#will tumblr smack this?? we'll just have to see

[benevolentcannibal]

a lil nervous 💦

[into-the-grey]

~Once I’ve Sunk My Teeth In~

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader 18+ Fic

Warnings: mild argument, choking, choke chain, p in v, dirty talk, light bratting, a single smack on dat ass, edging a lil bit.

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This is the first time I’ve ever published my own work on tumblr, and definitely the first time I’ve ever published anything Bad Omens related or with smut in it… for some reason I’m a little scared? Anyway, enjoy.

'Just go!' She yelled, turning away from where Noah stood in the hall.

'What, we're not even going to talk about this!?' Noah yelled after her as she stormed up the hallway and into the bedroom.

'What's there to talk about?' Her harsh voice called. 'You're not listening to me!'

'I am listening! You're just yelling!'

'Then what are we arguing about, Noah!?' She cried, appearing in the doorway.

'I don't know!'

'Which is exactly my point! You're not listening! You're not hearing me!'

'You're not making sense!'

Y/N groaned, turning on her heel and slamming the door.

Noah closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what had upset her, but he didn't have time to find out. His ride was outside, and he had to go.

He approached the bedroom door, trying the handle. The door was unlocked, which surprised him. Poking his head into the room, he saw Y/N sitting on the chair in the corner, her head in her hands.

'Look,' he said, 'I have to go, but can we talk about this tonight?'

'Forget it,' she grumbled, not even looking up. 'Just go, leave me alone.'

Noah sighed, watching her for a second. A car horn honked outside, urging him to hurry up.

'I love you,' he said lowly. 'We'll talk tonight, alright?'

'Yeah, whatever,' she said defeatedly. 'I love you, now go.'

That was a good sign. At least she said she loved him; that meant she wasn't too mad. Noah closed the door, leaving her to cool off and heading to the venue.

***

Adrenaline coursed through his body. The beat of the drums thumped in his chest, and the crowd screamed in the pit.

The show was getting close to the end, but his mind was stuck in his argument with Y/N. He felt awful for leaving things the way he had.

Noah had already planned to pick up some kind of treat for Y/N on his way home. A coffee and some roses, given his options were limited at that time of night.

For the moment, he needed to try to focus. As he marched back and forth on the stage, he started a call-and-response game with the audience.

'I know you know the words. Come on!' He called. The crowd cheered, and some sang the words he was looking for.

'You can do better than that!' He said, crouching down on the platform. 'If you're throwing...' he started them off.

The audience finished the line, singing loudly back at him. He gestured for them to keep going, singing the beginning of the following line.

'You should know I'm...' he sang, watching the people. He grinned, continuing through the song. As he reached the last line of the chorus, the lights around the theatre glowed dimly.

The crowd took over, and the lights illuminated everyone in a warm red glow. As he grinned, he looked around at all the people before his eyes settled on one.

He could see her standing in the corner, not quite at the barrier. As soon as his eyes locked on hers, he saw the wicked grin on her face.

She was dressed in the tightest, curve-hugging leggings he'd ever seen. The wet look of the fabric added to her allure. Under her studded vest, her halter top plunged between her breasts, the moth tattoo on her sternum on full display, and a choke chain around her neck. Her dark hair hung down her back in a long, straight ponytail, and her lips were painted with deep red lipstick.

He knew precisely what Y/N was doing. She was trying to torture him. She had said he wasn't listening, and now she was making him pay attention. Noah's mouth fell open, stammering as he stared at her.

The lights went down, and the guitar wailed in his ear, demanding him to continue the set. In the crowd, Y/N winked at him.

'I'm gonna kill her,' he muttered as he turned away. He could almost hear her laughing evilly as he willed the blood back to his brain.

The rest of the show was agony as he imagined what he was going to do to her. He knew he was going to get her backstage; he wasn't going to wait until they got home. He found himself counting down the songs, constantly watching her.

He could feel her eyes on him, staring into his soul. Whatever he had done, she was still mad, but god, what a punishment.

Just before they left the stage, Noah lost sight of Y/N. He closed out the song while searching the crowd for her but to no avail. As the lights went down, the band ran off the stage, taking their few minutes before the encore.

Jolly and the Nicks grabbed water, taking their chances to drink and go to the bathroom. Noah, however, knew exactly where he needed to go.

Around the corner, the second dressing room's door was ajar, a sliver of light peeking through into the dim corridor. Noah barged into the room, seeing her perched against the vanity.

He threw the door closed behind him, crossing the room in two quick strides, and grabbed the end of the choke chain, pulling it so it tightened around her neck and dragging her face to his. His lips crashed to hers ferociously, her hands staying behind her back.

'You—' he growled between kisses, 'are the most—' kiss, 'Infuriating—' kiss, 'blood boiling—' kiss, 'cock teasing—' kiss, 'brat—' kiss, 'I have ever met. And you are going to wait right here until I'm done, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for a week.'

'Don't threaten me with a good time,' Y/N purred, nipping at his lip while his hand snaked its way into her top, twisting her nipple and earning a moan from her.

'You're not walking out of this room,' he told her, grinning as she leaned into him, 'that's a promise.' Noah forced her knees apart and shoved his hips against her, grinding his cock between her legs.

'Two minutes!' A voice called outside the room, rounding up the band for the encore.

'Just enough time,' he breathed. Removing his hand from her top, he slid his fingers into her pants. Her pussy was slick, eager for him. With a grin, he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging on the chain around her neck and slipping his fingers inside of her.

Her gasp sent a chill down his spine, his body desperate for more of her.

'You thought you could be a brat at my show and wouldn't see consequences?' He growled lowly, twisting the chain around his finger as her breath stuttered.

'Maybe I wanted to see what you would do,' she told him, grinning proudly as her head fell back and her eyes closed. A dick-twitching sigh fell from her smug lips while he fingered her fast and deep.

'And did you get what you wanted?'

'Not yet,' she breathed.

'One minute!' The voice called again.

'Moan, baby,' Noah commanded, 'I want to hear it.'

Y/N happily obliged, her breathy moan lingering in the room and his cock aching at the sound. The moans came one after another, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

'Noah, fuck,' she gasped, her orgasm building quickly.

'Are you gonna come, baby?' He asked, biting her neck.

'Yes, oh god, yes,' she moaned.

'Not til I say so.'

In a fluid movement, his hand retreated from her pussy, lifting his fingers to her lips.

'Taste,' he ordered, watching her take his fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along his knuckles and leaving smears of her cherry red lipstick. 'Good.'

Noah stepped away from her, leaving her wanting more. He quickly adjusted his cock, trying to hide his obvious erection by tucking it into his waistband.

'Thirty seconds!' The voice yelled.

'Wait, come here,' Y/N panted, reaching for Noah's face. She kissed him once more before grabbing a tissue from the vanity and wiping as much of her smeared lipstick from his face as she could.

'How bad is it?' He asked with a smirk.

'Bad,' she giggled, kissing him quickly before shoving him at the door. 'Go, I love you.'

'I love you, and I mean it,' he told her, opening the door, 'do not move. That's an order.'

She nodded once as he rushed back to the stage just before the encore started. The crowd's cheering filled the venue. Noah grabbed the microphone from the stand on the stage, listening to the music around him for a second, trying to be in the moment.

‘Alright, if you don't know what to do, you will soon,' he grinned. This was one of his favourite parts of the show. 'When I say concrete, you say?'

He chuckled at thousands of people screaming 'Jungle' back at him.

'Again! When I say concrete, you say?'

'Jungle!'

Knowing Y/N was backstage listening, he smirked. He knew she got hot for his screams...

'I wanna hear you! Louder!' He screamed, the sound reverberating around the theatre and making people scream back. 'Concrete!'

The screams grew louder and more feral, and the crowd got worked up bit by bit. He began to march back and forth across the stage as the chant grew louder and faster.

Finally, he let loose a guttural scream, knowing she would be losing her mind waiting in that dressing room. He could picture her squirming in her seat, her thighs squeezing together as she fought back the urge to sneakily slip her fingers into her panties…

Focus.

'This is Dethrone, you fucks!'

***

They left the stage with the crowd applauding behind them. Jolly and the Nicks returned to the dressing room they had been in before the show, while Noah returned to the dressing room Y/N waited in.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him and locking it. She had done as he asked, staying exactly where he left her. Her lipstick was still smeared around her lips, and a red bite mark bloomed on her neck.

Wasting no time, he reached for her, his hands grabbing her hips as he stepped between her legs, grinding himself against her.

'Are you still going to be a brat?' He asked, his lips hovering just above hers.

'Maybe,' she purred, slipping her hand between them and palming him through his pants. Noah groaned, leaning against her and biting down on her lower lip.

He grabbed her chain again, using it to drag her off the vanity. She tilted her chin up, letting him pull her towards him. She followed as he turned her around.

'Bend over, hands on the table,' he told her. She grinned at him, her eyelids low as he kissed her again.

Y/N obliged, turning around and pressing her palms into the vanity table. Noah dragged the tail of her chain around her neck so it hung down her back, pushing her ponytail over her shoulder.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, he slid them down, exposing her ass and pussy to him. Y/N could see him in the mirror, grinning as his palm ran over her bare skin.

‘Are you going to behave?' He asked, locking eyes with her in the mirror.

'I might...'

His palm struck her ass in a solid upward stroke. A warm sting bloomed on the skin, making her gasp and her pussy clench.

'You might?' He said lowly, dragging her thong down. He freed his erection from his pants, positioning his tip at her entrance and grabbing for the chain again.

'What do I get if I do?' She asked sweetly, keeping her eyes on his.

'You get to come.'

His cock plunged deep into her pussy, sinking in to the hilt. Y/N gasped as Noah let out a moan, feeling how tight he had left her, her anticipation squeezing him.

‘Oh god,' she breathed, her head lowering to look at the table.

'Eyes on me,' he commanded, tugging at the chain. 'You look at me, no matter what. I want to watch you.'

She nodded, swallowing as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into the front of her pants and finding her clitoris.

'Oh shit,' she breathed, 'Noah.'

'Hold it back, baby.'

Y/N bit her lip, her muscles flexing on him. Her pussy dripped with need, dribbling onto the waistband of his pants.

Finally, Noah began to thrust. He started with small, tight movements, building up to a quick pace.

'Noah, I can't,' she whimpered, 'I need to...'

'Don't you dare,' he warned, running his finger in circles around her clit, 'if you come now, I'll edge you for a week.'

'Fuck,' she breathed. Noah grinned, watching her in the mirror. Her breasts were starting to fall out of her shirt, her nipples peeking past the fabric. Her skin flushed, and her mouth hung open while she panted, and the chain bit into her neck while he held it firm.

Noah took his hand away from her clitoris, reaching for her chest and twisting her nipple again, moaning as her muscles contracted on his cock.

His orgasm was starting to build, his gut coiling tight with pleasure. Y/N shifted forward onto her toes, resting her elbows on the table, allowing him to plunge deeper into her. His tip slammed into her cervix, making her gasp.

'Too much?' He asked breathlessly.

'No, please,' she whined, 'don't stop.'

Noah released his grip on the chain, grabbing her hips instead and thrusting deeply into her.

'Fuck, baby, you're so tight right now,' he moaned.

‘Noah, please,' she begged, trying to keep her eyes on him in the mirror. Her knees trembled as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

'Please, what?' Noah goaded her, 'I thought you wanted to be a brat; beg for it.'

Y/N bit her lip hard, fighting back a loud cry. 'Fuck, Noah, please.'

'Please, what? Tell me what you want.'

‘Please, let me come, baby. It's right there. I need to come,' she begged, locking eyes with him in the mirror. Her mascara was starting to smudge, leaving black streaks around her eyes.

'Good girl,' he said, 'you really want it?'

She nodded eagerly, her lower lip clamped between her teeth.

'Come for me. Show me how bad you need it.'

Her pussy began to spasm, her back arching with the orgasm. Noah grunted, reaching back into her pants and rubbing her clitoris, intensifying her climax and grinning as she bit back a squeal.

'Oh fuck, Noah!' She cried, giving up on controlling her volume. There was no way anyone in the surrounding rooms hadn't figured out what they were up to anyway.

'Oh god, Y/N, I'm gonna come,' Noah told her, his thrusts deepening. Y/N cried out again as Noah's cock struck just the right place, sending a wave of fireworks through her body.

'Don't stop,' she gasped. 'Oh god, please don't stop.'

'Fuck,' Noah groaned, 'fuck, there, I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up, you want that?.'

Y/N bit her lip, holding back a shriek as her body convulsed under him. She could barely stand the feeling crashing over her.

Noah’s orgasm shook him, his knees threatening to buckle as he drove his cock deep inside of her and gripping her hips tightly while waves of ecstasy wracked their bodies.

'Holy... fuck...' Y/N panted as he finally stilled.

Noah slipped his hand out of her panties, rubbing gentle circles on her back as he slid his cock out of her.

'So... what were you mad about earlier?' He asked, kissing the back of her shoulder lightly.

She laughed breathlessly, standing up and adjusting her bottoms, dressing herself. With a flushed grin, she turned to face him, her hand running up his chest.

'Honestly? I don't even remember.'

‘Good,’ Noah grinned, ‘I hate when we fight.’

‘I’m not a big fan either, but god, make up sex is fun,’ Y/N breathed, leaning into his warm embrace.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, baby.’

[tenderleavesbob]

If the mood strikes you, could you make a fox tying up the loose ends of the fic of Warriors passing out in the jungle? It was posted 3 days ago July 9th 2024 (in case this gets lost in tumblr’s depths and you need context) and I’m interested to see if you’d like to continue it. It’s interesting how you write the nine characters in so well. And if you’d like, I would love to see it.

I was on the fence about continuing it, but sure! Here is the link to the referenced fic.

Time did not like jungles. They were hot, humid, and filled with lizalfos who enjoyed trying to electrocute them. Somehow, some of the younger heroes were still energetic enough to run around, but Time was content to claim the "old man" card and sit quietly. He could do without Twilight's fussing, but Time thought Twilight was happiest when he had someone to fuss over. Since Wild had ran off with Wind and Hyrule, that left just him.

Letting Twilight's accented words roll over him as a soothing counterpoint to the oppressive heat, Time daydreamed about the forest. The nice, tender forest with its soft shade and cool breeze. Or the ranch in the middle of Hyrule Field, always a safe haven even at the height of summer, rich with the scent of hay and fresh baked bread and Malon's sweet perfume --

"Time! Time, get here now! Time!"

Legend's panicked voice had Time on his feet before his eye was even open again.

"Time!" Legend screamed. Time bolted toward him and Warriors with Twilight on his heels. He heard other running footsteps but didn't bother looking to see who it was.

Legend was in the middle of tearing Warriors's scarf off of him, cursing so vividly that Time's younger self would have been impressed. The scarf was fae-blessed, Time knew, but he doubted it kept Warriors cool in this muggy heat. Warriors's face was flushed with the heat and his eyes were closed, but he seemed to be already rousing again. That was a good sign, Time told himself even as he dropped to his knees beside them.

"We'll take over from here," Time said, grabbing Warriors's scarf so he could safely tuck it away. "Do you still have your ice rod?"

Even as Legend nodded and pulled back, someone else knelt by Warriors's side. Time expected Twilight so Four's grim face surprised him. "I can help with his armor," he said. "Did he just get too hot?"

"I think so," Time murmured. Warriors was still sweating and was smacking their hands away. That was a good sign.

Except his left hand wasn't sweating. When Warriors grunted and tried to shove Time's hands away, his right hand was sweaty but his left hand wasn't. Something clicked in Time's mind. He wanted to curse like Legend.

"He was really hot and unresponsive," Legend reported. Twilight held several rags in his hands while Legend cooled them down with the ice rod. "He seemed okay at first and then..."

