#sorry bois we got a sappy one today

[whumpasaurus101]

“Do you miss me?” The hero croaked. Their voice was rough as sandpaper, throat bobbing with the lump in it.

Villain scoffed, not even looking back at their nemesis. Their feet kicked a previously discarded cigarette.

“It’s alright to miss me, I-“

“What are you talking about?” The villain growled, their head whipping over to glare at Hero, “I’m more than fine that you’re gone- in-fact, I’m bloody better than I was when you were here!”

Villain hated how perfect Hero looked. Absoloutely perfect. The wind ruffled their hair just right. The city seemed to just be… quiet for a moment.

The hero slowly stepped forward, leaning down and picking up the cigarette. They held it up between the two and spoke, “This… is not better… Its okay to miss me… I miss you too…”

Villain hated themself for the pain that burnt in their chest as they watched the illusion of Hero fade.

They felt the empty space, the hollowness of what once used to make them a whole.

Their hand dug into their pocket, their fingers digging into the cigarette box as they flung it out into the city under them.

I miss you too.

[marsdql]

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 & 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jake × girlfriend!fem!reader (featuring Sunghoon and Ni-ki)

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend's bandmates decided to surprise your lovely hardworking puppy for his birthday yuuuururrrr yup yup

Genre: teeth rotting fluff, little suggestive ending, jakes birthday!!

𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: Happy Birthday Jake Skibidi i love that man... (requests are currently opened) Dont really have much to say since I posted yesterday but.... Ill be making a masterlist soon to organize my fics! ( Sorry for being inactive, I almost quit this morning i was having a moment,...) ENJOY !!!

You couldn’t contain your excitement. Today was Jake’s birthday, and you had something special planned with his closest friends, Sunghoon and Ni-ki. Jake was the type who’d do anything to make his friends happy, so this year, you wanted to make sure his birthday was one he’d never forget.

After a week of whispered phone calls and sneaky planning sessions, everything was finally coming together. You’d rented a cozy rooftop space downtown with fairy lights strung along the railings, a table set with his favorite snacks, and a small corner dedicated to photos of all the memories he’d made with his friends and with you.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Jake’s friends finished up the last-minute details. Ni-ki, as usual, was cracking jokes while struggling with the balloons, while Sunghoon meticulously adjusted the lights, making sure everything looked perfect.

“You guys ready?” you asked, eyeing the setup with a smile.

Sunghoon nodded, taking a step back to survey their work. “He’s going to freak out when he sees this.”

“He’d better,” Ni-ki joked, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. “After all this effort, he owes us dinner for a year!”

Just as you all shared a laugh, you got a text from Jake. He was on his way, completely oblivious to the surprise waiting for him. The three of you scrambled to hide and take your places, shushing each other as you saw his silhouette coming up the stairs.

Jake opened the door, and as he stepped onto the rooftop, everyone jumped up and yelled, “SURPRISE!”

He froze, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. The fairy lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the table piled with his favorite treats and the wall of photos filled with moments of him laughing, goofing around, and sharing memories with his closest friends.

“Y/N? Sunghoon? Ni-ki?” he stammered, looking around in awe. “You guys… did all this?”

You stepped forward, beaming. “Happy Birthday, Jake! We wanted to make sure today was as amazing as you are.”

Jake's gaze softened, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I don’t know what to say. This is… incredible.”

Ni-ki nudged him playfully. “Come on, Jake, don’t get too sappy. This rooftop rental wasn’t cheap!”

Everyone burst into laughter as Sunghoon handed him a small party hat. “Put it on,” he insisted, grinning. “Birthday boy rules.”

Jake obliged, chuckling as he let his friends shower him in confetti and hand him snacks. Eventually, he made his way over to the photo wall, his fingers brushing over the snapshots.

“Where did you find all of these?” he asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Sunghoon smirked, exchanging a knowing glance with you. “It wasn’t easy, but Y/N and I managed to dig some up from your old albums. Turns out, you have a lot of embarrassing baby photos.”

Jake turned to you, chuckling softly, his eyes shining. “I can’t believe you did all of this.”

“Of course I did,” you replied, stepping closer. “You’re worth every second of planning.”

As the night wore on, the four of you shared stories, laughed until your sides hurt, and reminisced about all the adventures you’d had together. Jake couldn’t stop smiling, his eyes lighting up every time he looked around at his friends.

Later, as the others gathered on the far side of the rooftop to argue over the playlist, Jake turned to you, his voice soft. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Your heart fluttered, and you looked up at him, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “I’m just glad you’re happy, Jake.”

He gave you a shy smile, his hand finding yours. “I am. And it’s all because of you.”

The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth under the glow of the fairy lights, making a memory that you both knew you’d cherish forever.

The rooftop was quiet now, the fairy lights casting a soft glow over the scattered decorations as you and Jake stood side by side, watching the city lights below. Sunghoon and Ni-ki had just left, leaving you and Jake alone. You felt a flutter in your chest – the kind that only happened when it was just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment.

“Tonight was… perfect,” he murmured, his voice low. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer.

You looked up at him, your heart racing as you took in the soft look in his eyes. "I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it, Jake.”

He smiled, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy. And I think it’s mostly because of you.”

You swallowed, the intensity of his gaze making your skin tingle. The air between you felt charged, his thumb softly tracing circles on the back of your hand.

Jake gently lifted your chin, his face only inches from yours. "Thank you… for everything tonight." His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was slow, tender, his hand finding the small of your back and pulling you close.

The world seemed to melt away as his hands slipped around your waist, his warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. His lips moved with yours, gentle at first but growing more insistent as he deepened the kiss. You felt your knees weaken as he pressed you back gently against the rail, his hands framing your face.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "I could get used to this," he murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, a little breathless. “Who says you have to stop?”

His eyes darkened, and his arms tightened around you. “Good,” he whispered, pulling you into another kiss, this time slower, more lingering – the kind of kiss that promised a night you’d both remember.

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( marsdql ) >.< !!

[aethien11-blog]

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. (Also, I’m a sappy, silly, dork at times. Sorry not sorry.) I took some liberties when it came to JJK as I’ve only seen the two seasons on crunchy roll and kinda ran with it. Sorry if that’s upsetting.

The boys reactions to learning their s/o has been kidnapped

Fem Reader x : Sakuna, Megumi, Nanami, Itadori

WARNINGS: use of ‘naughty words’, mentions of blood, rape, mutilation, death, violence, and possible spoilers.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

The King of Curses was phased by nothing. Your presence (or lack of) wasn’t that important. He could go a day without you, without thinking of you.

Ryomen snarled. And yet here he was again for the fifth time this hour wondering how much longer you planned to take. Just how long did humans need to visit family for anyway? What was so damned special about it? 

“Great One!” Uraume immediately knelt beside him. 

“Uraume?” His four eyes blinked once before, “Where is y/n? Waiting my room?” It was a pleasant thought but his battle instinct said otherwise. 

“Forgive me, Great One. Lady y/n,” Uraume stiffened.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” he snarled.

“Forgive my error. Lady y/n was taken, my Lord.”

“Taken?”

Maybe it was fear, maybe a blush that lit Uraume’s face. “Yes. Lady- lady y/n sent me away briefly so she could speak with her family. Apparently, I make them uncomfortable.” It was only a moment but it felt like an eternity passed before she spoke again. “I should have sensed it. I apologize for my error, Great One.” “What are you yapping about? And where is she?” Ryomen roared. 

It was impossible to still the tremble that shot through her body. “I don’t know where she is, Lord Sukuna. Only that she sent me away. I stepped to the door, heard something, turned and she was gone. Every member of her family were slaughtered in that moment.” Uraume trembled again. “I don’t know, my Lord.”

“Her body was not among the dead?” It didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t say that. His chest just moved weird when he asked. It wasn’t like his heart could actually hurt over this.

“She was not, my Lord.”

“Hm. I should have figured. You would have brought me a corpse at least, if that were the case.” 

“Your trust is flattering, my Lord.”

“Hmph. Find out who took her and what they want. You have one day.”

“My lord.” Uraume disappeared from his sight quickly then.

Yes. It didn’t matter if you were gone a whole day. He wouldn’t allow it to affect him but hell was coming for the creature that disrupted his plans for the evening. 

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“Wow. I’ve seen stupid before, but you’re something else.”

“Ssshhh ut up, human.” The creature’s hissing speech was irritating enough but if this thing thought it stood a chance. “Or I’ll shh, cut out that ssstupid tongue.”

You giggle. “As if. Lord Sukuna will turn you into kibble.” Briefly you scrunch your brows before wondering out loud, “I wonder if Uraume has fed his pets yet today.”

A blade appeared, pressed to your lips. “Sssssh ut it!”

You can’t help but smile and lick the flat of it. “You don’t stand a chance.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

“Why are we being called in?” Megumi asked in his usual uninterested tone.

“The higher ups have a stick up their ass and they want us to pull it out…probably,” Gojo sniped before finishing with a grin. 

Megumi rolled his eyes. One day, his teacher was going to step too far and those same higher ups were likely to come down on him but today wasn’t the day…probably.

The doors came open as Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, and Saturo stepped close. “There is no time for greetings. Seat yourselves and let’s begin.”

“Well, nice to see you too,” Saturo Gojo sniped with a smile. “Whaddya got for us?”

Heavy sighs echo through the small room before a woman’s voice said, “Watch.” On a screen on the side of the room, a newscast was being played.

As soon as the reporter switched to the scene behind them, three sets of eyes turned to Megumi. He didn’t notice. His eyes were glued to yours looking up him through the screen. 

To say Megumi was used to loss was fairly accurate. He accepted loss was a part of every mission and pretty much expected it… but that was no excuse for you to go and get yourself captured by curse user. 

The demands were that one person alone was to deliver their required ransom for you (another cursed object that should never leave the school) or they would turn you into their newest curse. Worse, they made the demand publicly, ensuring the higher ups couldn’t just sweep their request (and you) under the rug. 

What none of them expected was that Megumi would volunteer to be the one to deliver their ransom. Or that he would have a plan to get you back without having to give up the cursed item.

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These fuckers were in for a hell of a surprise. You weren’t worth anything and you knew it. Just some orphan left in the care of the state to manage a life that had thus far amounted to little. For fuck sake, you only graduated high school last year and who in their right mind tries to take a cafe barista as a hostage. These guys were nuts. 

But hearing what they demanded and their threats just riled you. No, you weren’t worth some great value but you’d be damned if they were doing a single thing to you without a fight. 

KENTO NANAMI

The steady clack of keys on keyboards was near deafening as the entire office echoed it. Blank faces stared at bright screens as the sun sank behind the horizon. Another day of boring repetitive garbage. 

Nanami stood from his desk, collecting his things in his usual slow and perfectly controlled manner. At least y/n should be ready by the time he got there. He had worked a little late, but then, you usually took an extra minute to close up shop. 

Nanami smiled to himself as he lifted his briefcase and slid his laptop in. You always made him a special set of bread as the last one of the day so it would be fresh and warm even after you both got back to his apartment. Maybe he should ask, no no. He shook his head and set his usual expressionless face back in place. No need to think of that right now.

Kento set his briefcase in the back seat before sliding into his car and starting it. Safer that way. You had a tendency to ‘chuck it’ into the back seat if it were in your way. The edges of his mouth curled into a smile. Anyone else and he would have been ticked about tossing an expensive laptop about like that but when you did it, it was cute. And even if it weren’t, the grin you give him after certainly was.

He barely managed to get the grin back under control by the time he was pulling up to your shop only to freeze as he parked. The glass door was shattered, the shop inside showing obvious signs of a struggle. 

Nanami felt like his blood was pumping through his body at several miles a minute then. On the outside, Kento was entirely calm as he slowly unbuckled and stepped out of his car. Only those that knew him would notice the difference. The way his fists tightened, the set of his jaw, or the measured gait he adopted as he stepped through the broken entrance. 

His eyes scanned the scene and picked up the single scrawled note with ease. 

“Want her, come get her.”

The paper crumpled in his fist before he shifted his attention to tracing the energy. They would pay for making him work overtime.

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Much as you would love to (continue to) tell these guys off, one of them had already stuffed a sock in your mouth and duct taped it there. That didn’t really stop you though as you continued to hurl insults through your gag.

“Geez. If this guy doesn’t hurry up, I’m gonna kill the broad just to shut her up,” one of your captors grumbled. 

“Mmm mmnnnm mmm mm.” Your attempted snarl did little through your gag, and it wasn’t like you could fight back now. These jerks may be asses but they knew how to tie knots. Between the chafing on your upper arms and wrists, you had tested every way you could think of to get loose and were only too glad you had worn pants today instead of a skirt. 

YUJI ITADORI

Having adopted his mentor's distaste for meetings, Yuji trudged into the room with a heavy sigh. “Do we have to?” he whined.

You could just give up control and I could kill them all, Sukuna suggests amiably but Yuji ignores him.

Nobara slaps the back of his head. “You already know the answer to that. Sit down.”

Megumi barely managed not to smile before taking his seat. He blinked owlishly for a moment before the friendly wave confirmed his suspicion. “You’re here too?”

Yuta smiled. “Yeah. I’ll let them explain everything.”

“Must be pretty big if they called both of you here,” Yuji said with a grin as he looked between Yuta and Gojo. 

“You know it. Three first years are missing after being sent in and we’re going to go save them,” Gojo stated.

