#tried doing locs today

[camels-pen]

nothing special

[cathnospam]

Adding onto this drabble of how Bakugo likes to stare at you, but with a bit a smutty..

CW: Bakugo is a pervert trynna fight it, Some fluff, Smut implied at end, Reader IS a pervert, Black Reader slightly Implied???

Bakugo has a bad staring problem.

He had a feeling you knew he knew that he would do more than just glance at you which is why you decided to sit next to him up until you all graduated high school and attended college.

Since UA made a new section of the school that is for the college students only the classrooms are different, no more desk but rows of seats, and means sitting even closer. Bakugo didn’t know if he should be pissed off or more excited.

Yes he sits closer, but now his staring would be evident. Turning almost a whole 180 just to get a good look of your side profile. And the thought of you catching him or anything saying about it makes him want to smack the shit out of Deku or Kami.

“Wanna study?”

Your voice was something else. So feminine and soft he practically tries to savor each sweet vowel ….as corny as it sounds….though he has overheard you speak negatively about it a few times. If he had a right mind he’d let you know how much serotonin your voice carries.

“Your grades that bad?”

“No, I aced the last exam with a 98%.”

Bakugo only got 95.

He tsks adjusting himself uncomfortably to get a better look at you. Of course you’re also smart to pair.

The study dates turned into a common practice, but instead of studying it’s be a movie marathon or going to eat some food together at a nearby restaurant.

And his eyes never cracked away from you.

Bakugo would watch you as you spoke, laughed, ate, even stared when you were just doing absolutely nothing, but tapping away on your phone.

He just does not know why he can’t stop, but he doesn’t care and you seem to not care much either.

By the third year before graduation you began to take note of him always looking at you. At some point you wanted to confirm your suspicions so you’d angle yourself a little more his direction to see him from your peripheral vision, and alas you were right. He always looks at you.

He starts from your legs, stops and admires your thighs, to your chest and lands his gaze on your face. You’ve became accustomed to it so much whenever you wear your braids, or locs, or whichever new hairstyle that week parted it’s be on the opposite side so he can still see your face.

It wasn’t weird though, his eyebrows were furrowed, but he looked so cute and relaxed. Plus, it didn’t hurt since..he was your little crush.

It has been 4 months now and Bakugo practically lives in your dorm. His spare clothes are in your drawers, his winter hero costume is beside yours in your closet, he even has some of his hygiene products in your bathroom when he spends the night.

It’s been a routine now; class together, after school lunch together, spar separately or hang out with friends separately but Bakugo comes to your room to take a shower and bring you both dinner.

This time though Bakugo came back from his work study a little later, which you didn’t mind, but you decided to order some dinner, your favorite and his and head to take a quick shower.

Bakugo actually had to catch himself from grinning at your text. He felt more motivated to finish his job quicker today and head back to you.

He missed you without realizing it.

After eating, you finally got up from mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and grabbing the takeout from the front , to take your shower. The hot water feels so nice on your body you forgot all your worries of today and Bakugo was just coming back to the dorms.

He unlocks your door with the spare key you gave him and hears the water running, he sees your phone unlocked in your bed with some video replaying on tiktok and he scoffs. Of course you’re just NOW getting in the shower. He wanted to take one.

Bakugo places his gauntlet and strips his uniform down to just his tank top and boxers on your semi filled hamper and wait. He did not feel like heading to the other side of the building to take a shower and head back. Too tired.

While eating the food you got him he finds the receipt you tossed and crumbled in the trash, and scoffs, “why does she do this..” he mumbled as he pulls out his phone to Apple Pay you back the difference, he doesn’t usually let your pay for anything when you’re with him even if you offer so it was practically second nature to him.

Laying back on your bed with a towel he starts up a show as he waits for you, and while looking at the TV he notices your bathroom door beside it opened.

Without thought he tilts his head almost like a confused dog to get a better view of the noises you’re making inside. Mindless humming, singing, and soft moans whenever you let the hot water touch the sensitive areas of your skin.

You sounded…so attractive.

He wasn’t sure if you knew he was back yet, he made enough noises and comments to himself loud enough, but you didn’t respond back. You didn’t even hear the TV playing. Were you really that careless?

Thank God your door was locked.

He kept quiet for a moment, muting the TV and ate in silence to hear the ambiance of your shower. Bakugo wasn’t really thinking at this point.

“K-Kats ~”

If Bakugo had dog ears one would be up right about now, he gets up and walks over to the doors. No way he heard you moan—-

“Katsuki~”

His name.

He had heard HIS name moan out of YOUR mouth.

It spilled out of your lips like honey, the soft heavy breaths, if he focused his hearing he could have heard your squelches your sex was spewing out from you little fingers.

Bakugo knew. He knew better. He always had pride he wasn’t a pervert like his friends.

Kaminari admitting he steals Jirou’s panties

Kiri sometimes watches Mina get dressed when he’s in her room

Even Sero sending pervy pictures to his long distance girlfriend at random hours of the day

Bakugo was BETTER than them, because he never did anything perverted with you.

But

He’s still a man at the end of the day.

“Katsuki…ah…”He slowly rises from the bed.

And he still has needs.

“Kats….”He peaks his head at the creaked bathroom door.

And he still had a staring problem.

[nixwriteschaos]

My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

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“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

!~

“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

[solefae]

𝐊𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. just kk being kk….

📝: todays my birthday!!! 💋🎀 so I thought giving you guys a treat! 🤍 (back in my active era 😭😝!)

── kk absolutely adores it when you play with her hair.

── Since you're a hairstylist, she lets you do things to her hair, like doing box braids and etc. If she's ever in the mood, she'll sit down for hours at a time and let you style her locs in any way you want.

── Sometimes when you're doing her hair, she'll take pics of you and put it on social media with a cute caption behind it.

• kk leans back in the chair she’s sitting in, a big smile on her face as she takes numerous pictures of you styling and retwisting her locs. You’re standing behind her, focused on the locs you’re doing, meanwhile she’s just smiling, taking pictures and videos, and just taking you in.

“You look so good doing that ma.”

She says as she keeps taking pictures, her phone is just pointed directly at you.

After you finish the final twist, she sits in the chair for a moment, thinking of a caption she can put on the photos and videos she took. Her fingers quickly started tapping on her screen to type out the caption, which came out to be:

“When bae knows what to do with them hands…🤍”

── She jokingly calls you a 'hair-head' whenever you start nerding out and telling her the difference between box braids and goddess braids and etc.

── While you work, a few of your male clients try to flirt and talk to you, but when kk sees all the men try and flirt with YOU, she gets hella pissed and is about to get up and start beating their ass, but she tries to remain calm whenever you're around.

── When you style her locs, she'll sometimes fall asleep because thats how good it feels. You get her to lay down with pillows around her, and you proceed to do her hair, and in the middle of you doing your thing, she's out like a light.

── In fact, a few times her teammates asked you to do their hair, so you did it.

── She loves it whenever you just randomly start playing with her locs while she's playing games, studying, or doing something.

── There have been numerous of times where you've seen her scrolling on Pinterest, looking at hair inspiration. "Hey mama, do you think I could pull this off?" She asks every single time.

── When you bring her your 'test dummies' (which is basically old wigs for wigs your making to improve your skills) she loves trying them on. She always asks for your opinion afterwards.

── she ALWAYS hypes you up when you do your own hair. For example, one time you posted a video of you in a new lacefront you did yourself on instagram, she was the first person to like, comment, repost & everything 😭😭

• “ouuu bae atee this hairstyle upppp😍😍!!” she commented

── Just like men, if any woman seems a little too interested in you while youre doing a service, shes gonna throw up an eyebrow and give the woman a little side eye.

── The few times she'll see you in wigs/lace front is sometimes when she comes over after a long day and she sees you with a long black wig on, and she'll jokingly tell you that you look like her mom 🤦🏽‍♀️😭

[lionar0und]

Dada! - Leona fic

Leona has some conflicted feelings about his baby This is mostly my late night rambling

Warnings - Fem reader Kinda, mostly leona and cub centered, Small doses of traumatized Leona

Special thanks to @queen-shiba for all her help. Thanks Bestie!

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Leona loves his sleep. It's a known fact that he almost loves sleep more than he loves his wife.

Almost. He certainly loves her enough for-

"Dada!"

There she is. Leona has...conflicted feelings about being a father. His wife wanted a cub, so they had a cub. He wanted to continue his legacy anyway...but Seven, he's struggling.

It was fine at first - mildly unnerving, but fine. You were struggling, and he hated it. But you wanted Melody so badly. He can't ignore the adrenaline rush he felt when he first felt his cub kicking; or the jolts of joy whenever he held you, arms around you and holding your belly.

But now that she's here?

She's beautiful. She's everything he never thought he could love that he would live for. He'd die for her to but dying is just sleep to him...and sleep is easy. It's numb and comfortable. But living? Waking from bliss to feed his tiny mewling cub as she wails, face red and tiny fists shaking is hard. Giving up some of his late nights out, facing the embarrassment of her sobbing at royal functions; all those judging eyes watching?

Yeah. That's rough.

Really rough.

Today's rough too - He only just got back from another Spelldrive practice, and now that hes a pro, his energy has to be up to play!

But duty calls.

"DADA!"

"Oi, don't shout at baba," He grumbles weakly, "It's late, nugget."

"I want hair." She huffs. For a second his heart stirs. She has your eyes.

"You have hair. See? It's right here." He tapped her head...and it started again. The instant panic because what if his nails are too sharp? What if he hurt her?

He represses the urge to throw up when remembering the feeling of his own parent's claws raking over his eye.

"No dada. Your hair. Pretty!"

"My hair? Baby, what-" He is cut off by a sharp tug on his hair.

