#thank you sO MUCH FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL ASKS YOU SENT ME PIE!!!

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[ slow dance ] - @girlishwhiimsy hehe :3c

{Different Ways to Hug Someone }

@girlishwhiimsy !!!!!

Kaede's parents were going to be out for the night, so she was going to have the house to herself. But she didn't want to be alone... so she called Ayumi and asked her if she wanted to come over for a sleepover; and to her delight, she did! She was so happy... Together, they had a mini yakinuki feast in her room while watching TV, reading manga together while happily chatting away about whatever... (And Daifuku joining them at times, too! He loves it when Ayumi can come over if she has, before..)

With how much fun they were having, it looked as if they weren't going to sleep anytime soon. And so... Kaede thought it would be cute if they did something like... slow dancing in the kitchen, in their pajamas. She remembers her mom telling her one time, that dancing together in the kitchen with her dad, late at night: was one of her favorite memories of them when they were still newly married, before Kaede was even born. And Kaede, being the hopeless romantic she is: has always wanted to try doing that with the person she loves.

And she of course, loves her cute and precious kouhai.. Once they were in the kitchen, Kaede began one of the playlists on her phone's music app. Mostly 'old school's future funk versions of romantic shoujo anime songs... As she hugs Ayumi close against her, doing their slow dance ... She's smiling and laughing together with her, really feeling like a married couple. She loves it... The fun they're having, and to be able to hold Ayumi close like this...

"Ayumi-chan..." As she hugs her even closer, one of her hands go to cup her cheeks. Giving it slow strokes with her thumb while one of her fingers idly twirl a lock of her hair around it... Giving her a smile filled with warmth and love... "I'm having so much fun... I'm happy you didn't mind indulging me like this. Hehe..... I just...wanted to dance with the cutest girl ever! And the one I love... so I really am happy right now~"

And with a giggle, she plants soft kisses to her cheeks and nose, her own face growing a soft pink. "Ayumi-chaaan, you'd better stop me... or I might "accidentally" end up kissing you all over your face, again~!" She giggles, and brings that same hand that was stroking her cheek, to lightly brush over her lips.

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I love your writing so I was wondering if you could make this part into a smut of course if you want to

the truth

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: dirtyyyy ass smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, squirting, degradation if you squint, fingering, cream pie, sex tape

a/n: so…pretty much…yeah !

for @chrisstopherfilmed & @vane2realz <333

based on these texts

despite what i may have thought, chris was not joking in the slightest.

when i opened the door, he rushed in like a man on a mission.

he quickly pulled me into my kitchen, and set me on top of the counter.

“lift” he spoke firmly, making me shift my weight onto my arms and lift my hips up.

he pulled my sweatpants and underwear down in one swift motion.

“you ready to admit the truth?” he raised his eyebrows at me.

“chris-” not hearing what he wanted, he practically dove into my pussy.

“holy fuck” i whimpered out shakily, my hands gripping his hair.

i felt him smirk against me as his hands wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place.

his warm tongue moved between my folds expertly, licking up every drop of wetness that came out of me.

i gave his hair a firm tug, causing him to groan against me, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

his tongue darted in every direction before focusing on my clit. he licked and sucked me feverishly .

“chris, chris, chris! i’m gonna-“ i cut myself off with a loud moan as my senses were overtaken with pleasure.

my face scrunched up and my eyes screwed shut as he continued his assault on my overly-sensitive clit.

“mmm, chris! it’s too-” he removed his mouth, replacing it with his hand.

“you gonna admit it?” he asked.

“c-chris, fuck, i can’t-”he moved his face back to my abused cunt, placing his tongue flat against my folds.

it was impossible to keep my sore thighs still as they flew open and closed. i squirmed underneath him as he continued his brutal movements, bringing me closer and closer to my second orgasm.

chris grabbed one of my legs, pushing it up and in towards my chest before plunging his fingers into my aching hole.

“god, chris! holy- oh!” my moans echoed around the kitchen as he moved his mouth further up my body.

he placed open-mouthed kisses along my skin, leading all the way up to my jaw.

he stopped at my lips, brushing his against mine while his fingers squelched inside of my narrow walls.

“you ready to talk ma?”

i let out a whine in response, my stubbornness getting the best of me.

he’s not getting it out of me.

“no? that’s ok, we can do this all day mama. i’m having the time of my life” he spoke against my lips.

i let out a long, broken moan as i clenched around his fingers.

“you close, baby? give it to me, want every drop of your cum on my fingers”

his words sent me over the edge, as i felt my cum drip out of me and onto his fingers.

instead of stopping, however, he sped his fingers up inside of me.

“chris!-” i grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to slow down.

“i swear to god if you don’t move your hand, i’ll fuck you into the floor like a little slut” he said as he glared at me. “i don’t give a fuck how sore you are”

deciding to challenge him, i tilted my head and tightened my grip around his wrist.

he raised his eyebrows at me, almost as if he was asking, you sure you wanna do that ?

“oh, so you think this is a game?” he removed his fingers from me, lifting me off of the counter and placing me onto my hands and knees on the ground.

thank god i keep my floor clean.

the tile of the kitchen floor was cool against my skin, and the reality of the situation started to hit me as i heard him unbuckle his belt.

i don’t know why i keep testing this man.

there was silence for a moment, making me nervous before i was met with the feeling of chris pounding into me from behind.

i let out a guttural moan as he didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size.

he pushed my front half down by my back, making my nipples harden from the contact with the cold floor.

i shook my ass in the air slightly, making him let out a low groan.

“god, keep doing that” he moaned as he continued to push his hips into mine.

his thrusts grew sharper and harder making my hands shoot out under me to stop myself from falling onto the floor, face-first.

my muscles were screaming and aching from the force, but i was so wrapped up in the pleasure to focus on it.

due to how wet my pussy was coupled with chris’s size, his dick slipped out of me every now and then.

for some reason, his solution to this was to fuck me even faster.

“so good” i whispered out, unable to form more words.

“yeah? you like this? you like getting fucked on the floor like this ?”

all i could do was nod my head as my eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open.

he hooked his fingers under my chin, turning me to face him.

“look at that, fucking you so good you can’t even close that pretty mouth. let me help you” he spoke before swiping a few fingers through my folds and bringing it to my mouth.

“suck.”

i did as he said, taking his fingers into my mouth and slowly swirling my tongue around them.

his lust-filled eyes widened slightly as i moaned around his fingers.

without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, his chest pressing up against my back.

one of his hands held my arms behind my back, while the other grabbed one of my boobs.

the new angle allowed him to fuck me deeper, his tip kissing my cervix.

the sounds falling out of my mouth became longer and more drawn out, signaling i was getting close.

he lifted one of my legs, holding it up by the back of my knee as he continuously hit my g-spot.

“tell me what i wanna hear or i’m not letting you cum” he whispered into my ear, gently biting it.

my mind went blank as he circled his fingers on my clit.

“i- what ? what do you..” i trailed off, not even being able to remember what he was talking about.

“shit, ma. fucked you dumb, huh ? you don’t even remember why you’re being ruined like this ?”

“chris, i’m gonna cum!” i spoke as my stomach began to tighten.

“wait.” he reached over to the pocket of his pants, grabbing his phone.

he pulled up the camera app and handed it to me, “record yourself begging me to let you cum”

my eyes widen at this, but i quickly obliged, wanting nothing more than to finish.

i struggled to click the red button as my hands shook and chris’s pace made it hard to keep them still.

“need me to slow down?” he taunted, loving the effect that he had on me.

“no! no! i got it!” i spoke quickly, finally starting the video.

i looked at my reflection, taking in my fucked out appearance. my eyes were slightly red and drooping, my face and hair drenched in sweat.

the recording was shaky as chris never once let up with his relentless pace.

chris placed his chin on my shoulder, staring at me through my phone. “better start begging” he spoke, making me clench around him.

“fuckkk” he groaned as his hips stuttered and he shot his load inside of me.

“oh my god” i moaned out. “please please let me cum, chris. i need it” i cried out as he fucked his pleasure into me.

“mmm, how badly do you need it mama?” he groaned into my ear.

“i need it so so bad, fuck, please chris! wanna cum on your cock so bad!” i yelled, damn near sobbing at this point.

my body tensed up and my eyes rolled back as i tried my hardest to hold it off.

“chris, please! can’t hold it much longer! i-“

“go ahead baby” he cut me off.

as soon as he gave me permission to, i let go. i lifted myself off of him as i squirted directly onto his dick, making him moan out.

my body began to shake as i felt my cum drip out of me and down my leg.

chris wasted no time in reaching up and pulling me to sit on his face, making me squeal in surprise.

i gripped harder onto his phone as he licked me clean and left a kiss against my heat.

“that was amazing, baby” he spoke as he stood up.

i stopped the recording and placed his phone down as i leaned against the counter and took a second to catch my breath.

“you okay?” he asked as he placed his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

“i’m amazing” i smiled as i turned to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

“good” he spoke as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

he pulled away for a second, going to find something.

he came back with a water bottle and granola bar.

“here, have these. i’ll go run you a bath, i’m sure you’re pretty sore” he smirked lightly at the last part.

i narrowed my eyes at him, playfully hitting his chest.

“shut up”

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dwb! chris masterlist

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Dangerous Desires (ix) - Home Coming

CW: spanking/brat taming, hair pulling, biting, licking, breast play, marking, unprotected piv (dont be stupid), rough sex, slight fingering, degradation, choking, cream-pie (DONT BE STUPID), probs some shit editing, LMK what i missed !!

word count: 10K 💀💀

18+ MDNI !!!!!

You stood in front of the hokage, heart beating out of your chest. You were nervous, that much was obvious. However you couldn’t wrap your head around why you were summoned. Lady Tsunade finished writing her last few words into her notes, stapling them together and setting them aside to address you.

“You must be wondering why I’ve sent for you,” she started, sitting up in her seat. Her face was somber.

“I can’t say you’re wrong.”

“What I’m about to tell you is something only a very select few know about.” Tsunade started, hands clasped together on the desk. “We’re about to go to war.”

You were shocked- was Kakashi really telling the truth?! Was he right all along?! Your emotions were everywhere and it was evident on your face.

“I know, I know it’s a lot to take in. I myself am not sure if I’ve taken it in yet.” She seemed stressed, you could see the worry behind her soft brown eyes.

“Lady Tsunade… who are we at war with?”

“My dear who aren’t we at war with?” She sadly laughed to herself. “Truth be told we’re fighting against a greater force than we know. I hate to say this but we’re looking at a fourth great ninja war.“ Your eyes widened, body filled with anxiety.

“A fourth great war? Are you serious?”

“I’m as serious as death. In fact, there’s going to be a five kage summit soon and I’ll need to attend to talk about said war.”

“So… The war isn’t with the other nations? I mean… if there’s going to be a summit with all five nations, doesn’t that mean neither is the threat?” You asked, still confused.

“Exactly.”

“Then who’s the threat?”

“I can’t discuss that with you.”

“Then why have I been summoned Lady Tsunade? If you can’t tell me who the enemy is tell me what I’m here for.” You were starting to get angry, worried for what you’d been told previously.

“You need to fight in this war.” Tsunade said plainly. “With medical jutsu like yours we would be idiots not to use you. I’m telling you now that we’re not asking you to enlist, but rather we are drafting.” Kakashi was right.

You couldn’t believe him, it was impossible to. How could this be happening? It wasn’t long since you’ve been here and already you’re being drafted in the war. It was exactly how Kakashi had told you, no denying it. This is your job, what you were sent to do, the only thing you know how to do, so damn right you’re going to use your blessing to help all you can.

“I’m well aware of my capabilities my lady, and in fact I find it a great honor to be drafted by you personally.”

“You’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would, I must thank you for that.” She sighed a relieved breath, hand clutching her chest.

“I have no other choice but to. This is what I signed up for when moving to Konoha. I decided the day I learned my first medical justu I would help the world become a better place. If you hadn’t drafted me I would’ve signed up myself. It’s my duty, this is my home.” Your words moved Tsunade, she smiled softly at you. Her face dropped suddenly.

“I’m glad you believe that, and I’m glad to have someone like you be so ready for whatever is to come, really I am. But because you’re going to be in the war I need to to preserve your chakra. Because of this, I forbid you from working at the hospital.” She looked away from you, knowing she didn’t want to see the determination wash away from your face in real time.

“Are you… are you firing me?”

“I’m afraid so. I cant have you waste any of your precious chakra on a few sick patients when we are going to have armies full of injured shinobi on the front lines. We have enough medical personnel at the hospital already, so with you being as high ranked as you are we must save you for the battlefield. You understand don’t you?”

“Lady Tsunade what more do I have other than my job? How long will it be until we are in war? I-I can’t be out of work that long.”

“I’m sorry but my hands are tied.” Her voice was almost as sad as yours, she worriedly watched as your eyes started to well with tears.

“Please my lady. Don’t do this to me.” She got up from her desk and walked over to you, hugging you tightly against her.

“It’s going to be alright, I promise. I just need you to rest up. We’ll be destroyed without you, please just trust me.” You hugged eachother until you could calm down, you wiped any tears that fell and stepped aside.

“Lady Tsunade I have a request to make.”

“What is it dear?”

“I want to go home. Back to my village and see my parents one last time before I go to war. I think it’s only reasonable to see them one last time, as me coming home alive and well is uncertain.” Tsunade stepped back and looked at you, a hand draped softly on your shoulder.

“I accept the request. How long will you be gone?”

“Probably under a week.”

“Then so be it. You’re dismissed.”

You walked out of the office and back home with an intense sadness inside of you. You gave up on Kakashi because you loved your job. Now your job has been stolen from you and it was all for nothing. Everything that had given you value- that had given you purpose- is now gone. You wondered if you should even return home or not.

You decided it would be a good idea if you told your friends Machi and Gale you’d be gone for the next few days, back at home until you decided you needed to come back. They understood and wished you well on your journey.

Kakashi was a mess, thinking about how poorly he treated you during your sexcapade, saying he hated you and fucking you so roughly he wasn’t sure if he had hurt you or not. Who care if he did? You hurt him worse. You hurt him in a way nobody else has. How could you treat him like he was somebody only to leave him like he was nothing? At least, that’s how he saw it.

Business at The Poison Sandwich was slow today, maybe the sadness was in the air. Kakashi ate his BLT, thoughts of you racing through his head. Even up until he heard your name uttered by the two girls you held dearly as friends.

“So she went back home.” Gale said to the cook behind the counter.

“I’ve been thinking about visiting a few of the sandwich shops in her village for a while now actually.” Percy smiled from behind the counter.

“Wait… she went back?” Kakashi interrupted, unsure if he heard right.

“Yeah, yesterday. Said she’s be back in a few days.” Machi said, looking over at Percy. “He said he was going to go the her village pretty soon to try out the food there.”

“Is this true Percy?” Kakashi asked his friend, who nodded as he discarded his white apron.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can I come?” Kakashi asked, cursing himself. What was he thinking?

“Well as long as you don’t have any other plans for the rest of the day, I see no problem. I’m heading off now, so get ready.” Percy said, untying his apron and tossing it on a nearby countertop. “Ladies, you don’t mind closing shop for me, do you?”

And of course, as enamored with the man as they were, had zero issue and took care of business as he and Kakashi took off.

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Kakashi was shocked to see the strange motorized bike that Percy had built, looking it up and down in shock and awe at the mechanism.

“What is this, if I may ask?”

“Well I’m not a shinobi like you so getting around to long distances isn’t easy for me. I built this myself as a way to make the trips easier.” Percy said, tossing Kakashi a black helmet. Kakashi caught it and reluctantly adorned it, his silver hair peeking out from underneath.

As Percy started the machine Kakashi sat in the back behind him, pondering why he had felt the need for such an impromptu visit to your hometown. He didn’t know why he felt this way, especially after the way you had treated him. Once again he felt alone, abandoned by your heartlessness and eager mindset to go fight off in a war that he felt would mame and kill you the second you had your back turned to the enemy.

“Kakashi… what’s been going on with you?” Percy asked, snapping Kakashi out of the trance he found himself in.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, puzzled at his friends sudden questioning.

“Listen... Gale, Machi, and I all know about your secret affair. And we don’t care- we support it honestly. But ever since you two have had a falling out… we’ve noticed a change.” Percy’s voice was somber as he drove throughout the thick forest, focused on the destination while his heart was stuck in the conversation. Kakashi was silent a moment, his mind was racing. Was it safe to tell his friend the truth? To let the secrets of his beloved lay out in front of someone who was only watching from the outside?