Sighs echo around the room. “Let’s begin the actual mission brief.” All eyes shifted to the screen. Typed out quickly was the message from Tengen. “Earlier this morning, three first year Jujutsu students, Eimo Makito, Rugi Kamisari, and y/n, were accompanied by two third years, Panda and Toge Inumaki, to subdue or suppress whatever was causing the disappearances over Lake Tazawa’s area. The reported incidents originally listed this as a Class 3 curse at best, but with our newest information, we believe there may be more than one special grade at work, making it appear lower to continue to deceive us. We can no longer rule it out.”

Yuji had stopped reading at your name and his eyes were glued to it until Megumi elbowed him lightly to draw his attention back to the meeting. 

You’re okay, right? This doesn’t mean you're dead. Just that….you’re missing.

“We currently do not know if any of the students are alive or not. The veil we placed has been encompassed by a stronger one and we have no way to get information in or out.”

“So we’re going in blind. My specialty,” Gojo stated with a grin.

Yuta chuckled beside him. “We can handle this-”

“I’m coming too,” Yuji shouted and everyone stilled before Gojo’s chuckle released some of the tension in the room. 

“Plan to be a knight and go save your princess?”

“It’s not just about y/n,” Yuji stated, though his blushing ears decried otherwise. “Panda and Toge are there too. We have to save them if we can.”

“You know they might already be dead.” Gojo just wanted to make sure it was clear, that Yuji wasn’t holding out hope on this one.

“I won’t believe it until I see it.”

“Gre-at,” Megumi sighed and face palmed. “It's the detention center all over again.”

“Sorry, Itadori,” Yuta began. “But you can’t-”

“I’m coming too,” Yuji repeated. 

“Nuh-uh, kid,” Gojo said standing up. “I’ll let you come with us, but you are staying out side the barrier, you understand. You want to make sure everyone is safe, that’s fine. But you will keep yourself and Sukuna out of that barrier, clear?”

Despite the blindfold being on, Yuji could feel the blue eyes of his teacher boring into him. 

Finally he sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll wait outside the barrier. But,”

“No buts, or you're not going and I’ll leave you chained up here.”

Yuji’s silence to follow was taken for acquiescence. 

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You blink your eyes open to an unfamiliar sight. The barrier above you seems almost black and the shimmering in it makes you want to vomit after looking at it for a moment. Like staring at trees outside a moving car window. You roll and tuck your left arm up. You're able to move it but the bone in your forearm is definitely broken. 

Your eyes land on Panda as you sit up. “How’s he doing?” you whisper through the pain. 

Panda smiles sadly at you. “He’ll be fine. Just needs a bit to get his throat to stop bleeding.”

“I’m sorry, Toge.”

Toge shook his head and smiled sadly at you. “Bonito flakes.” It even sounded choked and you felt your eyes water. He must be in incredible pain. 

You three were lucky. Eimo and Rugi weren’t as fortunate. You had to come up with some kind of plan to get out of here, but if these two didn’t have anything how could you?

“Fuck!” you curse under your breath.

“Salmon.” 

That at least got you to smile and you can tell that was his intention. You would get out of this. Together.

Again a quick and sincere thank you to Miss Vry (@vrystalius) for helping me with tags :D

[xhoneygirlxx]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: The cheerleading and boy's basketball coaches are the talk of Hawkins High. When they can't seem to put two and two together, the students have to take matter into their own hands to get the pair together.

warnings: fluff. Steve and reader are both in their 20s. gender/body size/ethnicity are not discussed (the name of the fic was simply picked based off of one line). a little cameo from our favorite metal head. a bit sappy but who cares. idiots in love. we stan the students in this fic, they were doin god's work frfr. also modern au! spelling errors/shitty writing, i'm sick so forgive me for any mistakes lmao.

*if i miss anything please let me know*

a/n: As we all know, today would have been the last day of Honey's birthday bash. That was the plan my friends but bc of party festivities, hangovers, and now a bad cold, we are now behind on schedule. Thank you all for hanging in there with me :) I hope you all enjoy this, love you bunches!

The whole school is rolling fake dice.

Whispers traveled through the echo chamber hallways, bets being placed with the shaking of hands, and gossip being passed back and forth in the lunchroom like a breadbasket at dinner. All anyone could talk about was the two coaches that were blind to their own attraction to one another.

Unbeknownst to you and Steve, you guys were in the middle of a storm of circulating rumors since the beginning of the season. From the moment you two met all hell broke loose, a wildfire spreading through the classrooms of the school.

Everyone could see how much you liked each other, it was so clear like the scoreboard that shined brightly in the gym, except for you. The perfect love story, the cheerleader and jock, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

It started as a game between the cheerleaders and the basketball players, betting on who would break first and finally make it official. Soon it became a game amongst the rest of the student body, all of them biting at their nails and crossing their fingers in the hope that one of you would crack.

To everyone's disappointment, neither of you ever did. It was exhausting watching the two of you dance around your clear feelings for one another. The two of you tried to play it cool, act like any of the accusations were just that, accusations. But it was there, bright as day, on display for the whole world to see.

It was in the way your eyes would find each other's in a crowded room, feather light touches that would linger for way too long, shy smiles and rosy cheeks. The way you talked to one another was anything but two people who worked together. It was teasing, flirty, and breathless any time you talked.

There was a big wager for this whole thing, which team would win the biggest check and which one would have to fork over all the money. The cheerleaders and half of the school had their money on Steve, his reputation as a ladies man helping them with their decision. The basketball team and the other half of the school bet on you, knowing you were more outspoken then he is.

Now it's been months since the bets were placed but neither of you finally crossed over the line from friends to lovers. So the cheerleaders did what they do best, they rallied everyone on their side, made a plan that would guarantee their win.

Winter formal was only a week away, both of you were sure to chaperone without a date. So the cheerleaders got to work, making sure their plan would be executed flawlessly.

Phase #1: Plant the seeds

Two loud knocks against the heavy wood door of Steve's office bring him out of his computer screen. Shouting a come in, he's met with the sight of the student council president, Lauren McPhee who holds a white paper.

"Sorry to bother you but I need this form filled out for the dance next week!" She's too chipper for a Monday morning, smiling brightly like the sun that hangs in the cold December sky.

"Oh yeah, let me just get a pen." Wheeling back on his desk chair, Steve begins to pat his shirt while looking around at his cluttered desk for the writing instrument.

Once he snatches the ballpoint pen from under the stack of papers, Steve grabs the flimsy sheet from Lauren's hand and scribbles down his signature on every empty line.

"Alrighty, there you go." With a tight lipped smile, he hands it back to the nice girl.

Steve watches as her eyes flit over the paper, flipping it front to back to make sure everything is filled out properly. When her features twist in confusion he can't help but wonder why.

"Everything look good?" He questions and she shakes her head while still reading over the curled letters of his name.

"Y-yeah, it's just," pulling her lip between her teeth, Lauren begins to chew on it anxiously, "the section for your date has been left blank. Excuse me if I'm crossing a line here, coach, but you're not bringing a date?"

Her voice is sympathetic, lips pulled into a deep from and her eyes sparkling with pity as she looks at the older man. Steve isn't sure why she seems so upset about him going alone or why it would be a problem, but when she looks at him like a dog that's been kicked he feels the need to answer.

"Oh, well I don't really have anyone to take. Plus it's more important for me to be paying attention to the punch bowl to make sure no asshole- I mean jerk, spikes it." With a forced laugh, he waits to see if his answer is enough to suffice the girl's curiosity.

"O-oh that makes sense I guess, I just though maybe you and the cheerleading coach would go together. You know cause they're also going alone and from what they told me, they never been to their winter formal before." Shrugging, the girl moves her sights from him back to the paper.

"They told you that?" Steve's answer is met with a hesitant nod from the girl. "I-I didn't know that." He breathes.

"At least they'll finally be able to go, right?" Again she shrugs, pulling a folder from her bag to put the paper away.

"Wait!" It comes out louder than he expected, cringing slightly at his volume. "Can I hold onto that and then had it in later?"

"Sure! I'll be back on Wednesday." A sunny smile shines at him, the white paper being passed back to him. "See you then, coach."

Waving him goodbye, Lauren shuts the door behind her where the cheerleaders wait for her. With a singular thumbs up, they begin to jump with joy only for a moment before moving on to phase two.

Phase #2: Destroy the band room

Now destruction of school property was not something any student was willing to get written up for, but with the help of an adult maybe they wouldn't have to.

Mr. Munson was the band instructor and drama teacher, as well as Steve Harrington's right hand man. Before he was an educator, Eddie Munson menaced these halls for many years. Before getting his act together and after he quit selling weed to the students in the woods, he worked as an apprentice for a while, following a plumber around for months while he went to college for education.

"Mr. Munson come on, don't you want to see your bestie finally get a happy ending?" Karissa Thomas batted her eyelashes at him as she begged for his help.

"I don't know guys, I could get into a lot of trouble." Rubbing his forehead, Eddie sighs as he weighs out his options in his head.

"Think of it this way, you can finally give principle Higgins the finger. At least metaphorically." Anthony Whitmer adds.

"Plus, we'll give you some of the profits." Mark, another band kid pleads from the group.

Eddie leans against his desk wide eyed, smirking slightly at his band students. Who knew they would be so devious.

"Fuck it, I'm in." The group before him shout in victory while Eddie laughs devilishly. Somethings never changes, he thinks.

So this morning when he arrived at school, Eddie made sure that no one was around when he began fucking with the pipes. After about twenty minutes and sore upper arms, he finally succeeds by springing a leak.

When he reported the leak to principle Higgins, he was met with a side eye before getting the approval of the gym slot after school, which meant you and your team would be forced to share with Harrington and his team until it got fixed.

Phase #3: Offer planning services to coach Harrington

Now to bring this whole plan together, cheer captains Dan Morrison and Amber Hall needed to be in the same place at the same time as Steve Harrington. The only problem was his office and where he usually occupied the most was the east wing of the school. The east wing was the closest to his office and it was the least traveled hallways out of the whole school.

That meant they needed to make it look like they were that way for a reason. Luckily for them, the art room was also in the east wing, so they would make it look like they were grabbing poster boards for last minute winter formal posters.

Lunch time was the best time to put this into motion, so the minute the 11:50 bell rang, Dan and Amber sprinted to the east wing in the hopes they would catch him.

After rummaging around for glitter, markers, and poster boards, the two waited at the door, peaking over the frame in the hopes to catch the older man. When the door of his office opened, the two seniors began to walk out of the room talking about random things to not make it look so obvious.

In the hopes of sparking a conversation with him, Amber dropped the container of markers causing colorful pens to fall all over the hard floor.

"Amber, I told you not to drop them!" Dan laughs, putting the white posters to the floor in order to pick up the rolling markers.

"You made me laugh!" The girl argues back, laughing loudly as she crouches to help.

"I didn't even do anything." He replies, making the girl laugh even harder at his comment.

The echo of Steve's heavy footsteps could be heard by both teenagers, but they ignore it so he wouldn't catch on.

"You guys cool?" Steve asks, crouching down to help pick up what fell.

"H-hi coach," Amber greets, catching her breath from her heavy laughter, "We're okay, Dan just made me drop these."

The boy in question huffs and rolls his eyes playfully, continuing his actions of gathering the rest of what's on the floor.

"So what are you guys doing with all this, anyway?" Steve asks, pushing off on his knees to stand.

"Oh, just last minute posters for the dance." Dan says nonchalantly as he gathers his pile of supplies.

"You're going, right?" The young girl asks and Steve responds with a small sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah I'll be there." Nodding his head, the man places his hands on his hips looking at the two kids in front of him.

"That's fun! Are you bringing a date?" Amber wiggles her eyebrows.

Shoving her playfully, Dan looks at her with a gasp. "Oh my gosh, Amber you can't just ask that. Sorry, coach." Doing his best to look sympathetic, Dan offers his best smile to the older man.

"It's okay, Dan," Steve places a hand out, looking at the brown haired boy, "Actually, I was wondering if you guys could help me with that."

"Sure!" The cheerleaders agree in unison.

"Let's talk about this in my office." Pointing a thumb to the end of the hall, spinning of the ball of his foot to lead the way.

Steve defiantly doesn't see how bright both of the teen's smiles are from where they walk behind him and he surely doesn't see them giving each other a high five.

Phase #4: Get you to go to the parking lot before practice

This phase was probably the hardest of them all. You were very keen on punctuality, always the first to be at the building to make sure everything was set up. Now that you'd be sharing the gym with the basketball team, you were more than likely to be there a whole lot earlier than usual.

Now this is where the most important players come in, Lauren Hernandez and Simon Carter. The two freshmen were bright stars at Hawkins High, the leading members of the mathletes and very trust worthy students.

When this whole plan started it was known that they'd need someone who was convincing to divert your attention, so the two meek students volunteered without a second thought. The amount of money they'd win if coach Harrington made the first move was way more important than credibility at this point.

When they spotted you coming through the outside gym door, the two kids began to put on their show. Rushing through the two gymnasium doors, Lauren and Simon pant acting as if they ran a mile.

"C-coah, we need-" Simon bends over, bracing his hands on his knees while breathing heavily, "We need your help!"

You immediately drop your bags, sprinting over to the two youths. Worry is written all over your face, eyes immediately checking for any visible injuries on them.

"I-is everything okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Placing a hand on your chest, you wait for them to catch their breath.