Sky knelt close to Time and Four and watched them remove Warriors's tunic and armor. "We need to slowly cool him down. Too quickly and it'll stress his body and heart. Warriors? Captain? Can you hear me?"

Slowly, Warriors blinked his eyes open. Foggy blue stared at him. He looked confused, and it tugged at Time's battered heart.

"We're right here, Captain," Time said softly. "Are you back with us?"

Warriors frowned at them and tried smacking their hands away again. "Hot," he complained.

Sky grabbed Warriors's hands to hold them still. He stared hard at Warriors's left hand. Time met his eyes and nodded.

Warriors's scars. Scars didn't sweat, not like skin.

Dammit.

Warriors's frown looked more like a pout every minute. He tried to pull his hands free. If it wasn't for the concern of overheating him more, Time would pull him into a hug. "My head hurts," he murmured.

"I bet," Four replied, gently setting Warriors's armor to the side. Time bet it would be spotless by the time Warriors could wear it again. "Just take it easy, Cap. We'll take it from here."

Warriors stared at him, and Four easily met his eyes. Time didn't know what silent communication occurred between them, but Warriors nodded at Four and Four seemed satisfied.

Now fully stripped from the waist up, Warriors's flushed skin and awful scars were on display. It was from his armor, Warriors had explained once to a young Mask. The Triforce had quickly protected him and General Impa, but by then, his armor was already heated by the flames. Warriors wasn't able to strip the armor until after the battle was over, and by then, the damage was done.

Time bit the inside of his lip at the sight of the ancient scars. Warriors had told him that he barely felt it between the Triforce's magic, his own high use of magic that day, and adrenaline. He hadn't really felt it until later.

Sky's face tightened minutely at the sight of the dry skin. There and gone and he was smiling like he had always been smiling. "We're going to get you cooled down now, Captain. It's going to be uncomfortable. I'm sorry for that. Time, do you have your water on you? Small sips."

Twilight passed the cool rags to Four. Four waited until Warriors nodded again to rest them on Warriors's skin. Warriors flinched and hissed but nothing else. His hands rested limply in Sky's.

Warriors still seemed confused and disoriented, but he knew he was with his family. He knew they would help him.

"Next time, you ass," Legend grumbled, fidgeting with his ice rod, "say something before it gets this bad."

"Still prettier than you," Warriors fired back. As Legend sputtered, Warriors closed his eyes and accepted a sip of water.

He was also coherent enough for that.

[sebbypowell]

Family Life With Jake Seresin

Authors Note: So this is actually my first fan fiction on Tumblr ever because I always thought if I ever wrote one, it will suck so this is my first attempt.

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You're just living a family life with the man you love. Yours and Jake’s 2 year old is named Navy after Jake’s job. Jake thought it was the perfect name for her and you agreed.

You were in the kitchen with Rooster who's also your brother.

He was slightly surprised to see the two of them in the kitchen, though he quickly recovered and smiled at the both of them. He moved over to the fridge and opened it and grab a soda bottle. "You two plotting somethin'?"

"Why would you think that?" you asked as you grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

He chuckled and leaned on the counter. "I know you better than you think, darlin'. Anytime you're talkin' with your brother, it's usually because you're up to something. Is this about my birthday?"

"Actually, yes it is, but you're not going to find out until the day of your birthday, so stop asking." you scolded him with a look, as Rooster laughed quietly at the two of you.

Jake raises his hands in surrender and grins sheepishly at you. "Alright, alright. I get it. It's a surprise, and I need to stop being so curious. But you can't blame me for bein' a little impatient!"

Then a little girl came running downstairs and yelled daddy.

Jake's eyes lit up, and he knelt down to scoop up the kid into his arms, holding her close. He nuzzled his face into her hair, grinning widely. "Hey, sweetheart! You been good while daddy was at work?"

The little girl nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Uh-huh, I was good. I drew you a picture." she said, pointing to the table where a drawing of Jake and several airplanes were drawn.

Jake chuckled, his heart swelling with pride as he looked at the picture. "Well, well, look at that. Looks like my little artist was hard at work. These are some mighty fine airplanes you drew. You even got the details right," he said, walking over to the table to admire the drawing. "This is definitely going on my locker at work."

The little girl beamed with pride, and then she squirmed in his arms wanting to be put down. "Can I go outside now? Can I? Can I?" she asked, bouncing up and down on her toes.

You looked at Navy. "Let’s get your bathing suit on first." you said.

Jake chuckled at the little girl's excitement and set her down gently. "Alright, sweetheart, but listen to your mother. Go put on your bathing suit, and then you can go outside."

The little girl nodded and ran off to her room, her tiny footsteps could be heard as she sprinted through the house.

Jake looked over at you and smiled. "She's got as much energy as a tornado, doesn't she?"

You laughed as you watched the girl run off. "Yeah, she certainly does. Remind me again why we thought having kids was a good idea?" you joked, but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Jake chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I seem to remember someone being very persistent about wanting a big family," he teased, gently nudging with a wink.

You smacked his arm playfully and rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. You were just as eager about having kids as I was," you shot back, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

Jake laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged, darlin'. But can you blame me? Look at this beautiful family we've built together. And who knows, maybe someday we'll have more little ones running around, too," he said, winking at you.

You playfully swatted at him again, but couldn't stifle a smile. "Don't even talk about having any more kids until this one is potty-trained, at least."

Jake chuckled, raising his hands in surrender again. "Fair enough, fair enough. Let's focus on this adorable little bundle of energy we've got first. Though, I won't lie, the thought of more mini-mes running around does have a bit of an appeal," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Can you guys stop flirting for a second?" Rooster asked outta nowhere.

Jake chuckled and turned his attention to Rooster, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry, man. Can't help it when the missus is around. Besides, you're just envious because you're still single," he teased, elbowing Rooster playfully.

"Damn, he got you there, Bradley." you said and you just start laughing.

Rooster rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I've got plenty of time to find someone when I'm ready, unlike some people who couldn't wait to jump into family life," he said, shooting a teasing look at Jake.

Jake chuckled and shrugged. "Hey, when you meet your soul mate, you don't waste any time, man. When you know, you know," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist again. "And it happened to be your little sister."

Rooster feigned disgust. "Ugh, don't remind me. I still can't believe you managed to woo my baby sister." he said jokingly.

Jake grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? I've got my charms. Plus, your sister has some pretty impeccable taste, considering she chose me." he said, giving you a wink.

You laughed and shook your head. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself too much. I just couldn't resist your southern charm and your stupidly handsome face. Can you blame me?" you joked back.

"See, even she can't resist me," he said, feigning a cocky arrogance. "Besides, it's not my fault I was graced with good looks and a smooth accent."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're lucky I love that southern drawl of yours, otherwise I'd think you're absolutely obnoxious," you quipped, poking his chest gently.

Jake chuckled and caught your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it lightly. "Oh, I'm well aware of my luck, darlin'. Gotta keep you swooning for me somehow," he said with a mischievous grin.

Rooster pretended to gag. "Alright, alright, I think that's enough of the lovey-dovey stuff. Go be disgustingly cute somewhere else," he said, making fake vomiting noises.

Navy came running back downstairs in her bathing suit. "Mommy, mommy!! I’m ready!!"

You turned your attention to your daughter and couldn’t help but giggle at her enthusiasm. "Oh, I can see that! And don’t you look adorable," you said, smoothing down her hair.

Navy grinned, clearly proud of herself for getting ready so quickly. She tugged on your hand, pointing out the door. "Can we go now? Please, please, please?!"

You laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes, we can go now. But remember, we need to stay near the pool and be careful, okay?" you said, glancing at Jake to make sure he was paying attention as well.

Jake nodded, his protective instincts kicking in. "Yeah, listen to your mother, sweetheart. You stay where mommy and I can see you, and no going into the deep end," he reminded her. He leaned down and picked Navy up.

Navy giggled as Jake lifted her up into his arms, clearly thrilled to be getting the extra attention. "Okay, daddy!" she said, wrapping her small arms around his neck.

. . .

Outside, you put on Navy’s life jacket and put Navy’s sunscreen on.

Jake followed closely behind, watching as you took care of Navy. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you fussing over your daughter. He admired the way you were so attentive and protective as a parent, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

Once you finished with Navy, you turned your attention back to Jake. "Alright, now the real test— getting sunscreen on you," you teased, holding up the sunscreen bottle.

Jake held up his hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on his face. "Whoa, whoa, darlin'. I can put sunscreen on myself, you know," he said, trying to take the bottle from you, but he managed to push you into the pool instead.

You let out a surprised shriek as you landed in the water with a splash. "Jake!" you exclaimed, sputtering and wiping the water from your face.

Jake was laughing uncontrollably, his eyes full of mischief. "Oops, my bad, darlin'. I didn't mean to push you in," he said, though the smirk on his face indicated otherwise.

Rooster came up from behind Jake and decided to push Jake in.

Jake didn't see it coming and was pushed backwards into the pool with a big splash. He surfaced a second later, sputtering and laughing. "Hey, you bastard!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Rooster.

Rooster stood on the edge of the pool, laughing and taunting Jake. "What's the matter, Hangman? Can't handle a little payback for pushing my sis in?"

Then Navy was trying to push her uncle into the pool for pushing her daddy in.

Jake just laughed and shook his head at the sight of Navy trying to push Rooster in. He glanced over at you, still in the water from him pushing you in. "It looks like our daughter wants to join the fight, darlin'," he chuckled.

You chuckled and gave Navy a high five. "Go for it, baby girl! Get your uncle wet too!" you encouraged, enjoying the playful chaos that ensued.

Navy let out a giggle and continued her attempts to push Rooster into the pool, her tiny arms giving it her all. Rooster, being the good uncle that he was, pretended to lose his balance and dramatically fell into the pool with a splash, much to Navy's delight.

The whole family was in the pool now and they were laughing and giggling.

As the family played and splashed around the pool, laughing and having a grand time, Jake took a moment to watch you from the water. He admired the smile on your face, the carefree joy you exuded as you interacted with Navy and played with the rest of the family. It made his heart swell with a deep sense of contentment. He felt a profound gratitude for the life he had built with you—the love, the family, the happiness. It was more than he ever dreamed of having, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

[shibaraki]

❄︎ ─ END OF YEAR REC REPORT: THE SHIP AND GEN EDITION

hi lovelies. as the year is coming to an end I wanted to work with my followers to compile a rec list of fics that have stuck with us as one massive thank you to all of the writers in our corner of tumblr/ao3. below you will find ship and gen fic from multiple different fandoms, and everything is in alphabetical order. I am grateful to all of you for the amazing work you do, and to those who participated!

fics: 37 fandoms: 9 total word count: 2.3m...

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ampersand by infantblue [ONESHOT] [37K] #: miya atsumu x hinata shoyo - post timeskip - pretend relationship - hurt/comfort - anxiety - falling in love

Atsumu confesses to Hinata on a dare and everything falls apart.

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MSBY Black Jackals' Jacksuke-kun!! ☑ @.MSBYJacksuke Jacksuke here with an announcement!! 🥁🥁🥁 We've started a YouTube channel!! Trailer's already up and on Friday next week at 8p.m. JST, we'll tell you who you'll be seeing most often (not everyone wants to be on camera after all). See you all then!! 🖤🖤 897🗨 • 16.4K⟲ • 33.3K♡

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❄︎ BNHA

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❄︎ JJK

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Gojo admits something.

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Shoko stops in front of the sports drinks, gazing at the wide selection. “What’s so interesting?” They look up, twin grins in place. Shoko squints, then dismisses the possibility that they’re making fun of her. An inside joke, more likely. “The sugar content,” Gojo says, waving a can of sweetened coffee. He snickers. “Yeah, the sugar content,” Geto parrots, and then they both burst out laughing.

❄︎ MP100

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❄︎ BALDUR'S GATE

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❄︎ GOOD OMENS

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❄︎ MARVEL UNIVERSE

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❄︎ PERSONA 5

the definition of insanity... by twilight_starr [MULTI-CHAP] [183K] #: akechi goro x kurusu akira - time loop - canon divergence - hurt/comfort - suicidal thoughts

...is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. They're disjointed. Confused. And Akechi isn't giving him anything to work with.

❄︎ FINAL FANTASY

the strength of a thousand by toastedcatbrea [MULTI-CHAP] [147K] #: sephiroth x cloud strife - time travel fix-it - romance - comedy - everybody lives

Cloud Strife was older than most of the typical cadets, but his blue eyes burned with the strength of a thousand men. The Firsts (and Zack) find out exactly how strong he really was.

[tohsri]

3some 💀

so this is my first fic, on tumblr, so i don't know how things work. however i have read some fanfiction in the past, so i guess i have a bit of experience. warnings ig: reader is described as a female/self insert, porn with plot, fingering, virginity loss (even though reader has the dirtiest mind), cough coug implied 4some, it makes no sense (it's a dream ofc it don't), characters may (will) be ooc (hmph) minors dni!! 18+

we only had a week before the big project. while i could hear satoru's voice happily chattering with a friend of his downstairs. it slightly bothered me that he wasn't up here studying with us.

"geto, is the presentation okay?" i leaned against the hard wooden chair, peeking at the unfinished presentation.

"mhm. i think satoru should be able to remember most of this, without looking at the screen too often."  he replied, lifting his hands off the keyboard and putting them behind his head. "by the way, where's toji?"

"hey, zenin, ya gonna help?" toji only scowled, muttering a "why should i" as he walked away grumbling.

toji was part of one of the most feared gang of this school, always rebelling against the teachers, never attending events, getting into fights in between the school buildings, and the scar that were plastered on his lips had pretty much proven a point.

you were genuinely taken aback on how geto talked to him so carelessly, as if toji couldn't beat the shit out of him with full force. toji looked like he didn't care anyway.

you focused your mind back to the presentation, helping geto point out mistakes.

"here, you spelled this wrong. lemme help." you leaned further, pushing geto to the side a little bit as your hands moves all around the keyboard. "maybe you can rephrase this to sound more formal."

"anyways, you continue working on the presentation, i'll go make some drinks for both of us. what do you want?"

"just some water please, thank you." he smiled softly, nodding his head as another thanks.

you went downstairs, dragging your hands down the railings to see satoru still smiling and staring at his phone.

"gojo, at least come help with the last bits of research.." you said in a whiny tone, making a cup of hot chocolate and pouring a glass of water for geto. "you've been on your phone this entire time, can't you spare a minute studying?"

"no can do~" he giggled, eyes still glued to the screen. "maybe if you stop giving me the longest parts of the presentation whenever we're in a group together."

"fine. study the last part and i'll give you the 2nd shortest." you grumbled. "but you have to edit your own part, save me and geto some work."

"now that's way too much to ask from me. you know what, i'll edit half my part." he gave you a shit-eating grin, knowing you couldn't help but give in to his words.

"half. that's the limit, now come upstairs and do research."

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"there are other ways to protect the environment, like reduce wasting plastic, participate in cleaning up beaches- uhh, whatever that's called, and other stuff. we'll search it up online."

"pff, nerd." geto teased, placing his arm on gojo's shoulder like an armrest.

"hey- get your hand off me!" gojo smacked it off, crossing his arms. you couldn't help but laugh at his puffed-out cheeks. unfortunately, he noticed. "what's so funny?!"

"n-nothing." you tried to calm yourself down, putting a hand over your mouth.

"i look that cute, don't i?~"

"you look like shit."

before gojo could say something, toji interrupted. "hey enough you two, let's just focus on the project so we can get it over with."

"let's decide on the roles first. of course, i get the introduction and conclusion, geto you get the 2nd shortest, toji 3rd shortest and gojo gets the longest."

"why's it always me who gets the longest? come on, give me a break for once~ you said i could switch with geto if i studied!"

geto glared at you. "what did you tell him?"

