#stop calling her a fucking liar bc it’s not her only purse that’s not the conversation we’re having

[pleaseget-out]

Can you imagine, you just woke up(suicidal) and have to go open at your (shitty) job, you get there and your coworker comes in with her two kids (3/7) and her husband. Her two kids start talking to you at the same time about different things, your head is already spinning, then their dad comes up and is like “omg watch this video, check this out” 5 different times as his children are also fighting for your attention, your coworker is on the far side of the shop on her phone.

The door is now open, customers are coming in. You’re trying to help them as there are children running around and screaming while their parents yell at them. It’s 10am in a smoke shop.

[lemonlushff-iy]

Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all. 

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia​ for kink help and @clearwillow​ for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow​ for @eringobroke​ - used and edited with permission. 

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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[rogue-barnes-16]

HOLD STILL

Summary: While in a dangerous mission, the comms stop working, which makes Natasha unable to contact her teammate when she got injured.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff-ish

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Warnings: language, wounds

A/N: this is number five, the number of the drafts you picked in third place. Basically, this author note is for telling you that I got the idea from this post, and that if you guys want me to do more wlw fics, let me know in a comment. I'm not really asking for requests bc I got a fair amount waiting for me to write them, but you can write down a pairing you want me to write about. Love you guys <3.

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I burst into the safe house we had agreed on meeting in, just in case shit went south and we had no choice but split up.

Damn our luck, that's exactly what happened.

When I thought the situation couldn't get worse, it did, because no matter how hard I tried for my comm to work, it wouldn't cooperate.

Maybe it wasn't my comm, maybe it was Natasha's. Maybe she was just out of range, taking the long way. Either ways, I had no way to make sure she was okay.

I reassured myself repeating in my head that it was Natasha Romanoff who I was talking about, it was the Black Widow. She was a skilled spy and assassin, she was a perfect liar.

She was okay.

She had to be okay.

I sat in the only bed inside the cabin, the top of my tactic gear off, with my gun besides me. I was waiting for Nat to cross that door in front of me, because I knew she was alright, but I needed to see it.

Thousands of dark thoughts invaded my mind, taking the place of the hopes I had been having for a few minutes already, really dark thoughts.

Because I had left without her, and if something happened to her, it was on me, because I had left her.

And if something had happened to her, if something had happened to Natasha, then I would lose my mind, because even if I refused to say it, even if I refused to talk about it with anyone, she had, at some point, became the light I didn't know I needed.

No, nothing happened to her, that wouldn't be fair, not after all she went through, not after all I went through.

It was just not fair, and that's the reason I realized something had happened to her. No one was fair for us.

My awful, depressing train of thought was broken by the sound of rushed steps towards the safe house's door. I stood up, grabbed my gun, and took a step forward waiting for whoever it was.

The door flung open to let my eyes see the redhead I had been thinking about. The redhead that was now pressing the side of her abdomen, leaning against the door frame.

She let out a shaky sigh of relief once had glanced at me, and muttered a quiet 'you're okay' with her eyes shut.

The hand that had been aiming the gun at the door fell limply to my side after I processed it was her. It took me a hot second to acknowledge the reason for her position.

"Nat..."

"Yeah..." she mumbled, pressing the wound harder before attempting to step in my direction, which was a pretty bad idea since, if I hadn't had good reflexes, she would have fallen. "fuck!"

"I got you" I whispered, passing her arm over my shoulders to help her get to the bed. "can you take off your suit?" she nodded with her eyes closed "okay, I'll go to see what's on the first aid kit."

"you got hurt?" she asked from the bed, her voice sounding strained due to the pain the wound was causing her.

"No, I'm just fine" I dismissively replied, not really lying. A few bad bruises couldn't be compared to what had happened to her.

I came back to the bed with the supplies I could find to take care of her wound, and she had upper half of her catsuit off, which left her in her black bra.

I looked away as fast as I could.

"okay, let's fix this." I kneeled before her to have a clear view of the wound, which, to my surprise, was caused by a knife and not by a gun.