Oh.

"You want locs?" It's more of a surprised gruff squeak than anything else. "You want your hair to look like mine?"

"Yes!" She squeals excitedly, hopping on the bed with him. "Hair like yours!"

Shit. Shit, he doesn't do his own hair! He's a prince, he has a stylist-

"Dada?"

Damn it...look at that sweet face. Funny, he didn't realize Melody had his grumpy face.

"Alright, come here grumpy cat." He quickly grabbed his phone. "Kifaji? Yeah...bring me all that hair stuff my stylist uses and my tablet stand."

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As Leona works diligently, he silently notes to raise his stylists salary.

Melody is squirmy after a while...but luckily his baby girl is just as nerdy as him. Nothing a chess tournament on TV can't fix. Besides, hes a good multitasker! He watches the how-to video on his Ipad while carefully doing his precious cub's hair and violently judging the shitty chess plays.

How many more clips does he need? This kid has a lot more hair than he thought...

"Almost done?"

"Almost baby." He grumbles, trying to pick up the clip he dropped.

Sevens, his hands are sore! Twisting Melody's hair lovingly yet firmly, he feels that familiar bubble of annoyance. Why can't the royal stylist just do this instead?

Stop it, Leona. He thinks bitterly. Be the dad you wanted. Suck up being tired! You overblotted and still played spelldrive after! This is for your cub!

But it's been over an hour. And he is so, so tired. And he has practice tomorrow.

And his baby girl wants to be just like him.

He tries to ignore the weird feeling in his throat he gets when those doubts creep in again.

Come on man. Just a bit longer.

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Almost two hours later, he's done. He's oddly proud of himself. And his reward?

He gets to go deaf!

Melody is squealing in glee now, running around with her tiny mirror.

"I look just like dada!" The tired dad hears her screaming down the hall. It's making him feel oddly smug, too. He actually did it.

Finally, he can reap his rewards. Snuggled tightly into his bed and using your maternity pillow he stole , he can finally sleep.

"DADA I WANNA PLAY DOLLS!"

...but for his baby girl, maybe sleep can wait until tomorrow.

[earthchica]

ungodly hour / three

joel miller x black! reader

summary: you are living with joel again, and you both get to see the baby for the first time.

warning: fluff, slight angst, pregnancy, ultrasound, jealousy & possessiveness, age gap, language, nicknames.

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You groaned into your pillow while attempting to shield your eyes from the sunlight seeping through the blinds.

Shifting to the other side of the bed, you glanced at your watch to check the time. 

It was 7:00 am.

Slowly rising and rubbing your eyes, you adjusted to the surroundings, realizing you were back living with Joel.

Joel suggested you move back in, and you agreed to stay only until the baby was born. 

The experience has been awkward but manageable, with both of you skirting around the unspoken tension.

With a dramatic sigh, you rolled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom to kickstart your morning routine.

You let your long, thick locs down from the bun you had it, and you ran your fingers through each one.

You then got dressed into an oversized brown button-up shirt and paired it with some well-loved low-cut jeans, and my brown boots.

You headed downstairs to grab your keys and saw a little note from Joel.

You were a little disappointed that he didn't wait for you to go to the dining hall but you two used to do that when you were a couple.

You guessed he didn't want to make you feel weird or whatever. With a sigh, you grabbed your keys and jacket before heading out.

Once you were inside the dining hall, you immediately got yourself some breakfast.

You spotted Joel in a denim button-up shirt paired with his favorite worn-out jeans and boots, sipping on coffee and engrossed in a book.

"Good Morning, Joel," You greeted him warmly, and he looked up with a glint in his eyes, returning the smile.

"Morning, darling. Sorry...I don't wait for you, I had to do something for someone" Joel said, and you nodded, sitting down at the table with him.

"It's okay...no need to apologize." You said with a small smile before eating.

You both enjoyed your breakfast together in a comfortable silence until finished.

"Oh, damn...almost forgot to tell you I have a check-up with Charles today. So after our duties, do you want to tag along?" You asked.

Joel nodded with excitement in his eyes, getting up from the table which surprised you.

"Of course, we'll head over there after. Is that okay?" He asked and you nodded, grabbing your jacket before leaving with him.

Upon arriving at the greenhouse, you devoted your time to cultivating vegetables, fruits, and various plants.

You found great joy in this work, as it served as a therapeutic retreat from the stresses of life.

The vibrant colors of the fruits and the fresh scent of herbs always lift your spirits.

You looked up from where you were standing and smiled at Cameron.

He was a guy who also worked in the greenhouse, he was always sweet and thoughtful.

Cameron busied himself by watering the plants and checking the soil, his enthusiasm contagious.

You were about to head out to meet Joel but you paused as Cameron rushed up, and called your name.

"Hey, before you go could you help me with something real quick?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Sure, what do you need?" You replied, walking over to him. He pointed to a row of potted herbs that seemed to be struggling.

"I can't figure out what's wrong with these. I've tried adjusting the watering schedule and checked for pests, but they still look wilted."

You examined the plants closely, your mind running through possible causes.

"Let's check the roots," You suggested. "Sometimes, the problem lies beneath the surface."

Together, you both carefully lifted one of the plants from its pot, revealing a tangled mess of roots that had outgrown their container.

"Ah, root-bound," You said, nodding. "They need more space to grow. You should report them in larger containers."

Cameron grinned appreciatively. "Thanks! I knew you'd have the solution. So um, I was wondering if you weren't bus-" His words were interrupted by Joel.

"Don't you even fucking try it," Joel remarked, stepping inside with a determined expression that caused you to roll your eyes.

"Oh, Joel. Hey, man" Cameron stuttered nervously.

"Whatever you were about to ask her, it's not happening." He says, placing his hand on the lower of your back.

"Joel?" You interjected, glancing at him with annoyance.

"Well, I apologize, but rumor has it that you two broke up. Is that incorrect?"

There was a moment of silence before you addressed the situation.

"Yes, that's true, but Joel and I are sorting things out.-" Then Joel barged in with some words that were better left unspoken.

"Yeah, and she's carrying my kid. So there's no way you stand a chance with her," Joel disclosed, prompting Cameron to widen his eyes as he glanced at your growing baby bump.

"Oh, uh, okay. Best of luck to both of you then," he muttered, walking away with an air of resignation.

Joel couldn't hide his amusement as he observed Cameron retreating to tend to the plants. He then turned to you, noticing your annoyance.

"What the hell was that?" You asked as soon as you both left the greenhouse, hands on your hips, expecting an explanation.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Joel responded, walking off, and you followed him to the clinic.

"Oh, Joel, you know what the hell I'm talking about. You have no right to act like a fucking jealous asshole" You commented while watching him stop in front of the clinic doors.

"I know and I'm sorry, darling." He said with a sigh. You shook your head as you both stood there in silence.

"Did you really mean what you said...about us sorting things out?" he asked, shifting the conversation while running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know Joel," You said, heading into the clinic, and you took a seat, anticipating your name being called.

Joel came in shortly after and took a seat beside you, giving you a perplexing look that you couldn't quite decipher.

You rolled your eyes and decided to flip through an old magazine on the nearby side table.

A few minutes went by...

"What the hell is taking so long?" Joel nervously inquired, tapping his leg and checking his broken watch repeatedly.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his anxious behavior. It is kind of weird and sweet seeing him like this.

"Joel, are you okay?" You asked, glancing at him and he briefly looked at you before focusing ahead.

"Yup...I'm fine, why do you ask?" Joel replied, still fidgeting with his leg.

"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you keep shaking your leg like you're in a hurry to use the restroom or something!"

Joel attempted to stop but to no avail which made you giggle a little.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous," he admitted, offering a shy smile. You reassured him by holding his hand tightly.

"Everything will be fine, Joel. Just relax!" You comforted him, and his leg gradually ceased its movements, bringing smiles to both of you.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the machine filling the silence.

You lay down on the examination table with Joel standing beside you, offering a reassuring smile.

You felt a flutter of butterflies in your chest when he did that. Charles walked in with a relaxed demeanor.

"Hey, you two," he greeted you and Joel with warmth, and you both returned the gesture.

"Are you both ready to see your little one?" he inquired, and you nodded in response.

"Alright" He smiled and applied the cool gel to your belly, causing you to shiver slightly from the sensation.

As he moved the transducer across your skin, the screen flickered to life.

You both stared in anticipation, breaths held, until finally, the image became clear.

There, amidst the grainy black and white, was a tiny, pulsing heart.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached for Joel's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen. You looked up at Joel and noticed tears streaming down his face.

"That's our baby?" he asked and you nodded. "Yes, that's our baby,"

"The baby is healthy. I recommend you continue doing what you’re doing. Other than that, I’ll see you both at your next check-up," Charles said as he rose from his chair.

"Thank you," Joel and I responded in unison, shaking his hand. Before he exited the room, he handed me a picture of the ultrasound.

You smiled down at it, unaware that Joel was standing right beside you.

"I can't wait to meet her or him," Joel said, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the side of your forehead.

He seemed oblivious to his actions until you cleared your throat and looked up at him pointedly.

"Oh, sorry. Um, uh, let’s go home," he stammered, hurrying out of the room.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You couldn't believe he still had that effect on you.

"Yeah," You nodded, even though he had already exited. You had to get yourself together before leaving the ultrasound room.

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@orcasoul

@joeldjarin

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hii a little bit ago I ask if you could write loc dead x fem reader who self harms and I loved the one you wrote but could you please write another one 💕

I will hold you

warning : hurt/comfort, self-harm, emotional, kissing, no use fo Y/n

Info : Yeah I remember your request hope you like this one and have fun reading even if it's a little short but regardless have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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Pain. Pain is something that everyone feels at some point, whether it's when you hurt yourself cutting fruit, when you get a stomach ache from laughing or when you're just sad.