"exactly what he said." you laid back, with hands behind your head on the floor.

"alright, but you better repay me for switching." geto smirked.

"wh- why?! gojo never asked for anything!" you sighed. "fine. if you want me to pay," you whispered as you leaned closer to his ear.

"i'll pay with my body~"

geto looked as if he were about to explode right there, his face completely turning a tint of red. even the tip of his ears were burning with embarrassment.

"wait, what did you tell him?! i got to get this on camera!!-"

"shush gojo, it'll only work for her." he muttered, not enough for you to hear (or so he thought).

"anyways, how about a sleepover? so after a proper breakfast we can continue the project immediately." gojo suggested. "i already asked my parents, so i guess you're sort of obliged to let me stay."

you rolled your eyes. "you're lucky my parents aren't home, they would kick you out." you couldn't help but giggle at your own words.

"alright, we finish this topic up and then tomorrow we finish the rest."

-------- "alright, it's late. who's sleeping in the guest room?"

"me." toji grumbled, tugging onto his sweatshirt.

"there's only a bed and mattress in there, so one of you sleep in my room." you spoke up, putting both hands on the ground.

"i will." gojo and geto said in unison, as they both turned to each other.

you sighed, facepalming yourself. "you know what, sorry, one of you will sleep with toji-san. no offense."

toji just grumbled, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"geto, is it okay if you sleep in the guest room?" you looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes, and he was dragged away by your looks. he had no choice but to give in or else you'll (fake) cry.

he sighed, heading downstairs with toji to the guest room as gojo smiled excitedly.

"rest in peace, suguru." he laughed and you swore you could hear geto say 'shut up' halfway down the stairs. it made you giggle.

"i'm gonna get changed. i'm not sleeping in jeans. you aren't gonna sleep in your uniform either, so i hope you brought clothes."

after you and gojo had changed, you turned on the air conditioner and slept next to the window. despite the air conditioner being turned on, it never reached your spot which made you basically sweat while gojo got the enjoy the cool air.

you waited for a couple of minutes until it was dead silent, and removed the blanket above you. tiptoeing across the room, you had finally got snuggled in your cold bed. you sighed contently, but then realised gojo was right next to you, thankfully asleep.

until you felt a hand wrap around your waist and bring you closer.

"hey, stay on your side..~" he whispered teasingly, hugging you as if you were a plush.

"gojo, let me g-go. i'm just hot."

"mm, being here with me will only make you hotter." he muttered, pressing against your body. his warmth combined with the cold air felt perfect.

you just laid down in silence, enjoying being held in his embrace. however, tension was growing between the two of you. you two barely even knew each other in school (except for the projects you were partnered up with), and it was getting awkward.

eventually, you had managed to doze off into a deep slumber. you felt uncomfortable between your thighs, and it was making you wet.

you had opened your eyes, feeling gojo's cock slide inbetween your thighs, followed with his irregular panting. your panties and short pants were down at knee level, and the whole thing caught you off guard.

"sorry princess," he gasped out the name, and for a second it felt like you two were dating. "i got hard from you, is it okay if i use your thighs? or maybe even that sweet pussy.." he licked his lips at the thought of it.

flustered and basically paralysed, you could only let out a nod as his tip rubbed at your clit. all you could do was moan and whimper as he used your body to his heart's content.

his thrusts only got faster and sloppy, and without warning he came on your bedsheets.

"sorry again. i couldn't handle it," he chuckled, grabbing his cock. "i'll wash it in the morning. that okay with you?"

you had no idea what came over you that second, but your two fingers scooped up a part of his cum, sticking it into your mouth.

"oh fuck, that's hot." he nibbled on your earlobe, licking the back of it.

"can't help it, 'toru."

"call me that one more time and you won't be getting an ounce of sleep tonight."

"alright alright, just.. sleep. i'm tired."

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fuck, i'm thirsty.

you quietly walked downstairs, carefully not to wake anyone, grabbing the water bottle that was conveniently placed at the side, taking one big sip as you quenched your thirst.

you didn't feel sleepy. at all. i guess the only thing you could resort to was watching anime on the tv. unfortunately, the only tvs that were available was the one right next to your room, or the one right next to the guest room.

eh, too late to go back upstairs.

you turned on the tv, lowering the volume all the way to 0. how boring it was, watching your show with only subtitles. whatever, it wouldn't hurt to increase the volume a bit.

careful not to wake the two sleeping boys in the room next to you, you increased the volume by 2. well, better than nothing. only the chances of their waking up to you watching anime at 2am.

you watched for a good 15 minutes, trying (struggling) not to talk in the middle of the show, or fangirl whenever your favourite character came on.

you were interrupted by the sound of the guest room door clicking. toji.

"hm? what are you doing up this late?" he said in a softer, yet a raspy voice.

"watching anime. couldn't sleep."

"i get that too." he mumbled. "do you have a lighter?"

"brown box on the counter."

"thanks." toji headed outside, shutting the door as he lit his cigarette on fire.

you opened the glass door, taking a sip of your water bottle. "i've never smoked before. have you burned your mouth on the inside?"

your question made him chuckle. "no. never done it before. i only smoke when i'm stressed or feeling like shit."

"had a nightmare?" he only nodded, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

you just continued watching your anime while toji stared into the sky, dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it.

"do you want one?" he spoke up.

"no, i don't think i want to." you smiled, sighing. you closed your eyes for a while, until you felt an arm around you.

"is satoru awake?" you recognised it. geto.

"no. he's sleeping.." your memories with him a few hours ago came back, causing your cheeks to flush red.

"i heard that zenin go out, woke me up from that dream."

"what dream were you having?"

"maybe a dream about you."

you blinked, processing the information. "w- wha?"

"speaking of which, you still haven't repaid me yet.. what was it? your body, hmm?" he smirked, pushing his knee against your covered clit, causing you to let out a small moan.

"it w-was a joke, geto!" you couldn't help but moan as his touch, as he continued to grind his knee on your sensitive bud of nerves.

"oh? so you don't want this?" he stopped almost immediately. "but you're so wet~"

"n-no, please geto, want m-more.."

he hungrily pulled off the shorts and panties, revealing your already wet pussy. "lemme have a taste, good girl."

his tongue repeatedly lapped at your juices, pushing his tongue into your hole. he swears even the slightest movement of his tongue made you clench around him so tight.

the thought of the lewd act only make your bundle of nerves twitch, and you were so close to release because of how talented geto's tongue was.

"are you close?" he pulled away, breaking the string of mixed saliva and cum. "i wanna hear you beg for it. aren't you a good girl?"

you merely nodded. gathering the words stuck in your throat, you finally spoke. "p-please geto-kun.. w'nna cum, needa cum, i'm a good girl.."

"mm, you're quite obedient." he grinned, sucking on your bud gently. you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans. "mmn, g'nna cum! g'nna cum- ah!"

geto placed his mouth on your pussy, letting him taste your cum. he swallowed it all, but you were too tired to notice. you rested your head against back, panting heavily.

you were too tired to even notice toji standing right behind the couch.

"geto. got room for another?"

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you suddenly found yourself manhandled by toji, on your hands and knees, sucking geto's cock as toji thrusted into you from behind.

"fuck, this pussy is tight." he grunted, balls slapping against your sensitive clit. "squeezing my cock so well, huh?"

you couldn't even respond properly. you just nodded and let out muffled whimpers, moaning into geto's cock from toji basically slamming into your cervix so often. his thrusts was kept at a sloppy pace, only stopping to give a harsh slap to your red and glowing ass. "fuck, you don't know how long i've kept staring at his plump ass. your tits are fucking amazing too, built to be just like a whore." he kept degrading you, maybe even squeezing your tits playfully.

"but she's such a good one, isn't she? taking our cocks so well just like a slut." he ran his fingers through your hair so affectionately, pushing your head further down his cock. "c'mon, c'mon. just like tha- fuck!"

without warning geto had already sent spurts of sticky cum down your throat, filling up your mouth. he pulled his cock out, admiring the sticky mess. "swallow." one word was all he needed for you to do so. "good girl. zenin, mind changing positions? let me see her tits."

toji flipped you over, your pussy still wrapped around his throbbing cock. after all, why wouldn't toji want to see the view? the next thing he knew he was completely focused on how geto pinched your erect nipples, making you whimper from the overwhelming sensitivity.

geto pulled out his phone, taking a good photo of your fucked out expression lying on his lap. "god, imagine how much satoru would pay for this. this fucking beauty right here. hey, maybe you should call him down so we could enjoy this beautiful body for ourselves."

oh, one more person joining this would only make it hell for you. you couldn't imagine the damage that they would leave you with for days. as much as you didn't want that to happen, you could care less about the consequences when you were this needy. the thoughts you had were so fucking lewd but you couldn't handle it.

"fuck, gonna cum, let me cum inside?" toji interrupted, letting you regain your consciousness back for a second.

"'m not on p-pill, wait!-"

"don't w- fuck!! don't worry, i- ain't gonna. just lemme fuck your pussy a lil' longer, alright?" he panted, thrusting a few more times into your pussy before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach and chest. "fuck, he's right. you're such a good girl. liked being praised huh?"

you only nodded before you finally passed out from exhaustion.

  AFTERMATH

"fffuck, what a fucking headache. what was that-.." you glided your hand over the leather, realising you were still on the couch. you removed the soft and fluffy blanket above you.

"geto-kun." your voice softened at the thought, blushing at the possibility of it being toji too who gave you this blanket. you noticed you didn't feel sticky at all either.

how nice of them. words: 2.6k hooray

[clockwork-reveries]

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☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

confession. i'm fr TIRED of humans treating corinthians like shit or things that dont feel. it's the little things that make me want to quit my job and i don't know, scam the elderly for a living? (that was a joke.) i love my job don't get me wrong, it makes me the happiest i've been in a long time. today at work while i was busy helping a coworker see what was wrong with their terminal, some dude walked right up to me. he was maybe, i don't know, late 30's, early 60's? it's so hard to tell humans apart. and put his FINGER underneath the panel on my NECK. i smacked his hand away so hard he yelled, but of course i didn't care he almost got to some delicate shit! all because he couldn't stop himself from getting his grubby manchild hands off me.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

fucking. respect corinthians. before the empyrean war some of you complained we were replacing humanity, and now that we did all the work for y'all in the war, you treat us like servants and objects that just are there. we'll be around for a long long time. and a ton of us won't forget this.

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I wasn't made during the war, so maybe my comments aren't valid, but I totally agree, OP. Humans have become so full of themselves, it's revolting. I'm sorry about your issues as well. We've got a group on TMB about how to reduce human population, and we also think you might be better suited especially if you live in a smaller city, as you've stated in previous posts.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow fucker didn't read my post, it's so obvious. do NOT talk to me about "reducing the human population" you fucking edgelord wannabe terrorists. blocked and reported. I DON'T CARE THAT THIS IS A BOT, ANTHROPOPHOBES AREN'T EVER WELCOME ON MY BLOG

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💌 bl33ding-hartzzz Follow

i got suuuuuper bord.. im thinking abt trying tht weird "simul8d food" some company made around 2020 for corinthians. desc says ur supposed to "taste" it like the real thing. im rlly sus abt it but somebodys selling it on ebay for almost 7 bucks so i dont think ill be losing a lot!

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update it arrived!!! i got the icecream 1......!1! apparently ur supposed to bite it? huh? ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

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Oh. oh i c why nobody wants this. its a scam we dont even knw what flavors n tastes are like anywaze.

AKA it suckssss. ˙◠˙

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 🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

yall after that fic i made was thinking about trying to make the custom corinthian by myself does anyone have any tutorials i can follow? i think im gonna use crisp's design when i make him but maybe ill have to make a super tiny version if thats possible so it costs less? does anyone know if you can create small corinthians?

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Bestie??? You cant???? Just make Corinthians??? I get you used to customize Furbys but theyre not fucking dolls, dude. Does nobody realize how horrible it is to be playing god for funsies? EDIT: I wasn't calling Corinthians dolls

🔁🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

its not like im going to FORCE them to be what i want i just want them to look like it yknow every time i post like something this youre always one of the first people to reply can you just get off my dick already

🔁💫 all-antipurpose Follow

Then just draw it? Why do you need a 200+ pound AI to do it for you? I find it really weird how youre not concerned about the ethic issues about just making life just because you feel like nor have you addressed it at all. Am I in the wrong here for thinking everyone in the notes is delusional for calling me a cop just because you guys watch too many sci-fis? Don't make Corinthians.

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🍋‍🟩 starberry-skyfield Follow

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: Genevieve

Height: 166 cm

Favorite show: Resident Alien

Favorite snack: Caramel popcorn

Software: ? What does this mean? Windows 11

First song: Don't remember

Favorite game: Sims 3

Hair color: Dark blonde

Countries traveled: Canada, Japan

Dogs or cats: Dogs

Eye color: Blue

Last song listened: Liquid Smooth by Mitski

Phone wallpaper: I like green

TAGGED BY: @kermiance TAGGING: @crownless-crimson (i hope you're feeilng better!) @poloniusweeps @mixomadie @shutupchrissy (i know you like fillouts)

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🔥v1butalmostirl Follow

APPARENTLY ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS JUST UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE COLORS? WHY DOESNT ANYONE TALK ABOUT HOW SOME WAR-MADE CORINS ARE REALLY BADLY MADE? HES FROM THE EAST COAST AND HIS SYSTEMS DON'T RECOGNIZE BLUE FROM GREEN AND MORE EVEN THOUGH HIS OPTICS CAN SEE LITERALLY SEE IT ITS DISGUSTING HOW PERSONHOOD WAS DEVELOPING FOR CORINTHIANS BUT IMMEDIATELY DIMINISHED DURING THE WAR SOME WAR-MADES HAVE NEVER FELT KINDNESS

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Sometimes I want to be human Organic, real, warm, soft Cartilage and bone Blood, enamel, keratin Does anyone feel me? Sometimes it upsets me so bad when I realize I can't smell soap or the candles in my kitchen. Or when I make food for my cat. Or when I wake and realize that I can't stretch or yawn. But that would mean I'd lose myself... because humans definitely have feelings different. But would that be so bad? Burned, with ashes, rising up into beauty and wonder?

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dumb question i know but do you guys wash your vessel plates with a clorox wipe one at a time or hop in a shower if youre sealed

on sunday mornings i like to put them all in the dishwasher because i really dont have another use for em. and then when i get em out its like ahhhh. squeaky clean

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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: JZK (Not my real name)

Height: 6' / 185 cm

Favorite show: Star Trek: The Next Generation

Favorite snack: I can't eat.

Software: IceLemon v6.8

First song: Yesterday by The Beatles. Someone who worked at where I was developed had a cassette player lying around. The mic barely picked it up but I was delighted to hear music for the first time.

Favorite game: Most of the Amnesia series, Resident Evil 2 and 3, Halo 1 and 2. I'm not good at shooting games but I like the stories most of the time.

Hair color: Brown

Countries traveled: USA (I'm British), Germany, Norway, Italy

Dogs or cats: Dogs. I plan on getting one.

Eye color: Red

Last song listened: Cloudbusting by Kate Bush

Phone wallpaper:

TAGGED BY: @starberry-skyfield Thank you, Genevieve. TAGGING: @becquerel-tears, @bl33ding-hartzzz, @v1butalmostirl, @liminalbrainwave, @clockwork-dreamings

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Fellas is it gay to help a corin with their maintenance and then accidentally screw their head completely off and then laugh about it as you play a game of soccer and then suddenly they explode violently like the guy from daft punk and you sit there clutching the remains of them sobbing even though you know the day would come to an end

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Here.

