’s monster than from the can)

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Depends on what, but my overall style depends on my gender of the day™️

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones but I only have earbuds sadness

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows

9. favorite smell in the summer?

I hate summer (the smell of it ENDING. Also like ice cream or smth idk)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Basketball or Soccor, but my school plays the dumb versions/their own versions so I often just don’t play lol

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

idk. Some protein waffles, eggs (with sausage sometimes), overnight oats, yogurt w/ whatever, toast, etc

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Across the Spiderverse Soundtrack- jk but I don’t have one so none?

13. lanyard or key ring?

wait hold on I forget the difference lemme google-

Neither carabiner (but probs lanyard)

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

🤷🏼‍♀️ fruit? Idk. I don’t eat a lot of candy besides chocolate

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Because of Winn-Dixie (go read it its SOOOO good)

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Gay

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Doc Martens, followed by my Mary Janes, converse or combats, etc

18. ideal weather?

rainy and thundery with BIG flashes and stuff that shakes ur house

19. sleeping position?

gay (but with my dog)

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

laptop cuz it’s easy but I don’t have one ✨

21. obsession from childhood?

Harry Potter :/ it’s okay/gooodish but the author (JOANNE ROWLING EVERYONE-) is a major TERF, but I try not to associate the works.

22. role model?

my sister :}

23. strange habits?

not strange but I bite my nails. Also your basic nd habits.

24. favorite crystal?

ameythsyt cuz it’s purple (I’m tired I’m not spelling correctly it’s up to the gods (autocorrect) now)

25. first song you remember hearing?

uh

happy birthday?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sit inside in the AC

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

skiing

28. five songs to describe you?

If this counts

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk with me over something I really like :}

30. places that you find sacred?

My BED

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Doc martens and anythign that says hot hobo hippie goth emo alt gay genderfluid

32. top five favorite vines?

“He need some MILK!”

“FRE SHA VACA DO“Lebronnnn Jamesss”

“You almost made me drop my crooisaantttt :{“

“And they were roomates 😦”

“two brrooosss chillin in a hot tob, five feet apart cuz they’re ❌🏳️‍🌈”

“Road work ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it does”

“A 🥔 ✈️ around my rooommm”

idk those are just the ones I can Remeber right now, but there’s a whole bunch

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“ 💀 “ or “ sobbinggg”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

I don’t have cable so I don’t get a lot but ONE TIME I got this 4 hour long ad so that was cool

35. average time you fall asleep?

anywhere from 8 pm to 8 pm as in I stayed up the past 24 hours

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

idk

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase, otherwise your laundering money

38. lemonade or tea?

tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

tried both, don’t care

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Too many but to make it easy for you were known as the drug school

41. last person you texted?

My mom probs

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

how about both

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

leather but all r pretry good

44. favorite scent for soap?

c l e a n

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

whatever, I’m not picky

47. favorite type of cheese?

Gouda is bussin but it ties with blueberry goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit for the sick name or grapes but only the green kind cuz the reds suck

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“ur mom”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk but I do know I spat water out of my nose so it must’ve been funny

51. current stresses?

life

52. favorite font?

who

who has a favorite font

53. what is the current state of your hands?

tired from all this typing

54. what did you learn from your first job?

what counts as a job

55. favorite fairy tale?

the original ones

56. favorite tradition?

halloween

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

life

Gay/transgender awakening

discord

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

draw

act

sing

autism

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“COWABUMMER”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

does owl house count-? Probs assassination classrooom

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“us weirdos have to stick together” 😭

“we’re supposed to be the good guys.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

Luz noceda

Anne boonchuy

Gwen stacy

Sasha waybright

amity blight

hunter noceda

Marcy Wu

Soooo many more

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Start a Band (Outro)- /j idk

64. favorite website from your childhood?

uhhhhhh. Who. Who has that?

65. any permanent scars?

lots

66. favorite flower(s)?

snapdragon maybe

67. good luck charms?

I have a lot most are in my room, l just trinkets from friends or loved ones

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

grape medicine

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

your nose grease can be used as chapstick

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

idk

72. worst subject?

PE lol

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I used to love mixing Dr Pepper/Root beer in general and lemonade together. Sooooo good

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

-10

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

like a few months old when I got in a car accident (I lost my two bottom teeth and for 7 years I had to sing all I want for Christmas are my two bottom teeth)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

chips or fries probably

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

idk

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

neither or coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

idk I haven’t seen either in years/ever

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

both

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

Depends (ow my hand hurts)

83. writing or drawing?

Both make me suffer

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology and fairy tales often have the same story depending on which one you read

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies cupcakes make my stomach hurt

87. your greatest fear?

spiders

88. your greatest wish?

to be a shapeshifter

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my sister

90. luckiest mistake?

Dunno

91. boxes or bags?

for what (bags)

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights

93. nicknames?

for who?

94. favorite season?

fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

ibis paint

96. desktop background?

don’t have a desktop

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

like 3

98. favorite historical era?

Any really

[moonchildstyles]

BESTIE!! i have to start by saying that i’ve missed being on here i have been so busy w school!!!! i hope you’re doing well!!!!

now🥸 i have to get smth off my. chest. i’ve been on a pedro pascal kick recently and i’m watching narcos but oh my god there’s this scene where he manhandles a woman and he says “ur breaking my fing heart baby” and when i tell u i Screamed. like pllssss the scene isn’t rly sexual apart from that but to me it screams prosecco h if yn is ever annoyed at him for smth like rly small and she’s been giving him the silent treatment for the day and she’s been ignoring im and being short. he’s super upset at first and gives her space but then it gets to be later in the evening and she’s still going strong but he’s in a mood and isn’t just gonna take his girlfriend not speak to him so makes sure to sneak up behind her while she’s in the bathroom getting ready for bed and starts trailing little kisses on her neck and teasing a little like been mad at me all day baby hm? can u please say something to me? i miss hearing your pretty voice. and she’s cracking bc she misses her man but she was rly annoyed!! but she’s rly liking what he saying so she wants to keep up the act for a little bit longer so she just says nothing except look at him through the mirror and just “hmphs” and goes back to doing her skincare. harry even notices that she’s not wearing anything unde her silk robe and he’s just 🥸🥸 i need to make her happy w me right now. so he keeps kissing her and touching her and he just lets out a sigh when she still doesn’t speak and he says you’re really breaking my heart here pretty. i can’t stand when you’re upset with me. and maybe his hand starts trailing further down and reaches where the robe hits her thigh and slightly pushed it to the side. he keeps kissing her and he can tell that she knows where this is going and she’s just “you rly upset me harry but im sorry for ignoring you honey i love u” and he starts rubbing and yk 🥸 getting to it and he says “been depriving me of your pretty voice all day baby. now i need u to b loud for me ok pretty?” but yea this might b a little out there for them idk i’m rly tired but i just missed being on here!! -👹

omg first of all bestie im so happy youre back its all good do not worry about being active on here if you have other things to take care of !!!!!! im happy whenever you can pop by:(