"There's a fight outside. Max Newman and Devon Lewis are fighting in the parking lot." Lauren rushes out, eyes wide and glassy under the gym lights.

You're more than shocked at the news, the two boys have been great friends the whole time you've coached them. In a flash, you urge both kids to get coach Harrington from his office while you break up the fight.

What you don't know is neither Simon or Lauren have to get him, waiting until the slam of the heavy gym door both run after you to make sure they don't miss a single moment.

Rushing through the entrance doors, the cold winter chill instantly hits you but you don't pay too much attention to it when there isn't a fight happening.

When you walk outside, you see your team of cheerleaders lined up on both sides of the steps, a red rose in each hand. As you walk, they hand them to you, bright smiles on each of their faces when they do.

You can't speak with the amount of confusion that runs through your brain. Even though you want to ask them what all of this is about, you just let your feet carry you out into the parking lot.

You jump slightly when you hear Wildest Dreams being play, the only difference is the band kids stand off to the side with their instruments. Giggling slightly, you imagine Eddie Munson teaching his kids a Taylor Swift song but Bridgerton style.

With a bundle of roses in hand, you continue out into the snow covered parking lot. Under the street lights you see him standing with his hands in his pockets. Behind him stands some of the drama kids, holding big white posters. Taking a moment to read the blue and silver lettering, you gasp when it finally hits you.

F O R M A L ?

Tears prick your eyes and not just because of the cold winter wind. The thought and dedication that went into this must've taken so much (more than both of you even realize), you're heart beaming with the thought of Steve putting this together.

"So what do you say, coach? Will you do me the honors of being my date to the dance?" Steve's cheeks are red and his teeth glimmer under the florescent lights.

You can't help but let more tears fall, all of the pining and wishing finally coming true under the darken sky, right where the two of you first met. It feels too good too be true, a real life fairytale happening in real time.

"Of course I will." It comes out loud enough for only him to hear, the two of you looking at each other in adoration.

In a split moment, Steve's strong hands pull you in and wrap you in the tightest hug, something you dreamt of all this time. Even in the cold temperatures, his body heat, his touch holds the heat of a thousand suns.

The roaring cheer of all of those around you, besides the band who continue to play, fills the open air. You and Steve are so wrapped up in each other you don't even notice the flash of the camera, Andrew Johnson of the yearbook committee getting multiple shots of the whole thing.

Pulling back enough to look at one another, you smile brightly up at him. Steve looks so pretty like this, cherry nose, snow flurries collecting in his eyelashes and hair, and a smile so sweet it could rot your teeth.

"I can't believe you did all of this." You say with a laugh, shaking your head in amazement.

Chuckling slightly, he looks down bashfully at you. "Yeah well, I had some help." The two of your look all around the parking lot where multiple students stand, all from different clubs, groups, and social brackets beam and cheer for the two of you.

The two of you turn back to one another, gooey looks on both of your faces and love filling your eyes. "Who would've thought." You say breathlessly and he agrees.

"Can I kiss you?" It's breathless and hopeful when Steve says it, and you're answer is just as breathless.

Connecting his lips to yours felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it's feels like home, and it feels right. Like a snow globe, you and Steve are frozen for just a moment under the December snow.

I hope you all enjoy! Love you all <3

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[trash-king18]

M pt. 4

he’s extra moody today and nobody seems to know why

miguel o’hara might just be more interested than just animal curiosity…maybe?

————

the next day you come in late, you weren’t going to but when you woke up your head hurt so bad you just needed to lay in bed for another hour… maybe two. 

you were woken up around 10 again by Lyla buzzing on your watch 

“Lyla i’m coming in late what’s wrong”

“uhh I think it might be time for a little “chat” with the boss.. like.. now. he’s acting extra… uh peeved today.”

“that’s a nice way of putting it”

“he’s already thrown two chairs this morning.” 

“perhaps,” you say as you start to try and get out of bed, “he’s acting that way because he is simply just an aggravated prick.”

“Y/N this is serious, i’m worried i haven’t seen him this-“

she hesitates before using the word to describe her boss 

“..moody in a long time. i mean sure he’s always brooding but somethings different, he’s upset i’m worried it might trigger something”

you sigh and then groan before dragging yourself up 

“ok Lyla i’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“thank you… please hurry.”

“only he would find a way to drag me in even after giving me the day off.”

you walk through the lobby and everyone seems slightly on edge. 

Hobie and Pavitr run up to you, 

“thank god you’re here” 

Is it that bad? 

the boys look between each other 

“he threw Peter B in the go home machine.”

“was mayday with him?!” 

“no not today, which probably would’ve saved him”

“Ay dios mío, el hombre es un dolor en mi trasero”

this man is a pain in my ass

Hobie looks at Pavitr

“don’t look at me dude i speak hindi not spanish.”

after you walk away Pavitr nudges Hobie 

P- “hey do you think after they finally do it they’ll fight more or less”

H- “more.. definitely more.”

you march up to his office and there’s no one around it, it’s cleared it like a fallout zone. 

you don’t even knock you just push the door open. he’s sitting on the ledge that his desk stands on. brooding, of course. 

unfortunately you were not a spider person so you couldn’t just swing up. 

“O’hara would you like to explain to me why i get woken up by Lyla calling to tell me you’re throwing chairs and then i get here to find out you’re chucking people into the go home machine.”

no answer. 

“seriously? nothing. ~now~ youve got nothing”

no answer. 

“when you’re ready to communicate like an adult i’ll be in my lab. try not to throw any thing or any ~one~ else.”

you turn but he jumps down suddenly and lands behind you. you turn around and find him standing right there. 

“you left.”

“what”

“you left that night, you were gone before i woke up and all i got was a note telling me to come in for blood tests

and then you lecture me about communication and not being able to give you this that and the next thing and tell me i don’t care 

you couldn’t even bother to mention it” 

“we’re not teenagers, i didn’t think i needed to kiss you goodbye and send a sappy text so we could discuss our feelings. we ~sort of~ hooked up big deal” 

“wow.. should’ve put that in the note too”

“oh my god you and the note, i didn’t know what to say, i ~thought~ we could talk about it in the morning-“

“-how was i-“

“-but noooo-“

“-supposed to know that-“

“-you had to leave for another one of your dark op solo missions with no warning!”

“oh i’m sorry that’s kind of part of my job description honey”

“honey? don’t you honey me o’hara”

“well i wasn’t aware that i had to explain myself to you”

“Oh por favor cállate niño crecido” 

oh please shut up you overgrown child 

“i’m the child?! you showed up here last night stumbling over yourself like a teenager who drank too much at a party”

“well at least my heads not so far up my spandex covered ass that i don’t know how to have fun you glorified action figure”

“ah de verdad? ok. Bueno, ¿por qué no empiezas a comunicarte como un adulto y entonces tal vez tengamos algo de qué hablar contigo, mujer demonio?”

oh really? ok. well why dont you start communicating like an adult and then maybe we'll have something to talk about you demon woman

“you know what?”

“no i don’t know! please tell me id love to hear it”

“you’re an ass miguel. i’m going home.”

“oh great just come in late and then leave early sure, tal vez deberías dejarlo entonces”

maybe you should just quit then. 

“maybe i should!”

you slam his office door and you’ve never been more greatful for nobody being around because you’re sure they would’ve heard everything

you walk past the boys again 

Pavitr “what was all that that about?”

“don’t ask, he’s just in a particularly impossible mood today. he’ll get over it”

Hobie: “are you ok?”

“yeah hobie i’m fine”

“really mate? cuz your eyes are red. and we didn’t have that kind of fun last night far as i know.” 

“i’m good, you should be getting back. if i remember correctly one of you has an 1130 lecture and you, you say wagging a finger at hobie, have band practice.”

the check their watches and curse when they see the time 

“See ya y/n!”

you rush to your apartment before the tears that have been stinging your eyes can escape and collapse on your couch again. you spend the rest of the day napping snacking and just watching movies. 

you just finished cleaning up dinner when you hear a soft short knock on your door. you figure it’s one of the kids or peter asking you to babysit which both happened frequently 

so you open the door, not expecting miguel to be standing right in front of you. you just scoff and close the door in his face. but he just calls softly from the other side of the door 

“can i come in?”

“no. was that not clear?”

“y/n please. i fucked up”

“you didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that”

he groans in frustration, “look if you would just open the door so i don’t have to stand out here like an idiot”

“why so you can stand in here like an idiot instead”

“will you please stop being so childish and just talk to me”

you whip the door open. 

“so you went from a sorry excuse for trying to apologize to insulting me in the span in thirty seconds and you thought that would help how?” 

he sighs

“you’re right i’m sorry i just wanted to say that-“

“nope don’t care.”

you try to close the door but this time he catches it and let’s himself in. 

“what the fuck get out o’hara”

“no! no.”

he grabs you by the shoulders 

“all i want to say— is that i am an idiot and i messed up. i should’ve come to see you after the mission was over instead of chasing after anomalies to avoid dealing with the situation.”

you won’t even look at him. 

“and that i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that this morning especially at work” 

“are you done?” 

“no uhm also i didn’t mean to treat you like a child last night or invade your space. i was worried that you could’ve gotten hurt and i handled it poorly. so uhm i’m sorry.. for that” 

“did lyla write that for you” 

“..no… maybe” 

you still won’t look at him so he lets go and sighs in defeat snd starts to head for the door 

“o’hara wait” 

he half turns back to you 

“i guess i didn’t handle everything as well as i could have either so” 

“is that what you call an apology” 

you look at him with annoyance 

“oh cmon i did it” 

you don’t budge 

“it’s just two words” 

you roll your eyes and through gritted teeth you say, “i’m sorry”

he chuckles 

“god you’re even more stubborn then i am cariño” 

you look uncomfortable at the pet name 

“… right.”

“you should go”

he steps towards you 

“we still have to talk about..” 

“what’s there to talk about. you weren’t in your right mind, something happened, and then it ended.” 

“is that all it was” 

“i don’t know? can you tell me for certain that that night was more than your equivalent of a drunken nothing” 

“i-“ 

“then we have nothing to talk about.” 

his eyes are pleading but your guard is up and you refuse to let him of all people tear it down. 

he slips out out the door wordlessly leaving you to finish putting away dishes. 

[izunx]

hiya!! could i request something with baji bonding with his s/o after a long tiring day? patching up small injuries, relaxing, and cuddling kinda stuff 😱 thank you!,, aa i love him sm 🥲🥲🙏

Nights with Baji. ✧.*

. he's adorablee, this will be a joy to write, thank youu . warnings: none, just fluff! . word count: 652 (just a short oneshot)

✧.* baji x gn reader

"Keisuke!" You could only exclaim seeing your exhausted boyfriend on your doorstep, with a mischievous grin.

"Missed you jus a little bit," without asking, he made his way in, taking off his shoes before grabbing your arm and making his way towards your bedroom.

"Slow down a little, why's there a cut on your face?"

You halted and held your hand to his face, tracing your thumb just under it as he stared down at you. He loved these moments where you could gaze up at him. It was one of the times where he could just admire the soft concerned look on your face and he felt loved.

"It's just been a long day" He sits down and his face was sullen, it was clear he was exhausted from the way his eyes drooped and there was a lack of energy. You felt sorry for him and you knew just the way to make him feel better: cuddles. But that could wait.

Sitting down with the first aid, you pat his cut with the cotton pad. He placed a hand on your thigh and grinned once again. He was content. And he couldn't wait for the awaiting cuddles he had in for him when that silly cut of his you insisted on patching up was covered safely in a plaster.

You however, couldn't help but glare at him. Just what was he thinking getting himself hurt? But you can't stay mad forever with the way his hands had a comforting grip and a face with a handsome ass smile.

The second you closed the first aid kit and plastered him up, he tackled you to the bed. Although you would rather die than admit it, you loved seeing him so eager for affection.

"You big oaf, just what got you so affectionate?"

"mm, I lied when I said I missed you only a little bit," He put his head on your chest, "I missed you like crazy to be honest" Boy did you smile almost a little too hard.

"Kei that's so sappy!" patting his head, you snickered but truly and honestly, you were giddy. "Shaddup!" He dug his head closer into the crook of your neck.

There was a comforting silence. The only thing Baji could hear was the rapid sound of your heart beating, if only he knew just how crazy he made you feel. Ignoring his feeling of tiredness, you missed him too so you couldn't help but ask him how his day was.

"It was questionable, the boys made me go crazy today and we took a play fight a little too far" he sighed, "and you weren't answering my texts!" Your eyes shot wide open -

"I'm sososo sorry babe-" He cut you off by covering your mouth with his large hand.

"Don't be love just know it was a hard day without those sappy texts you send" he mimicked some of the things you'd send throughout the day, reminding him to eat and reassuring him to stay strong because he'll be seeing you soon. That was your kind of relationship and he would rather die then see the day you no longer send those texts. But he wouldn’t admit that. You smacked his chest playfully.

“You shouldn’t treat your girlfriend like that kei,”

“My bad, I thought I was dating a beast” and to that you simply attempted to push him off you, rejecting his affection.

“Chillll, was just a joke babe” he snickered.

“Yeah right, go babe someone else!” despite saying this, you took him in again in your arms and felt his breathing calming down. Looking down at him you realised he had his arms snaked around you and he was holding on tight.

“As your beast girlfriend, I shall help you overcome your tiredness love” you soothed your hand up and down his back.

