#somebody give that man a hug and a cookie

[gavilarkholin-deactivated116710]

Oh, and now that I've read the Sunlit Man, I have a prediction: the horrible experience that made Sigzil avoid leadership positions is going to happen in Wind and Truth. It's going to involve his honorspren getting killed the same way Phendorana did, but he's going to survive. Doubtful that he'll bond Aux in Wind and Truth though

[mtcloudsworld]

Can I please request a Dick Grayson x black reader smut, we know that man is nasty and when he’s in love he’s down right filthy so he’ll be into spanking, hair pulling chocking, and he’s definitely eating pussy like his life depends on it. Do what you want just make him as nasty as ever 🤎🤎🤎

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, dick grayson x black!reader, black!fem, hair pulling, oral (v receiving), pet names: dollface, baby, darling, mama, love, friends to lovers trope, dirty talk, backshots, pound town, gushy gushy

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | ANON, I'm not even gon' lie... I struggled with this one soooo bad 😭 I was over here tryna give you like a whole ass story and what now, but then my ass was way too stubborn, and way too horny to do all that soooo I just typed away at it as much as I could. Hopefully you like it. If not, sue my writer's block lol.

please comment, like and reblog!! Enjoy lovebugs!!! 🦠🩷

𝐀𝐇𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐒, we know Dick is a nasty man, he likes it sloppy, filthy to the point you're a quivering whimpering mess, right?

It was kinda hard...at first... to believe how nasty this man could be.

How could someone so energetic with such a cocky personality trapped in a god like body with that millionaire dollar smile make a girl cum in seconds?

Your relationship was mutual. You both had the same friends but never budged to hang out with each other.

It didn't mean he never had his eyes on you, though.

The way you walked, how you talked, dressed and styled yourself never failed to amaze him. Your hair was either in braids or in its natural habit-- curls. You always had your nails done and your scent was always a mixture between cookie dough, vanilla, and coco butter.

Your personality was cute and charming, oftentimes you were a bit shy and quiet, but once you got comfortable around somebody you were okay.

Usually, Dick hopped from girl to girl, could never stay committed at times and getting to know you genuinely as friend wasn't supposed to go any further than that...but it did.

You were constantly on his mind, effortlessly grabbing at his attention, you had a way of caring for people-- it was almost like a motherly instinct to nurture someone.

There were moments when you two were face to face, talking, having a normal conversation about something and you'd just...lightly brush a strand from his face or fix the collar of his shirt.

Oh, his tie is crooked? Let me fix that.

Got a crumb on his face? Let me wipe that off for you.

Eventually, coming over to each other's apartments turned into sleeping over, getting weirdly comfortable with cuddling, having deep, intimate conversations that most friends or associates wouldn't have with each other.

But that was the issue, you both were comfortable, and usually comfortability led to numerous things.

Things that became private and secluded from the rest, things that took time for him to accept and realize. Things that allowed you to invite him and read you like a book. He took time out of his own world to get to know you from the inside out. He took time to settle for the innocent things that were ultimately sweet to the point his teeth were rotting.

It took time to understand this wasn't a friendship, it was more than just a simple hug, a glance in those beautiful eyes, a brush of the hands, having mental check ins, texting and calling each other nonstop-- it was more than just platonic.

Because best believe when he's found himself stuck in a place where you're truly his only option, his only solitude, his only source of light and recharge-- he'll come running to you. He's done it plenty of times, more than you can count.

Even when he thought it was the stupidest idea to land on your balcony at the weakest time of his patrol, you took care of him without even knowing.

You took care of him like you would at campus, eating with friends, hanging out-- you were always in his corner. So when he reveals to you who he truly was, Nightwing, it felt like a tone of bricks slipped off his shoulders.

Your promise of keeping his identity a secret felt more sacred than anything.

He had gotten comfortable with just sneaking his way into your apartment, unless he didn't warn you ahead of time, everything was on lock down. Born and raised in Gotham taught you so many things and keeping your home secure at all times was one of them.

When he does come over after a nightly patrol, it's never a dull moment where your stitching him up, cleaning the blood from off his skin, icing his cheek with a bag of frozen fruit...there was never a dull moment when he's sitting there like a little kid observing you glancing over him and checking every aspect of him, making sure that he was okay and in piece...never a dull moment when he wants to lean in and kiss you...but something always got in the way.

Nonetheless, he makes it his goal to at least try,

On a Friday night, after patrol, he realized how far he was from home.

As much as he wanted to take a break from visiting you, tonight had him beat.

He wasn't feeling up to swinging from rooftop to rooftop when your apartment was literally right here.

Coming to your place unannounced was never his intention, nonetheless, you invited him in anyway. Cleaning up his wounds and washing the blood, dirt and grime from off his suit, he heads to the bathroom for a shower.

Once he was done, he stepped out in only a pair of sweats. His hair a mixture of dry and wet strands curling around his eyes and shoulders gave him that boyish charm that made most girls go feral. Along with the sight of his toned torso, bitable muscles and imprint of his bulge...yeah, you were in deep.

And trying to stay cool, calm and collected while standing beside you, in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his foot crossed over the other, arms crossed while eating a banana wasn't getting you nowhere.

You were finding it hard to make eye contact with him, too scared to stumble over your words when he gazed over you with those piercing sapphire eyes and beautiful smile. He was speaking to you so casually, but your thighs were practically clenching against one another.

Your body was hot, heart beating quicker than usual while your mind was going to places that it shouldn't. Yet here you were feeling some type of way, and when you were done with those damn dishes, you both settled on the couch. Putting on a horror movie to pass on the time.

Neither of you were really tired, it was only 1:30 on a Saturday morning, so settling with that seemed plausible.

15 minutes in man spreading with his eyes trained on the screen. He mindlessly accepted the comfort of your crossed legs over his lap. Leaning into his arm, with your own wrapped around the muscle you feel his warmth transfer through you as your body laxes, even with his knuckles brushing lightly against the side of your thigh, it felt nice...or when he massaged it, groping it softly and caressing at the flesh subconsciously...it felt nice, too nice.

Because at some point you told him to stop, and when he looked to you confusingly. Brows furrowed with a puzzled gaze, you bring it to his attention, embarrassingly, that it made you feel some things.

And it dawns on him, suddenly...

The smirk and mischievous glare in eyes make you feel shy, wanting nothing more than to curl in a ball.

It dawns on him that he has an effect on you.

Just like you had an effect on him with taking care of him, physical touch from him felt like heaven. The littlest things he does to you sends you on a whirlwind.

And he couldn't lie, it boosted his ego.

He would sit there contemplating his next actions for the next 5 minutes.

Eyes looking anywhere but the tv. There was this cute awkward silence between you. Clearly fidgety, unsure if y'all should or shouldn't...

Peeking over you, he murmurs, "do you want me to make it feel better?"

Staring ahead, your mind doesn't register his words until a second late.

The question no doubt taking you off guard, but you look at him shyly, shrugging your shoulders with uncertainty. "I-I think so?"

Trying to hide yourself from him, you wanted to express that it wasn't a big deal and that it'll go away on its own... but the way he was looking at you right now, with his hand still rested on your thigh...the temptation was real.

Dick chuckles at your cuteness, "No need to hesitate, doll face. If you're not up to it, I won't force you into anything." He says mindlessly brushing your curls behind your ear to get a good look of your face, brushing his thumb along your jawline. You gulp noticing the proximity of your faces, the scent of his body wash overwhelming you as you eye him adoringly. "I want to."

He cocks a brow at you, "you sure?" you realized his question was out of reassurance, wanting to make sure if this was something you wanted to do.

But you nodded, glancing between his eyes and those pretty plump lips of his.

"Yes, I'm sure."

It seemed impractical for him to think that way with you, but he did.

He thought about it nonstop.

To the point he was having to excuse himself to the bathroom, fisting himself at the thought of you. All because he had an innocent little cuddle session with you. He just couldn't bear the feeling of your ass brushing up against his dick, which was pathetic I know but true.

Or when he accidentally got a glimpse of your chocolate round tits, bouncing up and down as you squeezed and jumped yourself into those tight ass jeans you hadn't worn in a while because you gained a little bit weight around your ass and thighs.

He loved every second of it, though. He loved every chunky curve and perfect imperfect flaw that made you you. He thought about it every single day and night, out on patrol when he feels touch starved, or busy with other things that weren't you.

Dick has thought about consistanly.

He's thought about this exact moment for a while now.

He's got you in his grasp, trapped in your own room giving you exactly what you've been waiting for, and you realize between shared kisses and him glorifying your body that you love every second of it.

You love how messy he is, how he doesn't give a fuck if you're loud and everybody and they mama can hear you. He was making you feel good, making you feel like bouncing on his dick for hours.

Salvia drips from his mouth to your aching center. Watching how it rolls down the crevice of your lower lips past the entrance of your hole.

It coats every inch of you beautifully before proceeding to dip his fingers past your folds. Light wet sounds heard as he circles around to your clit, rubbing up and down tenderly.

"How's that feel, baby? Feels okay?"

"Y-yes, keep...going," You exhale shakily, nails curling into the sheets, balling them into your fists you feel his fingers slip in and out of your leaking hole.

His head rested at your thigh as he peppers kisses to your flesh, attentively watching your eyes flutter shut to the euphoric feeling building from within, your moans become softer and sultrier as your cunt welcomes him deeper.

Your skin felt so satisfying in his palms, almost like Play-Doh as he continued to grope parts of you. The way it was so smooth and yet so soft beneath his calloused hands, he never felt anything like it. Your scent was so intoxicating, he could almost taste it in his mouth. Actually... he wanted to savor it in his mouth, every inch, every lick, gathering a taste of you.

"Spread those legs for me, baby," he instructs lightly, lips adventuring south of your hips near your lower region. He gently moves your knees over his shoulders to hold you securely within his grasp.

Mouth leaving kisses to your clit, he lays his long pink tongue flat against your center. Licking long stripes up your clit deliberately slow, you gasp at the sudden action. "Oh, Dick~"

One taste after the other, he moans pulling you closer, "Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you."

His tongue flicks against your bud quickly. Concentrating on your raunchy moans and the way your body responds. His warm hands move upward around your parted thighs. Palms laid flat at the underside of them, he presses for your knees to touch your chest.

"Such a good girl." He plunges two fingers into your leaking hole, prepping you a little bit more before replacing his fingers with his mouth again.

The sensation of Dick's lips engulfing, sucking, licking and slurping against your sobbing wet pussy sends a heat wave through your body. The long-wet muscle glides over your hole teasingly a few times before shoving it inside.

Your whimper-moans fill his ears as he maneuvers in and out of you. Squirming beneath his hold. Not wanting to run away from him, he holds you down against the mattress, forcing you to take it like a good girl while arching your back off the mattress. "Aww, Dick right there~" with your head pressed to the pillow.

Completely immersed to the weird sensation of him tongue fucking you. Mentally, it felt too realistic, too natural for how far his tongue could reach. Undoubtedly grazing at the sides of your gummy walls, you were sure he could touch your g spot without even trying.

Nonetheless, it left you speechless, embarrassingly aroused and yet a stuttering mess that expressed something so indescribable.

With your hand pressed to the back of his head, you welcomed him deeper. His mouth working tirelessly eating you out like a full four course meal, you attempt to swivel your hips against his salivating mouth. "D-Dick..." The whimper of his name was high pitched, undoubtedly trying to warn him that something was brewing.

"Mmph," His mouth pulls away from your pussy with a smack. A heavy exhale hits at your exposed core as he continues with pumping you with his fingers. Voluntarily shaking and wiggling his fingers at your g-spot. Your movements halted, eyes clenching and jaw dropped to the action. "Mhmm, yeahhh. There you go, that's it, just let go for me baby, I got you." It sends continuous vibrations to your clit, your walls clenching and contracting around his finger, your throat emits a deep elongated moan, painting an ivory white all over his fingers.

Dick lets you ride out your high before he pulled out to examine your essence coating all over his fingers. You laid there, breathless and mind blown for a moment, resting your legs out onto the mattress lazily.

While you hear the humming of a pleasant man at the end of your bed, you were too busy collecting your thoughts of the events that just occurred.

Noticing you were completely silent he goes to land a kiss at your stomach.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod, "mhm." Before lifting yourself up slowly on your elbows.

When you get a better look at the image before you, you nearly snicker as Dick lick small spots of cum from off your inner thigh. Smiling from ear to ear, you ask with your head cocked to the side cutely, "Do I taste that good?" Looking at him with amusement, he traces kisses up your body. Grossing onto his hands and knees, you notice the rippling effect and swell of his muscles beneath the flesh of his arms and shoulders, veins bulging through, his huge frame looms over you causing your back to touch the mattress. when he comes face to face with you, your dainty hands come from up his biceps to wrap around his shoulders. Noses nudging against one another cutely, a playful smirk is decorated on his lips when he sees a little twinkle in your eye.

"Wanna find out?" His voice was deeper than before, raspy and sexily menacing to the point your aroused cunt began to clench around nothingness. Your lips ghosting over his, hooded eyes watched closely as you proceeded to finally engulf his, he immediately deepens the kiss no longer feeling the need to prolong it.

