#that's supposed to be an exciting moment yk?

[oddlittlestories]

Nothing like a gifset to remind me that I really DON'T like dating men actually

[xoxojisu]

"I LOVE YOU."

synopsis: in which kenma quietly realizes he's completely, utterly in love with you.

notes: it's like THE MOMENT he realizes yk. AHH i love this trope. @suniix my fellow kenma lover <3

you’re sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath you, bent over his switch case like you’re disarming a bomb. you’re not, but you might as well be. you were focusing on organizing his many games, something he never asked you to do but clearly needed. there’s a small crease between your eyebrows and your tongue is poking out slightly in concentration. you're humming something that sounds like a mashup between 'kiss me,' 'uptown girl,' and the animal crossing theme song. he can’t tell if it's a song he's simply never heard of, or if he's actually correct. he thinks he is.

kenma’s on the couch, curled into himself on one end, a blanket you got for him draped across his lap and a drink in his hands that you made exactly the way he likes it. it's ice cold and disgustingly sweet. he hadn’t even asked. you just knew.

kenma realizes that you know quite a lot about him. you know of his drink preferences and his chronic coldness. he knows that you've noticed how when he lies, his eyes get shifty or he'll start fidgeting. you know he can't open packaging on snacks for the life of him and automatically hand him a knife, because you can't either. you know how bad he is at asking for affection, so you curl your fingers into his scalp at the first sign that he wants it.

they're random and unimportant details, but undeniably and utterly him. and you see all of it. he thinks it's nice.

the room is softly lit, a couple lamps illuminated the space. no overhead lights. he doesn't like how fluorescent they are, and they can sometimes overstimulate him. of course, he's never mentioned this, but you figured it out on your own. the curtains are half-drawn, and the tv’s still on the menu screen of the game you were supposed to start an hour ago, forgotten in the warmth of just simply existing next to each other.

he doesn't really know why, but he has now put down his game in favor of watching you. really watching you.

not because you’re doing anything extraordinary. you're just… being. sitting in his hoodie, sleeves slightly rolled, hair thrown lazily into something of a bun. fixing something for him that he didn’t even realize was broken. and smiling, every now and then, to yourself. like it’s enough just to be here.

and that’s when it hits him.

he doesn’t feel his chest tighten like the air has been sucked out of him, or his stomach flutter with the intensity of a thousand butterflies. it’s not cinematic or dramatic like those shojo animes you like to watch where the music kicks up and the camera circles around them in riveting and exciting motions. it’s quiet. like a single domino tipping in slow motion, or a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“oh.”

he says it out loud, though barely audible, like a secret meant for no one but himself. it sounds stupid as soon as it leaves his mouth, so he coughs, trying to cover it up, hoping you didn’t hear.

you glance up.

“hm?”

he shakes his head a little too fast. “nothing. just… forgot something.”

you blink, noticing the way his eyes shift, but then go back to your organizing, humming that random tune again.

he watches you for another beat, then looks down at the drink you made for him. he sips it slowly, even though it’s cooled down a little. still sweet. still perfect. still him. still you.

and in the back of his mind, something settles. quiet. simple.

"i love you."

masterlist

[cextile]

pick a pile reading ☆

what are the good things coming in your life

buy me a coffee on kofi ;)

how to read this pick a pile tarot reading ♡ the images above are your pick-a-pile options — see which image immediately pulls you in. If nothing stands out right away, take a moment to look at each pile/image. the one your attentions keeps coming back to is likely your pick. if more than one pile calls to you, trust that too. you can read both and take what resonates. and hey, if none of them feel like a match, no big deal. not every reading is meant for right now. come back another time — this reading isn’t going anywhere. 

pile one☆

cards pulled: five of swords reversed, ace of cups, justice, page of pentacles.

All of you in pile 1 are going to have exciting new beginnings. 

& a lot of you are going to open yourself up to experiencing love.

If you guys have been dealing with people who are just a pain in your ass, I am here to tell you that they are going to get their payback very very soon. So yeah, relax because the truth is going to come to light and they are going to be held accountable. you are having your peaceful ending in this drama babe, don't worry. people are going to be held accountable. The conflict is going to be ending.

this is calling out to the very specific people, who are struggling in their relationships. I want to gently hold your hand and tell you in the most loving way, you are going to get the love you deserve. I promise you. even if it feels not okay… my throat is getting thick with emotion.... You will get the love you deserve. and don't worry. don't worry. you... things are going to get so good for you. and I really, really want you to trust that. I really, really want you to trust that. This is not the end of... You're not unlovable. You're really not unlovable. Things are going to get really good for you. Trust that. You might meet a new partner. You might have celebrations with them. There is light at the end of this godforsaken tunnel & you have to trust that.

For the singles, I'm hearing you're going to be meeting new people & if you've been working heard towards something.. you're going to be getting it. you're literally setting up a good foundation for success right now..

alsoo my happily engaged people out there, put your glasses up for celebrations! I'm hearing good news haha 🍼 spiritually, this collective has learnt its karmic lessons, you are going to open your heart to the universe, to allow the universe to just shower you with good fortune & success yk?

pile two ☆

cards pulled: six of cups reversed, wheel of fortune reversed, death, page of swords, the world reversed.

Not gonna lie, I am shocked on seeing the cards. I pulled an extra card for you guys to have a little bit more clarity.

Initially for a hot minute I thought you guys had a very lowkey energy, but there is/is going to be there is a whole lot of movement beneath the surface. like magma which just ebbs and flows inside the surface of a dormant volcano..  

You guys are going through some major internal changes, upheavals literally. Like Pile 1 was more about the external environment, but you guys are more about your inner world.

Suppose your inner world is a smooth fabric, alright? And I'm seeing folds in the fabric. 

So yeah, the good thing is that the time for you to change has come. 

You're going to be inspired, you’re going to be letting go of bad habits, becoming more mindful with what you tell people/what you engage in. I am seeing you guys are basically going to be changing yourself for the better. You are going to show yourself up as a better person. You're just going to become a more mentally resilient person. I'm seeing you guys becoming this patient,guarded individual who protects their energy like really really well. I'm seeing you guys growing up and letting go of things that have been holding you back, letting go of the burdens. If you guys have been having this vibe of feeling stuck in a situation, you're going to be getting out of that. You guys have to keep yourself on your toes, don’t let the days just slip by and keep asking guidance from the universe. You're going to deeply connect with your higher sense of self and discover a depth to yourself that you're not even sure that existed. 

So yup, things are going to come & you are going to change yourself to deal with them. They might test you, try and delay you but at the end of it all you are going to be somebody that is wiser, better than the person that you were. To be honest, getting the opportunity to improve yourself is honestly so rare. A lot of people just don’t change themselves even if the whole universe keeps conspiring to teach them lessons so just be grateful you’re going to become so sharp & resilient. A menace. 

pile three ☆

cards pulled: judgement, six of cups, two of cups, king of pentacles

its rare honestly, this pile. very rare. all the cards are upright, and good things are about to flow in like a rushing river in your life from literally every aspect. you are going to be living the definition of an idyllic life.

really beautiful energy on the horizon here, like a gentle sparkling river that murmurs really really softly. you’re going to be deepening your emotional bonds with people. It could be business related, platonic and even romantic, and it’s going to involve mutual trust, love & respect. 

you’ll either reconnect with your roots, form your own happy family, or find your own community. There’s just this sense of belonging.

as for your personal sense of self? you are going to break free from unrealistic expectations from yourself/from others. you will get a chance to rest. finally anchor yourself to relax, amongst the hustle bustle you have been involving yourself in. 

so yeah, you are going to be emotionally fulfilled. there will finally be a time to release yourself from the anxiety, tense situations, and you'll get to experience a profound sense of peace. you are going to achieve a level of clarity & composure that allows you to calmly evaluate yourself and the decisions you have taken. this will help you take positive decisions in the future, which is going to open up literally a dimensions of amazing possibilities

and your career? Don't even worry about it. It is going to be boooming 💥💥 & if you’ve been in that phase of working hard, let me tell you that- yup, the results are right around the corner. 

that's it for this reading. take care of yourself.

sending lots of love, Ananya ♡

[melzula]

I JUMPED WHEN I SAW REQUESTS OPEN

zuko unintentionally saying something he doesn’t mean to reader (ex. ur clingy/annoying) and makes the reader like kinda distant cus they don’t wanna be annoying or clingy yk? then he comforts them and says sorry and it’s very much a angst to fluff moment!

a/n: i love this trope

summary: your sudden disappearance makes zuko reevaluate his behavior

The apartment is empty when Zuko returns from the tea shop. His bones ache from standing all day and his mood is sour from having to serve customers, but it doesn’t distract him from the fact that something is missing. The place feels dull and lacks its normal warmth, and the change unnerves him.

“It seems y/n has not yet returned home,” Iroh observes as he flicks on the lamps to rid the room of darkness.

“Where did she go?” Zuko murmurs, doing his best to mask his anxiety over your absence. It’s not like you to stay out late, especially considering your apartment isn’t exactly in one of the safer rings of Ba Sing Se, and it worries him.

“I’m not sure. She seemed to be in a hurry when she left this morning,” the older man recounts as he scans the room to look for any trace of her left behind. “She didn’t even have her morning tea!”

“She could be in danger. I’m going to search for her.”

“Would you like me to come with you?”

“No, one of us should stay here in case she comes back,” Zuko states before making his way out the door. “I don’t want her to come home to any empty apartment.”

“Be sure to watch your temper if you do find her, nephew. Y/n is struggling to adjust to this new life just as you are, and it is important you are patient with her.”

The Prince says nothing in response to his Uncle’s words, but he immediately feels the guilt and shame that they bring him. His warning serves as a reminder for his recent behavior, and Zuko is then able to figure out why you were nowhere to be found.

You’d been eating breakfast together that morning before he had to leave for work, and despite his irritable mood you seemed to be eager to start the day.

“I was thinking of visiting the market place to buy fresh groceries for dinner tonight. Maybe I could stop by the tea shop and bring lunch for you and your Uncle,” you suggested with a pleasant smile.

“Sure,” Zuko had grumbled in response before forcing another spoonful of bland porridge down his throat.

“And after dinner we can visit the fountain,” you had said with an excited smile. “I’d love to take a walk through the city and get some fresh air. We hardly ever leave the apartment.”

“This city is nothing but dirt. There’s nothing to see out there.”

“Oh,” you had murmured, your features deflating slightly at his negative comments. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe we can just stay in and play a game of pai sho instead. I’m not exactly sure how to play, but I bet you could teach me! It could be fun!”

“Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself speak?!” Zuko had finally snapped harshly, his patience finally having been worn thin by your ceaseless suggestions. He didn’t want to take a stroll or play pai sho or have any sort of fun, and he didn’t understand why you couldn’t get that. “This isn’t some little vacation. I failed to capture the Avatar and now we’re stuck here, do you understand? Go play pai sho with someone else.”

The room had grown deathly silent after Zuko’s outburst, and he was too annoyed to notice the way you kept your gaze glued firmly to the table to avoid him see the welling tears in your eyes. Without another word, you quietly excused yourself from the table and made your way out the door without an explanation or a goodbye. Zuko hadn’t seen you since.

“I’m such a jerk,” he curses himself as he roams the streets in search of you. You’re not in the market place and you’re not by the fountain, so where could you be? He’s beginning to worry, his mind conjuring up multiple scenarios where you’re in trouble and he can’t help you. It’s pure torture.

A familiar laugh floats through the air, and Zuko feels the hairs on his neck stand up at the soothing melody. He’s quick to follow the sound, and as he shoves his way through the crowded streets he finds himself coming to a stop at a small noodle shop. The shop is practically tucked into a corner and isn’t much to look at, but the inside is full of life as patrons eat and converse and enjoy the camaraderie. At the heart of the restaurant sits a table full of people focused on the game of pai sho before them, and at the center of the table you sit with a large grin and a white lotus tile in your hand.

“I can’t believe I won!” You exclaim with an excited clap of your hands before looking to the older woman sitting next to you. “Thank you so much for teaching me how to play. This is the most fun I’ve had in months!”

“Y/n?” Zuko calls, garnering the attention of you and your new friends at the table. The airy laughter and pleasantries die down at the sight of him and the room is suddenly filled with tension.

“Oh, hello, Lee,” you greet dully, your cheerful demeanor immediately disappearing when you make eye contact with the boy.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at home?”

“You said to go play pai sho with someone else, so that’s what I’m doing,” you state bluntly, and Zuko looks away guiltily after hearing his own words repeated back to him.

“Can you please just come home? You shouldn’t be out on the streets this late, it’s dangerous.”

“Why do you care?” You retort harshly. “I’m having fun here. These people actually want my company.”

“Y/n,” Zuko says with an irritated sigh, doing his best to remain patient. “Please. If not for me then for Uncle. He’s just as worried for your safety as I am.”

You hesitate at his words, but after a moment of contemplating you finally excuse yourself from the table. You bid your new friends goodbye and promise to return for another game sometime before following Zuko out of the restaurant and beginning your walk back home.

“The moon is out tonight,” he notes quietly in an attempt to make small talk, but you don’t reply. You keep your gaze forward and maintain a respectable distance from him as you walk. “Maybe I was wrong about this place.”

“Congratulations for figuring that out,” you retort sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. Having finally had enough, Zuko grabs your wrist to stop you in your tracks and force you to look at him.

“Y/n, please talk to me,” he begs earnestly. “I feel horrible for what I’ve done.”

“Good, you should feel bad!” You exclaim angrily, harshly yanking your hand away from him. “You’ve been nothing but a jerk since we got to Ba Sing Se, and now that I’m finally giving you the space that you wanted you come and ruin my fun!”

“I don’t want space from you,” he insists desperately. “I was being an idiot! Y/n, I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was just feeling irritable and I took it out on you, but that isn’t fair of me.”

