#still gonna finish the week prompts up tho

[smuttyhoneyposts]

Prompt: Never take Kokichi to the back of Spencer's

AN - My impulsive thoughts won and I wrote so oop (let me know what you guys think >>)

MINORS DNI

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Taking a look at Spencer's that one time, was a mistake...

You always wanted to take a look when kokichi and you went to the mall near his base, but you never really got the chance with him. But, after a week ago you did. At first it was pretty cool, the shirts the mugs and all, but your cheeky boyfriend seemed waaaay more interested in the back of the store. And the reason...sex toys. Lots of them.

You wished you could have smacked that look off his face as you gasped in embarrassment at the sight of the big wall of vibrators to costumes. You could even remember when he grabed the lace lingerie and gave you a shit eating grin "You know I think one's suits you~". You walked out after paying leaving your boyfriend to finish up his fun, after some time he came out with his own stuff and you never spoke of it. Kokichi did tease tho, but nothing to big.

He did leave the fact that he loving bought you a pair of panties that day, And left the fact they were vibrating panties.

With leaves you to now.

"You okay Y/n? You look a little pale.." Kaito asks, his look of worry being ignored by you as you tremble abit and grip your shirt slightly from under the diner table. "Y-yep..peachy" you mumbled quietly as making raises a brow at you. The one time you wear the new pair to a meet up with these two, let alone your boyfriend siting next to you with smirk. He moves close to you and slides a arm around you waist and giggles. "Ah~ I think crackerjack is fine, probably just, hungry..right?" He gives you a look and moves his hand under the table to rub your thigh lighly.

You nod and try to shake away the vibrating sensation on your area. As your about to speak and resume a conversation with the two others you stop for a moment as the vibrators suddenly picks up and buzzes more strongly against your wet cunt. "I-..uh just..think I need to use the washroom...I'm probably j-just woozy is all haha. Don't worry." You mumbled as you get up from kokichi's grasp and wobble you way to the bathroom near the back of the restaurant.

Kokichi gives a knowing look as you walk away and fakes a slight worried look to the others two. "Ah, I'm gonna check on her, y'know just to be sure she's alright!" He explained cheeky and wanders to the bathroom as well, remote in hand he raised the remote  on max and entered the bathroom and locking it, as he stares at you shaking form with a smirk. He stands there as you let out quiet whimpers as you stare at him.

"You're an asshole..fuck~" you half moaned as he walks to you and put a hand on your jaw, that smirk still on his lips. "Aw~ you know..you look kinda pathetic right now~" he teases as you keen to his touch, the vibrator not helping one bit. He glances at your pants and chuckles as the wet spot becomes more apparent. "Wow..you must really want me if you're driping for me that much!" He spoke as his other hand goes to rub the vibrator on your pussy more.

The action makes your knees almost buckle as he stares at you moaning out a curse as you stare back at him. Your hand goes to grip his arm and giggles silently at your reaction. "kokichi..please-just fuck~" "hm? Just what?" He mumbles close to your face as you wimper again. You bite you lip as his hand slips under your pants ans moves the violent vibrator aside, his fingers press against your bud lighly and you moan again, unable to finish.

"What? You want me to..fuck you, hm? Is that it?" He mocks as he presses the bud harder and leans you more onto the tiled wall behind your shaking form. "You want me to make you into a whorish mess in this bathroom? Nehehe~Right now?" He mumbles closer to your ear. You grip harder as his fingers graze you pussy again.

"Y-yes~!" You whine and spread your shaking legs wider for him. He smiles and bites your shoulder.

"You should have just asked. But we godda hurry...don't want the others to wonder hm~?"

[bweirdart]

May i ask what makes the mandatory prompts mandatory?

the 10 mandatory days are a support structure to help everyone make it to the finish line!

i'm not sure how well it comes across, but my intention is much less "you have to do 10 WHOLE DAYS" and much more "you are allowed to skip 21 WHOLE DAYS"

i want as many ppl as possible to make it to the end of the month feeling accomplished instead of burned-out, and in the half-a-decade ive been running events on tumblr (longer if you count the events i've only run irl or in groupchats before that) this is the best structure i've found to help ppl achieve that!

too many mandatory days— too much pressure i missed a few days already... i gotta rush and catch up on them, or im gonna fail! but now im exhausted and grumpy and i wanna quit (this has happened to me)

not enough/no mandatory days— not enough structure i missed a few days already... but i can miss another one... and another one... and another one... and another one... and another... oops the month is over! (this has also happened to me)

10 mandatory days (about ⅓ of the month)— just right! i missed a day... but it was optional anyway so i can skip it! now i have a few days to take it easy and prep for the next mandatory day!

i also make sure to space the days out fairly evenly, so everyone participating the minimum amount still gets to try all the different themed weeks too!

some of the weeks are always more popular tho, so they get more mandatory days — fun and games week is easy and everyone seems to like it... so it gets 3!

and specific times of the month are where i notice a lotta ppl starting to get tired/quit events so i put less mandatory days there — week 4 is a common drop-off point so it only has 1!

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Summer Day 3 - Minecraft, But…

hello everyone!!!! it’s officially pride month which means all gay people are real again isn’t that exciting :) that’s why i’m making my comeback!! even more exciting tho, it is lee!george summer!!!! woooo!!!

if you guys don’t know, lee!george summer is an event created by @wishitweresummer !! make sure you check out this post for the prompts and this tag if you wanna see what everyone else has written for the event!!! originally i wasn’t sure if i was gonna be able to participate, because i’ve been so busy in my personal life and i didn’t know if i would be able to work out any of the days in time, BUT!!! i believe (fingers crossed) i will actually be able to get three whole fics done!!! yippee!!! so this is the first of hopefully three, this is for day 3 of the week which is ‘minecraft, but…’

shoutout to @mushiewrites for reading this as always <3 hope everyone enjoys!!

lee!george, ler!dream, semi-ler!sapnap (indirectly), 3.1k words

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“George! Holy fuck, for the love of god, I’m–“ Sapnap yelled, grabbing the headset that had been pulled half off his head by the mischievous man behind him. He heard the signature giggle, shaking his head and sighing, setting his jaw and turning back to the screen. Just as he did, he attempted to slide his headphones back on, but caught his character just as he was shot by a skeleton. Twice. “Oh, shit–!” He yelped, letting go of the crooked headset in favor of jumping back to his mouse and keyboard, killing the enemy mob and quickly sprinting away to safely eat a piece of chicken.

“You literally suck,” George teased, biting his bottom lip to hold in another laugh when he heard Dream scoff on the couch behind him. He glanced over, a proud smile on his face when Dream looked at him in fond disapproval, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say, ‘hey, you reap what you sow’– or whatever dumb thing he would say to warn George of consequences he would never listen to.

All three of them had been just hanging out in Sapnap’s office as he practiced for a Minecraft tournament he was due to play in a few days after, before George had gotten bored of sitting on the couch and scrolling through TikTok and Twitter with Dream. He has gotten antsy, constantly shifting positions, moving from resting his head on Dream’s shoulder, to looking up at the ceiling, to chilling with one of the cats as they strolled in and out, to sprawling out over the couch, to laying upside down with his head hanging off the cushions. He has played mindlessly with his phone, his fingers, some trinkets in the room, Dream’s fingers, and really anything he could to keep himself occupied.