but now....to this 🥸 like she KNOWS shes being petty its just the way when she told him she was getting upset about something at school maybe like one of her classmates was just being annoying and she was complaining a little and he did that thing that guys do esp cause hes older bc he just doesn't Get it and he laughs a little like "baby then don't talk to her ? its not a big deal, drama queen" and hes meaning to be teasy and like playful w her and like he thinks hes being helpful but he doesn't GET it she has to talk to her theyre paired up and shes also friends w one of her other friends so she can't just blow her off and all of this stuff and he called her a DRAMA QUEEN?????? sure he's called her that before and she knows he was just being affectionate but thats not what to say to her rn! its like basically telling her to calm down which is not!!! what she needs to hear!!! so shes just grumped immediately bc fine then she won't talk bc its not a big deal and shes just a drama queen fine and she just finds an excuse like homework or something to leave the room after and she just ghosts him most of the day like not talking and being a little petty and leaving the room when he comes to sit w her and only making lunch for herself and like after he catches on that shes not just like...happens to be busy when he comes to cuddle or whatever then hes like ????baby????? like kind of confused bc where did this come from but he gives her space to feel whatever she needs to feel until it comes to bed time and shes all dressed in her little robe and her hairs pulled back as shes doing her skincare and everything in his bathroom and like she knows she needs to talk to him before going to sleep bc theres no way shes getting into bed w him when shes annoyed but anyway when he comes in and cuddles up behind her shes.....like shes not mad but seeing him again and how hes pleading w her to talk to him she just wants to stick to her guns bc shes stubborn! but omg when he kisses over her neck and grabs her wrists and holds them to her chest while he sways them a little pushing his hips against her backside and looking at her through the mirror like she knows shes going to cave all it takes is him dropping her hands to he can start slipping his own under her robe and feeling her skin but he still "you're breaking my heart baby really. I haven't heard your pretty voice or touched you all day:(" shes a goner immediately!!!!! looking up at him w sparkly eyes and you hurt my feelings this morning but im sorry I didn't talk to you:( and all is definitely forgiven when shes extra loud for him in bed to make up for lost time

(and ofc they have a long talk after about like hurt feelings and why what he said upset her and why what she did wasn't okay to ignore him and all but you know)

[aidtale-of]

Aidtale: Origins-Chapter 3

The same morning begins down in the Underground. Papyrus knocks on Sans’s door, calling to him.

“Sans? Sans, are you awake?”

No answer. Papyrus knocks until he’s sure Sans has woken.

“Sans!”

“What?” Sans grumbles, rolling over in bed, glancing at his clock and noting that it’s only 6 am.

“Sans, you have to get ready right now.”

“Why? It’s barely morning.”

“Because we have to be the first ones there. I heard from tv that some humans are nocturnal, so one probably fell at night. Plus, I’ve got some new puzzles I want to try out!”

Sans sits up in bed. “Alright, I’ll be out in a few.”

“Great!”

Footsteps recede from Sans’s door, followed by a door closing. Sans goes to head downstairs. He holds his foot out over the first stair, then teleports into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of ketchup from his side, ignoring the sense of deja vu. He goes to sit on his couch, taking a moment to feed his pet rock. Still tired, Sans settles further into the couch. Papyrus comes out of his room to see Sans already napping on the couch. He stands over him in a huff.

“Sans! You lazybones! Are you sleeping again?”

“Nah, just resting my eyes.”

Papyrus picks up Sans and places him on his feet. “Nice try, but I’m not falling for that one again. Have you eaten?”

“Yep.”

“Great! Let’s go!”

They leave their home. As Sans goes to lock the door, Papyrus pats his non-existent pockets.

“Oops! I forgot something!” Papyrus runs back into the house, leaving Sans outside to wait. He comes back out with a box of bones. “Ok, now we can go.”

They walk through Snowdin, saying hi to everyone as they go. They walk all the way through Snowdin forest to Sans’s station.

“Alrighty Sans, don’t forget to recalibrate your puzzles. We don’t need anything failing if the human arrives.”

“I’ll get right to it.”

Papyrus, satisfied, walks away with his box of bones. Once he’s far enough away, Sans sits at his post, pulling a hot dog from underneath. As he eats, he gets a notification on his phone. He looks, and sees that it’s a text from Alphys.

“Hey Sans, I need you to look at this.”

She then sends a photo accompanied by some text.

“I was checking on some things regarding our research, and all of this just appeared out of nowhere.”

The picture is one of her computer screen. There are diverting lines going all over the place.

“u already sent me this” Sans texts back.

“W-what? What are you talking about? This is the first time I’ve seen this. There’s no way that i’ve sent this before. Though, now that you mention it, it does seem familiar.”

“ah, its probably just deja vu or smth. why do they stop like that though?”

“Uh, well, my theory is that there’s something powerful enough to simply stop time and restart everything.”

“kinda like flowey was doing?”

“. . . .Yes? But this looks wayyy different.” She sends a video accompanied by text. “Watch.”

The video shows Alphys scrolling through the timelines. Sans watches as the timelines start to lose variation, turning from varying lengths to the same, consistent, cut-off line, then disappearing entirely, leaving a number where a timeline should’ve gone. The count stops at 570, with the 570th one showing as in progress. 

Huh, that’s weird. Sans rewatches the video in curiosity.

“where are the other ones?”

“Idk. Like I said, i’ve never seen this before.”

“hmm. maybe you accidentally deleted it”

“Maybe… I’ll check. What are you up to rn?”

“working”

“:( ok good luck.”

Sans puts his phone away and leans back in his chair. He closes his eyes to sleep, then dodges a pellet thrown at him from Flowey. He opens an eye.

“Y’know, if you wanna kill me, you gotta try harder than that.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, just seeing if you were awake.”

“Why? Are you looking for Papyrus? Cause, uh, he isn’t here.”

“I don’t need him. I was looking for you because…” He grumbles.

“..why? Because it looks like you’re about to say something you might regret.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Depends.”

“...I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I need your help.”

Sans is taken aback. “Uh..is this some kind of joke? Cause it ain’t particularly funny.”

“Trust me, you were the last person I’d ever even want to talk to,” he sighs, “But, unfortunately, you’re the one with both the knowledge and strength I need.”

“What for?”

…

“In about an hour or so, a human’s going to fall into the Underground-”

“Cool, thanks for the heads up.”

“No! Not cool! They’re going to kill everyone. And I mean everyone! And the only way we can stop them is if someone takes their soul for good.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.” Sans pulls his hood over his head. Flowey looks at him, displeased.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Well, I could, but even if I did,” he peeks from under his hood, “why would I help you?”

“You don’t want to see everyone die, do you? This does include you and Papyrus, y’know.”

“..Funny. I coulda sworn that that’s happened before. Though, that wasn’t because of a human, now was it?”

Flowey’s face scrunches, seething. “I thought your job was to help people.”

“My job is to watch for humans, not help weeds I don’t trust.”

…

“Fine. Don’t believe me.” Flowey scorns, his voice full of venom. “But when everyone you know and love starts to die and you wonder what you could’ve done, I hope you think about this moment and cry.” Flowey burrows into the snow, disappearing from view. Sans scoffs and pulls his hood further down. “By the way,” Flowey calls out from farther away, “at the very least, go see Papyrus before packing your things.” Flowey leaves again. Sans is left alone, so he goes to sleep.

Sans wakes up later to the sound of the door to the ruins closing. He takes a look, but can’t make out the person that just walked out, so he teleports closer. Taking a closer look, he sees it’s a human, just like Flowey said. Sans gives the same introduction and they go through the same old routine, telling the human to keep pretending to be one, then teleporting away. The day goes about as well as one could expect with trying to get a murderous child to participate in puzzles and japes. Soon, Sans finds himself in Snowdin Town, once again helping the monsters evacuate. He goes to his home and is about to pack his and Papyrus’s things, but pauses for a moment, thinking about what Flowey said earlier. Sans backs slowly from the front door and instead heads for where Papyrus was going to fight the human. Fog clouds the area. Sans can barely make out the shape of something disintegrating into the snow. He walks closer, the fog disappearing. The human walks away into Waterfall, stepping in Papyrus’s dust as they go. Sans’s mind runs a million miles a minute. How could this happen so quickly? How strong is this kid? This thing?...Why does this feel so familiar?

His phone starts to ring. Sans stares at his pocket for a moment, letting the phone ring, before he picks it up. Alphys is on the other end, yelling.