“I’m not going to be your punching bag for the rest of my life, Zuko,” you relent quietly, blinking back the tears that begin to form. “All I want is to start over, but you’re making it so difficult. Why did we even come here?”

“We came here because I realized you deserved better than to constantly live your life on the run,” he admits softly, carefully taking your hands in his own. “I know I’ve failed to make you happy or treat you the way you deserve, but you have to know that I care for you. The best part of my day is coming home to you after work, and I never want you to feel like a burden because you aren’t.”

“Thank you for saying that,” you sniffle with a meek smile, and when he pulls you into his arms for a hug you don’t protest. “I know this has been hard for you, but you have to understand that all I want is to support you and make the change as easy as possible for you.”

“I know, and I’ll forever be grateful for everything you do,” Zuko says before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Now let’s get home before Uncle begins to worry.”

You say nothing more as he puts a protective arm around you and guides you through the streets of Ba Sing Se. The move has been tough, but he swears then that he’s going to do his best to improve his attitude and give you the support you need.

He has a lot of making up to do.

| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @lora21 @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

[saetoshis]

Listen. Yes Hoshina is a short king. But consider. . . If he's short he's probably feeling like he's got smth to prove. Excited to bend his partner over and deill them like they insulted him. Plus then he might hit you with the 'princess' or smth of the like. Putting youbin a verbal place of power (as the taller person) while he's still doming thr fuck out of you. "How'd you let this happen, princess? Letting someone like me see this weak side of you? Were you just careless? Overly trusting? Or perhaps you underestimated me. I suppose I'll have to punish you for that." Type beat.

Anway love our beloved Hoshi thanks as always for your tasty art!

HELPME UR SO RIGHT ... NOW IM THINKING LIKE ... WHAT IF U TEASED HIM FOR BEING A LIL SHORT N THEN .. YK ...

taller!fem reader [5'7"+ 172cm+], oral m. receiving, size kink [sorta?], teasing, pet name [ princess], fingering, squirting, MDNI.

you, who got all-too-cocky because your eyes are just a bit higher in line with his, made a mistake.

vice captain hoshina is nothing if not an enigma. his silly demeanor and playful attitude about everything makes him seem so non-threatening, that you might've gotten too comfortable with teasing him and acting high and mighty. whenever he tells you what to do, maybe you'll make a little gesture with your hand above his head, reminding him who has more "power." these jokes were your mistake.

maybe he'll want to punish you - watch you kneel in front of him, his hand on your pretty head as he guides you towards the bulge in his pants. maybe he'll hum out a little, "since you wanna poke fun at height, how 'bout you try being the short one for once?"

maybe hoshina will lean back and watch you unzip his pants, taking no time to push your mouth onto his eager cock. he might even rut his hips a little, muttering out between breathy 'fuck's, "not so big now, huh? how does it feel, hm? didn't think i'd be big down there, did you?"

hoshina watches so closely as you bob your head and pump your hand, thighs keening together where you're sat all prettily on the floor. a little smirk might even tug at his lips as he realizes just how turned on you're getting from this. "what, getting all hot and bothered by this? didn't think someone shorter than you could get you all worked up? you know better, don't you?"

his words send a jolt straight through your frame and you can't help but shudder, and all of a sudden the vice captain seems so much more intimidating, even more enticing than you ever thought. it's like he can sense you losing yourself in the moment, and he's got you right where he wants you.

hoshina leans down, flashing you a smug sneer as he lifts your face to look up at him - all the while admiring the pretty sheen of your lips and your glassy eyes. "is that what i think it is? is the princess who's always mocking my height suddenly unable to resist me? the irony... how should i deal with you, hm?"

he maneuvers you to bend over against the counter, chest pressed against the cool granite as he lets his thumb drag along your clothed pussy. one hand presses your back, the other languidly slipping off your shorts and panties as he hums, "oh, what's that? a wet spot, hm? not so cocky now, aren't you?"

it takes a lot of strength to even muster thoughts, your head spinning from how lewd he's acting - it's bafflingly hot. you pant against the counter as you look back, watching his eyes flit over your hips while his finger does the same against your clit. hoshina lets out a little laugh when he watches you shudder along with a strained whine.

"feels good, doesn't it? does being put in your place turn you on? yeah?" hoshina sneers and lets out a little chuckle, swiftly slipping his fingers between your walls and curling forwards. he can't help but wear a smirk on his face as he enjoys your willing submission. "let me remind you that i'm the vice captain of the third division. the strongest second to mina. forgot that, did you?"

his sheer strength shows in each intense flick and curl of his fingers against the spot that makes your spine shudder, and it's humbling. it's when he starts simultaneously toying with your clit that you feel like you're on fire, a buzz building up between your thighs just begging for release.

"that's it... yeah, let it out. show me just how much you like it. cum all over my hand, bet you'll never act cocky again," hoshina leers under his breath, ministrations going into overdrive as you shiver and whimper shamelessly. with a voice-cracking whine, his name falls from your lips over and over as flicks of liquid smother his hand from his unrelenting movements.

"ahh, of course you squirt on top of everything..." hoshina leans over the counter to admire the dizzied expression on your face with a little grin of his own. his fingers nudge your chin as he murmurs, "felt good? yeah? you gonna be good now? don't wanna hear you trying to humble me ever again after you left such a mess all over me."

he presses a little kiss on your cheek, smirking against your skin before he shifts to your ear. with a low whisper, he mutters, "unless you wanna have me fuck you in that suit... 92% isn't a joke, you know?"

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.

[moonselune]

How about the girlies with a druid tav who acts like the animal they often shift to like a cat just finding random places to laze around or sleep yk 'if it fits I sits'. Birb collecting shiny things, dog tilting their head and being easily distracted. Tav in human form acting like a cat is just giving the best vibes. Tav seeing a random open box and just sitting in it then dozing off has me rolling haha

omg i literally love this so much !!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The sun was high in the sky, casting warm light over the rolling fields where you and Karlach had been spending the afternoon training. It was supposed to be a routine day—tracking drills, sparring, a bit of scouting. But as a druid, your way of training often involved shifting into different animals to make the most of your natural abilities. Today, you had taken on the form of a bloodhound, your favorite for hunting down tracks and practicing your scenting skills.

Karlach, as usual, had been more than eager to spar and train alongside you. Her energy was contagious, her fiery spirit burning bright even during something as mundane as drills. But you had noticed something about Karlach—something playful in the way she interacted with you when you were in your animal form. Especially when you shifted back to your human shape.

You had just finished running down the scent of some game you’d picked up in the forest, nose to the ground, tail wagging. The moment you caught the trail, you raced ahead, your paws thudding against the dirt, and found the spot where the animal had passed. Karlach whistled, grinning from ear to ear as you skidded to a halt.

"That's my girl! Good job!" she called, her voice full of praise. "Come back here."

You shifted back to your human form, still breathless from the sprint, your chest heaving as you wiped the dirt from your hands. But as you approached Karlach, you felt that familiar tug of something instinctual still lingering in you. Your ears twitched, even though they were no longer dog ears, and you couldn’t shake the desire to return to her with your find, as if you were still that bloodhound.

Karlach noticed, of course. She always did.

"That was pretty good!" she said, tossing a ball she’d pulled from her pack up in the air, catching it effortlessly. “But I think you need a little more speed. Let’s do a quick sprint drill.”

You eyed the ball warily, the scent of leather filling your nostrils. The sight of it made your heart race in a way that had little to do with training and more to do with the part of your mind that was still stuck in that canine mindset. Karlach had this knowing smile on her lips, but you didn’t quite catch on at first.

She wound up her arm and launched the ball into the distance. Instinct took over. Without thinking, you bolted after it, your legs moving in a blur as you sprinted across the field. The wind rushed through your hair, and for a split second, you felt completely free. You skidded to a stop as you snatched the ball up, holding it proudly before sprinting back to Karlach.

“Nice job!” Karlach beamed at you, her voice full of laughter. “You’re getting faster.”

You handed her the ball, not quite realizing yet what she was doing. Her hand brushed yours as she took it, and for a moment, you caught the warmth in her eyes, the playful spark. She tossed the ball into the air again, casually, as if thinking out loud.

"How about we try that again? Just one more for good measure."

Without hesitation, she threw it again, and again, you were off. Your mind was half-aware now, starting to piece together what was happening. But the thrill of the chase, the simple joy of it, was intoxicating. You snatched up the ball and raced back, your chest burning but your heart still pounding with excitement.

By the third time, you caught the ball and paused, panting heavily, staring at it in your hands. Slowly, you looked back at Karlach, who was standing there, arms crossed, grinning wide as if she had just won a secret game. The realization hit you all at once.

This wasn’t a "training drill." This was fetch.

You blinked, incredulous, before narrowing your eyes at Karlach, who had the audacity to chuckle when she saw the look on your face.

“Oh,” you muttered, still catching your breath. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

Karlach held up her hands, mock-innocent. "What? I’m just making sure you’re quick on your feet!"

You could see through her little ruse now. All the signs were there—the way she had been egging you on, the suspiciously casual way she had pulled out the ball, the grin she wore every time you returned to her.

With a low growl, you dropped the ball and launched yourself at her, tackling her to the ground. Karlach let out a playful yelp, laughing as she hit the grass beneath you. Her arms came up to wrap around you as you pinned her, your weight pressing her into the earth.

“Oh, I messed up, didn’t I?” she laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief as she grinned up at you.

“Training drills, huh?” you huffed, still out of breath, but unable to hold back your smile. “You were playing fetch with me.”

Karlach grinned even wider, not even trying to deny it now.

“Well, you’re such a good girl! How could I resist?” She winked at you, clearly delighted with her antics and you shoved down the emotions that bubbled up inside you when she called you a good girl.

You shook your head, feeling the laughter rise up despite yourself. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Karlach’s hands slid up to your sides, her touch warm and steady, grounding you in the moment. “Impossible, maybe. But you love me for it, don’t you?”

You couldn’t argue with that. Despite the teasing, despite her antics, there was something about Karlach that always made you feel more alive, more yourself—whether you were in human form or as a bloodhound.

Leaning down, you pressed your forehead to hers, your breath mingling with hers as you smiled softly.

“Maybe I do,” you murmured. “But don’t think you’re getting away with this again.”

Karlach let out a laugh, her arms tightening around you. “We’ll see about that. But admit it—you had fun.”

You couldn’t deny that either. The joy of the chase, the thrill of the sprint—it was fun. But what made it better was Karlach. Always Karlach. With a playful growl, you kissed her, capturing her laughter in your lips as you held her close.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The night was calm, the crackle of the campfire filling the stillness with a warm, steady rhythm. Minthara sat by the fire, her eyes focused intently on the battle plans laid out before her. The parchment was covered in precise markings and strategies, illuminated by the flickering flames. She was in her element—methodical, calculating, and completely engrossed in her work.

You, however, were feeling something entirely different.

After a long day of scouting and sneaking around in your feline form, you had shifted back to your usual self, but not without retaining some of those lingering feline tendencies. It happened sometimes. The fluidity of movement, the heightened senses, and, occasionally, the overwhelming desire for comfort in the least convenient of places.

Minthara looked quite comfortable where she sat, perched on a smooth boulder with her legs crossed, completely absorbed in her work. The fire roaring in front of her. There wasn’t much room in her lap, not really—but it was a lap, and the cat in you wanted nothing more than to curl up in it.

You moved closer, silently at first, hoping to sneak in without interrupting her. The firelight cast soft shadows across your face as you neared her, and for a brief moment, Minthara didn’t seem to notice your approach. But, of course, she did. Her sharp instincts wouldn’t allow anything less.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught your movement and immediately frowned. “

No,” she said firmly, her eyes narrowing. “There’s no room.”

You didn’t stop.

Minthara’s frown deepened as she returned her gaze to the battle plans, clearly trying to refocus. “I said no.”

But you ignored her again, your instincts driving you to keep moving closer. You could fit. You would fit.

She looked up once more, this time with more insistence. “I am not some cushion for you to lounge upon. This is important.”

But her words fell on deaf ears as you finally reached her, carefully navigating your way into her lap, despite the lack of space. It was a bit of a squeeze, admittedly, but you were determined. You wriggled and shifted, moving from side to side, adjusting until you could curl up just right.

Minthara let out a long, exasperated sigh. “You are utterly insufferable.”

You simply gave her a satisfied hum in response, continuing to squirm until you found the perfect position. Once you were nestled comfortably, you settled against her, your head resting on her chest, your body snug against her armor. There. Perfect.

Minthara, despite her earlier protests, didn’t push you away. Her free hand, the one not holding the battle plans, instinctively moved to your hair, her fingers sliding through it gently, as though she had resigned herself to this fate.

“I don’t know why I tolerate this,” she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with begrudging affection.

You practically purred in response, a soft sound of contentment escaping your lips as you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Minthara’s fingers continued to comb through your hair, slow and deliberate, almost absentminded as she shifted her attention back to her plans.

Despite her stern exterior, you knew there was a tenderness in her that she seldom showed to anyone. A softness that only you seemed to coax out of her, even in moments like this, when she was focused on her duties.

As the fire crackled in front of you both and the night settled in, you felt yourself drifting in and out of a peaceful haze. You could hear Minthara muttering to herself occasionally as she examined her plans, her fingers still tangled in your hair. It was a quiet, intimate moment, one where her sharpness met your playfulness and somehow balanced into something that felt just right.

“Next time,” Minthara said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “there will be no sitting in my lap when I am working.”

You smiled lazily, your eyes half-closed.

“Of course,” you murmured, though both of you knew that the next time would be no different.

Minthara shook her head, but there was a ghost of a smile on her lips as she continued her work, her hand never leaving your hair.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

You shifted back into your human form, the familiar sensation of bones and feathers returning to skin and flesh. The transformation left you momentarily dizzy, but you quickly regained your balance, shaking off the brief disorientation. Being a bird for hours, scouting the surrounding area, had become second nature to you, and with that form came certain habits you hadn’t entirely shaken off.