But he was bored. And when George gets bored, George becomes a menace. And this time, his target was Sapnap.

“I do not suck,” Sapnap grumbled, only half thinking about his words as he focused more on crafting the iron in his inventory into armor.

“You do,” George leaned against the back of Sapnap’s chair. “Minecraft but Sapnap sucks,” He said, putting his hands on Sapnap’s shoulders and shaking him slightly. The action made Sapnap growl, trying to keep himself still as he finished the armor and put it on his character, instinctively going into third person mode as he swung his arm in the air and crouched a few times. The shaking made his headphones fall off again, and he stopped playing to reach up to grab them again.

“Jesus Chri–“ He mumbled under his breath, cut off when George grabbed his hat instead. “George!” He yelled, grabbing for it, but George held it up above his head, standing on his toes while Sapnap stayed seated, the distance too far for Sapnap to grab without standing up. George laughed as he struggled to reach for it, throwing his head back and clutching the hat to his chest.

“Minecraft but Sapnap is short!” George said through his laughter, and he heard Dream chuckle at the comment as well. “That’s just real life!”

“Fuck off!” He warned, standing and snatching his hat back, putting it backwards on his head and situating the headphones on top of it– straightened out now– to make it a harder target to reach. “Come on, G, I’m trying to practice, please?” Sapnap said softly, getting back to the game just as a spider was approaching him, preparing to attack. He caught it just in time, whipping around and aiming his sword at it.

“Okay, fine. Fine. I’ll stop,” George conceded, leaning over Sapnap’s chair again, this time wrapping his arms around the back and resting his cheek on the cool leather to watch his friend as he played.

“Good. Thank you,” Sapnap said, earning a hum from his friend, and the room became enveloped in a warm silence once again.

This went on for a few minutes, the three boys only breaking the silence with small comments and conversations, until the next in-game night rolled around and Sapnap was trapped in a field full of creepers and zombies. He had started off okay, able to weave between the mobs he could avoid and kill the ones he couldn’t, but his pattern was broken eventually, and he was hit with back to back punches from a zombie and an explosion from a creeper that had the all too familiar red hue covering the screen. He let out a groan, but George barked out a laugh from behind him, and he already knew he was in for an earful.

“Shut the hell up,” Sapnap said before George even spoke, but George just grabbed onto the back of his chair and pulled on it slightly.

“You literally just died to a creeper, you’re so bad,” George teased, giggling when he heard Sapnap chuckle first.

“I’m just rusty at survival!”

“But a creeper, Sapnap! You’re playing a big tournament and you’re dying to creeper explosions!”

“George, be nice,” Dream reprimanded lightly, not looking up from where Naomi had been perched next to him for a very generous amount of time, petting her little head as she purred.

“I am nice! It’s not my fault Sapnap decided to play ‘Minecraft but I die to the easiest mob in the game before i even get diamonds’,” George pulled Sapnap’s chair back further, tilting him backwards and making him squeal in shock and lean forward to level himself, the sudden noise of a dropping chair scaring Naomi back into the hallway with her brother and pseudo-sister.

“Watch it! You’re scaring my daughter!” Sapnap yelled, shoving George away, pushing him into the arm of the couch and almost making him lose his balance.

“She loves me, it’s fine,” George defended, steadying himself and resting against the arm of the couch willingly.

“Do that again and we’ll be playing ‘Minecraft but I kill George in real life’, you freak,” Sapnap teased, and they all laughed as Sapnap turned back to his screen and respawned, running towards his death point to grab all his stuff. There was a moment of brief silence, barely even ten seconds, before someone spoke again– this time being Dream.

“Wait,” He said, resting his hand on George’s arm where he stood next to him. He looked up at George, who looked down at him, and right as Sapnap collected his dropped items and ran away he looked over as well. A smug smile crossed Dream’s features, his eyes trailing from George to Sapnap, his hand sliding from George’s arm to rest softly on his back. “Oh… I have an idea.”

“An idea?” Sapnap asked, glancing between Dream and his screen as he moved into a cave to explore it.

“Yeah. You’re trying to practice, George is annoying you because he’s bored, I have a solution that will benefit all of us,” Dream explained, earning puzzled looks from both other men. His hand slid the rest of the way around George’s waist, gently tugging him to the side, making him lose footing at first before he helped steady him to stand between Dream’s own knees.

“What are you doing–“ George muttered, a slight flush on his cheeks like he always had when Dream’s fingers grazed his body so gently, but he was cut off when Dream pulled him down to rest on his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. Sapnap scoffed at the display, looking back to the game and assuming that was the end of things. George couldn’t help the nervous giggles he let out, always giddy when Dream held him in his arms that way, and he squirmed where Dream had sat him until he found a comfortable enough position. “Dream– what is this, what…”

“You wanted entertainment, so we’re gonna play a game while Sapnap plays his. We’re gonna do our own ‘Minecraft, but’, so Sap is gonna play and every time he takes damage I’m gonna tickle you.”

“What?!” Sapnap exclaimed, whipping his chair back around to face the couch.

“WHAT?!” George yelled at the same time, much louder and definitely more appalled at the idea, immediately fighting against Dream’s hold and attempting to escape.

“It’s the perfect– stop moving–“ Dream reprimanded, squeezing George tighter and making him squeak and giggle, nerves setting in already. He pushed at Dream’s arms, but Dream simply responded by wrapping his arms around George’s arms and squeezing just as tightly, laughing happily as George broke into nervous giggles and curled his legs up when he couldn’t escape the hold.

“Dreheam!”

“It’s the perfect way to have you both get what you want. But, Sapnap, you actually have to try, you’re the one who wanted to practice,” Dream reasoned, and Sapnap put his hands up in surrender. “Disconnect your headphones so we can hear any damage you take.”

“Sure! That is totally fair!” Sapnap agreed, doing exactly that, and then getting back into the game, continuing his quest for diamonds as the other two argued in the background.

“No?! It’s not! Lehet goho!” George protested, pushing against Dream’s hold as much as he could, but Dream decided to shift his position further, throwing him back onto the couch and quickly jumping to kneel above his legs. “N– AH! Noho!” George kicked out behind Dream, propping himself up on his elbows, trying to give himself some sense of control over the situation. He stared up at Dream pleadingly, silently begging him to forget the idea, but Dream simply winked at him and plopped down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. George let out a long whine, dropping into his back and hiding his face in his hands, earning a laugh from Dream.

“Okay. Game starts now. Good luck to you both,” Dream said with a single exaggerated clap, mimicking a movie slate that is used at the beginning of filming, making George scoff and roll his eyes as he watched Sapnap’s screen anyway.

“This is so stupi–“

“Oh, shit!” Sapnap exclaimed as he saw lava flowing towards him from a hole he’d dug in front of him, and the tell tale singing sound of him catching on fire filled the room as he filled the space and ran backward. Dream wasted no time, and he grabbed George’s hips and dug his thumbs into the spot above his hip bones, until Sapnap grabbed the water bucket out of his inventory and extinguished his character’s flames.

“NAHAHA!” George squealed through his laughter, smacking Dream’s hands away and being left with leftover tingles that made his hips flinch and jump even after Dream pulled away. “Sahapnahahap!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize!” Sapnap apologized, and George let out a groan that trailed off into another pathetic whine.

This was going to be a long afternoon for him.