“I’m not sure I understand,” he replied monotoned. His outside demeanor was cool, but anyone who really knew what was going on inside his mind could tell the intricacies of his tone, picking up the way his voice would lilt anxiously as he declared this inquiry.

“Well I’m sure you do, so don’t play dumb with me Hatake,” Percy snapped, he wasn’t playing games- Kakashi was sure of this now.

“Well what do you want me to tell you? Sometimes people don’t work out the way they meant to, we don’t have control over these things. All you need to know is that me and her are… we’re complicated.”

“Bullshit.” Kakashi was taken aback.

“What are you talking about?” The wind was blowing through his hair, headband threatening to blow off his eye. He held it tight, looking at his thighs for avoidance.

“I’m talking about your seriously psychotic desire for control. You’ve wanted her from the moment you met her, haven’t you?” Percy asked, revving the engine of his bike.

“More than anything…” Kakashi admitted, vision still remained on his thighs.

“And ever since then, what have you done?”

Kakashi thought about it for a moment. What had he done? He had fucked you on his desk, broken into your home and stolen your underwear, touched you while you slept, fucked you at work, fucked you on missions- gods... the list could only go on.

“I’ve done all I could.” He clutched his fists, hating how horribly his stomach churned. “And yet it still wasn’t enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that my love for her has consumed me, my body, brain, and soul. She’s all I think about- ever. She’s everything, and everywhere. No matter what time of day or night, I can feel her down to the very air I breathe. I’ve tried for what has felt like forever to have her all to myself.”

“Why all to yourself?”

“Because the thought of her with anyone else makes me violent,” Kakashi said, regretting his words the very moment they spilled past his lips.

Percy remained quiet, Kakashi wasn’t sure if it was so he could talk more or not. He stayed silent for a while too. He wondered wether Percy was judging him, then again he didn’t care too much, it wasn’t him who was worried about public appearances.

“Sometimes I can feel my blood boil when I see another man talking to her. She makes me feel at peace, not just in my mind but in my soul. I love that woman down to the marrow in my bones and to think that some other man could see her and only see her for her beauty, only see her for something to use makes me sick. I can practically feel the bile in my throat just thinking about it.”

“So she makes you feel calm?” Percy didn’t seem to be turned off by the way Kakashi spoke of you, it was as if they were having a conversation so casual it was comparable to one about the weather.

“It’s beyond that,” Kakashi felt his heart flutter as he thought of you, his mind running with excitement just at the opportunity to talk about you.

“Sometimes I think about my past and all the people who have left me. Some of them chose to, some of them didn’t. Regardless, whenever I’d get attached to someone they’d leave, I didn’t have any control over it. Maybe it was because I was weak, or too young to have any real say in the matter. But now it’s different. I’m stronger and I’m older, no matter how you look at it I’m ten times the person I was all those years ago.” Percy remained silent, listening intently to his friend. Something he wouldn’t do to much of as Kakashi wasn’t the type to open up easily.

“When I met her, I knew instantly I loved her. It was a fact just as true as the sky is blue. I don’t think about all the horrible things from my youth whenever she’s around, not when all I can think about is the possibility of my old age spent with this wonderful woman. And the only way to have a future with her is if she doesn’t leave. I’ve grown beyond a simple lust for her, I've realized I can’t escape these feelings. I learned about her past, her favorite flowers and I’ve showered her in as much affection I can show without being too much. I’m sure I’ve crossed that boundary already but I can’t help it, I have too much inside to not let go of.”

“So you want something serious with her?”

“Yes.”

“Why call it quits now? After everything you’ve gone through, why give up?”

“Because she’s going to leave me,” He ran a hand through his silver hair, holding back a tear that was heard through the slight crack in his voice.

“She told you she doesn’t want to be together anymore?” Percy asked, wondering if what his girlfriends told him about you was true or not. He remembered hearing how you liked Kakashi too, but was afraid of ridicule, yet still craved his love beneath it all.

“She wants to fight in a possible deadly battle. I cant disclose much but that’s all I can say.”

“But she’s strong isn’t she? Plus she’s a medic, so wouldn’t she be able to heal herself if anything happened?” Percy asked, unsure about the severity of this “battle”.

“You don’t get it,” Kakashi sighed, leaning his forehead against Percy’s back. “I can keep her through affection and intimacy, that’s one thing we both know we have for each other, it’s apparent. But I can’t keep her from getting herself killed. Death is around every corner for people like me and her.”

“Shinobi, you mean?”

“Exactly. I don’t want to be in love with someone and yearn for them every second we aren’t together just for them to leave and die. It’s not fair to torture myself like that. I’d rather call it quits early before I’m doomed to live a life of suffering. I couldn’t deal with it.”

“Kakashi, you already are.” Percy didn’t care to tiptoe around the fact, he was tired of all the beating around the bush. Kakashi sat there a moment, his head still resting against his friends back.

He closed his eyes, occasionally catching himself to hold onto the bike better as they jostled over small rocks and bumps along their path. Kakashi didn’t have much to say about that, but it did prompt a lot of thinking, not that he could do much with Percy being such a chatterbox.

“You need to hear me out with this, okay? Love is like a sandwich-“

“Good gods, spare me the metaphors…”

“I’m going somewhere with this trust me!!” Percy yelled defensively, his volume mostly washed out by the breeze blowing by. “You can have all the amazing fillings you want: intimacy, shared experiences, passion, romance, all that is great but without the bread that keeps it together it’s just a bunch of things slopped together. What makes a sandwich a sandwich is the bread that keeps it together- a solid foundation, trust. And sure, it’s going to be messy at times, but that just comes with that delicious journey we all sign up for.”

“Is there a point to this analogy?”

“Obviously, dumbass. You have all the makings for a great relationship except for the bread… the trust. The bread you’ve got is thin- real thin. Meaning it’s not able to keep all that great stuff inside. The only way that meals gonna end is with everything falling out. Do you know why your bread is thin?” Percy asked, dodging a large rock in the middle of the path.

“Because of my insecurities…” Kakashi admitted, his face heating up.

“Bingo.”

He sat with this realization, mostly because he was metaphorically eaten up alive by one of his best friends. That aside, he looked at the bigger picture. Was he really that insecure about his trust in you? He knew you were strong, but was he actually just insecure you would rather die than be with him?! Was he really that codependent on you? That wasn’t possible, not with war being such a great threat. Percy didn’t know that though, so that’s another thing to factor in. Regardless, there still was valid food for thought presented to him.

“Well how far away are we now?” Kakashi asked, looking around at the new environment.

“Wont take longer than a few minutes, bud. Relax, we’ll be there in no time.”

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Percy was right of course, only a few minutes later and the two were parked outside the large wooden gates. Sounds of children’s laughter and music could be heard just beyond, as well as the smell of amazing food clouding their senses. Kakashi and Percy walked in, delighted by all the new sights and sounds, it seemed like a festival was taking place, although they had zero clue what it was for.

While it did seem magical at first glance, Kakashi knew the truth behind this villages facade. When he truly looked around beyond the vibrant colors and fun attractions, he saw very sick people lurking around the streets, some even begging for spare money. He sighed to himself, judging all the men who walked by with their expensive robes who were laughing at the sick and elderly.

“Kakashi! Over here!” Percy called to him from beyond the crowd.

Kakashi looked over to where his friend was and saw a small shop next to some sort of brothel-esque building. He tilted his head in curiosity at him, raising both arms in a shrugging position.

“No- come over here! This is the place I came here for!” Percy called louder, holding open the shops door to signal he was about to enter.

Kakashi jogged over there, still overwhelmed by all the excitement going around. When he caught up with Percy, he suddenly felt something very familiar. It was that calmness in his soul he had described to Percy earlier. He spun around, trying to see what it was and if he could follow it.

“Something the matter?” Percy asked, shutting the door.

Kakashi turned his head and saw a small staircase on the outside of the establishment that led to a second story door. He furrowed his brow looking at the door, feeling a strange calling towards whatever was just beyond it.

“No… I guess it’s nothing.” He said, turning towards Percy as he opened the door and walked inside.

It was a small restaurant, a few tables here and there as well as a large island that a middle aged man stood at.

“Hi, welcome in fellas! Take a seat anywhere you want, I’ll get you both a few menus to look at!” He said cheerily, ducking behind the island to grab two menus.

Percy sat at the island in front of the man, Kakashi followed and took the seat next to him. The older man gave them their menus and went in the back to give them some time.

“Are you hungry at all?” Percy asked, skimming the drinks side.

“I could eat,” Kakahi responded, suddenly craving a sandwich more than anything.

There were quite a few options to choose from. Some vegan options, some vegetarian, and some sort of dessert types with various different fruits, custards, and cream fillings. Kakashi was in the mood for something more traditional and hearty, deciding he would ask for a grilled chicken sandwich.

The man reappeared with a small notepad and pen, leaning against the countertop.

“You two ready to order?” He asked, looking at Kakashi first.

“Yeah, may I please have the grilled chicken sandwich?” He asked, pointing to the menu. The man wrote it down and then asked for Percy’s order.

“I’ll have this breakfast sandwich,” Percy said.

“A little late don’t you think?” The man laughed, taking both menus.

“Well you know… breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Why not have it anytime of day?” Percy laughed. The man furrowed a brow and Percy grimaced, embarrassed by his joke falling flat.

Kakashi couldn’t help but feel that comforting aura getting stronger around him. He looked around, maybe it was the environment? Just then it became much stronger, as if all this muscles had relaxed in just that moment. It felt less like an aura and more like a chakra. He quickly looked behind the man and towards the curtains that led to the back. What he saw he couldn’t believe.

You emerged from beyond the curtains, holding two cups of water in your hands. When you looked up you immediately locked eyes with him. You must’ve felt the same muscle relaxation as Kakashi, you suddenly dropped both cups catching the eyes of the room.

“Kakashi…?”

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You had arrived to this hometown of yours not too long after you left Konoha. You watched as children ran around happily through the village with their prizes from games going on throughout the streets. You sighed, walking down the paths of the place you once called home, knowing the happiest of people were just tourists in this living hell your family and community was trapped in.

You approached your families restaurant, smiling at the nostalgic feeling it filled you with. You grabbed the handle and walked in, your father standing just behind the island. He called you name excitedly, rushing over to you to hold you in a tight hug.

“You’ve come home! What are you doing here? You didn’t get kicked out, did you?” He teased, letting you go to get a good look at you. You nervously laughed.

“No, it’s not that.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Well whatever the reason is, it’s nice seeing you again.”

“Um… can I talk to you upstairs for a moment? There’s something I need to tell you… it has to do with me being here actually.”

He nodded and held the curtain for you to walk through. Beyond the kitchen in the back was a small door that led to a staircase, that staircase led to the small flat you and your family grew up in. When you both had settled down in the living room, you had assumed your mother would be there, however she was not. Puzzled, you two sat on a nearby couch and you faced him to ask.

“Did mom go out somewhere? I mean… I didn’t see her in the restaurant or kitchen and it’s a little late to still be in bed…” Your fathers face fell, looking at the carpeting.

“Your mother is uh… well there’s no easy way to say this. Your mothers in the hospital.” You felt your heart drop.

“What’s wrong with her? Why didn’t you send a message?! I could’ve come home to help her- what’s going on dad?!” you asked, voice shaking.

He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples with one hand anxiously.

“We aren’t sure what was wrong with her but… we knew that with the big move and that new job of yours you’d have some real stress. We couldn’t put that on you, so we made the decision to send her to a nearby hospital to get her checked out.”

“Fuck…” you sighed, holding your head in your hands. “You need to take me to her, I can heal her… or fix her or… something- anything! Gods dad, what the hell?! Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Sweetie it’s fine, your mothers going to be okay-“

“Dad that’s a lot of money! For crying out loud, how are you going to afford the hospital bills?”

“We’ll be fine! as long as you’re okay we’ll be just fine.”

“Here, let me see if I have any extra money on me,” you reached into your pockets for your wallet. Your father quickly nudged your arm away.

“Please don’t, you have enough on your plate already. Why don’t you tell me what you needed to say earlier, okay?” He asked, putting on a small smile.

You frowned.

“Well, since we’re getting everything out in the open…” You took in a deep breath, letting it out with a shaky breath. “I’m going to war.”

You felt your heart shatter the way you watched your fathers face drop again. It was as if he was being told his only child was about to be killed right in front of him.

“Dad, I know how it’s sounds but I don’t have any other choice. There are people who need me, I signed up for this- this is my job.“

“I understand.” He said softly. You frowned, pulling him into a hug.

“I wanted to see you and mom one last time before I left… I know it’s a worst case scenario but… if anything were to happen, I wanted to tell you both goodbye.” You heard your father sob in your ear, holding you tightly. You couldn’t help yourself from crying either and wept with him on the sofa.

“I know you’re strong, and I know you’re valuable, but I’m still so worried,” he sputtered, you patted his back to comfort him but it did next to nothing.

“I know, but I promise you I’m not going down without a fight. I swear to you and mom I’m not going to let myself be weak.” You said sternly, almost as if you weren’t choking back a rivers worth of tears.

After a few more minutes and you and your father had calmed down, you sat there and discussed the situation of war. What it meant for you and your family. You said that with the money you had, it’ll all go to them if you died and they’d be able to move far away, to a better village and have a good financial place for themselves. Your father wasn’t pleased to hear about this and almost cried again. To get his mind off of it, you told him about your job and all the people you met at Konoha.

“Machi and Gale, huh? They sound quite nice! You even have your own students, sounds like you’ve adapted pretty well,” you dad smiled, tears drying on his cheeks.

“I have,” you smiled back, a blush forming in your face when you remembered Kakashi was one of the first you grew close with, even if it started out so riske.

“What’s that look for, hmm?” Your father asked, teasing you for the small blush across your face.

“It’s nothing,” you replied, putting a hand to your cheek and feeling the warmth on your skin.

“Don’t lie to me, I know that look pretty well. You must’ve met someone who isn’t just a friend or a student to you, so tell me!” He laughed, playfully swatting you on your arm.

“I mean, yeah there is someone,” you smirk, shortly after your face fell.

“Um… is everything alright?”

“Yeah, It’s just… things are complicated right now.”

“Oh,” you father said sadly, crossing his arms.

“But he’s a really great guy!” you perked up.

“He?” Your father asked. You nodded. “Does he have a name?”

“He might.”

“He might? What might it be?”

“It might be Kakashi.” Just the your fathers arms uncrossed, his eyes widening.

“As in Kakashi Hatake?”

“Oh great,” you sighed, hating this conversation immediately. “Yeah, why?”

“Because that’s the famous copy ninja! I’ve got to say I’m impressed.” You groaned, holding your knees to your chest now.

“Please stop embarrassing me.”

“I’m not trying to, I’m just suprised that a man like that can be in a relationship with you.” Immediately you grew defensive.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your brows furrowed.

“Woah, I didnt mean it like that! It’s just… he’s known for being such a hardened shinobi. Who knew there was a heart beneath the mask?” He nervously laughed.

“I knew.” You added. Your father frowned, nervously fidgeting in his seat.

“I’m sorry, " you sighed. "I didn’t mean to be so snappy. It’s just that we’ve spent a lot of time together and he means a lot to me. I’ve seen a lot of his sides and even though he drives me crazy I can’t help but love him regardless. He makes me feel seen, and appreciated. No matter how bitchy I am he keeps trying, nobody else has ever been this patient with me. And what makes things even crazier, is that I feel so drawn to him. It’s like my whole life has led up to the moment we’d meet. Oh, what am I saying? This is starting to get weird, I’ll stop while I’m ahead,” your face felt extremely hot, you avoiding looking at your dad.

“No it’s fine, I get it.” He said, patting you on the back.

“Yeah, thanks.” Silence.

“So what makes things so complicated?”

“‘What isn’t complicated’ is a better question,” although you knew that answer was something entirely too inappropriate to say.

“It’s that bad?”

“Yes and no. It’s a long story, I couldn’t get into it.”

“Well whatever the case may be, you sound like you really love him. In fact, I caught onto you saying that,” he smirked.

“Please stop.”

“Fine.” he raised his hands defensively, then stood up from his seat at the couch. “Now we can sit here moping all day or we can spend time together like we used to. What do you say?”

“Moping sounds good but we can’t afford that right now so let’s work the restaurant like we used to.” You smiled, following him down that stairs.

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“Kakashi…?”

So that’s what it was, it was you all along. He should have known better. Kakashi stood up, uttering your name back to you. You weren’t sure what to do. Truth be told you didn’t forgive him for putting you out on the spot like that, but you also knew there was no real reason for him to forgive you either.

“I’m sorry but would you excuse us for a minute?” Kakashi asked Percy as he motioned to speak to you outside.

