#the logical thing would be to close the ask box but I still like just talking to people :/

[arttsuka]

You don't have to draw all the requests sent your way! As you get more popular (and you will because your art is good) that will become literally impossible to do. I promise you not a single art blog answers every single ask.

But, but I HAVE to you don't understand :( the pressure is killing me, I don't want to disappoint people

[gf2bellamy]

Omgosh yes please write my idea! I would love that! (Spencer fiddling with an engagement ring while waiting at the hospital then proposing) and I loved that fic too! Honestly I adore the way you write fluff and hurt/ comfort! Have a great day!

proposal — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader has been shot, mention of concussions , spencer and reader are both very emotional, reader is in surgery a/n: hi hi ! i hope you like this <3

Surgery.

For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid’s mind was terrifyingly, agonizingly silent. No equations, no statistics, no rapid-fire facts to distract him—just that single, suffocating word.

Surgery.

You were in surgery.

You were on the other side of those sterile white doors, unconscious, vulnerable, your body at the mercy of strangers’ hands. The thought made his stomach twist. These were skilled professionals, he knew that logically, but they didn’t know you.

They didn’t know how you hummed under your breath when you were concentrating, or how your nose scrunched when you laughed, or the way your fingers always sought his in moments of quiet. They didn’t know that you were his—his light, the only person who could unravel the chaos in his mind with a single touch.

People who didn’t know that you were his future.

Spencer sat in the waiting room. His body refused to move. His mind, for once, refused to help him escape.

The world around him was muted — washed out, like it had been drained of all its color and sound.

The team had tried, at first. JJ had murmured reassurances, her voice soft. Hotch had spoken to the doctors, gathering information Spencer couldn’t bring himself to ask for.

But eventually, they all fell silent, giving him space—or maybe they just realized there was nothing they could say.

Their voices were background noise, distant and foggy.

None of it mattered. The only thing that felt real was the small, satiny box burning a hole in his pocket.

His fingers twitched toward it instinctively, tracing the edges through the fabric of his slacks. He had carried it with him for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment. A quiet evening, maybe. A walk under the stars. Somewhere peaceful, where he could tell you—with all the words he’d practiced in his head—just how irrevocably in love with you he was.

But now the future felt like it was dangling over a cliff.

A sharp, involuntary breath tore from his lungs as the reality crashed over him again—you were hurt. You were lying on an operating table, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His mind, usually so quick with solutions, was horrifyingly blank.

No calculations, no probabilities, just raw, paralyzing fear.

It was too much. The walls, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the sound of machines — it all felt like it was suffocating him.

So Spencer walked out.

He didn’t say a word to anyone. He just moved, his legs barely working beneath him, until he found himself outside, stumbling toward a bench just beyond the sliding emergency doors. 

He sat down heavily, the world still spinning.

And then—he pulled it out.

The ring.

The one he had agonized over for weeks, searching for something that would capture you—your brilliance, your warmth, the way your laughter felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. It was perfect. Delicate, elegant with a diamond that caught the light like the spark in your eyes when you teased him.

His throat tightened.

He had tried to shield you. God, he had tried. The bruise throbbing along his left side was proof—he’d thrown himself between you and the unsub without hesitation. But it hadn’t been enough. A split-second miscalculation, a fraction too slow, and—

The unsub’s strike had landed on you instead.

Spencer’s fingers trembled as he opened the box. The diamond glimmered faintly under the hospital’s lights, and he traced it with a feather-light touch.

Then he closed it. A tear fell.

It landed on the satin with a quiet tap, the fabric darkening where the droplet soaked in. Spencer didn’t wipe it away. He just stared blankly ahead, his vision blurring.

The doors slid open with a soft ding. Footsteps.

“Hey, Reid.”

Garcia’s voice was uncharacteristically subdued, stripped of its usual warmth. No silly nicknames, no bubbly reassurances. Just Reid. That alone told him everything.

She only ever called him that when things were bad. When she didn’t have the energy for sweetness or nicknames.

He didn’t turn. Couldn’t. But his shoulders slumped slightly, another tear escaping before he could stop it.

She sat beside him. Garcia said nothing for a moment. 

Then her breath hitched, just barely. She’d seen it.

The ring.

Garcia’s fingers dug into the edge of the bench, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her composure. No gasp, no dramatic reaction—just a sharp inhale, her eyes flicking between the box and Spencer’s shattered expression.

Spencer finally spoke. His voice was barely a whisper, rough around the edges.

“I was going to do it soon,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles along the box.

Garcia didn’t say a word. Didn’t move. Just let him speak — or try to.

“I was… uhm…” he started, but his voice cracked on the words. He took a shaky breath, his lips trembling.

“I—I just…” His sentence broke apart, lost in the ache in his throat. Another tear slipped down his cheek, falling silently into his lap.

Three minutes of silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

Spencer’s grip on the ring box hadn’t loosened; his knuckles were bone-white.

“She talked to me about it.” Garcia’s voice was soft, barely louder than the evening breeze, but it shattered the quiet like glass.

Spencer finally moved. Just his head, slow and mechanical, as if even that small motion took unbearable effort. His eyes—red-rimmed, glistening—locked onto hers.

“What?” The word came out breathless, like he was afraid of the answer.

Garcia’s smile was fragile, a ghost of her usual brightness.

“She was talking about a future with you,” she murmured, her own tears now shimmering under the hospital’s lights. “Said how she wanted to marry you.”

A sharp inhale. Spencer’s chest constricted, his pulse roaring in his ears.

You had talked about it. You had imagined it.

You had wanted—

“When?” The question was raw.

Garcia swiped at her cheek with her thumb, her voice steadier now, as if she knew he needed this—needed to hear it.

“Last month. After that case in Vermont, remember? When you two stayed behind to watch the sunrise.” A watery chuckle. “She said… it was the first time she let herself really picture it. The dress. The vows. You, in some mismatched suit, quoting Dostoevsky at the altar.”

A sound escaped him—half sob, half disbelieving laugh—as his grip on the box tightened. His vision blurred again, but this time, it wasn’t just from fear.

You had wanted it too.

Spencer closed his eyes. His free hand lifted, pressing against his mouth as if he could physically hold back the wave of emotion threatening to drown him.

Garcia didn’t say anything else. She didn’t have to.

Because in that moment, Spencer remembered—

The way you’d curled against him on the couch last week, murmuring about someday buying a house with too many bookshelves.

The way you’d kissed his forehead after a nightmare and whispered, “You’re stuck with me, Spencer Reid.”

The way you’d already chosen him, long before he’d even bought the ring.

And now, all he could do was pray, that he’d still get the chance to hear the word yes.

Spencer’s thumb traced the satin edge of the box one more time, when the hospital doors hissed open behind them.

Morgan’s voice cut through the night air like a lifeline.

“She’s stable.”

Spencer was on his feet before he’d fully processed the words, the ring box fumbled into his pocket with none of his usual precision. His long legs carried him forward in a daze, past Morgan’s relieved sigh, past Garcia’s watery “Thank God”, past everything except the pounding of his own pulse in his ears.

The fluorescent lights of the hallway stung his eyes as he burst through the doors. A nurse was speaking to Hotch near the reception desk, her clipboard clutched tight. Hotch didn’t hesitate—he took one look at Spencer’s ashen face and pointed sharply at him, his authoritative “Take him first” leaving no room for argument.

The nurse nodded, her shoes squeaking against the linoleum as she turned. “Right this way.”

The smell of antiseptic burned his nose. Machines beeped behind half-closed doors. Somewhere, a phone rang. None of it mattered.

The door creaked as Spencer pushed it open, his breath catching in his throat. And there you were—alive, breathing, real—propped up on hospital pillows.

A thick bandage wrapped around your waist peeked out from beneath the thin hospital gown. A brutal reminder of how close he'd come to losing you.

His knees actually buckled.

For a man who could calculate structural load-bearing limits in his head, who knew exactly how much force it took to collapse a human body, Spencer Reid suddenly understood physics in a whole new way.

The relief hit him like a tsunami, nearly bringing him to the ground as your eyelids fluttered open.

"Spencer." Your voice was hoarse, barely audible over the beep of the heart monitor, but it might as well have been a symphony.

He was at your side in three frantic strides, his long fingers trembling as they reached for you.

One hand cradled your face like you were made of glass, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. The other combed through your hair with desperate reverence, as if needing to map every strand to prove you were really here.

"I love you." The words tumbled out raw and unpolished. "God, I love you so much it hurts." His forehead pressed against yours.

You managed a weak smile, lifting a heavy hand to curl around his wrist. "Missed you too, genius," you murmured, your thumb stroking his pulse point where it raced against your fingertips.

His fingertips brushed your cheek, feather-light, like he was scared you’d vanish if he touched you too hard. Then your hair, his fingers slipping gently through it. He trailed them down to your jaw, over the edge of the bandage on your shoulder, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re really here,” Spencer whispered, almost in awe, like he still couldn’t quite believe it. “I thought—”

He stopped himself, choking on the rest of the sentence. The tears in his eyes caught the hospital light, shimmering but not falling. He took a deep breath, shaking his head slowly.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “You’re okay. That’s all I care about.”

Your smile was faint, tired, but so full of love. You reached for him, weakly, your fingers brushing against his hand.

“Sit down,” you murmured.

He moved instantly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he perched on the edge of your hospital bed.

But he didn't let go.

His hands remained locked around yours, fingers lacing through yours.

Spencer's hands trembled around yours as a single tear tracked down his cheek. "I'm sorry," he choked out, the words thick with guilt.

His shoulders curled inward like he was physically bearing the weight of his failure. "I should've—I could've—" His voice fractured, unable to articulate the countless scenarios his brilliant mind had already calculated where this might have been prevented.

You interrupted him with the gentlest squeeze of his fingers.

"Spencer," you murmured, waiting until his shattered gaze lifted to meet yours. The love shining through your exhaustion stopped his breath.

"You did protect me. That tackle you made bought the team those crucial seconds." A faint smile touched your lips. "My genius hero."

His lower lip quivered violently as he absorbed your words, your forgiveness, your unwavering faith in him.

In that moment, Spencer made his decision.

"I almost lost you today," he rasped, his voice raw with the terror of that reality. His thumbs traced desperate circles over your knuckles. "And I just—" A shuddering breath. "I can't—"

The satin box materialized in his shaking hand as if by pure instinct. He knew the timing was absurd—knew Hotch would raise an eyebrow and Morgan would tease him mercilessly later about proposing in a hospital. 

But the thought of waiting one more day, one more hour, without you knowing…

The box clicked open to reveal a delicate pear-cut diamond ring.

Spencer's entire being focused on your face as he whispered the three words that had kept him breathing when your heart monitor had flatlined for those eleven eternal seconds:

"Marry me. Please."

Spencer knew how this looked—knew every logical reason why this moment was all wrong. The antiseptic smell clinging to your skin. The way your hospital gown gaped where they'd cut it away for the bullet wound. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor counting each precious second you'd almost lost.

None of it mattered.

Your gasp was the only sound that existed.

"Oh my God, Spencer—" Your voice broke, tears welling so fast they spilled over before you could blink them away.

His own vision blurred as he watched them trace paths down your cheeks. The mathematician in him noted their trajectory—how they followed the exact same lines they had when you'd cried over his concussion last winter. The man in him just wanted to kiss each one away.

"I know," he whispered, thumb brushing your knuckles where the IV disappeared into your skin. His voice was raw, stripped down to its barest truth. "This isn't... there should've been candlelight. Or—or that little bookstore you love. Not..." A shaky gesture at the blood pressure cuff still wrapped around your arm.

Your fingers tightened around his with surprising strength. "Spencer." Just his name, but it held galaxies.

He swallowed hard. "I had this whole speech memorized. Fibonacci sequences and—and the chemical composition of diamonds." A wet laugh escaped him. "But all I can think is that I almost never got to ask you at all."