“Sans? Sans, help! I-I can’t find them! I can’t find the human!”

“They just entered Waterfall. Look near the entrance,” Sans tells her, his voice monotone.

“R-really?! Oh my gosh, they’re moving so fast! W-what about you and Papyrus? Are you two..Have you made it out?”

“No, we haven’t.”

“Where are you? Where’s Papyrus?”

“. . .”

“..Sans?”

“..He’s dead.”

“Oh. Oh god. I..I’m so sorry..”

Sans shakes his head, “It’s fine. We should focus on evacuations.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Get here as soon as possible.”

“I will. See ya.” Sans hangs up, staring at the pile of dust.

“Bet you believe me now.” Flowey’s voice pipes up from behind. Sans slowly puts his phone away.

“Yeah. Sure. I believe you.” Bones rise out of the ground around Flowey and lift him into the air, taking the dirt along with him. Sans turns to face him. “So tell me, if you knew what was going on, why are you helping them?”

“Ha..helping them? What do you mean?” Flowey’s voice tremors a little. 

“Don’t play dumb. Papyrus…all of his puzzles and traps are covered in vines, and last I checked, the kid’s not made of plants.”

Flowey shifts around, uncomfortable. “I was making things go faster. This timeline’s already screwed, and you weren’t going to help, so might as well let the human reset and try again.”

“Reset, huh?”

Flowey nods. “That human..they have..way more determination than I could ever hope for. That’s how they’re able to come back every time and kill everyone. If I remember correctly, they’ve reset about 570 times already.” Sans thinks for a second, then pulls out his phone as Flowey continues. “And the worst part is that no one else remembers. No one can remember. All of you just spout off the same stupid lines about ‘deja vu’ and…what are you doing?”

“Just checkin’ something.” He turns back to Flowey. “Ok, so, question. If you knew all of this was happening, why didn’t you try getting help before..oh, I don’t know, 100 runs? Or even 10?”

Flowey pauses for a moment in reminiscence. “I..thought they were…,” he shakes his head, “It doesn’t matter. I’m trying to stop it now, isn’t that enough?”

“Maybe.”

Sans looks back at his phone. The video Alphys sent earlier with the timeline list finishes playing, stopping at 570.

Flowey tries to look Sans in the eyes. “So? Are you helping or what?”

“Heh,” Sans puts his phone away, “sure. I’ll try to help… in the next run.” He starts to walk away. 

“What? Why the next run?”

“Well, it’s like you said. This timeline’s screwed, so why bother?”

“You’ll forget everything in the reset though.”

Sans thinks for a moment, then smiles wider. “Oh yeah, you’re right. Luckily, I have a solution for this. A passcode. One that only I know. I usually save it, just in case I come across a time traveler. So, next time, just pop by my window or something, tell me the code, then fill me in on everything, capiche?”

“Ok, what’s the code?”

Sans gets closer, gesturing for Flowey to do the same. He whispers the code to him. Flowey reels back.

“I’M NOT SAYING THAT! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?”

“Well, that’s the code I have.”

“You gotta have something else.”

“Can’t. If I change it now, you’ll use the wrong code and I won’t know.”

Flowey grumbles, “You jerk, fine!”

“Cool.”

Sans recalls the bones, sending the chunk of dirt crashing back into the ground. He begins to walk off when Flowey calls out after him.

“That’s what they’re looking for, by the way.”

Sans takes a look back. Flowey continues.

“A change. That’s what the human’s looking for. So try to act normal.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

Flowey disappears into the dirt. Sans stares for a bit, then teleports into Alphys’s lab.

“‘Sup Al.”

“AH!” Alphys flinches at Sans’s sudden appearance. She readjusts her glasses. “Sans! I-I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I didn’t either, whatcha up to?”

“I, uh..I came up with a plan.”

“K. What is it?”

“Uh, well, I-I called..well, I didn’t call her, Mettaton did, b-but we called Undyne a-and told her what’s going on. So she’s going to help evacuate Waterfall and maybe, hopefully stop the human. And if..if she…if she can’t..then..uh..” Alphys readjusts her glasses, “S-sorry.”

“It’s alright. What happens if she can’t?”

“..If she can’t, then I’m supposed to call Asgore and t-tell him to absorb the human souls so m-maybe he can defeat them.”

“Ok. Where will the escaped monsters go?”

“Well, we could take them to less populated areas, or harder to access places. I-if we really need to, we could take them to places that have already been affected, considering that it’s unlikely the human would look there again.”

“Ok. Are we going to help?”

“I need to put out the notice to the other areas, and after that I’m going to help with Hotland.”

“Alright. I’ll go move some monsters in Waterfall.”

With that, Sans teleports into Waterfall. The day goes just as last time, and soon, Sans finds himself back to dying in the judgment hall, telling the human where he’s going and asking if Papyrus wants anything before dissolving into dust.

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[cloudyyoungjaes]

When can I clock out?

Content warning: talks of suicide ideation, very vivid talks of mental health A/N: I wrote this for a workshop. Somehow people like this and when I read the first page “I straight up hate being alive [...] ...not that I was there to begin with” people said they liked it even more bc yk I somehow have a good presentation voice or smth. idk. heed the warnings.

 I straight up hate being alive. Loathe it. Tire of it. Most of the days blur together; sometimes they’re in greys and whites, other times…in this deep dark black void. Where there’s no way out and all I can do is curl up in silence while the lyrics from Meltdown ‘A morning without me // Would be perfect // All the gears meshing together // That's how the world would be’ blast through my head and Rin doing her high pitch scream… or sometimes it would be Super Junior’s Kyuhyun belting out those high notes in Mamacita while I try to put the feeling down of god do I not want to be awake right now in class. And not having a breakdown. Those happen too, unfortunately.

(I can only have one a month…rather, my heart mind and body won’t let me have more than one breakdown a month)

Often times I wonder when did my heart become numb. Numb to the world, numb to feelings, numb numb numb. I might have depression; I wish I knew. People say I’m lazy, that I’m not trying enough. Or maybe I just don’t care anymore. Missed deadlines, unfinished projects. They’re all left to dust, destined to sink because of my apathy. It’s my fault, it’s always my fault that I’m stuck like this. I stand still in an ever-moving world, wanting to go back to sleep every time I’m awake. I want fall deeper and deeper into sleep, so deep that no one can wake me. Alive with my heart ever beating, but asleep to the world. Maybe someone would eventually care that I was gone, or people would forget about me. I know people are going to fall eventually to the latter; I’m forgettable…no one really remembers me. I don’t think people would care enough to notice that I’m gone…not that I was there to begin with.

 I wear red. Red is my favorite color: red hair, red jacket, Red Mage main in Final Fantasy XIV. A color supposed to represent fire and brightness and passion and blood and to balance white and black magics. While I do wear red on the outside, I feel grey, and my world is in this stupid ass monochrome with the edges blurring and fading into black. Despair, if it had a color, would be the color black. The darkest abyss staring back at me with calm embrace. I want to fall in. I really want to fall into the deep end. Where I can scream and cry, no one else is around.

…It’s not like anyone is around anymore. In a sea of faceless people, a sea of random profile pictures, I’m alone. I’m so alone. People come and go, except when people go they fucking leave and I stand in this garbage pile of weighted lead and candy wrappers surrounding my bed and my soul. I’m tired of having to clean up, only for it to be messy again. Sometimes, I think it’s better to let that pile grow. Cleaning would help, but what’s the point? It’ll get messy again and at this point I can’t even care to clean it up. I wish I had someone to help me. But alas, I unfortunately have sleepy person disease and extreme apathy for the world.