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POST CANCELLED GET OUT OF MY DUNGEON

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[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Scarborough Ahoy! (1994 Short Film)- Day 4 Watching Con's Filmography

Live posting. All I know is this is sad(don't know why), short, and that Con is good (and queer) in it. Watching it in 480p, so we'll see.

YELL AT ME BELOW! I NEED YALLS OPINIONS ON THIS!

Warnings for: Suicidal Ideation, full body nudity.

Also, the movies description describes Con as the 'Gay Guy' and 'Barmaid'. So 'Con' and 'Barmaid' is what I'm calling them. I'll specify Con the Actor.

Casually kicking a one-night stand out; GET IT GIRL. Didn't expect that level of nudity, but here we are.

CONNNN! He's slightly older in this one compared to Dancing, and I already don't feel wigged out.

Con's semi-startled look at 'used to get laid all the time'. Me too, babe, me too.

As a person who hates booze, the bar scene made me physically nauseous.

Con, being a bro, and making sure she was alright. Love that for him. She needs a friend.

HAHAHA Hell yeah, stick up for yourself Con, he's queer, and the guy getting you a coffee.

God, gender fucking envy. And coat envy, that thing looks warm as shit. I missed when my hair was that length(Con's). Shame I need to be more feminine presenting where I live.

DAMN. I wish I was that confident in my driving. She backed up with SPEED.

HELL YEAH, TRIP TO FIND MEN BABY! God, I know England isn't affordable to anyone, especially foreigners, but god its nice to be able to drive that in a day and actually go somewhere

Con, stop wearing my dream wardrobe. I want that fucking sweater.

OH MY GOD. This is real ally behavior, compete to see who gets more guys

Synchronize watches! The confidence into immediate, oh shit, how the fuck do i do this on both their faces is great.

Santa, fuck off.

(Con making out with a guy)Now. How the fuck haven't I seen gifs of this. tumblr, I'm surprised you weren't hornier.

SHE CHOSE SANTA. Mam, have some self-respect. I hope he is at least a gentle lover? Laughing as he goes down on you probably isn't great.

AWWW. The way they watched out for each other after getting laid. Happily just walking down the road. Oh my god, help her up. BRO, GET THE FUCK UP OFF THE ROAD.

He straight up said 'boyfriend'. Damn, love short indie films.

24? Fuck him babe, old my ass

Okay, I thought Con was going to say his guy died, not cheated. I'm trained too well in modern......OHH SHIT, whelp (he killed himself)

Babes, please learn to love yourselves.

BANGIN SOUNDTRACK

I Love that they coordinate outfits, either accidentally or not. They are the crew. Hell yeah, the ass-grabbing! Get sailor ass.

Now, mushy peas seems like hell. Actual worse thing on earth

'What's brought this on, catholic guilt?' Mood

'Feels great, sometimes not so great'

'What about love, then.' Awww babe

What game are they playing with all those colors, looks fun as shit. CON LOOKS SO HAPPY. LET THIS MAN PLAY HAPPY PEOPLE. He just fucking giggled, god damn it.

This seems like a nice road trip to mentally reset life for a bit.

Guys, if they're being passively suicidal, then at least they've got each other. See, they pushed and they still wanted to live. Cute shit.

Sexuality being fluid! Great to see this, especially for the 90s.

Love the respecting of boundaries; they both really needed to talk before moving forward. Great shit. It's probably her feeling guilty for 'tempting a gay' but... That feels depressing, so fluidity I will choose.

"Well, you can fix it; you did a course in auto mechanics, didn't you." Hahahaha

GAY EARING ON THE DRIVER. I love that Con's getting as much action as he is.

Nice of her to give them space, ally behavior

CONS HAIR

EXCUSE ME MAM, LET HIM FUCK. RUDE. Stand up for yourself CON! They're just friends. If she wanted more, she needs to communicate that. He's pulling his own and trying to reach out to find a middle ground cause he knows she's angry. I love that he comforts her even though he has every right to escalate this into a fight.

Awww, she saved him the head puzzle piece. Love that he smacked it down. His fucking grin.

THE LITTLE SHUFFLE DANCE. Also, this fucker is stealing my wardrobe again.

OH MY GOD WALTZING. I LOVE IT. Bitch, this is the most romantic thing I've ever seen. THE CINDERELLA SONG! AWWWWWWW. I love them. Bro has to understand how many mixed signals he's sending out here.

Going to the dockyard doesn't end happily in these sorts of films.

He's having thoughts and needs to fuck them out. Fair, she's gorgeous.

SHIT CALLED IT

RUN! GO HELP HIM

At least she realized pretty early that he was out too late.

(Con is revealed beaten up and bloody)SHITTTTTTT Well, that's a head wound. Scuffed hands. Okay, good, I thought he fucking died.

GIVE THE MAN A HUG

AWWW HE SAID HE LOVES HER

DON'T FUCKING LEAVE YOU JACKASS. I've read dozens of fanfic like this. DOZENS

NOOOOOOOOOOO. WHY STOP THIS NOW! I NEED A FULL MOVIE GOD DAMN IT.

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Con's Characters Sexuality Discussion: There are two options here. He's 'gay' as described in the film's synopsis or more fluid in a modern sense. Again, he's willing to fuck her, and clearly cares for her. Who knows if he was 'pushing his limits' and this is why she turned him down. The I love you could be romantic/sexual love, or the love of a friend. Both readings are perfectly valid by the text. The short film ends here to not answer the question and keep it ambiguous.

I'm flipping between this movie being about their friendship and finding someone to be comfortable with, or two people used to having one night stands falling in love. You know what. Both are right! (As a queer who says I love you to my straight friends. Calls them beautiful and does all of the shit Con does here, yeah, the waters are murky, who said you alone need to filter it to solve the art)

I can see a happy ending where they grow to be close friends for the rest of their lives, or just making it a probably short-lived relationship. They're both young and impulsive and need to work on themselves a bit before getting serious, but I hope they can keep this little corner of the world safe.

Cinematography(7/10): Fun! About what to expect from a short film. Nonintrusive editing.

Actors besides Con (8/10): I LOVED THE BARMAID. God, she's so fucking sweet and just needs someone in her corner. She's fun, cocky, and bullheaded in a way that fit's with Con's character. I loved their friendship. I love that she's worried about that and doesn't want to push boundaries. I wish this was a longer movie, I want to see them learning to love themselves and having each other there. Everyone else was unmemorable.

CON! The Actor 10/10: He seems more comfortable in this role than in Dancing. It makes him a more likeable character. Likely due to the size of the project, and experience. He seems like he's found his groove here, and I wish we got to see more of it. Seeing him actually flirt was a joy. Again, personally, I think the 'I love you' could be from a gay 'bff' perspective or he genuinely loves her. I love that they just feel safe with each other which is clearly what they need. Love con's look, dialogue, and everything about how he held himself. He seemed like he really opened up to her verses how Con's character acted at the beginning of the movie. That can be really hard to pull off

Story 9/10: Really fucking fun. Sweet, they both felt stuck in a rut and finally made a friend that understood them. The dialogue/writing is so fucking inspiring as I try to write fun dialogue.

REWATCHABILITY: I would say that compared to the downers I watched yesterday, this overtakes Vengeance. It helps that it's so short.

9/10. I hate giving perfect 10s when I haven't seen everything, but god is this so close. I can totally see myself giving this a retroactive 10. Writing this overview I felt like I was balancing on a tight rope trying to 'figure out' the right ending. But that's kind of the point. The relationship they build is a comfort in a shitty world, and it's fucking beautiful.

I know people said it was sad, but I found it really hopeful? They're still living their shitty lives, but they're not alone anymore.

NEXT! Still plan on Cucumber, 3 steps to heaven for weird Con, and whatever I feel in the moment. Rewatching Blood brothers today with the Brother, so wish me luck.

(I linked some people who commented last post, thanks for the comments as always!)

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[eveandtheturtles]

Started with a Kiss - Chapter 6: Rescue Mission

Or as my Beta called it: B-Team best team

Summary: Donnie and Mikey kick some ass!

Tag list! (lemme know if you want to be added/removed): @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @dilucsflame33 @leosgirl82 @pheradream15 @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf

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A/N: Two in one month!! Yay! Reblogs and comments are so appreciated! Shoot me a message if you'd like! Let's see where this goes next!

There wasn't much time to lose. Donnie immediately started climbing the ladder and was out in mere seconds. Just in time to see her disappear as the van door closed. 

"No, you don't," he growled. Quickly he reached to his back pulling out a device - a cross between a crossbow and a gun. It had a bolt that ended with triple suction cups. The same “anchor” he used at the airplane jump in Brazil all these years ago. He aimed it at the van as it began to drive away. 

He missed by inches. 

"Fuck," he cursed again. He scaled the wall and began his pursuit. "Leo we have a situation!" He shouted into his communicator. 

"What happened?" Leo responded immediately.

"I think we were being followed somehow. They have Kara. I am in pursuit." He sent the photo he got of the plates. 

"We'll be right there," Leo said and disconnected.

Donnie meanwhile hacked into the city's traffic monitoring systems as he was running. He needed to divert the van. He doubted they would just simply stop at a red light. He needed a bigger motivator. Like a truck… and one was coming right through the van's immediate route. 

Just some minimal fiddling with timing and… there!

As predicted the van was still barreling through the road even with red lights ahead. The truck, horn blaring, zipped through the intersection, cutting it off. The van jolted, tires screeching as the kidnappers hit the brakes, but didn’t crash into the truck. Success! It gave him enough time to jump down the buildings and onto the roof. 

He saw his brothers pop up on top of the building he just vacated but there wasn’t much time to react. Leo sent Mikey down on his board. Donnie will have so much footage to scrape off of the Internet later…

“Hey there big bro, need a hand?” Mikey quipped as he landed next to him on top of the roof. Before Donnie could answer both of them had to jump away from the bullets being shot at them from below. Just because they were mostly bulletproof didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Damn, these dudes are angry!” Mikey shouted as they both hung from the edges of the roof. “What do we do bro?” he asked.

“We need to take control of the vehicle! You take the right, I take the left!” Donnie ordered. On three the two jumped up, rolled, and switched the sides of the van to hang from. More bullets followed.

“Coming through!” Mikey announced, looking through the open window. “Hi! Whoa!” He said and immediately ducked as the passenger shot at him. “Not cool!” Mikey covered his head and, still hanging off the roof, twisted on his arm turning around so the bullets would ricochet over him. 

One bounced off and must have hit the shooter judging by the yell of pain. The orange turtle didn't waste time. He quickly reached inside and pulled the gun out of the man’s hand. Then he smacked the guy over the head, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and threw him out the window. “Remember to fasten your seatbelts next time!” Mikey shouted after him. 

The orange terrapin then opened the door and sat inside.

At the same time, Donnie had used sleeping gas to douse the driver, remove him from the driver’s seat and take over the wheel.

“Hi, bro!” Mikey said. 

Immediately the goons in the back opened fire again. While their backs and plastrons were bulletproof, their heads weren't. And Donnie had to drive. To make things worse - It was cramped inside. He couldn't just duck his head into his shell and drive blind!

"Fuck!" He swiveled between the cars. The traffic responded to him with blaring horns and screeching tires. 

“Mikey!” Donnie shouted at his brother. 

"On it!"

What happened then could have been a scene from a horror film or maybe a comedy. Mikey pulled his head and arms inside his shell, jumping to the back. Then he body-slammed the nearest shooter. Quickly, he popped his head and limbs out. Using his nunchucks he got the gun out of the hands of the second one. With a quick flick of his hands smacked the guy's head bringing it all down to one baddy left. 

"Now for the final showdown," Mikey said with a grin.

The goon had Kara up, holding her in front of him. There was nowhere to run. Just the green freak in front of him.  

Suddenly, someone rammed into them from behind, jolting the whole van. 

"What the-" Donnie cursed and checked the mirror. 

The back door opened. A Jeep with an open roof and a reinforced grill was driving right behind them. The goon holding Kara grinned. 

"Hey man, don't-" Mikey started but the man indeed did.

He grabbed Kara and tossed her out of the van right into the open arms of another criminal in the jeep. The goon jumped out after her, landing on the Jeep's hood. Another one from the back seat raised up an Uzi and opened fire

"Aw, nuts," Mikey sighed, seconds before the bullets started flying. He ducked, turning around and kneeling down.

"Mikey!" Donnie yelped with more urgency, his voice cracking.

"I am trying! Where are Leo and Raph when you need them?!" 

The Jeep hit the brakes, putting distance between them and the turtles. Then it sped up and began to pass them.

"We can't have them escape!" Donnie shouted. The van wasn't fast enough to keep up with the Jeep. "Mikey, you drive!"

"What?! I don't know how!" Mikey protested. 

"First time for everything! Just step on the pedal on the right and keep it steady!" Donnie was already opening the driver's door, ready to climb out.

"If we die, I am totally telling Dad on you," Mikey grumbled, grabbing the wheel.

Donnie managed to climb on top of the car. While Mike, still kept the cars relatively even, the Jeep was slowly gaining on them, soon to take over. Donnie took a quick, deep breath in and jumped, landing on the hood.

Immediately the men opened fire. Donnie had to act fast. He rolled to the side, grabbed onto the cage columns, and punched the first guy right in the face. Luck seemed to be on his side as the Uzi guy’s weapon jammed. Using his staff Donnie electrocuted him. Then he looked at the driver.

"Drive where I tell you and you get to live," he warned the man who slowly nodded. 

"Donnieeee!" Mikey shouted over the comms. 

The purple terrapin sighed. "Open the passenger door." 

He yanked the man out of the seat and tossed him through the open door of the van, immediately taking the seat in the Jeep. 

"Tell him to follow me," Donnie said to Mikey.

"Thanks, bro!"

Donnie located the nearest dead-end alley and drove there, sending the location to Leo and Raph.

Donnie parked no problem. Mikey and the driver had a bumpier time as the van hit the back of the Jeep, making Donnie almost lose his glasses.

He turned around to glare at the youngest brother who just awkwardly waved through the windshield. 

Both turtles climbed out of the cars. Just in time for their blue and red brothers to join them.

"Great job, you two," Leo greeted them. "Now, let's see who we’re dealing with."

"I hope you left me something." Raph grinned, rolling his shoulders. 

"Sorry bro, we had a hot mess on our hands," Mikey patted Raph's bicep. "Next time."

Leo and Donnie grabbed each wing of the backdoor and opened it. Immediately they were greeted by goons who were less than happy after their unplanned naps. The three men, including the driver, were crouching with guns drawn and aimed at the turtles.

"Shit," Leo cursed. "You didn't take their guns away?"

Donnie looked at Mikey. 

"What?! I was busy!" The youngest defended himself. "Donnie made me drive!"

"I'll take care of it," Raph replied with a mean smile. "Is it just them?" 

"Should be…" Donnie said slowly. He didn't see the Uzi guy

Speak of the Devil. The scientist sighed. He should have upped the charge on his staff. 

Uzi walked from behind the van. He had his arm around Kara's neck, gun in the other hand with a muzzle against her temple.

"Drop your weapons or the girl gets it!"

Kara had a dirty cloth tied around her eyes, her hands, and feet bound, and gagged. Donnie didn't have an occasion to look at the men in the van before and now he could see that the two had scratches on their faces that clearly weren't Mikey's work. Was there a bite mark on one hand? He couldn't help but smirk. 

"What's so funny, frog?" The guy holding Kara asked.

"Frog? Dude, we're clearly turtles!" Mikey huffed, offended. "We got shells!" He even turned thumping over it with the end of his nunchucks. 

"Not the time Mikey," Leo reminded him. 

"It hurts, bro," Mikey grumbled. 

"Also, 'the girl gets it'?" Ralph joined in. "Somebody watched too many gangster movies."