Luckily, the rest of Sapnap’s cave journey went pretty smoothly, with only a few close calls that had George screaming at him to “run, idiot, what the hell are you doing, RUN! It’s gonna get you!” until he reached safety, and only one shot from a skeleton that earned George a hefty raspberry to the side that left him tingling. But, when Sapnap reached the surface to the sight of a blue sky and mob-free path, George let out a sigh of relief.

Well, until Sapnap ended up carelessly jumping off the top of a tree less than a minute later. Dream decided that was the perfect time to shove his fingers under George’s arms.

“AH– nohoho! Dreheheam!” George whined as he clamped his arms down, the sensation over as quickly as it started and allowing him to air out his grievances with Sapnap. He slid his fingers under George’s t-shirt gently, curling his hands around his sides and resting his thumbs in the center of George’s tummy, softly trailing over the skin there in a soothing motion. “Behe more carefuhuhul, freheak!”

“I forgot what we were doing, I’m sorry!”

“You’re an ihidiot!”

“He’s trying his best, Georgie, leave him be,” Dream defended, but all three of them knew he was only doing it to rile George up more. And, if the way he groaned and rolled his eyes wasn’t enough proof that it was working, he didn’t know what would be.

“Yeah, plus you’re distracting me with your little giggles over there!” Sapnap teased, running along the edge of the beach to look for the desert temple he had spotted from the treetops. George felt his face grow warmer, no doubt more pink than the lights Sapnap kept on for his streams, and he ran a hand through his hair before crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

“Maybehe if you dihidn’t suck so muhuch!” George threw the words angrily, pushing at the man on top of him and squirming underneath the still fingers on his tummy. Sapnap stopped and whipped his head back to look at him, jaw dropped at his audacity, before shaking his head and turning back to the computer.

“That’s it, I’m drowning,” Sapnap threatened, jumping into the water and letting his character sink under the surface. He let go of the mouse and keyboard, sitting back against his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“WHAT?!” George yelled, eyes wide, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning over to see Sapnap’s screen more clearly. To his horror, he had heard right, and he watched pixelated fish cross the monitor as the tiny bubbles on the bottom of the screen slowly popped one by one. “NO! Sapnap, STOP! Get– gehet out!” He yelled, gasping when Dream’s fingers tightened around his waist as a warning, his heart going a mile a minute in his chest. “WH– that’s– DREAM! Tell him he can’t do that!”

“I’m not sure what you mean, drowning is something that totally happens by accident all the time in Minecraft, you should know this,” Dream played up his confusion, sliding his palms up and down George’s side and smiling when he felt his skin jump and tense under his touch.

“NO! You– h-he’s doing it on purpose, and you– yohou said he couldn’t do thahahat!” George complained, his arm shaking as it held him up, the constant moving of Dream’s hands sliding over his skin making him jumpy and weak. He glanced at the screen, seeing the bubbles get closer and closer to the end.

“I don’t remember saying anything like that,” Dream said with a smirk, his far hand stopping when it was cupped perfectly around George’s ribs, on the side that was already stretched from him leaning over, the other holding his hip to offer him some comfort. George whimpered, curling in on himself, breathing heavily as he watched the third to last bubble tick away… then the second to last… and then the final bubble…

“Uh oh,” Sapnap teased, turning the rest of the way towards the couch as the first damage sound played through his speakers, smiling as Dream’s fingers sprung to life, digging harshly into George’s ribs and tickling him mercilessly.

“NAHAHAHA!” George squeezed his eyes shut and broke into loud laughter, falling back onto the couch and immediately shooting his hands down to grab at Dream’s wrists. George knew he already didn’t stand a chance against Dream’s strength on a normal day, but he was already weak and nervous and trembling, and he knew it was no use to try and pry him off. He heard the other two coo at him, and he shook his head wildly at the sound, tears forming in his eyes as he kept them shut tightly. “SHUHUT UHUHUP!”

“We can’t! You’re just too cute!” Dream teased, earning a particularly wild flinch from George when the knuckle of his middle finger pressed too hard into the bottom of his ribcage. Naturally, he decided to dig in there next, and George let out a yelp not far off from accidentally stepping on a dog’s paw.

“AH! NOHO, STOP! AHAHA, STOHOHOP, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHA–“ His loud laughter was riddled with whimpers and whines, and his entire body squirmed and flinched with every new movement of Dream’s fingers– at that rate he was convinced Sapnap’s stupid character would never even drown!

But, to his luck, the tickling finally came to a stop only a few moments later, and he managed to squint his eyes open for just long enough to see the red hue over Sapnap’s screen again.

His body went completely limp against the couch, his chest heaving as he gulped down air he desperately needed, his hands still resting on top of Dream’s wrists as he rubbed the ghost tickles out kindly.

They gave him a moment to catch his breath, before Dream pulled his hands away and tugged George’s shirt back down, swiping the spot under his eyes gently with his thumbs and rubbing a hand through his hair to fix how messy it had gotten. George giggled at the actions, blinking his eyes open slowly and seeing the other two looming over him. He whined at the attention, throwing his arms over his face and turning towards the back of the couch. Dream and Sapnap chuckled at him, and Dream scooted off him, before shuffling himself to lay down next to George.

George whined again, hiding his face further the closer Dream got, and Dream just laughed and pulled him into a hug, his hand holding the back of George’s head and playing with his hair as he hid in his chest.

“Aww, Georgie,” He soothed. “It’s okay.”

“That was so dumb,” George complained, voice muffled.

“Very. But it was fun,” Sapnap added as he laid on the L-shaped part of the couch, his head perpendicular to Dream’s as he wormed his arm between the two of them to hold George’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“Whatever,” George grumbled, but he squeezed back anyway.

“Hey,” Sapnap began, turning his head and waiting for George to look up at him as well. “Just be happy I didn’t go into the Nether.” George’s eyes widened, his jaw slack, lost for words.

“That’s true,” Dream agreed, leaning down to whisper in George’s ear. “I would’ve gone for your thighs if he had.”

George couldn’t help the whine he let out, burying his face into Dream’s neck and curling in on himself. The other two laughed at him again, and he could only whimper again, clinging onto Dream like a koala and forcing the ‘what if’ thoughts out of his head as he tried to relax into their cuddles.

After all, Sapnap still had another three days before the tournament to fit in more practice sessions.

[sealofarchives]

Oneshot scenario: Leo x GN!Reader - Late Hour Conversations

Prompt: A surprise visit from Leo when the reader couldn't make it to the lair due to pms (tone can be viewed as platonic or romantic)

Warnings: mostly towards the topic of pms (nothing too graphic though) and a slight mention of throwing up (again not too graphic)

Close to 2 am...

You just woke up from an accidental nap in attempt to get rid of the monthly menstrual headaches. Your phone was a few inches away as you winced grabbing it.

Sorry Leo, I can't make it to the lair today.

I couldn't sleep because of pms and I still have a terrible headache because of it...

The electronic screen laid out the messages you sent a few hours ago. You looked for some other video to watch while adjusting your head back onto the pillow.

The sound of a light blue portal appearing close to your bedside immediately caught your attention. As you tried to sit up while the red slider turtle almost dropped a plastic bag, slightly startled that you were still awake at this hour.

Leo cleared his throat but, still held on the bag filled with menstrual products, attempting to hide the worried look on his face.