The ring trembled in his grip as he lifted it between you—a question, a promise, a plea all in one.

"Say you'll still have me? Even like this?"

The moment the word "yes" left your lips, something miraculous happened—the sharp ache in your side, the throbbing where the bullet had grazed you, even the metallic hospital taste clinging to your tongue all dissolved.

"A million times yes," you choked out between tearful laughter, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth. The movement tugged at your IV line, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when Spencer was looking at you like this—his smile so radiant it outshone the fluorescent lights overhead.

You watched, breath caught in your throat, as his elegant fingers—usually so steady—trembled around the ring. The diamond caught the light as he lifted it. When you offered your left hand, your own fingers shook in tandem with his.

Your vision swam dangerously, the heart monitor beside you spiking as the ring settled at the base of your finger.

This time, the dizziness had nothing to do with blood loss and everything to do with the man currently pressing tear-stained kisses to your newly adorned hand—his lips warm and desperate against your skin, whispering "thank you" like a prayer against your knuckles.

For a dizzying moment, you wondered if the pain meds had finally tipped you into hallucination—until Spencer's tear hit your wrist, warm and startlingly real.

You stared down at the diamond.

"Good choice," you murmured without thinking, your thumb brushing over the band in awed distraction.

Spencer's laughter burst forth like sunlight through storm clouds. The tears clinging to his lashes trembled with the force of it. 

"Only you," he choked out, his long fingers cradling your hand like sacred artifact, "would critique my proposal technique while wearing a heart monitor."

Your bottom lip betrayed you again. The diamond blurred behind a fresh sheen of tears as you whispered, "I'd say yes in a warzone if it was you asking."

Spencer smiled softly, still staring at your hand in awe.

"So," you murmured. "Does this mean I get to call you fiancé now?"

The word struck him like a physical blow. You saw it in the sudden hitch of his shoulders, the way his breath left him in a rush. His lips—those beautifully expressive lips that could recite entire academic papers from memory—parted soundlessly before forming the word himself: "Fiancé."

He tasted it. Savored it.

"I think..." A slow, dazed smile bloomed across his face. His free hand rose to brush a stray tear from your cheek with impossible gentleness. "I think I like that more than any other title I've ever had."

You laughed, wincing slightly when the movement tugged at your stitches, but the pain was distant, unimportant.

Spencer’s hand immediately flew to your side, hovering protectively. “Easy,” he chided gently, but his worry melted into another grin when you rolled your eyes at him.

You caught his fluttering hand mid-air, weaving your fingers through his. The new weight on your left hand felt foreign yet thrilling.

"So...a wedding," you said, watching how the words made his breath hitch.

A slow smile spread across your face as you imagined it - Spencer at the end of some sun-dappled aisle, his long fingers nervously adjusting a tie that Garcia would undoubtedly insist was "aubergine" instead of purple. The way his voice would shake reading vows he'd secretly rewritten seventeen times.

His thumb began tracing absent circles on your knuckle.

You could practically see the calculations whirring behind those whiskey-warm eyes—percentage chances of rain in Virginia springs, optimal guest count-to-cake ratio equations—until your gentle squeeze derailed his racing thoughts. 

A blush bloomed across his cheekbones, that endearing pink flush you'd first fallen for during his rookie days when Hotch would praise his profiles.

His expression softened into something wistful.

"I always thought," he started slowly, "that it would be small. Just the team." His thumb brushed over your ring in a reverent circle. "Maybe my mom, if she's having a good day."

The way his eyes softened at the mention of Diana told you everything—how he'd already imagined her smoothing his lapels with her delicate hands, how he'd practiced explaining the ceremony to her during their weekly calls. "Somewhere quiet. Outside, maybe."

You smiled so wide your stitches protested, but the pain was secondary to the warmth spreading through your chest.

Your thumb also traced the familiar ridge of his knuckles—those ridges you'd memorized during late-night case files and early morning coffee runs.

"Under oak trees," you mused, watching his eyes light up in recognition. "The kind with leaves that turn to copper in fall. Garcia can string fairy lights through the branches..."

Spencer's nose scrunched adorably. "She'll insist on coordinating them to our birth charts."

A laugh burst from your lips, as you continued your movements on his hand.

"We could get married under that giant sycamore at Quantico," he offered suddenly, his voice gaining momentum. "The one by the cold case archives. Rossi knows a violinist who—" He cut himself off, blinking. "I've... apparently given this more thought than I realized."

You brought his hand to your lips, kissing each fingertip. "My meticulous man." The diamond caught the light as you moved.

The hospital room hummed softly around you—monitors beeping, voices murmuring in the hall—but all you could focus on was the weight of Spencer’s hand in yours.

"You’re really going to be my wife," he murmured, voice low and reverent.

You smiled, your free hand lifting to brush a loose curl from his forehead. "And you’re really going to be my husband." The word felt foreign and thrilling on your tongue.

Spencer’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he leaned into your touch. "Husband," he repeated, testing the weight of it. His lips curved into a slow, wondering smile. "I like the way that sounds."

"You’d better," you teased, your thumb tracing the arch of his cheekbone. "Because you’re stuck with me now, Dr. Reid."

He laughed, soft and breathless, before his expression softened into something unbearably tender. "I’ve never been happier to be stuck with anything in my life."

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. You tugged him closer, until his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "We’re really doing this," you whispered.

His fingers tightened around yours. "We really are."

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Part 4 - Part 5

You heard footsteps approaching, which made you wake up immediately, but when you felt hands on your shoulders, that's when you opened your eyes.

When you saw Jimmy sitting on your bed with his hands on your shoulders, you were surprised, although he also looked surprised to see you awake.

Jimmy: "Captain... I need to tell you something."

"...Is it so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the nigth?..."

You sat down and turned on the light to see his face clearly, you didn't feel comfortable at all in this situation.

Jimmy: "I was thinking if we open the cargo, maybe we can find something useful there or gain access to some part of the ship that could help us-"

"Couldn't that really wait until morning? Did you have to come into my room?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out, he just took your hands and bowed his head, avoiding your gaze.

Jimmy: "I want to be helpful..."

You pulled your hands away from his and patted his head a couple of times.

"Alright, but let's wait until tomorrow, go get some rest, it's not good for you to be awake at this hours."

He nodded with his head still down and got up to leave your room, but you stopped him at the door.

"How... Is Curly doing?"

Jimmy: "Haven't you asked Anya?"

"She always tells me the same thing... I need to know his condition, I don't want to cling to false hope."

Jimmy: "Of course, she's going to tell you it's fine... Do you want the truth?"

You nodded at his question, preparing for the worst.

Jimmy: "I don't think he can hold on much longer, he's agonizing in the state he's in, his body is useless, he can't move, he can't speak, he can't even open his mouth on his own and can barely swallow. It's a dying dog waiting to be euthanized."

You covered your mouth upon hearing that, the harsh reality your husband was suffering.

You jumped out of bed and grabbed him by his uniform.

"You know the code, you can go see him. Take me there now!"

Jimmy: "I can't, the captain hasn't authorized it yet."

"He can't speak! Can't move! With that logic, I'll never be able to see him! It's an order!"

The man looked at you in silence and with seriousness, soon you let go of his uniform and ran your hands through your hair.

Jimmy: "Just imagine that he's already dead, maybe that way you can work with a cool head, captain."

Those were his last words before leaving your room.

You looked at your empty bed for a few seconds before sitting on it.

"He... is dead... like the cat of Schrödinger..."

You sighed and turned off the lights, trying to go back to sleep, too tired to keep thinking or to notice the unbuttoned buttons on your shirt.

Swansea: "No way, they told us to stay away from the cargo, it's completely forbidden."

"Do those rules really matter right now? Maybe we'll find something there."

Anya: "Maybe there are meds... We are running low..."

Daisuke: "It's not going to kill us to take a look!"

"Here we go"

You sighed as you headed to the cargo hold, the entire crew following you. You entered the code to open the door, and it slowly opened, revealing its contents.

You ventured into it, ignoring the boxes scattered around, more interested in finding something useful to bring you back to Earth while the others checked the cargo.

A light caught your attention, and you could see that there was a screen showing the ship's trajectory; there was a warning alert because they were moving away from the delivery zone. 

You looked closely and tried to figure out where they were going, your face lit up for a moment when you realized they were heading to one of the Pony Express stations.

You did the calculations to figure out how much they would reach.

That place was like a service station, where they could stop if they had any issues with the crew or the ship, but normally it was much faster to make the delivery than to go to one of these, which were too far from the delivery points.

"Maybe the asteroid changed our route and brought us closer to the station before the delivery point... Making the autopilot take us directly there... three months! In three months, we'll be there!"

You gave a small jump, excited about what you had discovered, soon going to the others to be able to inform them.

But just as you were about to reach them, there was a collapse of boxes in the aisle you were passing through.

You could hear their screams and how they called you, you felt a great weight on your body and it was extremely painful, your chest was crushed and you couldn't breathe.

You knew very well that those boxes were strategically placed to avoid damage, so you were sure that someone intervened to make them fall that way.

You let out a sigh, immediately spitting blood, trying to pull your hand out from between the boxes and the mouthwashes on you.

Until you were left with your hand raised and your eyes closed.

.

.

.

.

.

You jumped up with your breath quickened and clutched your stomach as you felt a sharp pain.

"I'm going to kill him"

You didn't take another second to get out of bed, clutching your stomach feeling the pain, but your anger was bigger.

When you were about to leave the nurseary, you heard a groan.

You slowly turned to see that man, or what was left of him, lying on that table.

[lilacxquartz]

JJK x Reader: What they would do for your birthday

included: satoru gojo, suguru geto & kento nanami

tags/themes: drabbles, fluff, comfort — up to 500 words each!

ao3 link • masterlist • mdni

Satoru Gojo

You woke up in what felt like the very early into the day with a slightly alarmed sixth sense going haywire in your mind, and as you came to, you quickly realised why.

A pair of intense blue eyes hovered over you; wide, focused and almost erratic. You should have known that it was just your boyfriend.

“Happy birthday!” he eagerly announced, his energy high despite your own still being quite low. Your eyes rolled over to the alarm clock, finding that it was just barely six in the morning.

Your lips twitched into a smile as you couldn’t help but find his determined enthusiasm at least somewhat endearing. “Thanks, but why are you up so early?”

“Because,” he continued to almost jitter, his body shaking from intense excitement, “I couldn’t wait with my perfect gift for you.”

You yawned, propping yourself up to your elbows before blinking at him. “D-dare I ask?”

Satoru’s smile widened as you focused on him intently now—just as planned! Clearing his throat, he however thought more about it and started to get cold feet, his voice suddenly seeming less than confident, “…You won’t laugh will you?”

“I can’t make any promises but for you I’ll do my best,” you replied.

Satoru’s confidence quickly rebounded within an instant and he produced a small velvet blue box from behind his back. He dramatically presented it to you, pushing it right up to your face.

“For you…” he continued to say, his gestures exaggerated.

Almost cautiously, you propped the lid of the box open, revealing a… glass sphere. You stared at it for a moment, trying to retain your politeness, knowing that there must have been something special about it because Satoru was oddly serious when it came to gifts. However try as you might, you couldn’t find a single logical explanation. Maybe you were just too tired.

You held it up to inspect it further in an attempt to decipher the gift, finding that when the light hit it just right, the glass sphere filled with a beautiful ethereal glow, filling up with an almost deep blue colour.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Satoru asked you, pleased to find that you have figured out how to see its true potential. “It’s called a sapphire nebula and when held up to the light, it can represent my beautiful blue eyes and in a darker room with the right conditions applied, to even represent something close to an infinite void in appearance.”

You blinked, nodding slowly. It was a beautiful piece, but you couldn’t help but think of one thing in particular. “So my gift is something that reminds me of you?”