But there have also been days, weeks, months, years and decades when you can't get rid of pain. Something that gets stuck in you and hurts you with every passing day.

He knew it, the blond singer of the band knew this feeling, he experienced it every day and could only soften it slightly through the music with his heart by his side. But exactly this pain had captured him and his girlfriend, the one he loved, who was like the light at the end of the tunnel. But even this light can grow dimmer from time to time.

A light that is permeated by pain, a light that has been destroyed by fire, by ice, by metal and by his own body. He had tried it himself and had gone into this spiral abyss, but he had overcome it for a few days at a time and had now somewhat accepted it and survived.

But it was always painful for him when he caught his heart interrupting him and he went home to the room in the house they all shared. He didn't feel the smell of fire after a fire, it was different.

,,Darling! I'm back!" he called into the house, hearing something fall to the floor before he ran upstairs to her, the door to the room was torn open without a lock before he saw that she had thrown the lighter to the floor, the knife lying next to her, but the look of fear, rejection, pain he saw on her face was the most painful thing he had ever seen. That look he knew was a cry for help, a scream that only gave surface to her pain.

A pain they both knew, something they shared and yet hid prematurely. Sometimes, however, they bumped into each other and saw what was going on inside the other.

But the fire they both had not seen for a long time. ,,Wait, darling, just wait a moment," he said hastily, running out of the room and into the bathroom where he grabbed the first-aid kit, which was still more than half full, but it would do.

The crying he heard from her was sad and lonely in her current state. Something that bothered him she shouldn't suffer and yet this was easier said than done as he knew it was painful.

They both knew that this life was painful but life should never be like this. ,,Here I am," he said and knelt down in front of her, wordlessly yet gently taking her arm, the burns and cuts not too deep but the pain of this brief redemption was something she had felt without seeing the end.

,,I'm sorry," she murmured, tears flowing down her cheeks and hiding behind her hand as her friend touched her. She tried to soothe a little while he disinfected the wounds and cleaned the burn cream they had bought just for this.

,,It's not okay, I'm here…it could have been worse but my heart I'm here okay it's going to be okay" he talked to her as he sealed the bandages around her wounds with tape and pulled her into his arms.

Her sniffling mumbles of apology only caused him to hold her tighter. Just stay with me for today, we'll get through this," he reassured her, kissing her head softly, listening to her crying gradually become less and less.

Maybe she even had hope that she could now see the light at the end of the tunnel and not the other way around. He was her light in times when she knew how hard it was. But in the end they would make it, they had always made it somehow and they were making it today.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖”

𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚡 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 Part 1 of 2

WC: 1.4k

Bad Summary: Luffy asks you about sex.

Black Fem Reader

CW: Reader is mentioned to have locs, Inexperienced Reader, Inexperienced Luffy, Luffy is surprisingly Shy/Nervous, this is no smut yet , just discussion of sex between you and him and a little suggestive, A Kiss, I tried my best to make it as Luffy accurate as possible….also Luffy speaks a little spanish.

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“Y/NNNNNN!” Luffy’s whine echoed through out the Sunny. Once again on his daily duty to bother you, because it became one of his favorite hobbies since you joined. You’re his little escape when he wants to really rewind and relax.

Almost everyday at around 3-4pm when the ship isn’t busy he gets up from where ever he is to find you, ask you a thousand and one questions, hang out with you and today was no different except—

“Y/N!” Luffy beamed and barged into your room, as expected, but still managed to leave you shocked especially since you were getting dressed from just leaving the bath.

“Lu!” You throw your robe over your body, sure you’ve seen Luffy naked and he seems to never care about seeing your lady parts, but it was still something you obviously didn’t want to be a reoccurring situation between you both. “I’m—“

“I’m borreeddd!” Your nonplus captain closed the door with his foot before belly flopping on your bed, “Let’s finish playing that one card game you were teaching me—“

“LUFFY!” You snapped at him causing his face to look at your entire shape making you cover more of your body, “Can I get dressed in private pleassseeeee? And then we’ll play.”

“Meh.” He shrugged face planting himself back into your pillow, softly inhaling your natural scent he loved so much, “I won’t look, just hurry up.”

You sigh, you had no point of arguing with him, whatever Luffy wanted he got, and he was a man of his word so he didn’t look.

You strip of your towel and face the chair with your clean clothes. You hear him sigh with boredom, Luffy scoots his way at the edge of your bed and sees a magazines with pretty colors on it. Out of his wonderful curiosity he pulls the magazine out and his eyes widen.

“These are the same kinda magazines Sanji looks at! But with more guys.” Luffy thought scrolling through the pages, he was pretty shocked to see you also own a magazine for a split second, but his shock turned into curiosity.

“Did you take one of Sanji’s magazines, Y/N?”

You instantly felt your soul drop, you knew from nothing, but the silence of the pages turning and small giggles your captain had once again taken something he had no business taking.

“Y/N!—“

You quickly snatch the magazine from his hands, his smile fading just a little seeing the anger in your eyes as you went to slam it on your nightstand, “Don’t you know not to touch things that don’t belong to you?!”

You never yelled at Luffy before. You felt a bit of guilt arising in your chest so you turn away from him. The awkward tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You expected to hear Luffy run off or even burst out laughing, but Eventually you feel his warm hand on your bare shoulder as you held your towel tightly.

“Y/n, are you embarrassed?”

The question was worded as if he were teasing but his tone sounded genuinely curious.

“No…I just…—“

“Y/N, do you also jack off?”

There wasn’t enough adjectives in the world to describe the crooked look you gave, snapping your head at him from behind seeing him grin at you playing with your locs again.

“…Luffy what—“

“You know, play with yourself and make yourself feel good. I mean Sanji does it with those magazines, Zoro and Usopp do too. So…if you had it—“

“Luffy women can’t jack off..it’s called..masturbating—-you know what that’s not the point! You can’t ask that?!”

“Why! It’s normal right?”

“….have you?”

Luffy shrugged, his fingers still fiddling with your hair a little while longer before sitting on your dresser to face you and swing his feet. “I did once, but got bored maybe I wasn’t doin it right.”

“…but how many times have you done it? Have you also done that stuff in the magazine too?”

If you had any color in your face is was already being sucked out of you. Gosh your captain was a interesting guy.

“Are you asking me if I ever had sex?”

“Yeah.”

“….n-no. No Luffy I haven’t.”

“Really? You and Traffy seemed like you did. You’re so close with him and—“

“No! No! Law and I have never.”

“Then why not? I’ve read—“

“You read?”

“…Robin read to me about sex and it was something very normal and common between people. Everybody else on the ship has, Nami, Robin, Zoro, even Sanji and he’s a pervert—“

“Well I haven’t.” You barked at him, you began to get a little defensive. It felt like he was almost poking fun at you for being a virgin. “There’s nothing wrong with not having sex Luffy.”

“Even if it was who cares? I don’t! I was just askin’…” He hopped off the dresser to now inch closer to your face and plant his hat on your head. “I have thought about it a few times though.”

You shot your head back up in shock to read his face, if it isn’t about being the pirate king or meat no way he could ever have something like SEX on his mind???

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to know what the big deal was, y’know? You have thought about it right? Like what it feels like instead of ….looking at pictures of it.”

His blunt remarks were cute, Luffy’s usual very proud and assertive when he speaks, but now it was like his energy shifted.

“Would you ever wanna try it?”

His question brought you out of your thoughts, causing you to blink blankly at him, “Well?”

“….Yes…Luffy, I have always thought abou—“

“Then let’s try it together!”

“Luffy!” You raised your voice seeing him grab your wrist to pull you down on top of him on the bed, your body being constrained by his limbs wrapping twice around your body. “Luf!!”

“What?” He ask plainly watching you squirm against his chest, “Don’t you wanna?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, sure you did and embarrassingly enough you have thought about with him specifically but he never gave you the impression he was ever interested in sex, this all felt like a cruel joke in someway.

“I…do, but Luffy we should…we should slow down. Do it the right way just in case someone gets hurt, plus…do you really want to?”

“oh…right.” Your captain clears his throat softly shaking his head at his forwardness noticing it made you a bit uncomfortable to then place you beside him on the edge of the bed releasing you, “I have for a while..since Dressrosa.”

“What happened there that you haven’t told me already?”

Luffy mimics zipping his lips with his hand, rolling your eyes playfully you both share a giggle, “But 1 thing I seen a lot was..um…”

He wasn’t that he didn’t know what it was he would have just rather taken the time to show you, so looking around your room he stretches his arm out to show you said magazine, scrolling quickly through the pages he lands on a picture of two people, “That. A lot of people did that.”

“Kissing?” You ask and he nods happily giggling which made your tense face soften, sighing at him you cup his squishy cheeks with both hands, you admired his features for a moment.

His light brown skin, pretty dark hair, the small dimples on his cheeks that always appear when he smiles, how unreal his smooth skin is under your fingers, maybe it wasn’t a bad thought to trust Luffy with something like this?

Too caught up in the moment you cock your head to the side and kiss him, a small whimper of shock and a grip of your arms was all Luffy could respond to the sudden touch.

“You um….did you like it?”

The blush on his face told you enough, for once Luffy didn’t have a remark, so to close the gap he grabbed your cheeks this to kiss you again.

As uncoordinated as he was his lips were so sweet from the candy he ate earlier and soft, his lower lip was fatter than his upper and he wasn’t shy to steal a few licks inside your mouth. You felt some slavia seep through the corner of your lips, and the longer you allowed him to kiss you the messier he became now crawling atop of you.