"The store ran out on what you usually use so... Think you can manage a few days with these?"

"Its fine thanks but, you're not using this time to skip out on the night patrols?"

"Its been kind of a slow week so not much was happening. Until we all saw your message."

"When you mentioned the headache part, we didn't want to risk making it worse. Since we can get a bit rowdy and I dunno, just one turtle checking up on you seemed like the best idea."

"I'm guessing you guys were panicking when it happened to April."

Leo rolled his eyes as he made himself comfortable sitting in a nearby chair.

"I wouldn't call it panicking if we ended up getting pale faces with how Splinter explained it. At least April can make it sound like something out of a scary movie."

The turtle took notice towards a cup by your desk before looking back at you.

"I'd hate to bug you about staying hydrated at this hour but, if the headache's back, I could go grab a refill for you."

A sly smile showed up on your face as you briefly paused the video.

"When you say it like that, you're almost starting to sound like Raph."

Leo got up from the chair as he stuck out his tongue at you, taking the empty drink.

"You and Donnie always forget to eat breakfast right before Raph or Mikey wake up. Just be lucky I haven't told them about it."

The turtle returned back with the glass of water just as you readjusted yourself sitting by the edge of your bed. You briefly muttered a thanks with a remark.

"If you did, you'd be whining about missing a few hours for your well needed beauty sleep."

Leo sat beside you but, ignored the comment. Feeling his face heat up as you sipped your drink.

"You still kind of scared us when you were close to throwing up in the turtle tank. Just taking a shortcut away from reaching your favorite fast food place."

You muttered a geez under your breath, realizing it was a month ago when that happened.

"Don't remind me, I would have to be Donnie's helper for a few weeks if I ended up making a mess on his prized vehicle."

Leo lightly chuckled relaxing his shoulders as he began to stretch.

"I'm pretty sure Donnie will ease up on the workload. The fact you can keep up with his neverending tangents helps a lot. But, in case he gets a little too over his head, just get a spare beach ball-"

You lightly pinched Leo's cheek before going back to finish your drink.

"Yeah no, I can hold my ground against Donnie if he's gonna be stubborn about taking breaks."

"When he claimed, he can surpass my messed up sleep schedule by noon. Around 9 am, when I placed a pillow close to his keyboard. He was already snoring on top of it."

Leo rubbed his cheek while crossing one of his legs on to the edge of the bed.

"I guess any beach ball pranks are out of the question because..."

"I can already imagine you rushing to defend Donnie from those 'dreaded colorful spheres.'"

A light hum and smirk surfaced your face as you pretended to ignore Leo.

"If you keep bringing up it, I'll mostly spare Mikey and Raph and just aim for your face instead."

"Hey, I was kidding about that?! I wouldn't go that far to scare Donnie!"

The red slider turtle pouted as you laughed but, not loud enough to draw attention to your room.

"I know, just wanted to see if you're still keeping up to being the face man of the group~."

"Uh duh, its still part of my image. I don't need to be reminded-"

"Unless you want to keep pestering me about it~."

You playfully pushed Leo away but, grinned back at him.

"I guess I owe you a pizza since my headache hasn't come back to bite me."

"So, thanks Leo..."

Leo almost froze from the hug but, nuzzled near your shoulder because of your high body temperature.

"Are you gonna hate me if I really want pineapple toppings?"

You poked his face with your empty cup as Leo hid his head from your annoyed smile.

"I'll glare at you if you don't give me something in return..."

Leo gave a quick thumbs up before hurrying out of the door to refill your drink.

After a couple of days, both of you reached a compromise on an empty rooftop building, trading the pizza box for your favorite food. You still silently judged Leo's choice of pizza toppings.

However, he was more content that he got to see a genuine smile from you.

Bonus drawing:

I couldn’t draw the body without making it too wonky so here’s a quick sketch of a POV where you don’t notice Leo acting almost soft around you > /// <

[k4shixe]

Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

Request here ;)

[bleachbleachbleach]

8/19-8/25/2024

ToT I know I said I was hoping to finish Renji 11 this week, but I ended up not having much writing time. Of the 3.5 scenes remaining, I did not finish any scenes at all--not even the 0.5, because that 0.5 scene is exactly as difficult as I thought it was going to be.

Kensei wants something from Renji, but wants it without having to explain to Renji why he wants it, what it is, or why he wants it from Renji, specifically. Which is a tall order, exacerbated by the fact that Renji does not actually care about any of this, so has absolutely zero skin in the game re: the great Muguruma Mystery. He's narrating POV, but he has no incentive to investigate/try to pry any of this information out of Kensei!

I’ve managed to get Renji to realize that Kensei EXPECTS him to care about something, but his reaction was just “lol I don’t tho??” so I dunno that that’s the in I was hoping for, especially since I still don’t think the scene/realization actually makes much sense to begin with.

I think maybe my way out of this is finding a way to convey that Kensei doesn't know who Renji is, so is just throwing out ways of interacting with him based on various typecasts of Renji until he finds something that gets him what he wants. And Renji, at some point, Yes Ands him because it is easier than being responsible, which he's had to be altogether too much of recently.

Because god hates me, I got to have a Round 2 with gift fanworks this week, too. We had a participant who missed the deadline and wasn’t great at communication. And yes, we should have just stopped it then and gotten a pinchhitter set up right off, a month ago. But they had extenuating personal circumstances and promised they were almost done, they were gonna finish! So we kept trusting them up until we needed a pinchhit within 24 hours. 🙃

Which had to be me, because despite having a lot of pinchhit volunteers, 24 hours is a rude amount of time to ask for as a turnaround—but more importantly, our pinchhitters were either all writers or in the process of selling their parents’ house, and the prompter asked for art. (Another rules adjustment for next year is going to be requiring at least one fanfic prompt! Because the writer:artist ratio in that fandom is veryyyy writing-skewed!) So I was like, great, great, I guess it is already time to make another gift for someone, but this time in a medium I do not identify with! Even greater opportunity to make something the giftee really loves, as they always do!!!

I enjoyed the creative process (which involved modgepodge and acrylics and tearing up paper and actual halftone—so many textures!) and my take on the prompt. At the same time, I know for sure it’s not the style the giftee really wanted. Which, like, yeah, you can’t and shouldn’t expect to choose someone’s art style, unless you’re paying to commission a specific artist! But also I happen to already know that this specific person is kind of…. hahahaha, yeah. So I’ve really set myself up for success and feelgood here.