"how does it look?" she asked, struggling not to press her hand against it. When she seemed like giving in, I took one of my hands to her wrist to hold it away from the wound. "be honest."

"It... doesn't look good." I confessed, letting go of her hand to reach for a cloth I had wet to clean around the wound. "but it doesn't look that bad I promise."

"I believe you." she replied, shifting her position slightly for me to have a better access to the wound.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out, not daring to look up at her, since I knew she was already looking at me. "should've waited for you."

"I'm glad you left." her answer was confusing at the same time as reassuring. "You're safe and that's all that matters."

I stopped moving the moment those last words left her mouth.

She noticed.

"you got the intel." she clarified. "that's all that matters." I nodded, somehow disappointed at her explanation.

"Good news" I announced, passing the wet cloth over her wound as gently and slowly as I could. "It almost stopped bleeding by itself." she whispered an 'okay'.

"did you find something to clean the wound?" I looked up at her with warnings eyes before reaching for a bottle of alcohol I had fought under the first aid kit. "oh boy. This is going to hurt."

I didn't even bother on trying to deny it, because it was just so obvious. "just take a deep breath and tell me if it's too much." she replied with a couple of quick nods, already tensed and waiting for the cloth now soaked in alcohol to reach her skin.

Her breath hitched the moment the the alcohol made contact with her wound, and even though she tried not to move, she ended up trying to move away involuntarily.

I rapidly retreated the cloth and lifted my gaze to check on her.

Natasha's green eyes stayed shut for a second, while she took a deep, shaky breath. "Nat?"

"I'm okay." she whispered, gripping the bedsheets. "keep going, I'm fine." the redhead assured me, with her eyes now open.

I pursed my lips in a thin line, my eyebrows frowned with worry. "alright... I'll try to be quick. Why don't you try to lay down?" she gave me a brief nod and I helped her recline on the matress in a way that she still was able to make eye contact with me. "just... Hold still."

Her hand was right besides mine, and I tried to focus on the wound instead of looking at the strength with which she fisted the sheets, her muscles tensed.

The cloth came back to the wound, and this time, I didn't stop when I heard Natasha's breath hitched, nor when ragged pants started to leave her lips against her will.

No, I didn't stop, just because I didn't want her to keep hurting for long, and in order to accomplish that I had to finish quick.

Only when her fingers wrapped around my wrist to pull it away from her wound, only when she sat up way too fast, I stopped.

"wait, please." she blurted out, with her limbs shaking.

"I'm sorry." I whispered apologetically. "I really gotta finish. Just hold still for a second okay?" She nodded again, taking a deep breath after muttering a 'fuck'. "Lay down, baby."

Oh gosh.

I had not just called Natasha Romanoff baby.

I had not just pet named the woman I loved.

We stayed there in silence for an instant too long for my liking, in which Natasha's pupils dug into mines and her hand fell from my wrist as if she was scared of what I could have meant.

But her fear almost looked like hope.

"I- Y/n-"

"Natasha" I called her name with my cheeks burning, returning my attention to the wound, which looked way better already. "Lay down"

She complied in silence, and this time her eyes were fixed on the ceiling instead of in me.

I tried to forget what had just happened, for me, and for her, and I finished cleaning the wound and proceeded to patch it up.

At first I didn't notice, but Natasha's long, thin fingers, slowly approached my hand until they were lazily intertwined with mines.

I tried to ignore it at first, but I couldn't help but to hold her hand.

"I need you to sit up for a second."

I turned around to grab the bandages and came back to my original position, just to see her already sat.

Without a single word, I kneeled on the bed and made her lift her arms for me to bandage her wound. "okay" I spoke with my hands behind her, passing the bandage from her back to her front. "you can put them down again."

Both of her hands landed on my cheeks, and I saw that fear which had been in her eyes just a couple of seconds ago, that same fear that almost looked like hope.

"Y/n" the way she whispered my name made my cheeks blush and my heart to pound against my chest.