“Lu…” You moan out parting from his now swollen lips, “Are we ganna do this now?”

“Yeah.” He quickly nods , hoping you won’t decline him, he already had a taste and now he wants—-NEEDS the real thing. “I want it, Y/n.”

“Te quiero.”

“What?” You peer your eyes up at him, not sure what exactly he meant so he bends lower to touch noses with you.

“I want you.”

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[victimeyez]

Four

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Four Years Earlier

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“I thought he was vaccinated against everything,” Rory commented snidely, watching as Sam checked Tommy’s temperature.

“Yeah? You think I got a magic shot that keeps people from getting any kind of sickness, and I’m wasting it on chum like him?” Sam snapped back, pulling the thermometer out and squinting to read it.

“One-oh-three. That’s not a good sign. At 104, your body temperature starts to denature the proteins in your brain. You know what that means, dipshit?”

Rory bristled, but Michelle put a hand on his shoulder.

“It means you start to cook.” Michelle’s voice was soft but serious, his dark brown eyes trained on Tommy. He sighed and tucked a short loc behind his ear. He had a pacifying effect on Rory, which was much appreciated with them all crammed inside Tommy’s little room.

Tommy was laying on the bed, shivering even as sweat beaded on his forehead. He clutched his thin bedsheet in his hands like it was a lifeline. Or at least, with one hand, and the fingers poking out of his cast on the other. 

“So… can you give him an antibiotic or something?” Rory tried.

“Maybe you could use some chicken soup,” Caius murmured to Tommy. He was sitting on the bed by Tommy’s knees, and he smoothed the sheets over him with gentle hands.

Sam was digging in his pockets, pulling out a random assortment of pills, pocket change, and lint. He set them on the sheet over Tommy’s stomach until he had a little pile from his various pockets. Rory scoffed, but let it go with a low mutter of “whatever” when Michelle gave him a look.

Sam gathered a couple of red pills from his pile, as well as selecting three big white tablets.

“These will knock it out. If he isn’t significantly improved by tomorrow, I can try a different set.”

“What does he have?” Caius asked, picking the bits of lint out of the pile and flicking them off of the bed.

“It’s probably the same bug everyone has been getting lately. Could’ve picked it up from a client, or one of you. Regardless, he’ll be right as rain in a matter of days.”

Sam was very nonchalant about it, but Caius continued to fidget. Sam swiped the unused pills back into his pockets and sighed.

“He’s got a cold. Maybe a cool bath or shower, nothing hot until that temperature goes down. Chicken soup, sure, lots of garlic. Fruit juice if he’s allowed it, get some vitamin C. Take it easy, lots of rest, all the normal stuff.”

“Okay,” Caius affirmed, pulling loose threads from a small rip in the bedsheet. 

“All good then?” Michelle asked. He and Rory were itching to leave - Tommy was Caius’s business to mind, after all.

“Yeah, all good,” Sam told them, and they shuffled out with mumbled goodbyes.

Caius hadn’t met Sam’s eyes since he got here. 

“It was bound to happen, you know, at some point. It’ll probably happen again, but it’s fine.”

Caius nodded.

Sam sighed and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“I know,” Caius snapped, finally taking his eyes off of Tommy to give Sam a withering look, but it seemed to break his spell.

Okay, clearly the crazy train was full steam ahead today. Caius was a lot less concerned a week ago when he dragged Tommy into the lab by the wrist he’d shattered.

“Oooooookay, well, have fun with sicko here then. Let me know if he dies,” he joked lamely. Tommy pulled the sheet over his face, and Caius chuckled in spite of himself.

After Sam left, Caius locked the door behind him. Not that his patient was going anywhere fast, but he wanted privacy. Tommy whined when Caius pulled the sheet away, but was too weak to argue when he coaxed him to sit up. 

“Open.”

Tommy’s mouth dropped open. Caius slipped him the red pills.

“Head back.”

He tipped the glass of water to his mouth, and Tommy drank. Hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, until Caius pulled it away.

“Couple more pills, then you can have some lemonade.”

The white pills weren’t coated, and they left a faint white chalk on Caius’s fingers. Tommy grimaced at the bitter taste, and Caius pressed the glass to his mouth again quickly. 

“Swallow, swallow.” He’d heard you could massage a person’s neck to make them swallow, but he wasn’t sure how. He wrapped his hand around Tommy’s throat, but he did not squeeze, just felt the fragile bones under his fingers as they flexed.

“Good boy,” he murmured, and brushed Tommy’s hair away from his forehead. It felt incredibly warm. 

One degree away from cooking his brain. Right. 

“Let’s get you a nice cold bath, hm?”

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Tommy had to keep his cast dry, so he sat in the bath with his injured arm dangling over the side. He shivered as the tub slowly filled around him, but still downed the cold lemonade Caius gave him without hesitation. Caius also brought down two of his washcloths, dunking them in the water and laying one on his forehead. The other one went over his belly, which made Tommy cringe, and he moved to pull it off. He grabbed for it with his bad hand on instinct, and got distracted looking at his cast. He looked between his two arms, and his brow furrowed with concern.

“Is my skin turning yellow?”

Caius looked him over. He looked flushed, but not yellow.

“No. You have a fever, you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh.”

Tommy was quiet and still. His eyes drooped and he quickly started to nod off, even in the cold tub. 

It was so rare to see him relaxed like this. Caius usually only saw it when he was unconscious, or at the very least, heavily drugged. Tommy wasn’t trying to shield himself or hide or cower. Caius relished the effect that he had on the boy, but there was a simple pleasure here in a more relaxed, companionable silence. 

Tommy startled awake with a gasp. 

“Breathe, honey.”

Tommy groaned and tried to sit up a bit, but he started to prop himself up with his broken arm without thinking. He yelped and yanked his hand back immediately, making him fall back the slight distance he had gained. The bath water splashed, and Caius sighed.

Tommy cradled his broken arm against his chest, keening quietly to himself and grimacing as the pain flared intensely. He folded his legs closer to his chest and anxiously bounced them while he waited for the pain to ease. Caius dangled his arm into the tub, drawing idle patterns in the water with his fingers. After a few minutes he pulled his hand out, flicking thne water off of his fingers onto Tommy with a shy smile. He peeled the washcloth off of his forehead and replaced it with the back of his hand. He felt a little cooler, but still quite warm. Caius ran the washcloth under the cold tap again, and Tommy winced weakly when he laid it back on his head. He let the cold tap run a while longer, drawing his patterns in the rising water. 

Either the pain had passed, or Tommy had wiped himself out. He slowly relaxed limp in the tub, his legs settling to the bottom and his arms resting heavily on the sides of the bath. He trembled slightly as the icy water slowly climbed his body, but he was too tired to curl up again. 

“Did you call me ‘honey’?”

Caius murmured back without looking up, watching his hand idly playing in the water just above Tommy’s submerged thigh. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like babying you right now.”

Caius was surprised by his own sudden honesty, but it felt good to say. He doubted Tommy would remember much of this anyways, and he felt oddly comforted by it. He felt silly for getting so shy about Tommy all of the sudden. 

Tommy was quiet for a moment before swallowing.

“Does that mean you’ll sign my cast?”

Caius looked up at that. Tommy was breathing shallowly, but he met Caius’s gaze with a soft expression.

“My mom told me that the more people you get to sign your cast, the better it’ll heal.”

Caius chewed his lip for a moment, mulling it over. He reluctantly left Tommy to go find a marker. He passed by the kitchen and stopped to dig in a cupboard for Michelle’s candy stash. He found a nice bar of dark chocolate, each broad square filled with a liquid raspberry center. He’d go into town in a day or two, he’d have to remember to pick something up to replace it. 

When he returned to Tommy, the bath was starting to fill too high. He turned it off, but found Tommy asleep. He had lost the flush in his cheeks, and was starting to look quite pale. He woke him up with a square of chocolate pressed to his pale lips. 

“I think you need some sugar. Chocolate is good for the soul.”

Tommy opened his eyes blurrily, confused. He licked his dry lips and accepted the chocolate, biting down slowly, careful not to bite Caius’s fingertips. Well…careful not to bite him hard, anyways. Once he swallowed it, Caius pushed his fingers past his lips again just to feel along his teeth with the tips of his fingers. Tommy didn’t resist, just tolerated it without the energy to care. When he was satisfied, he wiped his hand on Tommy’s cheek before grabbing a square for himself. He bit it in half before pulling it away, holding it up to look at the chocolate cross-section. 

It had a thin dark chocolate shell, but inside there was a sweet raspberry filling dyed bright red. He flattened it between his fingers, and the filling bulged around the cracks in the chocolate as he crushed it. He brought it to Tommy, who opened his mouth expectantly, but he just rubbed the raspberry cream on Tommy’s lips. He flicked off a few bits of the chocolate and spread it with his finger, painting it on like a messy lipstick. He wiped his finger clean on Tommy’s cheek, and took a look at his work.

Tommy was very pale now, a bluish tinge to the shadows on his skin. The bright pop of color painted on his lips made his lips look plump and swollen. He’d left a little smudge of rouge on the apple of his cheek. 

Tommy was struggling to stay awake, his eyes fluttering back open. 

“How - how long are you going to keep me?”

Caius considered the question for a moment, cracking a crooked grin. 

“Why would I let you go?”

Tommy stared at the bathtub faucet, slowly dripping into the water. 

“I mean… what’s the plan? I’m just going to be here for - for our whole lives? I’m going to turn thirty here? Fourty-five? Are you going to come home to me when you cash out your 401k?”

Caius pressed his hand down on Tommy’s casted wrist, holding him still as he started to write his name on the cast in black marker. Tommy sucked a breath in and jolted when his wrist was touched.