MY HEAD, IT IS IN MY HANDS

[muirmarie]

pros/cons

sponeszine it's the only one of the three that's time sensitive (may 31st babyyyy) AND spones is best beloved!! / BUT nsfw is Difficult for me and i did JUST ("just") write the nsfw enemy within one so it's kinda a lot rn lollll, even tho it's gonna be more not safe for vulcans than anything else tbh

mckirk week - i don't have a planned story WHICH means I'd just pick a prompt and write it out like I do with the dopamine gift fics instead of worrying too much about plot / BUT even though it's this next week, it's still not exactly time sensitive as i could always still write a fic after mckirk week is over if i wanted to participate

touch-starved mcspirk fic - it really SHOULDN'T take me too much to finish it (yes shut up i know that's what i always say and i also know i'm a dirty liar) / BUT i decided to change the ending to make it more distinct from a different one of my stories (yes yes yes I just keep writing the same story again and again i am AWARE lmaooo) and now i actually kind of have to Think about how it's going to work =/

i thought i could do a poll shorter than a day but it turns out i CAN'T so i will simply have to decide based on the vibes when i sit down to write tonight i guess lmaooo <3333

[wildpeachfarm]

You said you're willing to talk about writing and I know you can't contribute as much (fair, I'm an author and earlier someone asked you about pastels and I was like, well duh they like pastels look at their tumblr layouts only to keep reading asks and realized they were talking about the other kinds of pastels 😭)

But right now I just feel so excited as a writer cause I've got some really exciting plans coming up soon. With my current WIP (beloved sex worker au) I'm dabbing into very different character dynamics and really mature themes that I never let myself explore before

And either after that's done or before I finish it as a little break I'm planning on something that's gonna be really short and sweet. It'll be a nice change of pace from the sex worker au and its gonna be shorter so less thinking needed. I hesitate to call it low-effort cause it's not really, but that's probably gonna cap out between 3k-5k which is bite-sized for me as a writer to work on (I know for some writers that's pretty long and no shame to them, just for my personal averages that's very much on the short end of the spectrum)

I'm just excited to create honest 🫶

And the reception of the SW!AU has been so lovely it makes me want to write more 🥰

How about your art? Any exciting pieces on the way? A new setting you want to put them in?

I really don't know how to ask artists about their progress sorry 😅

I imagine you guys aren't all that different but for writers we can all speak in tropes and while artists can do that to, you guys also go outside the bounds of tropes a fair bit lol

(wait omg this makes me wonder if I also misinterpreted that ask as meaning the wrong type of pastels HAHA)

OOOOH this sounds so interesting I love seeing people explore new dynamics with characters and their interpretations of unique scenarios and such. Also I'm a sucker for sweet stuff too so needless to say i will be SAT for anything you post!

I've been working on art slowly but surely! I've got a few ideas on the back burner but the next two weeks are still stressful exam season for me so I haven't had a /ton/ of time to whip out drawings like i usually can haha. Hopefully soon™️ tho

oh yeah I never thought about it like that but I definitely see it! I wish the fanbase did more bigbang events with artists and writers together because I always love to see collaborations within one trope/genre/prompt/etc. because it can still be so varied :0

[thegnomelord]

Hi! I dont really know how to word this but ima try my best

I had sent a request in for the 500 follower special and im not trying to rush you or anything but i was wondering if your still writing for the requested prompts even tho the event is ended?

I love your writing sooo much, and make sure to take breaks if u need it and have a good day/night!

Don't worry anon, I'm still gonna finish up all the prompts I've gotten! I'm just not taking any new ones. ngl I didn't expect this many of ya'll to join the prompt game so it's taking me a bit of time. Hoping to finish them all in like a week or 2.

[the-heat-is-0n]

I HAVE A NEW THING GO READ IT PSPSP

So I originally was taking part in tntthinkr's QSMP Tntduo week challenge and made a q!tntduo bar AU, but it was all happening when I was moving and gearing up for school, so I only got to finish day 2 before I had to stop and do real-life things :( I'm still publishing everything tho cause it's fun and I like it peepoHappy

Read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49382311/chapters/124618351

Because it's a prompt challenge thing, it's gonna jump around for the last 3 days so it may be a little confusing? But after I finish this whole thing I'm planning to really map out the AU universe(?) and go ham with it, so look out for that if it interests you also >:) I fucking love this AU so much it's amazing it's my silly little mini project while I procrastinate on finishing INAH chapter 4 /lh

[afarcryfrommymain]

I like cult Aphid bc I like writing and drawing characters with something wrong with them™️ but the amount of prerequisites for him to join and STAY is a lot because he's got a lot wrong with him without also joining a cult, it takes some heavy fuckin lifting. So I'm just going over bullet points for this au in this post tbh.

1. Sister has to visit his home a little after he moves to Hope County, before the cult is at its worst and before he really properly starts at the sherrifs office

2. Has to meet John in a friendly setting prior to this and able to stand him enough to actually become his friend. (He absolutely cannot meet Sharky in this au until after its too late because it will become about them and its supposed to be JohnxAphid)

3. Big fight between him and Ruby which causes him to go over to Johns house and rant for 30 minutes about how he's got no one and he's sick of his family

(Alternatively Ruby dies but I really hate killing her just to make my boy sad in general and I don't like the idea of killing her until like, New Dawn time maybe and even then its like blaze of glory shit, its also more interesting for her to be alive in this au)

4. This prompts John to get him to join Edens gate, hes on the fence about joining but he's sort of considering, but like he's heard all the bs you have to do to join and isn't exactly jazzed at the idea of it. Hes also incredibly weary of a lot of religion because of his childhood n shit but let's not talk about that.

5. Aphid hops on the denial train when shit begins to hit the fan and Ruby trying to help gets into it with him again but this time its like "hey lil bro, I noticed your gay ass is about to join a cult so maybe don't?" And another fight and hes like "fuck it" and joins out of spite (dipshit)

6. Now he has to have good reason to stay in, which I'm genuinely not sure about outside of like, him and John start dating and he's like "fuck it" and leans into it. Like dating for long enough that it's at the "meet the family" kinda point.

7. He also can't be around for the first time Faith gets replaced because he could ignore it if it happens once (king of "not my business not my problem" in this au fr) but probably not twice

8. Continues to ride the denial train for a while but eventually when the reaping begins he doesn't really stay because he believes in it or whatever but because he just knows enough members of the project that he doesn't want to fight them anymore and kinda drops out of his job at the sherrifs office one day without 2 weeks notice or anything. (Point of no return for him, this point forward he can't be convinced to leave by anyone or anything)

9. Ruby will have to to take place of "main problem causer" this au (I finally let her do something woah) and the resistance generally sees her like "oh sorry your brother went crazy I think you gotta kill him tho??? Sorry"

10. Can't tell which Seeds die or if Aphid works really fucking hard to keep em around, John makes it because Aph is consistent in protecting people he loves in every au fr but they lose the bunker key in the process. Same with Jacob maybe.

11. Faith is difference bc Ruby is a bleeding heart with a savior complex and completely falls for the front she puts up and is like "but we gotta help her 🥺" but Faith does get to leave the project (sorta kinda, it's a whole thing) and survives

12. Dude idk if I can keep her from shooting Joseph and I kinda want her to fr like he starts doing his speech and she does not let him finish. Aphids busy with keeping his very pissed off boyfriend, the brother who looked like he was about to be cool with death, and the members he was able to get to safe. He doesn't even realize he straight forgot about Joseph til its too late.

13. Ruby does a broadcast about Joseph and asks Aphid one last time to come back but he's all in now and probably isnt gonna back out anytime soon. He still goes to confront her and since Aphid might as well be a raid boss theres a big show down between the two of them. They're fighting and Ruby gets really close to killing him but she hesitates because "fuck that's my brother, I raised him, I love him, this is so fucked"

14. In the minutes she hesitates the collapse comes. It's late, but it happens and Aphid just bolts to the bunker he had holed up with John in up until that point. Can't decide who Ruby's bunker buddy is. Could stick her with the Edens Gate people and have fun new issues but who knows.