“Cheers to my loving doting beast girlfriend!”

[msmarvelouswinchester]

If We Love Again

Summary: Whatever problems we had back then don’t exist anymore. It’s why we have this second chance, and we can’t throw it away. -Michelle Maddow

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

WC: 1942

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Post-canon where DEAN IS ALIVE, kinda sappy, body-shaming (not by the boys), hugs and kisses

Square Filled: Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong ( @taylorswiftbingo )

A/N: Alright. Alright. Hello you people! Jfc, how long has it been? A lot of things happened (personal matters and fandom problems too) so I took a break. Kind of gave up writing for a bit. Then two boys - Alex and Henry (RWRB fandom, I'm looking at you) got me back to writing! And of course I had to write for my baby, Dean Winchester!

And I've also lost my taglist. So sorry for not tagging anyone in this.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What’re you doing here?” The usual routine of the bunker had been thrown off-kilter when Y/N had appeared, looking…frazzled. Maybe a tad smile but her eyes shone with unshed tears. And she was drenched to the bones and panting like she had run a mile to get to the bunker. The man welcomed her inside, saying, “Come in first, you are fucking wet.”

The words slipped and the man’s eyes widened, expecting a snobbish remark from her about the word and its placement in the sentence but soon enough, he frowned because Y/N didn't comment on the…apparent opportunity of turning the entire conversation inappropriate. Like she always did. But today, she wordlessly accepted the man’s gratuitous welcome and headed inside the old establishment.

Once at the end of the stairs, she said, rather whispered, “Hey Dean. Can you do me a favour? I need a hug.” If Dean didn't know what heaven looked like, he would have guessed he had ascended to heaven at Y/N’s request.

Dean, who had sprinted down the steps, looked at her and nodded, opening his arms. Y/N stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands finding the nape of his neck. Dean’s hands had also instantly found their shelter around her body. They stayed in the position for a while. Y/N inhaled deeply quite a few times. The unforgettable scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hitting her and she let the tears fall as she let her guard down for the first time that night and Dean’s hold around her tightened. The sobs that left her, wrecked his heart. Each wail was like a dagger to his chest. He hated seeing her sad. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the familiar smell of her shampoo gave him whiplash as the memories of…everything queued up inside his head. But he still didn't know what had prompted her to show up at her place. “Y/N, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to look at me,” Dean murmured, “please.”

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

“No buts,” Dean said, as if he could read the thoughts in her head, “Whatever happened…happened. You were my best friend and you still are. If you need me, in a heartbeat, I'll be there for you. Do you understand that?” He glanced up, Jack if this is your doin’ because I pretty much dreamed about second chances last night then thanks, buddy.

Y/N nodded.

“Now let's go sit down. I'm gonna go find Sam and let him know you're here. And then we can go and kick some asses.” Dean gently guided her to his room in the bunker and sat her down on his bed, asking if she needed anything to drink, water or beer or anything to eat, knowing all they had was pie and a greasy two-days old burger in the freezer. They really needed to stock up their fridge more now they have started to live normal lives.

Y/N, though just asked for water.

Dean winked and said he would be back in a minute. And he was, with Sam in tow who had scooped her up in a giant hug. Oh, she had missed them.

“Hi, Sam. You look…different.” Y/N giggled at Sam in his formal clothes instead of the layers of plaid she was used to seeing on him. She had heard that the Winchesters had retired from hunting but seeing them bask in their post-retirement glory was astonishing.

“Yeah, had a makeover sorta, got myself a job and everything—”

“And a girlfriend,” Dean wiggled his brows and his brother blushed furiously. In between the conversation, Dean had handed Y/N a glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed.

She sipped on the water and hummed thoughtfully, “Who would have thought? Our little Sammy, all grown up!”

And for the first since her alarmingly sudden visit to the bunker, Y/N smiled.

“Oh shut up. Enough about me. Dean said something to me about kicking someone's asses. Do we have to bring out our hunting gear?” Y/N’s eyes widened at the question.

“No! Jesus, no guns. And no violence.” She warned the Winchesters.

“Can’t promise on the violence part, sweetheart!” Dean smirked. “So what happened?”

“Honestly. I think I'm good. It was a moment of…sadness but I'm oka—”

Dean cut her off, saying, “Y/N you were wailing. That was not nothing. Come on, tell us, we swear we'll be good.”

Y/N hesitated and Sam decided to put her out of her misery, “Whatever Dean says, if you don't feel comfortable in telling us. Don't tell.”

“Oh…” Dean sighed, “Yeah, I…I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You seriously don't have to tell us, if you're not up for it.”

“It's just not that,” she swallowed hard. It should be easy to tell them, right? They were her best friends. She took a deep breath and said, “The guy, I am…or rather was dating—” She felt Dean tense up beside her and Sam side-eyed his brother but she continued “-well, he was an asshole. A dickhead. A fucking son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled. “That's quite a description.”

“Yeah. So I applied for this job in NYC and well…I got it—” her heart soared in her chest as she watched the brothers’ faces split into a huge grin “-but this moron of my ex-boyfriend decided to throw my insecurities to my face because he didn't want me to go to NYC.”

Now looking back, Y/N didn't know why she was sad. She was angry. No, she was pissed because how dare a pathetic little man order her around about whether or not she should work in New York. “He was worried that I wasn't too pretty for the NYC girls, that I was too soft to survive in a big city like New York—”

This time Dean chuckled. Because Y/N wasn't soft, she was a hunter. Born into a hunter family only to give it all up because she wanted a quieter life. But she knew how to fight, how to wield a gun. And she was pretty. Too pretty and even after four years of breaking up, Dean’s heart still skipped a beat when she called his name, looked at his face and he was still enamoured by her very existence.

“So I told him that I would leave his sorry ass,” Y/N’s lips trembled, “and he said it was going to be the best thing because I wasn't worth enough for him to fight for because I…I am ‘too much’ and I…I don't put an effort into being the woman a man wants, no…needs. And in that moment, I got so sad, I needed to see you. Because I missed you guys so much. I missed this where no one judged me or at least didn't use to until…well, I…yeah. So, this is how I showed up here.”

“You're always welcome here, Y/N. And I'm sorry, things haven't been…good for a few years but don't think for a second we will judge you or not let you back into our lives,” Dean’s hands had snaked back around her waist, pulling her closer while she continued, “Well, he was kinda right. Don't you think? I talk too much. Sometimes I go on a ramble. I don't watch my diet—”

“That son of a bitch body-shamed you?” Dean was seething.

“Yeah. And he said, I was too much of a work to stay with. I have always been told that I'm too much of a work but it still hurts—”

Dean said, “Well the guy is an idiot. You aren't too much of a work, sweetheart.”

Y/N, this ain't gonna work. You want me. I want you but you don't want this hunting life while THIS hunting is my life. This relationship is going to be so much of a work and with Cain on the loose, I don't think I can put that much effort in this. Y/N gave Dean a soft smile, “I don't want to bring up old memories but you also said that, pretty much four years back.”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “What the hell, Dean?”

“W-I? I was under the influence of the mark, Y/N and you knew it. I pushed away so many people. Letting you go was my biggest mistake. And I regret it because I still fucking love yo—” Dean’s mouth snapped shut.

And for the second time, Sam exclaimed, “What the hell, Dean?”

“Yo–love…what?” Y/N whispered.

Dean turned towards his brother, “Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Sam quickly stepped out of the room.

“Y/N. Letting you go was my biggest mistake and never calling you up was my biggest regret. I should have called because I still need you. And now I have this life. You know I start a new job next week? It's a construction but yeah. And it got me thinkin’ about you. Yeah. I was thinking how I fucked us over and never got to tell you the truth. I never got over us, you. I…I never wanted you to go—”

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

“You sure? You just had a breakup and…”

Y/N looked at Dean, “I know. But Dean, I had kept loving you all along and maybe by some, heaven’s grace—”

“Jack’s grace.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“God. Well, new God. Jack had been living with us…its a long story for another time.”

“Yeah so, by Jack’s grace, maybe it's my second chance at being with you. Loving you.” Dean’s breath hitched at her words, “Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.”

So he walked up to her, and pulled her into a loving kiss. It was soft, eager and…just like old times.

They separated but their foreheads touched as they panted for air. “Second chance?” Dean asked

Y/N nodded, “Second chance.”

He smiled, “This time I'll leave no stones unturned to make this work. Because Y/N, sweetheart, you are worth everything.”

Oh boy, I'm kinda rusty XD

Let me know your thoughts! Comments are highly appreciated!

[accihoe]

My Baby

It's been around 3037 hours since my boyfriend, the reincarnation of the king of bass, died. I just need to write something fluffy for comfort.

Pairing: Cliff Burton x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N comforts Cliff through a nasty fever

Warnings: fever, very slight hint towards vomiting

A/N: This may be cringe, but I need the comfort. Pls don't steal my work.

xxxx

"104,"

Y/N exhaled in worry when she read the numbers on the thermometer. She put her hand over his forehead, not wanting to believe that the thermometer was accurate. His forehead felt like stove plate with a broken regulator.

"Darling I'm going to get you some water, and a tad of orange juice. I'll be right back."

She stroked a drenched strand of hair away from his eyes before leaving the room. Cliff stayed silent, his energy to react in any way long gone. Y/N returned with a tray, pushing the door open with her hip. Though exhausted and uncomfortable, Cliff couldn't help the small smile on his lips.

"Think you can keep this down? We need to keep you hydrated, my love."

She set the tray on the nightstand and propped up pillows, assisting him to sit upright. She handed him the glass. He took it with trembling hands, sighing from the pleasant cool contact. Y/N smiled gently when he glanced her, his eyes showing a slight mistrust.

"I'm not leaving, sweetheart, I promise. And no, I don't mind doing this at all, in fact, I enjoy caring for you."

She laid a hand over his bony knee, responding again to questions he had asked hours ago in a delirious state. His eyes scanned her warily, but drifted to the glass when her thumb stroked his knee over the thin blanket.

"Have a sip, love."

He complied, eyes watching her over the glass. Y/N giggled, and Cliff cracked a small smile. She took the glass from him upon noticing he was at his limit for intake.

"I think now I should sponge you, yeah? Sorry, I rarely get sick, and I haven't been home in a while, I'm not too educated on caring for fevers."

He blinked, but she knew it was a sassy eyeroll.

"Oh my darling, you're starting to feel better!"

She chimed. Y/N got a lukewarm, damp cloth and dabbed it across his feverish skin, dabbing it around his eyes that she could only imagine were burning. She dabbed the cloth gently, smiling internally when she thought of the relief he must've been feeling from the contact of coolness.

"Think you can manage a few more sips of water before you lie down?"

He shook his head.

"Orange juice?"

He shook his head again.

"Alright,"

She gave another soft smile before helping him shift down.

"I think that's it, for no-"

"Willyouholdme?"

"Sorry darling, what was that?"

He exhaled before staring into her eyes intently, as he always did.

"Will you hold me... please?"

"Oh, sweetheart, of course."

She smiled, moving onto the bed. She laid down, and he curled up against her side, face buried in the crook of her neck. Thankfully, Y/N already caught and passed what Cliff had, and was therefore able to snuggle him, like he insisted on doing for her when she was unwell. She stroked one hand over his hair, the other cradling his cheek whilst her thumb stroked his jaw.

A smile danced on her features when she felt his body start to lose the tension and relax, his breathing evening out. She pressed a kiss to his damp hair. The room carried its usual scent, with a hint of illness, but she would worry about that once her handsome man was feeling better.

She hummed a gentle tone, one that Cliff had expressed his sentiment about. With a kiss to his ear she hummed the final tune, closing her eyes to further embrace the peacefulness of being around him, of having him feel safe and protected around her.

"I love you."

She whispered into his hair, and though he was asleep, the words sunk in.

A/n: Hope it was alright. I miss my boy today, the longing doesn't get easier over time, but I'm familiar with losing loved ones, so it's alright. Lmao sorry this is so sappy and blah blah. Hope you have a good time in whatever timezone you're in. And hey, please talk to me if you need someone to chat to. I'll even drop an Insta or something if it'll help ya out. I'm all for helping others, and being a friend.

[shimmerystyles]

Skate to me, baby. - Harry x Ice Skater!Y/N

Summary: Harry is dragged to private ice skating lessons by his very controlling girlfriend Maisy. After their first lesson, Harry finds himself mesmerized by Y/N practicing after their lesson. An awkward first encounter turning into a sappy love story? Wilder things have happened.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: welcome to my first series! i'm not sure how many parts I want this to be, however, I am so so so excited that I am finally doing this! i've had this idea for awhile but i'm excited to write this! lets hope you all hold me accountable! hehe

warnings: nothing? maybe a swear or two?

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"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

You walked into the arena, skates over your shoulder, gym bag on the other one and you made your way to the locker room to get dressed for your rehearsal for regionals.

You prided yourself on being self-coached. It wasn't something most skaters did as it didn't get them opportunities like competing but you had made a name for yourself through social media and had an agent that signed you up and got you invites for competitions. Regionals is around the corner and you were nervous as usual but today was just a run through of your routine a few times, as well as get your content for the upcoming weekend.

"Yes, Maisy! Harry, keep marching in place! You look great!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he was marching with his arms out as his girlfriend broke out a huge smile at the instructor.