“Are we gonna…grow old together? Be old men in rocking chairs on the porch? What will the neighbors think…”

Caius chuckled, drawing a heart around his initials before adding an arrow. 

“Yeah, I guess we will. The neighbors can think what they want.”

Tommy grew very quiet. His face was difficult to read, no clear emotion that Caius could find. After a surprisingly long several minutes, he spoke. 

“That’s… my whole life. This is my life now? Until I die?”

Caius started drawing a tiny sketch of Tommy in the bathtub on his cast. 

“Sooner or later.”

Tommy winced.

“Am I going to – are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” Caius reassured him with a hand on his chest.

“-Not unless I have to.”

Tommy’s breathing was growing quicker, his ribs rising and falling under bruised skin. 

“How many of – how many of…us…have you killed?

Caius pressed his lips together and made a disapproving noise.

“You’re only our second. But, yes, the last guy didn’t make it.”

A small worried look passed his face, but then he took a deep breath and relaxed.

“What happened?”

Caius offered another piece of chocolate to his lips. When he didn’t open immediately, Caius chided him, until he hesitantly accepted it. Caius popped himself another piece, taking his time to enjoy it before considering answering. 

“We went to this church in the hills.There was this hot-shot cardinal who wanted a private lesson on crucifixion.”

Caius flicked the metal peg below the bathtub faucet and the water began to drain out with a gurgle. He turned the hot tap on, letting it pour in even as the water started to chug down the drain. He gently wiped Tommy’s face with the washcloth, eyeing the pink that had already returned to his cheeks, before dropping it crumpled on his chest. 

“He paid extra so he could really take his time. Once he nailed him up there, the last you was trapped for hours. I was… I didn’t know enough about it until it was too late. I thought they’d eventually die up there by dehydration, or exposure, so a day of it sounded mostly harmless.”

“Mostly harmless,” Tommy echoed back hollowly. He stared into space, off into the distance far beyond the walls of this room. He was still in a stupor from his sickness, Caius could tell because he wasn’t panicking. 

He gently petted Tommy’s hair away from his face and started to comb through it, stroking each strand before winding the curls back in around his fingers. He had refused to cut Tommy’s hair since they brought him back to the house, and it was starting to get long.

“He said he was dying. I didn’t believe him, he’d said it before. When he went quiet we just thought it was shock. The cardinal had this fucking bull whip, and he was unbelievably accurate with it.”

He pushed the drain back in. Tommy had drawn up his knees to try to avoid the scalding water, and he was blushed red where the hot water cupped his body.

“That’s why you must only call for me if you are dying. I have to trust you to tell me. But if you always say that you cannot take it, then I won’t know to listen to you when I need to.”

He cupped Tommy’s face and guided him to meet his eyes. Tommy had a hard time focusing, but once he did, Caius gave him a firm nod and released him. 

“The thing about crucifixion, it’s a sneaky killer. I read about it later, at the time I didn’t know what had happened. Something about your arms being pinned above your head causing the lungs to slowly fill with liquid. He had just had pneumonia, I thought he was healed enough. I think that’s why it happened so fast. He drowned inside of his body. He was fine, and then he was quiet, and then he was just gone. He was already starting to cool when we took him down.”

Tommy was staring at the ceiling. Caius could see the realization slowly, slowly dawning in his eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”

Tommy’s eyes unfocused again, the hot bath fanning his fever. It eased him back into a docile mood, and when Caius put a hand to his cheek, he nuzzled into it. His face felt warm, but the meds would kick in soon, no brain boiling tonight. 

He let the water drain out and left Tommy in the emptying tub. He didn’t lock the door behind him before heading to the kitchen, thinking about his favorite recipe for chicken noodle soup.

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[yawneneteyam]

gorgeous (the finale) — you're gorgeous.

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous !

y/n woke up before neteyam.

after messaging tsireya and kiri, she put her phone down and looked back down at neteyam who was asleep on her chest. his breathing was low and even, he was sleeping soundly. y/n played with one of his locs with a smile on her face.

it seemed like she had waited forever for this moment, but she didn't mind- it was worth it. it was almost an out of body experience, having neteyam asleep in her arms, like he was a little kid.

he fell asleep late last night. they stayed up for a while, making up for lost time. they acquainted each other with their lips once more, before acquainting each other with other parts of their bodies. it was a long time coming, they would say it made it better though. neteyam stayed up longer than y/n did, he couldn't stop himself from staring at her- taking her in life a gift from eywa herself, which to him.. she was.

he was sleeping so peacefully, y/n thought. she couldn't bring herself to wake him up yet, she doubted that he ever got a good nights rest being the eldest, the strongest. y/n pleaded with the powers and their plans to give neteyam at least another hours rest; and that's what he got.

y/n was trying her best to navigate typing up her report whilst neteyam slept. it was a struggle but she was managing. neteyam sniffed and blinked a few times, realising where he was and who he was with, that it wasn't actually a dream.

"morning mamas," neteyam cleared his throat before sitting up. y/n smiled watching him stretch the night away and accustom to the bright light of late afternoons. "how did you sleep?" he asked.

"very good," y/n slowly closed her laptop, suddenly nervous that they were waking up in the same bed. "how did you sleep, you were out for a while" y/n chuckled.

"what time is it?" neteyam looked for his phone on the bed. y/n pulled hers out and read the time to neteyam.

"it's noon," she turned her phone screen around with a laugh.

"you're kidding," neteyam deadpanned. y/n shook her head with a smile. "shit," he sighed.

"what time do you need to be home?" y/n was hesitant to ask, not wanting him to leave just yet, but she knew that he had responsibilities at home.

neteyam tilted his head, resting his weight on his palms. the way he was sitting, brought back flashes of their night before. how he sat the same way with her straddling him, kissing him. "who says i have to be home?" he smirked.

"oh really?" y/n sat up on her knees, leaning closer to neteyam, "does the sully's mightiest son not have any duties today?" she smiled cheekily.

"he has priorities in higher places," neteyam grabbed her chin with his fingers, pulling her face closer to his. he could feel her breath on his lips, "places to be, people to please" he shrugged.

"yeah?" y/n smiled.

"oh yeah," he nodded, "and looking at my busy schedule, you're right at the top"

"oh I'm good with being on top," y/n pecked neteyam's lips lightly.

"oh, don't I know it?" neteyam laughed, pulling y/n's whole weight on top of his, pressing his lips roughly against hers. they stayed there for a while, drinking in the sweet honeysuckle that was each other. learning the little quirks about each other, like how neteyam has a dimple at the very bottom of his stomach and how he is ticklish on his left side.

as they let the day slip away from them, neteyam had an idea. "did you want to go out tonight?" he asked.

y/n seemed taken aback, "really?" she asked. "like on a date?" she tried to hide her smile, but wasn't doing a great job.

neteyam could see right through her as he cracked a grin too, "well, yeah I would hope so" he leaned closer into her touch. "I think we are too well acquainted with each other to just be friends," he laughed.

"where would we go?" y/n nestled herself deeper into neteyam's hold.

"where would you like to go?" he asked.

y/n was quiet for a moment before answering. "I have an idea" she smiled.

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous !

the sun had now set. neteyam and y/n were sat on a hill in the forests of pandora. they had spent their afternoon there, watching the sky fade from blue to pink.

neteyam was laying in the grass, his eyes closed as he felt the wind blow over him. y/n was sat up next to him, watching him peacefully. she had waited for this and now it was here; he was everything she could have ever wanted.

"stop staring at me you moron" neteyam smirked.

y/n pushed him slightly, "I wasn't".

"you're a liar," he smiled, "I can feel it,"

neteyam slowly sat up so he was sitting next to y/n properly. he looked at her and took in the way the sunset was hitting her skin and the reflections glimmering in her eyes. she looked beautiful.

"are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?" y/n asked.

"can't I do both?" neteyam asked, leaning into kiss her for what felt like the one hundredth time that day. the sensation he felt hadn't yet faded.

y/n pulled away, resting her forehead on neteyam's. he noticed how she was looking at him once again, just like she had been before.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

"do you want to be my boyfriend?" y/n asked, no hesitation present in her voice. can't overthink what you don't hold back.

neteyam laughed, dumbfounded by her question. "I kind of assumed I already was as of this morning," he admitted, "I would love to be your boyfriend, y/n".

"okay good, because it would've been an awkward car ride home if you said no," y/n smiled, laying down in the grass where neteyam had once been.

he laughed, laying down next to her, wrangling his fingers gently in her hair.

"you're making that face again," neteyam chuckled.

"what face?" she asked, "I don't make a face"

"yes you do!" he argued, "it's the face you make when you're thinking about something" he rolled onto his stomach. y/n sighed, shaking her head slightly. "what're you thinking about?" neteyam asked again.

y/n let herself break out into a smile, allowing every feeling of joy to flourish in her stomach like butterflies. ones that neteyam put there and she was sure would never leave.

"you're so gorgeous"

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous ! and that's the end! thank you so much to everyone who showed me some love during this entire thing. I'm so sorry the last few chapters have taken me forever to do, I was so swamped with work and couldn't find the motivation to do anything- but we've finally done it! now that gorgeous is finished, my jamie flatters story 'all things connected' should be up in the next week!!! so if you want to be on the taglist, send me an ask or comment on this post <3 sending you all love.

[sephirothsplaything]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨- The Acolyte 001./ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ/

a/n: I have so many thoughts about this story, but I just can't say anything for risk of spoiling TT also! the kore-ifacation of Rune is so fun to me!

.......

A Star Wars Fanfic

In which a Jedi faces her dark side

OR

In which Rune finally figures out what she is missing

PARINGS: BLACK OC/QIMIR,SLIGHT YORD,OSHA/JECKI

  

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑,Rune assured herself as she scaled the rocked cave walls of her room. Her hands found purchase as she hoisted herself further upwards. Far above her room,there hung a smoothed out loft,made of sheeted stone.