"Nat" licking her lips, she passed her thumbs over my jaw. "think about it." I warned her, looking for any kind of hesitancy hidden somewhere in her gaze.

She quickly shook her head no. "not this time."

"Natasha—"

Her lips ghosted over mines, not really kissing them.

She was waiting for me to agree on this.

I closed the gap, taking my hand to the back of her neck while our lips danced against one another's.

Her hands left my cheeks to travel to my chest, briefly massaging my breasts and making me pant before going for the hem of the tank top, lifting it in an attempt to get it off me.

My the hand that had been on her neck as an extra support for her traveled up to her red waves, tangling it's fingers with them before giving her a gentle tug that teared a muffled moan out of her.

I didn't quite know which movement was, but it made her gasp quite loud, due to the pain that it had triggered.

It was then that I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. "can't do this right now. You gotta rest."

Her pupils, now blown, observed me for a second, thinking if my order was the best option.

"Natasha."

"No"

"No what?"

She chewed her lower lip, hesitant about her answer. "nothing."

While I helped her lay down, I realized what she had meant with 'no'.

I pulled away from her face a few strands of her before pecking her lips. "rest baby."

Her hand pulled me to the bed with her and, as soon as I lay down, she gave me a sweet kiss.

[cheswirls]

hey @fucklovingmeme what a coincidence. I edited my queue bc this was scheduled for later bc. wow. i was your secret santa. how about that.

anyway,, we seem to have so many hcs in common, so i loved writing this. i hope the rest of your year is good !

-

The “good feeling” he had about this play was about to pay off in the sweetest way.

He could read these first years like a book.

Dropping the hand with three raised fingers, Kouki eyed the attempting point guard in front of him, slightly leaning off to the left, in turn making the kid balance on his right. He glanced up to see Kagami blocking off the last one and veered right, slipping past the first year and, with the rest of them all guarded by their seniors, went right for an easy layup.

He dropped back to the court, the frustrated groans of the newbies making him smile slightly. Kawahara came and knocked his shoulder, sporting his own proud grin, and the second years on the sidelines let out a few catcalls at the hopeless expressions now on the faces of their newest recruits.

A sharp whistle sounded the end of the play. Another two after ended practice itself.

Kouki looked over to see the whistle drop back onto Riko’s chest, one hand on her hip and the other clutching her clipboard. “Fine, fine,” she called. “Clearly I won’t see anything today, since some people-” she pointedly looked at Kouki and Kuroko, who had wandered up next to him, “-like to show off. We’re done for the day. Go change.”

Kuroko curls a palm around Kouki’s shoulder, his own small smile embedded on his lips. “Great play there, captain,” he muttered before wandering over to where Riko was still muttering, the second years around her beginning to disperse.

“Seriously, how to you lose one-oh-seven to forty-nine? Forty-nine! And we went almost an hour over today, which cuts into my time and ugh I do not get paid enough for this-”

“Sorry about that, coach,” Kouki called out, coming to a stop a couple feet away. Riko looked up at him and pierced him with her third true glare of the day. It’d been a long day.

“You are too much, Furi,” she told him, quite bluntly. “What the hell was that last move? I didn’t teach you that. It was perfect, too. What the hell.”

“Slide,” Kuroko told her, joining them. “It’s something new we’ve been working on.”

Riko drops her clipboard to the ground with a clang and doesn’t hesitate to squeeze Kuroko’s head between both her hands, bringing a pained expression to his face and muttered stutterings of pain. “You. Why do I even bother? It’s a weekend and my midterms are coming up, and here I am apparently useless because you coach yourselves.” She sighed then, letting her arms drop. “Not that I don’t love it. Just. We just let these first years join. I have to see what they’re capable of, y’know? You gotta give them a chance.”

“We let them have half,” Kouki muttered, then froze. A mistake.

She jabbed her pointer finger against his chest, making him flinch back. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

“At least they all seem to be normal,” a new voice called. “You don’t have to deal with any idiots this term.”

Kuroko immediately cracked up into an open palm, muffling his laughter. Kouki’s face screwed up as he watched Riko’s eyes meet Kagami’s as he wandered over.