 I stay attached to my bed. A sigh. My bed sheets haven’t been washed in weeks with its food stains and dust. Too tired to wash my bed sheets and blankets. Heavy…I just want to sleep. I’m like a phone with a shitty battery that needs to be plugged in. Homework? Who cares! I missed a deadline for a major project and I want to fucking avoid my professor who teaches that class. Friends? I barely have any to begin with, and the ones I made would eventually forget me. My parents? Rock relationship, even more so when I had a breakdown and they called in the middle of it and I lied* about it.

*Unfortunately they saw through my bullshit. I haven’t spoken to them since. I’m already ashamed of trying to hide crying over the phone.

The world is tiring. It’s getting expensive to just stay alive; food’s expensive as hell, healthcare is expensive as hell. I had to quit my job because I couldn’t handle juggling school and work at the same time so I have to rely on my parents. I already feel weak and pathetic, I won’t be able to graduate this semester like I told my parents; I want to curl up and die at this point. I’m so sick of having to make the first move; I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of having to be the one to reach out, of having to shout into the void and getting no response. I’m tired of having to build up friendships only for it to crumble in an instant. I’m tired. I’m tired and people don’t understand that.

They say they do, but do they really? People can see the world in pastel or bright over saturated colors or blinding neon fucking lights but all I see. All I see is this sick despairing monotone with the edges of black slowly seeping in to my eyes and soul, coloring my once bright soul and snuffing what little passion I had. Just. Smashing it into a fine powder in front of my eyes. I wonder if selling my soul to the devil was better than having no soul at all; at least the devil would be there to get me some help. Unfortunately we live in a reality where there’s no happy endings, only mediocre contentment. No one wins and everyone loses.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get to die on my own terms. I’m a coward. I’ll just—wither away until the only thing left of me is a soulless husk either with my heart beating…or stopping at a standstill.

 I’m tired.

I wish people would let me go.

[spinobsessed]

Everything Sucks Rn

tw: mention of sa near the end

my parents insisted on me getting my hair braided at a place none of us have been to before just bc it was cheaper, I absolutely hate how it looks and I have a headache from the braids and when I try to sleep tonight it’s going to hurt; and it’ll take hours for my mom to take out all the braids so now there’s wasted money and nobody is happy.

The bed is so uncomfy too, I already wake up in the middle of the night on a daily basis and this is just making it harder to sleep. the mattress isn’t very soft and the pillows constantly sink in and feel like I’m abt to fall off when I’m literally not.

I have 4 math things and some chapter annotations to finish along with key dates/places to memorize just for school which starts next Monday. I forgot that there were 10 math tasks and not just one so that is a tiring headache that takes up hours to do bc it’s hard. Idk how I’m gonna memorize this history stuff but the chapters won’t be hard.

I am not prepared to go to school I wanted to look pretty and I need to get all my stuff together but since we moved idk where everything is and what I do or don’t have and I’m just so annoyed and in pain rn.

I was especially hurt that my parents don’t know anything about me. It is so incredibly infuriating that I can’t rely on them to make good decisions for me bc they claim they don’t know enough abt me to make choices they think I’d like. I have never gotten a true suprise gift from them past the age where I just wanted any and every toy, they know I like to have things one way. They knew I wanted to get my hair done at the place I got it done last time, they also know that I’d rather not do smth than do it differently. This headache is for absolutely nothing, the hours I spent in that salon were for nothing, the nosebleed I got in that salon was for nothing, and the time I could’ve spent doing my summer assignments was wasted for nothing! I am just so peeved but I’m incapable of being upset for more than a very VERY short while so I can’t even feel how I feel and get it out of my system. There is absolutely nothing I can do abt how I feel except tough it out and wait for things to get better but im not tough I’m sensitive and I just want to pass out for a month then wake up and pretend none of this happened.

also my grandma rubbed her hand across my chest -right where my boobs meet my chest-, and tried to put her face on my left boob twice but I nudged her away with my knee, and smacked my butt at least 3 times I just can’t do this right now. This is all too much I start school in 3 days I can’t deal with all of this. I can’t even get a good nights sleep I’m so restless and I can’t sleep in unless I’ve BEEN able to sleep in for days which I haven’t.

[seriouslysnape]

To the Limit

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Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Slight smut. Use of safeword. Language.

Request: Hi! Can u make Severus × Reader when the reader use the safe words for the first time because idk maybe it's too much for the reader that day or smth else you like..Thankyouu 💕💕 love ur writings btw ❤❤

A/N: Here we gooooooo. Reminder, everything is consensual.

Word Count: 2,947

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.”

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Severus has always been flexible in the bedroom. Yes, Severus Snape is versatile in the sheets and has more love making skills than you originally would’ve given him credit for. Sex with Severus can range anywhere from slow and careful where praising your body is his main objective, to fucking you so mercilessly that stars are dotting the back of your eyelids with each hard thrust.

Sometimes, you don’t have to establish what kind of theme your sessions will take on. If Severus comes home angry from a long, obnoxious day then you very well know that a rough fucking will get it out of his system. When you’ve just watched one of your favorite romantic drama Muggle movies that have sent you into tears, he knows that something more unhurried is in order so you are reminded of how much he loves you.

Other times though, there isn’t really anything that determines the kind of sex you’ll be having. If the mood is right for both of you, then you often will just figure it out from there. 

Severus’ return on Friday night from a long week of classes was coated with his desire for you. You could practically feel the hard sexual tension radiating off of his whole being. From the moment he walked in the door, you knew what tonight would hold for the both of you. More than likely, it’d be a whole lot of rutted fucking and orgasms until neither of you had any stamina left to give. Normally, a seed of excitement would be planted and begin to grow in your core at the thought of being touched by him, but you didn’t feel it this time. 

It had been a bad week to put it simply. Work was weighing you down and you had taken more hits than you were used to in a five day time period. Exhaustion had riddled you, and stress has gotten the best of you. Emotional breakdown was the only way you could describe how you were feeling. You really weren’t feeling up to what Severus wanted to do. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him when his hands and lips were on you, moving to all his favorite places on you.

His voice was silky smooth in your ears as he uplifted you with how he had been thinking about you all day, and how he wanted to be with you when you weren’t around. It wasn’t Severus’ fault that you had a bad week, and it surely wasn’t all his fault that he was this turned on. The way he gripped your legs with his strong hands was an indicator that he wanted to go well into the night, which your tired state wasn’t a fan of. But you loved Severus, and you always wanted him to be happy and well pleased. So you figured you could handle a couple of coarse rounds to satisfy him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once access was granted, Severus leapt onto you without hesitation. A tornado of clothes being removed whirled around the room, your shirt and pants ended up on complete opposite sides of the room. Hot and unruly kisses were shared, marks were left on your necks, and no part of you went unattended. 

Admittedly, the first orgasm was actually enjoyable. Severus’ fingers were knuckle deep in your needy cunt and pumping vigorously as he found all the best spots. The strenuous activity melted some of the week’s stress from your conscience, your mind being stripped of all your worry as it clouded with ecstasy. Severus thrived off of the moans and noises of delight that he was drawing out of your throat, perfecting his movements to give you an even stronger release. Severus worked you to your finish as you came around his fingers, slicking them with arousal and relief. 

He left lazy kisses over your breasts while you took a moment to recover, preparing yourself for the next round that was undoubtedly on its way. Tiredness had plagued you long before Severus had even walked through the door, and you had suddenly been robbed of even more energy, so you were confident that you might not get a proper orgasm this second time. But the moment Severus slid you onto his dick and stretched your walls the way only he knew how to, you knew that you were going to cum whether you felt like you could handle it or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You loved seeing Severus so enraptured in waves of pleasure and gratification, but you were beyond fatigued. Still, you bounced up and down on his lap over and over again, your already sensitive clit throbbing with each rub of his fingers. Severus’ other hand guided your hip movements to meet the way he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot just right.