Rune sat up on her knees when she reached the spot,staring up at the open window on the ceiling. The moonlight poured down onto her,and she bathed in it. Moments such as these when she could be alone were the most valuable to her; Rune’s eyes closed as she smiled softly,likely dreaming of adventures far from her reach.

“Ana-rune,I won’t ask you again!” The voice of Mother Koril broke through her fantasies. Rune peered down from her perch in hesitation,a very annoyed Koril looking up at her.

“Hello mother.” Rune tried innocently,though Koril’s sternness hardly wavered.

“It’s time for your lessons.” Mother Koril stated bluntly. “Now.”

Reluctantly,Rune scaled back down,jumping to the floor gracefully. She was far from a youngling,almost nearing adulthood. Mother Aniseya encouraged it,saying it was a good thing to maintain such childlike wonder;Mother Koril vehemently disagreed though.

“Is it thread training today?” Rune asked,secretly hoping that was the case. Channeling the thread had come quite easily to her at a very young age,it never served as much of a challenge.

Mother Koril walked alongside her into the caved halls of the Brendok fortress. She knew Rune enjoyed the ease of manipulating the thread.

“No,today is a lecture.” Koril responded. Rune’s face fell moodily.

“Everyday is a lecture.” 

Mother Koril gave her a sharp side eye,causing Rune to smile awkwardly.

“You should spend more time listening and less daydreaming.” Mother Koril continued.

“Ah,but don’t you know dreams are messages from the deep?” The calm voice of Mother Aniseya greeted them.

Rune smiled brightly at the sight over her other mother. Compared to Koril,Aniseya had always been much more liberal with her,which was much appreciated. She took her seat on one of the rocky cavea edges.

“Do you know why we live on Brendok,Runie?” Mother Aniseya questioned softly once Rune was seated comfortably.

“People fear our power.” Rune answered immediately. She knew the answer wouldn’t completely satisfy her mother.

Aniseya hummed. “Say more things.”

“They don’t understand our connection to the thread,I think.” Rune said. She knew their coven faced persecution,mainly from the Jedi Order.

Mother Aniseya smiled a little. “And what is our connection?”

Rune pursed her lips in thought.Her mother was looking for a specific answer,something more personal. She could say the thread is the stuff of life,encompassing everything around it. 

But to her it was different. It always was with her.

“It’s the ability to feel my connection to the galaxy.”  Rune said after a while.

“Very good.” Aniseya approved,her voice laced with pride. “And those feelings will enable you to lead this coven some day.”

Rune’s expression tensed slightly as she anxiously tugged at one of her locs, It was selfish of her,she knew that but her mother has always stressed the importance of honesty.

“I couldn't lead the coven.” Rune blurted suddenly. “Not like you do.”

“How do you mean,my darling moon?” Mother Aniseya sighed,seating herself by her daughter.

Rune rested her head onto her mother’s shoulder. “Because i’m not like you.”

“I’m not so perfect.”

Aniseya was quiet for a moment as she stroked Rune’s head. Then,she stood up,gesturing for Rune to follow her. They walked the path to the cliffs,where Rune’s ascension ceremony would take place in only a few short days;Rune would become a witch,a fully fledged sister of the coven.

When the two reached the edge,Aniseya tilted Rune’s chin up towards the sky. The Brendok sky was a dark purple,littered with twinkling stars. There was not a day that passed by where Rune wasn’t completely taken with the view.

“Look at the stars, Runie.” Aniseya whispered to her. “See how they shine for you?”

Her mother would tell her that often,as assurance whenever Rune exhibited a certain doubt about herself. But how did that make sense? Did the stars ever shine for others?

“It takes complete commitment to lead,you’ve taught me that.” Rune shook her head,as if it would lessen the longing tugging on her heart.

When Mother Aniseya didn't respond,she felt compelled to explain herself further.

“The Brendok moons have each other,you have Mother Koril.” Rune began. “But I have no one.” 

Aniseya glanced at her daughter in slight concern. Koril had warned her of this much,she knew Rune was lonely. But she was painfully unsure how to remedy that.

Create another life? It would be too soon.

“You have us and then coven.” Aniseya responded,though she knew it wouldn't suffice her daughter’s contemplation. The price of creating a dreamer,she supposed.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Rune said,her tone was tinged with annoyance. 

Rune wanted to see the other planets,how people lived their lives. She wished to stuff her face with foreign foods and make actual friends;And deep down,the thread of force was tugging gently,guiding her to explore it.

“You are our coven’s future.” Aniseya said. “They have expectations.”

“I never asked for that!” Rune raised her voice,causing her mother to flinch slightly.

She had never yelled at anyone,let alone her own mother. Regret instantly filled her,however she was suddenly in no mood to apologize.

“I just..want to be free,to not hide on some isolated planet from Jedi who couldn't possibly understand us.”   

“Others consider our power dark,you know this.” Mother Aniseya said. “This is for our protection.”

“But I don’t want protection.” Rune snapped,far from caring how bratty she sounded. 

“Ana-rune!” Mother Koril scolded harshly. She had been silently observing the lessons from afar,but felt the need to intervene. 

“You’ve forgotten yourself.”

Rune hadn't realized she was still here,but she hardly cared.

Ignoring her mothers’ objections,she fled,walking all the way back to her room. As if to drive home her tantrum,Rune flicked her hand to force shut the door closed with an obnoxious bang.

She flopped onto her bed,taking a large breath through her nose. Reaching out a hand,her fingers delicately traced the outlined edges of her ceiling.

One day, she hoped; She’d find what was pulling her.

[kittycaitvi]

Fantastic [CaitVi]

Vi works at her sisters Cafe called "Timebomb Cafe". She goes out with her friends Mel and Maddie on Thanksgiving as they don't celebrate and had nothing better to do. She meets Vi, and it goes from there.

This is multi chaptered but I figured I'd post chapter one today. Also posted on AO3!

It was a cold, rainy morning on November 28th, 2024. Vi was working Thanksgiving at her sister's cafe. Not out of force, just for fun. It was a holiday that Vi and Powder chose not to celebrate due to the sad passing of their father. It was his favorite holiday. Although there was an exception of a possible friendgiving involving her sisters boyfriend, Ekko, but that was rare as he was cooped up in his office accompanied by his awfully short professor with a long name she couldn’t remember. The streets were empty with the occasional couple sharing laughs and carrying shopping bags. Vi was tough and independent, or so she thought. She was well known in her local boxing scene for being the toughest out of anybody, yet outside of the ring she felt profoundly lonely and weak. She wanted what those random couples on the street had and wanted it badly.

The store was just as empty as the streets with the exception of an older male with a damaged eye that was testing in the middle of what Vi assumes to be a burn scar. He was sat near a window, fingers clacking away on a small laptop. He looked straight out of a movie, a villain of sorts, but she knows that’s a silly thought. Vi had a terrible habit of people watching and making up stories about the people around her. “Probably just a finance bro.” she mutters to herself, laughing softly at her own joke. 

That’s when she hears the soft jingle of the door opening that signals a new customer. She looks up and notices a tall and slim woman with hair such a deep blue her icy eyes could blind you with their brightness, they sat on eye bags that curved her skin beautifully. She was something people write about. She was so amazed at her she couldn’t even notice the two other women beside her, one ginger that resembled that of a bunny and the other being yet another woman with gorgeous dark locs styled in a bun with gold loc rings that complimented her complexion. 

Her friends sit down at the table but she only sets her black purse down, waltzing to the register where Vi was standing nervously pretending to do some work by fidgeting with the empty coffee machine. She feels the blue haired woman in front of her immediately without even having to look up, her presence was something you only come by once in a lifetime. It was suffocating, concussive even and the scent of the nameless woman’s vanilla bourbon perfume made her head spin. 

“Hello, welcome to the Timebomb Cafe! What can I get you?” She tries her best to sound like a normal person but her voice comes out a bit awkward and shaky, in sharp contrast to the strong personality she puts on to literally anyone else but the unnamed woman smiled upon hearing her speak instead of laughing nervously to ease the awkwardness. “I’ll have a black coffee, and those two will have caramel macchiatos.” she said it with an almost flirty tone, but Vi chalked it up to her imagining things. She asks if that’s everything and the woman nods. 

They hold a stare for a bit too long before Vi decides to speak, “That’ll be $7.50. Oh, and a name for the order?” After she finishes her sentence she hears her younger sister laughing behind her and she can only assume it was because you only ask for a name with to-go orders. She knows exactly what she’s up to, but Vi doesn’t care. “Wow, that's awfully cheap. I was expecting to pay more. You’re not giving me a discount, are you?” she says with a playful wink that makes Vi’s heart want to jump out of her chest. 

After a short pause she remembers she forgot to say her name, “…And the name is Caitlyn. With a C.” Vi nods and thinks of what to say while she taps at the digital screen. “Of course not, but maybe I could some other time. Nice hair by the way.” she slips the flirtatiousness in as smoothly as she can as to reciprocate her energy. Caitlyn seems shocked by her returning the sentiment. It makes her cheeks flush, a red gradient on her porcelain skin. 

A pause was exchanged while Caitlyn figured out what to say and she couldn’t help to admire her face. Who wouldn’t? Vi was beautiful. She stares at her name tag now that reads; ‘Timebomb Cafe: Vi’. “Well thank you uhhh…. Vi. Cute name, is it short for Violet?” she stutters over her words for the first time in years and she knows exactly why, embarrassingly so this woman intrigued her and she needed to know everything about her. She almost forgets to hand Vi her card to which she scrambles to get it out of her pocket, shyly handing it to the black and red haired woman.