When he rests his body between your legs your startled by the heavy bulge of his dick rubbing along your clit. Moaning between kisses he takes this opportunity to slither his tongue past your mouth, brows connecting at the slow development of pleasure growing in your body. The combination of the slow yet firm stroke of his hips grinding against your pussy and his tongue adventuring in your mouth has your moans become breathy, soft and cute with a lilac touch that has him grunting in return. "Ooh, baby" your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades, your legs locking around his waist, his lips move down the side of your chin to leave bites at your neck. Sounds of your heavy exhales and whimpers growing needy has his dick twitching in his sweats.

"Wanna continue, love?" his hands clench to the sheets on either side of your head, keeping himself from crushing you completely, his hips rock against you.

"Yes...please." you exhaled shakily, bucking your hips to him.

It didn't take much longer for him to have you bent outta shape.

"Ooohhh Fuuuuck!"

In the perfect position, face down, ass up, your sweet raunchy melodic moans bounced off the four white walls as you clawed at the sheets. Body jerking, mouth gaped, and brows furrowed. Your back arched into his embrace as he pounds profoundly deep into your pretty little pussy.

"Mhmm, that's it, take that shit, mama-- fuck, you look so good like this."

Quick with precision, no breaks in between leaving marks on your bronze flesh. He leaves you breathless with your hand rested at his abdomen. He grabs at your wrist pinning it to your lower back to feel your long acrylics dig into his skin.

With sweat drenched strands sticking to his forehead, mouth gaped with heavy grunts, he observes the sight of your fat ass jiggling to the slamming of his hips.

Fucking you at an angle, your whimpers become suppressed by your swollen bitten lips. “Heh, you like this shit... don't you, baby? You like it rough? You like the way my dick feels baby, hm?" You were unable to speak, jaw dropped with hesitant moans slipping out and when he doesn't hear a response, when he doesn't hear you communicate with him, he dares to go slow. "Or should I go slow? Huh? Want me to fuck you slow and hard, dollface? Cause I can do that, I can give it to you just like this--" His thrusts still so harsh and rough against your clit, pegging his dick to grind deeper.

"O-Ooh fuck n-no, keep going! keep going! Don't. stop." You whined like baby hating the change of pace.

"Yeah?" he cocked a brow at you in amusement, smirking evilly.

"Mhmmm, please, Dickie, please go faster..." you beg

He grabs at your hips roughly once more, digging his fingers into your flesh, praising you. "Good fucking girl."

He was practically fucking you to pound town, fucking you till the bed was creaking, till your sounds were silence by the agonizing warmth of excitement circulating through your nervous system.

Your curls were shielding over your clenched eyes, head tilted back from his hand collecting a fist full of your hair, your lips gaped open in euphoric pleasure. You begin to wail as he pounds into you relentlessly.

He watches your pussy lips pucker around his length, squeezing him tightly and sucking him deeper and deeper till he reached your cervix. He was so deep you could practically feel him in your stomach. Driving and grinding his hips into you meanly, his hand was placed at the small of your back molding you into an arch.

And like a cat, slowly you follow through with his silent command, planting your chest onto the mattress, your arms outstretched from you, your head turns sideways observing how he fucks you in rhythmic motion, hands transitioning to coddle at your hips.

"Harder, baby, harder..." You nearly laugh at the sudden vibrations of your skin smacking repeatedly against one another, caught in a trance to the gushy squelching sounds of your sweet, sweet essences dripping from around your thighs. "Y-yeah, that's it, just like that-- mmphm...oh my God!" Your breath is caught at your throat, eyes beginning to water.

His hands grope at your ass cheeks, using the fatty flesh for leverage, turning his fingers white. Thumbs pulled your ass cheeks apart so he could catch a glimpse each time he thrusts into you with ease, the squelching gushy gushy of your arousal feels and sounds so sticky and wet to his ears, so sloppy that its dripping onto the sheets and soaking at the base of his abdomen.

"Shit, m'bout to cum..."

Between your parted legs you feel his hand move towards your center, gasping, "fuuuck!" You grind yourself against his fingers as they move around your folds, gaining your silk and ghost over your clit, slapping against it couple of times before giving it a sweet gentle rub in quick circular motions.

"Mmm'fuuuck yesss!"

You wail, body crumbling lower, feeling suddenly weak within his grasp.

He smirks victoriously when he feels you start to clench around his length, quivering like damn leaf. "Mhm, cum on this dick, mama." You release a deep guttural moan beneath him, when your body collapses to the bed sounds of your cum gushing from out of you is heard as he ruts inside of you, following in pursuit.

"Shit, gotdamn baby!"

He stood back with huff, watching as his tip leaked all over the crack of your ass. His cum seeping from out of your entrance down the side of your shaking thigh. Taking a hold of his dick, the swell of his mushroom tip smears your shared juices all along your center, between your folds, rubbing it up and down against your clit to hear you whimper from the sensitivity.

Stepping away, he kneels down to be leveled with your ass. Peppering kisses all along the red imprinted cheek, he nibbles at your thigh next.

He feels you move, your upper body turned sideways with your knee bent while the other stayed straight. Your hand reaches for the crown of his head as his face buries into the crevice of your cheeks. Inhaling the scent of your cum, it rubs up against his nose as he started to lick at you.

"Mmph, I can never get enough of you." He states pulling your ass cheeks apart some more, his tongue dragging up from your pussy to the space of your ass.

You squeal to the feeling of his long pink tongue slithering past your quivering hole. Dark lust filled eyes watching as your swollen lips parted, keeping eye contact with him as you press his head deeper, bucking your hips back.

You welcome him back into your heat, making out with your cunt, moaning at the taste of you lingering on his buds, his hands begin to smack at your ass a few times, groping at the flesh as he starts to slurp up his salvia, devouring you some more to feel it roll down the side of his mouth and smear against your inner thigh messily.

"Aww, shit!...you just can't get enough, huh?" You whimper laugh starting to ride his face as you feel him poke at your sweet spot, "fuck, you always find the right spot...Oh, m'cumming."

And what felt like the fifth time already, you cum, you cum all along his face feeling his head shake to finish you off completely.

Pulling away to see your pussy juices shine all along his mouth and chin, smeared at his cheeks. You watched as his smirk grew, his tongue slipping out to lick around his mouth seductively before going in for a kiss. His tongue shoved down your throat while your hand moves to stroke at his dick, thumb rubbing around his swollen tip.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

... y'all what the fuck did I just create???

[thegriddleharkmusicblog]

List of songs on my Spotify playlist

Some people have requested to see the songs on my playlist so(this took longer than I thought it would) also not all of these necessarily “fit” some of them I just like to imagine griddlehark AUs to, I’m going to sort these some other time and probably take some out but it’s 10 pm here

I Hate Everything About You, Three Days Grace

Sk8er Boi, Avril Lavigne

Best of You, Foo Fighters

THE LONELIEST, Măneskin

Savior, Rise Against

Sugar, We're Goin Down, Fall Out Boy

Dear Maria, Count Me In, All Time Low

Atlantis, Seafret

Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood

Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

Let Me Down Slowly, Alec Benjamin

There You Are, ZAYN

Stitches, Shawn Mendes

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Paloma Faith

die first, Nessa Barrett

They Don't Know About Us, One Direction

Ghost Of You, 5 Seconds of Summer

Unconditionally, Katy Perry

Walk Me Home, P!nk

NAVE

Don't Give Up On Me,Andy Grammer

All of Me, John Legend

In the Name of Love, Martin Garrix, Bebe Rexha

better off without me, Matt Hansen

Clarity, Vance Joy

Hold My Girl, George Ezra

Don't Blame Me, Taylor Swift

Take Me to Church, Hozier

Another Love, Tom Odell

Soldier, Before You Exit

So Far Away, Martin Garrix, David Guetta, Jamie Scott

Find My Way Back, Eric Arjes

Him & I (with Halsey), E G-Eazy, Halsey

Work Song, Hozier

Bleeding Love, Leona Lewis

I Won't Say (I'm In Love), Susan Egan(the one from Hercules)

Fire On Fire, Sam Smith

Grenade, Bruno Mars

The Drug In Me Is You, Falling In Reverse

Mercy, Shawn Mendes

All I Want, Kodaline

Haunted (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Control, Zoe Wees

What A Time, Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Too Good At Goodbyes, Sam Smith

lovely (with Khalid), Billie Eilish, Khalid

If I Would Have Known, Kyle Hume

Running Up That Hill, Kate Bush

Love Is Gone - Acoustic, SLANDER, Dylan Matthew

idfc, blackbear

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart, Mark Ronson, Miley Cyrus

Half A Man, Dean Lewis

Make Up Your Mind, Florence + The Machine

What Is This Feeling?, Ariana Grande, Cynthia Erivo

If We Have Each Other, Alec Benjamin

Meet you at the Graveyard, Cleffy

The One That Got Away, Katy Perry

I Think I'm In Love, Kat Dahlia

Happiest Year, Jaymes Young

I Don't Wanna Live Forever, ZAYN, Taylor Swift

Dusk Till Dawn (feat. Sia) - Radio Edit, ZAYN, Sia

Back To You, Selena Gomez

Happier, Marshmello, Bastille

The Story Of Us (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Dress, Taylor Swift

Allies or Enemies, The Crane Wives

A Match Into Water, Pierce The Veil

Disease, Lady Gaga

Red (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Skyfall, Adele

In The Stars, Benson Boone

Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi

Say You Won't Let Go, James Arthur

Built To Be Bad, Grace Gachot, Alex Sampson

Rewrite The Stars, Zac Efron, Zendaya

All | Wanted, Paramore

Breathe In, Breathe Out, David Kushner

Daylight, David Kushner

Sweet Oblivion, David Kushner

Treat You Better, Shawn Mendes

Hold Me While You Wait, Lewis Capaldi

Arcade, Duncan Laurence

Wait for lt, Leslie Odom Jr.

We Hug Now, Sydney Rose

Love In The Dark, Adele

The Moon Will Sing, The Crane Wives

You're Somebody Else, flora cash

Indigo, Sam Barber, Avery Anna

Only If For A Night, Florence + The Machine

Separate, PVRIS

I miss you, I'm sorry, Gracie Abrams

Let Her Go, Passenger

Fight or Flight, Conan Gray

Go Tonight, Krystina Alabado, Emma Hunton

This Is Love, Air Traffic Controller

Not Dead Yet, Lord Huron

I'm Your Man, Mitski

Kiss With A Fist, Florence + The Machine

Francesca, Hozier

Going to Marrakesh, The Extra Glenns

River, Bishop Briggs

Here’s a cookie if you made it all the way down here 🍪

[roseofdarknessblog]

Christmas lights | Levi Ackerman

Another day was slowly coming to an end. It was a pretty long and tiring one, but at least you were even more excited to finally get home. To go back to your little cozy apartment, that you shared with your loving partner, the love of your life. But before returning to your lovely home, there was still an hour left of your shift in the bookstore you worked at. Since your boss left a few hours back, needing to attend some meeting at her son’s school, it was only you for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

You were sitting behind the cash register, looking outside through the shop window. The streets were all covered in a light layer of snow, which was very peacefully falling from the sky since early in the afternoon. Everything was already decorated for Christmas. Wherever you looked, there was some time of decoration, the bookstore interior including.

But since you loved this time of the year, you didn’t mind one bit. Seeing all the colorful Christmas lights made you happy as if you were a little child seeing them for the very first time. They always mesmerized you for some reason and you were looking forward to them every single year.

The bookstore was open until seven and it was just a couple of minutes until the clock would strike six. Right on the dot, somebody came into the store, just a few minutes after a group of girls left with their new books. As the door opened, a little bell above it rang loudly to alert you for a new customer. When you looked up, your eyes met with a pair of stunning blue-grey eyes you knew so well.

„Hi! What are you doing here? You said you’ll be working late today,“ you said happily and stood up immediately, hurrying to him. Levi put a little paper bag on the counter and then opened his arms for you. When you excitedly crashed into him, almost knocking the poor man off his feet, he hugged you tightly and pulled you as close as possible.

„I can always get the work done tomorrow or another day,“ he said, pressing his lips to yours in a long and sweet kiss. His left arm wrapped around your waist even tighter, not wanting to let you go, while the fingers of his right hand wandered into your hair. „I’ll keep you company until closing time if you don’t mind.“

„And if I do?“ you joked, resting your foreheads together.

„Then I’ll just go home and take this with me.“ With a tiny smirk, he motioned towards the paper bag on the counter. „I stopped in that new caffé and picked up something sweet for you.“

Excitedly, you peeked into the bag, your eyes sparkling with joy almost immediately. Even before you knew what drink he got for you, merely the sight of tiny gingerbread man cookies made your entire day.

„They are so tiny and cute,“ you said with a smile and popped one into your mouth. „Why did I never think about making them like this?“ Levi watched you with visible amusement in his eyes, stepping closer to you again and putting one of his hands on your lower back.