“Of course…!” he smiled, but something about his tone of voice implied that there was more to his words.

“Thank you Satoru, it’s very pretty,” you replied, genuinely meaning it.

“Of course, I’m also going to take you out to a fully cleared out private table at that place you like,” he almost boasted in announcement, “…and there's this place that’s opened up recently where you can go design your own plushie, if you want to do that.”

“I’d love to,” you replied, “don’t worry, I’ll make mine resemble a mini you so it can guard that mysterious orb you gave me.”

He couldn’t help but smile in anticipation, “I can hardly wait.”

Suguru Geto

Upon waking up in the late morning, the first thing that you noticed was that Suguru was still in bed with you despite it creeping closer and closer to midday. In a flash, you were up in an instant, nudging at him in an attempt to somehow wake him up.

While you succeeded, he simply responded by pulling you down, reeling you closer into his chest in a claiming hug.

“Suguru…” you replied, your words slightly muffled as you spoke into his skin, “you’re gonna be late—“

“—don’t worry,” he soothed you, “I’ve cleared my schedule for today and the girls are with a trusted sitter. I’d rather spend my day with you on your birthday than have you spend it alone.”

You blinked in surprise, suddenly relaxing against him and pulling your head back. Oh, that’s right, it was your birthday. “A-ah, my birthday. Yes. I totally knew that was today.”

“You’re silly,” he laughed softly, pulling you closer back into his chest, “don’t worry about today, sleep in with me for a bit longer.”

Succumbing to sleep for about two hours longer, by the time you were both up, you were both fully and wide awake. Suguru quickly got dressed after a shower as you did too, finalising both of your efforts by helping his robe sit correctly on his shoulders.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured, his voice raising in slight volume as he spoke, “that’s why I have prepared you something special.”

Still in the process of waking up, you wondered what this could possibly entail. You stared at him as he combed out the knots in his hair with his fingers before leading you off to the kitchen and dining area.

Taking a moment to prepare what he needed, he stepped away for a moment, only to come back with a small platter of neatly arranged desserts including anpan, daifuku and even manjū.

“Did you.. make these?” you asked, staring at the arrangement.

“Yes,” he replied calmly, “I remember you enjoying these especially, so I tried my hand at making you them.”

You tried one of them, your stomach already growling from the lack of breakfast. Taking a bite out of the daifuku first, the mochi feeling perfectly soft in your mouth and the filling tasting just as you’d like.

“And you made these?” you repeated, almost in surprise because of how good it all was.

Suguru hummed, seeming proud, “Yeah. I guess being an impromptu dad to the girls has made me good at this sort of thing. You know how they are about their sweet treats.”

“I’m very glad that I also get to be included in your efforts,” you said, taking another confection from the platter.

“Of course,” he said, patiently holding the tray that he prepared, feeling a little concerned that his efforts were being consumed at such a rapid pace but if you were happy, then he was happy, “anything for you. Happy birthday.”

Kento Nanami

Not too long after waking up alone in bed, you were met with the smell of coffee and something sweet and delicious wafting into the room. Albeit still groggy, you slowly got up and threw on something casual before descending down the hall and into the kitchen, following the scent.

In the kitchen, Kento was in the midst of finishing up a stack of pancakes before turning around to greet you. His hair was slightly tousled and despite wearing an apron, his clothes were stained from captions splatters and spills.

Before you could even reply, he sat you down at the breakfast table, sliding in a plate with the most perfect pancakes you had ever seen with some neatly cut fruit arranged on top. He then placed a cup of coffee in your hand and a vase of flowers as the final finishing piece in the middle of the table.

Taking a sip of coffee to wake yourself up, you then tried the pancakes. Before you could even speak, Kento said something first.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he smiled, sitting down at the table too. Seeming a little exhausted but his eyes seemed to relax as they settled on you.

“Thank you,” you replied, “this is so nice…”

“I wanted to make sure that your day started off just right,” Kento replied, taking off the apron and rolling up his sleeves.

“You succeeded,” you commented, “this also tastes incredible.”

“Yeah? I’m glad. I’ll tell you what, if you get dressed after, we can go pick up a pastry we both like from that bakery we found a week ago,” he added, “and then anything you want. I made sure that the entire place is spotless, so you have nothing to worry about today.”

Finally fully awake, you couldn’t help but succumb to the widest possible smile. “You’re incredible, I’d love all of that.”

“Then that can be arranged,” he replied, leaning in to straighten out the flowers in the vase, “as long as you’re happy, then that’s the best thanks in the world.”

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[mysticinsightstarot]

😗Svt HHU : Jealousy & Possessiveness Tarot Reading 😗

SEVENTEEN Hip-Hop Unit – How They Act When Jealous & Possessive 💭✨

When the Hip-Hop Unit gets jealous, their personalities shine through in different ways. Some hide it behind cold logic, some play it off with humor, and some wear their emotions openly. But one thing is for sure—when they’re feeling possessive, you will know. Let’s break it down!

🦁 S.Coups – The Protective & Grounded Leader

Expression: The Box 📦 → S.Coups is the type to bottle things up. If he’s jealous, he won’t start an argument or make a scene. Instead, he’ll keep his emotions in check, observing everything quietly. His words are carefully chosen, with just enough weight to make you stop and think: ➝ “Do whatever you want, but don’t make me regret trusting you.” 👀

Passion Initiation: Anima Mundi, The Stone, The Cave 🌎🪨🏚️ → When his jealousy reaches a peak, he might not say much—but his actions will be intentional and grounding. He’ll make it clear through small gestures that he’s there, unwavering. A steady hand on your shoulder, a protective stance near you in a crowded room, or an extra second of eye contact. His love is deep and enduring, and he’ll remind you of that in his own quiet way.

🖤 Wonwoo – The Silent & Mysterious Observer

Expression: The Underworld 🌑 → Wonwoo doesn’t show jealousy outwardly, but there’s a shift in his energy. He becomes more observant, more withdrawn, and his usual calm demeanor takes on a sharper edge. He won’t start an argument, but he might drop a single, loaded sentence: ➝ "I trust you, but I don’t trust them." 🔥

Passion Initiation: The Vow 💍 → Wonwoo values deep, meaningful connections. If he feels a sense of competition for your attention, he won’t make a big display of affection. Instead, he’ll remind you of his commitment in a way that leaves no room for doubt—whether it’s through a simple, heartfelt conversation or a quiet moment that speaks volumes.

🎭 Vernon – The Playful but Sharp Challenger

Expression: The Comic & The Hunter 🎯 → Vernon doesn’t show jealousy in an obvious way. Instead, he’ll use humor and sarcasm to mask his feelings. He might tease you about it, but there’s an edge to his jokes: ➝ "Wow, they’re really funny, huh? Should I be taking notes?" 😏 His approach is subtle—he watches, he analyzes, and he waits for the perfect moment to remind you that he’s paying attention.

Passion Initiation: The Eternal Child 🧸 → If Vernon decides to act on his feelings, he’ll do it in a way that feels natural and lighthearted. He won’t demand attention, but he’ll find ways to pull you back into his world—whether it’s through an inside joke, an unexpected challenge, or a small but meaningful gesture that only you would understand.

🌊 Mingyu – The Emotionally Expressive & Affectionate One

Expression: The Ocean & The Tear 💧 → Mingyu feels everything deeply. When he’s jealous, it shows—whether it’s through a shift in his tone, a fleeting look of uncertainty, or the way he suddenly needs more reassurance than usual. He’s the type to ask direct questions, looking for confirmation that your attention is still on him: ➝ “You really like me, right? Like, only me?” 🥺

Passion Initiation: The Kiss & Bardo 💬 → Unlike the others, Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to express his emotions. If he’s feeling possessive, he might seek reassurance through closeness—whether that’s through words, small gestures, or simply wanting to be near you more than usual. He’s open about how he feels, and when he needs reassurance, he’s not afraid to ask for it.

Summary:

💡 S.Coups → Reserved, protective, and steady. Won’t say much, but makes sure you know he’s there. 💡 Wonwoo → Silent, intense, and observant. A single sentence is enough to change the mood. 💡 Vernon → Playful, sarcastic, but strategic. Will tease, but watches everything. 💡 Mingyu → Openly emotional, expressive, and needs reassurance. Wears his heart on his sleeve.

So, which one do you think handles jealousy the best? 👀

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

PAC: What makes you a good partner

This is for both singles and those in a relationship. This is for encouragement if you are still looking, to remind you of how wonderful you are in a connection. It’s plain just to make you feel good about yourself if you’re in a partnership.

Please pick between groups 1, 2 or 3. Group 1 is the woo-hoo badge, group 2 is the wing, group 3 is the be mine tag.

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GROUP 1

4 of wands (joy and stability) - Third eye chakra - communication - get centered - love

I got a feeling of insecurity and it made me wonder if that’s how you’ve been feeling lately. I don’t know if it’s about your abilities in general or directly in a relationship. 

So, I’m talking to myself here like a lunatic right, and I’m going through what the psychic tarot could be saying so far. And I just can’t help but get a state of mind situation here. And I talk and talk, wondering if this is you, could it be your love interest, whatever. Suddenly I realize - I’m overthinking. Is this what you/they do? Overthink this stuff?

I really can’t help but think this is the beginning of a status check. Because logically i would look at it in a straightforward way but my intuition tells me the reversed version of what first impressions are: The feeling of being insecure, trying to tell the future, wanting things to be a certain way, not trusting. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few in this group read a lot of that future spouse or soulmate stuff. For those in a relationship right now, you could be worrying if it will work out, how long will you stay together, will this last etc.

I honestly don’t know if this is how you used to be, this is what you’re overcoming, maybe this is what your partner deals with, I don’t know.

I feel like when you mellow out and feel calmer, it’s like there’s a box that unlocks. Maybe when you’re feeling anxious, you aren’t present with a person or able to show your more fun or loving side as much as you would like.

Your affirmation cards are great. It gives me the impression that you’re a straightforward person who doesn’t mince their words. If you like someone, you’re going to tell them. If you wonder about their feelings, you’ll ask them. If you want a committed partnership, you’ll see if they agree instead of wordlessly hoping.

I’m going to be absolutely honest, and it seems contradictory to me, but i honestly got the insecurity stuff before, but it’s like… At your best, you can be the most centered, calm and peaceful person. Your partner could be stressed and worrying or even getting argumentative and you wouldn’t react the same. You would be able to hold it together and tackle things calmly.

I have finally come to the conclusion that this is you, unlocked lol.

Group 1, I don’t know, it seems like you’re having a hard time. I’m getting distracted, the feeling of wanting to give up. This is the time when you most need peace. You don’t need to give up, you need time. You need time for yourself, and to really be so soft with yourself. Whether you’re in a relationship or not, you need you right now. You need to spend time with you. You need to hear the birds sing. You need to feel the grass at your fingertips. You need to close your eyes and know there’s something there for you, just for you. That the birds chirping right now that moment are being heard by only you in the way it’s happening, with the clouds that are showing right now. The way the light hit your window and made that little rainbow. That the funny quirky thing the person across the street was seen only by you. Isn’t it weird? It’s like some moments are made just for you. 

And that’s why there will be that relationship made just for you. This is confirmation that there will be that partnership. If you’re facing issues in one right now, get back to you for now and let what will be, be. If you’re seeing someone and wondering, let them come to you.

In a safe, happy partnership you will feel seen. You will be peaceful. You will feel secure and that feeling will spread to your partner. You are open and honest. You are loving, even clumsily. 

Things go wrong but you will know that everything is still right. Things will be alright. You no longer need the 8 ball to tell whether or not, because you will know. When you feel secure, you are your own fortune teller. You will re-align, and you wil learn to have peace and move on from disagreements. You will know how to still be loving, even when irritated.  You know what to prioritize as a partnership, what practical things you should deal with together. What matters most. You will have faith in yourself and extend it to your partner. I see you growing old with someone, mainly because you will let yourself. That security is the foundation for a long and happy relationship if you wish for it.