That's the broad strokes though, probably won't write anything for this past a one shot or two if I feel like it but I thought it'd be fun to lay it all out like tism

[eeveleon]

family functions

super late but i luv this one :) day 4: ice cream - beach

Read here on AO3

Shikamaru fell flat on his back with a pleased sigh. The sun was shining, the sand was warm, there was a breeze gently pushing the clouds, and best of all, he could just do nothing but enjoy the peace and quiet. 

“Dad, I’m hungry.”

He sighed again, less pleased. “We have snacks in the cooler, Shikadai. Go get something.” 

The six-year-old frowned. “I don’t wanna eat that.”

“What do you want?”

Shikadai plopped down on the sand, leaning on his father’s stomach. “Me and Shinki want ice cream.”

Shikamaru peeled open an eye. “I don’t see Shinki here asking.” He pointed out.

His son sighed like the weight of the world was on his tiny shoulders. “He’s right there, Dad. I’m asking for us.” He lightly slapped his backrest. “Now can we go?”

Shikamaru’s mind jumped to the first - and best - excuse. “You have to ask Mom. I don’t want her getting mad at me for feeding you too much sugar again.” 

Shikadai pouted, but got to his feet. “You’re just making an excuse.” He complained. “But fine.”

Satisfied to have his silence again, Shikamaru resettled into the sand, letting the rush of the waves drift him off to sleep.  The nap, unfortunately, didn’t last long enough.

A shadow fell over his face, eliciting a tired groan. “Yes, wife?”

“What are you doing sleeping? We’re at the beach.” Temari scowled down at him, annoyed but not surprised. “Get up and take the boys to get some ice cream; they need to take a break from playing in the water.”

A few dozen excuses formed in his head, but none of them were worth the effort. Shikamaru slowly sat up. “Alright, alright. I’ll feed our brat some junk food.”

“Thank you.” Temari brushed the sand off his back. “And when you come back, you need to put some sunscreen on - you’re going to burn.”

But sunscreen was oily and smelly and troublesome, so Shikamaru just nodded and mentally decided to ignore that suggestion. He rummaged through their bags for his wallet, before calling to the kids. “Shikadai, Shinki. Let’s go.”

The boys - mainly Shikadai - insisted on going to practically the farthest ice cream stall from them, which meant extra walking for Shikamaru. He ambled quietly behind them, head tilted towards the sky, ears pointed towards the kids.

“I’m telling you, Shinki, once you try this ice cream, you’ll never want a fruit popsicle again.” the young Nara heir declared adamantly.

His cousin disagreed. “I’ll have you know, the mango ones are very refreshing to have after training.”

“But this ice cream is so good, you can’t have enough of it!” 

It really amused Shikamaru to see his genius son debate with his serious cousin over a matter so trivial as ice cream. Both of them often acted and behaved well beyond their respective ages of six and five, and their time spent together was short and usually packed with family obligations, so it wasn’t often that they were able to hang out as normal kids. That was why Shikamaru had had no problem when Gaara asked him and Temari to take Shinki with them, while himself and Kankuro would join them later, after finishing up their daily administrative duties.

Shikadai turned to face his father, walking backwards. “How many scoops can I have?” He asked eagerly.

“Just one.” Shikamaru frowned. “And turn back around to walk, would you? I don’t want you to fall.”

The little boy ignored the second part of his sentence and held up three fingers. “How about three?”

“One.”

“Come on, please? I won’t tell Mom.”

“One, Shikadai, turn around, you’re going to-”

“Whoa!” And just as he expected, the six-year-old’s foot slipped in the sand, causing him to trip and somehow twist as he fell towards the rough ground.

 It was only due to years of shinobi training - and parental panic - that Shikamaru was able to lunge forward and grab onto the back of his t-shirt, narrowly saving him from any troublesome scrapes and blisters. Shikamaru sighed loudly, holding his son just a couple inches in midair. Shinki clapped politely. 

“Cool, Dad.” Shikadai swung his feet lightly, skimming the sand. “I think this deserves two scoops for sure.”

His cousin nodded his head solemnly. “I agree, two seems fair.”

Shikamaru only sighed again. 

By the time they got back, Kankuro and Gaara had joined Temari under their umbrellas and were awaiting their return. The boys ran over to them with details of their frozen treat, although Shikamaru had been the one to begrudgingly finish his son’s cone. 

He trudged over to his wife, practically falling into the chair next to her. “How was the ice cream?” She asked, already teasing - they both knew their child’s habits.

“Mint.” Shikamaru groaned. “Who gets mint ice cream?”

“Maybe if you didn't smoke so much, you would still have taste buds.” Said the staunch ice cream advocate.

He grunted, muttering. “I rarely smoke...”

Just then, Kankuro butt into their conversation. “Hey, what ice cream is this?” He asked, holding up Shinki’s empty cup. “It’s good stuff.”

“They went to the big stall near the piers. Shikamaru can get you guys some, too.” Temari both explained and offered, an offer that he most certainly did not agree to.

Shikamaru shot his wife a betrayed look that she retaliated with a glare and a hit on the knee to get him to stand back up. 

“It’s good exercise.”

“I don’t want to exercise.”

Temari gave him a look that told him he was never going to win this. He thought forlornly of the nap that never was - and never could be. Shikamaru really didn't want to walk all the way back to the ice cream stand, but at the same time, if he stayed, he would probably get pulled into some other energy-consuming activity. At least he could take his time on the walk there. Not on the way back, though. His wife would kill him if he let the ice cream melt. 

With a very loud, exaggerated sigh, he got to his feet. “What flavor do you want?”

After the second trip to the ice cream stand, Shikamaru was determined not to let anything stop him from his nap. However, just seconds after he had straightened out a nice, soft towel, he felt something wet and cold hit his shoulders. “What the- Temari!”

“Didn’t I tell you to put this on earlier?” She reproached, rubbing the sunscreen down his arms. “I don’t want to hear you complaining about your sensitive skin for a week, so sit still and be quiet.”

Having no choice, Shikamaru groaned but let his wife finish her task. After she was satisfied with her work, she announced. “There, done. Now, I’ve decided which flavor I want. What do you think of strawberry?” 

He shook his head as he reluctantly got to his feet. “How many times am I going to buy ice cream today?”

“Just once more. For me.” Temari wrapped her arms around her husbands, leaning into his side. “I’ll even let you have a bite.” She fluttered her eyes not-so-innocently.

Shikamaru had to force himself to remember that there were children - and her brothers - nearby. 

He cleared his throat, acting as confident as she. “Well, if I really must.”

That was probably the fastest he walked to the ice cream stand that day. 

[barnesafterglow]

the things you do

summary: steve just can't seem to keep you quiet - no matter who might be listening

pairing: fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: modern au, lots of dirty talk, slight d/s aspects, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light spanking, gagging with fingers (but like, in a hot way), bad decisions probably, surprise ending ;)

a/n: i meant to finish to post this on the first of october but my brain said no so sorry! even tho this took me a lot longer than i anticipated, i really like it. also it might connect to another prompt for kinktober eventually (wink wink)

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“Shit,” you moaned, the feeling of the doorknob digging into your back only serving as more of a turn on for you. Steve couldn’t even wait to get through the front door before his hands were all over you. You hoped Mrs. Phillips wasn’t being nosy and looking out her peephole, otherwise she’d get a nice view of Steve pulling the front of your shirt down to leave bites along the swell of your breasts.

“Steve, we shouldn’t.”