"Come on, is this really all we're going to do? I know the basics already, sir." Harry protested as he continued to move his arms in circles.

"Babe, don't start. Sorry, Mr. Cavalier, I don't know why he's acting this way." Maisy bats her eyes and Harry rolls his once again.

"Not a problem, Miss Willis. I know the basics are tedious but there apart of the lesson plan we have agreed upon and unfortunately, I can't skip steps."

The clock hits 3 o'clock. Lesson over.

You walked up to the stands near the exit and start getting your skates on, watching the couple on the ice skating over to the carpeted exit.

"Thanks again, Mr. Cavalier!" Maisy winked. "Please, call me Mark." He cups the small of her back and you roll your eyes. Mark was flirty sure, but, in front of this girls boyfriend? Come on.

"Yeah, Mark. See you next week." Harry spat and Mark pulled his arm away right away.

You watched them walk off the ice and took your opportunity to take to the carpet to get yourself ready to go. You had the remote that controlled the music in your hands and pressed play. 'She' by Harry Styles was your song for regionals. You knew the judges were a younger group this round and if you didn't take home first place, at least you'd go home with people's choice.

You started your routine and shut your focus on the surrounding sounds off. Your mind stuck to the ice, your footwork and the natural glide of your body on the ice.

"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

He walks off and leaves you with a red flush on your face. You go back to your routine and Harry takes one more look over at you, a small smile forming as you turn and move so perfectly.

"Damn." He says to himself.

"HARRY LETS GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR DINNER!"

Harry turns back around to his very, very impatient girlfriend and leave the arena with Maisy talking nonsense to him as he follows behind, his mind stuck on the skater he's just met. He's never been so mesmerized before, especially by someone who he'd only had a 2 minute interaction with.

"HARRY."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, Mais?"

"Pay attention, we've got a big dinner tonight! My parents are expecting us to show up and show out. Got it?" She looks down at her phone, ticking away with those long acrylic nails she always has.

Harry hates those nails.

As he turns to look out the window, his mind wanders back to Y/N. He smiles to himself as he watches the road fly by.

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"Y/N, darling. That's exquisite!" Your agent, Liza came up to the carpet and you skated over to her as she continued your praises.

"Now, you're obligated to be at an event tonight. You'll meet the donors for this competition and I expect you to be dressed and address these people well. I know you won't disappoint me, you never do." She pats your arm and you nod agreeing with her.

"Yes of course, I will be on my best behaviour." You flash a smile.

"Good girl. I'll see you tonight. Don't skate too long now." She winks and walks off, leaving you to skate around for awhile longer.

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You adjust your dress as you exit the town car, staring at the entrance to the gala. Swallowing the lump in your throat to avoid any voice cracks, you take a deep breath and make your way inside.

Immediately you're greeted at the entrance, everyone congratulating you on qualifying for regionals. You nod and give your thanks but quickly rush yourself out of there. You weren't the social type and any event like this you were ready to go as fast as you arrived.

"Hey, Y/N!" Another skater waves you down and you start to walk over to them, but not before bumping into someone as you get distracted by another person calling you over.

"HEY! WATCH IT!" A high pitched voice squeals. You whip yourself around and see it's the same girl from the skating rink.

"I'm so so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" She holds her hand out to you. "Just watch yourself next time, weirdo." She turns back to the guy she's with and hooks arms with him again. He turns his head and you catch his gaze.

"Y/N?" he smiles. The girl looks up at Harry and gives him furrowed brows, gripping his arm more. "You KNOW this girl?" She spits. You rub your arm, feeling the anxiety grow.

"Yeah babe, she skates at the same arena we take lessons at. She was doing a routine to one of my songs." He warmly smiles at you and you feel your cheeks growing warmer.

"Hmm. That's nice I guess" She says, eyeing you up and down.

"I-I should go, my friends are waiting." You turn and you feel Harry's gaze piercing into your back.

"Enjoy your night, Y/N." He says as you fast walk away from the two. Maisy slaps Harry's arm and he rubs his arm in pain. "What was that for, Mais?"

"Keep your eyes on me, Harry. You're mine."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not property, Maisy." He brushes her arm off and walks to their table. Maisy stares at him, fists clenched, grumbling behind him to the table.

"Hey, Y/N! Ignore her, that's Maisy Willis. Her dad is some big shot donor but she's a total nepotism princess."

You just shrugged and took a sip of your water.

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for being here tonight to celebrate the qualifiers, their coaches, and sponsors. It's going to be a wonderful evening ahead."

You sighed softly.

Only 4 more hours to go.

As more and more suited up men and well dressed women came up to make meaningless speeches, you felt yourself start to get antsy.

"I'm gonna go to the bar and grab a drink, want anything?" You ask your seat mate. "Whatever you're having, thanks." You nod and get up to go to the bar.

"And speaking of incredible qualifiers, there's one standing now! Miss Y/N Y/L/N! One of the best in the country!"

The spotlight hits your face and you squint in surprise but flash a shy smile as the audience cheers and claps for you. You just wave and hope the attention will move from you as soon as possible.

"Miss Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight."

You nod and mouth a thank you as the speaker changes his subject again. You breathe out heavily as you had been holding your breath the whole time out of fear. This was not your scene and that definitely warranted you a drink or eight.

"Two Somersby's please." You say as you approach the bar.

"Make it three." A voice behind you cuts in. You turn and it's Harry once again, this time unaccompanied.

"Soooo, best in the country, huh?" He smirks.

You rub your arm. "One of the best I suppose... but I don't see myself that way. I can always improve." You turn to face the crowd, Harry coming up to you, leaning on the bar. "From what I saw, you were pretty."

Your eyes widened and he coughed. "Perfect. Pretty perfect. You know your, your technique." He rubs the back of his head and you were convinced your face was red.

"T-thanks." You say shyly.

"Three Somersby's, Mr. Styles." He grabs his and shot you a wink.

"See you next week, Ms. Y/L/N"

"Next week?" You ask confused.

"My lessons with Maisy. Hope I run into you again." He smiles and raises his glass. "Cheers."

As he walks away you feel like your hearts falling into your stomach.

This is going to be a weird season.

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woop woop TIME FOR A FULL ON SERIES KIDDOS!

I'm so excited about this!!

next part will be out soon!<3 (and will be longer :D)

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9

Today's (7/16/2024) Episode: Missing You

Luigi was exhausted when he finally got home from the hospital, changing into his PJs immediately before checking in with his folks and Skye.

He found Peachy and Valentina in the living room, watching a late-night talk show. His father jumped up to embrace him: “I’m so sorry you and Noemi went through such a scare today. You know you can count on your step-mom and I to be here for as long as you need us.”

In the dim room, lit only by the big screen TV, Luigi’s view of the two concerned sims blurred with tears. “Thank you, for everything” he replied, “I don’t know how we would manage without you guys right now.”

Wishing them good night, Luigi then headed into the nursery to check on his boy. He changed his squishy diaper and settled him back to sleep with one of the last of Noemi’s pumped milk bottles, making a note to grab some formula first thing in the morning.

Watching Skye fall back asleep in his bassinet, Luigi was hit with a wave of resentment. He knew that wasn’t fair to his son, none of this was his fault, but if he hadn’t been born then Noemi would be here instead of recovering from life saving surgery in the hospital.

Unclenching fists he hadn’t even realized he was making Luigi quickly turned away and headed into his own room, hopeful that some sleep would adjust his outlook and more grateful than ever to know his dad and step-mom were sleeping right down the hall.

Following that night Luigi let the grandparents take on many of the hands-on childcare tasks as he continued struggling with his new, uncomfortable, feelings. He did his best to pull his weight in other ways that didn’t involve one on one time with the tiny sim that had nearly cost him Noemi.

He would make a big mixology production of preparing baby bottles, then deliver Skye to Valentina for “grandma time” while he worked on something else in the house. At least all his nursery upgrades refreshed the love of handiness that he shared with his dearly departed Papa Jack.

Having his family on hand was no substitute for having his fiancée home, but it was nice to spend time in the kitchen with his father again.

Noemi didn’t much like cooking, even if she was decent at it. Peachy of course adored it and encouraged Luigi to mix up the perfect drinks to go with his gourmet creations, “just like old times”. When Valentina brought Skye in to “supervise” three generations of Lawbourne men enjoyed meal prep together.

Of course, the best thing about having Peachy and Valentina in residence was the freedom it gave Luigi to spend a lot more time with Noemi.

He would never be the best when it came to romantic gestures, but a bunch of colorful balloons and a card that said all the sappy, sentimental things he struggled to put into words seemed to hit the right note, if his girl’s smile and thank you kiss were anything to go by!

When Noemi’s lunch was served Luigi ran out to the nearby cafeteria to grab a bite himself, joining her at the small table in her room to eat and chat.

Of course, Noemi wanted to know all about Skye. “How he’s doing, is he adjusting to the formula OK?” she asked worriedly. “I wish I could just pump and send you home with the milk, but they couldn’t say for sure that the meds they have me on would be safe for him.”

Luigi told her “Skye is doing just fine. He was a little extra gassy after the changeover but that settled down fast.” He paused then, considering whether to tell her about the strange new resentment he was struggling with. He usually shared everything with her; maybe she could help.

“I know its not fair,” he began, “But I can’t help feeling that without Skye’s birth, you wouldn’t be stuck here recovering from being on death’s doorstep. It bugs me and it’s made enjoying time with our tiny man a lot harder. Do you ever feel the same way, or blame me for our… happy little accident?”

A concerned frown crossed her face as she responded “No, I don’t blame Skye or you at all, and you shouldn’t either. What happened was terribly unfortunate, but it was just a coincidence that he was the baby I gave birth to. Even if I hadn’t gotten pregnant when I did, we both knew we wanted to have a child, someday, and we always agreed that I was going to be the one to carry them. This could have happened with any delivery.”

Noemi went on “If you’re struggling, you should call Dr. Valasquez or maybe even talk to some of the professionals here about how you’re feeling.”

Luigi shook his head, glad he'd been honest with his fiancée. “No, I’ll be OK. Just hearing that you don’t blame Skye makes me feel better, and I’ve got the old folks around now to remind me how a healthy family deals with problems.”

He helped her back to bed, giving her a kiss and receiving a book in exchange. “My mother brought it over for me, read to me while I rest my eyes?”

He smiled down at her. “happy to.” He began reading in his best gruff starship captain voice as she nestled into the bed to work on getting better.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[chatange]

soft asks by sunnysideanon

i treat ask games like surveys, we all know this.

what song makes you feel better?

who listens to music to feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

i dont watch movies qwq im sorry these are rough answers

what’s your favorite candle scent?

i usually like winter fruit smells. so plums, pomegranates, grape, deep and rummy sorta scents. i also like rich sweet ones, resin-y smells. i like a nice light floral mix (iris, jasmine, lily, rose) on cleaning days.

what flower would you like to be given?

lillies. any lillies, but i like madonna lillies

who do you feel most you around?

my partner system, but specifically trent. he is me, and ive never felt it more than when we're together. my brothers are a close second.

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

i have gold rings around my pupils i just noticed the other day. they're gorgeous and i have no idea where i got them from genetically-- maybe my mother. she has gold in her green eyes. i'm glad i got something from her eyes, i'm jealous of them. i have insanely enviable hair. my nails are elegant... also enviable. im wicked talented and sharp, nobody can create the way i can-- BITCH???? ok one of my favorite songs paused randomly that was a whole experience. answer cancelled next question

what color brings you peace?

pale green. this isn't bad, though.

what calms you down?

being alone in my own space. writing music/poetry. having a clean space. music-- hey, i guess that first question was onto smth

what’s something you’re excited for?

grocery run tomorrow, haircut sometime this week. yay.

what’s your ideal date?

taking turns spitting vodka into each others mouths and banging our skulls together til we pass out

how are you?

im fine! a lot of excess energy strangely which is funny b/c i haven't had any caffiene today. that reminds me i need to add energy drinks to my grocery list. eeeeeeee also feeling sappy. in love. so in love hehe

what’s your comfort food?

probably any kind of salad theyre very safe foods

favorite feel-good show?

i dont dream of watching televi-- interview with the vampire.

fairy lights or LED lights?

fairy lights. LED lights make me anxious to look at but now Everyone has them so what do i know

do you still love stuffed animals?

yes.

most important thing in your life?

myself, but secondly, my fiance.

what do you want most in the world right now?

a kiss.

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

don't smoke cigarettes and don't tell that girl everything.

what would you say to your future self?

keep doing it, even if it's uncomfortable. trust your gut, not your body.

favorite piece of clothing?

my black turtleneck or my fur coat.

what’s something you do to de-stress?

bounce and moan on it

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

moneyyyy!!! oh, personal. money from their personal bank account!!! (a card. i collect those.)

what movie would you want to live in?

childs play. id fuck that doll and save the little boy JFIOWEJFE

which character would you want to be?

... oh myself isnt an option ok. then id wanna be in clueless and be cher. id like to be rich

hugs or hand-holding?

hugs. i need my hands for other things but i can be hugged forever

morning, afternoon or night?

ALL OF THEM ALL OF THE TIME

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

horses, dirt roads, hotel rooms, cigarette smoke.

[absolutebl]

Hi! Sorry in advance for how long this post is going to be. I have so many things to ask.

I'm mostly obsessed with Thai BLs at the moment, but I do want to diversify, so what are the top recommendations for Korean, Japanese and Taiwanese? I don't like too much angst or conflict. As in, I could barely get through series like Theory of Love and Never Let Me Go.