“No. There are idiots.” She shrugged. “I’m talking to one of them.”

Kagami threw his hands up, trying to speak and failing. Harsh. Still, Kouki collapsed into giggles himself, which earned him a glare from the redhead. Well. He kinda fell into that one.

“Um, Coach Aida?”

She tipped her head, angling towards, well well, one of the first years who had wandered up. “Yes?”

“I was just wondering, well, is it true Seirin doesn’t aim for Interhigh like Fukuda was saying?”

“Hmmm.” She pursed her lips, thinking. “Yes, I suppose it is. We still try, but uh, until next season, there isn’t much of a point. They have too much of a trump over us.”

“Unless Daiki gets injured,” Kuroko muttered. Still, it’s loud enough to be an interjection, and the first year squeals and moves a few steps back, almost falling to the floor.

Immediately, Riko turns on him. “Kuroko! What have I said about scaring people?”

He raised his hands. “In my defense, some things never change.”

Kagami rolled his eyes in the background. “More like some things never improve with time.”

“Whatever.” She turned back to the kid. “In short, we fucked up a couple years ago, so our overall chances of victory over them, and entry into the interhigh competition, is very, very slim. Doesn’t mean we don’t try with all our might, but if anyone tells you not to get your hopes up, they’re doing you a favor. I think Shuutoku’s supposed to have the highest chance this year, actually.”

The first year nodded, stunned.

“Language, Riko,” Kouki hissed, eyeing her warily.

“We can’t afford to have our coach fired,” Kuroko said, voice monotone, like he honestly didn’t care. He did, but. Still.

She spun around then, slamming a foot down onto her clipboard still on the ground, and oh, yep, there’s the fourth glare of the very long weekend practice day. Right there. There it was.

“Hurry up and change,” she seethed. “I want to leave. Badly. Desperately. Please.”

That did the trick. The remaining members made their way to the locker room, leaving her to inspect the damage to the wooden clipboard.  

-

Kouki didn’t understand how it could be only October in Tokyo and yet be cold. But there he was, on the doorstep of his house, jangling his key in the lock and watching his breath appear from his mouth like fog.

When he finally gets the stupid thing to go in, he breathes out a big sigh of relief, pushing the door open and eternally grateful for the warm air he’s met with. “I’m hom-Uh . .”

He pauses in the entryway, long enough for Akashi to look up from his phone, swinging his head back behind him and meeting the other’s eyes.

He closes the door, suddenly suspicious, and kicks off his shoes. In turn, Akashi picks himself up off the couch and pockets his phone.

“Hi,” he says, a little sheepish.

Kouki stands there for another moment, calculating just how much later he got off of practice that he was supposed to, and then sighs in defeat, figuring he owed his boyfriend for waiting than getting on to him for making an impromptu trip. He wandered over into warm arms, humming in a soft greeting. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d pay you a visit.” He returned the hug, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“A while.”

That was a different voice.

They broke apart and Kouki saw his mother in the archway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall. “Seriously Kouki, what took so long?”

“Um.” He blinked. “First year testing. Sort of.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. But it’s too late for Akashi to take a train home now, he’ll have to stay the night.”

“Uh,” Akashi began beside him, brows furrowing. Kouki already knew where this was going. One, he didn’t want to impose. Two, the trains were clearly still running, and would be for some time. He still hadn’t quite embraced the niceties of social engagements, such as this, his mother being concerned with him leaving while it was dark. So, like any good person, he took care of it.

“That’s okay. Thanks, mom,” he interrupted, giving his boyfriend a pointed look. That shut him up, and also made his mother wander back into the kitchen with a nod of her head. She called that dinner was almost ready, and Kouki led the other up to his room. He didn’t shower at school, so he at least needed to change beforehand.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Akashi muttered, trudging behind him, letting his hand be held out in front of him.

“There are some things she just won’t let you get away with,” he retorted. “I just made your impending loss of an argument come sooner, saving us all time.”