„People were going crazy over them, but I have to admit that they’re pretty tasty.“ He kissed your temple, while you were chewing on another tiny gingerbread man. The frosting on them tasted just like heaven. „The drink is basic hot chocolate but they claimed it’s made by a secret family recipe so it should be special in a way.“

You eagerly took a sip, really focusing on the flavor. It was rich and creamy, truly tasting like good-quality melted chocolate and not just a bunch of sugar. „It’s really good. I think I can taste vanilla in it.“

„You should, they asked if I want it with regular or vanilla milk.“

Smiling happily, you gave Levi a kiss. „You know me too well.“

Talking about how your days were, you drank your hot chocolate and enjoyed the gingerbread man bites together with Levi. Only one customer came to the bookstore before it was truly closing time, so you were able to give Levi your full attention. Before going home, he helped you close the shop and put everything in order, so your boss wouldn’t get mad in the morning.

„Would you like to check out the Christmas market? They opened yesterday“ Levi asked, as you were finally walking home. Hand in hand, through the beautifully lit streets. The snow was still peacefully falling, covering your surroundings in a thick white coat.

You shook your head. „Not today, I’m too tired to be around so many people. We could go during the weekend,“ you suggested instead, squeezing his hand. It was too cold to wander around tonight, and you truly were too tired to see and hear that many people all around.

„Sure, the weekend’s fine too,“ Levi assured you, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

So instead of taking the route, that would lead you to the Christmas market, you took a different one, which led you through one of the town’s parks. The street lamps were nicely decorated there as well, while there also was a big ice-skating rink from where you could hear Christmas songs playing. You saw a group of kids building a little snowman gang, while another little group was trying and failing to build an igloo.

There was something special about evening walks in the snow before or during the holiday season. The whole world seemed so magical and unreal at moments. Even more, when you looked over at Levi and saw the relaxed and fond expression on his face, as he was taking in all the festive scenery around. Seeing him like this made your heart swell up with so much love for him, it would be hard to put into words.

Since the two of you got together, there was no need for you to wish for any kind of gift for Christmas. Levi himself became the most precious gift life could have ever given you. He being an actual Christmas baby was just a cute little detail you loved to dwell on.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.79 Merry and bright

Soooo... Just as Sophia predicted, we arrived late, but not as late as she thought. When we walked in, the scent of cookies and tomato sauce filled the air. The food and desserts had probably just come out of the oven, and far as I was concerned, we were right on time. The house looked amazing, and so did Mama. I couldn't get over how her new hair color just set off all her outfits. She looked like one of Father Winter's helpers with the red and green clothes, brown boots, and white hair.

"Merry Winterfest, buddy," she shouted, pulling me into a very merry hug. "Can't believe you made it before we ate."

"Heh, that makes two of you."

Dad greeted Sophia, and I wrapped my arms around my dear sister.

"It's sooo good to see you in real life, Less."

"Yeah, you too...even though you didn't call me when you got engaged."

"It literally just happened yesterday! And you know Mama kidnapped us."

"Oh, I know. She called me all frantic talking about, pack my things and come home immediately. I thought somebody died!"

Oh, Mama. She was so extra, and I loved it. Yeah, it could be too much sometimes, but I never had to wonder if she loved me.

I tried to introduce Less to Sophia, but she was really weird. She gave her a quick "nice to meet you" and went right back to speaking to me. Dwayne sat quietly watching all of us, so I introduced Sophia and sat down to give the illusion of including him. Naturally, Sophia and Less followed me. She dominated the conversation, asking me 1000 random questions. Sophia tried to insert herself and asked her about life in Mt. Komorebi, but Less wouldn't let her in. At one point, she got really annoyed and yelled at her.

"Can't you see I'm talking to my brother??"

I was used to her attitudes, but it took a lot not to lash out at her. I wouldn't tolerate anyone treating Sophia like trash. She missed me and wanted to catch up; I got that. And she had always been weird about girls around me, but the way she behaved really surprised me. But this was new for her, too. She never had to share me with anyone before, so I remained calm.

"Less... She just wants to get to know you. Don't you want to know her?"

She contemplated my suggestion, as though it was new information. Throughout our childhood, she always followed me. Whatever I did, she did. As long as I remained in the room, she would never give Sophia a chance, so I left them and looked for Dad. I found him in Mama's office decorating the tree...with Dwayne. Well, they weren't exactly working together. Dad hung the ornaments, and Dwayne was more like the hype man, approving of his placement and doing the whole a little more to the right thing. They worked on the tree with such precision, as if they painted a masterpiece or something.

I had to mess with them. They were so serious about the tree, but I didn't think it took all of that. I guess that's why I wasn't on tree duty.

"I think we need something blue right here. Like, bright, shocking blue right there."

They both glared at me with that "boy, get out" face, tee hee. Mission accomplished!

I sat and watched them finish hanging ornaments. When they completed that task, Dad asked if there were garland or other decorations. If it took them that long just to place ornaments, Father Winter would be there before the tree was ready. Luckily, Dwayne said it looked good. He probably felt how I felt. Mama came and said the food was ready, so Dad turned the tree on, and we placed our presents under it.

[mallowdarling]

I miss my boys so I will rant about them cuz they're so fangtastic. . .

Lucifer is just a sad man, he wants kisses and hugs but don't know how to ask and that's okay I give it to him and also a pet on his head cuz I know it's hurting like hell. Can I tuck him in bed? I hope so, I hope he doesn't escape :((

Mammon is my everything, my beginning and my end, he's so girly pop and also so :3 yknow? He just hides it cuz he's silly but he's very >w< to me. I hope he gets paid today like 100000000000 grims and I hope somebody validates him

Levi is pathetic and cute and soggy wet cat and that's self explanatory. I think somebody should shrink him so I could carry him in my pockets or ontop of my head. Like ratatouille! But snake version!!! I think he should do the sssssss thing tbh. Like imagine imagine.. he's nervous and then he keeps accidentally prolonging his S sounds waaaaah (^o^)/

Satan is so funny haha he's all angry and he kills people I think but he's so funky talking about cats like that's the only thing keeping him from going completely delulu on his blonde head and it's also very distinctive the way he will put a whoopee cushion on the chair for you to sit and laugh his ass off. He's the number one Tom & Jerry fan me thinks

Asmo is the girliest of the girly pop but like in a maniacal way. He's actually insane and very murderous, he is a psycho but the "pretty litte" kind of way, yknow the song. He's so pretty and smart and beautiful and divine. He's very monster high, you see it don't you? But still he just needs a kiss and true love just like a princess, oh honey <3

Beel is live laugh and love. I am not great at cooking but I could make him a ramen you get what I mean cuz he deserves it. But also more than hungry he's so very sweet, he's a family guy! He's so cute that I would let him hug me even after his fangol matches when he's all sweaty and dirty, idc. He makes fly noises when his wings are out too, I know that cuz I was there when it happened, and I think that's great, super kudos for him for that. I hope he also makes the hand rubs flies do

Belphie is a BRAT! Gotta love him. He's also a psycho and an actual killer but like he said he was sorry :( I still hold that against him but I will throw that in his face and humiliate him while I hand him cookies and a glass of milk. I hope he falls face first on the floor but then stay there and have a comfortable nap. His voice is so cute the cutest I want to strangle him with my bare hands. I hate him, I want him to be happy!!! I want him so so happy just so I can ruin his happiness and leave him miserable and then restore his spirit by shaking him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then slap his face as hard as I can. I hope he falls off a plane with a parachute in hands of course but like I want him to feel the fear

[kingstrawberry]

best birthday gift

(cw: food)

starts as a silly bday story with the krsn5 + natsu, ends with a bunch of #tsukikage fluff, a perfect bday for tsuki rly

—

tsukishima is /not/ a morning person. it’s public knowledge that he’d rather jump off a cliff than wake up before ten on a free day. his plan for his birthday is to sleep through it, he’d like nothing better.

unfortunately for him, tsukishima has friends who are morning people, and they want to celebrate with him for the whole day, which apparently starts at eight. his phone hasn’t stopped chiming with messages for the last ten minutes. he starts to roll over, ignoring the phone, but then it rings.

he reflexively slams his hand onto his nightstand and grabs it. before he can think to stop himself, tsuki picks up the call.

“what?!” he hisses at his best friend.

“happy birthday tsukki!!” yamaguchi shouts.

“yamaguchi tadashi, it’s the middle of the night, tell me why i shouldn’t murder you right now.”

yamaguchi, bastard that he is, just laughs. “somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“i shouldn’t even be awake right now!”

“but then how will you see your birthday gift?” yamaguchi asks, voice perfectly innocent even though tsukishima knows he’s grinning like a demon right now.

tsuki’s about to throw his phone out the window but a soft “happy birthday lemon-san,” makes him nearly drop it on the bed instead.

he hears hinata’s voice through the line even though hinata clearly isn’t talking to him. “ssshhhhh!!! you’re sposed to be a surprise for the birthday boy!!”

“i have a gift!” the little voice shouts back.

“tell hinata not to call me a birthday boy,” tsukishima deadpans to yamaguchi.

“you got it, birthday man,” yamaguchi deadpans back before hanging up.

—

“wow!” yamaguchi says as tsuki emerges from his house. “that’s the fastest you’ve ever got down here!”

“not true, he was faster last year when we told him hinata set your hair on fire,” kags argues.

hinata puts his hands up in surrender. “in my defense, birthday candles are more dangerous than i thought.”

tsuki’s about to say no one was actually on fire and that they’re all idiots, but he’s distracted by a tiny orange blur running towards him.

“lemon-san!” natsu cheers as she jumps up for a hug.

he scoops her up easily, just like he’s done a thousand times before, and turns to look at hinata. “you’re actually the worst for using your sister like this,” he says as he follows his friends down the path away from his house.

hinata scoffs, appalled. “/she/ wanted to see you!” he brings one hand down over his heart. “i tried my best not to bring her, i swear, but she was too excited.” he scowls at natsu but its clear he’s not actually upset. “nearly set the kitchen on fire yesterday.”

natsu, perched with her head on tsuki’s shoulder, looks down at her older brother and giggles.

“kitchen fire?” tsuki asks.

hinata nods. “she wanted to make your gift.” he hands natsu a small box covered in hand drawn swirls and glitter.

“thank you, natsu,” tsuki says as she gives it to him.

he opens the little box and finds a bunch of cookies, frosted to look like volleyballs. it’s not professionally done, but it’s not messy either. “you did this?”

natsu shakes her head. “blueberry-san helped!”

tsuki turns to kags. “you did?”

“do you think hinata could prevent a kitchen fire?”

yama snorts and tsuki laughs while the idiot duo start arguing.

before the argument gets too bad, natsu taps tsuki’s wrist, a nonverbal signal that she wants to be let down, and he sets her on the ground.

she immediately runs between the idiots while tsuki falls into step with yama.

“here,” yama says, holding a bag out to tsuki. “happy birthday, birthday man.”

tsuki takes the bag and elbows him simultaneously.

“ow!”

“don’t be a baby,” tsuki responds as he removes the gift paper from yama’s bag. “jurassic park?”

yama smiles. “there’s more.”

tsuki rummages through the bag some more. there really is too much filler paper in there. the side of his hand hits another piece of plastic and he pulls The Lost World out.

“your old tapes must be nearly dead,” yama mutters.

“my copy of Three offed itself last year,” tsuki admits.

yama gapes at him for a second, but he quickly regains his composure. “you’re gonna love the rest of the gift, then.”

tsuki’s eyebrows shoot up as he looks at yama. “that’s too much money.”

yama smiles softly. “it wasn’t all me.” before tsuki can ask, yama tilts his head forward.

“hinata?”

yama nods. “he chipped in but he has his own gift for you too. both of them,” he waves his hand vaguely at the two oranges directly in front of him, “wanted to make you something.”

tsuki lets the DVDs fall back into the bag and gingerly sets natsu’s cookies on top before hugging yamaguchi, who reciprocates immediately.

“happy birthday,” yama says quietly.

“thanks,” tsuki replies, matching yama’s volume.

they let go quickly though, startled by natsu shouting at kageyama. “you have to!” she grabs his hand. “they go together!”

kageyama easily lets natsu drag him back to tsuki, bumping shoulders with yamaguchi as he passes them to walk with hinata instead.

tsuki picks natsu up automatically. “what goes together?”

“our gifts!” natsu says brightly.

tsuki looks at kags expectantly.

it’s kind of difficult for kags to get his gift out of his jacket since natsu is still holding his hand, but he manages after a few seconds of fumbling. he quickly hands tsuki an unlabeled bottle full of pink liquid.

“pepto?” tsuki asks.

kags’ brow creases. “strawberry milk.”

tsuki turns the bottle in his hands. there are no markings on it anywhere, and it looks more like a soda bottle than a milk bottle. “suspicious.”

“homemade.”

“it’s half empty.”

kags’ ears turn as pink as his homemade drink. “i may have given some away,” he mumbles.

“you /gave away/ my birthday gift?”

“the real gift is at my house!” kags blurts defensively. “and i couldn’t just-”

“i wanted to try,” natsu says.

“oh.” tsukishima relaxes. “that’s fine then.” he gives the bottle to her. “you can have as much as you want, orange-kun.”

she lets go of kageyama’s hand to open the bottle, but tsuki grabs his hand before it can fall back to his side.

kags doesn’t even seem to notice as he automatically interlaces their fingers. “you see why i couldn’t say no,” kags says as both of them watch natsu happily drink tsuki’s gift.

tsuki nods. “you’re forgiven.”

kags scowls. “i never apologized.”

tsuki grins at him. “and i still forgave you.”

kags opens his mouth to respond but tsuki asks a question before they can start arguing.