Your eyes immediately darted down to your hand, a grin forming as you revealed your latest prize—a small, glinting object that had caught your eye during your flight. It was a silver buckle, not entirely dissimilar to the dozens of other trinkets you had already found, but its smooth surface and the way the light reflected off it made it irresistible. Without a second thought, you strode towards Lae'zel, who was sharpening her sword by the fire, her usual sharp gaze focused on her weapon.

"Look what I found!" you said, holding the shiny buckle out towards her with an eager smile.

Lae’zel barely looked up at first, her frown deepening as if she already knew what was coming. She glanced at the buckle, her amber eyes narrowing slightly.

"And what use is that?" she asked, her voice carrying the usual bite of impatience.

You shrugged playfully, still holding the trinket towards her. "It’s shiny."

Lae'zel huffed, setting her sword down and turning her full attention to you. She snatched the buckle from your hand, inspecting it briefly before tossing it aside into one of her pouches—likely the one she had reserved for your growing collection of 'useless junk.'

"You bring me these worthless baubles as if I have any need for them," she grumbled, though her tone was softer than usual. "If you cannot bring me something useful, I will throw it all away. Understand?"

You nodded, though you both knew that wasn't entirely true. Lae'zel had been saying that for weeks now, but each time, she would tuck the shiny objects away, muttering about how she would discard them later. Yet, every time you checked, the pouches were still full, brimming with an odd assortment of things—coins, polished stones, broken arrowheads, bits of metal.

You didn’t need her to admit it, but there was something almost endearing about her reluctance to actually throw them away.

"Well, sometimes I bring useful things," you teased, reaching into your bag and pulling out a dagger you had found during one of your scouting trips. "See? This one is sharp."

Lae'zel raised an eyebrow, clearly more impressed by the weapon. She examined it closely, turning the blade over in her hand before giving a small, approving nod.

"This," she said, "is acceptable. You should bring more things like this."

You smirked, enjoying her small display of approval. "I can't help it," you said, settling down beside her. "The shiny things just call to me."

"Like a bird," she muttered, not unkindly, her eyes flicking back to you with a look of mild exasperation. "You shift into a bird for hours, and then you return with nonsense. It is as if you have forgotten what it means to be grounded."

You chuckled, leaning your head against her shoulder. "Maybe I have. But I like bringing you things, even if you say they’re nonsense."

Lae'zel didn't respond right away. Instead, she resumed sharpening her sword, though her movements were slower, more deliberate. You could feel the warmth of her beside you, the steadiness of her presence calming the lingering excitement from your flight.

After a long moment, she sighed. "Next time, bring something I can use in battle. Not… a bottle cap."

"I’ll try," you promised, though you knew full well you’d likely still come back with another useless trinket alongside the weapons or arrows. Lae'zel paused, glancing at you again, her gaze softer this time.

"I do not understand your fascination with these things," she admitted quietly, "but you are… persistent. And though I do not need them, I will… keep them, for now."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you nudged her playfully. "You like them."

Lae'zel scoffed, but there was no real venom behind it. "Do not test me, druid. I tolerate this foolishness for now."

You chuckled, knowing full well she wouldn’t actually throw them away. The pouches full of shiny objects—your small, odd gifts—were still there, and deep down, you suspected that despite her words, she found some strange comfort in them. They were part of you, and for all her talk of battle and strength, Lae’zel had a softer side, one that you had slowly but surely started to uncover.

As she resumed sharpening her sword, you leaned back against her, your fingers grazing the edge of the pouch where your collection of trinkets now rested. For a moment, the two of you sat there in silence, the crackle of the fire and the steady rhythm of Lae'zel's movements the only sounds in the camp.

"I'll bring you something even shinier next time," you whispered mischievously.

Lae'zel just sighed, shaking her head, though you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Whatever, love."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart sat by the campfire, meticulously polishing her armor after a long day of travel and battle. Her face, illuminated by the flickering flames, was calm but focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as she worked. The quiet hum of the evening surrounded her, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant chirping of crickets.

You, on the other hand, were still feeling the residual energy from your last shift. In the heat of battle, you had taken the form of a serpent, slithering through the chaos with lethal precision. The thrill of it still hummed in your veins, and even though you had shifted back into your human form, the snake-like tendencies lingered—just as they always did.

As you approached Shadowheart, her back turned to you, you couldn’t help the sly smile that crept across your face. There was something about the way she sat there, so focused, so collected, that made you want to unravel her composure, even if just a little.

Without a word, you came up behind her and slowly, deliberately, wrapped your arms around her shoulders, your body pressing close to hers. Shadowheart’s hands froze for a moment, her grip tightening on the armor she was polishing.

“Again?” she sighed, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Can’t you ever just approach like a normal person?”

But even as she spoke, there was no resistance in her posture. She knew what was coming.

You smirked, leaning in to press your cheek against hers. “Where’s the fun in that?”

With slow, fluid movements, you let your arms snake around her, mimicking the way your serpent form would coil around its prey. You squeezed her lightly, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough that she felt the pressure, locking her against you. It was an old habit now—this need to wrap yourself around her, to feel her close, like you did in your more serpentine moments.

Shadowheart let out a small, breathy laugh, her head tilting slightly as she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye.

“You know, I have things to do,” she said, though there was no real edge to her words.

You gave a mock pout, squeezing her a little tighter, your arms locking her in place. “Do you have to? I think you’re perfectly fine right here.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t try to pull away. “I can’t very well get anything done when you do this,” she pointed out, her voice light but teasing. “And you’re forgetting something important.”

“Oh?” you asked, shifting slightly so that your arms tightened around her waist. “What might that be?”

Her hand came up to rest over yours, giving a gentle tug as she turned her head to look at you more fully.

“That I need to breathe,” she said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. You blinked, pretending to act surprised.

“Breathing is important, I suppose,” you said, though you didn’t loosen your grip right away. Instead, you leaned in closer, your nose brushing against her neck as you spoke in a low, teasing tone. “But you do look quite lovely all tangled up like this.”

Shadowheart sighed, her tone feigning annoyance but laced with affection. “You’re impossible.”

She shifted beneath your grip, trying to regain some semblance of mobility, but you held her fast, your arms curling around her even tighter. You loved the feel of her warmth beneath your touch, the way she would sigh and lean into you even as she protested. It was a need, a craving to feel her close, to wrap yourself around her like the serpent you so often became, your body and mind still echoing the instincts of your wild shape.

But Shadowheart, as always, was sharp. She gave your hand another squeeze, this time more pointed.

“Come on,” she whispered, her voice dropping lower as she leaned her head back slightly against your shoulder. “I really do have work to finish.”

You groaned playfully, loosening your grip just a little but still keeping her close. “Can’t it wait? Just for a little while?”

Her smile softened at that, and she turned her head so that her lips brushed against your cheek, a brief but tender gesture. “Only if you promise not to squeeze me so tight next time. I like having my ribs intact.”

You chuckled, finally loosening your hold enough for her to breathe more easily. “Fine. But only because you asked nicely.”

Shadowheart stood, brushing off her armor and shaking her head in mock frustration. She gathered her things, though you noticed she still lingered near you, her gaze flickering to you every so often as if she, too, was reluctant to fully pull away.

As she started to move back to her tasks, she paused, looking at you over her shoulder. “You’ll stay out of trouble while I finish up, won’t you?”

You grinned, leaning back against the tree and stretching your arms behind your head. “No promises.”

She gave you a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and amusement.

“Just try not to coil around me again while I’m working,” she said with a wink. “I’d like to get through one night without being squeezed to death.”

You laughed, watching her walk away before calling out, “We’ll see about that.”

You knew you’d coil yourself around her again before the night was over. But for now, you let her have her moment of peace—because no matter how much you wanted to keep her close, you knew that, with Shadowheart, there was always a perfect balance between the wild and the calm.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheria:

Jaheira had grown used to your peculiar habits, though that didn't mean they never surprised her. As a druid, shifting into various animal forms was second nature to you, and you often took on the traits of whatever creature you had most recently embodied. Jaheira had seen it all—your quick reflexes, your uncanny ability to sneak around like a shadow, and most curiously, your newfound obsession with small, confined spaces.

The first time she found you curled up inside a box at camp, she hadn’t known whether to be amused or exasperated. The box in question had once held supplies, and you had somehow managed to squeeze yourself into it, sound asleep. Your knees were tucked to your chest, and your arms wrapped around your legs, looking exactly like a cat napping in the most inconvenient place. Jaheira had stood there for a long moment, arms crossed, staring down at you with raised eyebrows.

“Out of all the places to sleep,” she muttered to herself. “A box?”

Of course, being the practical woman she was, Jaheira didn’t disturb you. Instead, she quietly found a blanket and draped it over your curled-up form, shaking her head with a mixture of fondness and bemusement before leaving you to your nap.

But that wasn’t the last time she’d catch you doing something like that.

One morning, just as dawn began to break over the horizon, Jaheira woke to find herself alone in bed—at least, at first glance. She reached out instinctively, expecting to find you beside her, but her hand landed on the cool, empty sheets instead. A frown tugged at her lips, her mind still hazy with sleep. She shifted slightly, about to sit up when something stopped her—a soft, warm pressure against her pillow.

Turning her head slowly, Jaheira blinked in surprise.

There you were, sprawled across your pillow, your head resting precariously close to hers, face just inches away. You weren’t lying normally like any rational person might; no, you had positioned yourself on top of your pillow, your limbs draped lazily over her side of the bed. Your face was nestled right next to her pillow, and your breathing was soft and rhythmic, your body completely relaxed in the strange position you'd chosen.

Jaheira sighed, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched you. It was as though you had forgotten, once again, that you were no longer in the form of a cat. The way you stretched yourself out so carelessly, how you claimed the bed without a second thought, reminded her of how cats could make themselves comfortable anywhere, no matter how strange or inconvenient the location.

She couldn't help but chuckle quietly to herself. The sight of you like this—peaceful, unguarded—warmed her heart. Jaheira, for all her gruffness and practical nature, had always had a soft spot for the more unusual aspects of your personality. Even when you frustrated her with your odd tendencies, there was something endearing about the way you embraced them so fully.

Careful not to disturb you, Jaheira shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she studied your sleeping face. Your hair was a little mussed, and your lips parted ever so slightly as you slept. She had to admit, there was something calming about seeing you so at ease, even if your choice of sleeping position left much to be desired.

Jaheira reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of your skin beneath her touch made her smile again. She thought about waking you—after all, it wasn’t exactly comfortable for her with you sprawled out this way—but as she watched you, she found she didn’t have the heart to disturb your slumber.

Instead, she leaned in slightly, her lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, fleeting kiss.

"You strange, strange creature," she whispered affectionately, her voice low and amused.

As if sensing her presence, you stirred slightly, your brow furrowing in your sleep. You let out a soft, barely audible sound—a sleepy sigh—before nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, your body shifting closer to hers. Jaheira chuckled again, shaking her head at your feline-like persistence.

She adjusted herself slightly, carefully shifting her pillow so there was a bit more room for her. Then, with a quiet sigh, she settled back down, allowing herself to drift closer to you. As inconvenient as your habits could be, Jaheira had grown to love these moments of closeness—the quiet intimacy that came from simply being near you, even when you were completely unaware.

The warmth of your body, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept, brought her a sense of comfort she hadn’t known she needed. And though she would never admit it, she liked these moments more than she let on.

"Sleep well, kitten," she murmured with a smirk, before letting sleep take her once more.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Guys even as I wrote this my cat was trying to sit on my laptop, if you ever see a typo or spelling mistake, know that it was my cat having her input. Hope you guys enjoyed this !! - Seluney xox

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[crimsoncandy04]

I'm secretly obsessed with the yandere Kabukimono thing I wrote about once lk.

So like I kinda thought about it and came up with some more head canons for this alternate universe where Wanderer in his past is obsessed with someone to the point of it being unhealthy.

Kabuki is more gentle natured and naive in comparison to the man he'd eventually become, but he's not an entirely different one at the end of the day and the desire to be wanted by someone would definitely still be there. It's just not as toxic yet.

So I feel like if he were just out and about one day and suddenly locked eyes with a young woman and felt instant and extreme attraction to her, at first he'd kinda freak out but would be ultimately curious about the raging new flow of emotions he's experiencing and would quickly try to speak with her as soon as possible.

After greeting her and having their first conversation together he'd want her attention immediately every day after that and all to himself. As he would figure out very quickly that seeing this girl spend time with others would cause him to feel insecure and paranoid. Fearing that he's not enough for her in some way thus making her want the company of other men and pushing him away.

Personally I don't see Kabukimono doing your typical yandere violence shit.

He's still too sweet.

But that doesn't mean he's not clingy and obsessive here in this verse.

I feel like his empathetic and selfless nature would become his weapon of choice here. And he'd be more emotionally manipulative and controlling but NOT to the extreme of Scara yet. He's still too inexperienced and doesn't want to do something he outright sees as bad yk because he's a sweet guy still? He just doesn't know how to handle his intense feelings here.

He'd probably try to take up all of her time constantly. Always doing as much as possible for her so that she had no reason to seek outside help for anything and always finding ways to make her feel like she had to stay with him for long hours so she didn't have time for anyone else either.

He'd be hesitant to bad mouth anyone but he'd probably try to make a big deal out of things when he sees someone do something questionable like

"someone said they saw _ doing _. I had no idea he was such a selfish person like that. You really shouldn't spend time with people like that Y/N." Or something along those lines.

He'd frame it all as just wanting the best for her and him trying to be considerate while slowly becoming suffocating and stalkery.

And YES. He'd stalk her.

But only because he doesn't understand what he's doing. At least by moral standards.

Kabukimono only understands that he wants to know what this girl's doing constantly because he just enjoys being around her and knowing she's content and safe.

He has absolutely no idea why people keep reprimanding him for hiding in the bushes outside her house and following her while she's out foraging or running errands.

He just wants to always be by her side!

What's wrong with that?