When you came this time, your sound of release was more of a strained cry than a content sound. Severus didn’t seem to notice, since he was too focused on the intoxicating feeling of filling you with his own finish. You popped off of him before he was even emptied out, the rest of his fluids landing on your inner thighs. You fell onto the bed next to him, your breathing much heavier than usual. 

You were totally tuckered out with absolutely no hope of another round. Your muscles ached and your bones were wiped out. Although, you felt a queasy feeling of despair when you saw that familiar look of lust in Severus’ eyes. He spoke lowly, his voice echoing in your ringing ears.

“I’m not through with you yet, love.” He purred.

Usually that would’ve sent a whole mess of arousal through you, but you were too worn out. But Severus usually didn’t last more than three rounds, so this would for sure be the last one. You thought you could push through so he could at least get his release, but this third go round wasn’t a good feeling for you at all.

With your arms above your head and the pillowcase below your head in your fingers’ death grip, you turned your head to the side to fight through his persistent hard fucking into you. On a better day, you’d be all over this and relishing every moment. But now your eyes were screwed tightly shut in discomfort, for each time you opened them Severus would only be able to see the whites of your eyes. The thumping heartbeat in your ears was deafening and your entire body was stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. You wanted to tough it out so at least Severus could finish, but it was just too much for you tonight. 

You had to tap out.

“Polyjuice!” You squeaked out, your voice raspy.

In an instant, you saw any expression of lust wiped straight from his face. He pulled out the millisecond that the word registered in his head, his face stricken with worry and concern at the first time use of your agreed safe word. Severus’ heart dropped at your whimpers of displeasure, his brain reeling and raking over what had gone wrong. 

“[Y/N], what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically.

“I-I just...”

Shaky breaths and uncomfortable whines were the only noises you could seem to make. You sat up from where you were laying down, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face as you began to cry. Your emotions were all over the place, and it didn’t help that you were overstimulated and overworked. Severus went to pull you to him, but withdrew his hand. Upsetting you further would absolutely crush him, but he needed to know that you were okay.

“Can I touch you, darling?” He whispered out.

The yowl of approval was enough for him to feel fine with carefully wrapping his hand under your arm and dragging you across the mattress to where he was kneeling on the middle of the bed. He pulled the covers over your skin to keep you from getting cold from the loss of heat from being active. You buried your head into his bare chest, your tears leaking and falling down his skin. 

“I’m sorry, Sev. I’m really sorry.” You sobbed, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

“No, no, no. Don’t ever be sorry for telling me to stop when you’re not comfortable,” He reassured; “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

The shake of your head brought relief upon him, but he was still worried. He rocked you in his arms until your sobs died down enough to where you were coherent. Severus was getting ready to ask you once more what was wrong, shifting you so he could see your face. When moving you, his hand accidentally brushed against your swollen, sensitive clit and you wailed out pathetically. Severus’ pale face went even whiter.

“Oh, my love...I worked you too hard, didn’t I?” He queried.

Severus would always admit that sometimes he’d get into the zone and completely drown everything else out. He wouldn’t really be able to tell how hard he was pulling in and out. It was rare, but from time to time you’d have to ask him to soften his thrusts or slow his pace when he got too rowdy. But you had never asked him to stop completely until now. He feared that he had seriously pushed you over the edge this time.

“It’s not just that.” You confessed with a sniff.

Severus had drawn your head back to gaze into your bleary eyes. The tear tracks being swiped away with his thumbs as he cradled your face. 

“What is it then, sweetheart?” He asked with wonder.

A fresh set of salty tears pooled and fell down your cheeks, but for a different reason.

“I’ve had a horrible week. Nothing has gone right,” You explained croakily; “I wanted to make you feel good and I thought it might make me feel better...but I’m just exhausted and I couldn’t handle it tonight.”

You fell apart into another set of choking sobs and gut wrenching cries, prompting Severus to bring you back into his chest. He stroked your skin and left kisses so light that they were ghostly. 

“It’s alright, angel. I wish you had told me before that you weren’t feeling up to it,” He consoled; “You’re worth so much more than sex. I want you to tell me sooner next time if you’re uncomfortable.”

Your nod of understanding offered a wash of comfort over him that you were calming down steadily. He hated that this happened. He knew that was the whole reason for your established safe word for when things went south or things got dicey. He just never thought you’d ever have to use it. He felt absolutely terrible. 

“I’m sorry, Sevvy. I really wanted you to get off, I just-”

“Please don’t apologize for this. This is my fault. I should’ve seen how tired you were and how I was being overly hard,” He said; “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

The sniffles from your nose had increased as you tried to flush down all the drainage from your crying. Your tears had stopped as you sat up from his body, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. The red blotches in your puffy eyes were pinging at Severus’ already guilty conscience. He saw the littered hickeys across your neck and breasts, and how your lips were swollen from his severe kisses. He had rocked your burnt out body to the max.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we go get cleaned up, and then we can get into bed. Then you can tell me about your week if so wish.” He suggested, cautiously guiding you off of the bed.

“I think I just want to get a bath and get some sleep.” You said, barely able to stand on your wobbly legs.

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.” He smiled softly, hoping it’d offer you some kind of solace. 

Severus ran you a hot bath, filling it with all of your favorite scents and smells. Your stance was still despite your shaking legs, and you seemed to be staring off into an endless trance. You slipped into the tub when it was ready, sinking down just below your nose under the bubbles. Normally, Severus would be sitting across from you or you’d be snuggled up on his lap, but he wanted you to have some space for a bit. You were honestly too tired to object. 

He simply casted a charm to freshen himself up, finding and selecting his favorite pair of sweatpants and soft shirt for you to change into. Your eyes were closed, and you had just begun to drift off to sleep when he re-entered the bathroom, changed into some casual day time wear, despite how late it was.

“Here are some clean clothes for you, pretty girl.” He remarked, setting the folded sweats and shirt on the end of the tub for you to get when you got out.

You only gave a light nod as a response, your eyes following him as he stood awkwardly. He was unsure of what to do for you now. He thought that you might want the bedroom to yourself for the night, which was fine because he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing he had pushed you so hard anyway. He placed himself on the floor by the tub, sitting with his legs criss crossed over one another. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds were the occasional gentle splash when you moved your leg or arm. His eyes were still full of worry, and he was kicking himself big time now.

“I’m so sorry...” He breathed out, running his fingertips dragging leisurely your damp arm that you had resting on the ledge of the bathtub; “I never meant to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sev. I promise.” You responded, wishing he wouldn’t take this so hard.

When it came to you, Severus took everything to heart. There weren’t many things in the world that made his heart beat with a purpose. You were the single person that allowed him to want to get up in the mornings. The thought of hurting you was enough to break him down. If he could have it his way, you would be indescribably happy with every passing moment of every day. He never wanted you to feel anything other than joy. 

But he knew that life would never allow it.

Your eyebrows dipped when you noticed his attire, wondering why he wasn’t in his own sleepwear. It was much too late for him to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice thick with weary.

“I’m going to go back to the school. I have some grading to do.” He half-lied.

It was true that he did indeed have a stack of papers to be assessed, but that wasn’t the real reason why he felt like he wanted to leave. Severus Snape grading on a Friday night when he had the opportunity to be cuddled up with his lover? He’d choose you every time.

Now you felt bad for causing him to scurry off. You wanted him there with you regardless of what had happened.

“Severus,” You called out tenderly, reaching for his face; “I don’t want you to leave.” 

A genuine look of doubt flashed over his features as his head lulled into your hand.