“what’s this about the real gift?”

kageyama smiles at him. “you’ll see.”

tsuki is about to ask what the hell that means when a bell chimes ahead of them.

“hurry up!” yamaguchi shouts as he slips through the cafe door.

tsuki can see yachi through the window. she smiles and waves at him. he waves back.

“happy birthday, tsukishima!” she says cheerfully as he, kags and natsu join the other three at the table.

“thanks.”

“why is natsu pink?” hinata asks.

“what?” tsuki asks as he moves natsu enough that he can see her face.

she grins at him, showing off her bright pink milk mustache.

“oh, its the king’s gift.”

“what?” hinata and yachi say in unison.

“you got him milk?” yama asks.

“i /made/ milk.”

“i didn’t know you were a cow,” hinata says flatly.

kags nods very seriously, as if he’s about to deliver some life changing news. “cow-geyama.”

tsuki covers his mouth. it was a dumb joke and he will /not/ laugh at it, no matter how much yachi giggles or how wide yamaguchi’s eyes get.

in his effort not to look at his amused friends, tsuki ends up catching kags’ eye.

kags smiles at him knowingly.

tsuki huffs. he can always question kags about the real gift after breakfast.

—

it turns out kags is very good at avoiding questions, and that’s how tsukishima ends up at kageyama’s house at seven pm on his birthday. he kind of wants to sleep but his curiosity outweighs his fatigue.

kags hands him a box that he practically tears open. a large photo frame with a dinosaur on the corner stares up at him.

“thank you?” tsuki says. this would be a better gift for yamaguchi than him. hinata and yachi got him a camera last christmas and he hasn’t stopped taking pictures since. tsuki would ask if kags somehow got his gifts switched around, but there’s a dinosaur on the frame.

“be honest, this was yamaguchi’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“no!”

“hinata’s then.”

“no! god, you’re such an asshole.”

tsuki pouts. “thats not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

“oh /now/ you’re the birthday boy.”

tsuki looks at kags like he’s stupid. “it’s been my birthday the whole day.”

kags snatches the open box from tsuki’s hands. “i’m taking my gift back.”

“hey!” tsuki reaches for the box but kags holds it behind him, out of reach, and tsuki ends up with his arms around kags’ waist. “give it!”

“no.”

tsuki steps back with a frown, but not enough that they’re actually as far apart as they were a few minutes ago. his hands rest on kageyama’s hips as he thinks.

“what’re you-” kags gets cut off by a peck on the lips.

tsuki uses kags’ surprise against him and gets his gift back by reaching around him before he can react.

“oh my god,” kags groans, pressing his head into tsuki’s shoulder. “worst boyfriend ever.”

“and /i/ love /you./”

kags cracks a smile. “you’ll love me more after you get your real gift.”

tsuki’s brow furrows. “this isn’t it?”

kags shakes his head. “this is just for the team picture you keep on the fridge.”

tsuki feels a warmth in his chest that kags thought of a small detail like that. he leans down and steals another peck before asking what his real gift is.

kags takes tsuki to his living room and sits him on the couch. nothing looks out of place, and there’s nothing that particularly looks like a gift, unless kags is planning on giving tsukishima a decorative paper fan. there’s at least five on the wall behind the TV.

kags turns the TV on and switches the channel to a documentary about koalas.

“this is my gift?”

“its what you watch while i get your gift ready.”

tsukishima’s confusion reaches an all time high, but he’s long since given up on understanding kags’ thought process. “okay.”

it’s not long before enticing scents are coming from the kitchen. tsuki tries his best to focus on the documentary; it’s pretty good and he’s actually learning a decent amount about- his stomach growls. \’okay, thats enough.’\ he’s had a very fun but very exhausting day, and the last twenty minutes of all these mouthwatering scents wafting over has nearly killed him.

tsuki heads into the kitchen, where kags is pouring a bright pink drink that tsuki recognizes as his birthday gift.

kags doesn’t look away from the mugs as he speaks. “i set everything up already. go eat.”

tsuki is too hungry to argue or offer kags help with the slightly messy kitchen. he walks into the dining room without a word.

at the dinner table, there’s enough food to feed at least five people, plus a strawberry shortcake. tsuki piles food onto his plate and he’s halfway through a bowl of rice and beef when kags comes in with the milk.

“enjoying your real gift?”

tsuki nods. his mouth is too full for him to speak.

dinner goes by quickly and mostly silently. aside from utensils clinking and a few requests to pass food across the table, they’re not making noise. kags was just as hungry as tsuki (he always is), so the only constant sound is both of them chewing.

tsuki practically inhales two slices of strawberry shortcake as kags has his third helping of chicken curry and rice.

they both finish their meal with strawberry milk, which is surprisingly good despite its unsettling color.

“how did you,” tsuki’s mouth is slow, and talking takes too much effort. he’s about two minutes away from a food coma. “the color.”

kags blinks at tsuki for a few seconds. clearly all the food has taken its toll on him too. “food coloring.”

kags heads to the living room and tsuki follows.

tsuki is halfway through putting on his shoes when kags asks what he’s doing. “i’m putting my shoes on.”

kags clicks his tongue. “i know, why?”

“to go home?”

“just stay over.”

“didn’t you bring us here to say goodnight?” tsuki asks, but he slips his shoe off anyway.

“no.” kags’ voice softens. “i thought we could watch a movie.”

“im going to pass out as soon as i sit on the couch.”

kags takes this in stride easily. he takes tsuki’s hand in his. “okay, then let’s go to bed.”

alarm bells go off in tsuki’s head. he’s never shared a bed with kags before and he’s not sure what to expect, but any worry he has is soothed as soon as he sinks into the blankets.

“at least change first.”

“don’t have spare clothes.”

kags throws a t-shirt and pair of blue sweats at him. “use these.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to argue about how these clothes are gonna leave his ankles and his waist exposed. he just does as he’s told and burrows into the blankets like he never plans to come out.

but even in his sleep addled state, he feels the lights turn off and hears the bedroom door open. “if you sleep on the couch in your own house i /will/ sleep on the floor.”

kags huffs out a quiet laugh.

“i’m serious.”

“i know you are.”

it wouldn’t even be the first time tsuki’s done that.

“i’m just gonna clean up first. i’ll be right back.”

tsuki squints at kags, using the glow from the windows and the hallway to see his face. “okay,” he says slowly. “but if you’re not back in an hour im gonna get up and bring you here.”

kags smiles, or at least tsuki thinks he does. it’s kind of hard to tell with the bad lighting and no glasses on. “alright, just sleep for now though.” kags closes the door behind him.

“okay,” tsuki says to the empty room as he sets an alarm on his phone for an hour from now.

—

the alarm chimes just as the bed sinks next to tsuki.

tsuki turns it off and blinks at his boyfriend. “you’re done?”

kags nods, and tsuki sees that he’s also changed into pajamas, very familiar looking pajamas. he grabs his phone and shines the flashlight on kageyama.

“you have a Silver Moon shirt?”

kags shakes his head and his cheeks turn pink. “you do.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to connect the dots. “what?” his Silver Moon shirt went missing just over a month ago.

“i told yama this was a dumb idea,” kags mutters.

“huh?”

kags sighs heavily. “yamaguchi said you would think it was cute if i wore your clothes.”

“how’d you even get it?” kags hasn’t even been to tsuki’s house in the last three months at least. whenever they want to spend time together they always go to kageyama’s house.

“yamaguchi,” kags says simply.

“ah.” ok so mystery solved. that is tsuki’s Silver Moon shirt. it’s not missing, kags is wearing it. tsuki’s brain finally kicks into gear. his boyfriend is wearing his clothes. he feels his face heat up and one of his hands shoots out of the blankets to grab kags’ arm and pull him into the bed.

kags quickly settles in as the small spoon with tsuki’s arm around his waist and his face tucked into the crook of kags’ neck.

it’s nice, cozy, with the added bonus that kags can’t look at tsuki. tsuki doesn’t think he could take it if kags looked at him right now. “keep the shirt,” tsuki mumbles.

“hm?”

“keep it.”

he feels kags still next to him. “really?”

tsuki yawns. “you look cute.” from this position, tsuki can smell the fresh laundry scent coming off of the shirt. this definitely isn’t the first time kags has worn it since it went missing. “take all my shirts if you want,” he sleepily adds as his eyes close.

“shut up,” kags replies, but there’s no heat to his words, especially as he pushes back to lean further into tsuki. it’s a feeling tsuki could get used to.

“that’s not,” tsuki yawns, “not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

instead of a verbal response, tsuki gets a lot of squirming and rolling around. before he can open his eyes, he feels a peck on his lips. his eyes fly open and he sees a blushing kageyama just a few inches away from him. he leans forward for a better kiss.

kags sighs into him and he feels a hand slide up to rest at the base of his neck. they eventually pull apart for air but they’re still tangled together. kags smiles warmly at him, rough edges rounded out with sleep. “happy birthday, kei.”

tsuki pulls him closer, this time pressing his face into kageyama’s collarbone. “goodnight, tobio.”

“goodnight.”

tsuki falls asleep with a hand running through his hair. his last thought is that kags taking his shirt might be the best gift he’s ever gotten.

[luminouslotuses]

q!jaiden song dump………there’s a lot

anxieties (out of time) - the regrettes

what can i, what can i do? / can somebody give me a damn clue? / fear on my body like glue / can’t move, i can’t move, i can’t move / what can i, what can i say? / tellin’ myself that i’m okay / colors come after the rain

all of these anxieties / come over me, just let me breathe / are we just forever runnin’ out of time? / missin’ how it feels to really be alive / knock me down-down, up, back down / knock me down, i won’t back down

paint - the paper kites

this house has never been the same as before / it’s never felt warm, never felt warm / there’s something moving through the windows and walls / i’ve seen it before, seen it before / you left me living with a lingering soul / how little you know, how little you know

see where i am is where i’m wanting to be / i know what i need, know what i need / and there are many different places to see / i know how to dream, know how to dream / still there’s a wound and i’m moving slow / though it don’t show, though it don’t show

12345 - em beihold

and my neighbors’ screams are deafenin’ / so i’ve got the music blastin’ / feel the skin, the floor / the matches light the candle / hope it passes, smell the / one plant i can’t believe i kept alive / this must be what victory tastes like

instead of findin’ purpose / i could just sell insurance / or join a pyramid scheme / whatever the hell that means, oh / “you need a hug, are you alright?” / “nobody’s loved you much tonight” / only the mirror tells me i’m fine

before the line - dodie

i have an entire post on this one :]

not strong enough - boygenius

black hole opened in the kitchen / every clock’s a different time / it would only take the energy to fix it / i don’t know why i am

the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am / just lowering your expectations / half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing / close my eyes and count

there’s something in the static / i think i’ve been having revelations / coming to in the front seat, nearly empty / skip the exit to our old street and go home / go home alone

happy - mitski

happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way / i poured him tea, and he told me, “it’ll all be okay” / well, i told him i’d do anything to have him stay with me

i was in the bathroom, i didn’t hear him leave / i locked the door behind him, and i turned around to see / ooh, all the cookie wrappers and the empty cups of tea / well, i sighed and mumbled to myself, “again, i have to clean” / i sighed and mumbled to myself

and when you go, take this heart / i’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you / and if you’re going, take the moon / then, maybe i will see you; in the night, i’ll see you

body and mind - girl in red

i’ve been in the deep end since i realized / there is a difference between body and mind / i’ve been at my lowest for the longest time / knowing my existence is not one of a kind

but i’ve had / my deepest cries for now / my heart’s out / my guard’s down

making the bed - olivia rodrigo

they’re changin’ my machinery, and i just let it happen / i got the things i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined

push away all the people who know me the best / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed / i’m so tired of being the girl that i am / every good thing has turned into something i dread / and i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed

$20 - boygenius

pushing flowers that come up into the front of a shotgun / so many hills to die on

(take a break, make your escape) / gas, out of time, out of money / you’re doing what you can, just makin’ it run / (there’s only so much i can)

wait on me, i’m not ready / i still have to change, have to change, have to change

snow angel - reneé rapp

first to arrive, last to leave / what’s misery without company? / it’s hard to laugh when it’s hard to breathe

smiles hide what secrets keep / can’t tell a lie if you never speak / look in the mirror, she looks like me / but half-alive and twice as weak

if it kills me, i tried / if it kills me, i

[zalrb]

Anon-Requested Love Island USA Review - Episode 3 (out of, like, 8 million)

"Are you a fuck boy?" "I've been nice to you!" Fuck boys don't BEGIN mean, Hakeem.

"I'm with Hannah right now but your boy, Hakeem" I like how Connor and Hakeem have to be friends for no other reason than that they arrived on the island together.

"Promise not to judge me? I really like books on serial killers" So, crime novels or true crime nonfiction.

So, it didn't take Hercules coming in for Coye to feel stressed. Just a man who eats a cookie once in a while.

"He, like, set up a little, like, secret thing at the dock" he literally just asked you to meet him there. It's like when everyone freaks out because the Beast showed Belle his library. He's just letting her go to another room in the castle he's locked her in.