(he has little to no understanding of social cues or rules yet)

When it comes to intimacy, Kabuki is a mix of red flags and green ones. On one hand he's supposed to be a yandere in this scenario and OF COURSE he'd be yearning for a moment of physical affection with his cherished one.

But obviously he wouldn't do anything drastic or vile.

He's still kabu after all.

I feel like he'd be physically touchy anyway, but until he figures out what fornication is, it's mostly just hugs that go on for too long and little cheek kisses and stuff. Like sweet hand holding too.

But after he learns what it means to bed someone, he'd be a man with only one thing on his mind. Yet not because he's some overly horny pervert.

But rather because he's just learned about something new and exciting sounding that would allow him to get VERY close with his beloved. And of course because we're in ancient Inazuma (Japan), I'm sure anything he read about the topic would convince him that he had to be the initiator and dominant one when laying with a woman. So he'd make sure he did it "right" and make the first move like mortal men "should".

I feel like he'd do something embarrassing here just because again, he obviously doesn't understand subtlety or flirtation enough to have any kind of game. So he'd probably just ask over dinner or something and shock everyone. And until he's made aware that it's creepy and inappropriate, he'd probably keep asking too until someone pulled him aside and informed him on why he shouldn't discuss such things in front of people.

However after that (if she eventually gave in) he'd try to do nice things he read about that women supposedly enjoyed. Because after all he'd still want his partner to feel like he's irreplaceable and therefore not want to get rid of him.

He'd try to impress her here a little. In other words.

Also thankfully he's open to suggestions and will immediately listen to anything she says to him during the act.

So if she doesn't like something, she could easily just let him know and he'd stop.

Kabukimono is like the most green flag of a yandere there could ever be.

But his abandonment trauma does make him a little uncomfortably clingy and insecure at times. Especially when it comes to being possibly "overshadowed ' by another person in any way.

From his perspective he wasn't good enough for his creator.

So in his mind the most important thing is that he constantly proves to his beloved that he is irreplaceable and necessary in nearly every aspect of her life.

[strnilolover]

how did adhd!reader and chris or matt meet? (you choose which boy)

yk what let’s do both cause why not

Chris … You weren’t even supposed to be at the party. But, you somehow drug your friends along to some random house throwing this giant party that caught your eye. They kept telling you it was a bad an idea — you didn’t even know who’s house this was. But, you weren’t focused on that — not until it came to trying to socialize with random people.

You sipped on your drink, wandered through the house, and even made awkward small talk with a few people. But eventually, you escaped to the backyard for some air.

That’s when you saw it. A ping pong table.

It wasn’t just any ping pong table — it was set up with plastic cups arranged in a triangle at each end, a clear sign that an intense game of beer pong was in progress.

You didn’t even think before walking over.

“Hey, can I try?” you asked, interrupting a tall guy with messy hair who was mid-throw. He froze, blinking at you like you’d just asked him to solve a math problem. “What?”

“Beer pong,” you said, pointing at the table. “Can I try? I’ve never played before, but it looks fun.” The guy — Chris, as someone nearby called him — narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. He was cute, annoyingly so, with that effortless “I don’t care” attitude that made him stand out in the crowd.

“You’ve never played beer pong?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Nope,” you said, popping the P with a grin. “But I’m really good at making random shots with, like, crumpled-up paper or popcorn, so I figure this can’t be much different, right?” Chris smirked, setting his cup down. “Alright, newbie. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You picked up the ping pong ball, your hands slightly jittery from excitement. Focus wasn’t exactly your strong suit, but in that moment, the world narrowed to the ball, the cups, and Chris’s teasing smirk. You threw the ball — and missed. By a lot. Chris burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help but join in, doubling over as the ball rolled across the grass.

“Okay, so maybe it’s a little harder than it looks,” you admitted, straightening up. “Ya think?” Chris teased, still grinning. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

He grabbed another ball and lined up his shot, sinking it perfectly into one of the cups. The small crowd around the table cheered, and Chris turned to you with a cocky grin.

“See? It’s all about precision,” he said, miming a slow-motion throw for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, show-off. One more try.”

This time, you aimed carefully, sticking your tongue out in concentration. You threw the ball — and it bounced off a cup and into someone’s drink. The crowd groaned, but Chris was laughing so hard he had to clutch his side. “That… was the worst shot I’ve ever seen,” he said between gasps. “But, honestly, 10 out of 10 for creativity.”

“Hey, I said I’d try, not that I’d be good,” you shot back, crossing your arms. Chris leaned against the table, his grin softening. “You’re funny. Annoying, but funny.”

“And you’re cocky, but surprisingly nice,” you replied with a smirk.

From that moment on, the two of you kept bantering back and forth, and by the end of the night, Chris was dragging you into more games—not because you were good (you were terrible), but because he liked how you made him laugh.

-

Matt … Matt had decided to take a walk through the park, his headphones on and hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. It was his go-to way to relax, soaking in the quiet hum of nature. He hadn’t planned on meeting anyone, least of all you.

The first sign of chaos was the bright pink kite, spiraling wildly through the air like it had a mind of its own. Matt noticed it out of the corner of his eye, just as it smacked against a tree branch, dangling pathetically.

“Ugh, no, no, no! Come on!” you groaned loudly — maybe too loud. Matt turned toward the voice and saw you, jogging toward the tree with a determined expression, your hair slightly disheveled and a spool of tangled string clutched in your hands.

“Stay here,” you muttered to the kite, like it could hear you. “Don’t go anywhere. Not that you can…”

You didn’t notice Matt watching as you grabbed the lowest branch, trying to pull yourself up. “Need help?” he called out, his tone amused.

You froze, halfway through an awkward climb, and turned to see him standing a few feet away. His dark hoodie, slight smirk, and steady gaze made him look effortlessly cool—so naturally, you immediately blurted out the most chaotic thing you could think of.

“Nope! Got it under control!” you said, though your foot slipped slightly as you spoke. Matt raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Because it really looks like you’re about to fall out of that tree.”

“I’m not gonna fall,” you insisted, though your grip tightened. “Probably.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “You sure? I can just grab it for you.” You sighed dramatically, giving up your pride. “Fine. But if you fall, that’s on you.”

Matt smirked, rolling his eyes. “Noted.” With an easy jump, he grabbed the branch and climbed up just enough to free the kite. He handed it down to you, brushing a few leaves off his hoodie as he hopped back to the ground.

“There. Crisis averted,” he said, smiling softly. You looked at the kite in your hands, then back at him. “Wow. I don’t know whether to thank you or feel embarrassed.”

“Both?” he teased, shoving his hands in his pockets. You laughed, your smile wide and genuine. “Okay, fair. Thanks, uh…”

“Matt,” he said, nodding slightly. You smiled, introducing yourself as well. “Didn’t mean to get the kite all stuck in the tree — i haven’t tried to fly one of these in a long time.”

He chuckled. “Well, you definitely made my walk more interesting.” You chuckled. “Glad I could entertain,” you said with a mock bow. Then, biting your lip, you added, “Hey, uh, since you saved the day and all… you wanna help me actually fly this thing?”

Matt tilted his head, considering. “You’re not worried I’ll run off with it?” You snorted. “Pfft. I’d chase you,” you said confidently.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Alright, let’s do it.” The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon trying (and failing) to keep the kite in the air. By the time the sun started setting, Matt was laughing more than he had in weeks, and you were certain you’d just met someone who might make your life a little brighter.

[dsireland86]

Imagine if Noah bought for Christmas LED lights that active when you clap (if yk which ones I mean)

I don't think I have to write something more to it.

Cuz we all know why he would buy it...

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 oh good lord 🥵🥵🥵

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I rummage through the bottom drawer of my dresser, searching for the comic book that Nick gave me for my birthday last year just to prove him wrong about a scene in it. He's been arguing with me for days about, telling me I'm the one that's wrong, but I know I'm not, and I'm going to prove it to him.

"Dammit! I know it's in here," growling in frustration, flinging random papers to the side. I lift up another stack of crap and find a box wrapped in pretty red Christmas paper with a smashed red bow on top. I stop and think for a moment and then it hits me. "Oh, shit," I mutter, slamming my palm against my forehead, laughing at myself. "I can't believe I forgot about this!"

The idea came from an ad I saw back around Christmas time. It was a really dirty idea, and I wasn't sure how Y/N would feel about it, so I put the gift somewhere she wouldn’t find it until I was ready to give it to her. It was supposed to be a Christmas Eve gift, but we ended up going over to Matt's instead. I think about it for a moment and wonder if Y/N would actually be up for the idea. I'm hesitant and place the box back in the drawer but when the image of her flashes across my mind the way it does, I don't second guess it, but instead grab the box and head downstairs.

Y/N's curled up on the couch with the same book she's been sucked into for the last two days. Her favorite blanket is draped over her lap and she’s staring hard into the pages before her. Her facial expressions are priceless, making me smile at each one as I gaze at her. She's adorable, hot and feisty, all rolled into one pretty package that's all mine and every time I look at her I think about how lucky I am.

"Hey, babe," feeling my heart flutter the moment she looks up at me. "He good lookin', there you are. I thought maybe you got swallowed up by the deep abyss of junk you call your bottom dresser draw." "Ha ha, very funny," I reply, knowing she can hear the sarcasm in my tone. She goes back to reading her book.

"Do you know who the killer is yet?" "Nope." I sense the slight irritation in her tone. "Don't sound too enthused," I joke sitting down next to her and she sighs loudly. "The killer is about to strike again, and it's about to get gross and gory." "Should I be worried about how excited you are about that?" pointing out her enthusiastically rich tone. "Maybe," she peers up at me sinisterly. I stare at her deadpanned. "Gotcha," she giggles, giving me that beautiful smile of hers.

I can't help but lean over and kiss her, feeling the way she leans in closer to me, pressing her lips harder against mine. I slip a hand behind her neck as she slips her tongue into my mouth, softly rolling it over mine and making me want her. I breathe in deeply, pulling away before things get out of hand. "God, why are your kisses so addictive?" I breathe, resting my forehead against hers. Y/N shrugs and sits back, picking her book up again.

"So, is this the part where everyone gets all bloodied up and then fuck like horny teenagers?" I laugh, pushing the pillow away that she hits me in the face with. "Shut-up! It's not like that." "Not like what? All smutty and romantic with the two main characters taking off their clothes in every chapter?" I look over at her and can't help but chuckle at the cute, little angry face she's wearing. I tap her on the nose as she quickly turns away from me.

"You're so dumb sometimes," she mumbles, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed at me. "Yeah well you're with me, so I guess that makes you dumb too, then." This time she snickers, and the sweetest smile breaks out across her face. "There it is," I say gazing down at her as she looks up. "Whatever," she mutters. "What's that?" she asks, nodding at the box in my hand. "Oh, uh," I laugh nervously. "This is a Christmas gift for you that I forgot about." "You forgot about it? How do you forget about a Christmas gift," she asks, lacing her arm through mine. "Well, I was a little hesitant about giving it to you." "Why?" I huff a small laugh and throw my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing it as a nervous tick. "Just open. You'll see."

Y/N gives me a confused look, but unwraps the gift anyway. Once the paper's gone, in her hands lies a box of LED lights that activate with any kind of clapping sound and send out waves of soft, bright light over and over and move faster the quicker the clapping becomes. Y/N sits there silently, staring at the box, trying to figure it out.

"Any idea," I ask? "Mmm," she stares a little harder, then shakes her head. "Nope. I have no idea. LED's are your thing, babe," she points out, handing me the box. I take it and turn it over, showing her the part I need her to see. As she reads it, her cheeks turn a slight shade of red, and she covers her mouth with her hand, giggling quietly. "Really, Sebastian! Really!" she cries, tackling me with a pillow.

I'm laughing so hard that I fall back the moment Y/N climbs on me, pushing me until I'm flat on my back and she’s hovering over top of me. I rest my hands on her bottom, gently squeezing the soft flesh beneath them. Her response to my touch sends the right kind of signals to my head and something inside me jolts to life. I hear my breath catch. She touches her nose to mine before kissing the tip.

"I love you," she says so confidently. Those words do something to me every time I hear her say them. "I know," I whisper. "And I never get tired of hearing you say it. Y/N smiles. Her nose brushes against my skin as she presses her lips against the skin of my throat, forcing me to hold my breath, afraid to leave this moment with her. "You really want to try those lights out, don't you?" she asks with her lips still pressed against my neck. I make a sound in the back of my throat, one that's mixed between a laugh and a swallow. "Uh, yeah, I kind of do," I admit, unashamed.

Y/N presses her core into me and heat fills my veins. She rocks against me slow and steady, each move a little harder than the next. I'm losing the battle of resistance, but I can't think, let alone try and stop her. She sits up and shifts until she's straddling me and her hands are pressed against my chest. I take a quick breath, fighting against the sudden rush of pleasure from the heat of her sex pressed right against my dick. She's making it no secret what she wants from me, what she wants me to do to her as begins to sensually rut against me. "You're tormenting me, Princess," I groan when she smiles.  "Then let's go upstairs and open the box. Then let's see who torments who."

I sit up, tossing Y/N off me, and scramble to my feet. Tossing her blankets off, I pull her to her feet and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder and head up the stairs. "Wait, wait, wait," Y/N laughs hysterically, tapping my back. "The box, you forgot to grab the box!" Turning around I make a dash for the box I left on the couch, grab it, and practically run upstairs with Y/N still over my shoulders.

I've got the LED system of lights hooked up in a corner of the bedroom when Y/N comes out of the bathroom from taking a shower. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I'm focused hard on the instructions laying in my lap trying to figure out how to program the remote when I look up and notice her. She's in nothing but a towel, her hair, dark and damp, draped around her shoulders. She looks like something that's just walked out of one of my wet dreams.

"Well, don't you look delicious," I tell her. Blood rushes through my veins, hot and fast, making my erection slowly grow. Y/N makes her way over to me, a sweet grin that's driving me insane, lurking in the corner of her mouth. "Hi."