“Yeah… I usually go by Vi for whatever reason but you can call me whatever you like best.” she answers as she takes the card from Caitlyn and for a few seconds their hands touch. “I’ll bring your drinks in a second so feel free to sit down, Cait.” she smiles as she taps on the screen some more. Caitlyn looks at her almost mesmerized as she gets handed the receipt for the order and her card. She says a quiet thank you as she walks back to her friends, stuffing her card and receipt in her wallet in a rush. 

“Wow, that took a long time, Cait!” Maddie complains. Maddie was a very ‘clingy’ friend. It was weird and everyone noticed it, but Caitlyn tried to give her the benefit of the doubt and say she was like that with everyone. She wasn’t. Mel bumps Maddie on her shoulder gently at her comment with a giggle, “It wasn’t thaaaat long…. But I did notice you talking to that really hot barista for a little too long.” she jabs playfully to which make’s Caitlyn flustered. 

“No I, uh, was just having some small ta—“ she was cut off by Vi approaching their table, setting down each drink carefully. Maddie is looking at Vi just as much as she was, which made her annoyed for some random reason. “Your name’s Vi, huh? You kiss girls or what?” Maddie questions her and the air seems to change. Vi chuckled nervously while Caitlyn and Mel told her to not say that, apologizing on her behalf. 

“I do. You’re not my type though, sorry.” she answers before walking away. Caitlyn and Mel erupt into a laughter that you encounter when something is so stupidly funny that it makes you laugh until your sides hurt. After the laughing stops Mel turns to Maddie who’s sat beside her. “I figured you knew how to talk to women, that seemed a little desperate.” Her playful comment makes Maddies eyebrows furrow in irritation, but that doesn’t last long as they go on to a different conversation. 

Caitlyn fidgets with the lid of her coffee, wanting to talk to Vi again. She’s never been the relationship kind of person, but she could be for her. She was so uniquely beautiful and has something other women she's met don’t seem to have. Her eyes wander down to her cup as she begins to pick it up to take a sip and that's when she sees some writing on the cup. Squinting, it read:

‘U’re cute. Hope to see U around :)’.

Caitlyn almost squeals like a teenager when she sees it but she tries to keep her composure while biting her lip. She didn’t want people to see the softer, more emotional side of her. She wondered why Vi didn’t put her number but shrugged it off as her trying to be respectful and not push too much which is honestly something she appreciated. It was a different behavior she never received from anybody and although it was the bare minimum she is used to people like Maddie so she really isn’t used to it. She makes a mental note to come back tomorrow morning.

After a bit of talking and giggling their drinks were empty and they were all getting a little hungry. Mel had the idea of going to this restaurant across the street and Maddie seconded but Caitlyn wanted to stay and admire her new love interest. “Are you not on call, Maddie? I thought you had to go in today.” Caitlyn asks but barely pays attention as her eyes are fixed on the black and red haired woman wiping down a random table. Maddie replies something like ‘No. I took today off for you… guys.’ but she wasn’t really listening, she was too focused on wondering what this woman's life story was because she looked so happy but when you look deeper, her eyes seem so sad. It was something she compared to a bruised strawberry, so sweet even after being bruised. 

Mel notices Caitlyns excessive staring and whips out her phone to send her a message so Maddie doesn’t get all weird and possessive under the guise of being a ‘caring friend’. After some typing and more staring, Caitlyn is grabbed out of her daze by her phone violently buzzing. She takes it out and reads it while chewing her lip.

‘I’ll take her to get some food. Go get your woman ;).’ Caitlyn giggles and types a quick ‘TY!!!’ accompanied by a heart emoji. She says her goodbyes as she walks them to the door, reassuring Maddie that she’ll meet them in 15 minutes. Maddie tries to protest, but is pulled away regardless.

Vi is still cleaning the table as she feels a tap on her shoulder. It’s Caitlyn. She’s nervous because she doesn’t know if she’s gonna get yelled at or asked out. She hopes it’s the second one. “I saw what you wrote on my cup,” she says as she puts a hand on Vi’s bicep. Her eyelashes are long and curled upwards but Vi can tell there’s no makeup on her face. She’s just naturally beautiful and it makes her feel like she’s melting into a puddle. “I’d love to get to know you. Here’s my number if you ever wanna show me how to get that discount.” At first Vi is completely speechless, looking at the card given to her. It’s a business card. It makes sense that she’s a lawyer, beautiful and smart. ‘Caitlyn Kiramman of Medarda Law Firm.’ with a number written in black ballpoint pen. It wasn’t her work phone, it was her personal number. 

“Thank yo–, I mean, yes of course. I’ll text you.”

[starry-nights12]

One Word Prompt (Jinx Diary)

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It was supposed to be a really nice night.

Ekko had visited me in my room. We lay on my bed, my head on his chest, and he wrapped his strong arm around my waist.

We held hands and talked about everything and nothing. We pretended the crystals hanging from my ceiling were stars.

I winded up the music box and we listened to that. The circular lightbulb spun around and reflected on the colorful crystals inside like a little dance.

I love it so much.

It's the first gift Ekko gave to me as his friend.

He assured me that we could be happy. We can make more pleasant memories together moving forward.

It's precious to me. It's my own treasure from a kind, loving, and caring man. If there was any doubt that I had a crush on him, that morning would prove it. ♡

I listened to his steady breathing and his heartbeat as he eventually fell asleep.

It always stared at me and I stared back.

The stuffed bunny is nailed above my desk next to my small memorial for my brothers and Dads.

It watched me grow up when she

I shouldn't think about her.

────

I wasn't able to sleep last night.

Even when I'm cuddling with Ekko, I couldn't get comfortable. I was thinking about her when I shouldn't be. I tried not to but it's hard sometimes. I didn't want to.

So, I focused my attention on Ekko. I stayed up and watched him all night.

He looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. I thought about how beautiful his personality was and how that made him more attractive.

I thought about how he wasn't a liar. He would never turn his back on me or betray me like she did.

The sunrised and its light peaked through the curtain.

The soft sunlight outlined his body and made his rich, dark brown skin almost glowed. His silver loc cuffs glinted prettily around white dreads.

He's stunning. Breathtakingly beautiful. There's no one else to compare him to. I can stare at him forever and ever. ♡

He opened his warm brown eyes at me and my smile was instant. "Mornin', Sleeping Beauty."

He smiled back at me softly. "Morning, pretty girl," he mumbled all sleepily.

It was a slow and lazy kiss but my heart fluttered and I felt sparks igniting like fireworks on my lips.

I felt warm and soft all over. He was mine and I was his. ♡

Adina and the others are making breakfast today. I told him I'd be down in a minute.

I was content.

I was loved unconditionally.

I was happy with the secret, little life I made.

At times like this, I wonder what Vi was up to.

It was a stupid thing to do.

She's cuddling with that demon while they smile and giggle as they plot my demise. How they're excited to throw me in Stillwater and the different ways I'll be murdered.

I can't even enjoy my morning with Little Man. Even when they're not here they RUIN EVERYTHING!

How can Caitlyn be more important than me? I'm her SISTER. Or at least I WAS until she made her final choice.

It could have been the three of us. Me, Vi, and Ekko. We could have all been happy and together instead of drifting apart.

She used to love me. I wished she still did but she made her choice.

But I killed our family and ruined all our lives. She's disgusted with me.

I miss her.

Miss Sis?

What's to miss???

There's nothing to reminisce except her fist turning me into this while she lives her life in bliss.

I needed her and she punched me.

SHE LEFT ME AGAIN.

I'm NEVER good enough for her. I'LL NEVER BE. She's DEAD to me.

Mylo was right.

She cares about that Enforcer more than me.  I KNOW IT.

I DON'T WANT HER.

I DON'T NEED HER!

I DON'T.

I DON'T.

I DON'T!!!

My Ekko is perfect. He's an angel.♡

He stayed. For now

He's all I have left.

He promised to always love me.

He's not like her.

He's all I need and wanted.

I love you, Ekko.

Always♡

[creative-minds01]

Trip to the Beach

Ft. Manjiro (Mikey) sano

Synopsis: Going with your boyfriend to the beach

Cw: one kiss (probably badly written)

I think Mikey would enjoy the beach and just staring at the ocean.

If you ask to go with him to the beach he would automatically agree and plan a date for you two.

“Baby hurry up I wanna find a good spot on the beach.” He whined.

“I’m coming just making sure I got everything hold on.”

After you checked that you had everything you hopped onto the back of his bike and held on tight while he drove towards the beach. On the way there he rambled about his favorite things to do at the beach and expressed how excited he was to take you.

When you got there he made sure to find the perfect area for you two and helped you set up. He went and dragged you to play with him as soon as y’all got situated.

I think that Mikey is the type to try and grab you and throw you into the water. Which sucks if you can’t swim. He’d probably end up trying to teach you how to if you can’t.

The rest of the day you two walked around the edge of the beach, built sand castles, and went to the pier and watched the water. Mikey wanted this date to be amazing for you and he tries to keep the delinquent stuff away from you for this.

As the day ended you both ended up going to a nearby shop that sold sweets and smoothies. You both enjoyed your treats as you walked along the shore one more time before leaving.

“Thank you so much for taking me to the beach today.” You said.

“It was no problem, I wanted my girl to be able to have a nice trip to the beach today.” He said as he smiled at you.

Suddenly the sun set and Mikey reached to move a loc from your face and held your cheek while looking in your eyes. He then kissed you softly in front of the sun set. When the kiss ended he looked at you with a bright smile and grabbed your hand to keep walking along the shore. Altogether it was an amazing trip to the beach.