No but really, why are you waking up and hugging each other? LOL. You just slept. You didn't go away. What? Idk I'm not a morning person. I understand hugging before sleeping more than hugging after waking up.

Aaron, get that toothpaste off of your mouth PLEASE.

Why do you need a signal? You came in and gave avocado toast and then left and now Leah is gone too. You think people won't know where she went? Also, if you're all about honesty you should just be like, Leah can I see you for a second?

"We're locked in ... ... but we will talk to other people." So you are not, in fact, locked in.

A CUSTOM LOUIS VUITTON HOLDER FOR HIS BLUNTS? Leah, WHAT? You spent a grand on WHAT?

Did you buy him a house or something?? Aaron, she spent 2,500 dollars.

Why are you mad that Kaylor spent 5 grand on a man? That means she could spend that much on you??

We're going to find out what your girl's body count is. IN 2024? WHY?

"I swear to god she lied to me. She's a fucking liar." Coye, SHUT UP. Why does this MATTER?

"Let's find out how many times your boy has ghosted somebody." What, do they count? How would they know? How do you know it's exactly 50 women you've ghosted. How do you know that it's 1001 women you've ghosted?

"He's giving a wholesome king energy." Mmhmm. His body count is high.

Aaron's body count: 75 Kaylor: *let's out of a wail of despair*.

He was questioning ME about MY body count, well in that case you should eviscerate him.

Connor who apparently slept with 53 women thinks a woman sleeping with 15 men is too many men? "It LoOks LiKe A dOuBlE sTaNdaRd" because it IS, you dickhead.

Let's also apply the American Pie "Rule of Three" to the men.

Hakeem: It shouldn't be more than me! What if she's just a better closer than you, though?

TEN, AARON? WHAT IF SHE, LIKE YOU, WAS HEARTBROKEN? "I don't actually care" you put down a number.

YOUNG KING, YOUNG KING. Don't make me laugh.

Coye is RIDICULOUS. The amount of women you slept with could be the size of a church congregation, gtfoh.

JaNa was throwing shots at you. Coye: idgaf. I'm 6'8.

Coye, I know you're 6'8 but you still have to SPEAK. "I don't want to open up too fast" but you need to say something.

JaNa: I want clarity. Coye: How much clearer can I be? I am 6'8.

"I told him I had a good conversation with Connor and he was like 'cool' and it's like FIGHT FOR SOMEONE" lmao, see, Brucas shippers, it's not just a Lucas thing.

We are conveniently going to take a selfie on the balcony where we will just HAPPEN to see Leah and Rob together on one of their dates where Rob does literally nothing but just ask her to sit.

But good news, the fellas' body count will go down! No, it will stay the same.

JaNa, Coye is not a 10/10 he is just 6'8.

Aww, Serena and Kordell.

These re-couplings are not very dramatic so far. Where is the twist.

Wouldn't it be funny if Leah didn't choose Rob?

You can explore different people but if you're feeling someone more, just say that. Literally, though.

There is NO REASON why this music should make me feel like I'm watching a Christopher Nolan movie. SETTLE DOWN.

I'm glad she chose Connor. I don't trust Connor because while Rob is a serpent, Connor may be a demon because LOOK at those EYES

but Coye was BORING and arrogant. The 6'8 sway can only last so long, sir.

JaNa: I'm sorry. Coye: It's all good. (he's 6'8. he'll be fine.)

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“Whoop!” The Peppermint looking Ice King hopped down from the top of the waterfall, sticking the landing. “Huzzah! Touch Down!” He then approached the pair, waving at them like they were friends, which they were not. “Howdy kiddos what’s the haps?! This a picnic?! Please say yes, cuz I forgot my trail mix back at the castle and I have got the munchies like ya would not believe.”

“Uh... who’s this, your friend?” Finn asked the Princess.

“NO!” Bubblegum said with venom. “That’s Ice King and he ain’t no friend of mine!”

“Oh Bubble baby, c’mon, don’t be like this, especially in front of the kids!” The Ice King retorted. “You’re gonna traumatize em!”

“NO! DAAA-” The Princess was about to swear again, but after side-eyeing Finn she course corrected. “-NG-GUM... V-VARMINT! Speaking of which, it’s high time I took you out like one.”

The Princess readied her Flamer, setting it to full blast, prepared to take the Ice Kings life. Then she remembered the Crown upon his head, HER crown. She lowered her flamethrower and sighed in livid frustration. She couldn’t risk damaging the Gem. She suspected it would be able to survive anything due to being a Magical Artifact of great power unto itself but did not want to risk it.

“First, GIVE ME THE HEL-HECK BACK MY CROWN!!!”

“What? Oh this?! ZONK NO! It’s mine! I found it and it makes me look regal as heck but in a subtle way, like I’m 500 and boyish again!”

“W-WHA-... Glob, give me strength.” Bubblegum said as she rubbed her hand into her face. She was so tired of his shenanigans that she was starting to lose her flavor. What was she going to have to do to get some peace, sacrifice a lamb?

“But seriously, you got any food? I’m starving!” Asked the Ice King.

“I ain’t gonna feed you, ya mangey... moon mongler!” Said the Princess, who considered torching the Lunatic as Finn walked past her. “What are you-”

“Here!” Finn offered up pair of bagged snax. “Would you like Chips or Cookies?!”

“Oh! Uh... thanks kid!” He said as he took both and opened them up to start chowing down on the unhealthy remedy for the Munchies.

“Hah! Good choice bro!” Finn said with a cheerful admiration.

“Oh. My. Flipping. GLOB!” Shouted Bubblegum. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”

“Hole up for a sec!” Finn said hoping for patience.

A giggle could be heard from the trees above, Bubblegum and Finn, both barely heard it, but it was there. But neither paid it any mind, assuming it was a bird.

“So... Ice King...” Finn began.

“Yeah, what you want kid?” The old man said in a grouchy grandpa way as he munched on some chips. “If its the snax back ya ain’ gettin em! Cuz they’re mine, see!” He said as he opened his gob showing what he munched on.

“Hehe, gross!” Finn commented, retaining a warming, gentle smile, which the Ice King took notice of, but remained cautious. “Listen, can you be a good neighbor and let my friend over there have that crown hers back? It would mean a real ton to her and stuff.”

“Pffft-hah... dork.” Said a hushed, muffled, breathy unseen voice.

Finn looked around but spotted nobody. He felt a sense of confusion, because he swore he heard somebody but retained his focus on the now.

“Hmmm...nah!” He said as he stuffed his maw. “I mean wafs-shinnit fa me!?”

“Uh... I dunno, what do you want? A hug?!” Finn offered. “I can give mega good hugs! See! Watch!” Finn hugged himself, looking all silly and ridiculous. Yet he was also wholesome and endearing at the same time. Bubblegum felt a smile crack at the sight, as did the other person that invisibly floated behind the Ice King.

“See!” Said Finn. “Mega good hug! Gimme that crown and I’ll give ya one a-these, just like a Gwandson to his Gwampapa~”

“Hmmm...nom!” The Ice King of the Crimson Red said as he took another bite of cookie, contemplating the boys offer. He did like the idea of being hugged by a total stranger claiming to be his Grandson.

“Okay! Counteroffer! I’ll give you this cute crown upon my handsome brow, in exchange for a hug... from Princess Bubblegum!!! Deal?!” He said with a wicked cookie eating grin as if he had made an offer of the century.

“NO!” Shouted Bubblegum with spicy venom. “AIN’T NO WAY I’M-”

“Deal!” Said Finn with great enthusiasm. “I’ll even throw in a hug from me! Now gimme the crown and she’ll give you the hug!”

“Okie dokie!” Said the Red Ice King as he granted Finn his desire, plucking the cute tiara off of his own head and planting it onto Finn’s head. “I’ll collect my prize... riiiiight after I finished these, scrumptious cookies!” He stuffed a cookie into his mouth and began to chew the treat. “Mmm, succulent soft baked. Ho-ho, boy do I remembah~”

“Cool! Thanks!” Finn paced his way over to Bubblegum, whose mouth was open in disbelief. Finn’s trick actually worked somehow.

“Princess, meet crown! Crown, meet Princess! Here ya go!” Finn offered the item to the Lady, who simply stared at him as if this was some sort of dream or illusion. “...Uh, take it? It’s not gonna bite ya! I think. That would be kinda cool in a real wack-a-doodle manner, but I don’t think something like that’s gonna happen!”

Bubblegum snapped back to reality at his comment, giving a mild snort at the absurdity of it all. She plucked the crown out of the boys' hands and planted it back on her temple where it belonged.

“Thank you... Fffinn! I...” She said trying to find the words. “I... appreciate what you did!” She then put on a smile, a slightly fake one, the Princess had business to tend to and did not want the innocent child to see it. “Now, could you please run along to the castle and get more help for me please! It’s really super urgent!” She said, hoping he would listen.

“Yeah fosure! Right after you hug that guy and I’ll be on my way!” He replied giving thumbs up with his tongue out and a smile.

This was the exact thing she did not want to hear and her slightly fake smile became a slightly more fake one. “N-...no I am... not going to hug him.” She said as her facade cracked a little with a tinge of disgust in her words.

“Hehehe, sure you are, a deal is a deal!” Finn said without skipping a beat. “Princesses always keep their ends of the bargains!”

“I... DIDN’T agree to hug him.” She said with clear anger. “Nor would I do so even if he was the last person in all of Ooo! How dare you expect me to fulfill a promise that YOU made!?”

Finn sensing the Princesses disdain felt a bit dour. He was a Boy of his word, but he also did not mean to overstep his boundaries.

“U-uh...u-u-umm... I-I’m sorry, I just... wanted to help and stuff!” He said with a timid voice. “B-but what’s wrong the red guy anyways?! Sure, he’s kinda weird and gross, but what’s one hug for him helpin to find your cr-?”

“HE’S A FLIPPIN LUNATIC THAT’S BEEN HARASSING ME FOR YEARS, KID!!!” She yelled with a viciousness comparable to that of an enraged Tiger.

“F-for realsies?” Finn asked, shaken slightly by the unexpected tone of the Adult. It wasn’t something Finn was used to seeing. Even the unseen 4th person that floated around had never seen Bonnie like this.

“YEAH! FOR ‘REALSIES!” She shouted. “He has been going around, kidnapping Princesses like me, like some twisted demented creep who doesn’t take no for an answer! So no! I am NOT hugging him! Instead...” She lifted up her flamethrower and shot a brief stream up into the air. “I am going to burn him to death!”

Finn gasped at the idea, the boy glancing back at the old man in red, obliviously enjoying the snacks he gave him.

“So if you don’t want to be traumatized while I bake his cake, I suggest you obey my command and walk away while you can. Otherwise, I’ll help you find a therapist.” She said in a voice most bitter. This is not a situation she wanted, but she was done being patient. She set the flamer to full blast and took aim. “So move aside! I got a problem to solve.”

The person that floated above them was in a state of shock and disbelief, a hot rage and a cold pain filled her body, her arms, her legs, her chest. She did not want this to happen, but now it was out of her hands to prevent. She lifted her Bass Axe over her, read to bring it down upon her old friend to protect an even older one. As she did this, ice cold tears welled up in her eyes as she prepared to do the hardest thing of her long life yet.

“No.” said Finn as he stood directly between the Ice King and the Candy Princess.

“Excuse you?” Said the Princess in confused disbelief.

“I SAID NO!” Yelled Finn with a passionate anger in his voice. “I WON’T LET YOU JUST KILL HIM!”

“Uh, that’s not for you to decide, kid!” Spat the Princess. “His fate was sealed when he decided to try to kidnap me for the last time. Now obey my command or get scorched with him!”

“I DON’T CARE!!” Finn yelled. “You can’t just kill people just because they’re an inconvenience!” He glanced back at the Ice King. “I don’t know that guy, but as far as I personally know, he hasn’t done anything wrong! And as my brother taught me, I gotta give peeps the benefit of the doubt! So until I see him do something donkin evil, he’s a person darn it, HIS LIFE HAS VALUE!”

His last words caused both the Princess and the invisible Axe Murderer to slowly lower their weapons. They didn’t expect him so say something with such sincere... conviction.

“So, you’re... just gonna stand there and be cooked alive with him?” Asked Bubblegum, wondering just how serious he was.

Finn showed a sense of fear on his face. He did not want to die, especially at the hands of the Princess. But then he showed his resolve. “...If I have to, I will! Because that’s what heroes do!”

The Princess was taken aback by his answer. A child willing to put his life down for a stranger that had a bad reputation, even if the face of death. It touched her, his sweet innocence and naivety caused her to blink back to a time she had thought lost. Bonnie did not want to hurt Finn, she wanted to protect him, causing her to lower her weapon even more.

“We don’t have to kill him! Or fight each other! We can, talk it out maybe? I dunno!” Finn offered, hoping the Princess would see it his way. “I got the crown back with snax, didn’t I?”

“You...” The Princess hesitated, she was still afraid of the Ice King and being wrong. “I... don’t trust you... OR HIM!!”

“Well... I trust you!” Said Finn.

“WHAT?!” Said Bonnie. “But we JUST met! You don’t even KNOW me!!”