“I think it would be best if you got some good sleep tonight. I’ll just be in my office so if-”

“Stay with me. Please?” You requested, the thought of sleeping without him was disheartening.

A sigh of awe expelled from his chest. He couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes and slightly pouting lower lip.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

“I think that some boyfriend snuggles will make me feel a whole lot better.” You spoke rather cheekily.

He hummed affirmatively. The sound of nestling up with you was impossible to turn down. He took your hand from his face and kissed your palm gingerly, holding the warm skin to his lips for a brief moment. He eventually stood from the floor, but stopped when you held your arms up.

“Help me up?” You asked with the first genuine smile of the evening.

He chuckled, obliging and lifting you effortlessly from the tub. The warm towel was heavenly as you dried off, changing into the clothes that Severus had left for you. Severus went and changed as well, laughing to himself when he exited the closet to see you already curled up. 

The sheets draped over him easily when he laid next to you, waiting for you to nuzzle up to him. He held you close and flush to him, thanking his lucky stars that you were okay.

“My sweet girl...” He hushed out, noting that you were just seconds away from falling asleep; “I love you.” 

You mumbled out a sleepy “I love you” in return before drifting into a deep slumber to snooze off the night’s drama. Severus, as expected, didn’t sleep much that night to ensure that you were sleeping soundly and comfortably. He still felt dreadful, even after you had told him over and over that he didn’t hurt you. The weekend to follow was filled with Severus doting and cherishing over you every chance that he had, trying to make up for what had happened. You were the light of his life after all.

And he prayed that he’d never see that flame go out.

[tooweirdforyou]

Pick A ___ & Get A Character! » Haikyuu!!

scenario : it’s been a long day and your beloved just wishes to cuddle up against by you in your presence. Pulling you to your comfort spot, he pulls you close and pecks your temple with a gentle kiss before cuddling by you. How does he cuddle you? Idk.

you have chosen #___ and received cuddles with... v

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Akaashi Keiji

a quick visit to you in the hospital after receiving some injuries, your face lights up at the sight of him holding an adorable stuffed bear and a soft smile.

“Hey. You’re still awake?” Akaashi asks gently as he shuts the room door behind him. You nod with your own smile and wave at him. “Just waiting for you.”

He simply moves over and takes a seat into the chair beside your bed and hands you the stuffed bear and reaches for your hand with care. “Come on, you need to rest up to get better. I’ll bring you some tea when you wake up.”

“Can you stay with me then? Sleep with me right here.” Your request was something he couldn’t refuse as Akaashi sighs in defeat, not wanting to argue.

“Fine, now go to sleep, okay? I’m staying right here next to you.”

Sitting up to kiss your forehead, he scoots his chair closer and tightens his hand on yours and smiles to himself at your closed eyes.

-

Sugawara Koushi

”I’m tired...”

The grey-haired pretty setter hums at your whine and chuckles lightly, seeing your adorable form. Rubbing your eyes and draping a large blanket around you securely.

“It’s only three.. why don’t you take a nap? I’ll wake you up for our restaurant date in a few hours.” He smiles and you pout, trudging to him.

“Come cuddle with me, Koushi.” You mumble into his shoulder, and he just smiles warmly at your cute form, cooing internally at your sleepy expression. “Okay.”

Sugawara slowly stands up and takes your into his arms, waddling you over to the couch and plopped down on top.

Once the two of you were laying and were comfortable, he wraps his legs and arms around you tightly and kiss your head lovingly.

“Rest well, my love.”

-

Kozume Kenma

“Staying up all night again?”

The sudden voice nearly causes Kenma to jump forward and drop his game device out the window if he wasn’t leaning so much against the window sill. He turns back to face you in the doorway of his room, huffing a little breath to relax his chest.

“[Name].. what are you doing up? It’s late.” He mumbles, turning back out the window and to his game.

“You weren’t sleeping yet.. figured I’d keep you company.” Responding, you enter the room and crawl over towards the window beside him, making sure to snag a blanket large enough for the two of you. “I’ll stay up with you.”

On cue, you yawn lightly and lean on Kenma and stare at his game, wrapping the blanket around you both. “Tell me about your game.”

He could already see your droopy eyes as you laid on his shoulder, causing his lips to curve up in slight amusement. “Yeah. Sure.”

-

Iwaizumi Hajime

“Welcome home, Haji.”

Offering a warm smile to the male, he sets down his bag by the door and exhales heavily, wrapping his arms around your opened ones and kissed your temple. “Hey, you..”

Iwaizumi waddles you over to the couch and sits down comfortably, reaching for the tv remote and turns it on to Netflix.

“What do you want to watch?” He hums and you snuggle into his side, pulling the blankets over the two of you and hum. “Hm.. action?” You suggest and he nods, switching over to one.

“And what do you want to eat? We’ll order since I don’t have the energy to cook anything, even if it is pretty late or not.” Iwaizumi sighs and you smile.

“Pizza sounds good, doesn’t it?” The brunette just chuckles and nods, ruffling your hair and pulling out his phone.

“It does. What toppings?”

-

Miya Atsumu

“What are you doing?”

The blonde leans his head down to find you at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the rooftop and he grins. “Just layin’. It’s too cold to be on the roof but I don’t wanna just sit around in the classroom or cafeteria or anything.”

“There’s the volleyball club room, you know?” You point out as you walk up the steps slowly towards him.

“Mmh, but this is actually comfortable.” He glances up at you next to him and holds out his hand with a bright smile. “Come lay with me.”

You shake your head at his weirdness before smiling to yourself and taking a seat on the step. “Fine.”

The setter scoots over towards the wall for you whilst you set your bag to the side and made yourself comfortable on the stairs, resting your hands on your stomach. Your eyes look up to the ceiling and relaxed your tense shoulders.

“Hm.. it does feel comfortable..” you murmur and Atsumu chuckles heartily. “Right? I might do this more often instead of the rooftop. You joining me?”

-

Kuroo Tetsurou

“And that stupid owl with frosted tips just snatches up all the meat in one swoop!”

The silent night air is filled with your giggles as Kuroo finishes his story under the stars. “Sounds like our Bo.” You laugh and Kuroo chuckles. “Yeah, I made sure to snatch it right back after I beat his ass.”

You shake your head playfully and smile, shifting on the makeshift bed on the back of Kuroo’s truck and pull the blanket closer to yourself, looking at the rooster head across from you.

“For one of the top five aces in the country, he’s such a man-child.” You hum and Kuroo snickers. “It’s amazing how childish he seriously is.”

This time, you snorted and lightly kicked his leg. ���You’re one to talk, Tetsu.” You giggle as he dramatically gasps and lunges at you, beginning to tickle you.

“Right, I’m the childish, immature one!”

-

Bokuto Kotarou

“Awh, you tired baby?”

Bokuto mumbles something incoherent as he snuggles deeper into your body, taking up half the space on the seats of the train you two were currently riding on your side.

“It was a long day.. get some sleep, okay, bubs?” You kiss his head and rest your fingers in his hair while your other hand laid in his own that held it tightly.

His fingers intertwined in yours as his other hand set on top of it so you were wrapped in his warmth by his hands.

“Mkay..zzzhnn..”

You just smile and lean against the wall, looking out the window as you sat in silence for the rest of the train ride.

-

Yamaguchi Tadashi

“[Name]..”

You lean back into the green-haired freckled boy and snuggle into his arms. “Tadashi.. what..?” You murmur back sleepily, hearing your name come from his lips.

It seems he was half-asleep too, not quite registering what was coming out of his lips as he presses a kiss onto your shoulder.

“I..really love you..” he whispers out drowsily, eyes forcing shut as he falls back to sleep in an instant, with his tightened hold around your never ending.

“Mmmh.. love you..more..” you mumble back, also just as quick to fall asleep.