Love says:

“Love is a many splendored thing. Today I notice and appreciate 3 of those splendors. Like the fact puppies make me feel like a parent. Or the surge of self congratulation when I sink a three point trash basket shot on the first try. Or how about the chills I get while singing along to ___”

Get centered:

“When it gets to be too much, whatever it is, I close my eyes and return to my center.”

Communication: 

“Wonder how that other person is feeling? Ask ‘em. Wish they knew how you were feeling? Tell ‘em. You’ve just been drafted into the communication army, where there is a strict do ask/do tell policy. Speak with kindness and gentleness, and reach an understanding.”

I hope this made sense for you. Remember, it will all be ok in the end.

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GROUP 2

Support - manifest - believe & succeed

You are a cheerleader for sure. Extremely supportive of your partner's endeavors. This group seems to choose people with ambition or dreams. You lot probably are more into manifestation or law of attraction than other groups. It’s likely you’ve had your successful manifestations and know that it works, so in theory, it should for your love interest too.

You honestly seem great as a team. A very happy and willing participant. If your partner needs something suddenly sorted, whether it’s a chore, or administration work for their business, you will drop what you’re doing (less important stuff ofc) and help them.

Support:

“I look at the vast network of support in my life, and I’m reminded of what a superpower it gives me. At any moment, I can call an army of top-notch people who want the best for me, which means I’m basically invincible. Take that, loneliness! Run for the hills, boredom!”

Very good cheerful energy, I see you really trying to keep things upbeat and positive for their sake. Just in case though, do remember it’s not all your job, and they are the captains of their own ship, ok? You might get a little sidetracked because you get so excited for them. I’m getting the idea that you would never ever get jealous of a partner (it can happen sometimes. Not unusual, not bad), and you always wish the best for them. 

You really open up the other person's eyes to possibilities. You make them think about things they might not have been brave enough to before. It’s like through your partnership, you wake them up to possibilities. Maybe you even wake them up to spirituality/manifestation. You make the other person feel secure. Like they have something to come back to after they go out on a limb and try something. 

They will know that if they fail, they could hate themselves or feel bad, but you would never look down on them. You would just send them right back out lol. Try again, then. Is what I get. There’s so much confidence and faith in this other person. You know, you just know that they can make it. Where they see nothing, you see something. You know more is possible for them and yourself. You make, or will make your partner feel like they are something. When they always thought they were just ordinary or boring, when their self esteem isn’t where it should be.

Careful of carrying a relationship for the both of you though, you want someone who is able to gain the momentum and motivation that is like yours. If they don’t have the energy, it’s just not going to happen the way you see it for them. It’s got to be by them, for them, ultimately. If you are single, be careful of investing into a person who may agree with your goals/vision/excitement only to talk about it, and not follow through. You could talk someone up and big them up till the cows come home, but they will have to prove themselves to themselves. Talk only goes so far.

You might also bring extra connections or support to your partner. This could be your family being lovely and bringing them in, being completely inviting and helpful. This could be they gain a place in your friend group too. They could get networking opportunities because of who you know, that kind of thing. 

You bring a lot to the table, but remember, everyone is their own captain so you come first. You have tremendous energy, belief and determination to make things happen and work. You need to make sure it’s matched.

Hoping for wonderful things in your love life.

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GROUP 3

Release - Master (rev) - Inspiration.

You have a lovely combination of cards, group 3. I really see you’ve done the work on yourself.

Firstly, if there is anyone here that has escaped a negative or abusive situation, you are seen as an inspiration and you have become such a wise person that people look up to.

You really try to take care of yourself, and I like that. It’s often said that it’s attractive in love to put yourself first and that’s what I think your partner does/will like about you. There’s no desperation to make the person like you or want you. That kind of thing makes certain people chase.

Release here is just giving me the feeling of being chill, of not needing to prove anything. You know it’s important to be vulnerable at the right times in love. There might have been past issues regarding control, vulnerability and openness. I feel that you’ve really moved past some lessons in romance regarding those things. You could have listened to someone or read something that made you realize what was happening, or why you seemed to be having a pattern, or attracting certain people.

I see that you have intuition and you allow yourself to listen to it now. It will become invaluable for yourself and also your partner. You could get gut feelings and tell them, whether this is about their work situation or whether you feel something bad about a journey.

I'm seeing that you’ve had to let go of a lot so you’re not attached to outcomes. That same surrendering energy is helpful in partnerships because you’re not invested whether your partner will or won’t do something. You don’t want to control them, or try and manipulate them to do a chore, or to decide on an option you think is the right one.

You let love be free, and that’s beautiful. There’s a sweet, open, surrendering love that is there for the sake of being love. The person could go off randomly and you would still hold appreciation. When you are in a partnership, you look like you bare it all and choose to trust. I feel like you’ve been really hurt but you’ve come back and decided you want to love anyway.

If you’re not there yet, you will be. You have too much love in your heart to give. Just because someone was incapable of love doesn’t mean you are or should be.

You really inspire your partner, there could be a muse here. You really give the other person room to be themselves and voice their ideas. You hold that space for them and let them express themselves. There’s a lot of soft, quiet loving energy here. You don’t love loudly, it’s quiet and constant. Your love is a gift in itself, it’s how you are the most wonderful partner. Just by loving the way you do.

I think when you’re with the right person, you make them feel very safe to be themselves. I’m seeing that you would be a good parent, a good person to have/adopt/foster a child with. You would be very good at guiding and encouraging them. You are a very considerate person, and you don’t go around tooting your own horn. I get a modest feeling here. 

You help and are supportive in ways that aren’t super visible, someone would have to be really watching to notice what you do. There might be a little mischievous side, or a sarcastic sense of humour that can go under the radar. Your partner will appreciate that very much. Such lowkey energy but so strong and constant, dependable.

I feel like you should be very proud of yourself. I think you’ve overcome a lot and there’s a lot of humility here, but don’t downplay yourself. I feel like your partner does/will tell you to express yourself, or make a move on some kind of idea you have. I get the idea you’re used to someone else being the main character, or someone else being a focus or supported. Your partner will say it’s your turn.

That’s what I’m seeing group 3, have a good one.

[liliasenbyhusband]

Back To Before

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Robyn (the roommate) x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of smoking weed, mentions of regular smoking, mentions of past smut and I think that’s it

Tags: Ansgt, so much angst, hurt/no comfort (the comfort will be here eventually… just not yet…), a few explanations to previous unanswered questions, so much flawed logic, Sharon being Sharon

Summary: Robyn didn’t want to leave, but she had no choice, she had to keep you safe.

Notes: The next chapter may take a while because life is busy at the moment. But so many of you asked for the next chapter, and I couldn’t keep y’all waiting any longer.

The biggest thank you to @imorynn, whose comments continue to make my days and inspire me to continue writing 🙂‍↕️🫂💕

Words: ~3.9K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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Chapter 2: ‘A princess asleep and enchanted’

Robyn’s fingers traced the blue velvet box, tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at the ring inside, it was the last item she needed to pack away, the last item that still tied her to you, the only reminder of you she would take with her. She knew you would have loved the ring, once upon a time she had spent weeks looking for the perfect one… that was before… before her world had come crashing down. She had often imagined your reaction to her proposal, how you might tear up, the look of disbelief that might flicker in those beautiful eyes of yours, the way she hoped you would say yes and jump into her arms.

A couple of tears made their way past her defenses, she angrily closed the box before carefully placing it in her suitcase. She had thought about stealing one of your oversized shirts, so she could take it with her, have something of yours to wear when she slept, but in the end she had decided against it, it would only make things more difficult for herself.

Robyn inhaled a shaky breath as she looked around the apartment one last time, taking in every single detail, storing away the memories those details brought to the forefront of her mind, so she could replay them later. She forced herself out of the door, everything but her suitcase had already been waiting for her in her car.

Never in her life had she hurried like that, throwing every little thing that belonged to her in a cardboard box, packing her suitcase in record time and cramming it all in her car. She had no choice, she needed to be gone before you came back home, which could be any time now.

As she placed her suitcase in the trunk she saw the clay figures she had asked you to find. She had to admit she felt guilty for sending you on an impossible mission, but she had to make sure you would stay away as long as possible, and knowing you, you would spend ages searching, not wanting to return to Robyn empty handed.

A sob forced its way past her lips, her resolve nearly faltered, she almost decided to stay, to unpack her car and carry everything back upstairs, but she couldn’t, she loved you, she loved you so much that it almost scared her. Her devotion to you knew no limits, she would do anything for you, and she really did mean anything, no matter how much it hurt her… no matter how much she knew it would hurt you.

She had to protect you, protect you from her past finally catching up to her and coming back to haunt the both of you, protect you from the consequences of your actions in the present. Robyn had lost count of the many different fake driver licenses she had owned and the many different identities she had held. She had outran the cops many times, while hiding in plain sight. She had never been caught, managing to outsmart them every time.

But they were getting dangerously close to her and her luck was bound to run out some time, more importantly they were getting close to you, far too close for her liking. One of her connections had come to her, and had told her that the cops had started to link some of her schemes to her. And now they were looking for her accomplice, and according to him they were getting dangerously close to figuring out it was you, so she had decided to leave, to make sure they never knew your name, to keep you safe, to protect you from it all.

Robyn could handle facing the consequences of her actions, she knew the dangers before she had started her little schemes, but what she couldn’t handle was the thought of you behind bars, your future thrown away just like that, no, that would be unbearable. So she had made her choice and now it was time to follow through.

She wasn’t proud of the way she was leaving, without a word, without an explanation, she couldn’t imagine the hurt you would feel once you came home. A sudden wave of nausea hit her when she thought of your face as you walked into the apartment, anything that had ever belonged to Robyn gone, along with Robyn herself. Another sob broke free and for a second time she nearly faltered, ran back in, told herself she could find a different way to solve this problem. But then the rational part of her brain kicked in and she knew it was too risky, and she wasn’t willing to jeopardise your safety and future like that.

Robyn knew this was the only way she could protect you. She knew that if she told you she was leaving you to protect you, to ensure that you had a future, you would protest, she could already picture it. The way you’d square your shoulders, take her hands in yours and tell her that you could find a way out of this together, that a future without her wasn’t a future you wanted, or something sappy like that. She knew you well enough to know that you’d beg her to stay, and she knew herself well enough to know she would fold after the first plea left your lips.

So she had to vanish, like a thief in the night, disappear without a word, without a note, for your own good, she repeatedly told herself, as she stepped into the car with a heavy heart, the nausea intensifying as she turned on the engine and drove away. She looked into the rearview mirror one last time, catching a glimpse of your building, before trying her best to focus on the road ahead, her unshed tears blurring her vision.

Her mind didn’t stand still for the entire drive, replaying the last day she had spent with you over and over again. She didn’t fight it, her memory was the only place she could be close to you now, so she let it overtake her, consume her fully, as she drove further away from you.

She had awoken before you, like she often did, her heart ached as she looked down at you in her arms, sleeping soundly, so blissfully unaware of the ache settling in her chest. She memorised every little detail she could, the way your face looked so relaxed when you slept, the way your hair was still a mess from last night’s activities, the way your hands clung to her waist as if she were your only anchor to this world, the hickeys that adorned your skin, some new, some fading. A pang of guilt surged through her chest, perhaps she shouldn’t have left new ones… they’d serve as painful reminders of her absence later.

Robyn reluctantly got up to make coffee, she knew she had to act like she would every other day, despite wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the day cuddled up to you in bed, memorising every little detail about you, how you feel, how you taste, what you look like when she holds you. But she couldn’t risk you getting suspicious, wondering why she was acting differently all of a sudden… no this had to be just like every other day if she wanted to successfully keep you safe.