Akashi winced. “Harsh.”

Kouki ushered him inside and closed the door with his foot, letting out another -how many times was that this evening?- sigh as he stripped his shirt and edged over to his closet to grab a clean one. “Sei, what’s the point of this visit?”

“There uh, well . .” Akashi slumped his shoulders. “There isn’t. Not really.”

“Hmm.” Well, he couldn’t help that. He said as much aloud. “Okay, it’s good. Nothing we can do now. You’re kinda stuck here.” At the silence, Kouki turned to peer at him. “Not that I’m not happy. I missed you.”

Akashi’s bottom lip pursed. “Yeah. I missed you too. That’s why I’m here.”

“Aww.” He wandered closer, looping his arms around Sei’s neck. “You’re such a sap. Hey- is that my sweater?”

The soft smile on Akashi’s face froze. “Um. Yes. That’s why I came -to return it.”

“Liar.” Kouki sniffed. “It’s okay, you’ll probably leave with another.”

“Well, if I have permission-”

“You don’t-”

“Okay okay,” he laughed. “Sorry.”

He scrunched his nose. “It even looks better on you than it does me. How is that fair?”

A blush decorates Akashi’s cheeks. He’s suddenly aware Kouki’s arms are still around him. “T-Thank you.”

“Oh? That’s unusual.” Kouki smiles. “For you to stutter.”

“Well-” Akashi’s protests die as he gets kissed on the nose, softly. He feels an impending breath leave, and his eyes widen, slightly.

It comes back as a voice yells at them from down the stairs.

Kouki’s lids lower in exasperation, and he separates from Akashi. “Oh well. Come on.”

As they depart for the kitchen, he couldn’t help but send a silent, mental word of thanks to Riko for letting them have the day off tomorrow.

[jwut]