“Why not though? You’re Princess and you haven’t done anything wrong, ever! So I trust you to do the right thing no matter what! Here, I’ll even turn my back to you!” Finn said as he spun around, doing as he said. “See?! Perfect trust! Ain’t no biggie!”

“WHA-WHU-...kid you’re crazy!”

“Why would it be cray-cray? You gunna do somethin evil?” Finn said as looked back, smirking.

“Na-NO! I wussent gunna!” Said Bubblegum as she blushed, almost as if she was a kid caught doing something naughty and embarrassing.

“Then it ain’t no biggie, see?” Finn said as he looked towards the Ice King, wondering what the big deal is with the guy.

The Ice King swallowed the last cookie and stood up, brushing off his beard full of crumbs. “All right, that... MMM! That was fattening good! Glad I found those snax!” He then belched. “Okay Princess! Time to go home, cuz you and I got a Wedding ceremony to catch!”

“Oh sweet! Who be gettin hitched, homie!?” Finn said, like the naive child he was.

“Oh, glad you asked!” Said the red man as he took his crown in hand. “Just Princess Bubblegum and her King that is I~”

He planted the crown upon his head and with it, a shimmering of magic all around him, his colors shifting, or burning, the red away and turning him in a variety of blues. His hands then flashed with white frosty light that was zap happy in its sound and he floated above them in a manner most menacing.

“Well.” Finn began as he glanced back at the Princess. “The-.... the Princess don’t wanna marry you, so... you gotta respect her decision, right?”

“Oh hahahahaaha!” The King cackled like a Madman in the moonlight. “Kiddo! Buddy! Her consent is of no concern to me! Now DIE! ZAP!” He hurled a bolt of freezing lightning that landed between Finn and Bubblegum, striking with such force they both were sent flying. Bubblegum even lost her flamer as she was made dizzy.

Finn was knocked down, but quickly got up with a groan. “DUDE! WHAT THE FLIP!? I WAS LITERALLY JUST VOUCHING FOR YOU!!!”

“Oh please, kiddo, I don’t need nobody vouchin for me!” Declared the Ice King with unironic confidence as he floated. “Not with these good looks and mad charisma stats! This Tumblin sexy man don’t need no wingman!”

“You were literally about to get a hug! From the Princess! Maybe. From me! DEFENINTLY!!!” Finn slammed his fist into his palm.

“Why settle for a hug when I can get MARRIED!!” He yelled as he zapped an Ice Bolt at Finn.

“NO!” Yelled Bubblegum, reaching out instinctively in a desire to protect the child.

Finn simply dodged it thankfully. “You’re gonna have to do better than that you old frostybuns!”

“Don’t you yell G-rated insults at me ya lil jumpin bean! NOW DIE LIKE A BIG BOY WORD!!!” He shouted as he launched a flurry of bolts at Finn again.

“NO! YOU-...Can’t...” Bubblegum yelled only to find Finn was dodging all of them with ease like he was a seasoned acrobat, performing flips and jumps as if it were nothing. “Wow, he is a lithe one. Didn’t think bear mutants could do such tricks.” She said to herself, actually impressed.

“Hold. Still. You. Little. You. Stale. GRAHAM CRACKER!” The Ice King threw bolt after bolt at Finn but could not hit him. Finn threw a rock at him, hitting his chest. “GAH!”

“That all ya got ya glorified kitchen appliance?” Finn taunted as he juggled a stone in one hand with his sword in the other. He then tossed the rock up and used his sword like a baseball bat and struck the rock at the Ice King, who dodged it. Well, actually, he barely moved, he just turned in the air to watch it fly out of the area.

“Looks like you just struck-GOW!” Ice King was cut off by Finn’s mighty foot to his blue face in a kick, causing him to spin in the air.

“Hahaha!” Giggled the young Adventurer. “This is too easy!”

“FINN!” Shouted Bubblegum, getting Finn’s attention. “RUN! RUN AWAY! NOW!!”

“What?! Why!? I’m totes kickin his tail all over the place!” Finn asked in disbelief as he did a little jig to taunt the guy. “Didn’t you see the way I decked him just now?!”

“He’s holding back Finn! He can easily kill you if he gets angry enough!” She explained. “So, run! Get help! NOW!!!”

“Nah, I think I c-WHOA!” Finn barely dodged a beam of ice from his opponent.

“You’re WAY outta ya league, kiddo!” Growled the Ice King. As he beamed a ray of ice at the child.

“You’re the one whose missing all your shots bozo!” Finn taunted.

“Who said I was tryin to hit ya?!” The King countered.

“Huh?” Finn said as he looked around. Everything was covered in sheets of sleek ice. But he didn’t understand the gravity of the situation until it was too late. “GAH!” He screamed as he slipped, hitting the ice, sliding a ways along. “Uh-oh” He said as he realized what it meant.

“Hehehe! Now you get it!” The King cackled in triumph. “Now for my prize!~” he said as he hovered over to Princess Bubblegum.

“Oh HECK no!” Bubblegum and Finn said in unison.

The Princess picked up a rock ready to rumble.

“Babygirl don’t be playin hard to get now! You know domestic violence is a poor alternative to talking it ou-OWHOW!” The Ice King took a rock to the nose, which he rubbed to soothe.

“I DON’T want to marry you, Ice King.” Bubblegum said. “I don’t want to marry you, I don’t want to date you, and I sure as HECK don’t wanna listen to your stupid songs about doing any of that stuff either! So please, for the last time, FFFLIP OFF!”

“Now now! No need for coarse language in front of the child!” The King Tutted. “They pick up some potty mouth wor-OW! All right, that’s it! When we get home you are gettin a timeout!”

“NO!” She shouted as he grabbed the Princess by the wrists and was about fly off with her, despite her protests of fists to his face, some which landed.

“UNGRAB HER YOU FLIPPIN FREAK!!” Finn screamed as he slid towards the pair on his belly like a penguin, rolling forward onto his feet and then launching himself head first into the Ice King with great momentum that it knocked both the King and the Princess into the shallow water. Finn then stood up ready for another go at him.

“EERRRRRAAAAGH!” The King growled like a beast. “WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!!” He then prepared to fire another Ice Beam at Finn.

“Uh-Oh!” Thinking fast he ran towards the tree for cover as the Ice King fired his beam of Ice at him, starting from the Kings own feet, tracking towards Finn. It was much larger and slower than the last beam was and in it’s wake, left a thick rail of ice.

Finn however saw an opportunity, he ran up the tree as the beam spell finished, flipping at the crescendo and in the wake of the beam left a railing that was the dream of a grinder that Finn planted on, sliding directly towards the Ice King with speed and force.

“Oh fffudg-” Said the Ice King as he felt the full force of Finn’s kick to his forehead, knocking a daze into him as he landed face first into the shallow water. “Rrrrmmuugh” He groaned as he laid there.

“Wow...” Said an impressed Bubblegum as she had witnessed everything, which was the only thing she could say as she approached Finn. “You... y-you did it! You actually beat him! You defeated the Ice King!”

Finn panted, the fight taking a lot out of him. “Yeah! Pretty cool, right!? Hehehe! Pun.” He said with a thumbs up.

“Nobody has been able to do that since... Billy...” She said with almost disbelief. If she had not been here to witness this event, she would not have believed it.

“Billy?!” Said with a sense of distance. “I... did something here did too?”

“Yeah! He used to wrangle the Ice King whenever he got lose before disappearing. Always had a heck of a time doing it too!” Explained the Princess. “But nevermind that! Take your Sword and finish him off!”

“What?!” Said Finn like he had a little crazy in his ear. “You mean... like...”

“KILL HIM! Yes! Take your blade and cut his head off!” Commanded the Princess.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?” Finn spat back, his voice cracking. “He’s defeated! Can’t we just leave? Or arrest him!?”

“No!” She said with a stern flatness. “Everytime he’s arrested, he escapes! Everytime he gets knocked down, he get’s up again! This whole shindig of him kidnapping Princesses and causing havoc? It will start over again and more suffering will continue! He needs to be put down PERMANENTLY!”

“But... but!” Finn said timidly.

“Finn... please... I don’t want to have nightmares of him anymore.” Said Bubblegum, putting on a sad face, bringing out her tears, hoping the boy would obey her so that she would not have to sully her own Royal hands with his blood while also having the detachment of the deed of taking the Ice Kings life. That way nobody could say SHE killed him. She just wanted the act done.

“U-um... well... I did give him the benefit of the doubt. I’ll... put him down.” Finn said, taking his sword in hand, his face sullen with oncoming sadness, approaching the Ice King who was still face down in the water, wearing his admittedly cool crown.

“Sorry bro, but you’re evil, I gotta do what Heroes do and... slay you.” Finn said as he and the invisible entity raised their weapons, prepared to take the life of someone who was unaware.

Finn with both hands on his sword stood there, frozen. He shook a little at the thought of taking the life of a defeated opponent, even if it was someone like the Ice King who just attacked him.

“Mmmmrm....mmmrmrm!” Finn hummed. “mmmmmRRM I CAN’T DO IT!”

This shocked both Bubblegum and the Invisible Girl, who lowered her axe as Finn turned to Bonniebel, lowing his sword to his side.

“I’m sorry Princess! But this is wrong! And I can-Huh?!” Finn tried to explain, but felt the chilling cold touch of something around his right wrist. Finn’s bolted around and saw it was the Ice King.

“GOTCHYA PUNK!” He shouted as a flash of freezing light enveloped both of their hands. Then he let go of him.

Upon his entire forearm was a block of Ice that covered Finn’s limb. “AAA!” He shouted as the cold stung him with mild pain, stumbling back away from the Ice King a little.

“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Cackled the Coldhearted Clown. “That’s what chya get fer letting ya guard do-AAA!” Finn clocked the King with his frozen appendage. “MY SCHNOZ!!! YA BROKE MY SCHNOZ!!!” Yelled the Frozen Monarch as he grasped his face.

Finn stumbled backwards a distance away from the grazed King and fell onto his boy buns into the running stream. He too was grazed as he was coming to terms with his frozen limb.

“FINN!” Yelled Bubblegum who rushed to the boys aid. “Your arm!!!”

“It’s... fine!” Said Finn with a grimmace.

“NO! It is NOT fine! It is 100% not fine! It is ROUGH and COARSE! Because I should not have made you do that! Oh Glob!” She explained. She felt such guilt over manipulating him to do her bidding. “Look, this is just my problem! Okay!? Just get up and run! I won’t let you die for me, so-”

Finn place his hand on hers and looked her dead in the eye. “It’s okay, really! I promise that I will protect you no matter what, Princess! Even if it costs me my arm or my life, I will ALWAYS protect you! I swear it!” He said with a most natural sense of sincerity.

The Princess was speechless, he such conviction to his words and they were for her. Even though he was a bit unsettled and injured, he was still willing to protect her, even at the cost of his life. He was probably ignorant, a child playing hero, but she didn’t sense any sort of falsehood, he was dead serious. But it did leave a bit of blush on her face as it his words left her a little bit inspired.

“Finn...I...” She began in a soft voice as she held him.

“Need to SHUT THE HELL UP!” Shouted the Ice King, grabbing their attention with his invocation of an ancient Norse Goddess... with 2 L’s. He snapped his nose back into place and growled at the pair. “I... am... DONE! Time to finish this little game with a bit of a FROST NOVA!!!”

The King’s hands came alight with frosty magic and he spun his hands over one another like some sort of dance as he slowly floated upwards.

“OH NO YA DON’T!” Finn said in defiance, standing up rushing towards him to attack. But he was stopped as the Princess yanked on his free hand to stop his foolish bravery.

“NO! FINN!”

“WHAT!? WHY?! I GOTTA STO-”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” She shouted. “His Spell that he’s about to use is gonna freeze this river and we’ll be stuck! OR WORSE! We gotta book it to higher ground, NOW!”

“A-...OKAY!” Finn agreed as the two rushed hand in hand to the island.

“WHERE DO YA THINK YOU’RE GOIN?!” The Ice King hollered. “Why don’t stay for some CHILL!?!?” He slammed his hands into the stream and came forth a great sheet of rock solid ice, stopping the stream dead. The Ice traveled with speed towards the Princess and her friend.

Finn glanced back and his sense of danger told him that now was time for a judgement call. They would not make it back on the shore in time. So Finn instead stopped the Princess in their tracks and lifted her above himself with surprising strength.

“FINN! WHAT THE HAY ARE YOU DOING?!” The Princess shouted in protest as she was lifted.

“Fufilling my promise!” He said as he turned around, stepped back and took a firm stance.

The Ice then hit him and he was frozen from the waist down. “GEYAAAAA!” He screamed with a shock to his system. “C-C-COLD! SO COLD! IT’S LIKE WHEN JAKE POURS ICE CUBES DOWN MY PANTS BUT A MILLION TIMES WORSE!!! IT’S ALGEBRAIC BAD!!!”

Thankfully the Princess was safe, Finn gently lowering her to the ice covered shallow river. “Are you okay!?” She asked.

“M-m-m-my boy bumps are goin numb, but, yeah? I think?” He shuttered in the cold.

“AAA-HAHAHAHAHAAAA!” The Ice King cackled in triumph as he floated closer with menace. “What’s the matter, kid? Where’s that spunky bravado you just had a moment ago? Did it freeze and die like you’re about to?” He growled in a low, threatening tone.