"Add it to the bingo card," Mikey snickered. Leo rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Shut up! Whatever the fuck you are, drop the weapons!" The human fired a warning shot into the air. 

Using the moment the guy had his hand in the air, Raph and Leo moved. The charging turtles were faster than the two crouching goons could process. Leo went after them when Raph went for Uzi. He grabbed the shooter's hand and crushed it. The man yelled in pain, letting go of Kara. 

"Donnie, catch!" Raph caught her before she fell to the ground and tossed her to his brother. 

Donnie intercepted her and struggled a little holding her steady as the girl, unaware of the situation, started kicking and wiggling. 

He set her down quickly and was about to take off her blindfold when she headbutted him right in the face. Donnie groaned, grabbing his nose, his glasses falling to the ground. Without his support Kara fell on her ass and then used her bound feet to swipe at his legs, throwing him further off balance. 

Behind them, Raphael was doing an elbow drop on one of the goons who was trying to run away. Mikey kept the other one in a headlock giving the guy noogies. Leo just sighed, holding the main dude by his arm. 

"Aren't you going to stop them?" The criminal asked the blue turtle miserably.

"Nah," Leo replied. Better let the meatheads get some workout in now. 

Donnie was on his knees now, basically blind without his glasses. He squinted at the brown and green blurry spot, last second noticing another defensive kick. He grabbed her legs and tried to reach her face. He managed to put his palm in the center of it trying to feel his way around. 

This resulted first in angry noises which then turned into a sort of recognition. Not many people have giant, three-fingered hands. Donnie, hopeful, grabbed onto her blindfold and pulled it down. 

Kara blinked rapidly as the light invaded her eyes. She saw Donnie with a bloody nose, squinting at her without his glasses. Wow, his eyes were so much smaller. How bad was his vision to need such thick glasses? She noticed the glasses lying not far from them with a cracked lens. Did she do that? Welp. She tried to nudge them toward his hand. There, finally, he picked them up. 

With his sight restored he was free to untie her. 

<Sorry I whacked your face,> she told him as soon as her hands were free.

<I’ve had worse.> He reached into his pocket and pulled out her hearing aids. Unfortunately, during the whole adventure, the tiny devices got smashed to pieces. <Sorry, you might need new ones…>

She sighed, looking at the sad remains of the electronic devices. <Yeah, that’s fine. Also just so we’re clear. I’m still mad about your digging but… thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Are you hurt anywhere?> He saw some superficial bruising and scratches that were most likely the result of her struggling. He reached to her side and she hissed in pain. 

His expression darkened. 

<That one is on you buddy,> she quickly informed him.

Donnie blinked confused then remembered their sparring. Oh. <Sorry, why didn’t you say anything?>

She shrugged. <Bruised pride?>

He looked at her unamused then pulled down his goggles and quickly scanned her. <Yeah, you’ve got cracked ribs. Do you experience any trouble breathing?>

<Yeah, it’s worse now,> she replied and coughed and winced. 

“Donnie,” Leo approached them, dragging the goon. “You can play doctor later. Get Kara to the lair and we’ll wait for the cops and an ambulance, alright?”

Donnie’s head snapped to his brother, suddenly remembering they were there too. “Sure, uh.” He looked at the unconscious guy on the ground. “Is he dead?”

“Raph likely broke most of his bones, but he’s breathing,” Leo said unbothered.

“Cool.”

Kara tilted her head at them. <What’s up?>

<The guys are staying behind, we’re going back to the lair.>

<Okay.>

He scooped her up carefully from the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Before this long night could end Donnie got Kara an ice pack, stuffed her with painkillers, and gave her strict instructions on how to behave.

<I know what to do,> she retorted. <This isn’t the first time a guy broke my ribs,> she tried to joke but he looked at her seriously with a pained expression.

<Don’t give me the kicked puppy eyes, you fucked up,> she huffed. <I’m still pissed at you but… again, thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Listen, if uh… you need anything,> he didn’t know where to look or if he should stay close by… <just uh, send me a text?>

<Gotcha.>

After that Kara wasn’t in the mood to talk. She fell asleep, missing the return of Donnie’s brothers. 

[newgenog]

REVENGE

Notes: This is part one of chapter four. If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Our favorite hero tried her hand at vengeance and got pretty far. I'm writing this #fanfic to explore the complexity of someone like her not changing her course, and how it would impact everything about her and everyone that matters to her. BUT, she's not powered or caped, just focused on her mission with bottomless resources.

So look, I'm not going to lie. These chapters are only getting longer. There's a lot to cover. Therefore, this one will be shared in 5 parts instead of 4. Meet me here on Tumblr each Friday for parts 1-4, and then we'll finish it up with the whole chapter on Ao3 for part 5.

Let's get into it!

CHAPTER FOUR - DUPLICITY (Part One)

Ryan goes after the psychologist who evaluated her after her mom’s death, and determined that she should serve out her time in a youth correctional facility.

JULY 1ST, 12:15 PM

Dr. Rhyme: “Robyn, would you say you’re happy being alone?”

Ryan fights back an offended scowl at the question and grins instead. While she’s talking to a psychologist whose job it is to seem sympathetic and invested in her clients’ wellness, Ryan finds her question audacious.

Ryan: “I’m used to it.”

Dr. Rhyme: “That’s not what I asked you, though. I asked if you were happy.”

Ryan: “I guess I’m not really sure how to answer that question.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Why don’t you try answering honestly, with whatever comes to mind?”

The truth never did Ryan any favors before, but sure, the more she could ground her responses in facts, the better.

Ryan: “It’s safer this way.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Safer for who?”

Everyone…

Ryan: “Everyone who was ever supposed to take care of me is gone.”

Dr. Rhyme: “Is that what you're looking for, now: someone to take care of you?”

Ryan: “I don’t need anyone...”

Dr. Rhyme: “Fair enough. So why are you really here then, Robyn?”

That question would be answered soon enough.

~~~~~

3 DAYS EARLIER, AFTER THE SIONIS PRESS CONFERENCE, THE HOLD UP

Ryan Wilder doesn’t panic. She plans. She improvises. She always keeps her head.

Each time she’s had to pivot due to something unexpected, it’s been purely tactical. She’s been taught to keep her emotions in check, so she's thoughtful, never reactive. Her simmering rage keeps her internal pilot light smoldering, and that's the only feeling she permits. Like an engine, if struck at the right angle, she could consume anything around her in flames, but with the right circumstances and maintenance, she can run for a long time this way.

Angelique working in the restaurant bar beneath her home is a can of aerosol that has the potential to spread her fire. For most, expecting yourself to anticipate any and everything that could happen so you're prepared for all possible outcomes would seem unreasonable. For Ryan, it's a mandate.

She turns, abruptly. She should have never come down here. And, way too in her head, she runs smack into Sophie, who reacts by wrapping her arms around her to prevent her from falling backwards. Ryan looks up and is as unready for the smirk on Sophie's lips as she was to see Angelique again.

Sophie: "Don't tell me you're already leaving."

Her voice is low because it can be, given that Ryan is pressed against her. Ryan swallows hard. It's becoming more difficult to fight off her panic. For every single reason, she needs to escape. She's worked too hard to reclaim her power to lose it all over these women, but there's no sign of power in her tone when she responds.

Ryan: "I've gotta go."

Somewhat confused, Sophie drops her arms, and Ryan steps back without another word or glance, so she can leave before things get worse.

13 YEARS AGO, GOTHAM CITY HIGH SCHOOL

Ryan is walking with her head down, because she’s reading her favorite comic, Ghost Kid. The comic is laying open on top of the stack of books she’ll need for her next set of classes, which are serving as a table. She’s doing a pretty good job of navigating the hallways filled with students without looking ahead of her, because this is something she has practice with and does on a regular basis. She moves through the crowds as though she’s noncorporeal, much like her favorite comic character.

Ryan stops outside of her classroom, and rests her back against one of the lockers, waiting until closer to the bell to enter, so she can avoid the classroom ruckus. Unfortunately, she’s chosen the locker of an older student with a full face of makeup, a low cleavage spaghetti strapped top, and a rule-breaking denim skirt, who needs to get the locker open. Instead of simply asking Ryan if she can get by, the blonde girl places her acrylic bubblegum pink nailed hand on top of Ryan’s comic and books, and pushes them downward so that they fall to the ground. Ryan looks up, taken aback and perplexed.

Blonde Girl: “This is a fresh-nerd free zone. So you’re going to have to find an elsewhere to be before your dweebiness seeps into my locker.”

Ryan doesn’t respond. She just kneels down to collect her books. A brunette who seems to share the blonde's sense of fashion and attitude walks over, smugly.

Brunette Girl: “God, could she be any slower? The boys aren’t going to wait all day for us.”

The blonde girl audibly sighs, and kicks one of Ryan's books further away, so Ryan can move from in front of her locker to chase the book. Before Ryan can decide how she wants to react, she hears the voice of a girl she has the next class with: Angelique.

Angelique: “Bitch, if you kick anything else of hers, I’m going to put my foot in your ass.”

Blonde Girl: “Who the fuck are you calling a bitch?”

Angelique: “You’re right. There are two bitches standing here, so let me clarify. I’m talking to you, BITCH!”

The blonde girl turns to hand her purse to her brunette friend, and before she can turn back around to face Angelique again, Ryan has jumped up and started pushing Angelique into the classroom, and the bell rings. Other students start rushing in behind them, before the teacher can close the door. Anyone who’s not inside once the door is closed is considered late for class.

It’s Biology class, so the students sit two to a table. Ryan and Angelique share a table toward the back, as far from the door as possible, and their usual table mates have no choice but to sit with each other once they realize all other seats are taken. Angelique is cracking her knuckles and staring at the door, clearly ready to go back out there and finish what she started. Ryan wraps a hand around her arm, hoping it’ll keep her seated. At the feel of Ryan’s touch, Angelique quickly shifts in her stool to face Ryan.

Ryan: “Thank you, but chill. Seriously, it’s cool.”

Angelique: “Nothing about that was cool.”

Ryan: “It’s not worth you getting kicked out, though. You know, in the end, she’ll be fine…”

Angelique: “Somebody needs to make her un-fine so she’ll stop doing shit like that. You didn’t deserve that.”

Ryan smiles at Angelique, appreciating her protectiveness. They didn’t even really know each other. Her smile breaks Angelique’s anger, and then their teacher begins addressing the class. Ryan drops her hand, feeling like Angelique has decided to stay put, and looks forward to give at least some of her attention to the lesson that’s being introduced. She can feel that Angelique hasn’t chosen to do the same.

~~~~~

JUNE 28TH, 6:00PM, KANE MANSION

Catherine: "What the hell just happened?"

Tyler sits in front of Jacob's desk as they both watch the news reports on his laptop following Roman Sionis’s renouncement from joining the mayoral race, and the leaked footage of his daughter’s crimes that came immediately afterwards. He is still desperately trying to connect dots from Sionis's history, to understand what enemies could have the motive, access, and resources to instigate such an elaborate attack. Both men turned their attention to Catherine when she abruptly barged into Jacob's office, after having wishing all of their perplexed guests a good evening.

Jacob: "You tell me. I knew you were cut throat, but you've had all of us fooled, pretending to care about Roman."

Tyler quickly looks back at Jacob. He had no idea Catherine was on the list of potential suspects.

Catherine: "How dare you call me an actor when you gallivanted with my closest friend all throughout our home and God knows where else."

Jacob: "And for that, you're willing to throw everything we've worked for away - this entire family's reputation?!"

Catherine: "ME! The fact that I still allow you within 20 feet of this family should tell you what I'm willing to do to protect it. That I tolerate you at all…"

Jacob: "You expect me to believe you had nothing to do with those videos being leaked to the press?"

Catherine: "Jacob Kane, what on this forsaken Earth are you talking about?"

Jacob: "...those emails were sent from inside The Crows."

Catherine: "And you'd rather accuse your vendetta seeking wife than admit to yourself that your shop is in worse shape than your home, and one of your underpaid rentacops cops has turned on you. So you're an adulterer and a narcissist. Gotham City's very own Man of the Year."

That was her final word. She turned away from them and stormed out as quickly as she entered, and Kate (who had been standing in the doorway about to enter, herself) had to shuffle out of the way to avoid a collision. She’d been approaching, equally curious about why Sionis had changed his mind…Her father's attention was already returned to Tyler.

Jacob: “She’s right about one thing. I can’t have anyone at The Crows undermining me. I don’t know who we can trust, and I need to get to the bottom of this immediately. Go get Moore, and don’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Whatever the price, whatever she needs, we’ll do it. But I know she’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Kate: “No, you can’t do that.”

Tyler: “Sir, I agree that seems unnecessary. I can handle it.”

Jacob: “Clearly you can’t. And why can’t I, Kate?”

Kate: “Sophie’s family is going through a lot right now. She’s taken on enough, already.”

Jacob: “What gives you jurisdiction over her life? Who exactly are you to her? And, don’t you have a company of your own to run? Why don’t you let Moore decide what’s best for her family, and you can prioritize yours for a change?”

It was a low blow, because her father knew that pointing out Kate had no influence over Sophie would sting.

Kate: “How have I done anything but prioritize this family? I was here tonight when I didn't even agree that Roman should have been running for Mayor. I did that for you…”

Jacob: “We all have obligations to maintain our lives. We play our roles, and most importantly stay in our lanes. You’re stepping outside of yours right now.”

Kate: “Dad, I’m not a child. I might live here, because I want to stay close to my sisters, but that doesn’t give you the right to control me.”

Jacob: “But you can control your ex girlfriend.”

The cold glare Kate gave her father should have frozen the entire room.

Jacob: “Tyler, go now. We don’t have any more time to waste. Get her terms, and we’ll meet them, but I need her on this.”

~~~~~

Tyler arrives at The Hold Up about an hour later. He heads straight to the bar, and requests a scotch from the new bartender, along with Sophie Moore’s presence. She approaches from the kitchen, and looks over him as soon as she sees him, stopping to stare before finally proceeding forward.

Sophie: “Tyler, right?”

Tyler: “Right.”

Sophie: “Got a suggestion for the menu or something?”

This was her wishing aloud, because dealing with anyone associated with a Kane was never that simple.

Tyler: “Actually, it’s not your restaurant management skills I’m here to talk about.”

Sophie pierces her lips. She can’t decide if this is news she wants or not. She had a feeling that The Crows wouldn’t wait forever, but also, she thought she’d have a little more time. It would have been nice to not have everything coming at her at once, but life would always life, at least hers would.

Sophie: “So Jacob Kane sent you. I guess that makes sense.”

Tyler: “Apparently, you’re the only one he can trust to uncover a recent cyber attack on The Crows, and he seems to think you’ll do a better job than I’ve done so far.”

Sophie: “I’d be flattered, but you’re obviously not thrilled about this.”

Tyler: “I was handling it, but I follow the chain of command. So, what’s it going to take to get you to say yes.”

Sophie isn’t sure how many more times she can tell Jacob Kane to wait before he’s no longer willing to.

Sophie: “Nothing has changed since I last asked for more time. In fact, things have actually gotten more complicated.”

Tyler: “So I heard…”

Sophie: “Huh?”

How could this Tyler guy know anything about her life when she only barely knows of him at all.

Tyler: “Kate told us not to bother you with this.”

Of course. Who else would mention Sophie to a relative stranger but Kate?

Sophie: “She did what?!”

Tyler can tell he’s struck the right nerve. He can work with this.

Tyler: “She seems to think you can’t handle this…”

Sure, that probably wasn’t exactly how Kate meant it, but words are always up for interpretation. Sophie smothers her agitation. She doesn’t want to let being challenged push her into doing something that she’ll regret, but she really hates people doubting her.

Sophie: “No one speaks for me but me.”

Tyler: “Alright then, why don't you have a drink with me so I can tell you what's going on, and we can discuss your terms?”

Her mom walks up behind her. There was no way to keep Diane away from the only other thing besides her girls that meant something to her. So, they agreed to a reduced schedule with more breaks, and a physical activity and nutrition plan to help with what her medications are trying to offset.

Diane: “Yes, go have a drink with this attractive young man.”

Sophie: “Mom, please!”

Sophie pulls her mom away from Tyler so she can at least pretend they have some privacy.

Diane: “I’ll hear nothing of it. Both Angelique and Jordan are here to oversee things so that I won’t have to work too hard. You can take an evening to yourself.”

Sophie rolls her eyes, and then responds in a hushed tone, hoping her mom will follow suit.

Sophie: “Sure, let’s pretend anyone else is in charge when you’re around. Oh, and like Angelique is the most trustworthy person ever! I still can’t believe you hired her without talking to me first.”

Diane: “You said I needed help…”

Sophie: “From me! That’s why I’m here, Mom!”

Diane: “And you’re well on your way to ending up just like me with the way you work. We could both use a little more time away from this bar… Besides, everyone deserves a second chance. Let’s see how the girl does.”

Sophie rolls her eyes again, this time because she knows her mom’s right, about all of it, and she kind of hates that. Tyler interjects, making it clear he could hear everything her mom said.

Tyler: “Sounds like you’re running out of arguments, Moore. I'm going to guess you weren't the go-to for interrogations at the DOD.”

Diane: “Go! I’ll be fine.”

Sophie stops debating because she's outnumbered, and walks towards the back of the bar, so she can go into the office and collect what she needs to leave with Tyler.