why am I like this why am I like this 

why do I constantly give and give and give to people who just take and take and take and just call me horrible things and say horrible things to and about me and then go even further and lie to try to make me look worse?? I don’t understand. I woke up yesterday to the sound of my sister and her best friend yelling and arguing and then I heard my sister running and then a loud crash and then she started screaming and I immediately jumped up went to the stairs, saw her screaming in pain on the stairs and immediately jumped into action got pillows for her, her foot/ankle, got ice packs, got blankets bc she started getting cold, got water, loaded a bowl even offered one of my personal emergency cigarettes and also even offered her my emergency oxy which i changed my mind and kept bc i gave her 2 of my xans and she took a bunch of her own and other stuff I don’t even know and then was asking me to ask my dad if she could have one of his lortabs like really anyway and this was my one day off by the way, and I had already agreed to take her to her tax appointment and this happened so of course i have to help her do everything get up the stairs go to the bathroom change and the whole time im helping her scrambling to make preparations to get her into my car and stuff and shes taking selfies and posting on snapchat the whole time like dude we’re already late for your tax appointment this is the last day and then after I have to take you to the hospital anyway so like wtf  anyway finally after she calls and reschedules her tax appointment for an hour later and we finally go, everyone is so nice and caring and helpful and shes just rude to everyone and always has an attitude and is just so short and rude and loud to them and ugh anyway after that’s finally  done after an hour and I have no gas in my truck okay and I’ve literally already been catering to her every need and shes like “can you google places that take walk ins that don’t have insurance like where am I supposed to go” my sister just turned 28. She’s five years older than me. And she’s asking me where is she supposed to go that is cheap and will take her without insurance. While I’m already driving her and she’s in the passenger seat. like. so I tell her I have no idea she has to figure it out herself dude I’ve never even broken a bone okay anyway we go to UMC or whatever and like that whole thing itself is another story of me having to be her fucking mother and do everything for her and then she’s telling me she wants me to drive 30 minutes to Northtown okay, not the best area, go to her random friend’s house, some guy I’ve never even heard her mention before, to get painkillers and crutches for her. Unbelievable. Anyway after a million years of waiting she’s seen by the doctor and everything and we’re leaving and I still have no gas okay and they gave her a prescription so we had to go fill it and she only goes to the walmart pharmacy or whatever okay cool I ask, “when do they close?” so that I can see if I have time to get gas or if I just have to go straight to the pharmacy and she doesn’t say anything so I look it up, they close at 9 okay I start driving to walmart and she freaks out bc she was trying to call the other pharmacy to see if they could transfer something I don’t even know okay and idk literally she just always has a bad attitude and whenever she has to do anything herself or something doesn’t go how she wants, she just gets upset and awful and just horrible to even be around like i’ve been helping her all goddamn day it’s 8:30 at night dude I haven’t eaten all day, didn’t get to do my laundry or chores that I wanted to do on my day off and she always has to make a big scene so that other people think I’m so horrible to her fuck anyway she was rude to the walmart people she was in there for almost an hour, didn’t get her script, I have to go in and help her go to the bathroom and all this stuff all this stuff whatever she’s rude the whole time and expects me to stop and get her cigarettes and all this other stuff anyway finally after I had already cried and called my mom and told her I’m bringing Britt home and not helping her anymore I can’t do it, we’re on the way home and idk we saw this horrible accident happen like we saw the whole thing it was rpetty intense and actually really crazy but she’s in full on horrible bitch mode so shes like oh too bad that wasn’t me too bad I didn’t die idk so of course we’re arguing while I’m driving us home okay we’re so close to home dude and we’re just screaming at each other okay to the point where I can’t even scream because my voice just comes out raspy I can’t go that high okay anyway and we come to a red light and she gets out of the car she has a splint on her foot okay and she starts making a huge fucking scene close to our neighborhood in the middle of the goddamn street she stands out there trying to get hit by a car people start coming out of their apartments to try to help her of course I look like the bad guy because she’s like, “I BROKE MY FOOT AND MY SISTER REFUSES TO TAKE ME HOME REFUSES” screaming telling everyone that I punched her (I’m like a third of her size first of all, second, we were arguing my arms were moving and I slapped her arm lmao) anyway whatever I’m the bad guy I finally get crazy bitch back in my car (100% regret not just leaving her in the middle of the road so she can see what a fucking dumbass she is) anyway still screaming the whole time of course, I pull up into the driveway and I’m like dude get out of my fucking car and don’t ever fucking talk to me again and she got out but she wouldn’t get her stuff out so I tossed her purse out it’s fucking huge and heavy and i’m in the driver’s seat I can barely even toss it lol anyway I toss her shoe out throw it and she fucking leans in the car and tries to punch me in the face but she has shit aim I guess and missed and hit my shoulder/neck and she really hits like a bitch I didn’t even feel it my blood was pumping so my car is still on because I’m a dumbass but I’m just like fuck this I’m getting my mom to get her out of the car so I start going in and I turn and see her reach in my truck and get the keys from the ignition so I go in the house and say mom she has my keys she’s taking my truck she’s going to fuck it up and I go back outside and she threw them and I heard them land somewhere and so I go back over idk it’s kind of muddled idk maybe after she punched me was when I got out and like idk but like I was fucking done dude I was livid and she was getting in my face and I pushed her a few times and she got real in my face so I shoved her by the throat and like she was like oh you’re gonna choke me now like nah dude I’m just trying not to punch you in the fucking face anyway then she goes where’s my knife so I stand there and I’m like hell yeah get your knife you’re going  to stab me? and she’s like yep and she fucking takes it out and I start walking toward her like yeah dude fucking stab me PLEASE and my mom comes out and is like are you fucking serious I have to live here blah blah bc we’re loud as fuck making a scene in front of our house okay oh I forgot to mention before my mom came out and my sister was like yeah when you go to your room give me back that grinder I gave you and I was like you never gave me a grinder I’ve always had my own and she was like um no I gave you one and when you go up there and find it you better fucking apologize (I left out a loooooot of dialogue of her saying stupid horrible shit about how I’m selfish and need to respect her bc she’s older and all this like nah dude respect given is respect fucking earned and you’ve treated me like shit my whole goddamn life anyway) and she’s like yeah I gave you a grinder I don’t fucking lie I never lie blah blah anyway back to when my mom comes out trying to diffuse the situation, my sister immediately says, “MOM SHE CHOKED ME TO DEATH SHE CHOKED ME SHE BROKE MY FOOT TODAY” she literally said I broke her foot after I spent 10 hours catering to her every fucking need okay. Anyway she cut my aux cord in my truck, the only thing that brings me daily joy, being able to listen to my music, it’s an old truck I had a cassette tape aux cord thing and idk I ended up bleeding on my arm probably from her disgusting ugly ass huge fake nails I didn’t even know until after and like anyway I go upstairs, find the SCALE she gave me bc she said she didn’t need it (it was janky as fuck anyway and I had already gotten a new one from my friend) and I put it in front of her door and I hear her trying to come up the stairs and I was like I put the scale in front of your door and she was like “OH THE ONE YOU SAID YOU DIDNT HAVE YOU FUCKING LIAR” and I was like no you said GRINDER and it was a scale you fucking idiot and shes like oh i’m a stupid fucking idiot huh blah blah blah I was like no apology needed just don’t ever talk to me again and like I locked my bedroom door and went to go get gas and she texts me “YOU STOLE MY RED BAG MY RED BAG WAS IN THE TRUCK AND YOU STOLE IT IT HAS MY PIPE MEDICINE AND MEDICATION!!!!!!! (she doesn’t take medication she doesn’t even have insurance she has drugs yeah but she already had those on her and her pipe was in her room anyway) AND IT’S NOT IN MY ROOM IT’S NOT IN MY PURSE IT’S NOT IN MY POCKET IT’S NOT IN THE HALLWAY IT’S NOT OUTSDIDE i RANSACKED EVERYWHERE YOU HAVE IT IN YOUR TRUCK THAT’S THE ONLY ANSWER I NEED IT. and I replied, “Nope it’s on the table downstairs where you left it before we left earlier today like I told you, earlier today. No apology needed again. Don’t ever talk to me.” 