Your BL linguistics and honourifics posts helped me a lot when I was but a newbie in this world. Ah, good times. Anyways. What I wanted to ask is, taking inspiration from, and with (credited) reference to your posts, can i make a post of my own? It will only be on Thai. I just want to compile all the things I've learnt so far.

I was sniffing around MyDramaList (for reasons) and found Water Boyy. Is it worth watching? Also, Boys over Flowers (F4 version). I really don't want to watch het romance unless it's really, really good.

You don't have to answer this, it's just for my own curiosity. I'm thinking of making a EarthMix TharnType AU with role reversal. So far I have Mix as Tharn, Earth as Type (yes, i got the idea from Love by Chance), Tay or New as Thorn (Tong is so much better as Tankhun. Also, in this, Thorn is also ver gay, hence TayNew), Love or Film as Thanya, and of course, the crowning gem, Neo Trai as Techno. Question is, who should I cast as Lhong (better if its GMMTV since i know them best, but other agencies are also good.)

Last but definitely not least, I respect you a lot. And i love your blog. Irrelevant, but I wanted to ask, how was today's Boss and Babe (ep. 4)?

Moving on from Thai BL

1a. I'm mostly obsessed with Thai BLs at the moment, but I do want to diversify, so what are the top recommendations for Korean, Japanese and Taiwanese?

Sure thing. Read the descriptions of my top 10, they will let you know how soft the different dramas are. (I like soft and sweet a lot myself, so there are always many in there).

This one needs to be updated, I added quite a few more to my 9/10 list for Korea since then. But with Our Dating Sim and The New Employee this year is going to require it to be updated AGAIN. (Both highly recommended for your needs)

This one is mostly up to date.

This one is totally up to date.

Low Angst, Low Conflict, Soft BL

1b. I don't like too much angst or conflict. As in, I could barely get through series like Theory of Love and Never Let Me Go.

Here are some lists for ya:

Don't watch Waterboyy.

3a. I was sniffing around MyDramaList (for reasons) and found Water Boyy. Is it worth watching?

NO. Avoid all versions. It's terrible. I mean, if you are completest you have to but otherwise... NO.

Boys over Flowers is gross

3b. watch F4?

I am sorry to all the stans out there, but I LOATHE this franchise. I've watch a number of them, always hoping a new remake will make it palatable. NO. I hate all of them. All the worst tropes of a reverse harem. I am intersted (like Twilight) in understanding WHY it's so popular but personally, it gives me the disgust willies. Yech.

This is why I want it gay. Would that make it palatable?

I suppose the one form Laos is the only one I even kinda enjoyed and it is by far the worst production values. I gave it up 1/2 way through. I think I watched 3 eps of F4. No thank you.

Honestly if you want this kind of het toxicity, I think Heirs is a better version of these tropes. Also it's legacy Kdrama so will tell you a lot abouy that industry and what toxic tropes they love (and still employ) even in their BL.

4. who should I cast as Lhong?

Khaotung? First? 5. Last but definitely not least, I respect you a lot. And i love your blog. Irrelevant, but I wanted to ask, how was today's Boss and Babe (ep. 4)?

Aw, thank you so much!

I haven't watched it yet. Tonight!

Lunch, regression analysis all afternoon, dinner with one of my adorable exes, then Jack o'Frost, B&B, and Boys' Planet... in that order.

[fayesdiary]

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Hello everyone!

Today marks the second anniversary of this blog! Wow, I can't believe it's been two years already! (Note, I created the blog earlier but February 4th 2019 was my first original post here so I use that date as the blog's birthday)

I'm honestly suprised this blog lasted this long, since I'm a very shy person usually on the Internet and commitment isn't exactly my strong suit. But what can I say? I love it here and Tumblr feels like home at this point!

To celebrate I'm gonna reminisce a little bit and write down my thoughts about this blog. It's gonna get really sappy, I'm sorry.

Just kidding. I'm not sorry at all.

2022 has truly been the year of all time. A lot and I mean a lot of ups and downs. I started and ended my first job, went on vacation, had one of the worst instances of allergy + depression, you name it. In hindsight, every few months I was in a wildly different situation and mental state.

But the thing that overall made 2022 great was finally getting into art! To turn the ironic hate off for a moment, I love Fire Emblem. It's not my favorite series (Kingdom Hearts and Kirby share that position), but it's one I still adore and now am truly greatful for, because for a reason or another it was the only one it felt welcoming enough to me to actively make an account about it and be active in social media rather than a ghost after years.

Before I made this blog I wrote a few supports for the fire-emblem-heroes-supports blog. I think they were the first piece of writing I ever made willingly and not as part of a school assignment, and looking back I still cherish them.

Eventually I had the idea for this blog, and after a lot of hesitation in typical me fashion, fayesdiary was born! I mentioned it a few times already, but originally it was meant to be just meta analysis posts, a few headcanons and theories and my sporadic writings. Overtime though it became a lot more freeform in what I posted, and I think it's all the better for it!

I got the courage to write and posts my first fanfictions and slowly carved my own personal space here on Tumblr. Like, a very cozy rat hole. Over time, this blog became a personal hobby and it gave me a lot of satisfactions. I got close to some people I truly admire and made a few friends too!

And boy, then we get to last year, which has been an absolute blast in terms of creativity!

I don't think I ever had in mind making a dialogue dump website of Awakening, but it happened and I had a lot of fun making it and giving it a lot of tiny details! ...even if its layout has the stability of a Jenga tower and it's just the Gangrel arc. Whatever. It's the thought that counts.

I wrote a bunch more! Not as much as I wanted, but I made some stories I'm really proud of. And I took part in a few fandom events and not just one but two Secret Santas for the first time!

I took a shot at making wallpapers and made some I'm really proud of, especially the Three Hopes ones. They were so fun to make and the process was just tons of fun!

And that leads nicely to... making art.

See, the thing about me is that I always sucked at making art. I couldn't keep my hands stable, I am incredibly clumsy and I couldn't draw anything more complicated than simple childlike doodles. And while I loved painting, the fact I felt incapable of making anything good or that I could like lead me to not even bothering to try. Why bother if you're just gonna be disappointed and frustrated, after all?

Until I got into group painting at around July, and I loved it. I made some paintings I truly like, and that eventually gave me the courage to start drawing again. As a half-joke. Only this time, I decided to draw with references, and my whole world got upside down. Turns out I could actually somewhat draw if I had a reference! And somehow I never realized it in years!

Something clicked. I figured it'd just be a thing I'd do for a week at most and then drop like so many other creative projects of mine, but... it stayed. Not only that, but I got more invested into it. I went from physical to digital (with the mouse!), and eventually shifted to a graphic tablet a friend lent me (and then pretty much gifted me). Eventually the drawings became so many I decided to make an art blog! Me! An art blog! The me from even just early 2022 would have called you insane if you said it! And now not just that, but I'm even making preparations to open a Redbubble shop! I still can't believe it!

And a huge part is thanks to this blog, really! It gave me and still keeps giving me the courage to try new stuff, find new friends and people who inspire me, and lets me know people enjoy what I make or say. It's amazing, and it makes me feel so happy!

I'll be honest, I am grateful to this blog. It truly helped me get into a better place, and I can confidently say ever since I opened it I feel a lot happier. And that's coming from the local cynical bastard who usually hates themselves, but now? I went from hating myself to being neutral at worst for the most part. Even if I still have my moments sometimes, but that's normal. And now I actually have hope for the future!

But really, it says a lot that for once at the New Year party I wasn't the one who claimed the next year was going to suck. Heck, I was actually caught off guard when one of my friends said it and I said no, it's gonna be good!

Anyway, enough rambling. What I want to say is, thank you for everything. Thank you to the people who complimented me or even just commented on the things I made. Thank you to my mutuals and anonymous lurkers. Yes, I know you're there, I was and often still am one of you. And most of all, thank you to all my online friends I made here on Tumblr. When I think about it, we haven't known each other for that long, but I want you to know now I can't imagine a life without you and you brighten my day every time we chat. I love you so much and I wish you nothing but the best<3

Here's to plenty more years of this blog!

[araveninthedarknight]

A new Character in the Story chapter 3

This is going to be kinda sappy, and we see a bit of an out of character Yasushi, but it is important to the story, and well....I have to write him sappy because it is what my brain demands, that he get some sappy moments.

WARNINGS: Small mentions of fights/voilence, Teasing from two to three people in a playful way, swearing and out of character peoples. Sorry, I don't make the rules here, my head does -\_(-v-)_/-

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Chapter 3:

Bobby sat on the roof top, it was peaceful since he had started the day with an early morning coffee and heading to the school with Kyoshi. He had let the blonde mohawk wearing teen go to his friends, getting some much needed space to get his feet under him and take a breather. He had a lot on his mind after admiting the previous night to Kyoshi what had really happened with him and how he showed up. In that time he bacme like a brother to Bobby, and for that the other was greatful, the world seemed a little less scary knowing he had one person for sure by his side. "Kyoshi told me I could find you here." A deep voice states, jolting the almost 16 year old out of his thoughts with a jump, he knew just from the voice is was Yasushi, and that had Bobby's heart racing and his palms sweating. "O-Oh hello Yasushi, yeah...Im just hanging out here for a while before it gets too crazy." Bobby only manages to not stutter slightly and feels a lump in his throat, his crush smelled so so good, like versace man au frechie, which was one of the artificial red head's favorite designer cologne smells. "He told me what happened last night to you, the fight on your way home.How are your knuckles and nose feeling?" Yasushi had no clue why he was asking the teen before him this as he sat down on one of the old tables across from the couch, his heart just called him to do so.

"A little sore, but I'm alright. Its really all thanks to Kyoshi for saving me though...I am not the best fighter to be honest. Mostly had been a goody two shoes for my life until last night, though it was a rush." Bobby admits, his cheeks flushing at the attention the boy with the braids was giving him and he knew he would be done for had he found out the real reason Bobby came to school with his best friend. "You seem deep in thought, what is it?" Yasushi asks, deciding that if his friend was close to him, he would try to be too, though it would mostly be done under the hidden daylight when others from the school's gangs had no clue, like now for example.

"You would never belive me if I told you. I got lucky that Kyoshi didn't call the authoraties and tell them I was deranged...But if you really want to know..."He drug out the 'L' in really and heaved a heavy sigh, the air thick with tension,"I was watching the high and low movies.. this world is a movie world typically...And it was stormy. I was charging my phone when a lightning bolt lit the sky purple and a surge of electricity zapped me, I woke up on the roof top here at Oya, scared and confused but trying to convince myself it was only a dream.The fight last night was what really set it in for me that I am well and truly stuck here and that this is all really happening. You don't have to believe me, like i told Kyoshi..I sound nuts to most people but I would never lie about something like this and risk being sent to a hospital.." Bobby lets his voice trail off, fighting a new batch of tears out of his green eyes, glasses atop his head with their clear frames ever comfortably sitting in lucious red velvet tendrils styled in a shaggy mess.

"You don't sound crazy..Your voice and eyes say it all and I will help keep your secret until you are comfertable telling others. If that is ever what you decide to do. Do you have a place to stay?Have you had any issues with anyone here today?" Yasushi feels protective surges bubble into his heart, making it hard for him to breath.HE was becoming the bottle blonde's worl faster than either knew what to do with, but he still had a tough persona to keep up.He was Yasushi after all.

"Wait, do we look like this in the movies or are we diffrent in that world?" He was curious to see if he was any diffrent from his movie counterpart in Bobby's old world.

"No, you were all the same as you are here, I always stupidly enough found you to be the most handsome in all of the movie. And thinking that the mohawk was what was wrong with Kyoshi's girlfriend struggles honestly." Bobby said the last part louder than the first, but at the close range where they could feel each other's breath fanning over their faces, Yasushi had heard it all loud and clear, and he felt himself turn a shade of pink, the boy he seemed to be developing feelings for had himself had a crush on Yasushi before they even met,paths seemingly meant to cross and time standing still for both, eyes interlocked in a comforting gaze.

"Well, Im glad you think I am handsome, and for the record, I think you are handsome too. You remind me a bit of Todoroki, but you are honestly much cuter and much more likeable already. We will be butting heads much less than he and I tend to do." The long blonde haired teen had a sly smirk glazed onto his lips, he wasn't teasing the red head perse, mostly just being honest but also flirting. A throat clearing broke them from their talk, a glaring Todoroki causing the hearts of both boys to lurch to their throats in worry, the leader looked unhappy, and neither team wanted to be on his bad side ever in their lives. "I don't think he meant that in a bad way, I promise you.. He just means he can't see you as anything other than a class mate." Bobby pipes up, making sure to keep his voice firm again, much like the day before, sans crowd luckily for him, he hadted crowds.

"Yasushi, if the two of you date ever, I can't promise that I can controll the other factions of Oya, but Bobby, you will have your hands full if you two enter a relationship. It is really quite a hassle to deal with this knuckle head." Todoroki says, almost as if to assure the youngster that he could trust him, even though his newest friend and love intrest potential just chucked a throw pillow to the leader's face. "Shuddup dodoroki!!" The normally deep voice whas high pitched and whiney, showing just how much that had gotten under the skin of the long honey blonde's thoughts. He was being ebarrased in front of the newest member and a crush of his by a long time school mate and he was willing to risk a fight to show his annoyance to him in such a physical way.