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High Nights And Sober Daze

Roommate!Sukuna x AFAB Nonbinary!Reader

Another long ass day at work  *sigh*. Making their way through the front door of their shared apartment, Y/N slipped their shoes off and locked the door, leaning against it wearily.

“Bad day at work” Sukuna, one of their several roommates, called from the sofa. They ignored him trudging their way to their bedroom. Sukuna peeps in, having followed you. “ Hey, I rolled up a blunt if you want to shower real quick and join me.” “Yeah actually, that sounds good,” they reply, exhaustion heavy in their voice. Quickly pulling their butterfly locs up so they didn’t get too wet, Y/N hopped in the shower opting for a quick wash down rather than their usual full spa-esque routine. 

  Heading out to the patio where Sukuna was waiting, Y/N realized that two of their other roommates, Luis (their ex) and Octavia (his newest girlfriend) (this is what happens when you end up stuck in a multi year lease with someone who decided to cheat not once but twice) were also home. Offering a quick wave out of politeness, they attempted to escape what is usually a very awkward conversation. Not to say Y/N and Luis weren’t capable of being civil to each other, the problem that arises is that Octavia seems to think they are competing over everything. “Oh hey Y/N, guess what Luis got me today for no reason” Octavia chirped with a sly smirk, pushing out her hand to show you a beautiful crystal opal ring set. “Actually you…” Luis tried to interject. “It must really suck not having someone who’ll just buy you presents, huh?” she spoke over him. “ Actually I’m not big on receiving gifts as I am giving them, but thank you for your concern I guess” Y/N replied smoothly sliding out to the patio before Octavia had an opportunity to reply. 

  Sukuna let out a chuckle as they closed the sliding glass door, “Lemme guess she showed you that dumbass ring set she practically had to beg Luis to buy.” “Yeah.” “It's not like it's anything special, the chances of any part of that being real is low given how much of a cheapskate Luis is” Sukuna laughed as he lit the blunt in his hand. “There’s no need to say such rude things about Luis, it’s not like I care either way.” Y/N motioned for Sukuna to pass the blunt over tired of being sober most of the day and wanting to relax. “I’ll stop being rude when that idiot actually grows a fucking spine instead of letting that bitch walk all over him.” “I’ll take things that’ll never happen for 200, Alex” Y/N joked. " Did you maybe want to cuddle and watch a movie?" Sukuna asked hopefully. "Well I don't work tomorrow so I can stay up pretty late but you do know you don't have to ask to cuddle, we share a bed we already cuddle.” Y/N arched an eyebrow at him. “ Aww c'mon you’re no fun. Besides you know what I mean, I just want to be buried in your chest.” “Sure but no getting handsy like last time.” Y/N conceded. "Scouts honor, babe." he said lying through his teeth.

As the pair walked back in heading to their shared space, they were quickly interrupted before they walked through the living room. "Hey Sukuna, did you maybe want to hangout when Luis leaves for work tonight." Of course she'd try some shit like this. Y/N continued to walk to the room not sparing a second glance at Octavia. "I have far better things to do than sit here with you, while you drool over me like you don't have a boyfriend." Sukuna's face honestly looked as though he stepped in dog shit, though as far as Y/N was concerned he did when it came to Octavia. Y/N sat down waiting for Sukuna to join them, deciding to scroll on Hulu looking for something interesting. While preoccupied with their search, they didn't notice Sukuna launching himself on to the bed, knocking all of the air out of them. "OH MY GOD SUKUNA IF YOU DON"T GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF OF ME!" Barking out a laugh he (albeit reluctantly) rolled off of Y/N. “So find anything to watch or are we going to stare at the Hulu search menu all night?” “Hmmm I was thinking..” “If you say Blood-C again I'm biting you.” Sukuna looks over to see Y/N trying to muster up the best puppy dog eyes they can manage. Sukuna sighed rolling his eyes at them. “Would it kill you to watch anything else?” Y/N giggled at his question. “Why don’t you choose then? You know I suck at finding new shows.” “How about a horror movie?” After he picks a movie for the two to watch, Y/N let's him cuddle up against their chest with him softly humming in content.

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#OCKiss2024 Day 2: Rain

Sunshower Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 12-18th, featuring the titular couple from Pride & Justice. Tips are appreciated!

It was a peaceful day out. Pride walked down the street hand in hand with Justice, sated from lunch date and gawking around the local curiosity shops. They didn’t end of buying anything—or stealing anything, no matter how much he wanted to—but looking was enough. On a clear, warm day like this, walking around was an activity unto itself.

The first droplet struck his nose out of nowhere. Startled, he swiped it off and frowned up at the sky for an explanation. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. Sure enough, not a single dark cloud appeared to take the blame. They were all fluffy, white, and innocent. Pride narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Justice asked.

“Did you feel any rain?”

Curious, Justice stuck his palm out, but he shouldn’t have bothered. A second drop, a third, followed by dozens and dozens more freckled the city streets. In a heartbeat, they were subject to a downpour. They both froze in shock, Pride gasping as water drenched his hair and shoulders and Justice hunched over with his hand over his head in a feeble attempt to shield himself. A torrent of rain plastered them, with pearly white clouds and the sun shining merrily.

“What,” Pride demanded, “the fuck?”

“I didn’t know this could happen,” Justice said, awed at the concept.

“What is happening? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I have no idea!”

Pride tugged him down the street. “Come on, let’s get somewhere dry.”

All around them, frazzled pedestrians dashed down the sidewalk to find refuge. No one had an umbrella, resorting to holding books, suitcases, purses, anything with a decent mass above their heads to poorly mimic one. Pride searched all around, trying to find an awning or a doorstep or something for them to stand under. Wet hair slapped his cheeks as he whipped his head back and forth. He swiped it away with growing annoyance, clothes getting steadily soaked through. He couldn’t find any escape.

“Oh no, Pride,” Justice warned.

“What?” he asked, squinting through the rain.

He squished his lips together, suspiciously amused. “Your eyeliner is…”

Pride froze, hand flying up to the corner of his eye. He stared in horror when his fingertips came away bright red. “Motherfucker.”

Justice snorted hugely before dissolving into laughter. Water ran in rivulets down the sides of his face, and they could have been tears of joy. Pride tried to swipe his face clean, but only succeeded in smearing it around.

“Ugh!” he complained. “I look like a mess now.”

“So do I!” Justice agreed, as if it were a good thing. “Here, here, watch.”

He flipped his locs over one shoulder, gathered them in his fists, and wrung them out like he did after a shower. A tiny waterfall rushed from his hands, splattering on the ground into the puddle forming at their feet. Pride stared, completely bewildered, while Justice broke into giggles again.

“What the Hell is so funny about this?” he asked.

“It’s fun to be a mess, isn’t it?”

“Only when I want to be.”

Justice shrugged, grinning in the face of his frustration. “You’re not getting any drier!”

With that, he skipped off down the street, arms outstretched to the pouring rain. Astonished, Pride could only chase after him, not enjoying it nearly as much.

The clouds hadn’t let up in the slightest. Rainwater rivers glugged into the street gutters. Puddles gathered in any unsuspecting divot, pooling at the ends of the sidewalks. There wasn’t an inch of Pride that wasn’t soaked, outfit ruined from the impossible storm. But ahead of him, Justice jumped and twirled around, water thrown off his locs in a shimmery arc.

“Can you slow down?” Pride called.

Instead of replying, Justice turned around and skipped his way back down the street. He took Pride’s hands and dragged him in a circle. Stumbling around, he sputtered through the water dripping down his face.

“What are you—why?” he asked.

“It’s fun,” Justice said, not dampened by the rain or his confusion. “Come on, try it.”

Pride resisted making a sour face. He wasn’t in the mood for fun. He wanted to stomp his way home, throw on some dry clothes, and complain incessantly about this disaster. But Justice was… happy. So he didn’t want to mess that up.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I guess I can’t look any more ruined than this.”

Justice stopped spinning and pulled him along at an eager pace. Pride jogged with all the effort he could muster, boots splashing in the rain. Justice’s sneakers matched him beat for beat, water bursting from under his soles. The drops continued to fall, flying right into their faces as they trotted through the curtain of rain. Pride swiped his eyes, clenched Justice’s hand, and picked up his pace to keep up. Justice smiled back at him, but with a brow raised. He sped up just enough to stay ahead.

Pride narrowed his eyes. If this was a race, he wasn’t going to be left behind. He lengthened his stride, practically jumping over the asphalt squares of sidewalk. With the advantage of height, Justice matched him easily. Pride steeled himself and went even faster, each footstep creating a burst of water that crashed back down like turbulent ocean waves.

He nearly tripped, alarmed, when he caught himself smiling. This… was fun. In his shock, Justice pulled ahead far enough that their linked hands stretched to a diagonal.

“No!” he growled.

Justice startled—a fatal mistake. Pride sprinted ahead with all his strength, wet footsteps matching the competitive thud in his ears. He grinned fiercely the second he was in the lead, fingers straining to keep their hold on Justice. Their wet hands slipped apart for a second, but he barely noticed, focused only on his victory.

The entire world lurched away. Justice snatched his waist, hoisted him into the air, and spun him in circles. Water flew off his soaked hair and clothes, and all Pride could do was laugh. Like their race mere seconds before, Justice matched him, beat for lighthearted beat.

On the way down, Pride twisted around to plant a wet kiss on his cheek. Justice set him down, spun him around, and cupped his cheeks for a full kiss. Pride grabbed his shirt, twisting his hands in the wet fabric to pull him closer. It squeezed a stream of water on the ground, joining the raindrops all around them.

“I don’t think you look ruined,” Justice murmured to him, “by the way.”

“No, I do,” Pride corrected. “But I make it look good.”