“No.” Percy said, fidgeting with his napkin. Your father shot you a concerned look, finally putting two and two together. You patted him on the back reassuringly.

“It shouldn’t take long, we’ll just have a chat upstairs.” You reached into your pocket for a set of keys, walking out the front door of the establishment, Kakashi on your tail.

You two walked out in silence and he followed you up the outside stairs, staying quiet as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. He looked around and it appeared to be your old bedroom, posters and ribbons hanging on the walls. It felt homey to him, more so when he noticed preserved flowers laying on your desk, jasmine to be exact.

“So did you follow me here or did you-“ he cut you off with his lips against yours. Your eyes grew wide in shock. But the moment he put his hand on the small of your back you felt entirely different. Your eyes closed softly and your hands tangled in his hair. You felt a familiar fire burn in your chest, your heart fluttering as his beat in tandem with yours.

“Kakashi,” you sighed, his grip on you becoming tighter. He pushed you against the door, keeping his grasp on you impossibly firm. “Now’s not a good-“

“Stop talking, damnit.” he huffed, his breath hot against your skin. Immediately you shut your mouth, only opening it again to allow his tongue to brush up against yours.

You locked the door while you were still up against it, then resumed pulling on his hair. You also pushed your body against his firm chest, feeling your loins flutter as his breathing became heavier and his kisses more desperate. Kakashis tongue prodded into your mouth, caressing your own as if it lost it, rejoicing in the feeling of finding it again. His body language spoke the same dialect, his arms tense while they wrapped around you, legs locked in place as they cornered you against the wooden door.

You grabbed onto his vest, yanking it off of him and it was only for a moment when his arms left your body. His vest sliding off of him and landing on the floor, he swiftly kicked it away and then resumed his primal grip against your body. He pulled you into him, a breath of air escaping your lungs the moment he ripped your body off the floor. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, head falling to your shoulder while his teeth sunk into your neck, you let out a small grunt from the pain that you couldn’t welcome enough.

“Kashi?” you whispered heavily. He cut you off with another sloppy kiss, the rough smack of his lips against yours had you digging your nails into his back through his body con long sleeve. “What are you doing-“ another kiss “here?”

“What does it look like?” He huffed, hands sneaking past your shirt as he caressed your back with his long fingers. Your breath hitched at the feeling of him touching your bare skin, hair on the back of your neck raising while the tickling sensation of his calloused fingertips roamed your skin.

“I know what you’re doing, but why?”

“I needed you,” he rasped, fingers digging into your skin, his own nails now dragging down your skin. You shuddered in his grasp, thighs clamping down tight around his abdomen. “Must I need any other reason?”

“No…” you knew this was rhetorical, but the gratification you gained from answering him regardless heightened your arousal, giving into him just like you always did. “Needed me for what?” you asked, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to gain your composure.

“I just needed to see you,” Kakashi muttered licking the slight teeth marks that curved along your neck. “I missed this… the way things were before. Y’know I thought about inviting you over the other night?”

“To your apartment?” You were suddenly curious. He nodded, his hands now rubbing down your back, causing you to shiver once again. “What would we do?”

“I don’t even know. I was just so empty without you, even you being in my presence would be enough for me. However, I’m sure we’d find ways to entertain ourselves,” He leaned in closely to your ear “Wanna know how exactly?”

When he said this he thrusted himself into you, his hard package pressing right up against your clothed cunt. You moaned, grinding down on the new stimulation the moment you could, completely void of embarrassment or shame.

“Y-yeah,” your heart was practically in your throat now, however you felt the heartbeats much, much lower.

“Well, I had something in mind,” he hummed, his hands now on your asscheeks, gripping them harshly.

“Ngh- Like what?”

“I was thinking about how bad you’ve been lately,” his breath was almost burning the skin of your neck, you wanted him to so badly rip your clothes off of you and take you to bed. His hair smelled so good, you kept digging your fingers inside of the fluffy mass, gently pulling at it while it tangled between your fingers. He grunted slightly.

“Just like how you are right now,” it came out a purr, vibrations coming up from deep inside his chest. “You’ve been a bad girl. Sometimes I can barely recognize you.”

You didn’t know why you felt so ashamed about his words, a wave of regret crashing hard against you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, unsure why the apology came so easy.

“So you admit you’ve been a bad girl?” he asked with amusement in his tone, his voice hoarse as he spoke deep into your neck.

“I’m as bad as they come,” you admitted, legs wrapping around even tighter. He chuckles softly.

“Oh? Well then I think we both know what that means,” his cock twitched underneath his pants, you had to sink your nails into your palms to avoid getting handsy. “I think you need to be punished severely.”

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps rising on your skin immediately. He carried you over to your bed, tossing you down on it. You crashed against it, a loud squeak echoing through the room. You blushed, hoping to whatever god there was that nobody downstairs could hear.

“What are you going to do with me?” You asked, your hands rubbing where he bit you on your neck.

“You want to know your punishment?” An amused smile spread across his face. You nodded. “Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

You felt frustrated, already wanting him to lash out on you, it felt like torture the way he stood over you, patently keeping his hands to himself.

“Please?” you whispered, one of your hands moving south of your body, he watched as your sunk your hands under your waistband, eyes blowing wide when your mouth fell open.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked it back out, pinning it down and above your head.

“I think you need another spanking.” You bit your lip, trying to hide your excitement, your panties already wet when he increased the pressure of his hand.

He sat down next to you, letting go of your wrist and instead using his hand to grab your hair into a tight pony tail, causing you to sit up.

“Should I bend over your lap?” it came out as a mewl, your desperation evident on your face.

“How funny that you just want to jump straight into it,” he smiled in your face, shiny teeth gleaming back at your from beyond his perfect lips. “Sweet girl, maybe you do know how to behave,” he kissed you softly, then had you bend over his lap.

With one hand still firm in your hair, the other pulled down your pants, your panties coming down with it. You clenched around nothing as the cool air hit your wet cunt, a shiver was sent up your back.

“Such a slut, excited for her spanking.” He caressed your soft globes, you hummed excitedly, almost moaning at the delicate touch. “If I hadn’t done this previously I would’ve assumed you didn’t know what this was. Is that true? Are you a stupid girl who doesn’t know what a spanking is?” he cooed, his hand grabbing you hip harshly, fingers digging into your skin.

You grunted, knowing with this much pressure he would leave bruises along you skin for days, weeks even.

“It’s not pleasant, at least not the way I do it, remember? It’s gonna hurt, way more than a few soft taps.”

“I’m hoping for it,” you replied back, surprised by your own response and enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah?” he also seemed surprised, pleasantly surprised. A wicked smile was plastered on his face, searching your eyes with his own. “How long have you been wanting this for? I mean, you’re so obedient. I cant help but assume you’ve fantasized about this ever since last time,” his grip of your hair tightened, you smiled up at him devilishly.

“I’ve been wanting this since I last saw you.”

“Good answer,” he smirked. “Are you ready?”

You nodded quickly, arching your back as the tension builds up in your body.

“An even better answer." his fingertips glided againsty the curve of your back. "I don’t care if you scream or cry, in fact it would make this more enjoyable,” he hummed, pulling on your hair. “Now sit still.”

Kakashis hand came down hard on your backside, a loud slap echoed in your ears. You let out a depraved moan, biting your lip as the stinging starting to settle on your asscheek. He took a moment to take in the look on your face, ogling the flush of color across your cheeks. Quicker, and much harder this time, he struck you again with his ever-so-firm hand.

You whined, squirming in his lap until he spanked you again. After his next, you dug your nails into the mattress beneath you, huffing deep breaths in and out. Kakashi laughs softly, watching your soft ass turn a bright pink as he punished you.

“How many can you handle? You want me to get creative?” he asked happily, softly rubbing circles on your abused skin.

“Y-yesss…” your voice was trembling.

“If you say so. But it makes me wonder… how much pain can this pretty little ass take?”

“I deserve it, we both know I’ve been bad,” you mutter, nails coming out of the mattress as you slowly began to get less tense with each rub of Kakashis hand.

“Yes you have,” Kakashi exclaimed amused. “Do you know how bad? Answer me.” He smacked you again, and all you could muster was a string of whimpers and groans, no real words coming to your mind.

“Answer me properly. I don’t want to hear your little moans. I want a real answer. Tell me what you’ve done.”

“I… I’ve kept you a secret…” you whispered, your hand stroking his knee. “And the worst part is I’ve been fantasizing about you this whole time.”

“Interesting. For how long, give me a number.” He pulls your hair, tilting your face upwards so your eyes are locked.

“8 weeks,” you confess, looking away to avoid his strong gaze.

“8 weeks? How filthy have you been? What’s the most inappropriate thing you’ve fantasized about me doing?” He pulled your hair tighter, forcing you to look back at him.

“I’ve thought about you defiling me.” Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

“That’s all? I’m not going to lie, I expected more from you.” His hand move from your ass to your hip, once again squeezing it tightly. You winced.

“I-I’ve thought about you waking me up just so you can use me to get yourself off,” you blurted out. Kakashi perked up, much more interested.

“Anything else? You’ve had 8 weeks,” clearly he was having fun toying with you. It felt like torture dumping your fantasies onto him, but you couldn’t help spilling your guts.

“I’ve thought about pleasuring you.”

“Go on.” His grip became looser, yet still firm.

“I’d use my mouth.” He smirked.

“Is that all?” You wanted to melt into his lap, escape his massive presence.

“And my hands…”

“Well, don’t you have a plethora of talents,” he teased, bringing his hand back and quickly down his to your ass. You flinched, but before he could make contact he stopped himself, laughing softly. Your face burned hot.

“Anything else? I mean, 8 whole weeks is a looong time,” he raised his eyebrow again, looking directly in your eyes.

“Well…”

“Spit it out, don’t be a tease. I know you can say more.” His words made your skin tingle.

“I’ve thought about how mad you were at me, ignoring me all the time at the office. So I thought about trying to rile you up, get you even angrier. Just so maybe you’d snap and use me without holding back.” He loosened his grip on you.

“You really want that? For me to take my frustration out on you?”

“Yes.” You gripped his knee tighter.

“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?” He smirked, grip getting firmer in your hair again.

“I am.”

“Do you have no shame? Ass in the air, panties off, pussy soaking wet, and looking me in my eye while you tell me about all the filth you’ve imagined about me. Sweet girl, you’re more perverted than I thought.” He pulled your hair back further, his mouth connected with your more a quick kiss.

“I bet you’ll say anything at this point if it’ll make me happy, huh? You’ve completely given yourself to me, isn’t that right?” With lidded eyes you nodded looking up at him.

“Are you mine to use?” Amused curiousity lingering in his voice.

“Yes.” Right after you confirmed this, another rough smack was right up against your ass. You yelped, once again digging your finger into the mattress.

“You like that, don’t you? You like getting hit by me.” You nod. Another rough smack. “Say it.” he practically barked.

“I- I like it! I like getting hit by you!” You wanted to curl up in embarrassment, once again hoping nobody could hear you. Kakashi had a wicked look on his face.

“I wonder how many times can I hit this ass of yours before you cry? Are you a tough girl?” He asked condescendingly.

“Yes…” He hit you harder, producing a loud moan out of you. He laughed.

“Are you tough or what? You seem to be enjoying this more than I expected,” this time he struck you lower, so that his palm was right up against the back of your thigh. You desperately squirm again, breathing shakily. He hits you there again, smiling to himself.

“Oh? Am I hitting a sensitive spot?” You almost shrieked when he smacked it again. “So I did find a sensitive spot,” he leaned down closely so that that he was almost in your ear.

“I’m going to keep smacking you, riiight here until your crying and begging me to stop.” And that’s what he did. Over and over again, watching as you rubbed your legs together, slick coating the feverish in-between of your legs.

“How many more spanks can you get before you cry? 10? 20? I know you can take it,” he kept spanking you, each one lighting you up until your ass was red. As he spanked you, he enjoyed watching your eyes roll back, your whimpers echo softly in your room, and your body spasm after each moment of contact.

“You must nearly be at the edge, huh?” Your eyes rolled back to normal, welling with tears. “Awww, is that it? Is that all you can take?”

He delivered the final blow, you moaned loudly, tears flowing down your cheeks. You felt lightheaded, pain and pleasure circulating inside of you. The erotic sensation making it's way up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Aww… did I do that? Did I make the tough, pretty girl cry?” You nod, unable to verbalize a single thought. “Such a good girl, taking it like a champ. I have to say, I admire how well you kept your composure… well at least most of it.”

He pulled your hair back, your head coming closer to him and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes and bit your lip, your heart melting at his sudden tender affection.

While still having a good grasp of your pony tail, Kakashi slung you over to the side, trapping you against him and the bed. He had you pinned, your wrists above your head. When he towered his large form over you his lips brushed against yours, his scent was everywhere. You closed your eyes again, and felt how his eyelashes fluttered against your cheek as he bent down lower and licked up your neck.

You smirked, a sudden tickle causing you to slightly spasm, Kakashi laughed softly when he saw it. He instead turned to biting you, the feeling of his teeth in your neck filled you with the most euphoric nostalgia. You sighed, legs bending so your knees could squeeze his waist. He rutted his hips into your core, and you shuddered as the wet juices pooled in your cunt and trickled down your legs.

Kakashi looked up at you, lips curled into a cocky smile, pressing softly against your own. You parted your lips, his soft tongue dragging along your plump lip, before his teeth gently trapped it and he bit into it possessively. You never started the day thinking he'd be showing up at your old home, about to fuck you senseless into the mattress you've spent countless nights on. It seemed to you like Kakashi's fate was to always appear, and so was your passionate desire for him.

Kakashi's kiss could make your loins ache like a wildfire, yet it could also make your breaths slow and your heart melt. Maybe it was fate?

I am safe here. His arms are open, his tongue is tender, and I don't need to struggle anymore.

Its all you could think about, really.

Two fingers circled your drenched clit, Kakashi watched your hole clench around nothing. He licked his lips watching your pretty cunt swallow his didgets shortly after, curling up as he pumped in and out.

“She’s so pretty…” he hummed, his knuckles now shiny with your arousal.

Your toes curled the more he pumped you, his fingers working fast. You roughly grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement. He looked up at you, a single brow cocked.

“Something wrong?” his voice was smooth, eyes soft as they watched you with adoration.

“T-that’s not what I need…” You murmured, breathing in and out as if you’d pass out.

“Tell me, what do you-“

“Cock. Yours.” You demanded. Kakashis eyes grew wide, a sinister grin plastered in his face. He retracted his fingers from your cunt, a silent moan escaped your lips when he moved.

“I never thought I’d have you so needy, sweet girl.” Kakashis hand traveled to his waistbands and pulled them down, hard cock slapped against his body con shirt, precum making his tip glisten.

“I can’t help it.” You admitted, your eyes breaking away from his to stare at his erection. Your legs spread wide, and you wriggled excitedly.

Kakashi ducked down to kiss you, cupping your cheeks as he rutted against you, his length rubbing up and down against your clit. You moaned into the kiss, a smile on your face as your pleasure spread. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, getting even closer as you two enjoyed eachothers embrace.

Kakashis tongue made its appearance in your mouth again, the soft tip of his tongue swirling with yours, just to retreat and wetten your lower lip.

“Don’t tease me…” you whispered, breaking the kiss only to resume it quickly. He laughed gently, his hand moving south to grab the base of his cock and align it with your entrance.

“Well, aren’t you one to talk?” With one swift motion he went balls deep inside of you again, a shiver running up his back as he bottomed out, his public bone flush with your clit.

You both grunted, then began to lock lips as his hips drilled into you. You both knew you didn’t want to waste any time, each time he bottomed out you grounded down on him further, feeling his warm precum coat your walls as your own arousal spilled out and onto the sheets.

“Always wet for me…” he smiled, kissing down your jaw.

His cock was heavy, stretching you perfectly and throbbing each time it hit that tender spot inside of you that made you digs crescents into his back with your nails. He loved watching your lashes flutter when your eyes rolled back, and he devoured your lips whenever they opened to produce a guttural moan.

“I love you…” Kakashi cooed, a finger of his now playing with your clit.

“Love you- haaah- too…” you replied with a whine between words.

Kakashi pulls your shirt off of you, then quickly grabs both your wrists in one hand. He pins you down, and you’re unable to move. He retracts his hand from your clit and presses his forearm under your tits, pushing them up and drooling at how pretty they sit. He ducks down and sucks a nipple, his soft tongue spreading hot spit over your sensitive tits. He moans, cock throbbing as you pulse around him.