“I don’t care.” His hand was on your throat, giving the slightest bit of pressure.

“Bucky’s home and -”

“I. Don’t. Care.” The pause between each word was punctuated with a squeeze to your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know who was in charge. Finally, you relented with a small shake of your head, and he released his hand. “Good girl.”

Steve may like to take risks, but he wasn’t stupid. You both slipped your shoes off before opening the front door, and he swept you up, throwing you over his shoulder and he made his way towards his room. 

You were scared and thrilled at the same time. You and Bucky had been broken up for over a year, but he still didn’t know you had been hooking up with his best friend for the last few weeks. It wasn’t planned, and you had never even seen Steve that way before. But he happened to be at the same bar as you and Natasha, and after one shot too many, you were making out in a dark corner. He came back to your apartment and the two of you passed out in your bed. The next morning, he fucked you in the shower, and then there was no turning back.

Once Steve had you face down on his bed - the door shut and locked - he lifted your hips up enough to push your skirt up and your underwear down. His large hands came down on your ass, spreading you open enough to let out a low moan, before one came down to land a smack.

“Steve,” you hissed, scared of how loud it echoed in the silent apartment. Steve promised you he would be quiet, because neither of you wanted Bucky to hear. You knew it would be a hard feat, considering their beds shared a wall, but you were too desperate for him to protest too much at the time.

Now, you turned over so you were facing him.

“You’re gonna have to try harder to keep quiet, Steve.” His face spread into an easy grin, happy to take the challenge. In one quick motion, he had your skirt off your legs and was sitting you up to pull your shirt off. Taking you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“No bra tonight? It’s almost like you were planning to get fucked.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, and he grazed the goosebumps that had spread across your arms.

“I’m always planning on getting fuck when I see you,” you said, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When you pulled back, your eyes fluttering as he bit your bottom lip, you realized you were completely bare to him while he was still wearing all of his clothes. You made a move to pull his shirt off, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head as he pushed you back into the mattress.

“Nuh uh,” he tsked. “If you wanna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

You knew it was mostly talk; Steve liked to tease you and say absolutely filthy things, but he always took care of you. He couldn’t fully turn off that good boy charm even when he was fucking your brains out.

Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, you wiggled until he let your arms go, and climbed back until your head rested against his pillows. His eyes followed your every move as you spread your legs, slowly sliding your hands down your body until they came to rest on your inner thighs, slowly inching closer to your core.

He stood still, taking you in until he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Deciding the teasing wasn’t worth it, he stripped - slowly, because he knew your eyes were on him, even if he wasn’t looking - until he was standing as bare as you were. Your eyes were drawn downward, biting your own lip as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, lightly stroking as he settled his knees on the bed, just in front of you.

You knew it was revenge for your own little show, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much when he looked so goddamn good.

His hands reached down to move your own, where one had been slowly circling your clit, and pushed them up your body.

“Why don’t you play with those pretty tits and let me make you feel good, huh?” It wasn’t a question. It never was with Steve - he knew your limits and would push them to the very brim before he asked for more.

Not trusting your own voice, you nod, tweaking your nipples as he lowered himself onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your thighs before pulling you closer to him. He shifted, spreading your legs as far as they would go, and spit directly on your core.

You couldn’t contain the moan that left you, and had to slap your hand over your mouth. Simultaneously, Steve slapped your clit, causing your hips to jerk up.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet. Can’t be letting Buck hear how pretty his girl moans for.”

It shouldn’t turn you on so much, the way he casually brings up you ex and his best friend, but damn if it didn’t send a hot rush through your entire body.

“That’s what I thought,” were his last words before his face was buried between your legs.

Immediately, your hands flew to his hair, trying to pull him into you, but he slapped your thigh, looking up at you expectantly.

You whimpered, hating to disappoint him, and brought your hands back to your nipples. You could see the pleased shimmer in his eyes, and he rewarded you by sinking two fingers into you. The stretch caught you by surprise, and another moan fell from your lips. In one fluid motion - almost like he was expecting it - he reached up with his other hand and shoved two fingers in your mouth.

Keeping eye contact, you closed your lips around his thick fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. When the fingers inside you crooked - hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars - you moaned despite yourself, and Steve’s other fingers pushed further in your mouth, gagging you. Keeping you quiet.

The coupled sensation was enough to push you over the edge, and the only reason you didn’t shout Steve’s name were the fingers still heavy on your tongue.

Steve took it upon himself then to pull back he rested his face on your inner thigh and watched the bliss on your face, feeling you squeeze around his finger still buried in you.

It wasn’t until you were drifting back to your body that Steve removed his fingers and crawled back up your body, placing sloppy kisses and teasing bites along the way. When his weight finally settled on top of yours, he brought one back to your mouth, tapping your lips until you opened up; you groaned as quietly as you could at the taste of yourself.

Finally, he kissed you again, filthy and sweet - the way only Steve could seem to make it - with one hand cupping your jaw and the other teasing his tip at your entrance.

“You want it, baby?” You nodded, still not trusting your voice. But that wasn’t enough. “Yeah? Then use your words.”

“Want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voicing cracking.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Fucking tease.

“Want you, Steve - fuck.” He took no time to bottom out in you, no warning and no time to adjust. He always said it made you squeeze him that much tighter.

“Fuck, Steve,” you yelped, loud. Too loud. He slapped his hand over your mouth and the both of you stilled, waiting for any sign of movement on the other side of the wall. When you both assumed the coast was clear, he started rolling his hips, just enough to grind deeper into you.

“If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to shove those pretty panties in your mouth.” He said it like a threat, like both of you wouldn’t get off on it, which he damn well knew was wrong.

You wanted to last - wanted him to last - but you couldn’t help it when he was rutting so far into you. You thought maybe one day you would get used to it, but he was so big you’d guess that nothing could ever prepare you for how well he fucked you.

He could always tell when you were close, said he’d never felt anything as tight as when your cunt squeezed around him while you were letting go, said he’d never seen eyes brighter than when you exploded for him. He sent you a look of warning, taking his hand away from your mouth just long enough to flip you over on your hands and knees.

His hand pushed your face into the mattress, ensuring your moans would be, at the very most, muffled. He quickened the speed of his thrusts, and you shattered apart around him.

“Fuck, baby. Such a good girl, coming on my cock like that.” You were clenching so tight you were worried he might not be able to move, but Steve Rogers lived to defy expectations. That included the filth he spewed, too. “Did Bucky fuck you this good, huh? I bet he didn’t.”

Something about the taboo of it all - Steve fucking you so hard you could swear you brain was broken, him being all but certain he was the best fuck of your life, all while Bucky was just a few feet away - caused you to come again.

Your second orgasm was too much for him to hold back, and he spilled into you with a shout, fucking you through it until the only sounds were your heavy breathing and your mixed releases.

He finally pulled out and, despite his best efforts to keep you stuffed full, you could feel the mess of him leak down your thigh.

You collapsed onto your stomach, hoping to at least catch your breath for a moment, but your lover had other plans.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done, sweetheart,” Steve teased before manhandling you on your back and burying his face between your thighs once more.

-

On the other side of the wall, Bucky squeezed hard around the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm, because he knew you all would be going all night.

And just like every other time - even the ones when you all thought he was gone - he stroked himself to the sound of your moans, to the sounds of the rough, messy, fantastic sex going on in the other bedroom.