"Yasu, calm down, it's ok..He didn't mean any harm by his words, you don't have to be embarresed at all. I think this side of you is rather cute and refreshing, and I know it won't make you weak, you deserve to love and be loved too." Bobby says softly, a small and shy smile with hopeful eyes shining like gems under the morning sun, all but confessing his own love to the teen that sat on the table in front of him, knees barley brushing and breath's still mixing in close proximity to each other.

"And stop throwing these nice pillows, I don't want to have to replace them, they make the school look less dead. You guys need a good touch up here to callm your asses down,Fuckkkk." A chuckle errupts from the bottle red head's lips, the cherry chapstick creating a soft area for a smile to form even larger than the frist, he decided to be bold and send his crush a wink, knowing that this would have all happened in the time between the last episode of the tv show and the first movie, so he could take a risk here and there, though he had no clue what he would do when they got to the movie part of it all. But that would be an issue for another day he decided, one when everyone knew and had gotten a better grasp on the issues at hand. There was sure to be more fights to come their way, and Bobby wanted to be ready, "I need to find someone who can train me now though, I want to be ready for the nxt fight to come this way, and so I can better defend myself."

"I will personally train you myself then." Todoroki says, a hint of a smile dancing across his face.

[bittybeanie]

next time, now (reigen x reader)

oh boy folks have i got a doozy for you- this is part 2 of my aspec reigen adventures, pretty much meant to directly follow after the first one, which you can find here, but you can also read it on its own! this one has slightly less feelings and double the sexy times, but also still some feelings because i think that's my trademark at this point. you technically still don't get to boink the conman but, just, i promise you'll like it. we'll get there. have faith in me.

featuring reigen discovering he actually does feel attraction, uhh a few tiny doses of cum related kinks, and a scene where reigen jacks it in the shower, heavily inspired by this audio of his va. please god wear headphones.

also on ao3!

"Maybe next time."

"Maybe next time it is, then." You lean up to meet him for a kiss, sighing with content against his lips as he lowers you back down to the bed. "You're a good kisser. Maybe we should just do this instead. Forever, maybe." Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him down, and he scrambles to catch himself before he lands on you.

"Woah, there."

"Mm, sorry, sorry. Just extra clingy today." You look a bit sheepish, but it doesn't stop you from peppering kisses along his jaw, up toward his ear, across his cheek, then back to his lips.

"Here, sit up, then." Reigen lays his hands on your hips, guiding you to scoot back and lean against the headboard. He slots one leg between yours, effectively straddling your thigh, and tilts forward to press a kiss to your collarbone. "This okay? Or just regular kisses?"

"Yes. Any. All." You let out a breathy chuckle and drop your hand to his shoulder as your eyelids flutter, threatening to close. "Just want you to keep touching me."

One hand slides up to your waist, and his grip tightens.

"Not-! I mean, you don't- not like- just, in general, I meant. I'm not expecting- y-you've already-"

"Hey, hey, I got it. Relax." His hand on your waist moves up to cup the back of your neck, and he presses his forehead to yours. "Relax."

"R-right." You smooth your thumb up and down his shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Just making sure you knew."

"It's not like I mind, either. If you wanted me to." His thumb slides down your hip, and his fingertips trace across the top of your thigh. "Isn't that the whole point?"

You catch his hand. "N-no? Is that really what you-?" You shift so that you're sitting more upright, and your knee bumps against his side. "The point isn't the action itself, it's... The point is that it's you."

"...Oh."

He starts to move his hand down again. You lock your fingers together and pull your conjoined hands up between your chests.

"Oi."

"But-"

"I'm trying to prove a point here, y'know?" He rolls his eyes, and he squeezes your hand.

"You're so stubborn."

"Sometimes." You shrug one shoulder, making no effort to hide your grin. "Like you aren't, though."

"Hmm." His eyebrows pinch together, and he knocks his forehead against yours again. "Sometimes."

"I just wanna keep kissing for a little bit. Like a wind down, y'know? That's enough." He nods, but he doesn't seem convinced. "Hey, Arataka. You are enough." 

He blinks. Something heavy and stifling shifts in his body, falling away to be replaced by something light and clear, and it's like he's seeing you for the first time again. His breath catches in his throat, and his eyelids flutter, and his hand twitches on your hip. Heat rises to his face, collects in his chest, makes his arms tense and his stomach curl, and he's suddenly very aware of just how much of your personal space he's allowed to occupy every day without question, how many times you've leaned into his hand on your shoulder, let him drape himself across your shoulders or kiss you without a second thought.

Does he.... want to...?

"You okay? Was... was that too sappy?"

"Yes. No! I mean, I'm okay. It was fine." He's overcome all at once with the need to run as far away as he can and the need to pull you against him and never let go. His body is fighting with his brain and he realizes that he's been gawking at you for far longer than acceptable, his arm moving on autopilot so fiercely he's surprised he hasn't smacked one of you in the face already. "Let's... let's lay down."

"Okay! Yeah, of course." Your hand slides off his shoulder to let him roll off of you. "You... know you have to move to lay down, right?"

He jolts off the bed in what seems like one motion, leaving you blinking at the empty space in front of you. "Right, of course, I was just- y'know!"

You do not know.

You lean over the edge of the bed and fumble for your shirt and underwear, slipping them on so you can slide your legs under the covers. "Are you sure you're okay? If I made you un-"

"No! Nonono, you- nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Great, even." He must realize the way he's frantically rubbing at the back of his neck isn't very convincing, because he lets his arm fall limp at his side and softens his voice. "I promise. Just a lot happening at once."

You squint as you consider him. He rocks back onto his heels and spins, looking around the floor in the same way you'd scan for a lost item. He wipes his hands on his sides and sits back on the bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he lifts up the covers.

"I promise. I'm fine."

"Alright. Alright, fine, but tell me the minute you aren't. Always."

"Roger." As soon as you get settled, his hand is back on your waist. "Kissing still good?"

"Of course."

You kiss him until your eyes start to stay closed between kisses, until your hand starts to slide off his face, until you're too sleepy to keep track of how much noise you're making, humming against his lips and letting out little gasps every time he pulls away, scrambling to keep a hold on his shoulder to keep him close, whining when he takes too long to kiss you again.

Once he's sure you're asleep, he presses one last kiss to your forehead. He untangles your arm from over his chest, slides his leg out ever so slowly until his foot hits the floor, then the other foot, and he gently lowers your arm to the bed. He backs into the hallway, watching for signs of you stirring, and softly closes the door.

+

He lets himself get used to the idea before anything else. He's about to jerk off. To you. In your bathroom. While you're sleeping in the other room. And that's totally fine. You would be fine with it. He's fine with it.

...Right?

His shirt makes a quiet fwump sound as he drops it to the floor, and he panics before he realizes there's absolutely no way you could have heard it.

Okay. He can do this. He just needs to calm down.

He debates putting his shirt back on, giving up and trying again somewhere less paranoia inducing, but he knows if he doesn't ride the wave he might not get this brave again.

Above all else, he just wants to.

He decides to press on, almost scratching himself as he jabs his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and shoves. He listens again, and he takes a deep breath.

His eyes settle on the shower, and he realizes that having an excuse to be naked would be helpful, so he tosses his boxers onto the pile of clothes and carefully steps in. His eyes adjust to the dark as he pulls the curtain slowly shut behind him, and he fights to listen past his own shaky pants.

The coast is clear. It's now or never.

He rests his hand flat on his stomach. His fingers drum against his skin. He takes a few shaky breaths and waits for himself to move, paradoxically still as his body hums with nervous excitement.

Just... reach. That's all he has to do - reach down ever so slightly. He does this all the time. The only thing different is the setting. And the fact that you're sleeping in the other room. His nails dig in as he clenches his fist without realizing, and he gasps as he forces his hand to relax.

You would... you always kept your hand in his hair.

He reaches up with his other hand and threads his fingers through his hair, balling his fist loosely. The hand against his stomach uncurls, and his fingertips brush against the top of his dick. He shudders, and his hand tightens in his hair. 

Okay, maybe it's been longer than he thought.

He leans back against the wall, jolting slightly from the cold, and he lets himself imagine you.

He pictures your face as you came - no, as he made you come - your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes rolled up, your eyebrows pinched together, your mouth slack as his name tumbled out of it like a prayer. And oh, god, how wonderful you had sounded, breathy and whiny as you fought to get any sound out, so overwhelmed that the only thought you could summon was of him. He remembers the feel of your skin, how smooth it had been under his hands, how your thighs felt pressed against the sides of his face, the weight of your ankle on his back as you damn near suffocated him.

God, he would have let you.

His nails dig into his scalp, and his breath comes out in stifled pants as he slides his hand over his cock. He chokes back a moan as his wrist twists on the way down, and he can hear the precum drip onto the shower floor. He swears and takes a step forward, angling himself back toward the wall.

It's... fine. It's good. But something's missing.

How would you...? You always touch him so gently at first, like he's fragile and precious, and cling to him later, like you're trying to ground yourself to the very source of your light-headedness.

He takes his hand out of his hair and lets his fingernails brush against his collarbone, imagines they're your breath against his neck, or maybe a trail of kisses like the ones you always leave when you're trying to pull him away from his desk. He bucks his hips into his hand, letting his grip go loose enough that he can just barely feel it, then tightens it with every thrust, until he's holding back whimpers and the movement becomes a desperate rut.

He's not quite ready to imagine that it's you he's fucking - he's fairly sure he'd be a goner immediately based on how tight you've been around his fingers every time - but he can imagine it's your hand instead of his own. There's no spike of anxiety, no guilt, no panic like he was worried there might be; there's just a dull rush of pleasure as his eyes slide closed and his head knocks back against the shower wall.

"Shit."

He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the last of his moans, too far gone to care about the way the sound echoes, as his hips tilt forward and he comes across his fingers, most of it splattering onto his stomach. He panics when he feels it about to run off his hand, swiping his hand up his stomach to collect what's left and bringing it to his face.

He freezes, fingers still in his mouth, as he realizes what just happened.

He slides down the wall, breathing out a chuckle as he wipes his hand on his thigh, and decides he might as well shower after all.

+

You're just starting to stir when he wanders back into the bedroom with damp hair. When he slides back under the covers, you reach for him on instinct, burying your face in his chest.

"You smell nice."

"It's your soap."

"Oh. Explains why it's familiar."

"I took a shower. I hope that's okay."

"Mhm. What's mine is yours." He drapes a hand over your waist, pulling you closer. You force your eyes open, not quite awake, but not willing to go back to sleep until you ask him something. "Hey, are you- is this really okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just... something I've been thinking about, I guess." You lean back just far enough to make eye contact. "I don't know, I feel a little selfish sometimes. To be the only one..."

"You're not." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're not selfish." You're not the only one, either, he wants to admit, but the words get stuck in his throat. "Not that being selfish is always a bad thing, but... I'm having a good time, too. Don't worry." 

"Yeah?"

He wipes his hand on his thigh, and he reaches up to hold your cheek.

"Yeah."

+

Your head flops back onto the pillow as he sets your leg down, and you hear him shuffling around at the foot of the bed.

"Fuck, you're incredible." The only response you get is more shuffling, so you prop yourself up on one elbow to find him leaning over the side of the bed, reaching for something on the floor.

"Sorry. I lost your shirt." 

"Pfft. Course we did." He tosses it to you as he rights himself. You slip it over your head and scoot over so he can climb under the covers next to you.

"What about you? Next time?" Reigen thinks he'd be offended - or maybe embarrassed - if anybody else had said it, but there's no malice in your tone, not even really any hint of teasing, just a genuine desire to make sure you know what he wants. He laughs and pulls the blankets over his shoulders, ignoring the heat radiating through his body as he makes his decision.

"Maybe."

"Perfect." You lean over him to press a kiss to his cheek before laying down, shoving one arm under the pillows to get it out of the way and draping the other arm loosely across his waist. He reaches behind him to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and guiding you to lay your arm between the two of you. His lips brush against the back of your hand, and you can feel his smirk. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"So you've said." He leans across your hands to kiss your forehead. "Love you, too."

You hum and let your eyes slide closed, focusing on the way you can feel his breath across your fingers, hear his hair on the pillowcase and the sheets rustling as he settles in, smell his cheap cologne and the faint remnants of smoke.

You're on the edge of sleep when you hear him again, shifting slightly, so quiet you think you might have imagined it.

"That first night..."

"Mm?" He squeezes your hand tighter when you go to rub your eyes, so you settle for blinking a few extra times. "Which first night?"

"When we came home and you- well, shoved isn't quite the right word, but-"

"Ohh, you mean when I threw myself at you because you were so hot?"

"You throw yourself at me all the time."

"Because you're hot all the time." You look him up and down with an exaggerated wink, and he gives you a half-hearted glare. "I know what you're talking about, though. What about it?"

"You said you... had something in mind for me, and- well, I've been curious."

"I did?" You do your best to replay your memory of that night. "I guess I did, didn't I?" He hums. You can't read his expression. "Well, honestly, I didn't have anything specific I was thinking of. Or, I guess, if I did I don't remember what."

"Then..."

"I don't know, I was just going with the flow. I mean it's- you were- I panicked! I wasn't expecting to make it that far!"

"Fair enough." He shifts again, and his foot brushes against yours. "But if you had to pick something..."