So she made you coffee for the last time ever, acting like she would get to do this a hundred times more, a deep ache settling into her heart as she fought the urge to let her kiss linger when she woke you up. She fought the urge to memorise your sleepy face as you clung onto the cup of coffee like it was your lifeline. She had to hold back randomly telling you how much she loved you, how you had made her life so much better, her voice would surely betray her.

Robyn played the same music she usually would when you began preparing breakfast, she acted the same as she usually would, singing along, teasing you, stealing kisses, when in reality she just wanted to sit down and watch you, store away every little detail she could, so she could later replay it in her head with perfect accuracy.

She had had to hold back a sad chuckle when both of you had ended up on the couch once more, it had almost become a ritual at this point. Every day off you would drag her to the couch, plop down, put your head in her lap, and you would just enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes you’d ramble about your dreams or your future plans, other times you’d just silently admire her, more often than not these moments ended with someone’s face between the other ones thighs.

She had played with your hair just the way you liked it, hoping to commit every content sound you made to memory, without giving anything away. She watched you get lost in thoughts as you studied her face, your thoughts clearly taking a hornier turn as your pupils began to dilate.

It was time, she knew she needed to act now or she wouldn’t leave, you’d start sweet talking her or you’d drag her to the bedroom and she’d be unable to resist you, she never could. So she cleared her throat and began to speak the words she had rehearsed in her head. The conversation went exactly how she thought it would, which caused the dagger that she had planted in her own chest to be twisted once more, as it was a reminder of how well she knew you, of how you had become a part of her, which she was now ripping out and leaving behind.

“I love you” maybe it had been cruel to make those her last words to you, but they had been the only truthful ones in that conversation and she couldn’t bear to have the last thing she ever said to you be a lie.

The drive would take over 16 hours, if you had been there she might have tried to drive the whole way in one go, but you weren’t… you’d never sit in her passenger seat again. Robyn’s mind continued to drift to you, so she decided to stop in some random motel, about halfway through.

It was dark when she finally walked into the motel room, you would have made her go outside to look at the stars together, and she would have compared your beauty to the ethereal beauty of the moon. Robyn closed the blinds, blocking any light from the stars and moon, they had lost their meaning, they were nothing but painful reminders of what she had left behind. She could go back, step in the car right now and drive for 10 hours straight, go back home to you. She could end this torture right now, it had been crafted by her own hands after all.

But could she really claim she loved you if she put your life and future in constant danger, purely for selfish reasons? You would risk it all for her, she knew you would, but she couldn’t let you, she loved you too much. So she would handle it, she would bear this pain, would carry around this dagger in her chest for the rest of her life, because it meant you got to be safe, and that was more important to her than anything else.

A nasty little voice asked her if it was more important than your happiness, if she was right in taking away the choice from you? But she told herself you’d get over it, you’d find happiness again, you would move on from her. You would probably hate her for the rest of your life, that thought was like a kick to the chest, pushing the dagger deeper, knocking the wind out of her. Not that she could blame you after what she had done, leaving just like that, with no reason, no explanation… she could only imagine the pain you were going through right now.

But maybe this was better, staying blissfully ignorant, being able to put the entire blame on her, being able to freely hate Robyn for her despicable actions, it might make moving on easier, or that’s what she hoped…for you.

She couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing right now, how you were feeling, if you were cursing her name or begging her to come back. She had no idea how you would react to her absence, she had thought of many different possible scenarios, but you had never had to deal with her absence before, so she had no point of reference.

Curiosity got the better of her and she turned on her phone. She had turned it off before leaving, not wanting to be tempted to check it while she drove, knowing it would take one or two pleading messages for her to turn the car around and drive back home. She knew this was a bad idea, her resolve was already wavering, but not knowing was eating her alive, so she read every single message you had left and listened to every single voice mail. A sob escaped her lips when she heard your voice, you sounded so scared, so hurt, so confused as you begged her to come home, to give you a chance to make everything right. She wanted to reach out through the phone and comfort you, hold you close and tell you this was for the best.

Robyn wanted to save every single voice mail, give herself something to listen to when she needed to hear your voice, even though you sounded heartbroken in every single one, it would still be better than not hearing your voice at all and slowly forgetting what you sound like. But when she found herself getting up and grabbing her keys as she read your pleading messages, begging her to come back, to give an explanation, questioning her if she still loved you, if she had ever loved you, she knew she had to delete them and had to block your number.

It took every ounce of self control to put down her keys, lay back down on the bed and block your number. The last message she received was you telling her you loved her and wanted her to come home, even if it was just for one night, so you could say goodbye. You had no idea how badly she wanted to, and you would never find out, she would make sure of that.

Because if she needed to make you hate her so you could move on and be safe, then she would. She would be the bad guy, the villain, as long as you were protected, it didn’t matter. The fact that her heart clenched at the thought of you hating her, despising her, never wanting to see her again, was irrelevant, as long as you could be happy, as long as you had a future.

Robyn tossed and turned the entire night, she hadn’t slept alone in such a long time, she was used to either having you in her arms, or having your arms around her, this felt wrong… was wrong. When sleep did finally claim her, it wasn’t restful. Your broken voice haunted her dreams, along with your beautiful face, contorted by the pain that she had inflicted upon you. That pain slowly turned into anger and then hatred, your eyes no longer holding that spark, growing colder the longer the dreams went on.

When she finally arrived in Iowa City, she was utterly exhausted, her mind hadn’t stopped reeling, as she recalled the way you had so happily said ‘I love you too’, the eagerness with which you had left, the promise of being rewarded for your efforts clearly motivating you, the way your lips had felt against hers, one last time. The ache in her chest had grown steadily, the further she drove away from home, the more her heart bled.

Sharon had welcomed her, helped her unload the car, and started some small talk. She was kind and clearly wanted Robyn to feel welcome, and Robyn had tried her best to answer with the same gentleness, but her heart felt raw and empty, and her body begged her to lay down and rest.

The weeks passed by excruciatingly slowly, she was far too aware of every moment, nothing seemed to be able to give her any escape, any relief from the constant ache in her chest. She had started smoking twice as much, you would undoubtedly scold her for it, it brought her no solace though. She once got high with Sharon, hoping to quiet her mind that way, and though the entire affair had been quite funny, it had only highlighted your missing presence. You should have been there, laughing with her, sharing stories with her, being horrified at Sharon’s weird music, and dancing with her to her own.

Everything reminded her of you, every night her mind brought up every memory it could get its hands on, twisting the dagger as she relived them in her dreams, only to wake up in an empty bed, without you by her side.

Some days Robyn welcomed these memories, getting to be in your arms again, hearing you say her name again, being enveloped in your scent once more. Those days she would relish in the ache you left behind, it was the last thing that connected her to you and for that she cherished it, let it consume her whole as she let time crawl by, second by second.

Other days it was too much, too excruciating to know that she would never get to experience any of those things again, she would never be the reason for your laugh again, she wouldn’t get to kiss your soft lips ever again, and she would never see your cheeks flush again. She spent those days trying any and everything to pass the time, hoping it would speed up, but it only seemed to slow down even more.

It was on one of those days that Sharon had found out about her being a conwoman, and no matter how hard Robyn tried, Sharon wouldn’t drop the subject, she insisted she could help her scam people. So Robyn had reluctantly agreed to pull off a scam or two with her, hoping it would take her mind off of you, hoping time might stop feeling like her personal enemy, slowing down just to torture her.

She had to admit it had been nice for a short while, getting to see Sharon, who by now had become her friend, finally let loose, finally let herself have fun. But it was a poor substitute for the cons you pulled off with her, although they were friends, Sharon didn’t understand her in the way you did, she couldn’t read her the way you could. It became a painful reminder of what she had left behind, of who she had abandoned, of the ring upstairs that she would never get to place on your finger.

Yet the cons continued, for Sharon they were a way to reclaim her life, for Robyn a way to try and deal with the open wound in her chest… or well if she was honest, a way to make that wound worse, partly because she felt like she deserved it after hurting you, and partly because the ache connected her to you. She was terrified of the ache lessening, even just a little, fearing it would get rid of the last thing that tied her to you, she couldn’t bear that thought.

One evening Sharon and her were preparing one of their newest scams when a knock on the door halted their conversation. Robyn’s heart skipped a beat, no one visited Sharon this late. Had her cons finally caught up to her? Would this be proof that she had done the right thing by leaving you? Robyn’s mind was racing, she barely registered Sharon opening the door. When Sharon didn’t immediately invite the mystery person at the door inside, Robyn raised her voice and asked Sharon who was at the door.

“Someone who’s looking for you!”

Her cheerful voice rang through the house and Robyn’s heart dropped, that definitely didn’t sound good. Sharon probably didn’t realise what was happening, she did tend to be a bit naive and too trusting sometimes. She walked over to the door, they already knew she was there now anyway, there was no point in delaying the inevitable, perhaps she could bullshit her way out of this? With a bit of luck it was a newbie cop… or an easily bought one.

When her eyes landed on you her world started spinning, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even know she was here… and yet she couldn’t stop the joy that spread through her when she saw your face again. That joy quickly disappeared when she saw the many emotions whirling behind your eyes, there were so many and they all flashed by so quickly, it was impossible to pinpoint them all. But there were two unmistakable feelings there, anger and sadness.

That felt like a slap to the face, you had never looked at her with such anger, such venom, as if the mere sight of her offended you. And seeing you in pain, seeing you so broken and sad, well she preferred the anger, it hurt less than knowing that she was the reason for so much agony, instead of being the solution to it.

A second slap to the face followed shortly when she heard the coldness in your voice. She had expected you to yell at her, cuss her out, or for you to start crying, sobbing, asking her how she could do this to you. She would have preferred those options, then she would have been sure that there was at least some love for her left in your heart. Now there was only agony, anger and bitterness, three emotions she rarely saw on you, and she definitely had never been the cause of them before.

Robyn couldn’t come up with a clever retort, she couldn’t come up with any words, which only seemed to annoy you even more. Having your eyes on her once more, after thinking she never would again, was overwhelming, so many emotions flooded her and she couldn’t hold any of them back, and she couldn’t hide them either. You seemed to be studying her, trying to read her, trying to figure her out, trying to find a solution to this mystery. And Robyn, Robyn was willing herself to say something, anything, whether it be sending you away or inviting you inside and begging for forgiveness, it no longer mattered, she just begged herself to say anything.

The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like forever, until Sharon cleared her throat and invited you inside, clearly confused by what the hell was going on. You didn’t look away from her as Sharon talked, as if trying to figure out what the right answer to that invitation was. Even now you still looked to Robyn for answers, which finally gave her the courage to speak up, albeit uncharacteristically weakly, her voice shaking, as she forced the words out.

“I.. did… promise you an explanation once you got back so… come inside.”

[astro-break]

I've been sitting on this ever since the chapters came out but Kiriwo vs Iruma and Azz was actually a really good section? Both from a technical and a storytelling standpoint it was top notch and is an excellent case study of how far Osamu Nishi's writing has come

First off, its the first time both Iruma and Kiriwo are meeting face to face after the events of the Battler Party. And it only took 300-ish chapters. Of course its going to be impressive, but I kind of want to focus on what I really really love about these two chapters.

From a technical analysis, I absolutely adore the double page spread with Kiriwo breaking the panel to lean over and devour Iruma. Demons are the most powerful when they are their greediest and not even the foundations of the medium can stop Kiriwo. I also absolutely adore how the hand pointing into his mouth lands right over Iruma's terrified face, the outstretched hand as well boxing him in with no way to escape. It breaks the natural flow of reading manga, forcing readers eyes to jump from the first panel to the last immediately. Even the speech bubbles which also break the panels to bleed into the next are boxing Iruma in, leaving only Kiriwo as the only option. He's right. Right here. Into his mouth. That's the only direction the manga allows him to go. Not even Azz, who is logically right behind Iruma on the other side of the barrier, can't be seen. Its just them.