He looks up at you, your face red and forehead slightly sweaty. Fuck, you look so sexy. He groans your name, biting your tit, sucking a hickey into the soft flesh in his mouth. You’re seeing stars, vision blurry as your orgasm comes washing over you. You’re whimpering his name, shaking and yet unable to move under his massive presence. He lets go of your tit in his mouth and watched over you. You were his own personal porn star, cumming for him- cumming on him. Whimpering his name as you choke his girthy cock and take him while he resizes your cunt.

“Filthy… you’re making such a mess.” His pace was quicker now, your cries of pleasure louder as he beats your pussy into the mattress. “Bad girl…” he hums low, almost a growl.

You can’t fight back the violent euphoria, your poor cunt wants more of him, regardless as to whether or not you can take it.

“S’ good…” you mewl, erotic and soft squelches filling your ears as he continues to stuff you with his member, his own orgasm on its precipice.

“You really are a slut of this cock, huh?” he teased, thrusting hard, keeping his dick stuffed deep inside you as he pressed his pelvis against your clit. His nails dig into your wrists, your fingers try to grab onto him but you just can’t reach.

“No more playing games,” he grunts, a hand letting go of your wrists to wrap around your throat firmly. You gasp, your air running thin. “You want me?” His hips retreat, then slam harsh inside of you. You wince, eyes snapping shut when you moan.

“Tsk tsk, look at me.” you follow his order, your brows knitted tightly together, looking up at him through your lashes. His teeth glimmer as he grins mischievously, his grip on your neck tightening. “Nah, you need me.”

You feel like you’re about to pass out again, legs shaking viciously and you felt light headed.

“My body always misses this pussy… fucking made for me.” He nips at your jaw, railing you at the one pace he knows you and he both like it. “Mine.”

He wants to mark you up, leave you purple for everyone to see. So when he notices how hard it is for you to breathe he lets go, and takes delight in how you choke for air. He sucks deeply at your neck, throbbing inside you when he imagines how it’ll look after.

“M’gonna cum again…” you almost plead, hips tilting up to meet his own, welcoming his gorgeous cock back inside of you where you knew it belonged.

“I bet you want me to cum inside you,” he mutters, letting go on your sensitive skin before he sucks another purple bruise into your neck.

“Please.” Is all you manage, your slick now running down your ass.

“Always a slut for my cum…” He bites your shoulder, his tongue licking at the red skin underneath. “Can’t fuck you once without you begging for a creampie.”

You cum for a second time, begging for his hot cum to fill you up and pour out. Kakashi complies, a few more rough thrusts and he’s pumping you full of his burning seed, you feel impossibly full as you throw your head back. Kakashi moans heavily, still pumping you with his cock, loving the way you squirt on him with your own spend.

“You can play with yourself thinking about this tonight,” he says low, kissing you hard while he continues to shoot ropes into you. You twitch, legs spasming as your orgasm refuses to subside.

“N-no. I wanna be with you tonight! I wanna do it again!” You beg, wrapping your legs even tighter around him. His eyes widen and he licks your neck playfully.

“My sweet girl, if I bring you home with me tonight I won’t stop until the sun comes up.”

“I’m prepared to lose a few hours of sleep if it means I can spend them being your whore.” You respond shamelessly. He lets go of your wrist and you grab the back of his head, fully making out with him as you play with his silver mess. “I love you. I don’t care anymore.”

Kakashi hums in delight, pulling out of you, your shared cum sticking to his own thighs now.

“You mean you’re all mine?” He knew the answer.

“Mmhmm… And I’m sorry about the way I was acting before…” You admitted, hands running in his hair.

Kakashi rested his face against your tits, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What do you mean? I should be sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a scummy person to make you choose me or your career, especially when I knew how much you love it.” His voice was soft and somber, you kissed the crown on his head.

“We both messed up, yeah?” You slightly giggled.

“Yeah,” he laughed back. “If you’re sure about going into this war with me I want you to know something.” He picked his head up, towering over you again. His palm rested against your cheek as his eyes looked deep into yours.

“I don’t care who we’re facing or what we’re up against. I don’t care who’s getting hurt but I do know one thing,” His brows furrowed. “I’m not leaving your side once. I’ll cover you, I’ll fight for you, I swear I’ll kill for you- I already have and I will again if I have to.”

He softly kissed the tip of your nose.

“That goes for me too,” you sighed, one of your hands caressed his shoulder. He grabbed that hand and kissed the back of it, then pulled you off the bed.

You two got dressed, although you chose to change into a turtle neck, and went downstairs. The restaurant was more packed and there was chatter all around, the nerves you may have been heard upstairs disappearing completely.

Percy turned around when Kakashi approached the seat next to him and reclaimed his seat. You walked around the counter and began to wipe it down. Your father came out from behind the curtain that led to the kitchen.

“Here’s that sandwich,” Your dad said, handing your boyfriend the plated food. “Enjoy, son.”

“Son?” Kakashi asked, taking a look around to see if people were watching him. When the coast was clear he quickly lowered his mask for a bite, then put it back on.

Nobody could see the smile underneath he had while he chewed, but you noticed the crinkle underneath his eyes.

“Not bad,” Percy said, polishing off his meal. “What’d you think, Kakashi?”

“Yeah,” he looked up from his plate, watching as you walked around the restaurant, taking orders and handing out drinks. “It was good.” It tasted like home.

A/N: after a much needed break/hiatus i’m finally back RAAAAHHHHH !!!!!!! for everyone asking if i plan on continuing the mafia AU yes i do but i feel like it’ll be a small mini series.

[voidhri]

First scar, on body and heart

(by: @sunborn-tenacity )

Bela stared at the phone number on the back of a business card that she got from a mother whose son she saved from the sewers a few days ago.

"Miss Dimitrescu, you saved my son. I know it's not much but please, just take this business card. My husband is the owner of the cabin rentals in the forests in Topanga. When you call them, just tell them your name and that you're booking a week-long stay courtesy of Barbara Goldstone."

"I— Mrs. Goldstone, I can't—" Bela stammered, before she was cut off.

"Miss Dimitrescu, please, I insist," Mrs. Goldstone said tearfully, pushing the card into Bela's gloved hands, "It's the least we can do to pay you back for rescuing our son."

Bela hadn't taken a vacation in a long while. In actuality, ever since she became captain, she didn't really take any vacations. The days she had off were enough. She made sure she took enough walks, that she went to the gym enough, that she took enough vitamins, that she rested enough. All of these things were enough to help her recuperate. And she always did them on her own.

But ever since she met Maria, she found herself wondering what it would be like to go on a vacation, but with them. Just the two of them. It didn't mean anything of course. But Maria had been very insistent about hanging out with her. After she had rescued them from being stuck in the ceiling during her lunch hour, her third rescue of them, they had shown up to her station a few days later with food from Jollibee.

"I took away your lunch time, so I owe you lunch, you know?" Maria said cheerfully.

She didn't know why she took the food from them, but she did, and sent them on their way. And on that afternoon, she discovered that chickenjoy, rice, and ube pie were delicious. 

Maria kept finding more ways into her life after that. It was either rescuing them from some ridiculous situation or it was just them coming to visit her at the station during her break, bringing food along with them.

Eventually, it became routine. And Bela started to look forward to their visits. Then there was a day where they didn't show. It bothered Bela a little bit, but at the same time, she understood that they were probably busy with something else. They were under no obligation to visit her. At some point, she had to go answer a call and she found them stuck, holding a cat, in a very tall tree.

"How did you even get up here?" Bela said angrily once she got Maria and the cat onto the lift with her.

"I was trying to help the cat and then once I noticed how high up I was, I didn't really know how to get down," Maria mumbled sheepishly.

Once they were on the ground, Bela demanded their phone and placed her number in there and texted herself.

"Call me before you do anything dumb like that again," she said, turning around and walking off, heading back to the station, not noticing Maria staring at their phone and then at her in awe.

Maria texted her the next day, thanking her for saving them again.

In return, Bela texted them asking if they would show up with Jollibee the next day. And Maria replied with a quick yes.

And that was the routine. Work, Maria showing up with food, having to rescue Maria from god knows what. But it would be good to change it up. And maybe this time, she could teach Maria a thing or two about basic safety and self-preservation. Maria would probably complain that they're on vacation and therefore the both of them should focus on doing vacation things.

Bela smiled at the thought of them complaining and she quickly pulled up her phone to text them:

Want to go on a week-long cabin retreat with me?

————————————————————

It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. But of course, there were stupid teenagers doing stupid teenager things. Like almost causing a large forest fire.

The fire was large, but it hadn't spread to cause more damage yet.

"Step away from the fire," Bela ordered, her voice strong and authoritative, as she stepped towards the scene.

The teenagers froze and stepped back a bit, before running off into the woods. Bela paid them no heed. The biggest concern was the fire and the damage it could do if left unchecked.

She went to work, quickly grabbing the fire extinguisher from the nearby cabin and spraying down the fire.

After that, she would clean up the mess of beer cans and wine bottles the teenagers made. And then she would call the forest rangers and cabin office to let them know that there were teenagers that almost caused a fire. Then she could finally relax with—

A pain-filled scream rang out, causing the nearby birds to flee their trees quickly.

Bela's blood ran cold. Maria.

She dropped the fire extinguisher and looked around frantically for them, finally spotting them on the other side of the dying fire.

Maria was on the ground, writhing in pain, and a teenager was looking at them and then at her with fear in their eyes before running off into the woods.

Bela swore under her breath and sprinted over to Maria's side.

"What's wrong? What's—"

Then she saw it. The red hot embers covering the ground underneath their torso and arms.

Bela sucked in her teeth and without thinking, grasped onto Maria's wrists, feeling the heat searing her fingers. But she ignored the pain. Maria was the most important right now.

She pulled them up by the wrists and then turned around quickly to have them fall onto her back so that she could carry them without touching their back. She noticed with increasing worry how their skin felt so very warm and that they were shaking uncontrollably.

She walked to the cabin as quickly as she could, listening to Maria breathing in sharply with each step she took. She opened the door and feeling that there was no time to place them on the bed, she quickly kneeled and helped Maria to the cabin floor, front first.

The fire had burned away part of Maria's top, the burns already showing underneath, and she needed to get the scissors to cut away the rest of the cloth before it fused to their skin.

Bela quickly went to her bag and pulled out the medical kit she always brought with her, retrieving what she needed. She went back with the scissors to cut open the cloth, revealing the damage that had been done.

Maria's back was covered in second-degree burns, the flesh raw, burning pink and red.

Bela pulled on her gloves to begin her treatment of their wounds, numbly thinking about what she needed to do for initial treatment. The burns were on their back and they needed to be immersed in cold water for 10-20 minutes to reduce the heat and minimize the damage to the skin. The best way would be to fill a tub with cold water and place Maria there. But that might take too long. So she would get some cold water now and rinse the skin like that for a few minutes before preparing the cold water in the tub—

"Bela, don't worry… I'm gonna be okay… It could've been worse," Maria whispered slowly, clearly trying to reassure her.

Bela said nothing, not trusting herself to keep her voice steady. She felt the tears slide down her face as she continued to inspect Maria's back, mentally gathering the strength to leave Maria alone for a few minutes while she grabbed her water bottle to fill it with cold water to rinse Maria's wounds.

It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It was supposed to be a harmless trip.

I can't keep sitting here, I need to move, Bela thought, I need to take care of them now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Bloom 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, allusions to trauma, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After wasting much of your youth in a toxic situation, things are starting to look up. That’s until you meet a certain flower seller.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Note: It’s suiting that it's hump day cause I feel like cole is into that.

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You slice into a cucumber, moving the knife carefully. As you focus on the task, you notice Aunt Bev’s glances. Are they intentional or is she concerned? You keep the blade steady and slow, sure not to catch your fingertips. 

“Hon, did you want to borrow one of my skirts for dinner?” She offers. 

You look down at yourself. You think the jeans and tee are just fine but now you’re doubting yourself. You blink at her and shrug. 

“Should I?” 

“It’s up to you, of course. Just whatever you’re comfortable in. I just have this nice blue flowery one and it suits you better.” 

“Well, I...” you put the knife down and gather up the cucumber in your hands, dumping it onto the bowl of lettuce, “I could try it on.” 

You grab the dish rag and wipe your hands. You just want to make her happy. You never had someone like Aunt Bev, someone who is happy over the smallest things. She makes everything you do seem like some great achievement. 

“Oh, come on, it’ll be nice,” she insists and gestures you down the hall, “in here.” 

You follow her upstairs to the bedroom she shares with your uncle. She rolls open her closet as she hums. She pulls out a wrap skirt; blue petals on white. 

“You’ll need a shirt to go with it,” she insists, “one sec.” 

She hands you the skirt and turns to sift through a dresser draw. She pulls out a plain chiffon blouse with a little scallop at the bottom. “It will go nicely.” 

“Thanks, uh, but what... what if I spill?” 

“That’s okay, honey,” she holds out the shirt, “you can keep them. They’ll look much better on you.” 

“Oh, uh,” you look down then up again. 

“You just get changed,” she sweeps past you, “I’ll be downstairs.” 

You can’t deny her. The door closes before you can even think of changing your mind. It would be rude to say no anyway. They’re such nice clothes. You look down at what you’re wearing and crumple inside. You made the wrong choice again. You should’ve known to dress up for company. 

You change as quickly as you can. You carry your clothes back downstairs and into the small room you’ve been allotted. It was once Aunt Bev’s craft room. You feel bad about that too. 

You return to the kitchen. She’s not there. You rinse some cherry tomatoes and quarter them on the wooden cutting board. As you do, you hear voices. 

Aunt Bev strolls in as Cole follows her. You don’t turn to see. You’re too shy. You hope he doesn’t even notice you. 

“Oh, honey, you look lovely,” she chimes as she nears the counter and sets down a round pan, “isn’t it wonderful, Cole brought dessert.” 

“Ma sent a pie,” he explains, “do you like rhubarb?” 

You want for Aunt Bev to answer. She doesn’t. You look up and over and realise they’re watching you. Oh. 

“Uh, I never had it.” 

“Never had rhubarb?” Cole blusters, “well good news, my ma makes the best strawberry rhubarb crumble.” 

“Um, oh, thanks,” you try to smile but your lips just strain tightly over your teeth. You turn back to the counter and add the tomatoes to the bowl. 

“Salad looks yummy. Very colourful,” he comes closer. He’s so tall you can’t help but shrink down. “Bev’s right, that’s a really nice skirt. Suits you.” 

“Thanks,” you cheep. 

“Can I help with anything?” He offers. 

You look around him at Aunt Bev. She smiles and gestures as if to say, ‘go on’. You turn back to the cutting board and lay the knife down. 

“I’m almost done,” you say, “no thank you.” 

“Well, when you’re done, honey, why don’t you show him the garden?” Bev suggests, “she has really livened it up, you know? She spends hours out there.” 

“I’m sure. I’m excited to see it,” Cole agrees as he lingers close by, “nice house. Cozy.” 

“Ah, you know, we try to make it home,” your aunt preens. “I didn’t even say how nice you look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tie.” 

“Shucks,” he waves her off as he leans on the counter right next to your work space. 

You go to the fridge to get the container of feta and come back to sprinkle it over the salad. 

“Smells delicious too. Did you cook all this?” Cole asks as he looks down at you. 

“No,” you shake your head, “just the salad.” 

“She’s a good helper,” Bev beams and nears, taking the bowl from in front of you, “I’ll just go set this out on the patio table, why don’t you two go check out the garden?” 

“I’d love to,” Cole stands straight, “ladies.” 

He waves ahead of him and you hesitate. You pause to put the feta away then follow Bev towards the sliding doors. She goes out onto the deck and plants the large bowl on the wooden table. She stays there as you drag your feet past. You do your best to keep moving as you feel Cole getting too close. 

You go down the steps, nearly stumbling at the bottom. You cross your arms as you approach the garden where daffodils stand tally among the pansies. He puts his hands on his hips as he steps up. His blue eyes rove over the foliage as he peruses it thoughtfully. 

You peek over at him. He wears pale khakis and a grey button up rolled to his elbows, a trim of teal along the buttons. He wears a tie in a darker shade of grey as his hair is even fluffier than the last time you saw him. You shy away before he can catch you. 

“Wow, it’s so nice, and the placement is wonderful. Great for crossbreeding,” he points around. “You know a lot about plants?” 

“I read,” you say. “Library books. Aunt Bev brings them home.” 

“I love the library,” he chirps. 

“Oh, I don’t... I haven’t gone.” 

“Yet,” he insists, “one day, I’m sure.” 

You nod and fold your arms. You sway and search the grass. He kneels by the edge of the garden and touches a leaf. 

“What happened to your daylilies?” He asks. 

You bounce on your toes, “put them in my room.” 