“Dude! Take a hint!” Finn declared, trying to hide his sense of fear. “You ain-GUH!”

The Ice King slugged Finn with a fist to the boys face. Blood had spilled forth from his nose. Not much, but just little, enough to show that the blow wasn’t just for show.

Ice King then planted his hand upon the childs face, to muzzle him. Finn looked into the visage of the Lunatic and saw him bear a demonic smile filled with dark glee, his teeth sharp, on full display.

Bubblegum never saw this side of him before, he usually was just a cornball idiot that was more like a harassing kidnapping clown than an actual threat half the time. He was actually... scary, she was afraid of him now.

“Ya really should stayed down ya lil bastard.” Ice King said with a snow demons grin. He lifted his free hand into the air above his head, looking like claw about to come down, alight with crackling ice magic. “Now you’re about to be a frozen carcass. Any last words?”

Ice King lifted his hand off the boys mouth. Finn looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be killer and saw a genuine curiosity in them.

“I-...” Finn began. “I guess I always knew I’d go out saving somebody.”

“HAH!” The King laughed. “Nobody chooses how they go, kid.”

As he was about to land the killing blow, Ice King felt the hand of someone familiar grasp his wrist. “Stop.” She whispered, a desperation in her voice. “Please...”

“Huh?!” Ice King gruffed, he glanced back. But saw nobody was there, confounding the Royarch.

“WAIT!” Bubblegum shouted, getting the Ice King’s attention.

“Oh what now?!” Ice King moaned. “Can’t chya see I’m in the middle of turnin this child into a pint sized cadaver? Women am I right?” He asked Finn.

“If you let him go... I’ll...” Said the Princess. “I’ll...”

“Yeah? YEAH?! You’ll what?!” Ice King demanded.

“I’ll... I will marry you... Ice King.” The Princess said with a sense of defeat.

“Wha-, REALLY?!” King shouted.

“...Yes.” She said as she hung her head. “I will marry you, if you let that boy go.”

“PRINCESS N-N-N-NO!!!” Finn protested.

“... Well hawt dang! Wooo!” Cheered Ice King. “After so many years, I finally got one to say yes! Who knew child murder was what did it?! Pretty sure that’s a red flag and that I’m about to get stabbed, but I’ll take it!”

“NO! I f-f-forbid this a-a-act of union!” Shivered Finn. “Esp-p-p-pescially when it’s on mmmm-m-m-m-my bhalf!!”

“Finn shut up!” Shouted Bubblegum.

“Yeah! Put a sock in it!” Agreed Ice King. “You ain’t gonna ruin this for us, no way, no how!”

“He’s right, Finn... we’re... engaged.” Bubblegum said in a dour tone. “That means this now has nothing to... do with you.”

“But Princess Bubblegum, you don’t have to do this!” Finn said with sorrow. “I promised I woul-”

Bubblegum planted her hand on his mouth to silence him. “You’re just a kid, Finn. You don’t understand what you meant when you said that. Even if we both believed you.” The two stared at each other as she removed her hand from his mouth. Finn felt a tinge of cold pain within him, like he failed her. She planted a kiss on his cheek, causing the boy to blush. “Thanks anyways though...” She said with a half a smile. But it only lasted a moment before melting into a sad frown. “Now go home, and don’t follow us. That’s a direct command from your Princess.”

“Hey can I get a little sugar here myself?” The Ice King asked, offering his own puckered lips.

“Uh... why not save if for the ceremony? It’s... bad luck to kiss the bride before then, right?” Said Bubblegum, hoping the idiot would buy it.

“Mmmm, yeah you’re right!” Ice King agreed. He then grabbed her like a bride and began to float. “We got all of eternity to smooch, baby! Hahahaha!!!”

“W-W-WAIT! Hold up! Aren’t chya gonna free him!?” Bubblegum asked anxiously.

“What? Hecks NO!” The King spat. “Why the skrog would I do that?! Sucka tried to 69 me! I ain’ gonna let that slide!” A snort followed by giggling could be heard from somewhere, probably the invisible person.

“I’LL 69 Y-Y-YOU R-R-R-RIGHT NOW YA J-J-JERK!” Finn threatened, the invisible person doing whatever she could to remain invisible and not burst out laughing like a psychopathic clown hearing the best joke possible, sounding like a deflating balloon.

“But you said you’d let him go if I went with you?!” Decried the Princess.

“Nah-uh my dear~!” Said the King in a sly manner. “You asked me to just let him go, nothing about when or how! Monkey’s paw rules, honey! You really should think about how you word or phrase things! Save you a headache in legislation!”

“Then the deals off ya butt!” Bonnie protested.

“TOO BAD! Cuz I hold all the cards! Most of which I dealt to myself! BY CHEATING! WITH A LOADED DECK! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!” The King laughed. “Here kid! I’ll leave ya with a gentle snow ta ease ya into that good night!”

The Ice King flew over the Boy. “FINN!” Yelled Bonnie as she rached out for him. “PRINCESS!!!” Finn shouted as he reached back for her with his free hand with all of his might. The two nearly touched hands, but missed.

The King flew high up into the air and spun around and around and around like a record, clouds gathering to him in a spiral, laughing like a maniac the whole time.

Then suddenly, he flew off, towards the Mountains of Ice, leaving only cloud and a mostly out of season dense snowfall from the clouds.

“PRINCEEEESSS!!!” The Boy shouted again, thrashing against his helpless frozen state, long after she and her kidnapper fled from sight.

Snow was falling around him, his breathe could be seen in the chilled air as he was tuckered out. He felt the sting of ice upon his flesh, numbing him as he began to shiver. But now he felt a new pain well up within him.

“I couldn’t help her.” Said Finn quietly as tears began to run down his cheeks as he began to cry. Then he felt something upon his cheeks, a cool hand gently wipe away a single boyish tear, snapping him from his mourning over losing the Princess.

“W-what the?” His eyes darted around trying to find who did that. Then he spotted an outline of snow floating in front and above him. “Who the kronk are you!?”

The silhouette jolted and then floated around Finn, the boy tracking the entity with his head. “HEY! I SEE YOU!!!” Finn shouted.

“Wh-HUH?! HOW TH-” Said the voice of a girl, who stopped mid sentence as she noticed snow was on her, revealing where she was.

“Did you just... touch my cheek?!?” Finn demanded, his face blushing in confusion. “Cuz that’s... um...” He wasn’t sure what to say really.

“Ugh, whateves.” Said the Invisible Girl as she struck Finn’s iced hand and feet with her axe, cracking them. “Laters.” Said the entity as it floated off towards the Ice Mountains.

“WAIT! WHO-O-O ARE YOU?!” Finn shouted.

“Finn?!” Said a masculine familiar voice.

“You can’t be Finn! I’m Fi- wait, what the skroobles?” He said in confoundment.

“FINN!” Stretched Jake’s head into Finn’s sight.

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 8 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

[iloveboysinred]

Pleaseeee…I-I-need u to write about suguru…a-anything please…my mind needs your writing…air isn’t enough!….

First of all, you’re a sweet heart 😭❤️ i will feed you my hearty, don’t worry. Heres a few thoughts

Suguru is a man of duality, while he gives you rough, disrespectful sex he also loves to be gentle with you, feeling all the sensations at a reasonable pace and taking his time with both your pleasure and his.

What i mean is that one day he’ll be shoving your face deep into the mattress, his hand perched on your lower back, making sure you keep that arch as he slams the weight of his hips down on your ass, his thick (two toned) dick splitting you open and dragging out every drop of arousal your poor pussy could squeeze out.

He especially likes milking your g-spot with his fingers or with a toy of your choice, but dont get me wrong- when he’s deep inside you and he finds that spot, you might as well say three hail Mary’s right then and there because he’s quite literally bullying you with his dick from then on.

His fat cockhead will drag over that spot and strike it so deliciously, you cant help but curl your toes and sob while he beats your pussy down. The funniest part? The bastard doesnt break a sweat. He’s fully composed, his hair pulled back so he can get a clear view of that ass bouncing back against him while your pussy grips him and swallows him in with every stoke, using his filthy dirty mouth to chant praise, telling you how he wants to carve you from the inside out on his dick, he’ll tell you how he loves the way you scream and cry for him to fuck you harder, calling you needy all the while his eyes are rolling back with every euphoric squeeze of your walls.

Backshots are specifically for when you’re feeling a little freaky and primal, not much time for romance when he’s breaking your back in half.

But you like to keep it balanced in the bedroom. For every night of rough sex, theres days where you have gentle, passionate sex and other days where you have sleepy morning or before bed sex. Really, its like night and day.

Gentle sex with Suguru feels like getting a warm hug from somebody wearing vanilla cookie perfume.

He’s stern but he’s so soft spoken, telling you he loves you, and directing your movements in a direction that would maximize the pleasure for the both of you. He needily searches for your lips, holding you close as he thrusts into you with a gentle tempo, one hand cradling your face in his palm so he can kiss you sweetly, and the hand teasing your body. He drags his nails over your nipples, teasing them between his fingers, groping your chest before trailing his hand down your body slowly, whispering praises and loving words against your lips, his eyes are half lidded and softened as he gazes at you, cooing when you gasp and moan his name while his fingers stimulate your clit to orgasm.

Days like these Suguru likes to keep you in any position where he can hold eye contact with you, giving you just enough pleasure to have you satisfied and blissed out by the end of the night, but also leaving you sane enough to hear and understand his words of admiration, he works part time as your personal mirror, worshipping your body before you even get the chance to take your clothes off. He likes to strip you down slow, placing reverent kisses everywhere he can as he descends between your legs, mouthing at every inch of skin he can reach as he drags your bottoms down. He’ll kiss and suck marks into your inner thighs, leaving a bee line all the way to his favorite spot.

He moans when you caress his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp as he eats you out slowly, making out with your pussy, kissing and sucking your labia, tracing and rolling his tongue against your clit, stretching you out with his thick fingers just the way you like. Suguru is a thorough lover through and through.

[lucynda-chaos]

Do you think this looks good"

He did a little dance



Elio asked to his sister she looked at him analyzing him up and down, smiling at him

"you look beautiful don't Worry"

He sigh'd "Ok i better go it's almost 8:00pm"

Aria went to him and gave him a high-five

"go get him tiger hehehe" elio rolled his eyes "bye see you later" elio walked out the room went through the corridor up the stairs to the rooftop gardens

Taking in the calming atmosphere the smell of the flowers helped quell the anxiety

"Hey" he looked at pam siting on one of the chairs by beautiful rose bushes around the seating area with a table, orange juice and cookies on it

"I'm glad you came" he smiled warmly at elio with passion, elio blushed ''well I'm glad you're here heh'' elio sat on the chair next to pam

Pam looked at him and sigh'd ''I need to tell you something'' he looked nervous which was unusual for Pam ''I really admire you and don't want this to affect our friendship'' elio stared at him getting nervous himself what could possibly affect their friendship ''I admire you as well, there is nothing that could affect our friendship, don't worry you can tell me anything ok'' he squeezed Pam's shoulder reassuringly

smiling at him pam gives a small smile back

''I lov- *sigh*'' pam grabs elio's head in his hands ''every time I look at you my head aches to kiss and touch you in ways that I can't put into words I love you I've loved you for a long time but I've never had the courage to tell you in fear that it would ruin our friendship i love'' with tears forming in his eyes pam searches for an answer in elio's eyes, pam yelped in surprised by warm lips on his, closing his eyes melting into the kiss elio wipes the tears that formed on Pam's face

Elio gets up from his chair breaking the kiss

They catch their breath, elio positions himself with his legs on either side of Pam's thighs cradling them he feels hands undoing his corset putting it on the table hands unbutton his shirt, felling the hot skin underneath pam Chuckles as he feels Elio's skin burning up, pam starts attacking his neck leaving bites and love marks on his skin, now everyone will know, pam hugs elio tight,

suddenly they hear a loud commotion coming from the garden grounds below elio lifts from Pam's lap they both approach the railing looking below to try and see what's happening from what they can decipher it appears that two people are fighting though they can't make out who the two figures are, they decide to run down the stairs if there's a fight going on they interfere somebody could get seriously hurt or killed,

                      ~(Meanwhile below)~

''What's you're problem man'' a voice yelled with anger and frustration in their tone, laughter Echoes through the trees and the flowers ''MY problem hahah YOU steal MY girlfriend and have the audacity to ask what my problem is'' he spat with jealousy and anger laced with his words.

Chapter-2:4

[fluffyllamas-23]

NOBODY MOVE STEVE ROGERS NEEDS A HUG HE IS TOO SAD

[maximillien]

What if reader also had a shitty life back on earth and was brought like Choi Han

And any ounce of comfort makes them want to cry from happiness because holy shit somebody cares about them. And it doesn't matter which love language it's expressed in, as long as reader knows that somebody actually took time out of their day to think of them and to do something for them would make them cry. And so reader is so happy somebody finally loves them because they're so isolated and lonely from their trust issues due to trauma that they explode all of their love and affection on the person that cares? That person being cale

And yannow, as much as Cale likes to say he's a trash ass, he's really not. He exercices the five love languages all the time. And he's caring.