One thing that Mairuma likes to emphasizes is eyes. Nishi likes putting in a lot of close ups of the face but eyes specifically is something she puts a lot of focus on. Of course, eyes are the only reliable way to tell if someone has returned to origins but eyes also change according to wicked phase. They are the windows to the soul, and whenever a hype moment occurs, the eyes are almost always a focal point to enhance the action.

The latter half of 303 really ramps this imagery up as eyes become one of the main focus points of the sequence. Iruma's watery eyes when he asks if its really Kiriwo, the concealment and subsequent focus on Baal's eyes as he looms over Princes Shura revealing his motives (also Shura covering her face up till Baal "saves" her is an interesting symbolic choice i might write about), the ever present return to origin markings on Kiriwo's eyes after declaring his intentions, and that final page is all about eyes. My favourite is the hiding of Azz's eyes as he breaks the barrier only to reveal them as he boldly says he'll stay by Iruma's side, eyes finally coloured in when up till that point in the chapter it was left white.

Speaking of panels though, Kiriwo is allowed to break past the gutters and invade other panels. His single minded devotion to consuming Iruma allows him to bend the laws to manga and lean right over. So logically, the next page where Azz saves Iruma, Azz who is consumed by devotion and is perhaps even more enamored with Iruma would do the same, no?

Nope.

Despite everything, Azz is still trapped within the story and its confines. Not even his words break through the boundaries. The best he can do is close the gap between the gutters, squeezing the panels together as close as he can. He still lacks critical information and Kiriwo has and no matter how much he tires, without that he will always be a step behind his senior. Even all the power in the world will not change that Suzuki Iruma is a fragile, fragile human.

As if to rub salt into an already gaping wound, Kiriwo's speech bubble at the end of the chapter literally shuts down Iruma's protests. Kiriwo is in control of the situation and his words take over the page. He's also drawn to be taller than Azz who is canonically about 10-15 cm taller

Control seems to also be a big theme/determining factor for whose words are allowed to transcend the metaphysical boundaries boxing them in because who else would be the one to quite literally dominate the next climatic moment than the unpredictable agent of chaos, Clara herself? The ringtone from her call quite literally cuts both Iruma and Kiriwo's words in half, drowning them out in her silliness. I remember seeing that a lot of people were upset that Clara interrupted Kiriwo but I argue that Clara is the perfect person for this? Master of funtimes and such a wildcard that she managed to seduce Raim through pure innocence? You can not tell me that you didn't laugh at the stupid fonts that Misfit Scans used for Iruma's ringtone. (Thank you Flare, whoever you are. Because I laughed. So hard.)

Also KiriAzz's faces when they look at Iruma? Peak visual comedy

Clara calling is also just the breather that the story needed. Yes, she inadvertently protected Iruma's secret, but she also the most emotionally mature out of the Love Trio which I think so many people forget. Clara is super smart when it comes to her boys, she knows that off on their own, they're bound to get caught up in their own heads worrying and agonizing in silence. Clara knew to call her boys after the Devilculum because it would had undoubtedly been stressful mingling among the upper ranks. Of course she was lonely and wanted to know how her soulmates were doing but even if she knows it or not, she is their emotional center and grounds them when they drift too far into their own self flagellation. But more importantly, she grounds the story in its genre. Lets not forget, Mairuma is a comedy series. Devilculum Arc was quite uncharacteristically somber for the series which runs on comedy of errors and misunderstandings galore. Sure, the beginning of the Arc was kind of funny but once everyone stepped into the venue, comedy became secondary to the plot.

Would it have been interesting to see what would have happened if Clara didn't call? Of course, yeah. But I think thats better left explored in fanfiction. At the end of the day, they're the Love Trio, they are a tripartite. Do not separate. And even unknowingly, Clara's protecting Iruma in her own way. And because of that, she is given the power to take over the page, filling it with images of Magitools Batara and her own silly creations, flower shaped speech bubbles framing the members as they work towards their own ambitions. She is the one that reminds Iruma of his own goals, who reminds him that there are demons at home who are waiting for him, and who he too is waiting for.

On a more aesthetic note though, I do like how Iruma's necklace this arc mirror's Kiriwo's collar. Its a very nice parallel but also acts as a way for Iruma to be connected to the people he's attending Devilculum with. The frilled collar on Ameri's dress and the Amosdeus Clan's rose brooch that both Azz and Amu have on their suits.

Idk how to end this ngl but I am completely normal about ch 303+4 the writing and set up is so so so good. I remember Misfits being so mad that others were translating the human part and I agree. Its so vital for the Love Trio and their relationship that their secrets are theirs to tell and not anyone elses. And the way these dynamics are portrayed through diegetic story telling is just perfect, I will never get over how good the KiriIru double spread is. Like those two pages specifically is my Roman Empire. I think about those pages on a hourly basis. I love that spread so much but 90% of what makes it so great is the surrounding context and the proceeding events. One day Nishi will probably top this and make me slobber all over her artistic storytelling but for today, I will continue to be consumed with thoughts about these two chapters.

One last thing but the fact that Iruma's secret got cockblocked from being revealed twice because of a phone call is just hilarious. Once is good enough but Narnia prioritizing a work phone call over warning his brother about what he sees as a great evil? He's so silly actually.

[creedslove]

DAVE YORK AND YOUR PREGNANCY - HEADCANONS

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: hi besties! I'm glad to see you all coming down to ask box to talk about Dave because honestly, I think the world needs to recognize more of murder daddy and our Dave York apologists™ community needs to grow! Also, I sort of kept this headcanon here in my mind and I've also had a bug craving of female rivalry with our favorite person to hate: Carol, hehehe enjoy 😉

• it's not a secret to anyone the whole reason why Dave married Carol was because she got pregnant in the first place; they didn't love each other that much, but their relationship wasn't all bad, so when she showed up knocked up it was only the logical step to jump into marriage

• and it was already in the early stages of the pregnancy, Dave noticed the task wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would, or more like it, it would be as easy to be around Carol as he thought it would. Quite the opposite, she managed to show her true colors as soon as it finally sank in she was indeed pregnant

• their relationship wasn't the best thing that'd ever happened to either of them, but at least they had an active social life, had a decent sexual life and other stuff going on, things weren't always miserable, but whatever kind of bond that could exist between them was suddenly gone, as she did everything in her power to keep Dave away from her

• first of all, all she would complain was about being nauseous, which is common for pregnant women Dave knew, he wasn't a man cave after all, although it started to annoy the hell outta him the fact she claimed to feel sick at the smell of his perfume, his aftershave, his shampoo, his clothes and eventually himself

• and then, it started with the fact that whenever he put his hands on her, she couldn't even hide his grossed out she was; she simply didn't want to feel him, she didn't want him cooking her food and whenever she had an outburst for gaining weight or looking bigger, she would cry, scream, accuse and pick fights blaming it on him for making her body

• and as the pregnancy progressed, so did this situation, it was so stressful and annoying, the way she would just waste money on things, complaining about cute, heartfelt presents she got because she said her baby didn't need anything given to them, she also complained about whatever Dave bought, it was never correct: it was either too pink or not pink enough and so on

• by the time their daughter was born, Dave was already exhausted, and even if he loved her with all his heart, it wasn't what he expected from fatherhood, deep down he feared she would be just like her mom one day - sad news, she turned out exactly like Carol

• and Dave carried on his marriage without the same flame, he was disappointed in the person he married, and when his second girl came along, the experience wasn't any better, but there wasn't anything he couldn't do about it

• so when Dave got divorced and married you, things were so different, he enjoyed how light and gentle your marriage truly was; he loved the good dynamics you both had; how caring and affectionate you were towards each other, how fun days were without a heavy routine, just doing as you pleased and spending time with each other

• things were so good between the two of you, and as Dave finally learned how to sort of balance the distance from his daughters - you still found him in his office staring at pictures of them as toddlers during special holidays at the same time he sighed whenever he tried calling or texting them and was completely ignored it just replied with dry, annoyed texts, was when you found out you were pregnant

• Dave was a mix of feelings, he knew it was a possibility, after all you two weren't so careful with preventing it, but he couldn't help feeling his heart drop, just to imagine he would lose that close side of your relationship because of his experiences as a father and he was so scared about resenting his baby over it, as much as he tried reminding himself he wasn't like his mother at all

• so when you came to him and told about your suspicions, he was supportive, but you could tell he was holding himself back, and knowing about his marriage background and the real drama he often went on with Molly and Alice, you could have a good picture of how complicated things were

• so he drove you to the drugstore, he bought tests next to you and he waited by your side until you got the results - positive, of course - the next day, he drove you to the clinic and waited as you went through every single exam that could attest if you were indeed expecting

• and as much as he held you, kissed you and showed happiness, you still saw something was off, deep in down, Dave's biggest fear was that he was going to lose you to the baby, because Carol wasn't a great partner but whatever he had with her, was gone, and he couldn't face the same happening between the two of you

• you then, gave him some time and space, knowing he had a mission coming in the next few days, you really thought of asking him not to go, but you knew you couldn't actually do it, so you just wished him a nice and safe trip and reminded him how much you loved him

• and once Dave came back was when he realized that perhaps things weren't going to be lost between the two of you, because yeah, he called every single day to check up on you and the baby, and he knew you'd started your nausea/hunger/sleepy phase so he figured once he got home, you would star drifting apart from him

• but much to his surprise, you didn't, quite the opposite: you practically jumped on him, because you wanted to hug and hold Dave in your arms, you wanted to feel his warmth and weight, and god, his scent simply drove you insane with desire and satisfaction

• you complimented his cologne, his shampoo, the scent of his clothes, soap, you name it... you just loved everything and you loved burying your face into his neck and sniffing him

• his pancakes were also to die for: it didn't matter if he made them sweet or tried different salty recipes, if it was breakfast or just breakfast for dinner, you loved spending time with him and appreciating his food, and you also thanked him for adding fruits and many other healthy things into your diet

• your sex life also improved, with differences of course, mostly, Dave wouldn't be so rough, he was more romantic and soft towards you and there was no stress: you wanted him as much as he wanted you, the hormones, the passion, the romance was all in synch and even if you eventually got a little insecure about your body changes, there weren't cries, arguments, all it took the two of you was just some reassurance from Dave's side, the way he would sometimes hold you in front of a mirror and grab your lotion and spread all over your skin, or how he would nuzzled your neck and whisper into your ear how sexy you were becoming or even when he would bury himself between your thighs until you couldn't handle it anymore, was enough to settle things

• over the course of your pregnancy, Dave realized your bond was stronger than never, because you two were very much in love, you were expecting a child Dave already loved so much without the fear of this baby growing into an obnoxious child like it happened before

• the fact he was going to have a little boy after two girls was also pretty exciting for him, as he figured it would be somehow easier and he kind of had hopes to fix his own traumas by being a kind father to a boy, knowing what a boy needed as growing up

• he loved how happy and careful you were with everything you got as a gift for the baby: baby shoes, clothes, onesies, you were so thankful for people's kindness to gift your baby, never trash-talking anything you got and also thanking Dave for the gifts

• he realized you were both more united, not working against each other with a baby in the middle, but instead, working together in order to raise that precious little thing you two loved so much and it showed him a real meaning of family to him

• you two were meant to be, your baby was loved by the two of you with all your hearts and you couldn't want another life, things were good and the Yorks were finally happy the way they deserved to be ❤️

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[frogemeat]

It’s time for some Dipper character analysis for my Relativity Falls AU that I have promptly named, drumroll please!!!

Half of a Whole !! (This name is subject to change bc I’m indecisive c: ))

So let’s get some basics out of the way. Dipper in this AU is the Author (or the Narrator, in this case,) and didn’t get to know Stan that well. He bonded with Ford very quickly, but Stan kept him at arms length just like he did with Mabel at first.