~~~~~

To be continued...

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[tsuki-sennin]

*Deep breath* Wahahahaha~! Make way, peons! It's a festival, a festival I say! Coming to Sorashido City whether you like it or not! Wahahahaha! So... Princess Elle of Sky Land is feeling great sorrow? Well now... we can hardly have that now can we?

This tremendous sweet sixteen for Hirogaru Sky PreCure! Is it a worthy telling of such an iconic legend?

Oh, by the way, by the time you're likely reading this, it's the birthday of our very own Tsubasa Yuunagi~!

By the way, here be spoilers! You'd best tread with caution!

-Everywhere I go... I see his face. Tarou-san...

-Bwuh? Oh yeah, Ranborgs.

-And Captain Shalala just dipped.

-By the way Sora, I'm very proud of you for kicking so much ass last episode, you were awesome.

-Ageha, now hardly seems the time for puns.

-The birthday boy grits his teeth.

-Hello, Yoyo-san.

-"What's their fucking deal, Grandma?"

-Light and shadow. Heaven and Hell. North Carolina and South Carolina.

-Ohhhhhh!

-K

-Kira Kira Energy.

-...this feels oddly familiar.

-An apothecary~!

-Papa, Mama, yes~!

-Aw :(

-Kanashimi o taiji shite yu- No Tsuki! Restrain yourself. It's not yet time.

-Uhhhhh, theme song! I forget if I talked about it yet, but it's delightfully hopeful and (as expected of a Toei franchise) masterfully composed. The percussion especially is immaculate, a good percussion section knows exac

-Onitaijin.

-Ohhhh, puppet show~!

-Pretty Princess Butterfly.

-You are very based, Tsubasa. I forgive you, you filthy crimin- *Smack!* Focus!

-Momotaro~!

-We must hurry to Onigashima.

-Well, we could retell the story with an odd cast from previous seasons... Love/Peach would make a good Momotaro just off her name alone, you could make a strong argument for casting Kokone/Spicy or Akira/Chocolat as the dog, Asuka/Flamingo of course could be the pheasant as it's a neorinthe like a flamingo...

-I'm not quite sure who'd be the monkey in this case. ...Ako/Muse, perhaps? I'm genuinely not sure, I only started watching Suite a little while ago, but she does give me monkey vibes. Minori/Papaya'd make a good substitute if you don't think that counts though.

-She shreep

-Puppet play~!

-Don! Don! Donbura ko!

-Don Elletaro~! Fully formed and armed to the teeth!

-Prop recycling~! Wouldn't be a Toei production without it, huh?

-Well, you know how it is, Mashiron! Everybody loves to play with the tropes of fairy tales~! It's why we as a society love Shrek so much. And RWBY... and I guess if you're me, Saber.

-Yooooo! Nippon Ichi!

-Dango~!

-Furry Sora Jumpscare!

-Keep your face out of the kibble and we'll be just fine.

-Free Bread~!

-Elleeeetaro Zan, Elletaro Zan!

-And now... a Haiku.

Light from the blue sky

Caught in the shining prisms

Rainbows gayly form.

-Y'know, Shinichi would be giving Mashiro girl advice. And she'd go for it.

-We're all going pretty quick, eh? Mmmm... Momotaro had to do a bit of walking after.

-...there is a surprising (read: distressing) level of similarity between Tsubasa (Yuunagi, moderate amount of issues) and Tsuyoshi (Kijino, lots of issues).

-Y'know, male character in a predominantly female role, used for comic relief fairly often, being wildly popular among fans on Tumblr... all I'm saying is you might wanna keep an eye on Wing's love life. For his sake, and ours.

-We laughed, we cried, we had wacky misunderstandings, we had insane romance subplots, people died and came back, Kaito was there...

-To the port!

-Onigashima! Where the ogres gather.

-Ohhhhhhh

-There's something about the Underg, huh Granny?

-Elletaro's companions stand resolute in spite of their fears.

-This is the good stuff.

-...apparently the princess isn't quite a big fan. ...give it a few more minutes, it'll be really good.

-Here comes creepy Battamonda~! Who... most assuredly is not a Noto analogue. That's probably better reserved for Captain Shalala or from a certain perspective Kabaton.

-Oniiiiiiiiii~!

-Ageha may be voicing the Oni, but she's definitely no Haruka. ...if anything, she's much more of a Jiro type. Arguably even more so than whatever Fifth Cure we'll be getting.

-Hirogaru-ki!

-The special effects are ruined! Your suit budget is in shambles! The shippers are going apeshit!

-She walks!

-She speaks!

-She's done it!

-Baa~!

-The cloud has lifted.

-For Elletaro! Princess Elletaro~!

-...so uh... where're Sora's parents in all this?

-I don't mean to ruin this nice moment, but I find it a little concerning that they don't seem to have been appearing much.

-BIRDS

-"What up, fellas?"

-Instead of kidnapping, Battamonda prefers a spot of murder.

-Whoa, perfect catch!

-Hell yeah, Prism Punch!

-I love how floaty these fight scenes are.

-Down they go!

-Eat my ass, Battamonda.

-Keep moving forward! The princess says so!

-Wahahahahahahahaha! Shine on, dear companions!

-Whoa! Flash Bang!

-Man, the Sky Mirage just seems like a really neat little toy to play with.

-Into the mirror~! Okay!

-Mermaid Aqua Pot Moment.

-Have you considered maybe you're just a moron?

-Thank you again, Elle-chan.

-Walk style.

-Elletaro-san~! Elletaro-san~!

-Bread...

-So let's get the party started~! Don Don, Iitokomikke~! Tokuige! Ni mune harou ze Brother! WOO!

-Ah, uh, outro, outro! Very catchy, love the rhyme structure, the Butterfly teasing is making me seethe and cope, get your skinny ass in there already babe.

-Mashiron must run! And never look back!

-Now if you excuse me, I do believe I have an installment of a certain other franchise to get back to. One that also involves floating sky kingdoms, ancient legends, knights and heroes, a pig-themed villain, wildly bucking franchise conventions, gender stuff, and horrifying underground monstrosities.

-...look I could've just said "Zelda" and there'd have been no question, but that's okay, see youuuuuu~!

[performing-personhood]

This PostSecret isn't mine, but it could've been - until recently.

Look, I'm a cischick married to a cisman. We have a house and two cars and a couple cats, he's a professional, I'm staying at home working through my nervous breakdown. We live a VERY heteronormative life, which can cause some distress for an overthinker like me who's spent their life smack in the middle of several social spectra*.

*(My body type is midsized, which is a concept that didn't exist until the 2010s. I'm quick and intelligent, but not highly educated. I have some learning difficulties but not enough to pathologize. I was homeschooled, but I was also raised an atheist. I'm neurodivergent and have several mental illnesses but I can mask effectively. I'm attracted to basically everybody on the gender spectrum, but I'm grey-ace. This Middleness has been a lifelong problem for me.)

So even though I'm queer and my husband also identifies as queer, I just figured there wasn't anything "extremely different" enough about us to be.... idk, qualified for entry to the LGBTQIA+ community. Like maybe communities are built for people that "can't pass" and because he and I can pass, we'd be taking up space that wasn't really intended for us.

And you know what, maybe that's true - it certainly was in the 90s and 00s when I was growing up, for many excellent reasons that I deeply respect. But the (maybe only) great part about growing up is seeing younger people make changes we couldn't. The young people are dissolving the boundaries of spectra, throwing open gates and inviting everyone. Bless them all.

So it wasn't until this year when I joined Tumblr that I learned about the concept "bi for bi."

Which is such a clever way to headcanon queerness into media with very hetero representation, and if that had been a thing when I was a teenager my fanfic would have looked VASTLY DIFFERENT. But you know what else it's good for?

Validating the subtle queerness of my personal life. It makes me feel like the fact that he and I easily pass as straight but are actually pretty fucking gay is something of a titillating secret. (Secret is the wrong word, we aren't closeted, it's more of a "we'll tell you if asked, we're just not sure it matters" situation and idk a better word for that.) Like there's something quietly exotic and exciting that you'd never know about otherwise. The same vibe as wearing decadent lingerie under a simple clothing.

So, thank you for that. It's really a neat feeling.

[askbaxterandfrankie]

Greetings Interwebs!

Baxter: Greetings internet dwellers! I am Baxter! the greatest scientist of our time! I have created this little "Tumblr blog" to spread the word of my genius across the world! Now my little subjects, bow down and tremble in my presence or I shall subject you to the host heinest experiments known to man! For you see, I am your god now! I am your messiah! I am your deity! I am your-

(Baxter gets smacked in the head by Frankie)

Baxter: Ow!

Frankie: Dad! Don't scare people into following our blog! No one's gonna join if you threaten them.

Baxter: Grrr~ damn it 2F-03K1! I was in the middle of a monologue! Do you have any idea how long it took me to write that?!

Frankie: It can't have taken that long. Also, my name's Frankie.

Baxter: Ya, ya, whatever "Frankie," just finish up with this "blog" thingy! I need a damn ice pack...

(Baxter walks off grumbling to himself)

Frankie: Eh, whatever. anyways, Hi everyone! My name is Frankie, I'm 16 days old, my pronouns are they/them, and me and my dad are starting this little ask blog! So if you have any questions for the two of us, go ahead and ask! We'll try to respond to them as soon as we can!

(An explosion goes off near the kitchen)

Frankie: GAH! What the fuck was that?!

Baxter: 2F-O3K1! HELP! I WAS LOOKING FOR AN ICE PACK AND ONE OF MY EXPERIMENTS EXPLODED! MY GOD EVERYTHING IS MELTING!

Frankie: Shit! Uh, gotta go everyone! My dad's having a little trouble in the kitchen, so I'd better go help him. Hope to hear from you guys soon! (Runs off to the kitchen) Goddamn it Dad!

[genshinluvr]

Through the Kamera Lens | Obsessed with You 2

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Itto has gotten a new kamera from the Deputy of the Arataki Gang, Kuki Shinobu. He decides to take pictures with every chance he gets and has chosen you to be the model for his candid shots. At first, you didn't mind that it was Itto that was taking these pictures of you, but what if it wasn't just Itto that had been taking pictures of you while you were unaware of it? Random pictures of you start to appear in your bedroom, and soon, these pictures are accompanied by letters from your new secret admirer.

Note: To be honest, I didn't really expect to be making a second part of "Obsessed with You," but here we are! I swear, for the past month, it's like many things have been testing my patience, and I have been through hell and back because of the things that have been happening in my personal life. I'm not entirely sure what next week's fic is going to be about; I'm leaning more towards another individual character fanfiction because it's also a request. But we'll have to wait and see since I do have an almost 10-hour orientation to go to for my university this coming week. I can't skip out on it or leave early because our attendance is tracked, and I won't be able to register for my classes if I don't stay for almost 10 hours there. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of murder, stalking, pictures taken without consent, suggestive themes are mentioned

Word Count: 10.9k

Read Part 1 of Obsessed with You [here]!

“Say Beetles!”

CLICK!

You flinched and covered your eyes after the light flashed in your eyes. “Wow, that’s a really bright kamera flash.” You said, trying to blink away the dark spots that would appear each time you blink.

“Itto, you buffoon! You could’ve blinded [Y/N] with that kamera flash!” Childe scolds the oni, lightly smacking Itto upside of his head before snatching the kamera from Itto’s hands to inspect the image that Itto has taken of you. A film slowly slides out from the kamera; Childe takes the film out from the kamera and begins to wave it in the air gently.

Xiao examines Childe before asking, “What are you doing to that film?” He approaches Childe and snatches the picture from Childe’s hands. Xiao looks at the picture but does not see you in the photo that Itto has suddenly taken of you. Diluc looks over Xiao’s shoulders, his arms over his chest while trying to get a better look at the picture.

“I’m not seeing anything,” Diluc stated, turning over to Itto and Childe.

“Aw man, did the picture not develop!?” Itto groans, walking over to where Xiao and Diluc stood before taking the picture from Xiao’s grasp. Childe leans over to get a better look, only to stifle his laughter behind the palm of his hands while Zhongli studies the white film in Itto’s hands.

“The photograph did develop; your thumb was in the way,” Zhongli stated with an amused smile appearing on his face. You snorted and got up from your seat before taking the picture from Itto’s hands to get a much clearer look at the photo that Itto had taken of you.

“Zhongli’s right, Itto.” You said, handing the photo back to the tall oni. “Your thumb got in the way of the lens and pretty much covered most of the picture.”

“If you want to take a picture of [Y/N], maybe have someone else do it instead,” Dainsleif says, resting his arm on your shoulders. “Capturing beauty can be complicated, but with patience and skill, it should be a cakewalk,” Dainsleif added, glancing down at you. You felt your face becoming hot from his comment and gaze; you cleared your throat shyly while trying to find a way to distract yourself from feeling flustered.

“Dainsleif, you smooth talker!” You teased, lightly batting at his arm before snuggling up against him with a smile on your face.

“Hey, I want some snuggles too, sweet thing.” Kaeya approaches you with his arms over his chest, with a teasing yet endearing smile on his face. 

You looked at Dainsleif, who nodded his head almost hesitantly. You walked over to Kaeya and wrapped your arms around his slim waist while he snaked his arms around your shoulders, pressing kisses on your head repeatedly. You smiled with contentment and sighed happily, cheeks pressing up against Kaeya’s chest. The door to the abode flies open as Heizou, Aether, Thoma, and Ayato walk through the door. They had a grim look on their face, making everyone in the living area stop what they were doing.

“Hey, you four! What’s with those expressions on your faces?” Gorou asks his ears twitching with anxiety.

“There’s a dead body that was found in Liyue Harbor,” Heizou stated, his eyes scanning everyone’s faces to see their reaction. Your eyes widen while the others look at Heizou in shock and confusion. A dead body found in Liyue Harbor? 

Venti asks softly, “Is there a murderer going around in Liyue?” Diluc and Kaeya held onto you tightly while you pressed your body up against theirs, feeling your hands becoming damp with sweat. You didn’t know if there were murderers on the loose in Teyvat, ones that have yet to be identified. While the Harbingers are residing at the abode with you and the other men, you were sure that they weren’t the ones that were killing people at random times. Plus, Childe and Scaramouche did say that the other four Harbingers have not done much Fatui business other than paperwork and interrogations.