The kind of sex he missed, the kind of sex he wished he could join.

Maybe one day.

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Other half | Kate Bishop x Reader

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Mom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “My family thinks we’re dating.”

Request: could I request with number 11 (tho if possible if I could have yn be nats daughter,could I swap family with mum?) With.......im gonna change it up and can I choose with Kate please? :D please and thankyou

Word count: 675

A/n: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thank you for the request I hope i did it justice. I've never wrote for reader being one of the Avengers their kids, so I hope it is okay.

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“Hey kiddo, how was your Christmas? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this year.” your mom asks over the phone. “It’s okay mom, I know work is important. My Christmas was fun, I ended up just staying home with Kate and had a Christmas movie marathon.” You reply, your mom has been a part of the Avengers for as long as you can remember, you knew that if she was busy with work, that meant she was saving lives. “If you want I can come over sometime this week to celebrate a late Christmas with you?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I actually wanted to invite you and Kate over tonight. This house has been missing some Christmas spirit this year, since I’ve been away most of the month.”

“Sounds fun. One second, let me ask Kate right away” you tell her. You ask Kate, who immediately agrees and suggests going to the store to get a Christmas tree, lights, and some decoration. Before you could reply to your mom, Kate was already out the door.

“Well mom, she’s already on her way to get Christmas stuff,” you get back to your mom, “So we’ll see you in an about an hour, okay?

Half an hour later Kate is still not back from the store, so you texted her to meet you at your mom’s place. Replied that she wouldn’t be long and that she would pick up some food too, so none of you had to leave the house tonight.

When you arrive at your mom’s place you give her a big hug. You’ve missed her. Like she said she’s been away on missions most of the month, so you didn’t get to see much of her. “So, did you leave your other half at home?” Your mom jokes.

“She’ll meet us here, probably couldn’t resist buying all the Christmas stuff the mall has to offer.” You laugh before responding. “Wait what do you mean by other half?” You say as you fully process what your mom just said.

“Oh, you know girlfriend, other half, just a different way of saying it really.” Your mom says like it’s the most casual thing ever. “But mom, Kate is not my girlfriend.” Your conversation gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Your mom get’s up to open it.

In walks Kate, Christmas tree in one hand, bags full of decoration in the other and somehow also balancing a box of pizza on her arm. “Natasha, hi! Merry late Christmas. I got some stuff to get your house more in the Christmas spirit, where do you want the tree?”

“Hi Kate, we can set it up in the corner over there. But let’s eat some pizza first, don’t want it to get cold.” Your mom says, taking the pizza box from Kate. She takes it into the kitchen to give the two of you some space.

Kate sits down next to you on the couch, “hey, what’s up? Sorry I took so long.”

“Okay so,” you start, “my mom thinks we're dating.” You look up at Kate to see her reaction, she seems to be thinking. “I meant I get why she would think that.” She responds after a bit.

“You do?” you question. “Yeah, I mean we’re best friends, we live together. We basically spend all our free time together. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out we were dating all along.” Her eyes grow big at the realisation she said that last part out loud. “Ehm, I mean I could see us together.” she tries again, “oh wow, I’m really not making this better, am I?”

You just chuckle at her rambling before leaning in to kiss her, she kisses you back instantly. You’re both too distracted to hear your mom walk back in. “Let’s go have some-“ she stops her sentence when she sees the two of you kissing on the couch. Clearing her throat before finishing her sentence, “Pizza.”

You both turn to her with blushing cheeks. “Not dating, huh?”

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[chaoslynx]

22. "Boom! That's a victory in my book!" and MY MAN SHORTER LETS GOOOO

no pressure tho

"Boom! That's a victory in my book!" Shorter cheers.

Ash already has his head in his hands. "Shorter."

"That's my name, yes."

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Solved your problem, that's what! You're welcome."

"Shorter."

"Still my name."

"You just caused so many more problems."

"That's what you think. I, on the other hand, happen to know that Eiji likes you back."

"You can't know that!" Ash cries, tearing his hands away from his face. "And even if you did, you told him in the worst possible way! Do you even realize that?"

Ash's phone vibrates, and both Shorter and Ash snap their heads down to look at the lit screen, displaying a locked text message from one Eiji Okumura.

"... Fuck," Ash breathes.

"Well, check it!" Shorter prompts. "What'd he say?"

"I don't want to look at your stupid fucking text again!" Ash says, picking up his phone anyway. He opens the chat with Eiji, confronted first by the text Shorter sent only minutes ago:

[Ash Lynx:] Hey hot stuff. So when are we gonna stop ignoring this thing between us and get to it?

But then, below that:

[Eiji Okumura:] Shorter, stop teasing. This is not funny.

Ash groans. "See? Look what you fucking did. He knew it was you." Ash holds the phone out to Shorter so he can see the most recent text.

Shorter reads the text on the screen. For, like, a solid minute.

"Look, I know you're fucking stupid, but it can't take that long to read seven words," Ash says, pulling the phone away.

"Check again, buddy," Shorter says, shit eating grin on his dumb face.

Even so, Ash relents, glancing at his screen.

There's another text from Eiji.

[Eiji Okumura:] Ash, I'm so sorry. I hope this didn't make you uncomfortable. Please know that I don't want anything from you that you are not happy to give me, regardless of how I might feel. You, your comfort, and your happiness are always my priority. No matter what Shorter told you, I'm happy with how things are between us now. You're my friend above all else, and I don't want that to change because my heart got a little ahead of itself. Please forgive me.

"What the fuck," Ash whispers.

"What's it say? I didn't finish reading."

"Holy motherfucking shit."

"What is it?" Shorter asks, leaning forward. "Come on, man, you know you can trust me."

"I think he likes me."

Shorter laughs. "Oh, yeah. I know. I've been telling you that for weeks."

"No, Shorter—you don't understand. I think he likes me."

"Uh ... yeah. That's what I said."

"Shorter."

"That still is my name, yep."

"Eiji likes me?"

"Dude."

"Like—he—?"

"Ash. Buddy. My guy. My good bitch. Text him the fuck back."

"What do I say?" Ash pleads, suddenly frantic as it sets in. "What if I misinterpreted it?"

"Your reading comprehension is, like, insanely good beyond belief. I'm sure you read it right. Plus, I already know he likes you."

"But Shorter—"

"Ash."

"What do I do?"

"Explain to him that you like him back."

"And then what?"

"Happily ever after, I guess? Don't ask me and my aromantic ass."

"He likes me," Ash breathes again, typing a reply with shaky fingers. "Holy shit. He likes me."

[Ash Lynx:] This is Ash. I'm sorry, too. That was Shorter earlier. But I actually do feel very strong affection and affinity toward you. If this is an inclination you share, I would like to escalate things between us on a romantic level.

[Eiji Okumura:] Can you rephrase that? I think I'm hearing what I want to hear.

[Ash Lynx:] I think I'm in love with you.

[Eiji Okumura:] Oh! I'm in love with you too! Do you want to go out with me?

[Ash Lynx:] Yes.

"Huh," Ash mumbles. "You were right."

"I knew I was," Shorter says, that same grin on his face.

"You'll be my best man at our wedding."

"I fucking better be best man to both of you after having to put up with your pining this whole fucking time. Alloromantics are the worst."

"As an alloromantic, I agree."

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