 "Hi," I grin, looking up at her. Running a finger down her arm, goosebumps appear over her skin that's soft and smells of eucalyptus and mint. Pulling her by the towel closer to me, I wrap my arms around her waist and plant my face on her tummy, breathing in her scent, deeply. Her gentle kiss on the top of my head as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds me has me feeling safe and protected. I sigh, resting against her for a moment. I finally pull back, just a bit, to look at her, grazing her bottom lip with my thumb.

"Did you get the lights working?" "Um, yeah," clearing my throat. Raising the remote, hoping my programming worked, I hit the "on" button and we both watch the firework style LED lights come to life. "Wow. It's actually really beautiful!" The light of the different colors reflecting off Y/N's hazel green eyes stirs every nerve ending in my body, forcing them awake. "And watch this," I add, clapping my hands together. The lights respond the way they're meant to and move faster the louder and faster I clap. "Oh, shit, Noah," she chuckles. Her amusement is obvious.

I place my hand on the side of her face and turn her head to look at me. Then she kisses me without any restraint. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck and I'm overwhelmed with an intensely dark rush of emotion. The towel falls off her body, onto the floor, and I'm lost in the feel of her bare skin in my hands. "Noah," she mutters against my lips. "Yeah?" "You're still fully clothed." "That's a very good observation," I breathe, clenching my fists to keep from pinning her to the bed.

Her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She leans in and kisses my neck, dragging her lips and tongue across the tail between the hand painted on my skin. My eyes fall close. There aren't enough words to describe what I'm feeling, what she's doing to me. Y/N's mine. She's perfect and she wants me and I'm not going to fight it. I don't want to.

"God, you taste so good," Y/N says as she melts into me, her breath quivering as she's pushing me back while still kissing me. I fall backward into the bed gasping as she searches my body through the fabric of my pants for the zipper that will give her access to what she wants. "Yeah? I've got something else that tastes better than my neck," I smirk, breathing through a tight laugh. She pauses and looks up at me. "What do you think I'm looking for?" I groan when she continues her search, arching my back to give her more room to search until she finds it and when she does it's like she can't take my pants off fast enough.

"Damn, someone's in a hurry."  "What can I say," Y/N smiles, climbing back on top of me once she's gotten me fully naked. "You drive me crazy, baby." Her words set my body on fire and before I can stop myself, I pull her into my arms and devour her lips. Her breasts are pressed against my chest and her pretty little clean shaven pussy is right on the threshold of slipping over my swollen length like a glove. Her hair falls forward, grazing my skin, as she takes my hands and slides them down to cup her ass. I groan, squeezing her and smirking as I swallow the sound, diving for her swollen lips again.

"Is this what you want?" I breathe out, my voice raspy. She dives back into the column of my neck, licking and kissing it rapidly. I moan again, louder, longer, against her ear and feeling her skin prickle with goosebumps again. "Tell me, princess. What do you want?" The movements of our bodies are harsh and needy and I think I'll die if she doesn't tell me what I want to hear. I take the tip of my cock, already dripping with precum, and place it against her entrance. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders as she moans, biting her lip.

"I... I want," she gasps as I push my tip slightly between her folds. "I want you, all of you, Noah. I want to feel you deep inside me. With my hands on her ass, I push into her, groaning and grunting loud at the feeling of her soaked walls sliding over my cock. I pull out so only the head is inside her, stretching her wide, then slam back in, her whole body jerking. Y/N cries out, gulping back a moan, as her hands find my hair and run through it, tugging and pulling. I can't hold back anymore. I don't want to.

Picking her up I toss her on the bed, rolling her onto her front. Once I'm behind her, I grab her hips and shift her until she's able to see the LED lights in front of her while positioning her exactly how I want her. "You're going to watch those lights light up like fireworks as I fuck you raw and hard, princess. You got it?"

Y/N releases a forced moan of acknowledgement. I push her down with my hand pressed tightly against the middle of her back while my other hand tangles in her hair and grips it hard, forcing her to look at the lights. I can't control the savage urge in me, my animalistic behavior coming out. I thrust up hard into her, forcing a scream out of her and begin to fuck her hard and fast. The sound of our skin slapping together starts off slowly but quickly speeds up the harder I fuck up into her, bringing the clapping lights to life and lighting the room up beautifully.

"Those lights are fucking beautiful. Look at it princess, look how fast they're lighting up as I fuck this pretty little pussy. You like this? You like it this hard. this fast?" I let her hair go and Y/N's head falls as she adjusts herself, bringing her ass up higher. She grabs the bed sheets, releasing desperate needy moans over and over. "Oh god, Noah you feel so good," she tells me, boosting my confidence. "You like this, princess? Are you strong enough for me to keep going? If not, tell me to stop," I say, panting hard. "I don't want you to stop, baby. Please don't stop. Don't stop," she begs. I pushed further into her, slapping her ass hard and making the lights explode over and over. It's empowering to see what I'm able to do to her.

"I love how you look right now, wet and bent over only for me. I could jerk off to this image for the rest of my life. You'd like that wouldn't you, watching me fall apart and make a mess, painting your body with my cum." "Fuck, Noah," she moans, clenching she sheets tighter. "I'm about to cum," she whines, gasping one more time. "No, no, I want to watch you come undone on me," pulling out quickly to switch positions.

Soon, I have her on top, riding me. "You're so damn beautiful, you know that," I tell her, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and watching how she enjoys me being inside her. The noise she's making makes my dick twitch, making it throb as I hit that spot that's got her completely wrecked. The colorful lights fill the room, obviously working with the sounds of our loud love making perfectly and the way they reflect in the background paint Y/N's body in a sensually dark state, creating shadows on her face. She tightens her thighs around me, pressing her hands hard against my chest. Her nails dig into the colors of my tattoos as my throat tightens and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come hard inside her.

"I love you," Y/N says breathlessly. "Terribly. Like so much," lacing her hands in mine and pinning them on either side of my head. The way she starts grinding on me has me choking back moans. "Yeah? How much?" gripping her hips tighter. "Like a crazy fucking amount," she whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "That sounds dangerous." "It is," she nods, looking deeply into my eyes.

I reach up and kiss her, attacking her mouth like a starved man. I wrap my arms around her once she lets me go, holding her tight, holding her close as she makes love to me. It's no longer about who can make who cum first. It’s about pouring our love into one another completely. Her hands are in my hair, my fingers run down her back, and soon Y/N is panting, moaning softly as she lets go of my hair to clench around my shoulders, holding onto me and biting the skin right above my collarbone, as she cums hard, soaking my cock with her sweet tasting juices. It doesn't take long for me to follow her, filling her insides with my seed until it's seeping out of her and onto the sheets.

We’re both breathless, completely wrecked and fucked out of our minds. Y/N collapses into me, burying her face into my neck. "Up for another shower," I ask softly. "Only if you come with me, again." I chuckle at her reference. "Absolutely, princess. I'll come with you wherever, whenever you want me to.” The kiss we share is simple and sweet. I brush the hair out of her face and smile at her. "I love you." "I love you too," she replies, planting another kiss on my lips. "Do you like your gift?" referring to the lights. "You mean the gift you forgot about?" I chuckle. "You're not going to let me live it down are you?" "Nope. Wait till I tell the guys. Then it'll be worse." "Oh, god, no," I groan, squeezing my eyes shut while grinning. "Are you going to tell them all the details about how we tried them out, too?” standing up and walking toward the bathroom with her still in my arms "Only if you want me to." The mischievous grin spreading over her lips has me spinning out of control again. "Better not. They might like that too much. And you're only mine. You belong to only me." Y/N tightens her legs around me, hugging me tight. "And I love that. Yours," she mutters as we enter the bathroom. "Mine," I whisper," closing the door behind us and locking us inside, away from the rest of the world.

[jakescapes]

ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ (ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ ᴘᴛ. 2)

pairing: stranger!jake x reader (f)

synopsis: When a plane crash leaves you stranded on a deserted tropical island with an unreasonably attractive man you've never met, survival is your only priority—at first. What will happen once you both let your guards down around each other and sparks start to fly?

warnings: little angsty, fluff, surviving on an island ig, explicit smut, sub jake (kinda), mutual loss of virginity, more to be added(?)

word count: 600+

author's note: the last teaser i posted didn't have any of the story yet so i decided to give just the beginning of the story so yk the vibes :) it's a little short tho

read here!

The flight was supposed to be the start of everything new. A clean slate. A fresh beginning. You had packed up your life into a single suitcase, clutching your boarding pass with a mix of nerves and excitement. The airport had been crowded, bustling with people coming and going, but you barely noticed them. Your mind was already in the future, in the life that awaited you once you landed.

This was supposed to be the moment you left everything behind, the doubts, the regrets, the people who didn’t believe in you. You told yourself this was your chance to start over, to finally become the version of yourself you’d always wanted to be. And for a while, as the plane soared smoothly through the sky, you believed it.

Then, everything went wrong.

It happened so fast, yet somehow, it also felt like slow motion. One moment, you were staring out the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath you. The next, the plane jolted violently, sending your stomach lurching into your throat. 

Gasps rippled through the cabin. Then came the screaming.

The oxygen masks dropped from above. People fumbled with them in blind panic, hands shaking as they secured them over their faces. The lights flickered. The whole aircraft trembled like it was being shaken by an invisible hand. You gripped the armrests, knuckles white, heartbeat thundering in your ears. The gut wrenching drop, the way gravity seemed to forget its own rules. The sharp, deafening crack of impact, metal screaming as it tore apart, salt water swallowing the wreckage whole.

The plane dropped. Plummeting so fast that your body lifted from the seat, the seatbelt digging into your stomach. The sensation was sickening, like a free fall with no end. Children were crying. Someone else was praying. Others were saying their last goodbyes to their loved ones. The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, but you couldn’t process the words, just the sheer terror laced in them.

A violent, crushing force. Cold water, so much water. The world spinning, tumbling, breaking apart. A desperate struggle to breathe, to move, to live.

And then, nothing.

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When your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you saw was blue. The sky, bright and cloudless, so painfully beautiful that for a second, you forget where you were. You blinked, feeling warmth on your skin, something soft beneath you. Sand.

Am I dead? 

Wait, no.

You’re alive.

The thought rushed in like a tidal wave, overwhelming and disorienting. You sucked in a sharp breath as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, sand clinging to your damp clothes. The world tilted, your head throbbing in protest. You took a moment to steady yourself before really looking around.

Blinking the blur from your vision, you took in the scene around you. Wreckage was scattered across the shoreline, twisted metal, suitcases, bits of the plane that no longer resembled anything recognizable. A life vest fluttered in the breeze, tangled in the branches of a palm tree. The ocean, impossibly blue and endless, stretched toward the horizon, calm as if it hadn’t just swallowed an entire plane.

Panic gripped your chest.

There should be people. Survivors. Anyone.

You forced yourself to stand, ignoring the way your legs trembled beneath you. Turning in desperate circles, you scanned the beach—someone has to be here. Your breath came fast, shallow. The silence was so wrong, so deafening. Where is everyone?

Then, movement.

A few yards down the beach, half buried in the sand, lay a figure.

Your heart stuttered. 

It was a man. Tall, lean, his clothes damp and clinging to his body. His dark hair was messy, strands sticking to his forehead. One arm was draped over his face as if blocking out the sun. For a second, he looked too still, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you.

Then, he moved.

Your breath caught as recognition hit. Not by name, but by memory. You saw him on the plane. Maybe in the terminal, maybe in passing as you boarded. 

And now, on this deserted stretch of sand, with no one else in sight, he might be the only person in the world left with you.

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[dudadragneel]

I'm just gonna drop this here and hide....😳

Enjoy!

🦄 Can I request a fic where hyunjin n y/n were supposed to…yk (lol) and she really missed him and waited for him to come back from his trip to Japan so they could have some ���alone time ✨ but when he comes back theyre in her room and she’s kissing him but he stops her and she gets hurt and thinks he doesn’t want her but he’s actually nursing a bad migraine. Then later they go out to the convienence store cus y/n needs to buy pads or something and it hits him really hard and he starts throwing up outside and y/n realizes he’s really not well. (You can take over from here …)

OF HEAT & PAIN

Having alone time when your boyfriend is an idol, is practically impossible, because of a few factors. They live in a dorm, so no chance you'd have alone time there; going to a hotel was a risky move due to fans and sasaengs. The last viable option was your house, but then again, his schedule was packed, especially now that he was an ambassador for Versace.

You couldn't even remember the last time you two had sex, it felt like it had been ages. To say you two were sexually frustrated was an understatement and he was coming back from Japan in a few days, so you were more than eager, just like him.

The night before his arrival you had called him, telling him to go straight to your house. And so he did.

As soon as they landed, Hyunjin walked in a different direction from the group, earning a few questioning looks.

- I'm going to y/n's.

He had gotten so excited when you called him he forgot to tell the others. And because of that, and the obvious hurry he was in, the boys couldn't help but tease him. Typical men's behavior.

To both you and Hyunjin, the ride to your house felt ridiculously long, each minute that passed was an eternity, only increasing the need to see each other, to feel each other.

You didn't prepare any romantic setting and neither was he expecting it, he just wanted to get to your house as fast as he could and so did you.

Each minute that passed just made the thirst increase in both of your bodies.

When he got to your house he barely said goodbye to the manager and went straight into the building.

You were waiting for him in the living room, anxiously pacing around, heart almost beating out of your chest in anticipation.

When you heard the door lock clicking, your heartbeat increased and you rushed towards it.

The long-haired boy opened the door dropping his bag on the floor and immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You barely exchanged words, your mouths only focused on feeling each other, he grabbed your ass lifting you and you wrapped your legs around him.

He took you to your bedroom, and you never broke the kiss. By the time he lay you down on the bed, his hair was all messy and his heart was beating fast as well.

There was only lust in both of your eyes, you took off his shirt and he took yours and his mouth started trailing every inch of your body, from your mouth, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and inner thighs.