-

did u like this? :> who did u get?

yes it’s rushed and not very nice but I wanted to get smth out.

I promise I’ll try to get writing content out but in the meantime, I’m extremely busy with some personal crises that has me panicking but I’ll be back soon!!

[writingtoforgetreality]

I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

 Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

 After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @octopus5555 (thanks for your support <3)

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saeyoung and ‘smiling while kissing’ ma’am. please and thanks. i’ll sob.

hey everyone i love saeyoung choi send tweet. 

radiance | saeyoung choi

warnings: idk man they be driving. vroom vroom y’know. they be uh. goin. and saeyoung gets sad for a moment but aye no worries whoop

word count: like 2k or smth idk

His hand curls around her waist late into the night. It’s been hours since she pulled him from his chair, her hands delicate as they traced over the curves of his face and when she asked him to please, come to bed.

Yet as the sun dipped further under the horizon and as the stars grew brighter in the sky, he continued to listen to her breathing. He tried to stay still as he laid next to her, tried to stop his fingers from tracing the divots of her skin as his hand fell beneath the loose shirt that hung off her body.

But he knows it’s the stiffness in his body that gives it away. The way his torso refuses to melt into hers, the way his fingers itch to tap at her skin. She can feel it as he lays next her, he knows. He feels the way she tenses to bring her hand down to his whenever his fingers give in to press against her.

She’s the one who gives in eventually, allowing her hand to drift down to where his head lays against her chest. She runs her fingers through his hair and his eyes slip shut—but it’s never enough for him to slip into a rest.

“Can’t sleep either?” She asks, her voice quiet even against the silence of their bedroom. It’s at the sound of her voice that he finally allows himself to move, shifting so his hand travels from her hip to beneath the curve of her back, turning his head so it burrows into her chest.

“No,” He breathes, and part of him wants to say I never can, or to explain that the reason I work so long is to avoid moments like this. So I don’t have to deal with the silence that comes before sleep. Yet when he opens his mouth to speak again, nothing of the like leaves his lips. “Wanna go for a drive?” He asks instead.

When she agrees, it’s in silence. He moves so they can both stand, and then he pulls her through their house. She moves closer to him in the chill of their air conditioner, and he wraps an arm around her—noticing that she’s only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. When they reach the garage, she’s light on her feet, barely letting them touch the cold ground before she moves to the next step.

So Saeyoung’s quick to choose a car, opening a passenger-side door for one of the non-convertibles—he figures they wouldn’t want the top down on a night like this anyway—and allows her to climb inside before he gets in on the driver’s side.

She relaxes into the heat from the car as he pulls onto the driveway and she slowly begins to unfurl from how she’d curled into the seat next to him. Her hand moves up so her fingers delicately rub against his shoulder as he drives—he had leaned into the touch before it ever arrived to him, had known the motion before she had begun it.

The tires hum against the asphalt as he hits the main road. Trees surround both sides of the two lanes, but overhead the sky peaks out. He can see the stars so clearly from out here, catches sight of the moon’s soft glow through the leaves of the trees.

“Music?” He asks, hoping to find some solace in something other than silence. She hums in agreement, and then reaches over to dip her hand into the front pocket of his sweats. She pulls his phone out between soft fingers, plugging it in and scrolling through his music before settling on one of his playlists.

Soft beats settle into the frame of his car, the leather seats shaking with the bass. He moves to turn down the volume, but she beats him to it, allowing the music fall into the background. Then her touch returns to his shoulder, and he continues to stare ahead at the empty road.

He catches her lean onto the center console out of the corner of his eye, notices the way she twists in her seat. Though her touch remains on his shoulder, she balances her chin in the palm of her hand so her gaze can settle on him. He arrives at a stop sign and glances over to her, his brows furrowed at the way she looks at him.

He only catches her for a second, but the sole streetlight that lays above them seems to have decided to settle upon her features. Her hair’s falling into her face, her lips are upturned but her eyes are half-lidded. Not tired, it seems, not by the way she taps her fingers into his shoulder. She seems relaxed, he decides.

“Sitting like that can’t be safe,” He says as he turns back to the road, moving past the stop sign.

“I trust you,” She replies simply. He huffs a breath of laughter through his nose.

“I’m glad,” He begins, but moves a hand away from the steering wheel so he can guide her back to her seat. “But please, sit normally.” She laughs as she sits back, a bright yet quiet thing, and grabs his hand before he can move it away from her. She twines their fingers together, and although she doesn’t twist in her seat again, she leans against the console with his hand in both of hers.

“You’re concentrated tonight,” She notes, and then brings his hand up to press her lips against his knuckles. “Any particular reason?”

“No,” He says, and it’s a lie. It’s so easy to fall back into that habit, to ignore his emotions until he breaks. But he knows that isn’t what she wants, so when she doesn’t speak, and instead presses her lips to the middle of his wrist, he speaks again, “Yes, there is. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” She mumbles against his skin. He allows her to move him as she wishes—he wouldn’t be sure of how to move anyway. He doesn’t know how to comfort like she does, doesn’t know that he ever will. He scrambles for gifts and spends hours looking for solutions to whatever problem leaves her curled in their bed.

But she’ll just press her lips to his knuckles. She’ll run her fingers through his hair and pull him in and just let him be. He doesn’t know how to, sometimes. She’ll have to coax things out of him until he’s mumbling answers into the skin of her neck, curling around her until he’s sure he can feel every part of her against him.

“Are you happy?” He asks, with no prior warning to even himself. She pauses where her hands hold his, both of their elbows leaning against the console. He doesn’t look at her for her response, even as they come to a stop at another sign. He hears her sigh, feels her breath against his skin, and sees her move to look out the window out of the corner of his eye.

“Can you pull over?” Her voice is quiet, and when he glances over she’s looking ahead. She points to a small clearing between the trees. “Just up there.”

So he does as asked, moving the car to the side of the road. As soon as he’s come to a stop, she steps out of the car. He feels the chill of the night air crawl through the opened door and he curses for not bringing blankets or a jacket for her.

She closes the door then and leans back against the car. When she doesn’t move, he gets out as well, walking around the car so he can stand next to her. As he gets closer, he can see the chills that raise across her arms and wraps his arms around her. She leans into the touch of his warm hands, closing her eyes and letting her head fall until it’s against his shoulder.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve looked at the stars,” She says simply. He doesn’t know what to say, so he hums, rubbing his hands into the exposed skin on her arms. “Do you remember what I said to you on the phone? It must’ve been one of the first times I heard you talk about the night sky.”

He does, of course. He remembers nearly every word she’d said to him back then. He’d hung onto the syllables as they passed her breath as though they were the only thing keeping him alive. He’d repeat them far past when he’d hit the “end call” button. He’d whisper them to himself as he worked—mindlessly.

And now his hands shake as they trace against her skin. He knows she could have so much more, knows that, if she ever asked, she could be living a life of grandeur that he can’t offer her. He can’t offer her vineyards, or Broadway shows, or art of his own creation. He’s hardly a person, more a jumble of code than anything that could resemble something so beautiful—could hardly compare to the work of marble and satin and silk that he could only ever imagine her as.

“I told you that I’d give every star to you,” She continues. She cranes her neck so she can face him, and though he wishes that he could make her more comfortable, he’s hesitant to take his hands away from the cool touch of her arms. He doubts he could do it gracefully, he’s sure he would shake and she’d catch his hand in the air. She’d smile and press a kiss to his hand, and though he’d continue to shake, it’d be under her delicate hands. He could hardly complain about that.