“Really? You must have petals all over,” he chuckles as he continues to rustle the plants, feeling each one. “Do you have a favourite?” 

“I don’t know, they’re all pretty.” 

You nibble your lip. He talks a lot. He makes you talk a lot. You sniff and squeeze your arms. 

“Don’t get lost out there,” Aunt Bev startles you as she calls from the deck, “I’m about to bring the rest of the food out.” 

“Ah, thanks, Beverly,” Cole waves at her and smiles, turning to look at you, “shall we?” 

“Okay,” you don’t move. He doesn’t either. 

“You go first,” he says. 

You do as he says and he follows. The skirt flutters around your legs, swirling in a way that tickles the back of your knees. You’re not used to it. You never really wore one before.  

As you come up on the deck, he trails you toward the table. He sidles past you and pulls out a chair before you can do it yourself. He opens his hand to the seat, “please.” 

“Uh, thanks, you don’t have to...” 

“My ma always taught me manners,” he assures. 

You sit and he slides the chair toward the table, trapping you in it. He claims the one next to you, his elbow almost on the armrest of yours. You make yourself small. You’re really good at that. You miss when you could be invisible. 

Bev appears again, a long pare of tongs in her hand. She approaches the roiling BBQ and opens it up. As she turns the drumsticks, she smiles over at the table. 

“Don’t you two look ready to eat,” she trills. “I just told the others to come out and get a plate. Just gotta get this chicken and the potatoes.” 

She uses the tongs to transfer the drumsticks to a large serving plate. Cole clears his throat and gets up. He goes to take it from her and brings it to the table. 

“You are just the biggest, sweetheart,” she grins, “your mother must be so proud. Such a lucky lady.” 

“I do what I can,” he says, “don’t want you to burn yourself.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry about me. You do too much of that,” she removes the wrapped potatoes from the grill next, “I can’t thank you enough for helping us last weekend.” 

“Really, it’s fine. It was a very busy weekend,” he meets her again to take the next tray, ��I can tell a lost soul when I see one. I figured it was best to get her out of the tide before it swallowed her up. Sometimes I even get overwhelmed.” 

“It really was so amazing,” she insists, “we got more than enough. You make sure you take leftovers for your mother. She sent that lovely pie.” 

“Sure,” he agrees easily as he sets down the potatoes. He sits down once more, further crowding you. Is he that big or that oblivious. “She’s a nice girl,” he peers over at you and you look at the table, “I couldn’t just let her get lost.” He turns slightly in his chair, towards you, “I hope it didn’t scare you away. I have some new stuff I’m bringing next week; thought maybe you’d like to see.” 

“Oh, you know that would be so lovely, honey.” 

“If that’s too much,” Cole leans his elbow on the arm rest and extends his fingers as he speaks, “she could come up and see them at the farm. Right in their natural habitat.” 

“The farm?” Bev exclaims, “how exciting.” 

“Of course, you’re all welcome to come up and see. My ma loves having a full house but my sister never comes around anymore and it was only ever the two of us. She always wanted more but, ah, you know?” 

“That’s too bad,” Bev says, “but that would be so wonderful. Honey, wouldn’t you like to go see all his flowers?” 

“I could use some help potting too, if you have a set of hands to spare,” he suggests. “Not that I’m looking for free labour, I just... figured.” 

“We’d love to help out, wouldn’t we, honey?” 

That’s it. She’s given the answer for you. You can’t disagree with her or you’d be mean. You’re not a mean person. Not like she always said you were. 

“Sure,” you murmur. 

“We’ll make a day of it,” she sings, “just let me know when.” 

“Will do,” Cole says brightly. “Sorry, I’m a dweeb about these things. I don’t really meet a lot of people who like flowers as much as me.” 

“We can all use friends,” Bev goes to the sliding door and pushes it open, “right, hon?” You nod, choked of your voice and she sighs as she pokes her head inside, “where is everyone?” 

🌷

You help clear the table after dinner. You sit down as Cole gets up and you’re relieved to be on your own. The others sit on the other side of the table; Uncle Morris along with your cousins, Mason and Lena. The latter two are on their phones and Uncle Morris chews on toothpick. 

You’re content enough to watch the clouds in the sky. Aunt Bev is so good at keeping things lively but you never know what to say. You don’t really feel safe around anyone but her. She’s the one who found you, who helped you. 

You look down at your hands and the faded welts. There’s more up your forearms and on your legs. They are almost indiscernible, though a few are stark enough to be picked out. You rub your hands together, as if you might wipe them away. Some memories are wrought as much into your skin as your mind. 

The sliding door opens and your Uncle Morris sits up and pats his stomach, “ah, about time. Dessert! The best part of dinner.” 

Bev and Cole dole out the saucers. Yours is placed before you as he sits next to you again. You take your fork and spin it nervously. Morris is quick to dig in as your aunt asks Mason and Lena about school. Their conversation edges you out, but you’re used to that. You prefer it. You never have much to add. 

“You gonna try it?” Cole keeps his voice low as he pokes at his crumble. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you scoop up some of the reddish pink goop and oats. 

“You have to tell me the truth, if you like the rhubarb. I gotta report back to ma.” 

You nod and take a bite. You don’t like how he watches. It makes you self-conscious. His eyes linger on your hand as you slid the fork from your mouth and chew the tart dessert. Your cheeks pinch and you swallow tightly. You like it. 

“Well?” He nudges you and you wince. “Oh, sorry, are you okay? Was that too hard?” 

“No, I... I liked it,” you put the fork down and try to hide your arms. They’re oversensitive. Most of you is; just brushing against furniture can make you whimper. “Thank you.” 

“Told you, ma makes the best,” he proclaims, but a vee of worry remains between his brows, “you sure I didn’t hurt you?” 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you insist. You have to act normal. 

You grab your fork and take another bite. He continues to watch you, moving the crumble around as he does. You wish he'd stop looking so much. 

“Oh, wow, did that hurt?” He points to the back of your hand. That one scar that stands out. 

“No,” you lie. 

“What happened?” 

You shake your head, “nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you hiss and drop your fork. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“I’m not upset,” your eyes well and you flick your lashes. Your hand throbs. You hear the snap of the switch, you feel it against your tendons. You want to scream but you can’t. “I’m fine, I’m fine...” 

“I...” Cole babbles and looks around. The table is silent as you gulp for air. 

“Oh, hon,” Aunt Bev gets up and comes around to your chair, “have some water, alright?” 

“I didn’t... I don’t know what I did,” Cole stutters. 

“It’s not you, sweetie,” Bev pets your hair as she offers the glass of water. “She’s okay. She was out in the sun today, she gets a bit faint.” 

You want to cry even more. Not just for the embarrassment. Because you’re grateful. Because she lies so easily for you. She protects you like no one else ever has. 

“Can I go inside?” You whisper. 

“Sure, hon, I’ll put your dessert aside for you,” she smiles.  

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

First Tears: Chaggie

Chaggie Week of Firsts - Day 4

In the Morningstar mansion (castle, it's definitely a small scale castle) guest bedroom where Vaggie is sitting up in bed with fresh bandages. Charlie is sitting on a plush chair at her bed side. The remains of a shared lunch sit on a platter on the bedside table.

Charlie: Soooooo.... Pa-pa-pa... (taps her hands against the edge of the bed) How are you feeling?

Vaggie: Honestly, I'm doing much better. (clears her throat) I probably should have said this earlier, but thank you. For all the help. I'm not used to... well... any of this.

Charlie: (beams with sunshine sparkles) It's no problem! Really! Actually, you being here has been amazing!

Vaggie: I've literally just been sleeping and being a leach.

Charlie: YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE A LEACH!!! Ah! Sorry. You're not a leach, Vaggie. I've appreciated your company. (softens and stares down at her hands on the bed) It makes the estate feel less... lonely.

Vaggie: (eyes soften) Hey.

Charlie: (looks up at Vaggie) Hmm?

Vaggie: (gently places her hand on Charlie's) I get it.

Bedroom Clock: Tick! .... Tick! .... Tick! .... Tick! .... DONG!!!

Vaggie: (blushes and looks at her hand before quickly tearing it away) Sorry! Sorry. I probably should have asked first.

Charlie: (blushing so hard her cheek circles disappear - thinking: I'm never washing this hand again - before snapping back to the present) NO!!! No! It's fine! Fine! Really! I've already manhandled you while you were topless, it's only fair!

Vaggie: (remaining eye nearly pops out of her socket as she blushes harder)

Charlie: (stomach drops) NOT LIKE THAT!!!! Like from when I've helped you bandage your back!!! I haven't been sneaking into your room at night to cop-a-feel!!! I swear!!!

-Awkward Silence-

Charlie: (trying her damndest to save the conversation) H-Have you ever wondered why.... pineapples don't wear sunglasses?

Vaggie: (blinks in sheer shock at the sudden shift in conversation) Pineapples don't have eyes.

Charlie: But imagine if they did! They'd be the coolest fruit around. Speaking of cool, do you know what's cool? Penguins. They waddle around like they own the ice.

Vaggie: Uh-huh...

Charlie: And then there are those random thoughts that pop into your head! Like, why do we say "heads up!" when we really mean "duck"?

Vaggie: (rolls her eye as she slowly untenses her shoulders) ......I've got to be dreaming right now.

Charlie: (completely misses Vaggie's statement) Oh! D-Did you know that the universe is expanding? It's like a giant balloon getting bigger and bigger, except there's no clown making balloon animals out of stars.

Vaggie: Pfft! (covers her mouth) Charlie, please...

Charlie: Okay, okay, I'll stop... After I tell you about this amazing deodorant I found! It smells like vanilla mixed with a hint of honey, and it mixes perfectly with my cherry apple shampoo and body wash! I smell like an apple pie!

Vaggie: (whole face goes blank) Did- .....Did you just say you smell like an apple pie?

Charlie: Um... yes? Isn't it delightful?

Vaggie: ....heh

Charlie: Vaggie?

Vaggie: Hehehehe...

Charlie: Vaggie, are you okay?

Vaggie: (bursts into laughter so loud that it makes Razzle and Dazzle jump up from their naping spot in the windowsill) I cannot believe you're real!!!

Charlie: (undignified pout) Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?

Vaggie: (doubles over in laughter as tears stream down her cheeks) You... you smell like an apple pie!

Charlie: (pout sets deeper) Hey, don't make fun of me!

Vaggie: (still laughing and wiping away a tear) I'm sorry! I just... I can't believe you actually said that!

Charlie: (smiling back before pretending to scoff haughtily) Well, it's true! And it's not just any apple pie, it's like... gourmet apple pie!

Vaggie: (gets sent into another round of giggles) You're the Princess of Hell for fuck's sakes, Charlie!

Charlie: (trying to hold back her own laughter) And I smell A-MA-ZING!!!

Vaggie: I shouldn't be laughing! That shampoo and body wash you gave me makes me smell like a pina colada every time I shower!

Charlie: (laughter finally bursts passed her lips) Maybe I did that on purpose! Make you smell so good I want to drink you down!

Vaggie: (still giggling) What? You want me to take a bite out of you while you drink me in or something? I don't think you taste as good as an actual pie, Charlie.

Charlie: (snickering) Wanna find out?

-Pause as the world goes silent-

Charlie: (blushing) I-I mean....

Vaggie: (arches an eyebrow and smirks) Maybe another time, princesa. We did just eat lunch.

Charlie: (steam billows out of her ears as she undergoes a full body blush) Hoooooooh-oh-okay.....

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

Hii!! I think I saw you asking for more pearlrose comic moments so I can give you a funny one: on issue #33 from 2019 Peridot accidentally gets Pearl hyperfixated on a fictional character in Camp Pining Hearts called Counselor....... Peony (very subtle) 😭 She was all judgy at first but the way her eyes SPARKLED when she saw the character... “I hate this kind of enterta-- pink?? lady?? say no more!!”

JUST LOOK AT HER. Her EYES. Get someone who looks at you the same way Pearl looks at her new beloved blorbo.

I love her so much.

another pearlrose moment from the steven universe comics, issue 33, 2019

thank you so much, i love this. i love pearl saying she was wondering when [peony] was coming back, because peony reminds her of rose. it almost seems like a subtle reference to love like you, but that’s probably just me. i also love pearl’s sassy side, and i love that we got to see that in the comic.

please feel free to send more pearlrose comic moments and i’ll share them here, with an image description ! also, gigi-mari, i think you’re the person who sent me an ask about it’s over, isn’t it. i’m writing a long post that answers another ask right after this, but it includes a part where your question should be answered because it has quotes from creators and everything ! but i am so sorry for the late responses, people. catching up on asks now after just personal things,, but they’re always open and i love asks so much

🩷

[image description: the first image depicts pearl standing in front of amethyst and peridot, who are sitting on a couch in the living room. amethyst says: “yo, pearl! come watch this show with us! this kid looks like he’s gonna blow up!” pearl sits down as the show from peridot’s tablet says, “one more,” and “percy, please!” and amethyst says, “he’s totally gonna hurl,” with pearl adding, “why did he eat all that pie? of course he’s going to be sick.” they all sit around peridot’s tablet, amethyst and peridot with excited expressions and pearl with a disgusted expression.

the second image depicts pearl saying, “i’m afraid i don’t see the appeal of watching a child gorge himself on dessert.” peridot says, “it’s not about that, it’s about campers and…” pearl interrupts her by saying, “wait, who’s that?” peridot says, “that’s counsellor peony.” on the screen is a woman with wavy hair resembling rose, a camp counsellor who says, “great work, everyone!” peridot says, “she’s one of the four supreme leaders of the camp, in charge of watching over everyone from the arts and crafts cabin to the dining hall.” pearl has stars in her eyes and her hand over her mouth, staring in adoration. peridot adds, “in season five, she—” but amethyst cuts her off with, “i like her shorts.”

the third image depicts pearl, suddenly very immersed in the show. the screen says, “i love you, peony! don’t leave the camp!” and penny replies with, “i’m sorry, patrick, but there are campers who need me out there around the world!” pearl says, “she’s so dedicated to her cause!” and peridot says, “according to the camp pining hearts online encyclopedia, she went to be on a season of paw and order, whatever that is.”

the fourth image depicts pearl and peridot watching the show as it’s gotten dark outside. pearl says she was wondering when penny would come back. peridot says, “but…”

the fifth image has pearl, amethyst, and peridot. peridot says, “so much more of the plot and story could be explored if they didn’t waste time on the romance! and it’s not even good romance! it’s all wrong!” and pearl agrees. the next panel has steven watching them as pearl says, “as a show so preoccupation with romance, it can’t seem to recognize how counsellor peony is much too good for a man like patrick. in the final panel, steven is smiling as he watches the three of them talk and laugh together as the show plays. end of image description.]

[bow-of-aros]

Day Sixteen: Cackle

Summary: Steph wants to know if Peter, Ruth, and Richie want to come over to her place, but Ruth and Richie have decided to be pains in the ass so Peter doesn't think they should be allowed to.

They don't exactly take too kindly to that :)

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Guys. GUYS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! I literally went crazy writing this fic why haven't I written them before?????? They're so precious and I just alsdj;kflasjkdsajdp you know?? Anyway, I hope that y'all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <33

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Peter was hanging out with Ruth and Richie at Richie’s after school.

Well, technically, they were supposed to be studying for the biology test at the end of the week, but it was only Monday, and none of them were that nervous about it.

And, the call of Super Smash Bros was just too strong to resist.

After winning his third game in a row, and subsequently performing his third victory dance, his friends started getting really competitive, which was a little terrifying considering the baseline level of Ruth’s competitiveness on any given day.

“Come on, Peter!” Ruth whined after a Smash Attack sent her flying off the platform, “When the hell did you get good at this? What happened to little Petey Pie who used to jump into the void all the time?”

Peter dodged an attack from Richie, floating up into the air just to slam back down, “He got sick of his friends kicking his ass all the time and decided to do some ass-kicking of his own. HA! Take that, fucker!”

The screen flashed as Ruth and Richie groaned, proclaiming Peter as the victor once more.

“You are not playing as your main next time! You can be, like, Doctor Mario or something.” Richie was already setting up the next game thanks to his eternal claim as player one.

I’m the best of you! And you’re the best of me! And together we are free—

“Hey Steph! What’s up?”

Peter ignored the way Richie gagged at the sound of his ringtone and how Ruth’s eyes lit up at Steph’s name, pressing his phone against his ear with his shoulder in order to select Steve from the collection of avatars before either of his friends could get to it.

“Oh, nothing much!” Steph’s voice came through a little tinny, and Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he was on speaker while she did some chores around the house.

“I was just wondering if you had anything planned tomorrow night.”