When he trailed back up and locked his lips with yours one more time, you started to feel him as well as your hands trailed down his back, his chest, his v-line, then reaching his belt and pulling him closer to you.

Not a single word was said, you both just drowned in each other's touch. You pushed him so now you were on top and just like him your mouth trailed his entire body, from his ears, neck, chest, his abdomen all the way to his v-line, you could feel him twitch under your touch and then trailed back to his mouth.

He grabbed your arms and pinned you on the bed, making his body get even closer to yours, lowering his hips so it was now touching your middle and you could feel he was aroused as you.

He kept kissing you passionately and your hands didn't leave the back of his head, none of you wanting this moment to end.

Then, unexpectedly, Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat by the edge of the bed, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

He was so succumbed to lust he forgot the migraine he began feeling inside the plane and now, as the heat inside his body increased, his heartbeat was pulsating inside his head.

He knew his sudden action had hurt you, how could he just back away like this after arousing you so much and being away for so long?

Hyunjin was also taken aback by the way things turned out and left for the bathroom, and you just stood there sitting on the bed, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. "Did I make him mad? Did I overstep a boundary? Did I get too ahead of myself?" And the worst of it all "Did he find someone else?" You were just frozen.

Inside the bathroom, he grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping it tightly out of pain and anger. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you and he couldn't believe his body would betray him like this.

He took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror, his expression changed from one of utter lust and excitement to one of immense pain.

After a few agonizing minutes, he came out of the bathroom looking completely different from before and noticing how sad you looked.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took your hands in his, looking at them and not daring to lift his head to look at you. A deafening silence took over the room, mood completely different from before.

- Hyunjin? What happened?

You broke the silence, voice slightly shaky and hurt, afraid of what his answer would be.

- I'm sorry...I-

You swallowed hard not really wanting to hear his answer but then you saw a teardrop fall from his eye. You held his chin in your hands and gently lifted his head.

- What's going on? Why are you crying?

- I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to hurt you... It's just- my head, it's exploding.

As soon as he said that, he broke down into tears. He was looking forward to seeing you after so long and completely ruined the mood.

- Oh baby. Don't cry, please.

You said pulling him into an embrace, him wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears in your body as well as his labored breathing, his bare back heaving up and down.

- Sshh...it's okay, it's okay...

You reassured him stroking his hair and kissing him. When he calmed down a bit he let go of you.

- I'm sorry...I soaked your clothes...

He said chuckling a bit, but then winced when a sharp pain stung his head.

- It might be a migraine, baby. Why don't you take some painkillers and then a shower?

- Okay. I'll do that.

- Call me if you feel unwell.

You closed the door and sat down next to it. If he hadn't been feeling this migraine today, you would've showered with him, but the romantic night you two were expecting had to be postponed.

While he was showering you got his bag which he left by the front door and noticed something peeking out of one of the pockets. Even though you two were both at it a few minutes ago, seeing that he was prepared made your face go red.

After taking his bag to your room, you went through some of your stuff and realized you had to go to the grocery store to buy some things that had run out. You were so anxious about his arrival and looking forward to the night that you completely forgot about that.

When he got out of the shower you were waiting for him, wearing comfy clothes and a rather worried expression on your face.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better. My head is still hurting but not as much as before. I guess the excitement ended up making it hurt more.

- You should've told me, baby.

- I couldn't. I was only thinking about you and I didn't even notice.

- Well. We'll raincheck this to another night.

- Of course baby.

He said pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

- Babe, I need to go to the grocery store. Wanna come with me?

- Sure.

- Take the painkillers before we leave.

- ok.

The store was close to your house so there was no need to get the car, it would be a waste of fuel.

You two walked very slowly, admiring the scenery and just trying to enjoy each minute.

The store was rather small, it was the typical neighborhood store run by the same family over the generations and they knew both of you. They knew Hyunjin was an idol but they always respected his boundaries and treated him like an ordinary person, and Hyunjin was grateful for that.

You started looking for the stuff on your list, like cup noodles. You were in the mood for a hot night not cooking, so cup noodles were the best choice.

Hyunjin was slowly walking behind you, his migraine was getting worse than before and the lights were making his eyes sting in pain. And not only that, the pain was increasing by the second and it was affecting his stomach as well.

As he walked, it kept doing flips, swirling around the food he had on the plane. He started to muffle queasy burps and a few of them brought up a small portion of vomit that he managed to swallow, a kind of reflux.

And he thought that maybe, there was a slight chance this was just reflux. But his stomach probed him wrong in a matter of minutes.

You kept on taking things here and there and putting them in the basket and he followed you, hand on his stomach trying to comfort the churning sensation.

Eventually, the walking just worsened his condition. He felt his stomach burn, painful gurgles coming from it, and then his mouth started tasting weird and filling up with saliva. Before his mind could even comprehend what was happening, his stomach contracted sending hot liquid up his esophagus hitting the back of his throat.

He clamped his mouth and ran out of the store startling the elderly couple that ran the store.

You were so focused you didn't notice Hyunjin practically vanishing from behind you.

The old man rushed outside to help Hyunjin while the woman went to tell you what was happening.

Hyunjin was outside of the store, bent over with his hands on his knees for balance as a wet burp brought up part of his last meal hitting the ground between his feet and while you weren't there, the old man kept patting his back.

- Aigoo~

The old lady accompanied you outside and you saw Hyunjin bring up a thin stream of vomit that mixed with the mess on the floor and ran to his side.

- Babe! What happened?

You asked, holding his hair back when he puked one more time and rubbing his back. The old couple went inside to give you some privacy and get some water and tissues for Hyunjin.

His stomach seemed to have given him a break, so he was now still bent over, only spitting out saliva.

- Honey? What happened?

- I don't know...my head started throbbing and then my stomach was churning...

- Oh honey, these migraines always get you huh? The painkillers didn't work then.

- No. It helped just a bit but then-

He was cut off by a queasy burp that was followed by a retch, a productive one bringing up even more of his stomach's contents making him bend over even more. He didn't have time to breathe before another two waves gushed out hitting the floor with a sickening sound.

He was then left dry heaving and retching but nothing but stomach juice came out.

The elderly couple came back holding a bottle of water and some tissues.

- Here, darling.

- Thank you.

You took the water bottle and uncapped it before handing it to Hyunjin who rinsed his mouth and then you wiped his mouth.

- Feeling better?

- Yeah...a bit...

But the effort that his stomach put him through to get rid of his meal, worsened his migraine even more, he felt like his head was splitting open and it was hurting enough to make him dizzy.

- I need to sit...

He said weakly, swaying a little bit but you and the old man managed to steady him and sit him on the step of the stairs. He put his elbow on his knees and rested his throbbing head on his hand.

You sat beside him, fanning his face and rubbing his back.

- Do you think you're gonna pass out?

- No...I just need a minute...

- Okay.

The elderly couple approached you, concerned all over their faces.

- Aigoo~ is everything okay, young man?

- Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for the trouble.

- Oh, don't worry about it, love.

- I'm sorry for worrying you.

You said bowing.

- You don't have to. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You always drop by, of course, we care about you.

- Thank you. He's got a bad migraine but he'll be alright in a few hours.

- Drink a lot of water and get plenty of rest, young man.

- I will. Thank you.

The elderly couple went back to the store to get the things you were going to buy and gave them to you.

- Oh! Thank you. Baby, wait here, okay? I'll just go pay.

- There's no need to right now, darling. You need to take care of him first, you can come back later.

- Are you sure?

- Of course. Go on! Have a great night and get better soon, young man.

They entered the store and you were left with Hyunjin who was still sitting down, trying to make the dizziness go away, or at least decrease so he could stand up and walk back home.

- Here, drink some more. Small sips.

You said giving him the water bottle and sitting beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

- I love you, baby. I'm glad you're back.

- I love you too, honey. I'm home.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin felt well enough to go back home but you decided to support him anyway. You knew his migraines were no joke and that anything could happen on the way home, but thankfully nothing happened.

His head was still hurting but not as bad as before and as you two were walking, the moonlight was shining bright.

You stopped to admire the view, holding each other's waist and just feeling each other's presence.

Hyunjin took out his phone and took a picture of both of you and the moon, wanting to register this simple yet meaningful moment.

When you got home, you made sure Hyunjin ate something before he slept because feeling hungry on top of feeling nauseous was a horrible combination.

But his head was still hurting and affecting his stomach and a few minutes after he was done eating, his stomach wanted to get that out.

You were on the couch when he got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He went directly to the toilet where he ended up puking his dinner and you could hear retching coming from inside.

- Hyunjin? Is everything okay in there?

You asked knocking on the door.

- Y-yeah...I'll be out in a minute...

He responded and then threw up again but after the second bout, he was feeling better, relieved.

He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom.

- Did you throw up again?

- Yeah...but I'm feeling better now.

- Really?

- Yes. I think I got everything out.

- Well then. Let's just chill, you need it.

Thankfully, your house had a balcony, that you decorated with such care, it looked like a magical place. There were plants, lights, and a couple of paintings Hyunjin gave you and you cherished them with your whole soul.

You took him to the balcony and lay down on the big swing, motioning him to cuddle you, and so he did.

Once he was in your arms, he felt his whole body relax, a feeling he so much needed.

- I'm sorry for today...

- You don't have to.

- So...wanna pick up where we left off tomorrow?

- Only if you're feeling better.

You said, flicking his nose and then kissing him.

Both of you were still lusting for each other but that could be dealt with later, right now you both just wanted to feel and enjoy the cool breeze under the moonlight.

[multifandom-pleasures]

𝙃𝙀𝙔𝙔𝙔! IT'S GOOD TO SEE A SONIC FANS WITH YEAR OF SHADOW!! (uhm okay 'got to excited)

So can I request team sss (silver sonic shadow yk) and villain also sibling!reader okay so before reader become a villain they were siblings and they had so much time together before their parents d##d in a accident sooo what will they react to their sister? Do they fight? Or her sister just ignore them until they decide to speak to her?

THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAYY!

A/N: thank you thank you!! I got a bit carried away in the plot for each one, and with different types of endings for each of the boys - so I hope they can be satisfactory!! thank you for the suggestion!!

silver

silver didn’t know what happened. one moment, you two were growing up together, trying to survive in the apocalyptic world you were both born into and then the next; you turned your back on him. perhaps you’d grown tired of starvation, constant fear and fighting, and sleepless nights plagued by nightmares that not even silver could protect you from. he felt like a failure. he knew he couldn’t protect his world solely on his own, but you? you were his family. he could have at least protected you.

he found you terrorizing a few survivors of their scraps, cornering them with a sharp weapon and threats of ending them. silver flung the weapon from your grasp, and as you jerked your head his way, he could see the conflicting emotions flicker across your face. anger, confusion, longing, and then back to anger again. you wanted to run away and forget you ever ran into him - but your legs wouldn’t move. your victims escaped as your eyes drifted down, surely silver was using his powers against you to keep you from leaving.

he wasn’t. it was your fear and panic alone - something you hadn’t felt in some time.

“ (y/n).. “ silver’s voice was soft, like you always remembered it. it never failed to put you at ease. you reluctantly met his gaze, expecting disappointment - disgust even. you nearly choked up as he approached you with a look of relief, “ you’re okay. I’m so glad you’re okay. you look.. well. “

you flinched as his hand came to your face, cradling your cheek against his palm and you found your bottom lip trembling, your breath stuttering as you attempted to inhale. you’d missed him. His expression shifted into one of worry as his thumb swiped your cheek. tears.

“ I’m sorry. “ you forced out, “ I’m sorry - I couldn’t take it anymore. I was only a nuisance to you, you had so much to worry about and.. “ he shushed you, his arms coming around you and pulling you into his chest.

“ it’s okay. it’s okay.. I’m just glad you’re okay. “ silver replied, stroking the back of your head, “ you should have spoken to me. you were never a nuisance. I worry for you because I’m your brother - I’m supposed to. I’m always going to want to protect you.. “ he pulled away to look down at you, “ you’re all I have left.. if I lost you.. I don’t know what I’d do. “

silver pressed a kiss to your head, and pulled away to take your hand, “ come on.. let me take you back. we’ll work together from bow on, okay? we’ll keep each other safe. “ you hiccuped and nodded, trailing after him as you wiped away your tears.

sonic

sonic was first on arrival, as per usual, when he heard a village was set on fire. he was used to petty villainy, but this was a step above that - and not one he was accustomed to. but he could manage. he raced along to help the locals escape, and just as he was wrapping that up - he skidded to a stop. those spikes, those eyes.. they felt much too familiar.

“ (y/n)? “ he found himself calling out before he could think twice - and the figure turned. it was you. it had been some years since you’d disappeared, sometime after your parents had died. he was bent in sticking to justice and good; living a life they would be proud of. and you had other plans. you were determined to avenge them, revenge your only fuel for living now. in the few times he’d ran into you, he couldn’t seem to change your mind. too bad it looked like you lost your way along that path.

in his shock, he didn’t bother to dodge as your lunged at him - toppling him to the ground. you hissed at him as you swung, and his arms came up to protect his face from the punches. the pain was numbed as he stared up at you, taking in the features he’d grown up knowing. your gentle eyes were hardened, and your smile had disappeared, a constant snarl. he couldn’t hit you back no matter how much his instincts told him to protect himself. you were his family. if he fought and turned you in now; who was to say he would ever see you again?

he could hear faint running steps coming his direction; which brought him back to reality. the fire. it was hot, sweat beading and matting at his fur, the flames licking at him. they’d grown in the time he was distracted with you. you seemed to hear it too as you pulled yourself back, a conflicted emotion flashing over your face before you leaped up. you threw one last final glare his way before you ran off, disappearing in the fire and into the forest. he sat up and turned to see the others coming to help put out the fire.