So imagine these two messes meeting each other, Cale being Cale, idk when he'd fall in love, it'd be slow for sure, but he'd grow to care for reader a lot first and reader would be like 'omg. Somebody actually??? Cares??? I must give this man all my love!'. Cue physical contact, hugs, little pecks here and there, reader giving cale gifts that reminded them of him, reader being fully supportive of his slacker life dreams (he's never getting those honestly, with the shit he pulls), reader helping him through tough times, reader who knows and sees what others don't, the slight tense of a shoulder, the tiniest wrinkle of a frown. The words of affirmation and praise and love would tumble out of their lips, bringing cookies and desserts when they could, heck making them themselves, helping with paperwork and duties so that cale can relax.

And just cale being just like reader like '??? Holy shit??? Somebody??? Cares???' And quietly returning the favours, with head pats and a hand on the shoulder to let them know he's there, to reassure and ground them, praise to the hard work they go through to ease his own, the snacks he'd bring because he knows they like them, maybe he'd try to cook something from their world to comfort them, he'd see something in a boutique or on a market stand and immediately buy it without thinking, putting it on readers bed so it remains anonymous, spending some time-in which he could be resting- with them, in silence, just basking in each other's presence, or maybe even having some phatic talk.

And just, two people who've gone through so much shit, and have been disappointed over and over, that have the worst trust issues, slowly letting their walls down, falling in love quietly but hardly, and completely entrusting their lives to one another. Two people who can practically know what the other is thinking, and then discern a way to react to that thinking, wether it be a hand on the knee, finger stroking little circles to calm from a panic attack, a plate of fresh baked cookies brought in the room after one saw the others eye bags from the sleepless nights, filled with nightmares. Seeking each other out unconsciously, bodies lingering and limbs subconsciously leaning towards the other, eyes looking for their other half, unsatisfied and searching until they find them, finally relaxing. Words of comfort whispered in the dead of the night, as a hand lays on the small of one's back in a comforting motion. Two people who slowly heal each other through their actions and care for each other like nobody else could, care like they never have before.

And the others see this and are just so happy? Because their young master and the person he brought in, the two people who had some of the highest walls, the two loneliest people have found each other and found themselves in the process. Two people they guessed have gone through so much shit from the way they talked and acted, both far too mature for their age, both shouldering far too much. Maybe they'd even try to set them up in some cases. An outing to the market and oops! Raon and the kittens forgot their money at home and suspiciously don't want to steal cales? Well, at least reader and Cale can go through the market alone, fingers inching closer till they're touching, thinking nobody is looking. (The kids are looking. They're elated to find their father find somebody who loves him as much as he loves them). Maybe Beacrox would know when one would cook for the other, so he'd leave some ingredients out, some pre made and some fresh. (He just doesn't want them ruining his lover- his kitchen.). And maybe Alberu would invite them under the guise of 'Living the experience of the Royal Gardens. Only exclusive to the royal family of course!' And oh! What's that? He has paperwork? And he actually wants to do it? Darn then, guess he's got to go! (He secretly asked for binoculars to be made and was watching them the whole time). Just the whole family being in on it, and as sweetly disgusting as some of it is- like just shove your mouths together already- it's comforting and new, and it's a beautiful thing for them all to see.

That's the kinda love I want and I think it's fucking beautiful.

Where's my Cale?

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Are My Light (Rio x Reader)

Hey, so I'm super excited for this cause I haven't written for Rio in so long. Enjoy!

Rio was a tough cookie, a man of crime which only meant he was surrounded but those types of people. When he had met Beth back in the day he was intrigued because her life was so different from his, so... Colorless and grim, a life of routines and packed sandwiches. For a while it was fun to shake up her life, until she became like all the others in his cycle, greedy for power and sneaky, now she was "his girl" which meant she was his fall person, gave her the keys and put her name so if anything goes wrong she can be the one to take the blow.

"Alright little man today is mother's day, you gotta pick the best flowers for mama"

Rio said to his son as they stood in the flower shop, Marcus was going all around the shop, dragging the man that worked there with him so he can point out which flowers he wanted.

"Your son has a great eye for arranging a bouquet"

"He's a momma's boy that's why"

At that the phone rang. The man went to pick it up and it seemed to be important, he covered the phone and yelled a name, then she came out. A girl with hair falling on her face and wearing an apron

"Yes"

"Can you fix the bouquet for the gentleman? I need to take this"

"Umm o-ok"

Rio was interested as soon as he saw her, her soft spoken voice was barely above a whisper as she approached the counter top and clearly tried to avoid eye contact. Her hands were not that steady but she seemed to know what she was doing, rio thought that she was acting like this because she wasn't comfortable doing it in front of a crowd. As she was finishing up she finally looked up to him but only for a quick second as she bit the inside of her cheek to look back down.

"It's ummm 30$ s-sir"

Rio smiled at her shy demeanor it felt like a century had passed from the last time he had met somebody so timid, it was mesmerizing to him. He gave her the money and then passed the bouquet to Marcus who seemed super excited for this purchase and the creation he had made

"Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?"

"(Y-y/n)... Sir"

"Call me Rio, I'll see you around sweetheart"

-

After that Rio came to the flower shop every day to buy a single white Rose and every day (y/n) found one waiting on her cars windshield with a note that always said "you looked beautiful today. To say she was flattered was an understatement, one side of hers was thrilled that such a handsome man was showing interest in her, the other was surprised that a man as confident and as determined as he was had decided to take the time and pursue her in such romantic way. After two weeks of roses he had waited to give her the rose in person along with the proposal of a date.

That's when he found out she wasn't comfortable with anyone in general, it wasn't about his presence that made her shy, she was like that with everyone. After a while he felt the need to be the one to take care of her, protect her in any way, even if that was making an order for her at the restaurant while she scooted closer to him and held the him of his shirt to feel secure.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

"Ok mama"

Rio said as (y/n) left him at the bar, it was Rios birthday so they had gone to a bar to celebrate. She finally had a reason to wear the midi white satin dress Rio had bought her, she had to admit it looked beautiful and she slowly came to the realization that Rio had connected her with the color white. As she reached out her arm to open the bathroom door a man grabbed her arm to stop her

"Hello gorgeous"

She felt like somebody threw cold water at her, she froze on her spot while the man smiled at her in a way she could tell was not just friendly. (Y/n) immediately looked down as she took a step back to get some distance from the man.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry I just wanted to know who you are"

"I-i"

"She is taken"

Her head shot at the direction her boyfriends voice came. She didn't even realize that she was walking to him and then proceeded to stand behind him, hiding away from the man that had scared her. She grabbed his shirt and leaned in to him as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.

"I didn't know she was mute"

"She is not, she just talks to people that respect her personal space"

Rio thankfully had seen the scene go down and in a blink of an eye and out of pure instinct he had shot out of his chair and basically ran to (y/n). The man wasn't already laying at the ground for disrespecting her because he knew how upset (y/n) would get. She hated any type of fighting and even after dating for so long (y/n) didn't really know what Rio's occupation was, he didn't want her to be scared of him.

"I don't want no trouble man"

"Yet you tried to put your hands on a woman, see where I'm from that means you are asking for trouble"

Rio stood proudly in front of his woman as he could feel (y/n)s shaky breath on his neck. The man looked uncomfortable and a little bit scared, just how she felt before Rio stepped in. All Rio could think about was how this scene might have played if he wasn't there and that angered him even more. He might be a man of the night and balls deep into illegal things but he respected two rules "you don't touch women and you don't touch children" unless you trynna see God.

"(Y/n) go back to our spot please"

"I-"

"(Y/n)!.... I'm sorry, go and wait for me ok baby?"

He didn't mean to yell at her, he just wanted to shield her from seeing his ugly side. So he turned around and placed and gentle kiss on the top of her head before (y/n) walked away, as soon as her back was turned and she had made a few steps he pulled the guy into the man's bathroom and slammed his back against the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Jason Adams"

"Now you listen here, by an hour I will know every detail about you. If I find out you ain't keeping your hands to yourself again... You won't even hear the knock on the door. Got it?"

"Ok"

At that Rio let him go, the guy let out a huff and turned to the sink to splash some water on his face. As Rio turned to leave, (y/n) came to his mind, how scared she was and the sound of her breath as she hid behind him.

"On another thought"

Rio said and grabbed the guys head, with one swift powerful movement his forehead got smashed to the sink, the sound was deafening and after that the guy was unconscious, Rio knew he wasn't dead so he just fixed his collared shirt and walked out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) was sitting down looking at something on her phone, Rio knew she would pull out her phone went she was alone as a defense machenism to hide from the world. As he approached he gave her a big hug that she very much needed. She felt her muscles relax as she took in his cologne, she closed her eyes to fully let go of her worries and feel safe once again as her man was here. She looked up and smiled at him, feeling the warm sensation of serenity taking over her.

"Thank you"

"Don't ever thank me for protecting you, I am here for that"

She smiled even brighter as Rio leaned in to give her a gentle, intimate kiss on her painted lips. She was his source of purity in this love, this warm light that showed him what it feels like to surrender to love, to fully know that the person next you could never harm you or anyone else.

"You are my light"

[autism-aint-a-flawtism]

I present to you: My take on the Future Gohan Survives AU

Somehow, Gohan survived in his final stand against the androids. Whether if it's by the will of Kami, or pure concentrated luck, he lived. He's beaten, broken, when Trunks found him he thought that he was dead and in his grief he finally went Super Saiyan. Of course, when he took a minute to really try and feel his Ki, he discovered that Gohan was very much alive, but, he was in a coma.

After Trunks tries to take down the androids and obviously fails. But, once Trunks finally recovers and Bulma completes the time machine, Trunks is finally ready to go back in time, in fact, he's *in* the time machine when Bulma gets the alert.

Gohan's awake

Trunks and Bulma run over to the recovery branch as fast as they can. Gohan is up and worried. He's terrified. After the two of them try and calm Gohan, Trunks and Bulma give him the biggest hug. Gohan takes a good look at Trunks

Gohan, tearing up: "You've... gotten so big!"

After everyone has their tearful reunion, Bulma fills Gohan in on the plans.

Bulma: "...and now we're about to send Trunks to the future to give your father the cure to his heart virus"

Gohan: "and you think that's going to work?

Trunks: "hopefully"

Gohan: "Okay, I'll go, are we still going to when my father got back from the Yardrats to fight Frieza?"

Bulma: "Ummm Trunks is going. Not you. You literally just got up, you shouldn't be moving around like this"

Gohan: "Do you honestly think Trunks should be going over there to beat Frieza? He could barely match me in my base form. I need to give him a lot more training before he can match Frieza."

Trunks: "But, Mr. Gohan, I'm stronger now. I can even go Super Saiyan!"

Gohan takes a pause. Trunks can already go Super Saiyan? He didn't notice at first but Trunks' ki definitely feels like Vegeta's after he learned how to go Super Saiyan. It's not an unreasonable conclusion that Trunks figured out how to go Super Saiyan by himself. Then, Gohan felt queasy. He realized...

Trunks probably went Super Saiyan when he died

Gohan was horrified. He was pissed. Once again, because of the Androids, somebody he loves has had to suffer. He was angry at himself for even training Trunks. He was no better than his father. He hated himself for allowing the past to repeat itself. He thought he was better than this. He wanted to be better than all of this. He's no better than his father, forcing him to train under who knows who and then leaving because he thought it would be a good idea. He was a failure. No time to think about all of this. Trunks has become his own man because of Gohan's failure and that's just how the cookie crumbled. He'd better see if Trunks is capable of taking on Frieza at his current level.

Trunks: "Mr. Gohan, are you okay?"

Gohan: "Go outside. I'm sparring you"

Bulma, trying to hold Gohan back: "Dammit, Gohan, you just recovered. You can't go out fighting"

Gohan, looking at Bulma with a look of determination: "Bulma, I almost died. I'm stronger than ever due to the Zenkai Boost. Hell, I could probably even beat the androids at this rate. Now put your hand the hell off of my shoulder."

Bulma takes her hand off of Gohan's shoulder. She's scared. She's remembering how Goku was when King Piccolo killed Krillin. She knows that Gohan is just scared and overreacting. She doesn't blame him for that. She completely gets it. She remembered almost going in guns blazing full kamikaze when her baby boy came back beaten and broken because of those damned androids. But she realizes that she's probably going to have to be the one to teach Gohan how to deal with these feelings. The only problem is will Gohan accept it? She figures probably. But she's going to be subtle just in case

Trunks was afraid, too. He'd never seen his master be that angry. Was Gohan going to be this bitter forever?

Bulma, sounding concerned after Trunks has left the room: Gohan, I get that you're angry you weren't there. But, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. You're beginning to look like Go-"

Gohan, turning on Super Saiyan out of rage: "Don't you dare finish that name."

Bulma: "..."

Gohan turning his Super Saiyan back off: "You're right, Bulma. I know you are. But I failed your son, I failed you. Just let me be bitter for a little bit. When those androids are dead. I'll try my best to mellow out."

Gohan lets out an exhausted smile. Yet, it still has the same warmth as his father's

"Don't worry! Everything's going to get better."

END OF PART ONE

Lemme know if you want Part 2!