As Steph was talking, Ruth was doing her level best to crawl across Peter’s lap and put her ear up to his phone despite his attempts to elbow her away.

“Lemme hear!” Ruth hissed.

Peter just stuck his tongue out and redoubled his efforts.

“Uh, no, not really!” His phone jostled as Richie tried to wedge it out from under his ear and Peter had to snatch it back, “Why do you ask?”

“Are you doing alright over there, Pete?” Steph’s voice was tinged with amusement as though she could see the human pretzel that Ruth and Richie were dragging him into.

“Yeah! Everything’s fine!” Peter swatted Richie’s prying hands while attempting to use his feet to keep Ruth away, “What were you gonna ask?”

He could hear something rustle as Steph picked her phone up, turning it off of speaker mode and holding it up to her ear.

He could also hear the overlapping “Come onnnnnnn,” and “We just wanna say hi!” from his friends as Richie tried once again to worm his fingers around Peter’s phone.

“Ah!” And wriggling right against his neck.

Silence echoed as Ruth and Richie exchanged evil looks.

Aw fuck.

“—if you three would want to hang out at my place?” Peter had missed the first half of that sentence due to the now-sporadic squeezes at his knees and more purposeful scratching at his neck, but he was sure that he could make an educated guess.

“I, uh, I don’t know if they can mAKE ihit.”

He’d nearly gotten through the whole sentence without cracking, but then Ruth had started spidering her fingers in the soft spot behind his knees which she knew was unfair, and a small squeak had broken through.

Peter did his best to seal his lips shut as Steph said, “Aw, are you sure? My dad will be out and I can order all of us pizza.”

“Mhm!”

You see, Peter would feel bad about lying to Steph on a regular day. But, considering that his friends had decided to be conniving assholes today, he figured that she would forgive him just this once.

“Are you sure that you’re alright? You sound kinda…nervous.”

Steph sounded genuinely concerned, so Peter kicked Ruth back into the couch and threw an elbow into Richie’s gut so that he could scramble to his feet, trying to subtly catch his breath.

“Yeah, sorry!” They were both already up and after him, so Peter had to dodge grabbing hands as he said, “It’s just that I think Ruth and Richie are too busy being annoying little brats to hang out tomorrow night!”

Twin gasps echoed through the room as both Ruth and Richie’s jaws dropped in indignation.

“How dare you—”

“Spankoffski get your lying ass over here!”

Peter dove out of the way just in time to hear Steph’s “Ohhhhhhhh,” of realization before she broke out into laughter.

“You really had me worried for a second there, Pete!” Richie caught him around the waist and started the not-so-difficult process of wrestling him to the ground, “Maybe you can come over and they can join when they learn to behave!”

It seemed like Ruth heard that last part as she let out an affronted “HEY!”

“Yeah, I think that would be bEST—Wait! Richie nononono shihihihit!”

Ruth managed to pry his phone out of his hands as Richie went straight for the kill, drawing out frantic cackles with ruthless clawing at his ribs.

“Hey, Steph!” Ruth said cheerfully as a sudden jump to Peter’s upper ribs startled a shriek out of him before falling back into hysterics.

“This is for playing the same overpowered character in Smash Bros! SMASH ATTACK!” Richie cried as he vibrated a hand into his victim’s stomach, prompting him to curl up in hopeless defense.

Meanwhile, Ruth was still talking to Steph, “Oh, we would love to come over to hang out! But,” she added, cutting Peter a sly glance, “we don’t want to intrude if Peter doesn’t want us there!”

She stood there for a moment, nodding to whatever Steph was saying, “Of course! Here, you can ask him yourself!”

And then she hit a button on his phone and Steph’s voice rang out, “Hey Pete! So, I was just talking to Ruth and I wanted to double-check if you were totally sure about them not being able to make it tomorrow night.”

“Steheheheph! Hehehehelp!” Was all he could get out in between fits of laughter.

His friends broke out into giggles as Steph said, “I can’t do much for you right now, but if you bring Ruth and Richie over I could help you out with some well-earned revenge! How does that sound?”

Peter could feel Richie’s fingers falter at the threat and see the faint blush rising on Ruth’s face through the tears that had begun to form in his eyes.

“Okay! Deal! They can come!” He took advantage of Richie’s moment of hesitation to get out his response and quickly rolled away, popping up to snatch his phone back out of Ruth’s hands.

“See you tomorrow! Love you! Bye!” And he hung up the phone to the sound of Steph’s laughter before whirling around to his so-called friends.

Peter flung one choice finger out at Ruth, “Fuck you!”

And then the other at Richie, “Fuck you more!”

They just grinned at him as he slumped back down on the couch and reached for his controller, “I think I deserve to kick your asses for a bit now.”

The groans that they let out were undermined by the way they both picked up their own remotes before sitting on either side of him. Richie leaned against Peter while Ruth dropped her head on his shoulder, and the warmth seeped through to his very core.

Well, Peter thought as Richie hit play, there are definitely worse ways to spend an evening than with my two best friends.

Now to kick. Their. Asses.

[hanako-san]

It's tsukasa really a psychopath?

Tsukasa is not a psychopath! Okay, he has moments where he might look like that and he isn't. Tsukasa is just too OP, that's all. There's something about Tsukasa, and it's no wonder he may seem that way, but he's actually a good boy still trying to fulfill his beloved older brother's desires.

He has experienced many deaths, 3 in total?

Sacrifice for Amane

Burning in the red house

Killed by Amane

and there is still that humanity in him and the desire to fulfill Amane's wishes, which he is trying to achieve, as he said. Tsukasa is like Amane, he will do anything to fulfill his goal and will not back down. It's obvious they are twins and different, but they have some things in common, like this. Tsukasa also grants the wishes of nene, who wants to know more about Amane. He still does it.

She went to the past through the door in "everywhere and nowhere" where Tsukasa sent her. He didn't want to get rid of her, but to show a piece of Amane's past.

I absolutely don't think Tsukasa is a psychopath, he's a cutie pie.

He is a caring younger brother who wants the best for his older brother and if he promises something, he promises it. The situation with nene is a perfect example, he is a bit extreme, no wonder he is a supernatural person and there is a 'weak god' inside him, but this boy is still there. His only flaw is his rejection of Amane's feelings!! Stubborn little guy!!! Tsukasa also is trustworthy.

Tsukasa is more than just 'scary', he has a lot of depth, pain, love and care in him.

And honestly, I used to hate Tsukasa analyzing Tsukasa which helped me see the good in him.

AR showed that it's not worth to belive the first impression and quick to judge..

Meaning: Amane was supposed to 'hate Tsukasa and put him lower than nene' but it turned out otherwise. Amane's words to Tsukasa that he loves him are pure 'poetry' Amane chose such beautiful words to say that he loves him most in the world and that he is his most important person whom he wants to protect. Tsukasa was supposed to have a 'grudge' towards Amane when he reminded him of his death, but it turns out that he has no grudge and wants to die again for Amane.

Amane and Tsukasa are supposed to hate each other, but the truth is that they love each other so much and both want to protect each other.

Tsukasa is really something more, but have to see that - he won't show his emotions, he will hide them under a fake smile. Same as Amane. Both of them will not express their emotions, they just hide them, and if they show them, it is rare and depends on the situation. They are not expressive. You need to analyze them, look deeper than, for example, nene, who is really expressive in her behavior and does not hide them, which is why she is so easy to understand. But it's different with twins, you really have to want to understand and analyze them. They are both complex characters

That's why the twins are the best in the entire series.

Tsukasa is not a psychopath! It's supposed to look like this, but it actually doesn't. From his curious behavior, can also understand that this thing in him gave him a chance to grow up, his brain is still a 4-year-old kid and he will remain that way. He'll be a 13-year-old ghost with a 4-year-old brain. This cannot be missed or avoided. This curious stuff of his belongs to his original 4-year-old self.

Sure, his methods to satisfy his curiosity are extreme, but Tsukasa is a very smart boy who knows that as a supernatural, nothing limits him and he can afford more than when he 'lived'.

To me, Tsukasa is not a psychopath.

I think I went a little too far….. But I hope it doesn't bother you. I love Tsukasa too, but much less. I love analyzing and talking about the twins separately and together, they are truly amazing. Even though I went a bit too far(i think), I hope you like my answer.

Thanks for the ask!

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Five

Previous

"Wait, so basically, you want me to leave my Brother and his friends alone, to hang around with you lot and "act like a Slytherin" just to piss them off?" I raised my eyebrows "Ha, Ha funny joke, thank you very much for wasting my time but i'll be off now-" I said about to get up and leave, but was stopped.

"Weasley, you will do it or else" Malfoy threatened

"Or else what? if this is how you guys get girls to hang out with you? no wonder the only one who clings to you is Pansy, you really need to work on your gentleman skills"

"You know we can make your life at Hogwarts miserable, right?" Nott told me as he squat down, resting his elbows on his knees, to look me in the eyes

"Oh dont worry, another minute in here and you will have sealed the deal, I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life just looking at your faces"

"Whats Weasley doing in the boys dorms?" Zabini asked

"I heard Weasley's first kiss was a house elf" Nott joined in

"I heard Weasley was secretly dating Goyle"

"you three are a bunch of mean girls, oh my god" I said

"I heard Weasley spent the last few years in Azkaban"

"I heard Weasley was sent away at birth, because her parents didn't want her"

"I heard Weasley was really half goblin"

"I heard Weasley was only friends with Potter for his riches"

"What-No I'm not!" I protested

                                                               

"back to the matter at hand, Rumours can ruin just about anyone, especially around the certain crowd, and we have a big influence on The students at Hogwarts and what they believe, so make things easier for yourself and agree" Malfoy said, with an air of authority

"You really think i'm that scared of a few rumours, nice try, I've been dealing with them since I got here, besides, I thought you all hate me for being a supposed blood traitor, whatever that means" I crossed my arms over my chest

"Yes, well we all make sacrifices, and you're close to potty and weasel-" Theo said

"Hey! thats as much an insult to me as well as him you know!" I argued back

"Does Your brother really know why your home?" Malfoy asked me

"what?" I snapped my eyes up to look at him, I could feel my cheeks glowing red and my arms loosing from the criss cross

"What would happen if he and everyone else found out the real reason you left, sorry I mean got thrown out of Beauxbatons" He raised an eyebrow, knowing he had finally caught my attention

"Malfoy, no! you can't, how did you even, you wouldn't" I gasped

"I have my sources, Weasley, now agree if you dont want your little secret spilled"

I looked around the room,  by the looks of it, Malfoy had told Zabini and Nott, thats if he actually knew and wasn't just bluffing, but I couldn't take that chance, dropping my head to stare at the floor in defeat "fine" I whispered

"What was that?" Nott had put his hand to his ear

"I said fine" I said a little louder

"Brilliant, lets go get dinner, I'm starving" Draco stretched, being mindful of his arm and they went to walk out.

Nott grabbed my wrists and pulled me up before putting his arm over my shoulder, I didn't have the energy to shrug it off though.

Before we went down the stairs I went to sprint to the girls dormitories but was unsuccessful with Nott's hold on me and Crabbe had returned to block the way

"tut tut, Weasley, its dinner, you dont want to miss that, anymore" Draco  mocked.

I dreaded it when we got to the Great Hall, My cheeks instantly blushed when i looked over to the Gryffindor table and caught all my siblings and Harry & Hermione looking at me in confusion to be with not only Malfoy but Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle but Theodore Notts arm around my shoulders, I was hoping that they could see the pleading look in my eyes and realise that I didn't like this but all I could see on my twins face was hurt and anger, even Fred and George looked annoyed.

"Cheer up Weasley, theres Pie!" Nott cheered as we sat down at the Slytherin table, me sandwiched between Nott and Goyle, Malfoy and Zabini sitting opposite and Crabbe next to Goyle.

I just sat there, staring at my plate, feeling miserable for myself ignoring Nott who had started piling food on to his plate and mine

"Eat up, Weasley" He patted my back hard.

I continued to stare at the food as they delved into conversations about Quidditch and the game coming up Saturday, Slytherin vs Gryffindor, until Malfoy and Zabini revealed that Slytherin had decided to swap with Hufflepuff due to their seeker having an injured arm but really it was because they didn't want to play in the horrible weather.

I hadn't said a word the rest of the night, it felt like a weight was lifted from my chest when I went to bed and could sleep this horrible day away.

It was Friday, the day before Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff and I was sat in Defence Against the Dark Arts, next to Hermione.

I had got to the Classroom extra early just to avoid the Slytherin boys, I don't think I could cope being sat next to, either Nott, Malfoy or Zabini for another class.

Ron was sat on his own at a desk as Harry hadn't shown up, he refused to even acknowledge me and instead moped at his desk.

I was surprised when Professor Snape had been the one teaching the class today, I was curious to know what had happened to Lupin but bit my tongue, knowing Snape wouldn't have the patience for my questions.

It was Ten minutes into the lesson when Harry had dashed inside.

"Sorry im late, Professor Lupin, I- he finally looked up to realise that Lupin wasn't here at all, but actually it was Snape, bless him, I was getting second hand embarrassment just watching.

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down" But of course the bloody idiot didn't.

"Wheres Professor Lupin?" Harry had voiced my question

"He says he is feeling too ill to teach today?" Snape said with a smile, kinda strange if you ask me "I believe I told you to sit down?"

And yet he still decided not to move

"Harry, just sit down!" I told him, having a hard time keeping my mouth shut.

I was shocked when he actually listened but I knew he wasn't finished with his questions

"I am very capable of handling my students, Weasley!" Snape snapped at me, making me shrink in my seat

"Whats wrong with him?" Harry had asked instead of just shutting up

"Nothing life-threatening, five more points from Gryffindor, and if you ask another question it will be fifty" Harry had decided to save his house by not saying anything further

"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any records of the topics you have covered so far-"

"Please, Sir, we've done Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas and Grindylows," Hermione rushed out from beside me "and we're just about to start-"

"Be quiet" Snape cut her off coldly "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organisation."

"He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had" A boy from Gryffindor, I'm pretty sure was Dean Thomas had said boldy, the other Gryffindors and myself agreed, and this seemed to piss the old slime ball right off, it was all over his face, awe we must of touched a nerve.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly over-taxing you - I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and Grindylows. Today we shall discuss- he paused to flip the book "Werewolfs"

Malfoy mockingly howled like a wolf, The Slytherin boys laughed.

"But, sir, We're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks-" Hermione burst

"Miss Granger, I was under the impression that I was taking this lesson, not you-

"Well then teach us what we're supposed to learn, oh wise Professor, or you might as well bugger off back to the dungeons and 'Mione can teach it, I'm sure I can speak for the majority of us when I say we will learn a whole lot more, and better" I spat, having enough of him disrespecting my friends and acting like he was on his high horse.

"Miss Weasley, I hope you have no plans for the rest of this week, as you will be spending it in detention, am I understood?" Snape curled his lip as he said this, I could just feel the Slytherin boys eyes drilling into the back of my skull

"Eye eye cap'n" I saluted, that man doesn't even know how much he just saved my arse and helped me get out of being with them.

"Now, all of you, turn to Page three hundred and ninety-four Now!"

"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" Snape asked the class

Everyone sat in silence, except Hermione, who shot her hand up in the air so fast, I thought she was going to take my ear off

"Anyone?" Snape asked, completely ignoring Hermione

"Oh this is just cruel" I mumbled

Snapes creepy smile was back "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between-"

"We told you" said another Gryffindor, but I wasn't sure of her name  "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on-"

"Silence!" Snape barked, making me jump an inch in the air "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognise a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make  point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are ..."

"Please, Sir" Hermione practically begged "The werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout  of the werewolf-

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn,  Miss Granger, Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

I watched as my friend had gone bright red and her eyes pooling with tears, before I could say anything back, Ron had said loudly "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you dont want to be told?"

"Detention, Weasley, Maybe the both of you can learn some manners and how to properly behave inside of the classroom then" He said snidely as he looked at me and my brother.

We sat in silence for the rest of the class, letting the over grown bully win this round.

"Very poorly explained ... that is incorrect, the Kappa is more commonly found in Magnolia ... Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't have given it three ..." Snape said as he examined the work we had been doing for Lupin.

"correct me if im wrong, but im sure he taught potions, as he's not good enough for this one?" I whispered to Hermione, who bit her tongue to hold in a laugh.

When the bell rang I was ready to thank Merlin but obviously we were not that fortunate as the slime ball held us back

"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognise and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Miss Weasley and Mr Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detentions."

Everyone else had left the classroom, leaving only Snape, Ron and I.