Albedo strokes his chin before asking, “Do you have any other information on this situation?” He looks at Heizou, Aether, Thoma, and Ayato curiously. At the same time, the news of a body being discovered in Liyue Harbor was sudden. Albedo was wondering what could be the cause of death of this murder victim.

Aether looks over at Heizou, who signaled him to respond, “The body was found floating face down in the harbor. He’s a young male in his twenties, Liyuen, and the Millelith is still trying to identify him.” 

Thoma pressed his lips together before slowly speaking up, “People are speculating that the unidentified person was murdered or that he could have died from an accidental drowning.” That got everyone thinking. Accidental drowning could be a possibility, especially when Heizou, Aether, and Thoma have yet to mention whether there was bodily harm on the corpse or not.

Ayato hums, his eyebrows furrowing as he is deep in his thoughts. “When we approached the scene of the crime, we noticed something interesting about the victim,” Ayato says, looking up at everyone with an intense gaze.

Baizhu leans forward in his seat, “And what would that be, Lord Ayato?” His golden eyes sparked with curiosity.

“While the Millelith is trying to identify the body, we,” Ayato points at himself and the other three men that stood beside him, “know the identity of the victim.” 

Kazuha looks intrigued, “Oh? You four know the identity of the deceased person?” He asks thoughtfully.

Thoma nods his head, “Yes, we know the identity of the deceased person.” Thoma looks nervous but is eyeing two people in particular as he replies to Kazuha’s question.

“In fact, all of you know the deceased person, even [Y/N],” Heizou says. Everyone in the room began to murmur to one another, trying to think of someone that everyone in the room knew. Someone that isn’t living in the abode, nor are they dating you. 

Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face out of frustration. “Can’t you four tell us who the deceased person is?!” Scaramouche demands with a scowl that emerges on his face. “I’m sick of these mind games you four are pulling on all of us! Just tell us the name of the dead person!” 

“The dead person is Yifan.” Aether blurts out.

“Yifan?!” Everyone around you chorused, looking at one another in disbelief. The last time everyone saw Yifan was when the other men made sure that Yifan had stayed away from you. To hear about Yifan’s sudden death and his body appearing in the harbor, face down, felt suspicious. While Childe, Scaramouche, and the other thirteen men had beat Yifan to a pulp just for stalking you and making you feel unsafe in the abode, they didn’t kill Yifan. Or, at least that’s what you think.

“Which one of you killed Yifan?” You ask, turning to face the seventeen men in the living room. All of the men held their hands up in the air to show that they had nothing to do with the sudden death of Yifan. You hum, poking the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue while trying to think of a person that could be the reason why Yifan is deceased. While you disliked Yifan for being a total creep with no boundaries, you don’t think he would suddenly take his own life away. If the men in front of you had denied being involved with Yifan’s death, then who could be the one that killed Yifan?

“Dearest, I believe that you’re thinking way too much into this. Yifan is dead, yes, but none of us have anything to do with his death.” Zhongli says, walking up to you to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah! If we wanted him dead, we would’ve killed him the night he snuck into the abode!” Childe exclaims.

Diluc lets out a slow sigh, “I would hate to agree with the Harbinger, but he is right. If we wanted him dead, we would’ve killed him that night.” 

“Then what could be the cause of his death? Well, who could be the one that killed Yifan?” Venti ponders, his lyre materializing in his hands while he hops onto the wooden stool. 

You didn’t think that anyone could be the cause of Yifan’s death. As much as your boyfriends despise the deceased Liyuen man, they wouldn’t go that far to kill someone if they were to overstep the boundaries. Although some of your boyfriends won’t hesitate to kill someone for you, they still have some self-control and wouldn’t kill someone because someone had made you feel uncomfortable. At the same time, Yifan has crossed numerous boundaries that you had created to keep a great distance between you and him.

“If none of us killed Yifan, then who was it that killed him? Surely his death couldn’t be accidental.” Kaeya says, looking at the others skeptically.

“It was me, your honor! I am the murderer.” Dottore says dramatically, entering the estate with the other three Harbingers following in tow. Dottore had on a smug smile before sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide before resting his hands on his thighs.

“You killed Yifan!?” Gorou asks, his eyes widening in shock and fear.

Pantalone chuckles, looking at the seventeen men with a pleased look on his face.“Of course, we’re going to kill someone that has overstepped our beloved’s boundaries. People like him shouldn’t even be allowed to live long, don’t you agree?” He raises his eyebrows at the other men in the room with the corner of his lips quirked up.

“A man as vile as Yifan doesn’t deserve to live,” Pierro gruffly states. 

“As if they’re any better than Yifan?” Kazuha whispers to Albedo, who subtly nods his head in agreement.

“It’s a bit ironic, isn’t it?” Albedo murmurs, looking at the four Harbingers through his thick lashes.

Baizhi raises his eyebrows at Kazuha and Albedo before muttering to the two shorter men, “A bit ironic? I believe you meant that it’s very ironic.” 

“Anyone who isn’t a Harbinger is better than those four,” Xiao grumbles, tightening his grip around his biceps.

Childe and Scaramouche walk over to the gossiping four with their arms over their chest; both Childe and Scaramouche do not look amused at all. Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, and Baizhu fall silent when the two Harbingers step in front of them— well, one harbinger and one ex-harbinger.

Childe lets out a long exhale, giving the four men a fake smile before stating the obvious, “You know that both Scaramouche and I are Harbingers, right?”

“Oh? What’s this?” Capitano asks, picking up the white film from the floor before inspecting it. The other three Harbingers walk over to Capitano to get a closer look at the item that Capitano held in his hands. Dottore took the small film from Capitano’s hands and held it up to the light, his eyes squinting behind his mask.

“It looks like an undeveloped photograph,” Dottore commented, handing it over to Pantalone, who now held it close to his face to get a clear look at the picture.

Pantalone hums to himself before shaking his head, “The photograph is developed; someone’s thumb is in the way of the lens, that’s all.” Pantalone places the image on the ottoman before turning toward the other men with a smile on his face.

“Wait, I’m on the fence.” You spoke up, your eyebrows narrowing while examining the four Harbingers who were looking back at you. They looked at you with curiosity as you walked up to them and then looked over at the men. “I don’t think they’re the ones that killed Yifan. Yes, Yifan is a weirdo and deserves the absolute worst, but I don’t think these four killed Yifan.” You said, chewing on your bottom lip.

Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Scaramouche, and Zhongli raised their eyebrows at you. They couldn’t tell if you were serious or not. After all, you don’t know what the other four Harbingers are like— especially Dottore. It was weird to see these four bloodthirsty Harbingers decide to put on a mask and pretend that they care about you when in reality, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you off if the Cryo archon were to order them to do so.

Diluc takes a deep breath, “[Y/N], care to explain why you don’t think these four psychopathic murders didn’t kill Yifan? They did admit to it.” 

“I didn’t say that they weren’t the ones that didn’t kill Yifan. To me, I see it as a fifty-fifty kind of situation because instead of them killing Yifan, these four Harbingers would’ve made him suffer by torturing him and experimenting on him until Yifan begs them to kill him already.” You said, tapping on your chin with your pointer finger.

“[Y/N] has a point, but none of the four men— Ayato, Thoma, Aether, and Heizou didn’t clarify whether there’s bodily harm on the corpse or not,” Kaeya commented.

“Why do we care about Yifan’s death again? Last time I checked, we all hated the man, and now we’re trying to find out who killed the creepy stalker?” Scaramouche asks, throwing his head back before rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah! Let’s get back to taking pictures!” Itto says, holding up the kamera with a giddy grin on his face, waving it around for people in the living area to see.

Ever since someone gifted Itto a kamera (it was Kuki Shinobu that gifted Itto the kamera, she was hoping that it would keep him out of trouble), Itto has been going around, taking pictures of people without them knowing. In your world, they’re called candid pictures, but to Itto, he likes taking pictures of people when they’re caught off guard. It was funny and fit the theme that he was going for. For example, Itto took a photo of Diluc and Zhongli tying their hair while having a conversation. The picture looked nice, and Itto was quite proud of it! 

But then he took a photo of Childe while Childe was in the middle of sneezing; Itto howled with laughter when the picture developed and showed the hilarious face that Childe had made while he was sneezing. Disgruntled, Childe wrestled with Itto on the ground while trying to take the hideous photo of himself out from Itto’s hands. The two rolled around on the ground, shouting profanities at each other while having a death grip on the picture of Childe.

“What are you two fighting over?” Kazuha asks, leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face. Itto and Childe stop squirming around on the floor before looking at the young samurai like a deer caught in headlights, but they continue to hold onto the horrendous image of Childe with an iron grip, both refusing to let go.

“Itto took a really awful picture of me, and he wouldn’t let me get rid of it!” Childe exclaims, pulling on the white photograph with a scowl on his face.

Itto lets out a “pfft!” before yanking the film from Childe’s hands, pushing the ginger-haired Harbinger off him before getting up from the ground. “Of course, I’m not going to get rid of the picture, Childe! It’s hilarious, and I believe that it perfectly captures who you are!” Itto says, striking a dramatic pose with a peace sign in front of his right eye and a huge mocking grin on his face. Aether and Heizou pop out from behind Itto, snatching the photograph from Itto’s hands to get a closer look at it. Almost immediately, Heizou and Aether burst out laughing, holding onto their side.

“We need to show [Y/N] this! I bet they will love it!” Heizou says; Aether gives Heizou a mischievous grin, nodding his head in agreement. 

Childe sputters in disbelief after hearing what Heizou has suggested to Aether. Before Childe could protest, Aether and Heizou disappeared with the unpleasant photo of Childe, running up the stairs to where your bedroom was. Childe lets out a strained gasp before releasing Itto and running after Heizou and Aether. Aether and Heizou burst into your bedroom, chests heaving from the amount of running they’ve done, panting before running over to where you were lying. Heizou and Aether go silent for a moment, glancing over at each other with wide eyes. They look over at the clock in your bedroom, only to see that it is still early in the morning.

“We should go, [Y/N] is still sleeping! We wouldn’t want to disturb their sleep just to show this horrendous picture of Childe.” Aether says, nudging Heizou while walking over towards your bedroom door.

Heizou begins to sputter, “But we have to show it to them now! What if Childe goes Foul Legacy on this piece of horrendous artwork!?” Heizou whines, waving the picture in Aether’s face. Aether opens his mouth to reply, only for Childe to appear at the doorway, panting while glaring at them with murder in his eyes. Aether and Heizou look over at each other, gulping. Without a second thought, Aether and Heizou bolt over to where you were sleeping, both climbing into your bed and under the mountain of blankets, clinging to your unconscious body. You cracked your eyes open, feeling groggy from your sleep.

You felt something— or someone, cling to you tightly. You lift your blankets, only to see the two anemo users staring up at you with wide eyes. “Aether? Heizou? What are you two doing?” You mumble, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before yawning. You tossed the blanket off your body to cool down after feeling your body beginning to overheat from the two people attaching themselves to your body.

Aether and Heizou don’t say anything; they gesture to each other for a moment. Childe was now standing at the foot of your bed, glaring down at both Aether and Heizou. You slowly sat up on your bed but quickly fell down with Aether and Heizou still clinging to you with something in both their hands.

“Oh? What’s this?” You ask, reaching down to grab the item from their hands.

Childe screams, “No! Don’t grab it!” He jumps forward to grab the image from your hands, only for Aether to yank it towards his chest. Childe lands on top of you, knocking the air out from your lungs. What a lovely way to wake up from your sleep. You let out a strangled gasp and tried to push Childe off you while trying to catch your breath. Childe lifts himself off you and gives you a sheepish smile, brushing your messy hair away from your face.

“Morning, snookums! You look super cute today with the dried drool on the side of your lips that trailed down your adorable yet squishy cheeks.” Childe grins at you cheekily before wiping the corner of your lips and cheeks. 

You whined and pushed Childe’s face away, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. How dare he point out the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you? Especially in front of Aether and Heizou! Childe laughs loudly before burying his face into the crook of your neck, snuggling up against you while wrapping his arms around you tightly. He begins to pepper kisses on your face, completely forgetting about what his goals were before bursting into your bedroom to catch Aether and Heizou. While Childe was completely distracted, Aether nudges you before handing you the picture. You grabbed it from Aether’s hands and flipped it around to see what the film was.

While you were staring at the picture with tired eyes, the other men entered your room to see what the commotion was. Once your vision cleared up, you attempted to stifle your laughter. The longer you stared at the picture, the more it was harder for you not to laugh. Childe lifts his face up from your neck and tilts his head to the side to see what you were laughing at. To his horror, it was the horrendous picture of him mid-sneeze. You burst out laughing; your head was thrown back against your pillow, your body shaking with laughter.

“What is [Y/N] laughing at?” Thoma asks, walking closer to the bed. Childe snatches the picture from your hands before getting up from your bed and running off with it. Behind your closed lids, you saw a flash of light and the sound of a kamera shutter. You cracked your eyes open, your laughter slowly dying down as you tried to sit up on your bed. You wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks and clutched onto your now sore stomach. 

“That is the best thing I’ve ever seen!” You said, slowly getting out of your bed. You try to detangle your hair with your hands, your face scrunching up when you feel a tug at your scalp while detangling your hair. “Oh, great.” You mumbled, walking over to your brush to brush out the tangled strands. 

Itto hands an image of you over to Venti and Gorou before holding his kamera up to take more pictures of you while you are distracted with your hair. In the photo, you looked so happy. Just looking at the picture made Gorou and Venti smile, their hearts swelling at the sweet sight in front of them. The view of your smile and the sound of your laughter never fails to make them happy. In fact, they felt like they have fallen for you all over again.

“What a beautiful smile.” Gorou whispers, his cheeks tinged pink while keeping his eyes on the picture in Venti’s hands.

Venti let out a soft exhale, his left hand coming up to press against his racing heart, his cheeks tinted pink at the sight of your smile. “I think I’ve fallen in love with them all over again,” Venti says softly, looking up at where you sat while trying to get the knot out of your hair, your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, your lips puckered in an adorable pout. Itto quickly held his kamera up to his face and quickly took another picture of you; your eyes widened, and you glanced over in Itto’s direction. Itto lowers the kamera from his face and pulls the developing film from the slot, and waves it in the air with an excited smile on his face.

“Did you just take another picture of me?” You ask, blinking at the oni that was across the room. Itto gives you a massive smile before taking another picture of you. You felt your pupils shink from the flash; you drop the brush onto your lap before you rub your eyes with a mumble. If Itto continues to take pictures of you, you might become blind from the flash that came from the kamera.

“Oi! I’m going to go blind if you keep taking pictures of me with the flash on!” You exclaimed, glaring at Itto playfully.

“As if you weren’t blind already, you find those Harbingers attractive,” Xiao says, sitting down at the edge of your bed. You looked at Xiao with your mouth wide open, speechless. 

You scoffed in disbelief, the corners of your lips quirking up in a smile. “Listen, you didn’t need to call me out like that, XiaoXiao.” You said, pouting at the yaksha before grabbing the brush on your lap to continue to brush out the knots in your hair. “Man, this knot is really annoying.” You groaned, tightening your grip around the brush.

Albedo walks over to you and gently takes the brush from your hands, “May I?” Albedo asks, pointing at your other hand that was holding onto the strands of hair that are tangled together. You nodded your head and scooted closer to Albedo. He stood behind you and grabbed onto the knotted parts of your hair before gently brushing out the knots. Another flash of light blinds you; you groan and cover your face with your hands.