“ sonic! “ amy ran up to him, grasping onto his arms and tugging him. he followed numbly as he looked down at his bruised and battered arms, “ are you okay? what happened back there? “ he only shook his head in response, looking back to where you’d ran off to. he’d have to look for you again. he could change your mind - couldn’t he?

shadow

shadow could admit, he was never one to follow a straight line. he did what he needed to so long as it helped him accomplish his goals. thieving, lying, or even helping his rival, sonic, if need be. good or bad; he was neither. and even if he’d contemplated ending a life by his own hands, he had never done so. he promised Maria he wouldn’t. you did too; raised alongside him on the ark and raised by the doctor gerald robotnik. but it seemed as if that promise meant nothing to you.

what led you down this path, he had no idea. he witnessed the same traumas as you had, suffered like you, and yet, you both were so incredibly different. G.U.N had sent him to investigate a series of deaths involving their soldiers and to find the culprit. all his leads brought him here, to you. you stood above a fellow G.U.N member, gun in hand and pressed tightly against their forehead. they were pleading for their life, and you took it in sadistically.

“ (y/n). “ shadow appeared before you, and your weapon was promptly lifted to him instead, brows furrowed into a glare.

“ you work with them? “ you scoffed, looking your brother up and down with an almost disapproved look, “ humans? they’re weak. they destroyed everything we ever knew and cared for - you *work* with them? *for* them? “

“ you knew maria wanted us to protect them. we are stronger than they are, yes; they are weak, and that is why we are here - “

“ they killed her! “ you snapped, finger on the trigger. shadow did not look phased, “ they killed her, because they are weak, simple minded creatures driven by fear. they destroy what they don’t understand. “ the next thing you knew, shadow was indirectly in front of you and grasping the barrel of the gun - yanking it from your grasp.

you lunged at him, and you both wrestled and fought. shadow was significantly stronger than you, gaining more of dark doom’s dna than you had - but he was holding back, and you knew it.

“ you’re just as weak. “ you grinned maliciously, “ just as emotional and pathetic as they are. you can’t hurt me, just because we’re related. if I truly am a threat you should just end me. “ you slashed at his face, and he growled as your nails tore the skin on his cheek - blood beading at the wounds.

shadow grasped the gun and for a moment, you thought he would shoot you - he would take your suggestion and end your being. instead, a sharp pain cracked at the side of your skull, and you were thrown off shadow. the world spun as you tried to focus on the way he moved - rose to his feet and grasp onto the G.U.N member you hadn’t gotten to kill. he dropped the gun and looked down at you, and you swore you saw sadness in his eyes as he spat.

“ you are not worth killing, “ he paused, “ and you are not worth saving. if I ever find you to end another human life - I will be there. and I won’t hesitate. “ and he was gone in a flash of green, leaving you to collect yourself.

[the-raindeer-king]

That is exactly what I mean and if you don't like talking about him(I understand people can find body horror uncomfortable, absolutely no shame I just got excited) you don't have to answer, I promise it's all good!

But yes!!! He is absolutely horrifying. You knew him before? Simon is a scared, difficult, rough person who shows care in such subtle ways.

And then he comes home again, it should be the same. But instead you have a walking abomination of... Him. (It looks like 3 different versions of him. But that tattoo looks like Soap's on the arm, and it looks like Gaz's hat on his belt so👀) And he's so different but so similar. Sometimes he might do something so vaguely 'him' but just different enough that it's near uncanny (again, multiple shoved into 1 body yk?)

And sometimes those three try to do all at once, making his mouths garble with intent that doesn't come through. Or multiple arms try to do the same thing at once and get in the way, or do multiple different things and he fumbles for a moment, pausing to recollect and try again.

(not to go on, but the monster fanatic in me is absolutely jumping out rn)

And I just wonder how that extends to you. His partner. Does each variation have different ways of referring and you can use the terms to distinguish who's really leading the body? Can you tell by the way his hands grab or pet or embrace?

You have to kiss each head though. They get grumbly if they miss a kiss, especially if the other heads get one.

It would be amusing watching him to to fight himself, but best we not do that.

I've been referring to him as the Cerberus or Cerberus Ghost cause 'The Alone Skin Ghost' is a mouthful lol

As a final thought. However uncanny watching three move one body can be, imagine how intimidating it would be when all three decide on one goal. Synched words, motions, intentions.

At that same time, I wonder how endearing it would be if all three variants each decided to express care or affection for you all at once. Creepy but so very very endearing

Anyway, sorry for rambling, thanks for reading!

Don't apologize. I've been checking tumblr to see if you'd come back lmao. Also I love horror, and body horror is such an interesting concept to me. Especially as someone who doesn't feel comfortable in their own body. Also Ghost cerberus is totally giving me brain worms, so we're in the same boat, anon.

I feel like the first few days of living with Ghost are rough. He's constantly fumbling, jerk motions of half attempted actions. Constantly seems to be at odds with his own body, his own mind.

(Idk if it's the other members of the 141, or just 3 different versions of Ghost because, as you said, he's got Soap's arm and pieces of the other's clothes. But all 3 heads belong to Ghost. I'm pretty sure one of them is suppose to be zombie Ghost too.)

The only thing he seems in sync on is you. When he reaches out to touch it, it's with all the arms. But each caress is gentle, comforting. Maybe a little possessive, but that's not new.

Things get easier as the days go on. He seems to fall back into step with himself, but each head has its own personality, its own thoughts. There's a carefully balanced routine within himself, and with you.

Also, he's so much bulkier now. Imagine how great he'd be at cuddling! I think it would take some time for him to feel comfortable initiating any kind of affection, so unsure if you still even want him now that he looks like this. But those thoughts quiet down over time, and you find yourself constantly being pulled in for multi armed hugs and cuddles.

Also, I think the first proper sentence he gets out is, "I love you." It's the only thing all three heads can agree on. :)

[oscarthedino]

Jeremiah x reader

Summary: y/n Conklin is the middle sister of Steven and belly. You have been dating Conrad sense last summer but lately you have been noticing he was off. As summer is now approaching fast you can’t wait to see him and also hope you can figure out what is going on with him but you can’t believe what actually is in store for you.

Warnings: cursing, mention of death/cancer, cheating, possibly assault and smut

Chapter 2

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You get out of the pool and walk into your house without even looking back. You don’t even want to know what that was about. This has been the first time you have seen Conrad in a while you guys talk all the time over text and sometimes call but still it looked like he was almost flirting with your sister. Maybe he was just being nice to her you tell yourself, I mean he obviously knows she has always had a crush on her.

You walk into the kitchen to find the moms and belly sitting and decide to join them not making eye contact or looking at belly. Susanna come up to the both of you “stand up girls let me get a good look at you guys” she tells us and we both do as she says “omg you both have grown up so much, you are gorgeous” she has the biggest smile on her face while she says this and you can’t help but smile back almost forgetting what just happened.

“Thank you” you say to her blushing before both you and belly give her a hug

“Go get dried off girls your dripping all over the floor” you mom says breaking the moment. Susanna tries to argue that it’s fine but you know how she is and immediately run upstairs to your room.

Your and Jeremiah’s room are right next to each other maybe that’s why you guys are so close. You can hear everything that goes on in each others rooms so you always knew when he was upset and vice versa. You tried not to cry in your room because of that, you felt bad when Jeremiah came to check up on you so you learned to hold it in or sneak out of your window to the beach.Your stuff is already in your room your mom or Susanna must have brought it up. You immediately on short Jean shorts that are your favorite to wear in summer and a tank top and then lay on your bed.

After a few minutes you contemplate going to find where Conrad is there’s a good chance he is in his room, but won’t he come to you you thought to yourself. You wait a few more minutes trying to decide still upset about earlier plus he was acting weird earlier to he also has been acting off the past few mouths but ever time you brought it up he shut it down so you just stopped asking. “Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped” you mumble to your self quietly. Before you have any more time to think about it there is a knock on your door. “Come in” you say sitting up hoping it’s Conrad your heart drops a little and so does your face with you see brownish curly hair

“Oh hey Jere” you say “Wow you can’t be a little more excited to see me” he says with a teasing tone. “Sorry” you tell him dropping you face a little and rubbing a hand through your hair. “Long day so far and I thought you were Conrad” you say the last part laughing a little. Jeremiah looks at you a little concerned before he says “are you guys alright, more importantly are you?”. You pause for a second before you say “yeah I’m fine just thrown off by earlier yk, can’t help but be a little upset that you know your sister still likes your boyfriend”. “Yeah I get that” he tells you looking back up at you with discomfort and sadness. You wonder what that’s about , does he have a crush on belly you wonder but decide to ask him at a later time. “Aren’t you supposed to go on a swim with belly?” You suddenly remember that they always go to the beach when you guys first get there. “ yeah I’m about to go get her, but wanted to check on you first” he tells you pointing to the towel that you didn’t even realize he has with him. As your about to say something else someone appears in the doorway. Conrad. Jeremiah gets up and takes it as a way to go find belly giving you a quick smile before leaving.

“Hi” he says to you in a soft voice. You move to sit on the edge of your bed and Conrad comes to sit next to you. “Hey” He opens his arm inviting you to lean against him. “I’m sorry about earlier, I don’t know what happened and didn’t want you to think something else” he tells you. “Yeah well that’s a little hard when you know you’re not the only one who likes you” you say pushing away from it so you can look at him. You see his face drop a little and immediately feel like you’re being stabbed in the heart. He sees your discomfort and your hurt and says “look we both know what belly thinks of me” wow can he not even fully admit to it by saying it. He continues “ but that doesn’t change anything for us we have been over this before”. Your head drops again now feeling embarrassed for even thinking anything else. He tilts your head back up to look at him so he can finish what he was saying. “If belly ever says anything to me a promise that I will confront her ok, and I will tell you after”. “I’m sorry” you tell him. Conrad doesn’t respond but he moves back to lay on your bed and once again opens his arms for you. He knows the one thing you hate most about being long distance is that you never get to touch him or he can’t hold you. You don’t say anything either and immediately go to lay on his chest as he wraps an arm around you. You look up at him and he leans down to kiss you. It’s slow and like your just kissing each other for the first time exploring each others mouth and the way he feels again after so long. He places his other hand on the back of your neck and you hands are pressed up against his chest. He pulls away first and rests his forehead on yours. “I’ve missed you sweetheart” he tells you rubbing a hang through your hair. You don’t say anything else not wanting to ruin this moment. You and Conrad usually sit in silence sometimes I think you both find it comforting, but for some reason sitting here in silence now is unnerving and you wonder if you’re the only one who feels like that. You lay there with him for a little while more while your head goes crazy like it normally does thinking about everything from what your wearing tonight to the bonfire to how are Jeremiah and belly to and hoping they have fun back to earlier where you where wondering if jere liked belly and for some reason that thought didn’t sit right with you. You then thought about Conrad as you looked up at him and he is just lying there staring up at your ceiling with no emotion on his face. Why has he been acting so weird you feel he has been so much more distant lately. You don’t want to have to ask him now to not ruin this moment but you are alone and if he was going to tell you something it would be now. “Hey Connie” you ask. He looks at you which makes you go on. “Are you ok? I feel like something has been going on with you not just today but for the past few months you’ve been so distant and I’ve tried to give you your space to tell me but you always just tell me your fine” he looks like he is about to say something like I am fine but you continue before he can’t “ I know you are not fine so don’t even try to say that something else Is going on and I want you to talk to me”. He sits up causing you to sit up to. “I’m fine” he says “it’s just school yk with going off the college soon” he doesn’t look at you. This opens up so many other questions that you have now like what’s going to happen when he goes to college you guys haven’t even talked about that.

You can also tell he isn’t fully telling the truth. Before you can ask anything else or even say anything else he gets up and walks towards the door. “I’m going to go surfing before dinner okay” he tells you not even looking back at you as he leaves. “Conrad” you call after him but there is no use he is already gone. You sit there for a min just staring at door wondering the fuck Happened and push down your tears for later. You get up and go downstairs and decide you’re going to see what Susanna needs help with for dinner.

Cooking has always been yours and Susanna’s thing no matter what. Ever sense you where little you have loved to cook and Susanna loved to teach you. You couldn’t help but hate keep this one thing because ever one else has there own especially belly, we all knew belly was the favorite she has always done everything with the moms like while we went out to the bonfire they stayed back and watched movies or when me and the boys went to do stupid shit she stayed home with them. I think it’s more she is the baby then anything Jeremiah mostly vouched for me and Steven just accepted it but it was harder with belly because she is always a snitch. But no matter what me and Susanna had this to are selfs.

“What are we making” I ask rubbing my hands together as I walk behind the counter. “Where just making pasta and a salad tonight” she tells me “Oooo nice I will start cutting vegetables” I say walking over to the fridge and grabbing veggies then getting a cutting board and knife. Me and Susanna work around each other in silence sometimes we like to catch up with each other but otherwise it’s quiet which is exactly what I need right now until Susanna asks me “how are you and Connie doing I swear he probably will only talk to you right now”. I freeze cutting and then resume when I find the right words. “Where ok I guess” I pause for a second not sure if I can continue but then remember who I’m talking to “it’s just that something seems up with him idk he has been more distant and won’t talk to me as much and ever time I bring it up he shuts me down”. I stop cutting again and this time look at Susanna who is now draining the pasta. “I had hope he would be willing to talk to you about what’s going on but he will come around to you” she tells now putting the pasta into a bowl then coming over to give me a hug. “I’m just so worried I want he to be able to tell me things” you tell her wrapping your arms around her “Give him time and he will” she tells me pulling back and kisses my forehead before going back to getting things ready on the table. “Yeah I know your right” you say putting a piece of cucumber in your mouth.

Your mom comes around the corner as you do and immediately sees you snacking on some of the veggies. “Y/n stop eating your about to have dinner don’t spoil it or eat to much” she scolds you. You immediately put the next cucumber done and start helping Susanna put the rest of the food the table.