Snape went into detail about our horrific and unjustified detentions for a solid Five minutes, throughout the whole time Ron didn't even take a single glance at me, he was seriously getting on my nerves with his bad temper.

After Snape dismissed us, Ron marched out the room, leaving me to jog a bit to at least try and catch up to him.

"Ron!" I called his name out in the hall when he joined Harry and Hermione "Ron, will you just listen to what I  have to say!"

"Piss off, Keira" He snapped before storming off with Hermione in tow, trying to calm him down.

Harry lingered back a bit, offering me a sympathetic look then soon followed them, I watched their backs disappear around the corner, my shoulders dropping.

"Detention for the next three days, huh? do you really find my handsome face that hard to resist you seek out ways to stay away from us" Nott teased as he draped an arm over my shoulders and steered us in the direction of the dungeons.

"Oh Theodore, you Pronounced heinous wrong, and no, I did not get them just to give me a reason to stay away from you, I was sticking up for my friend , that was just a bonus" I grinned up at him and patted his cheek "ta ta Nott"

Before any of them could stop me I ran to the Library to start my studying on Werewolves, I didn't even care if I looked dumb.

•

"Weasley" Draco drawled as I walked into the Slytherin common room and headed for the girls dormitories to get ready for my detention with Snape and Ron.

"No, I'm busy" I said, not even bothering to look towards the group and rushed out of sight so I could get changed for my detention, in a pair of baggy pyjama bottoms and one of my brothers old t-shirts, that drowned me in the fabric.

Clever thinking Keira, cause now I could jump right into bed without disturbing the others.

I then ran back down stairs, after reaching the bottom of the stairs I doubled over to catch my breath, I really needed to start working out more.

"She's back!" Theodore cheered

"Still busy" I said as I tied my hair up in a pony tail and sped walked back out of the Slytherin common room before I was any later than I already was.

•

"Ron, please talk to me, this would be a lot easier if you weren't ignoring me!" I whined at my brother for the Forth time in the last two hours

"Shut up, Keira" he snapped, continuing to scrub a bedpan

"I don't actually know why you're mad at me, by the way, so I have no clue how I can make it up to you if I don't know what I did"

"you serious- are you for real- do you ever think"

"yes, actually, I do!"

"Pha, okay, nice one"

"Will you stop! I just want us to be alright again, please Ron" I dropped the bedpan I had been scrubbing, to show how serious I was.

"just get on with it so we can leave" He said in a final tone, and didn't say a word for the rest of the detention.

Luckily the Common room was empty by the time I had got there so I could easily pass out in my bed.

•

"I am not going!" I crossed my arms over my chest "I don't like quidditch, and its cold, and the weather is horrible"

"Then be sure to wrap up warm" Draco said flatly

"Aw, is the Malfoy brat not used to hearing the word No? see it means I'm not going to do what you say just because you told me, here it is again, ready? No!"

"I hate you all" I groaned, huddling up closer to Zabini under the umbrella in order not to get soaked in the rain, Nott and Malfoy sharing one next to us

"Look theres Potter!" Nott pointed him out causing him to look in our direction, the three of them laughed and jeered at him, but I tried offering him a comforting smile

"Hi Harry, Good luck!" I shouted to him, him blushing and mumbling a thanks in return

"You know, you could at least act like you're a Slytherin" Zabini told me

"Did you see how he blushed, where's my camera when I need it, that was adorable" Nott laughed "Why was he blushing like that?"

"I dont know, But Ron did mention how he didn't shut up talking about me when I said I was gonna kiss him" I thought out loud "What? stop looking at me like that! I wasn't actual- holy gargoyles, who is that?" I pointed at one of the Hufflepuff players he was tall and extremely handsome with chiselled features, dark hair, and bright grey eyes.

He was perfect in every way

"Him? Thats Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuffs seeker" Malfoy said

"He's all looks but no brains" Nott said

"He's the love of my life" I sighed "Oh my god! he just looked in our way, hows my hair, is there something on my face?" I freaked out

"He was probably looking at Draco and Blaise because they are on the Slytherin Quidditch team" Nott rolled his eyes.

"I thought you said you liked Wood" Malfoy said

"Hush Malfoy, No, not since he kicked me out of the Gryffindor practise cause he thought I would rat out their plays" I mumbled the rest and rolled my eyes

"I thought you didn't like Quidditch, why would you go to their practise?" Zabini asked

"Shush, the games starting" I hushed him and stared at the Pitch

"No its n-

"Shh".

•

"See, Diggory is obviously more fitter, but I dont know, that Scottish accent gets me excited"

"Right!" I slapped Theodore's arm and agreed "and the way he's so passionate about the sport"

"Will you two shut up!" Malfoy shouted at us over the howling winds

I had no idea what was going on and who was winning, and I didn't care, the only interesting thing was just Hermione casting a spell on Harry's glasses so he could see in the rain, yeah, that was it.

I was soaked from the rain, my hair a mess from the wind and I could barely feel my hands.

"Can they just hurry up already! I wanna go in-

"Woah, look!" Theodore cut me off to point at Harry who had slipped on his broom, falling down a few feet, he seemed to have regained control, Diggory speeding on his tail, he noticed the  snitch and sped for it, and thats when they came.

Hundreds of Dementors surrounded the pitch, everything freezing over, it was like they were absorbing happiness, i felt even colder on the inside.

The Dementors swarmed Harry and suddenly he was falling to the ground, I couldn't focus on anything but Harry's body plummeting, And then he hit the ground. Ron and Hermione had already ran to him as well as the other quidditch players and teachers, I went to run to him but was stopped by Malfoy

"Get off me!" I barked at him, ripping my arm out of his grip and legged it.

I felt awkward in the hospital wing, like I shouldn't be here, should I be here? I counted Harry as one of my friends, but maybe I was just his best friends twin sister to him, not to mention I was the only Slytherin in a room full of Gryffindors.

We gathered around his bed looking over him,  I was stood next to Hermione and George, Harry was still unconscious.

"Lucky the ground was so soft"

"I thought he was dead for sure"

"But he didn't even break his glasses" I saw the slight winces and Movements of Harry as he was gaining consciousness

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life"

"Guys, shut up, Harry's waking up" I cut off their whispering 

"Harry!" Fred had said "How're you feeling?"

"What happened?" Harry asked, and sat up so fast I could tell I wasn't the only one who got hit with worry

"You fell off, Must've been - what - fifty feet?" Fred told him

"We thought you died" Alicia, who had introduced herself and the rest of the team to me, had said

I heard Hermione make a small squeaky noise, I quickly put my hand on her shoulder to calm her, I dont really know if it helped but I didn't really know what else to do.

"But the match, What happened? Are we having a replay?"

No one answered his question, I didn't simply because I didn't know what happened.

"We didn't- lose?"

"Diggory got the snitch" George sighed " Just after you fell. He didn't realise what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square ... even Wood admits it"

"Where is Wood?"

"Still in the showers" Said Fred " we think he's trying to drown himself" I Turned my head so fast to look at my brother in shock, I thought I gave myself whiplash, at how casual he said that

"Should someone go check on him?!" I asked him, but he just shrugged his shoulders

"C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before"

"There had to be to be one time you didn't get it" George followed Fred in trying to cheer him up

"It's not over yet, We lost by a hundred points, right? so if Hufflepuff lose to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin ..."

"Hufflepuff'll have to lose by at least two hundred points" George said.

"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"No way, Ravenclaw are too good. But if Slytherin lose against Hufflepuff..."

"It all depends on the points - a margin of a hundred points either way-"

As they were all discussing the points and how they could possibly have a chance of winning, I watched Harry lay there in silence, and my heart hurt for him, he probably felt like this was all his fault, I wish there was something that I or all of us could do to make this better for him.

I dont even think he knew about his broom yet.

Eventually Madam Pomfrey kicked us out so Harry could rest.

"We'll come and see you later" Fred reassured him "Don't beat yourself up, Harry, You're still the best seeker we've ever had"

"Yeah, Harry, I dont even know whats happening half the time but from what I could tell, your brilliant" I smiled at him before following the rest out, except for Ron and Hermione, I chose to leave as, one, I thought we all were, and two because I guessed he would probably want time alone with his best friends.

"So, is the boy who lived...alive?" Theodore asked me, when I walked into the Slytherin Common room, trailing water and mud behind me, filch would hang me by my wrists if he saw.

"Yeah, He's awake, Ron and Hermione's with them" I waved them off and then walked up to the dorms to get changed and warm up, readying myself for my second detention in a row.

Next

[echoweaver]

New Year's Resolutions 2024

Thanks to @nocturnalazure for tagging me!

Also, anyone else I might've missed. 😢 I don't know if there's a way to distinguish being tagged on a post vs on a comment in tumblr, but it would be helpful when I know I was tagged a bit ago, but I don't remember by whom.

What's your resolution for your simblr?

OK, I guess I have some categories of goals.

Modding resolution: Release the Warriorcats Mod.

This mod is really close to done, but I'm in animation muck. I both hate seeing animations look bad AND I'm not an animator. For training interactions, I need multi-sim animations where one sim observes while the other acts, and when I tried to do this, I realized that I have a lot to learn before I can make this do what I want. I need one more good run in a geeky minset, and this thing will be read to at least release as beta.

This thing is bottlenecking other smaller mod ideas. I'm proud of it, and I want to finish it. But the turn of the year has been really bad for high-effort hobby energy.

For those who have sent me asks about this mod, I am going to say something that you should absolutely not apply any other modder, including me, for anything else. Bugging me about this (in a nice way!) is probably the best way to get it finished. Hearing from folks who use my pets mods makes my heart sing. Knowing that someone cares is the best source of positive energy I have.

It's a new year, and some very high-stress stuff in my personal life has improved. I know can do this in 2024.

In my points of low mood, I have wondered if there's even any point to finishing something this high-effort for a game this old. But, like Minecraft, TS3 never seems to die. 2022-3 was actually a modding renaissance. I have built some interest in TS4 at the end of this year, but it hasn't made me even a little bit interested in abandoning TS3. So I'm going to do my best to set that demotivating nonsense aside.

Gaming resolution: Finish the Samples.

I can't believe I actually wrote that, but it could happen in 2024. Generation 8 is starting in gameplay, and in a 10-generation legacy, this is the last "complete" generation.

I will never do another 10-generation anything. There are two many different and interesting

Blogging resolution: Catch the Wonderlands up to the present.

I stopped playing halfway through Gen 3. I originally started posting this challenge on tumblr during Gen 2 when I created this simblr some horrifying number of years ago. Gen 1 was all on Wordpress and is new to the simblr. I've been reluctant to play forward on the challenge until I can bring the simblr with it.

2. What do you want from the sims franchise?

Haha. That's a complicated question. I think I may always be a TS3 player at my core. I send retroactive apologies to every TS2 players I looked askance at ten+ years ago. With that in mind, I can't reasonably expect much of anything from EA on my core hobby.

My pie-in-the-sky dream would be a 64-bit update for TS3 on Windows. That's not completely impossible, but it doesn't look likely to happen.

I'm keeping an eye on Project Rene. EA has given a good sense that they learned from the player response to TS3 & 4, and 5 could be a good synthesis. OTOH, the PRIMARY ask I have from them is 100% offline play, and I don't have a lot of hope. Though EA made the commitment to offline play for TS4, they've been clawing it back by inches over the years, and they even quietly made it impossible to install fresly-downloaded TS3 store content on 1.67. I'm fighting hard to keep my TS3 game at 1.67 because I want to be able to play on airplanes and in places I simply cannot log in. I don't give a !@#$ whether EA can validate my license. They're making enough money. They can stuff it in their butts. So, with that said, I am just assuming that TS3 1.67 is going to be the core of my fandom for the forseeable future, but my mind isn't closed. If TS5 is otherwise awesome, I can branch out.

My biggest hope for the franchise is from the fandom -- that the TS3 modding renaissance will continue. We keep renewing this old game, and as it continues to be renewed, there continue to be amazing fun new ways to play it. Thank you folks so much.

3. Any other new year's resolution?

Getting my Hobbit fanedit accepted by the Fanedit Academy at fanedit.org.

Heh. So, I have a very long drama story about my fanediting hobby. I flamed off the fanedit.org community when I attempted to submit my first edit years ago (The Hobbit, which should surprise exactly nobody who has looked at fanedits). I was floored when, in 2023, I was contacted by the head of that site to apologize for that situation and ask me to resubmit. It appears that my treatment by the reviewers prompted him to clean house and build a more welcoming community. Wow.

So, now my very first edit is under review by the "Faneditors Academy," which is the primary way to reach new viewers and gain feedback in this hobby. The site leader is involved in my review, but one of the reviewers is one of guys who treated me badly the first time, and he's complex to work with -- there's an undercurrent of him trying to justify rejecting me without a review the first time. I am determined to see this review through to the end. I am very proud of this edit. Also, the feedback is definitely leading me to take it the next level.

But I'll be honest -- working through the criticism and revisions is one reason I haven't touched the Warriorcats mod in months. I need to clear my mind and my plate to really focus on addressing feedback, and the criticism level makes that draining.

[Sharing from personal life -- another reason my modding dropped off is that this winter my trans wife came out to my socially conservative parents. We are not disowned, but it's been complicated and emotionally draining. Lighthearted play with stream-of-consciousness commentary is about as deep as I've been able to go for months.]

[moonstruckme]

MAE!!!! First of all Happiest of birthdays! Hope you are having a wonderful day, and I wish you the best year ever that you get all you want that you are surrounded by love and joy because you deserve nothing but the best of the best, you are so appreciated I'm so happy you exist! Send you lots of hugs and kisses and hope you're eating a fantastic cake :)

Now I want to thank you for the request I sent and you finally wrote (don't worry it took you this long, I know you are a very busy person I feel happy you took the time) it was so wholesome having James being so worried and so attentive and so lovable ugghhh I need him in my life.

Also congrats on your 7k you legend! If it's not too much to ask can I get the pumpkin bread please? A playlist with either of the Marauders or Peter Parker with the vibes of a walk in the park stepping on crunchy leaves, holding hands and smiling at each other? Thank you and ugh congrats again!

Will be back soon, I've been so busy working and adult life kinda sucks but anyway. Send you all the best vibes! xx

Thank you, and I’m glad you liked the fic! This is so fun haha, i decided to do it with tasm Peter because of his immaculate early 2000s vibes :) (though they’re not all from then)

suddenly i see - kt tunstall here with me - dido kiss me - sixpence none the richer warm glow - hippo campus dreams - the cranberries apple pie - lizzy mcalpine hey there delilah - plain white t’s

[jomiddlemarch]

Friendship is really the finest balm

“Here,” Audrey said, holding out a cup of tea in one hand and an old-fashioned hot water bottle wrapped in a bit of worn toweling. Jess and Dash were dozing in front of the fire and Helen had set down the clumsy bit of knitting that was supposed to be a scarf for Tristan, though the last thing they’d heard was there was a chance he would be sent to India. Siegfried had just left after a second urgent call had come through an hour after James had headed out into the miserably wet night, a kiss dropped on the crown of her head along with a quick squeeze to her shoulder.

“What? I don’t, I’m fine—”

“We’ve no need to pretend. I saw you wincing all through dinner,” Audrey said. “I can fetch you some aspirin if you think that’ll help. It does, for some.”

“Not me, I’m afraid,” Helen said, tucking the hot water bottle in her lap before taking a swallow of the tea and then choking a bit. “You’ve put whisky in it.”

“The good stuff,” Audrey smiled. “Siegfried won’t miss it, not a tot into a teacup, and you would.”

“You’re very kind,” Helen said, sipping more slowly and letting it warm her. Her back still ached dreadfully but the heat of the drink and the hot water bottle had dulled some of the sharpest cramps and she closed her eyes for a moment of relative relief.

“You’ve always suffered with it?” Audrey asked.

“Some times it’s not so hard,” Helen said. “But mostly it is. The stock don’t care, though, do they, if you’re feeling poorly. They’ve still got to be milked, the stalls mucked. Just have to get on with it.”

“If your mother had lived, she’d have made sure you had something like this, maybe a biscuit as well,” Audrey said. “I’ve got fresh shortbread in the kitchen if that tempts you.”

“No, thank you. The tea is lovely, just what I wanted,” Helen said. “And the hot water bottle.”

“Does James know?” Audrey said.