Honestly, it’s much worse with Dipper. Stan views Dipper as someone who’s trying to separate him and Ford, especially when he asks Ford to be his protege and to stay in Gravity Falls with him. So, Stan is not the biggest fan of Dipper, while Dipper doesn’t really know how to handle Stan and his more… rambunctious behavior.

So Dipper does his nerdy things while Stan acts like a little shit towards him. Stan is, and I’m saying this in the most affectionate way possible, a little shit towards him.

So when Stan goes missing Dipper is the most emotionally stable out of all of them. Don’t get me wrong, he is devastated that Stan’s missing! Even if they weren’t close he had still grown fond of Stan and his abrasive personality. He even started teaching Stan different fighting styles after he learned he liked to box! Things were going good.

And then-

Well, we all know what happens next.

The Oddpocalypse happens, Stan gets his memories wiped, they can’t find him, and it’s all his fault.

If he never interacted with Steve, never made a deal with him, never got tricked, then they wouldn’t be here. Stan would still be with them, memories intact, and not lost in the Oregon wilderness.

So he looks. He keeps looking long after Mabel and Ford go home, the boys body too exhausted to keep looking despite the kids protest. Mabel goes with him because she’s too scared to let the tween out of her sight. He’s alone. It’s for the best.

He looks. He finds nothing.

Guilt eats at him.

The next day he goes out and looks.

He feels sick.

He spends the entire week searching through the forest with a fine tooth comb.

He tries to keep it together for Mabel and Ford. He cooks even though he’s bad at it. He convince Mabel to sleep and stops Ford from sneaking out. When he’s not trying to keep everything together, he’s out searching.

He can’t sleep.

He retraces his steps. He asks people in town. He looks and looks and looks. He comes home empty handed.

One day, when he’s dead on his feet and staring blankly at their empty fridge, Mabel takes his hand and sits him down. She makes Mabelcakes.

The guilt eats at him.

Time passes. He goes from searching once a day, to once a week, to every month. He might not be searching everyday now, but he never stops looking. He can’t. He failed Stanley once. He won’t fail him again. So he keeps looking.

Ford and Mabel tell him stories about Stan. His biggest regret is that he didn’t try harder to break down Stan’s walls. He hears stories about a boy who acts tough but had the biggest heart. A boy who loved to draw and who loved the ocean. He learns about a boy who gave the best hugs in the world. He learns about a boy who he would’ve loved with his entire heart and soul.

When Mabel comes storming into the shack one day, out of breath and claiming she found Stan he didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know if he believed her. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly. But he was a scientist. A man of logic. He needed evidence.

He goes into town the next day. There’s a boy who looks like Ford and smiles like Stan.

The guilt eats at him.

[hermetiqa]

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Daily Message: 02.08.24

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Pile 1

Hello, Pile 1! This is such a lovely day for a reminder. I'm getting that you're in a confused state right now. Perhaps you're confused about your environment, especially the people surrounding you. Some of your connections are not working anymore. Some people don't serve you anymore. This is because you're growing as a person and you're outgrowing them. Most of the time, you lose people along the way because the version of them doesn't go along with your new version, and that's okay. You outgrow not only yourself, but other people as well. This is your reminder to leave connections that no longer serve you. Cut off people who aren't happy for your growth and achievements in life. You don't deserve them in your life and you know this in your mind, but in your heart, you're still denying it. But one way or another, you'll realize that some people are just not meant to be in your life on the long-run, or perhaps forever. Some people don't appreciate you and you don't need these people. It's okay to let go of people who only love your miserable and unhealthy version, and never happy for your growth.

Pile 2

Hello, Pile 2! I'm seeing a lot of in denial here. I'm hearing that you're not seeing things clearly. You refuse to view things logically and you're having a hard time looking for new possibilities to have a better future. You're more of a living-in-the-present person and you're just going with the flow. But I'm getting that you're like this because you're too scared of the future. You have a lot of what ifs going on in your head. What if it doesn't work out this way? What if I regret this decision? What if I need to do this and that? What if I fail? What if I disappoint people in my life? This is your reminder that failing is a part of life, that's how you'll learn. Whenever you fail, you get up, then let yourself take the risk and fail again. If you're not going to take the risk, what's going to happen? Nothing. This is your sign to take the risk and grab the opportunity that was presented to you. You don't know whether a good future is waiting for you at the end of it. And you'll never know unless you take it. You're an adventurous person, so go and start your adventures.

Pile 3

Hello, Pile 3! I'm having a lot of emotions coming from your end. Your reading leans more towards relationships, specifically romantic relationships. I'm getting that you're in a relationship right now, whether this is a situationship or you're still dating or it's official. In any case, you might feel like the person you're dealing with is not giving you what you want or need. This person is not reciprocating your energy, efforts, and even love. You're scared of ending this connection with the person because they made you feel loved, but that's simply because no one did the bare minimum for you. But this person can't even do the bare minimum, they just do more than other people, even your friends and family. You have an emotional connection with this person, which is why it's quite difficult for you to end it. You're emotionally attached to them and you do love them. But you have to make a choice. I'm getting betrayal here. This person might be betraying you right now and they're taking the risk of losing you because for them, the grass is always greener somewhere else. I'm hearing a message that says take a break. Take a break from them and from your connection so you can actually reassess it. It's time to reassess this. You already went through a lot and this person won't be any different. Your heart might be sinking as you read this, and I know it feels heavy, but we all have to go through that so we can learn. This time is just for you to learn. Let go.

[crazycurly-77]

Undercover Lap Dance - Chapter 8

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

Still out of breath and completely shaken, you tried to process what had just happened. But you weren't the only one, because Gibbs was leaning on the other side of the wall, trying the same thing.

Only with the greatest effort could he tear himself away from you, but his brain and his entire body were screaming to go back into the room with you and continue where you left off.

But that wasn't possible, because you had to keep your cover. Besides, this was an investigation and he had to keep a cool head, which, God knows, was hard enough.

He lowered his head, shook it, and closed his eyes.

His breathing gradually calmed, his expression became withdrawn and he was back to being a professional investigator. But just to be on the safe side, he decided that Ducky should enjoy your performance next time.

Sure, sending Tony would have been more logical, but he didn't want his hands touching your sensual and seductive body. Basically, he didn't want any other man touching you.

But if that was necessary to avoid being too tempted himself, then it would be Ducky. Because he could trust his old friend, he was sure of that.

Determinedly, he pushed himself off the wall and headed back to the guest area. When he reached DiNozzo, he gave him a quick pat on the shoulder, said, "We're leaving," and quickly left the club.

As soon as Tony reached him, Jethro told him what you had discovered so far. But Tony was on tenterhooks, waiting for the boss to finally tell him what he personally still wanted to know the most. But not a word left Gibbs’ lips.

When they arrived at the office and got out of the car, DiNozzo couldn't stand it anymore. "So? What was it like when Y/N danced sexily on your lap? And she probably wasn't just dancing, right?"

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and immediately received a head-slap. Gibbs looked at him sternly and asked threateningly, "Do you want to elaborate on that?"

Tony swallowed and just shook his head. Gibbs nodded, "Good. I didn't expect that either."

Then he went to his desk, sat down, and ordered DiNozzo to research information on the dancers' backgrounds, especially Amber Shaw's. If she did indeed have anger management issues and was very ambitious, she might have a motive for the crime.

While DiNozzo was researching, Gibbs went over all the clues they had so far. Then his phone rang. It was Jenny, and she definitely wanted an update.

"Gibbs," he answered.

"We now know a little more about the dancers. DiNozzo is currently investigating their backgrounds," he reported and hung up.

He continued to stare at the documents. He was missing something, but what?

At that very moment, you walked into the office. The two men looked at you in astonishment and anticipation, while Tony couldn't suppress a broad, smug grin.

"Look what I found!" With these words, you placed the box in your hand on Gibbs's desk and opened it. Inside was a gun.

"I found this in the trash can behind the bar. I'm assuming it's the murder weapon," you announced. You were so proud of your discovery that you mentally grew at least 5 meters tall, which made Jethro smile.

He had never seen you so excited, but he liked the sight. What he didn't like so much was that you were wearing your everyday clothes again, but if he was honest, he liked you a lot in them too.

So he stood up, picked up the box, took your hand and walked with you to the elevator to Abby's lab to check the gun for bloodstains and fingerprints.

"Ping!" The elevator arrived, the doors opened and you both walked in. He held your hand the entire ride, but he stared stubbornly at the door.

Should you ask him about your date? Was he serious about that? Or was it just a spontaneous slip-up due to the situation?

You were just about to ask him about it when you arrived at the lab.

Abby greeted you with a broad grin. "Gibbs! Y/N! Nice to see you!!"

Jethro smiled and handed her the box: "This is possibly the murder weapon in our nightclub murder. I want to know everything there is to know about it as soon as possible."

"Okay, sure!" Abby replied and he pulled you back towards the elevator. It was really strange how he gave Abby matter-of-fact instructions while still holding your hand.

As you waited for the elevator to return, you noticed him gently massaging the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing small circles on it.

He had never done that before. Why did he suddenly start doing it? What was he up to? And what was going through his mind anyway? This man was a walking mystery and you seriously doubted anyone would ever solve it.

Then the elevator finally arrived. The two of you entered the cabin, Jethro pressed the button for the third floor and it started moving. A few seconds later, Gibbs hit the emergency stop. The car stopped abruptly and was bathed in dim light… 

…and immediately, you felt the cold wall of the car at your back.

(To be continued in Chapter 9.)

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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]

warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...

You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"

"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.

She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.

You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.

Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"

You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."

"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."

You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."

Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."

"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."

Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.

You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.

"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."

She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.

She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."

You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.

"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.

Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."

"You know I am."

Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."

You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.

"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."

Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.

While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.

Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.

Agatha groaned against your breasts.

So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.

"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."

Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.

When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.

When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.

Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.

You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.

And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."

Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."

Agatha froze.

When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."

But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.

"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."

A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.

Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?

Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.

From there you couldn't think anymore.

But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.

"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."

Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.

Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.

So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."

You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.

She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.

That was her limit.

Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.

And at that moment, it was true.

Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.

And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.

She came into you.

And for the first time in your life you felt complete.

Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."

You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."

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Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 35

Warnings: weak human pet, vampire carewhumper, recovery whump, intimidation

This series is finally BACK! (mostly because I hit a motivation block with Villain's Coffee Shop Oops 😅)

But if he wanted to survive, he had to appease his captor, so he stayed quiet and kept his bitter thoughts to himself, closing his eyes and drifting off.

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The next morning after breakfast Alex presented him with a large box, dropping it ungracefully on the bed next to him. “Courtesy of Anisa,” he announced.

Mallory raised a quizzical eyebrow, but opened it to find several giant cases stuffed full of blueberries. He felt stupid for how excited and grateful he was over such a simple gift.

"You kept your word," he noted aloud.

Alex crossed his arms over his chest. "One thing about me, hunter, is that I rarely lie, if ever."

"I'm beginning to see that," Mallory mumbled to himself.

"Just don't make a mess, or I'll take them away," Alex warned, then left him alone to enjoy himself.

Mallory eagerly ripped open the first cardboard case he saw and was taken aback to find a folded piece of paper resting atop the packaged berries. He cautiously took it in his hands, gently unfolding it. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't this.

It was a note, handwritten in elegant cursive writing so beautiful it could be framed and called ‘art’.

Dear hunter:

Hope Alex is treating you better now. Him asking me about blueberries seems like a good start, at least it means he's putting in some effort now to your care, with my guidance. I have given him many suggestions on how to improve your current living situation.

He's terribly lonely and a grouchy prick at times, but I think eventually you'll find a way to live together peacefully. Be patient with him, he’s lived through a lot that’s altered his perspective on the value of life. It will take time for him to come out of his guarded shell.

If you ever need anything, tell Alex to pass the message on to me, and I'll see what I can do to help.