“I wish I’d-“ He begins, but she shushes him, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

“Nothing for you to wish. It was my wish to give you every star I could find in the night sky. I still wish for it. You can wish for the rivers, or the moons, or the clouds, but the stars are my gift to you.” Now, she turns so he releases his grip on her arms. She brings her hands up to his face, the pads of her thumbs soft against his cheekbones. His hands rest on her hips without another thought, feeling the way her shirt slips under his touch.

“Does that answer your question, my dear?” She asks. He doesn’t dare speak, not when he can feel every consonant she speaks against his skin. He doesn’t dare move to change the moment—would never dream of it. He’s kissed her before, he’s loved her and loved her and loved her—yet the shake in his hands won’t go, yet the way his chest tightens is a familiar feeling and one he’s grown to enjoy.

“No,” He breathes, finally. A smile pulls at her lips, and she lets soft laughter fall into his chest.

“Then let me say it clearly,” She replies. “Yes. I am happy.” She doesn’t let him reply, already pulling him the small distance that lays between them until his lips finally meet hers. He feels the way she smiles into the kiss, and he can’t help but follow, his lips tugging until he matches her. They both laugh, breath mixing with the night air. She pulls away, burying her face into the crook of his neck and he pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her until he’s sure he’s covered enough of her bare skin.

They stand together, arms wrapped around each other, and finally he begins to feel that pull to sleep—he can feel the stars above them, and he can feel her heartbeat against his chest. Hers, hers, hers.

taglist: @drketim @kimjihyun

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Aran and Aone as dads headcanons !

requested by @kara-grayson04: would you do aone and aran as dads?

a/n: MY BOYS!!! i love these two sm and i actually meant to post smth for aone before but i lost inspiration :((( it was an imagine not headcanons and i struggle to write sometimes-- maybe i’ll rewrite it and post it but idk (it was based off of his concern that people didn’t like to sit next to him on the train) and... aran needs more content !!! i’m literally in love with him... ALSO TIMESKIP ARAN HAS ME 😳👉👈 LIKE THE BEARD??? he looks SO GOOD.. Also.. oh my god im so sorry it took me so long to post these 😭 i literally have no excuse i was just tired

warning(s): manga spoilers 

Ojirou Aran

hello sir, your hand in marriage pls <3

He’d be SUCH A GOOD DAD

I have no doubts in my mind that he’d literally be the best husband, father, brother in law, grandfather, uncle, cousin, sibling--

This is me saying that I love Aran and I think he’s perfect 

I also think this way about Kita

Kita Shinsuke, and Ojirou Aran, please... your hands in marriage

Osamu too-- he can cook 🥰

But Atsumu??? 🤢🤢

That’s a joke he’s one of my favorite characters

Anyways back to Aran <3

But like him having twins-- one boy and one girl

The amount of dread he had before they were born because all he could think about was what if they turned out like the Miya twins

But!! when they were born and weren't the devils incarnate he was like 🥰🥰

His twins are both super energetic and never sit down

But they're like!! so happy all the time and he just

*heart clench*

He'd literally do anything for them it's so cute

When they were born, he'd spend hours in their room after you went to sleep

He would like cradle them and tell them stories and all that :((

Since he's a pro volleyball player, he wouldn't be able to spend as much time as he'd actually like with them so that's why he'd stay up late just in their room

If they ever start crying in the middle of the night, he'd immediately let you go back to sleep and he'd take care of it !!

He thinks it's fair because you take care of them so much when he's away for games and you also birthed them so like

Whenever he's home, you don't have to do half of the things you normally do

As the twins grow older, you start bringing them to his games and he's like "!!!" cause they're his pride and joy 🥺🥺🥺

He'd show them off to his teammates after the game

Aran would be like "Look!! Here are my two angels who are nothing like the Miyas 🥰🥰"

Atsumu meeting them at MSBY vs Red Falcons cause you had time off from work and the twins wanted to go

The twins knowing what their dad has said about Atsumu and being like "👁️👄👁️ my dad says you're rude" and he just *clenches heart* cause its so cute yet so sad

CAUSE LIKE yeah they're insulting him but the look on their faces is just... so cute

That's kinda masochistic, Atsumu

Actually Atsumu's a lot better than he was in high school as an adult so they do warm up to him, sadly 😔

Aran is definitely the type of guy you see in public with his kids and immediately go like "wow, he's definitely a great father" because he just radiates that energy

okay i do this sometimes idk if others do

He never yells too much at his kids and always talks things out maturely with them and its 🥺🥺

He tries not to spoil them too much but definitely does on accident CJWJCIE

They'll come back from the store and you'll see toys in their hands and you just give him one look and he's like

LISTEN

They're just too damn cute for him to say no to sometimes

But he won't spoil them to the point of them becoming obnoxious!! he knows the limits and has set them !!

When you were pregnant, he was literally so helpful and you just... hardly had to do anything

He wasn't as strict with making you do LITERALLY nothing like Sakusa, but he definitely tried to do everything he could

Absolutely no!! carrying of anything!!

He's a strong volleyball player who was one of the best back in high school-- he refuses to let his wife carry anything !!

All in all, Aran would be the best dad of haikyuu and i would write more but that would be too long

Aone Takanobu

ohmygod

I literally love him so much hes just... his current concern knocked me out

I would sit next to you Aone 😔

anyways

Aone would definitely be a great dad but he'd be a bit aloof unlike Aran would be

He wouldn't really be too sure what to do cause he's scared his own kid would be afraid of him :(

For a while, he'd be extremely hesitant to take care of your guys' daughter because he just :(( he was scared that she would start crying

Turns out his daughter literally is a ball of sunshine who thinks her dad is!! the coolest!!

I mean he's really good at volleyball and he's so BIG 🌟👄🌟

L i k e

He's literally her walking jungle gym-- you can pry this headcanon from my dead body i REFUSE to see anything else

He would be in the kitchen drinking coffee first thing in the morning and suddenly, he hears her tiny footsteps and then theres something weighing down his arm

SURPRISE!!!!! it's Misa!!!!

Forgive me, i was binging Maid-sama

She's all like "dad! dad!!" and then she'll start rambling on and he just

heart clench

You both were such a blessing in his life because neither of you were afraid of him 🥺🥺

Aone and you met during college!!

You guys didn't go to the same college but you met him on the bus hehe

🥰🥰 and you sat next to him without hesitation and actually tried to start a conversation with him because he looked to be a similar age

Now you two are married and have your cute daughter, Misaki 🥺🥺💖

Futakuchi wasn't allowed to babysit her by himself because he said something bad in front of Misa once and she asked about it later to Aone and you at dinner

Futakuchi getting a call from Aone and it's completely silent

He got the message (๑•﹏•)

Hinata is Misa's favorite uncle!!

because Futakuchi said bad words that anyones not supposed to say >:((((

Hinata likes to tell her stories of his interactions with her dad and shes all like ✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧ cause!! her dad's so!! cool!!

Since Aone works in construction (i think), he's super strong so she's always testing his limits

"Dad... can you lift the couch?" "... yes."

He lifts the couch and she's squealing like "WOAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADS SO COOL!!!!!!"

stop shes so proud that Aone's her dad and it's just so cute

all of her friends think that Aone's the coolest as well because Misa never stops talking about him!!

"Aone-san, you're so cool!!! Misa-chan was right!!" "RIGHT?? RIGHT?? My dads awesome!!!"

He's never felt so much happiness

When you were pregnant, he was this huge ball of anxiety... the poor thing...

He's super nervous he's gonna accidentally hurt you in some way and so for a while, he refuses to touch you im-

He doesn't know his own strength and if smth happens to you, he will literally die

It took you scolding him for like 20 minutes for him to finally understand

He's still hesitant to hold you when you guys are in bed tho cause he's 😔😔

Aone would definitely struggle at the beginning as a father but he's literally such a great dad after he lets go of his worries!!