"Reigen. Darling. Arataka, my love. Light of my life, my moon and my stars." He blinks at you, shifting his gaze to look past you, then at you again.

"...Huh?"

"Are you asking me to in-person sext you right now?"

"What?! N-no, I'm just-!"

"I will, if you want. I mean we practically do that-" You sling your leg over his hip to pull him closer, and something pokes you in the thigh, stopping your words in their tracks. Both of you freeze at the same time, each waiting for the other to move.

"You-"

"I-"

"You're hard."

"...Yeah."

"I'm gonna move my-"

"No!" He reaches for your waist just as you start to pull back. "Y-you can stay."

"Well, this is a new development." You're struggling to keep your voice even for his benefit, trying not to scare him away, but you sound a little breathier than you'd like.

"Um. Yeah. I'm so sorry." His fingers drum against the small of your back.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm... I don't know. It's-" His brain shuts off in self-preservation, letting his thoughts tumble out with no filter. "It's not new. Basically every time we... it's not that I don't want you to- it's just- I wasn't ready to think about it? But you're always so h- I mean, when you- I like... seeing you, so I've always- I just wasn't ready to... have to worry about me at the same time? I guess? It's-"

"Whoa, hey, okay. Okay, slow down." He snaps his mouth shut. "Lemme get this straight." He nods. "The concept of it is good, but being involved is still a little overwhelming. Is basically... what I picked out of that."

"Mm, that too, but- How do I phrase this?" His grip tightens on your side, and he stares at your neck as he attempts to gather his thoughts and feelings into something he can express. "It's... not about the action, it's about you." He echoes your words from the other day, and it's all you can do not to grab his face and drown him in kisses. "The part I enjoy is... you. So, it's not that I want you to touch me, exactly, it's that I just want..." He trails off, staring at your lips.

"Me?"

"Yeah." You slide your leg off him and shift, trying to reel in your imagination by getting comfy again, but you can still feel him against your thigh.

"How did I not notice this before now?"

"I didn't give you a chance. I just went and, uh, took care of it."

"...You did?" He hesitates as he decides how much he wants to admit, already feeling like he gave away too much. Your eyes narrow. "Wait, is that why you disappeared the other night and took a shower?" His shoulders tense when you draw air quotes around "took a shower."

"Um."

"Reigen, did you jack off in my shower?"

"W- uh."

"You did, didn't you?"

"Maybe. Look, I'm-"

"That's hot."

"...What?" The question comes out in a gasp of air. His eyes are unfocused, darting from your wide eyes to your smirk, to the wall behind you and back.

"Did you think about me?" You roll onto your stomach, propping your head up on your arms.

"...What else would I think about?"

"You wanna do it again? Jack off, I mean. Not- I mean, you can use my shower if you want, but... but you could stay."

His hand slides down toward his waistband, settling over his hip. His hips twitch almost imperceptibly, only detectable by the rustling of the blankets, and his fingertips press down to ground himself. He considers you, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling with your measured breathing.

He rolls onto his back. His thumbs push the waistband of his pants down, just far enough for his cock to spring out, and he shudders at the friction of the sheets against the tip. He wraps his hand around the base, and he lets out a low moan.

"Fuck." He glances over at you. "Sorry, sorry, don't mind me. I'll- I'll keep quiet."

"S'fine. I like hearing you talk."

"I know, but then I can't hear you."

"You want to hear me?"

"God, yes. Can I see you?" He nods and moves to sit up, leaning against the headboard as you kneel beside him to flip the covers back. His hand stutters a little, but he keeps going, and you drink in the sight of him. His hair sticks up against the headboard, and his ears are starting to tint pink, and he's biting his lip to muffle himself but it's not working, his eyebrows pulling together every time a stifled whine forces its way out between harsh pants. You trail your gaze down, lingering for a moment on his hips as you fight for composure, pointedly ignoring the way you're having to press your thighs together to distract yourself.

"God, I want that in my mouth." It's only when you notice his hand has stopped moving that you realize you were talking out loud. You rush to cover your mouth. "S- I- sorry, I didn't even think before I said that. Jesus."

"Did you..." His thumb slides along the top of his dick as he tightens his grip, and your gaze follows the beads of precum as they roll down. You swallow thickly. "Did you mean it?"

"Very. Yes. A lot." You shift awkwardly, hands resting on your thighs. He pauses to kick his pajama pants off.

"Y'know, you've talked all about the things you want me to do to you, but... not so much about what you'd do to me." He's holding eye contact now, looking at you through his eyelashes as his head tips back, and you fight the urge to look away, your desire to memorize every detail of his face much stronger than your embarrassment.

"Uh, hah, well, I-I wasn't sure what you'd like." Your face heats up, and you grab a handful of the sheets.

"Neither am I. Try me."

"It's..." You're struggling to think of anything other than how badly you want him to fuck you on the nearest surface with him holding your gaze like that.

"I've liked everything else you've said so far."

"Uh, w- um, I- I, you, oh god. Give me a second." You run a hand through your hair and finally break, looking away toward his collarbone, listening to his breathing get faster and faster. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

He squirms, hips jerking upward.

"Yes. Please."

You scoot closer, your knee bumping into his hip when you reach across him to put your hand down on the bed for balance.

"This okay?"

He cups the back of your neck and pulls you in, whining into your mouth as his thumb runs across his slit. Eventually, you pull away with a gasp, and you press your forehead to his. His hair sticks to you, coated in sweat, and you breathe out a laugh before you let yourself look down again.

"Fuck, you're pretty. So glad I get to see you like this. You look so good. If you catch me staring into space tomorrow, this is what I'm thinking about. Just so you know." His hips buck again, and he forces them back down to the bed, slowing his pace to catch his breath.

"Think you'd look even prettier with marks, though. Not that... it would be a good idea to leave any, but I can dream. Maybe on your hips? Or your thighs..." You adjust yourself so your knee presses against his thigh, and he chokes out your name.

"You know what else might be fun?" You reach around to the back of your neck to take his hand. He lets you guide his arm to his side, leaning into it to hold his hand to the bed. "Not letting you touch me."

"W-why?" 

"Well, based on this, I just think it would be fun to watch you squirm. Especially if you let me suck that perfect dick of yours and couldn't control how fast I went? I could tease you forever and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it." His eyes slide closed as he whines, long and low, and you press a kiss to his shoulder. "Ooh, although... I'd let you come on my face, if you wanted. Doesn't that sound fun? Stroking yourself just like you are now and coming on my tongue? All over my face? God, I'd want you to cover me. Do you come a lot at once, or would you have to do it a couple times, I wonder?"

"Shit, you're- you-."

"Want me to stop?"

"No."

"Good. Seems like you're close."

He manages a nod. "What else?"

"I'd love to ride you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Seems like your hips move a lot, and it would be super hot to feel you pushing up into me at the same time as me fucking your brains out." His hand twitches under your weight, still pressed to the bed, and you lean back to let him move. He just reaches for your hand again. "Plus, I know how much you love holding onto my hips."

"M'so close."

"I know, baby. You're almost there. I wanna see you come so bad." His moans are short and clipped, his head tipped back, face flushed as he speeds up and rolls his hips into his fist. "Can you do that? Can you come for me? Please, god, you look so perfect. Sound so fucking good. Fuck, please, Arataka, I wanna make you come so fucking bad, please, please, for me."

His back arches off the bed as he comes with a choked gasp, fist tight as he keeps fucking up into his hand. He catches most of it on his fingers, but some drips onto the sheets when his hips drop back down, panting and whining as he shakes from the force of it. You commit every second to memory - each of his reactions, every sound, every shiver and twitch of his hand - as you grind a hand down between your thighs, trying to keep your own arousal at bay.

His hand lands beside him with a dull thump, fingers curling to avoid getting the bed any stickier than it already is. You gently lift his wrist, supporting his arm with your other hand to bring his fingertips to your face. You press a kiss to the tip of his finger. "May I?"

He laughs, and he nods.

"What's so funny? You didn't think I was serious?" You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suck, reveling in the shiver that runs through his body.

"No, just, last time when I, um. I panicked and kinda... did the same thing." He laughs again and slides down the bed, head ending up back where it started on the pillow. You set his arm back down beside him. "I was so worried about not making a mess that I just..."

"So what you're really saying is you still won't mind if I kiss you?" You swipe your hand along what's left on the blankets, bringing your hand back to your mouth.

"Absolutely not." You run tongue up your palm and swallow before wiping your hand on the bed behind you. "I will mind if we don't wash the sheets, though."

"In the morning. For now, I'm gonna cuddle the hell out of you." 

"Works for me." You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, and finally to his lips. He sighs and leans up into you, chasing you as you sit back up.

"Do you need water or anything first?"

"No, m'fine."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." You start to protest, but his eyes are already closing, and you're pretty sure he might already be asleep by the time you make it to the kitchen and back.

"Alright." You slide back onto your side, fumbling for the edge of the sheets to pull them over your shoulders. "You really are incredibly sexy, you know?"

"Mkay."

"And you know we don't actually have to do any of that, right? I was just talking."

"Mhm." He rolls to face you. "I want to, though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Next time."

You laugh and pull him against you, pressing one last kiss to his nose as he drifts off, his hand stopped in the middle of reaching for your waist.

"Maybe next time sounds perfect."

[hugheshugs]

Can we PLEASE get pt.2 of the Matty's sister blurb????

part one

of course !! more of the 103415 trio and this one's a bit funny i hope you enjoy <3

the next day was going well, with matty and his two roommates sticking to your side no matter what. they dropped you off at your classes, hung out with you for lunch and didn't give you a second to be alone.

as much as you would have hated it before, you quite liked it now. it gave you the opportunity not to have luke on your mind, because merely the thought of him and your argument still brought tears to your eyes.

"we've got practice today?" matty muttered under his breath as he looked down at his phone.

"what?" thomas' head shot up. "holy fuck, we do!"

jacob groaned. "we're late."

"i'm not going," matty shook his head.

you sat in your seat quietly watching the ordeal go down. the boys seemed to be in distress, you knew it was a bad thing to miss practice but you also knew they'd done it before and never once had you seen them so agonized.

"i'm not going either," thomas' eyes flickered towards you for a split second.

that was when you realized..

"wait, wait, wait," you spoke quickly. "is this because of me? are you guys going to skip practice because of me?"

matty looked down at his book, thomas' gaze caught something interesting on the ceiling and jacob played with the string on his sleeve.

"you guys! you can't skip practice just because i'm a sappy loser, don't you have a game soon? practice is important, you can't miss it," you told them and they all sighed dramatically.

"we don't want to leave you alone," jacob informed.

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, hadn't noticed."

he gave you a look. "you're mean."

you stuck your tongue out at him and he did the same, making thomas hide a laugh.

"look, why don't we just bring you with us?" matty suggested. "you can sit and watch us for a bit, and when we're done we'll head back home."

you bit your lip in thought. going with them to practice would mean seeing luke, but you did want to see the other guys and you didn't want to be alone. maybe he wouldn't see you? maybe you could hide in a corner somewhere..

"um.. okay," you agreed hesitantly. "what if i see luke? or what if he sees me?"

"we won't let him walk up to you," matty replied immediately. "it's too soon."

--

"i don't wanna talk to you," you said as luke walked up to you.

"y/n, just listen to me—"

"i don't wanna hear it, luke. where's matty—" you asked yourself in realization. wasn't he the one who said they won't let him talk to you?

"you fucking yelled at me for no reason and it hasn't been long enough for you to feel as bad as i do," you told him before turning away.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, your head almost colliding with his chest. it was only now that you gazed up into his eyes and noticed how different they looked. they were red, dark and swollen, worse than yours.

"please, just hear me out," he croaked, feeling a lump forming in his throat. you stayed silent as a sign for him to continue.

"i don't know what got into me last night. we were arguing about something stupid, i lashed out on you and i regret it more than anything," he let out a breath. "the minute you ran out the door i knew i should stop you but i also knew you wouldn't have let me. i couldn't sleep knowing i hurt you so bad— goddammit, y/n i fucking cried over you."

"i only felt like i was finally able to breathe when matty called me at 3 in the morning cussing me out, screaming at me like i deserved—"

"he did that?" you cut him off.

"yeah," he nodded. "and he gave me the reality check i needed. i shouldn't have yelled at you, god, i'm so sorry y/n. please forgive me, you know me and you know i'd never treat you like that on purpose. i feel like shit for the way i made you feel, i'm so fucking sorry."

you reached up to wipe away a couple of tears that fell from his eyes, kissing both of his cheeks softly.

"that was a sweet apology," you whispered, your lips ghosting over his. "and i know it came from your heart.. so i guess i can live with it."

he chuckled at your words, eyes softening. "is that your way of saying you accept my apology?"

"mhm," you nodded, lightly pecking his lips. his hands moved down to your waist as he deepened the kiss, making you gasp. his fingers squeezed your sides, something he did to tell you he loves you, but a loud scream caused you both to pull away.

your heads turned towards the sound, seeing jacob with his mouth wide open. matty and thomas ran around the corner, their eyes widening as they took in the sight.

"i thought you said it was too soon!" thomas shouted at matty.

"why was no one watching her?" matty shot back.

"why weren't you watching her?"

"i thought one of you had her!"

"why would you assume—"

"what's going on?" luke asked you quietly.

"don't even worry about it," you said with a sigh, shaking your head and pulling him away from the scene.