You guys are all now sitting at the table messing around and talking. It’s the normal sitting Conrad at the head the two moms and belly on one side and Steven, Jeremiah, and you on the other. “So how is football doing” your mom asks jere and Conrad. “Ummmm” jere says hesitantly looking at Conrad before continuing “it’s going pretty good for me you know I love being on the team” this is Jeremiah’s first year playing. “Oh I’m so glad” laurel responds “what about you Conrad” but he just sits there quietly. You reach your hand out and place it on his under the table but he still doesn’t even look at you. After some silence Susanna says “did he not tell you guys, he isn’t playing anymore” she looks at me and I’m so confused. “What??? When did you quiet” you ask him. He shrugs and all he says is “didn’t really like it anymore” and you immediately know that is a bunch of bullshit. He loves … loved football what happened why didn’t he tell what the fuck is going on with him. You look at him with hurt and confusion and all he does is give you a quick halve showing you nothing giving you nothing. You take your hand away from his and place it on the table. “Well I bet you will find something else” laurel says with just as much confusion as you have. Jeremiah chimes in and starts telling the entire table a funny story about what happened at his school this year but your to distracted to even pay attention to what he is talking about. The rest of diner goes by in a flash with you barely touching your food and your mom suggests you eat more of the salad before the pasta.

All of you are heading up to your rooms when you hear belly call after us. What is she doing you ask yourself. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for movie night” you ask her stopping at the top of the stairs like the rest of the guys. “Actually I was hoping I could go with you guys to the bonfire” she tells all of you. Steven starts laughing “hell no” he says “no way you’re going”. “Idk guys it wouldn’t really hurt would it” you tell them looking at everyone. “I’m staying out of this” jere says walking to his room. “I agree with Steven” Conrad chimes in getting an immediate confused look by me and once again I know he is aware I’m looking at him but he doesn’t look over. “Please come on just let me go this year” she pleads. “Not happening sorry bells” Steven says again walking to his room. Belly storms off without saying anything else. Then there where two, Conrad tries to open his mouth to say something but after him storming out and what happened at dinner you don’t want to hear it right now and turn to your room and shut the door. You lean against the door for a second trying to keep your tears in check but a few tears fall silently before you can do anything. You finally hear Conrad’s door close and sink down.

What the fuck is going on. What didn’t he tell you he quite football that is suck a big thing to him, omg is that why he wouldn’t let you go to any of his games. Why did he quite though he loved football what changed and why didn’t he feel comfortable telling you, what else hasn’t he told you. Is that why he has been acting so weird is it just because of football. What is happening this summer your not even a day in of your last normal summer and it’s already a mess and your sitting on your floor about to have an anxiety attack. Then it all sets in, this is your last normal summer with everyone in high school. By next summer jere and Steven will have been graduated and Conrad will be about to go into his second year of college. After that thought there is no holding back your tears and then just flow out. You try to keep as quiet as you can not wanting others to worry and ask but you can’t help it, so much has happened and it’s so overwhelming. You finally calm yourself down after what feels like forever and pick up your phone. You see a text from Conrad saying that you guys need to talk you think about just ignoring it but decide to respond. “We will talk later” you send him. Then your eyes make it way up to the clock and you realize you have 30 mins to get fully ready, “shit” you tell yourself getting up off the floor and wiping your tears.

You decide this is exactly what you need right now to get really drunk and dress really slutty, not for anyone else but for your self. You pick out one of your favorites when you’re trying to impress but it also makes you feel good. It’s a black dress that ends right under your ass it is spaghetti strapped and in the front there are 3 cut out circles that go down to your belly button and each one is attached by a small golden chain. You put in golden hops to match and do a simple face of makeup. As you are picking out your black sandals and purse there’s a knock on the door and half of you hope it’s Conrad so he can see you in the dress right now if you can even call it that and half of you hopes it isn’t him. Luckily for the second half it’s not him and just Jeremiah. Once you have fully opened the door you say “hi what’s up, time to go”

He just stands there for a moment and so do you until you break the silence by saying “ever thing ok there” and snap in his face, this pulls him out of whatever he was in before. “Yeah sorry you just look amazing that all” he says graving your hand and giving you a little spin “you ready to go” he asks grabbing your purse for you. You nod your head and start heading to the car. I mean you don’t blame Jeremiah this dress makes you look amazing especially since your boobs are almost hanging about and It hugs your curves perfectly. You get out of the house as fast as possible so your mom doesn’t see you , she has no clue you own this dress and probably would flip out if she did. The other boys are already in the back of the car and you notice how you are probably a little over dressed with Conrad still wearing what he was wearing from earlier jere is in a over shirt but knowing him he would take it off later and same for Steven except his would probably stay on. You get in the car and so does Jeremiah handing you your purse. You don’t even look in the backseat but can feel both there eyes on you but you don’t say anything instead you pull your mirror down and reapply your lip gloss after you finally look back and ask “is there something I can help you guys with”. Conrad just sits there for a second and lets out a long almost groan still staring at you but Steven insisted he needed to say something. “Don’t you think that’s you know a little much and a little reviling . I don’t need guys looking at you all night your my little sis and you you kinda look like a…” but before he could finish his sentence both Conrad and Jeremiah and intensely looking at him but I don’t need them to stand up for me. “Are you sure you really want to finish that Steven” you say not even looking back but the silence that you get tells me his answer. “Ok then let’s go” Jeremiah says turning on his music full blast but even as I look over to him his knuckles are white from grabbing the steering wheel. You can’t help but get this weird feeling inside of you close to the same one earlier when he came to get you but right now Is not the time to think you tell yourself your here to enjoy yourself and have fun.

The rest of the car ride you are just screaming the lyrics of the song and at one point like many times before Jeremiah lets you hang your head out the window and it feels amazing. You can’t help but look back and see Conrad smiling at you but you also see concern in his eyes. Why most he ruin a good moment of me having fun once again I don’t need him worrying about me for having fun. You guys finally get there and all get out. Steven And jere go off together probably to find someone to make out with and thinking about that gives you a weird feeling again but you completely push it down this time. You and Conrad silently walk towards the beach together your hands intertwined because even if you are upset you hope and tell your self there is a reason why he didn’t tell you. He breaks the silence first but you wish he hasn’t when he says “It’s kinda dangerous when you lean like half your body out the window like that I mean ik you like it and it’s probably fun but I don’t think you should”. You immediately stop in your tracks dropping your hand from his for now the second time tonight and just look at him for a second before you finally say “ really that’s what your going to fucking say ti me out of all the things you could and after everything that has happened tonight” he goes to speak but you just hold your hand up “ no don’t even try I’m done with you tonight I will talk to you tomorrow when you have some common sense” and you walk over the beer cooler before he could even call after you. You grab a beer from the cooler and the next thing you know you are being tackled by two people.

“Omg Shayla, Nicole” you say turning around giving them a hug “ it’s been forever I’m so happy to see you”. Shayla and Nicole are your best friends during the summer most of your other friends from home go on expensive trips and you do have much time to talk so the three of you have gotten really close over the past few years. “Omg we are to it’s been to long how are you , how is Conrad” Nicole says smirking at the last part. “In doing ok right now and he is fine” you tell the both of them while rolling your eyes “you know guys especially him” you sigh. “I mean if he is open you know” Nicole says laughing she has always thought he was super hot . “ you know if we ever need to kick his ass just let us know and we will, right Nicole” Shayla says bumping Nicole’s arm while looking at me. “No it’s ok” you tell them laughing “and I very much doubt it Nicole if my sister hears he’s open I will bet my life on it she will try” the sad part is your not really wrong. “Speaking of your sister” Nicole says nodding over to where an older man and is that belly??? Are standing. What is she doing here you wonder. “Ummm I will be right but guys” you say before heading over.

By the time you get over there the guys are gone and it’s just belly. “Well look who finally grew some balls and came” you say looking over her. You also didn’t recognize the very short pick dress she was wearing not that you could say much. “Where did you get that dress from it looks good ” you ask her. “ oh thanks and Taylor gave it to me” she says. Ofc Taylor did, you don’t like Taylor much while he’s she was fun to party with everything was always about her and she could get really annoying real quick I also over heard her and belly talking skirt me and Conrad and let’s just say they weren’t nice things. “Look” you tell her “stay out of trouble don’t get to drunk and if anything happens come find me ok” and I hand her the rest of my beer. She nods and I take that as a yes before walking back over to your friends.

“Sorry about that guys making sure she stays out of Trouble yk” you tell Shayla and Nicole. “Isn’t she the same age as you” Nicole asks. “ yeah kinda she just made the cut for as being the the same grade but she has never really been to a party before”. Nicole and Shayla are both 1-2 years older than you but you have always gotten along with them better. “Yeah I get that” Shayla says. “Anywayyyy” I say “what’s up with you guys this summer” I ask them. “Well me and Shayla are both doing the Deb ball this year” Nicole says “I’m actually a big sister this year you shouldn’t definitely consider doing it with us ”. “Omg really yeah I will think about it” wait I ask “who’s going to be your escorts” my smile is already getting bigger by the minute I knew this would help. “That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about” Shayla tells me “ I wanted to start talking to ummm Steven”. TBH you’re not even really surprised by it I mean you always kinda saw it and you trusted Shayla. “ yeah you definitely should” you tell her. “Wait really” she says shocked “ I just wanted to make sure it was fine with you, you know before I did anything”. “Shayla” you say grabbing her hands “I’m completely fine with it but thank you for asking”. The next hour goes by fast with all of you catching up and you learn about all there flings and friend drama. Then Shayla leaves to go find Steven and so does Nicole for some guy she said looks hot and how she needed to find a date still. By this post you have had at least four beers and are definitely a little more tipsy. As your sitting there looking out over everyone you spot your sister next to a guy sitting close to the beach and can’t help but think how cute and feel a little bit better about the whole Conrad thing especially if she is talking to someone else. Before you can start your next thought some guy comes to sit down next to you.

“Hey” he says looking over you. You get a bad vibe from him as soon as he sits not and you hate how he is looking at you. And then you realize you recognize him he was talking to Steven and belly before you went to say hi. “Umm hi” “Where are your friends at” he asks you. “They will be back soon don’t worry” you tell him standing up to get away with him as he is still looking over your body. “Well why don’t I keep you company then” he tells you reaching for your waist and his grip is strong. “Let go of me” you yell at him “I’m perfectly fine alone”. “Stop being such a tease” he says now getting a little annoyed. “Get the fuck away from me” you yell at him again my his grip just get tighter. But before you know it you hear an angry voice behind you say “ she told you the let go” you immediately know who it is. Jeremiah. The next thing you know is he is no longer holding you waist and is now in the sand. “What the fuck man” he says to Jeremiah then looks to you before walking off and says “your suck a fucking whore, you should have expected this when your dressed like that”

You pull your dress down and cross your arms over your body instinctively. “Are you ok” Jeremiah asks you rubbing a hand over your arm which weirdly sends sparks through you but you just ignore them right now. “ yeah I will be fine” you tell him but can barely get out before you look over and both you and Jeremiah hear and see Conrad and some guy fighting over something probably alcohol you think to yourself. But before you know it Jeremiah is rubbing over there but before he can get there you see belly run into view and Conrad hits her right on the check before he hits the other guy but he doesn’t land the punch but the other guy sure does. You don’t know if you want to you scream or cry but can’t because the next thing that happens is you all start hearing sirens and everyone is running.



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Finished batch one of tfe season 2 and honestlyyyyyyyhhh..,.

(first batch review and opinions)

(cut to avoid spoilers)

it's rough compared to the first season. I genuinely believe it's not the creators fault and they probably got mega rushed and a ton of budget cuts.

This season was definitely more Terran focused and I don't minddd that?? because it is their show. but I do wish legacy characters got a bit of spotlight. I know prowls coming in batch two so I hope he gets a fair share of screentime. again, I know it’s supposed to focus on the Terrans but I feel that if your gonna include the cybertronians can you try to use them a little more ? otherwise don’t have them at all yk /lighthearted

but personal grievances aside for a moment the writing was ROUGH. I know it's a kids show but almost all the episodes felt weirdly paced, awkward, and babyish?? and the animation downgrade doesn't make it any better.

honestly a lot of it was just really distracting and I couldn't really focus on the story. Also the story itself felt kinda, unfocused? idk maybe that's a personal thing as well. I found it kinda hard to get invested. The Terrans I only really like are twitch thrash and nightshade. jawbreaker is fucking insufferable. I’m sorry.

I noticed a lot of the issues in the episodes could have been easily solved. That is NOTT something u want an audience to feel.. a simple communication or action could have easily prevented an issue in an episode. :/

personal grievances back infront IM SO MAD BEE GOT LIKE ZERO SCREENTIME

Optimus episode was cute tho I like it when characters shit on jawbreaker

I don't mind the cons being villains but if you’re gonna have them as villains can you give them more personality and screentime. also a lot of the decepticons felt bland or out of character.

A fun and interesting plot line we could have had (at least in my opinion) is decepticon infighting. It felt bizarre to me that soundwave and shockwave just fell in line when starscream assumed leadership. IDK!! I feel like the three would be arguing over who would be leader?? Correct me if I’m wrong on this I might he looking at this all wrong. </3

honestly I had like zero interest in spitfire and aftermath but at LEAST aftermath had a new design (GLARES AT SHAMELESS TWITCH RECOLOR).

like I’m not even upset that twitch and spitfire have the same/similar alt modes because it works w them being literal parallels of eachother. I’m just mad it’s just a straight up (lowk ugly) recolor. it just doesn’t work for me personally. Especially bc a good redesign could immediately fix a lot of my issues with it. like make her sharper or give her different patterns and adjust the color placement SOMETHING BRO.

that concludes my disorganized ramble for now. I’m excited to see everyone’s thoughts on the first batch of season two and I remain optimistic for the second half :3

side note:

I LOVE YOU BUMBLEBEE I LOVE U SO MUCH AND ALSO IM SOOO HAPPY RAVAGE GOT CONFIRMED AS FEMALE ILY GIRL CAT RAVAGE