“It’s not something I can keep a secret,” Helen said. “Not from James, anyway.” She’d blushed the first time she had to tell him but he hadn’t seen it her cheeks turn red, lying beside her in the blanching moonlight. He’d reached for her in the bed and she’d had to tell him no, had to tell him why so he wouldn’t feel she didn’t want him; he was still sensitive to any hint of rejection, though their honeymoon had done a fair bit to build his confidence. Perhaps a cuddle, he’d offered, pulling her close to him, resting his hands against her belly and she’d almost laughed at the sudden way it recalled how he’d touch an ailing beast, very gentle but sure, the comfort in the certainty as much as the gentleness. In the morning, she’d been brisk and practical, so that he’d known not to be too doting, and that was how she’d gone on with it, allowing him to be fond and solicitous only within the confines of the bedsit, accepting what he offered and not asking for anything, doing her best to be the Helen he’d fallen in love with, that spirited, self-reliant girl he marveled at. If the war hadn’t happened, maybe she would have chanced it, letting him see her distress, her suffering something for him to manage, but the times didn’t allow it.

“That’s good. He’s one I might think a bit shy when it comes to womanly complaints and there are days I think you might catch cold on the pedestal he’d put you on.”

“There’s no pedestal left. Not after a honeymoon and the bedsit and that fish pie I made for dinner at the farm,” Helen said. She’d wondered herself, before they wed, if he would be as earnest and diffident about her as he’d been when they courted, but after a few short weeks of close quarters, his undeniable appetite for her, and the ignominy of the terrible meal’s aftermath had put paid to any concerns of that nature.

“But I can tell there’s something else troubling you,” Audrey said. In her way, Helen found her to be the best diagnostician of them all.

“I’m all mixed up,” Helen said. “With what I want, what I’ve got. What I ought to wait for. What won’t wait.”

“You were hoping then?” Audrey asked. Helen took a fortifying slug of the whisky-tea. The more she drank, the more apparent it was that Audrey had misrepresented the proportions she’d used.

“I don’t know. A little, but also I don’t want that now, I don’t think truly, but the world is so uncertain, what if this is my only chance, what if James is called away like Tristan? What if he doesn’t—” she broke off, unwilling to say the words aloud, the ones that would be unbearable to have heard. She knew Audrey wouldn’t argue that James and Tristan would both be fine. “I don’t know what would be worse, being left all alone or being left alone with a baby who’d never know their father…”

“It’s as well it’s not up to you, I suppose,” Audrey said, before the pause could last too long. “It won’t be up to you to decide and you’d never be alone, you’d have us here and your father and Jenny, James’s parents in Glasgow. You’d have a layette all in tartan and thistles before you could say Jack.”

“You wouldn’t be bothered if there were a baby crying at all hours?” Helen said.

“They don’t all have colic like your Jenny did,” Audrey said. “And no, I wouldn’t be bothered. I’ve a secret to tell you, Helen. Mr. Farnon loves babies. I’ve never seen one that wouldn’t stop fussing once he picked it up and to hear the man, speaking the silliest nonsense to a little one as serious as the magistrate—you needn’t worry that a baby would lack for anything.”

“It mayn’t happen,” Helen said. How could a few simple words be both a reassurance and a threat? She shrugged. It was probably the liquor addling her sensible nature; she usually didn’t even finish an ale at Drover’s.

“You’re right, of course,” Audrey said and then grinned, her dark eyes sly, knowing. “It’s not for lack of trying, I’ll give you that. I did tell Mr. Farnon that brass bed was a mistake, I said you ought to have something sturdy, something that could manage a bit of bounce—”

“Audrey!” Helen felt her face turn scarlet and wished the teacup held another finger or two of whisky. She wished for the whisky bottle, for the telephone to ring, for James to come into the room and need to be asked about the horse he’d been called out for, offered something hot to drink.

“Ah, don’t fret. It’s good, it’s a glad thing to be around two people who are each other’s heart’s desire and you didn’t see James as I did when you were engaged to Hugh. He was breaking his heart over you and he’d have taken it to his grave. I’m happy the only thing broken is a second-hand bed,” Audrey said. Helen looked down at her lap, her hands folded together. The ache in her belly had lessened, dull now instead of clawing.

“That is all that’s broken, isn’t it?” Audrey asked.

Helen thought of a midnight a fortnight past, James murmuring at her ear a mix of Scots Gaelic and fragments of Robbie Burns, So fair art thou, my bonnie lass bonnie lass, the way she’d clung to him, shameless, knowing she was beloved, letting her dressing gown slip off her and his reaction, startled, ravening, the lamp that had tottered when they bumped against it, the crack in the base they’d turned to face the wall the next morning.

“Near enough,” Helen said.

“If anything happened to that hand-painted lamp, I wouldn’t speak of it,” Audrey warned, then winked. “It was a gift from a grateful patient, but it’s always been the ugliest thing in Skeldale and I was that glad to hide it away in the bedsit. Mr. Farnon hasn’t noticed its absence and I’d rather it stay that way.”

[berristreasuredlibrary]

my love, my loveeee!!! it’s been a while but you were on my mind today and I just wanted to stop in and say hello! 🤍🤍 I hope that you’ve been well and taking it easy. How’s this month been treating you?? Anything new going on?

I just wanted to tell you thank you for ALWAYS sending me the sweetest and kindest messages. Always checking in on me and just being an absolute sweetie pie. I adore you so so much and I am incredibly thankful for you! I hope that you have a wonderful week, my dear and that you’re taking care of yourself. Love and kisses!! 😘😘

Aweee, my sweet girl!! 🤭 You love me that much, babes? 'm a little tired from running around your mind. 😉

I've missed you dearly, my angel. You made my day, as I wasn't really having a good one, so much better. I saw your little message and it brought a smile to my face. I recently saw you hit a milestone, my dear! Congratulations!! I'm so very happy for and proud of you! You really do deserve it, with your sweet self.

As for this month, I've been quite busy. I got my Christmas shopping done though! And I'm glad I got that outta the way. I also saw you were planning to head back to school, how was that going for you, my darling? I hope it wasn't too stressful for you, wouldn't want your pretty self worrying too much.

As for anything new, I'm working on getting the okay for an internship for school! I'm in a program for school and I get to work with preschoolers, and let me tell you, they are so cute!! Melts my heart in ways I didn't know it could. I want to become a high school teacher, but I'm trying to get an internship at a middle school to see if that's something I'd prefer, just to be sure. I adore working with the kiddos though, but I think I'll end up working at a high school.

What about you, princess? Anything new or exciting happening to you? Do tell me, I love hearing from you. I do hope you've been taking care of yourself. I've struggled a bit on my end, but I'm getting better. You are very welcome, honey! I love sneaking into your inbox and checking up on my sweet girl. I often go back and read your responses to old asks I sent. I get very happy and giggly when I see all the little nicknames and I love the way you respond to me.

I'm sorry I haven't popped in recently, my sweet. Life has gotten crazy recently, but you're always on my mind and I'm always wishing you the best from my little corner. I am extremely thankful for you, as you've been one of my moots/followers since the beginning, when my writing wasn't very good and I was just starting out. I love and adore you very very much, lovebug. I wish you a wonderful week, my darling angel. Please take care of yourself, sweetheart. I will pop up in your inbox soon, I promise. Please smile lots and don't forget to do things FOR YOURSELF!! It isn't bad or selfish of you. Know that I will always be in your corner and you are always welcome in my inbox or messages.

Hugs and kisses to you, babygirl! 🫶🫶🤍❤️

[namor-shuri]

I swear your commentary on posts is hilarious af 🤣☠️ These video and photo edits are so cool too. Is there a reason why you don’t post more to Twitter (not that you have to, just an observation)? Thanks for everything

Hey 👋🏾💜 Thank you for the kind words. Y’all need to stop gassing me up. My dad jokes/ corniness will know no end lol.

With my Twitter page, sometimes I question whether or not people think I’m stealing work from this Tumblr page bc both my pfp and handles are not the same 🥲 I made my twt before I made this side blog so the handle and pic was a quick “slap together” choice. The phrase “be f*cking for real” is too funny to me so I just ran with it. And then my brain was completely uncreative and was like “namor-shuri” will do rofl. Hopefully people understand by now that I’m the same person, but alas.

To answer your question, I think it’s broken up into two parts. One chunk of it is that I rant A LOT so this platform makes it easier for me to do so while also being creative with color fonts and all that jazz. I also just love the freedom of layouts and stuff like that. From a creative perspective, of course it doesn’t help that Tumblr messes with quality but what I lose in quality, I gain in possibilities [I swear I don’t work for Tumblr and this is not me promoting them rofl].

The other half of the pie is the stark difference of engagement on Twitter vs Tumblr, in my personal experience thus far. Like I said, I made my Twitter first back in late December of last year. It was kind of a random decision but once I realized I was super into the Namor x Shuri ship, I wanted to engage with the fandom more directly and pour into it. Since then, I’ve been able to have a lot of fun with making different artworks, edits, videos, playlists, you name it! Ya girl has been BUSY to say the least lol And what’s been dope is that this fandom has been a fun outlet outside of my professional artwork and stuff like that. All that being said, what slowly became apparent to me was that I wasn’t feeling as included or apart of the fandom as I initially hoped I would. I would try and engage with people or joke here and there and most of what I would get back was crickets, whether it would be on my own posts or my commentary on others. And to be fair, I know it takes time for people to get to know you and build community but it just felt slightly strange. Especially when I would see new pages pop up and everyone would immediately flock to engage with them. I say this to say that absolutely NO ONE owes you anything in life so to be upset that someone isn’t your friend [whether it’s in person or online] is a human experience but you have to understand that not everyone is going to jell with you. There are billions [billions? *does quick google search] of people on this planet. Someone is bound to hate you, while another will worship the floor you walk on. Someone’s going to think you’re okay, while you being your raw and authentic self makes another person’s day. It’s nothing personal. It’s simply a numbers game. So inherently I understood that but it still hurt the 3 year old in me that was just trying to make friends at the playground, you know? lmao But I think what set it off was when I would look up and then see my edits used for people’s banners, fan art, post ideas, etc without asking me or giving me any credit knowing that they also aren’t following me or even engaging with me in any way. It still wasn’t cool but I think what would have made the whole thing feel a little different is if I was more “in the group” but because I’ve been on the outskirts the majority of the time, it just made it sting that much more.

Then I started to get slightly paranoid and wondered if I was missing something. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that was off? I felt like a message was being sent and that confused the hell out of me [and lowkey still does]. BUT SOB STORY ASIDE lol I brushed my shoulder off, switched gears and thought “f*ck it, let me make my own side blog and do my thing on there” and that worked for me! I got traction after that, people were responding to my stuff and throwing in their own ideas/commentary/analysis etc. I felt like I could engage with people more, even with the limitations Tumblr puts on side blogs. And just the whole vibe overall started to feel really f*cking good. The funny thing too is that I’ve noticed that a lot of Twitter is on here and vice versa so it’s the same folks but for some reason I think this platform has opened up more possibilities for engagement in my experience. Twitter lends to a wider audience than Tumblr unfortunately but I’ve accepted my humble abode on here.

This rant is getting super long so I’ll end with this; I have nothing against the Nashuri fam on Twitter. Just because I’m not necessarily apart of the “crew” doesn’t mean that I don’t find everyone hilarious or amazing in any way. If you think I’m funny anon, you need to read what these girls say because it is SUPERB *chefs kiss* The talent from artworks to fics to think pieces and everything in between is incredible and oozes from that community. But for me, I think I just haven’t found my footing or people over there and as much as it’s been a bummer, I’m still going to be on there to support the dope stuff that comes out of it. I also want to say that just because this has been my experience doesn’t mean it will be yours. I fully encourage you to branch out on different platforms and try and engage with as many people as possible [fandom or not]. I think I just got my finger burned once and immediately gave up rofl. One of the biggest blessings that have come out of the Nashuri fandom in general is it’s vast bipoc community. As a black woman myself, I haven’t experienced this level of inclusivity when it comes to race, gender, language, culture, ages etc in other fandoms. It’s beautiful and I will always be thankful for that.

I also want to drive home that everyone needs to find what works for them. You owe yourself that. If you feel like your aren’t getting what you desire out of Instagram, move to Twitter and see what happens. If Twitter isn’t cutting it, move to Discord. Move to Tumblr, you name it! I think that move for me made a HUGE difference and honestly made me feel better about being in this fandom in the first place. And also this just goes for life in general but just because you might not feel included somewhere doesn’t mean you or the place is a problem. You might just need some scenery change.

Ps: If you are in the fandom and are on Twitter, definitely hit me up and add me! I would love to be mutuals. I’ve seen some familiar accounts from Twitter add me on here and vice versa and it’s been really cool. I appreciate the blogs that engage with me on there and all that jazz. I’ve never had a Twitter before so I’m lowkey new to that world still but grandma’s getting the hang of it slowly but surely.

Thank you 💘

[saveahorse-ride-a-cowboy]

When the boys finally reach camp, Jimmy’s shocked to find that they’re greeted with a shotgun.

“Woah, easy,” Jimmy raises his hands in surrender. “Hey now Mister- don’t shoot okay? We come on behalf of Miss Lili Harris.”

John lowers the shotgun and stares at him. “Lili Harris. She got my friend’s letter?”

“Yes sir,” Jimmy nods quickly. “And- and she sent us up here with supplies. For Mr. Kilgore and for all of ya. Coats, food, some wines, uh… a special gift chest for Mr. Kilgore. May- May we enter camp and deliver everything please, sir?”

“Cmon then,” John helps them navigate into camp and he, Dutch, and several others help to unload the items.

Murmurs quickly spread through the camp as all the items are discovered. Gun oil, fruits, expensive alcohol and juices… everything.

Arthur sits up at all the commotion. “John?” He calls. “Dutch? What’s goin’ on?”

John and Javier round the corner carrying the trunk of goodies for Arthur. “You never told us that your rich girlfriend was a Harris.” John snaps.

“What is all this?” Arthur asks.

“Gifts for you,” Javier explains. “From the girl herself. She sent all of us stuff. Warm stuff- and food- cheese! There’s a letter for you and everything but the men said this one is yours. All this is for you.”

“Thanks, boys.” Arthur nods and winces a little as he sits up more, carefully hanging his leg over the bed so he can sit forward and search through the chest.

His breath hitches at everything inside. Watercolors?! Traveling art kit?! A thick, warm coat?! How did you have enough-

Of course you did. You’re rich.

And you still thought of him. “My rich girl,” he breathes a laugh, carefully pulling out the letter resting in the chest.

My dear Mr. Morgan,

I am overly pleased to hear your name is not Tacitus Kilgore. Whole Publius Tacitus was a wonderful Roman historian, it is… quite a name. Thoight I cannot say mine is much better, as it is also Latin.

I am so sorry to hear about your injuries, once I contracted a disease so serious I was bedridden for months, I can confirm how stir crazy one goes. I hope you find some comfort and enjoyment in the art supplies I have sent, you have a true talent and I hope to help foster it. One day, I wish to see a piece of yours hanging in a museum. Maybe… gunslinger themed? Rich folks like myself would pay handsomely for a taste of freedom like that, I assure you. That’s just an idea, though.

I was happy to hear about your adventures! John sounds lovely. I’m curious, do you outlaws have wives and children running with you? From what you’ve described it sounds like you’ve got quite the family with you. I’d love to hear about them if you feel so inclined. I’ve included stationary and stamps as I imagine they are not an easy thing to come by up in the mountains as you are.

The drawings you have sent are so beautiful, it’s almost like I am there. I love my home but it’s always a treat to see new things. I’ve sent you strawberries and fruits from my fields, I hope they’ve arrived alright. Jimmy and Paul are two of my best riders so I have full faith in them. Please do not let them get shot!

As for you… I think your writing was quite eloquent and I hope your leg has healed some. I’ve included medicine and clean bandages to hopefully aid that process. Should you not heal properly… don’t worry too much about trying to survive. You are more than welcome here, Arthur. Any time.

As for me, I’m afraid my tales aren’t nearly as thrilling as yours. I’ve started a new charity, helping single widows take care of their children, and I’ve planted some blueberries in my south most field as I love a good blueberry tart. The apples have ripened as well and I’ve eaten so much apple pie I believe my cook shall quit if I even dare ask for another. (I’ve included a few jars of the filling as a treat for you and your men. It is not a pie but it is as good to eat with a spoon!)

Should you and your men find yourself back my way, feel free to come inside for some warm beds and good food. I always love company and stories, and I am sure your men have the best stories to tell.

If you need anything else in your travels, do not hesitate to write. Giving gifts is my favorite past time.

Do take care of yourself, Arthur, as I wouldn’t want anything further to happen to you. I have not, as you put it, found my someone special yet. The position is yet to be filled.

With kind regards,

Lilium Kay

P.S. the golden pocket watch is for Mr. van der Linde, Heather informed me he is a man of taste. The Irish setter puppy is for John, as I imagine a hunting dog is better company than the Mr. Javier.