and she was gone I was gone my friend picked me up and let me cry and vent while we smoked and she texted me yup same and then she was typing still so I blocked her and later after my night had already gotten so much better (I got drunk, went bowling, had steak and eggs with one of the coolest fucking people I know okay) and then later I got a text from my mom that she forwarded to me which was originally from my sister, which was telling my mom a bunch of bullshit to make me sound/look bad about me sneaking -people into the house and all this stuff and I was just like wow yeah okay I was like how would I even do that you have cameras everywhere? Like I remember Britt telling me she had her friend Cy over to the house and I was pissed bc she let him be around Link and I don’t know/like that guy? but it’s whatever so yeah my sister broke her foot yesterday and I helped her all day and that’s the appreciation she shows/has :) no more. 

I’m still always going to be a giving caring person, I swear to god I wish I wouldn’t, but I can’t help it, but I’m not giving any time to people that try to make me feel bad when I’ve never done anything but try to fucking help them. Already spent almost two years with someone like that and I’m finally recovering from it and I get hit with this lmao. Doesn’t matter who it is, next time, I‘m just going to leave them in the middle of the road. The people who know me well, always see the truth and who I really am and they’ve seen my ugly side too but they know that I’m not a bad person and I only get ugly and mean when I’m provoked. Literally I wish yesterday didn’t happen lol bc I don’t like acting like that, I never get like that she is literally the only person that gets that reaction out of me and it’s only happened maybe twice? Alec was the only other person who ever provoked like a smaller degree of that kind of reaction from me. I don’t like being that person and I don’t like people that force me and push me to be that person. People think they can keep pushing me and pushing me and I won’t push back but I do have a breaking point and when I reach it, it’s not good for those that push me. I’m not very intimidating and when it comes down to it, it’s my advantage when it gets to that point. I was always scared to get into a real fight with my sister but honestly I have 100% faith now that I could kick her ass. Like with two working feet lol. she talks a big game but she really is not shit. I wish I could love her. Never trying again.