—Written with great sympathy,

Anisa Winters

Mallory couldn't help the small smile that cracked his lips. At least someone cared about his well-being – even if Anisa was another vampire.

He gorged himself on blueberries like they were candy until his stomach felt like it would burst and he couldn't fit any more. They tasted heavenly, his small slice of joy amidst all the misery.

Once he was satisfied and full, he set the remaining cases on the floor next to the bed, cleaning himself up in the bathroom before crawling back under the plush covers to rest. If only every day could be like this.

But… maybe they could be, if he stopped fighting it.

Mallory wrinkled his nose at the thought, scolding himself that the notion had even crossed his mind in the first place. He’d sworn to himself to be defiant and go down fighting no matter what, and yet… giving in kept sounding more and more appealing the longer he dwelled on it. And that terrified him more than anything – that he might lose his mind to delirium and madness, that he might get used to being trapped here as a vampire’s pet. That he might stop wanting to escape in some twisted way.

Mallory shivered uneasily, pulling the covers up over his head as though the simple act would fight off all the voices warring in his head, the vampire hunter inside him yelling at him to fight, while his logical side knew there was no point. Alex was a vampire. Which meant he would always win, so long as Mallory was weaponless.

And even when I had a weapon, look where it got me, Mallory thought to himself, remembering how he'd stabbed his captor in the chest. It had only made his situation a hundred times worse. He couldn’t go through that again. The phantom pain was still vivid and sharp, a pointed reminder of the harsh consequences of disobedience.

But he couldn't just accept his new life as a walking food source! A life like that was no life at all.

But there's nothing I can do to save myself, he admitted grimly, and it hurt to even acknowledge that cold truth. Even if I escape the mansion, I have no way of finding my way home. I'm lost out here where no one will ever find me...

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[pleasantspark]

To make it abundantly clear. I do see @chaifootsteps as a friend. A close associate. But it doesn't mean spreading false allegations. Just like the pitchforked. I don't like Proshippers or Zoophiles but I don't obsess over calling Chai out 447744747 times over blatantly disproven claims. And thanks to @doodler16 Chai had delivered on concerns that brought up.

I'm a victim of CSA, Grooming and a plethora of false allegations. To have people freak out about the drawing of a chibi character (I don't really understand the difference between the two. Because Cub is child like and chibi is just miniature. People mistake the two a lot.)

"These came from credible SOURCES!!!!"

The screenshots you are referencing and the anti-chai crowd are getting it from DaniDraws and other problematic Twitter users. The same people who exclusively defended against the things YOU claim CHAI did.

They accused Chai of shit that seems to be out of nowhere. Going off assumptions rather then actual logic. Because the crash outs I see is really fucking telling. You can claim someone is a Murderer for wanting to kill a fictional character and the person accusing them of it would be attacked but THE AUDICITY WHEN I A GROWN WOMAN LIKES CELL, A BUG!!!1! INCECTAPHILLA! YOU'RE A ZOOPHILE!

If you're this butthurt about people TRYING to change maybe I don't know? Ignore them. This drama all started because people genuinely can't take a hint and solve this shit in private. And no it's not because "Ohhh I couldn't contact them bc their DMs are private" its really dumb af because this person could've asked someone else to help them contact them, which shows you DIDN'T want to handle it.

I'm sorry if I am laying Heavy on this person but I am sick and tired of false allegations that were proven by the accusee of being false or warped or even worse misconstrued being used around. If you have a problem with someone, go to them. Refusing to confront them but rather call them out as the various people (Newsflash some people who are criticizing them in your Anon Box/Reblogs are on the side of the Stans so they will OF COURSE overexaggerate claims.) who I see are COWARDS who can't even leave a message or go to me to sort an arrangement out, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN HIMSELF, I have a server where you can sort this shit out.

Some of you are what? in your 20s? Adults? Functioning members of society but you cannot handle talking to people or hiring someone to middleman it? I am genuinely embarrassed of you guys, perpetrating false allegations and pushing the guilty by association just for PEOPLE trying to educate you? No, none of you should be critics at all if you're gonna act like stans, if you disagree and still believe Chai is guilty after his clarifications, then fine by me. No one's gonna change your mind. I just find it time consuming and all in all stupid to continue to focus on shit NO ONE really cares about or just finding more reasons to hate.

Sounds like stans amiright? So whenever you cross a post that has some allegations, don't go get the pitchforks, consider it as false before proven. You are not helping the case, and Tumblr is going to become the next coming of Twitter if we all don't treat allegations as skepticism. Goodnight, and this is my final message.

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Lee! Sal Ler! Larry & brief Gizmo

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Summary: sᴀʟ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴜɴᴘᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀʀʀʏ, ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇɪʟ.

Warning: swearing and this is a tickle fic. If that's not your forte then feel free to scroll right past! Safe travels! :]]

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FUCK! It was a long day.. The loads and piles of getting boxes to pack was exhausting, to say the least. Immediately unpacking it all just might have been the worst part of it.. Not to mention the boxes afterwards going to waste in a storage unit. There was a lot of organizing and putting everything together. A lot of cleaning, talking, exchanging, agreeing and disagreeing, the PAPERWORK! You can tell by now how much all that is to just move into an apartment.. JUST AN APARTMENT! imagine what it's like moving into a HOUSE..

Anywho,

Sal was tired as hell. I mean who wouldn't, given the circumstances? But now that Sal is completely finished, he can finally relax- wait.. Is he forgetting something?

"It feels.. Empty. Too empty." Sal had whispered out loud to himself. Of course things would feel empty and Lonesome, it's a new place- new environment! What is there to feel crowded and warm inside when you're all alone in the apartment-

"GIZMO!" Sal randomly shouted.. Wow, Thanks for interrupting. The boy was right however, cause Gizmo was no where to be seen. All the moving and stuff had Sal so physically and mentally tired that the thought of his own cat swept his mind.

So,

For any logical young man to do in these drastic circumstances is to go retrieve their pet.

And retrieve he did!

Not even 5 minutes later, Sal had brought his cat home just in time to see Larry and Neil sitting in the living room area.

"Oh, hey Sally face!" Larry said enthusiastically. He had gotten up from his place to greet Sal and Gizmo by resting his arm on Sal's shoulder, and using the other hand to gently pet the unbothered feline.

"Do you really have to rest your arm on me everytime you see me?" Sal asked while moving his shoulder to try and get the taller's arm off. (It didn't work by the way.)

"As your brother, I am obligated to annoy the absolute shit out of you,, C'mere Sally!" Larry then wrapped his arm around Sal's neck without any actual force, causing the shorter to stumble on his feet, and started to give him a noogie.

"Wait- ssh-Ow!! Laharry?! Quit ihit, that huhurts!" Sal yelped in surprise, still holding Gizmo with pride. The blue headed guitarist tried to get out of his brother's hold, but it was to no avail.

"C'mon Sally~ if you don't want a noogie, then I'll give you my special Larry~ Annoyance!" the older stopped his noogie attack to dart his hands to Sal's sides.

"AAH! Lahaharry! W-wahahait!" Sal, a nervous wreck, panicked with how he's going to hold onto Gizmo without dropping him and feeling bad for the rest of that evening. Although the tabby was unbothered by all the moving, Gizmo couldn't help but to look up at Sal with a confused expression on his fur.

"Awe, look at Gizmo! He's curious about you, Sal." Neil chipped in on the commotion, looking fondly at Gizmo who tried to sniff out the sounds that were coming from Sal. The curious feline got close enough to the boy's neck, and continued to sniff out the sounds.

Unfortunately for Sal, the feeling alone, as well as the whiskers, had made the tingly sensation worse through out his body. He had become weak to the knees, but still had enough strength to keep himself up so he doesn't end up falling and possibly hurting his cat.

"Nohoho Gihizmo,, cuhuhut it ohout!" Sal said quickly. He was thankful that his mask was on so no one could see how beat red his face has gotten.

"Awee, look at that! Gizmo is one curious cat, isn't he?" Larry said, still owning up to his name and tickling the shit out of Sal.

"Ihihi'm gohohoing to ahahactually kihill you laharry!" Sal tried to sound threatening, but with how his childish giggles were betraying his usual mysterious image, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Oh no! I'm so~ scared! I need to hide.. But where?" Larry acted out in a scared tone to make Sal laugh even more like the tickling sensation and Gizmo's very affective sniffing wasn't enough already. To drag out his act, he moved his hands around Sal's torso and ribs like he was trying to find something, but really was acting on trying to "hide".

"StohAHahp!! Ihihi'm gohoing toho fahAAH!" unfortunately for Sal, his psychic-like powers were pinged correct as Larry darted his hands in Sal's underarms, and this caused the shorter to lunge slightly forward while bringing himself and Gizmo down to the floor.

Larry followed however, trying to use his strength to level the fall so the landing doesn't hurt his brother too bad, as well as startling Gizmo as much.

Luckily for the both of them, Gizmo took this as a sign to finally get off of the panicked boy, and strut over to Neil who was still watching the scene unfold on the couch. Amused as ever.

"LAHAHARRY! IHIHI- stahaha- *snort* Pleahaha-!" The poor boy was too ticklish to form any words, much to his dismay.

"Hoholy Macorle! This is hilarious! Neil! You should video this for Ash." Larry suddenly said, still keeping his hands in Sal's underarms.

"NO NO NO!,, Dohohon't!" Sal swung his head from side to side to emphasize how he doesn't want ash to see this side of him. Of course, they've had their tickle fights, but to have it taped and sent out?? That's too embarrassing!

Unlucky for Sal, however, Neil did what was asked and pulled out a recorder to send to Ashley.

"Hey, Ash! It's Neil. Just wanted to make this short video to show this adorable scene of Larry tickling the shit out of Sal!" Neil proudly announced, aiming the camera to Sal.

"NOHOHO! Pohohoint Thahahat thing ahahAWAAY- LARRY!!" Sal suddenly screeched while trying to block out the camera view when Larry suddenly hit a weak spot.

"Mahan! If only if you were here, Ash. His reactions are priceless." Larry said loud enough for the phone to hear.

The embarrassing blush that formed on Sam's check were thankfully not shown with his mask in the way, but damn was he getting sweaty from under that mask because of it.

"Ohohkay, you hahaha- had yohour FUN! plehehease stohop." sal pleaded. He was growing tired from the laughing, and both Larry and Neil knew it.

Larry thankfully seized his onslaught and let sal basically lay there to recover.

He basically curled up and took heavy breathes to try and calm down, still havin a bit of a giggle fit from the phantom touches.

"Alright, well Sal seems to be done, so hopefully you enjoyed his mihisery. Bye ash! Guys, say bye!" Neil suddenly said, catching Sal by surprised by him stopping his breathe for a second before completely drowning in his own embarrassment.

"Bye Ashley!! Don't forget you're coming over this weekend! See ya later." Larry said happily, waving at the camera while also patting Sal's back for a dramatic show for the girl.

"Plehease don't send that to Ahash!" Sal begged, looking up to stare and Larry and Neil.

"Don't worry, Sally. Ash already knows you're ticklish, so it's nothing new, haha." Neil said, analyzing the video that was proudly heard by the others.

"If you really don't want us to send that video to Ash, then we won't. Promise on my life, dude." Larry said sincerely. He stuck out his pinky finger to Sal with a genuine smile to show that he was actually telling the truth.

Sal was about to lift up his own hand to connect his pinky with Larry's until they both heard Neil gasp in surprise.

"Oh no.. I'm so sorry dude, I accidentally sent the video while Larry was talking.. I can try to delete the video, but she's already looking at the video." Neil said, apologetically. Still going by larry's word, he deletes the video and explains to Ash about Sal's embarrassment; reasulting in Ash being understanding of it.

"It's okay, I guess.. Let's just hope she doesn't try anything while over here for the weekend." Sal said nervously.

Yeah.. This weekend..