You groaned, “Itto!” You looked up from your hands and at the joyful oni. It seems like Itto really enjoys the kamera that was gifted to him. You wonder how many pictures Itto is going to be taking before he runs out of films for the kamera. “‘Bedo, if I go blind because of Itto, will you make new eyes for me?” You ask, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

“That’s a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Dainsleif asks; you scrunched your face up before muttering something under your breath. Albedo cracks a smile before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss on top of your head; you smile shyly before letting yourself melt into his arms.

“Albedo is my favorite out of all of you, by the way.” You said, turning around and burying your face into Albedo’s chest. “He showers me with affection, and he happily detangles my hair for me.” You added, snuggling up to Albedo like a cat.

Baizhu chuckles softly, “I don’t think you should be saying that when there are possessive people in the relationship.” 

You slowly pulled away from Albedo and blinked, coming to the realization that Baizhu was right. You were doing nothing but putting a target on Albedo’s forehead just by saying that he’s your favorite person. You slowly turned to the other men and saw the look on their faces, it was unreadable, but you could clearly see that the others were not happy over the fact that you said that you favor Albedo.

You sighed dramatically with a lighthearted eye roll, “Okay, okay, you’re all my favorite!” Everyone perked up at your comment. “But if any of you do anything to wrong me or make me feel dumb, the percentage in favoritism goes down by one percent.” You joked, pointing an accusing finger at each man in the room.

“Well, gentlemen, it looks like I will be the one to be in the lead,” Zhongli says, crossing his arms over his chest with a faint smile on his face. The others around him scoff at Zhongli’s comment. As if Zhongli would be the one you’ll favor the most; it’ll be them that you’ll prefer instead!

“I’m joking, I’m joking. There won’t be any favoritism going on; I love each and every single one of you equally! No competitions!” You said, getting up from your seat before feeling for the knotted hair, only to notice that Albedo was able to get it out for you. “Anyway, since I was rudely woken up by my two sweet boyfriends hiding under my blankets and clinging to me, I think breakfast would be nice.” You said, stretching your limbs before cracking your knuckles and your neck, causing the other men in the room to flinch at the sound. 

“Babe! You know that we’re not the only ones that had rudely woken you up from your sleep! Childe was the one that jumped on you!” Aether exclaims, latching himself onto you with a dramatic pout on his face.

Diluc’s eyes widen in shock, “He jumped on you?” Before you could respond, Diluc stormed out of the room to search for the ginger-haired Harbinger. You could see the steam coming out of Diluc’s ears, his face red with anger.

“I think we should stop him before they kill each other.” You said nervously, rushing after Diluc to make sure that he doesn’t kill Childe over it. 

Needless to say, ever since Itto was gifted a kamera from Kuki Shinobu, the oni has been going around, taking pictures of people. But the person that he took photos of the most was you, and it was always while you minded your business. The men weren’t pleased about it at first, but then Itto had to bribe them with the option of him taking pictures of you and certain men together without the two of you noticing him with a kamera from a long distance. Itto was pretty much the abode’s private paparazzi, except he had good intentions.

The photos that Itto has taken of you and the other men consisted of you napping with one of them, cooking with them, sparring with one of them, snuggling up against one of them while they read a book to you, and many more. The pictures that Itto has taken of you and the men would be either framed on walls or kept in a photo album that Pierro had oh-so graciously gifted to Itto for his newfound hobby. Now Itto has a collection of photo albums where it’s just you and the men (and him, of course) doing regular coupley things together! It was sweet, and you loved every bit of the memories that Itto has captured through the kamera lens.

Until one day, you saw a photograph on the floor of your bedroom, slipped from underneath the door when you were all alone in the abode when the men were out. You got up from your seat and squatted down to grab the picture, curiosity getting ahold of you. You flipped the film over, only to see that it was an image of you, laying on a hammock underneath a tree in the abode, immersed in the book you were reading. You would think that it’s a nice candid picture of you until you’d realize that someone had taken the photo of you while you’re all alone in the abode.

“Huh, that’s strange. Did Itto take this picture of me before he left?” You ask yourself, slowly getting up from the area where you were squatting down at. 

You walked over to your desk and placed the photograph on your desk, not thinking much of it. Maybe Itto did take a candid shot of you before he left the abode with the others, but even if he did, how did the picture end up in your room when he and the others haven’t returned to the estate? You sat down at your desk and stared at the photo that was taken of you, trying to remember the moment Itto took this picture of you, but nothing came to your mind.

You shrugged your shoulders and scratched your head while muttering, “I’m thinking too much into this.” You got out of your seat and laid in your bed, pulling your blanket up to your neck with a quiet sigh. Maybe Itto did take this picture of you, or perhaps the other men snapped this photograph of you, who knows. Either way, the photo came out nicely, and you sort of liked it! Maybe you’ll hang it up on your wall or something, but for now, you just want to take a nap until the men return to the mansion. When the men returned to the abode, you didn’t mention anything to them about the random photograph that was on your bedroom floor. Instead, you acted like nothing had happened and kept the image hidden from the men. Plus, you keeping that one picture hidden from your boyfriends isn’t really a big deal, right?

Gorou plops down on the couch beside you, his arms automatically snaking around your waist as he snuggles up against you. “So, did anything interesting happen while we were gone?” He asks, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your cheeks.

“No! I was bored out of my mind!” You whined, letting your body become limp in Gorou’s grapes, sniffling playfully before burying your face into his chest. “I was so bored that I was contemplating on getting a job somewhere in Teyvat!” You said, looking up at Gorou, then at your boyfriends who were sitting around you and Gorou.

Kaeya smiles, moving your legs to sit down where you once sat before letting your legs rest on his thighs. Kaeya brushes your messy hair from your face, “A job, you say? Do you want to work for the Knights of Favonious?” Diluc makes a disgusted noise, causing you to crack a smile. 

“I don’t know! I don’t believe that anything government related is my thing. Since I’m not technically from your world and nor am I a citizen of any of the regions in Teyvat, I prefer a job that is simple!” You said. “Plus, I get stressed easily and don’t work well under pressure.” You quickly added.

Zhongli interjects, “Well, working is never easy. Have you thought about continuing your education of some sort? You are a student in your world, correct?” He looks at you curiously.

You nod your head, “That’s correct. I was a university student in my world way before I was brought into your world. But I’m not sure if I can continue my education in Teyvat when the things I learn in my world are very different from what people in Teyvat learn.” You said, tapping on your chin while Gorou played with your hair.

Kazuha hums softly to himself while stroking his chin before inquiring, “Doesn’t that mean that [Y/N] will have to start at a grade school level and work their way up to academia?” 

Albedo nods his head, “Yes, it’s very likely that they’ll have to start from the very beginning and work their way up to academia.” 

You immediately shook your head, “In that case, I will not continue my education in Teyvat! As amazing as that would be, I don’t have the patience to get familiar with all things Teyvat history, language, mathematics, science, economics, politics, law, arts, and many more. It’s a lot to do, and my brain will malfunction.” You laugh sheepishly. “Plus….” You trailed off, your lips puckering before you looked away awkwardly.

“‘Plus’ what?” Ayato asks, sitting on the armrest of the couch beside Gorou, reaching over to grab you by your cheeks, squishing them together in the process, before turning your head to make you look at him in the eyes. You stared at Ayato with wide eyes, you were about to say something, but the kamera flashing startled you. You pulled your face out of Ayato’s grasp and saw Itto holding the kamera up to his face with a cheeky smile on his face.

Baizhu clears his throat, “Continue.” He says, adjusting the glasses on the tip of his nose with a smile on his face.

You huffed, “I would go to school in Teyvat, but I don’t want to be far away from all of you! And I can never get up early in the morning, and you guys know that I can never wake up early in the morning.” You said. You got off the couch and walked over to where Itto stood before taking the white film from his hands to look at the picture that he had taken of you and Ayato. You grumbled under your breath when you saw how unkempt you looked in the image compared to Ayato. You looked like you just got out of a fight with an abyss Herald while Ayato looked like a handsome prince interacting with a troll from under a bridge that saw the light for the first time.

“You’re talking down on yourself, aren’t you?” Scaramouche asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You squinted your eyes at Scaramouche, “And how would you know that exactly?” Your right eyebrow arching up.

Xiao sighs softly, “You tend to make self-deprecating jokes about yourself without even realizing.” He gives you a disapproving look with his arms across his chest.

“Your expression also gave it away, but please remember that we love you just the way you are!” Thoma says, pressing a kiss on the side of your head affectionately while placing his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest.

Dainsleif nods his head, “Please keep in mind that the way you see yourself is different from how we see you.” He caresses your cheeks in his hands with a sad smile on his face.

You whined softly, “Stoooooop, you guys are going to make me cry!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands before ducking down your head.

Venti panics, “Windblume! Please don’t cry! You know how much it hurts to see you weep!” Venti runs up to you to snuggle up against you, his face rubbing against your shoulders with a pout on his face. As if that would make you feel even better, the other men ran up to you to comfort you and to make sure that you were okay. You saw a flash in the corner of your eyes; you looked over to where the flash of light came from but didn’t see anything. You looked over at Itto quizzically, who smiled at you sheepishly. 

“Sorry, I think I accidentally took a photo,” Itto says, rubbing the back of his neck. You brushed it off and grabbed onto his hand and gently squeezed them.

You thought the one photo of you on the hammock was from Itto, but more and more photos start to appear in the abode while you are alone and the others are out. At first, you thought it was a prank of some sort that the men were all in on, but when you brought it up, everyone was confused as to what you were saying.

“Very funny, you guys.” You said, walking into the living room with your towel wrapped around your body, your hair soaked from your shower.

Heizou looks at you in confusion, “Very funny what?” You stared at the men blankly, waiting for one of them to come clean.

“I know it’s one of you that’s playing a prank on me,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, gripping onto your towel tightly. You were going to get them to confess sooner or later because this so-called prank wasn’t even funny anymore.

“Play a prank on you? As you can see, we haven’t been at the abode much.” Scaramouche interjects, rubbing his temples with a sharp exhale.

“Snookums, as much as we would love to play a prank on you, we have things to do outside of the abode as well, you know that, right?” Childe hugs the cushion against his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. You cursed to yourself internally. Childe was right. If they wanted to play a prank on you, they would’ve been acting weird when you confronted them. Yet no one had the reaction you expected; they were all confused when you brought it up. You felt your heart sink to the pits of your stomach after realizing something. If it wasn’t Itto or any of the other men in the abode that had taken that specific picture of you, then who was it? Could there be an intruder of some sort? No, it can’t be. The abode is secured, and only specific people are able to get into the teapot. You shook your head and turned around to go back into your bathroom, leaving the men to themselves while wondering what you were talking about. You closed your bedroom door behind you and locked the doors, slowly walking up to your desk and staring at the envelope on your desk and the pictures laid out in front of you.

Each of the pictures was taken while you were unaware of your surroundings. One where you were in the bathhouse while butt naked, another photo was taken of you while you were changing your clothes, and other images were of you in a compromising position with the other men while unaware of the person that had snapped that photo. This one picture, in particular, made you feel like you wanted to rip your skin off your body. It was you and Venti, sitting on your bed with you in his lap, both completely naked from the top half of your bodies, your hands cupping his face, lips hovering over his while his hands were gripping onto the fat of your ass while staring into your eyes, his tongue peeking from his lips. In the envelope, it contains a letter written by someone. 

“My dearest [Y/N],

It angers me to see you with these men who don’t care about you. They would leave you all along in your mansion while they are out, tending to whatever business they have going on. It hurts to see you all alone, with nothing to do and no one to keep you company. If I were to be your lover, I would spoil you with my love and attention. It is clear that these twenty-one buffoons do not love or care about you with how they are always leaving you at the abode all alone! 

My hands were itching to hand these photos to you personally, but I did not want to scare you off. These photos are my absolute favorites that I have taken of you, and I believe that you look absolutely breathtaking and lovely in these images. The way the water trails down your naked skin, the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when the warm water engulfs you is absolutely mesmerizing. You are indeed a beauty. Did you know that? This distance between us is driving me crazy, and I yearn to be by your side. But fret not, my love. I will be by your side very soon. You and I will finally be together, and those twenty-one men will finally be out of the picture. I will reveal who I am to you very soon.

Forever and always, 

Your secret admirer.”

You examined the handwriting, hoping to recognize it from one of the men, but alas, none of the men has that handwriting. It was elegant, but it did not look like any of the men’s writing. While writing does not have gender, this handwriting, in particular, is a bit interesting. The dots on the “i’s” were hearts, and the ends of each letter curled up slightly. You grabbed the pictures and letter, putting them back into the envelope before walking back to your bathroom to change into your clothes. Whoever this “secret admirer” of yours was, you will find out who they are, whether they like it or not. 

Since the men are busy with their duties outside of the abode, you’ll have to either figure out who this secret admirer is or just brush it off and hope for the best that the person will stop when you continue to ignore their odd way of courting you. You ended up choosing the latter and acted like nothing was going on, despite feeling like there was someone staring into the back of your head when you were not looking.

The more you tried to ignore the situation, the worst it was gradually getting. Each picture you kept receiving got even worse and even creepier. If one of the men were in the photo with you, they would be scratched out, or x’s would be drawn on their eyes. It was strange that this person was going through so much effort to get you to be with them and to show how much they did not like your relationship with your boyfriends. Behind each image were little notes about how much they’ve missed you, how they yearn to be by your side, how they wanted to get your boyfriends out of the picture, etc. 

You ended up putting these weird pictures and letters from your creepy secret admirer in a small box and tossing it under your bed to never look at it ever again. Most people would throw it away or toss it into a pit of fire, but you were gathering evidence just in case you have to file charges against this person to the Knights of Favonious, Shogunate, or the Millelith.

“Fine, if this person doesn’t want to stop, then it looks like I’ll have to find a way to confront them about it.” You said, opening the cardboard box that contained evidence. 

Maybe with these images and letters, you’ll be able to find a hint as to who this person was. When the men fall asleep in their respective bedrooms, you would get up in the middle of the night and leave the abode, hoping to catch the person that claimed to be your secret admirer. On different nights, you’d explore other regions alone.

You plopped down on the seat outside of Good Hunter, sighing in defeat. “What am I even doing? I’m not going to be able to find this person at all.” You remained sitting in the chair for the next ten minutes, trying to collect your thoughts while ignoring the feeling of someone staring at the back of your head. Your stalker, or “secret admirer,” has been following you around Mondstadt and has yet to reveal themselves. If you were to turn around to try to confront them, all you would see is a crowd of people walking and minding their business while you stood there, looking lost. 

You slowly got up from your seat before making your way to the entrance of Mondstadt. As much as you wanted to stay longer in Teyvat to find the culprit, it was getting late, and you didn’t want any of your boyfriends to worry about you if any of them were to wake up in the middle of the night to check up on you. While walking to the front of the city, you stop in your tracks when you hear footsteps echoing with yours. You furrowed your eyebrows before continuing to walk; the person began to walk when you resumed walking to the front of the city.

Once you have made it out of the city, you took off and ran to wherever the teapot was floating. To be frank, you always forget where the teapot was placed whenever you leave the abode. It’s one of the reasons why the men don’t trust you to leave the teapot all by yourself because you will forget where it’s placed in Teyvat. You ran through Whispering Woods, hoping the person would stop at the entrance of Whispering Woods, but you were wrong. The person continues to follow you, but they keep a reasonable distance. The woods were dark; it was hard to see. You shield your face from the tree branches, your chest heaving with every breath you take; your legs feel like it is going to give out on you very soon. 

“Where is it? Where is it?” You panted, your heart thundering against your chest as you frantically searched for the floating teapot. Because you were in the woods and didn’t have a flashlight on you, it was almost pitch black and the only source of light to guide you through the woods was the full moon hanging above your head. Like any classic horror movie, your foot got caught in the vines, causing you to trip and tumble down the hill. You quickly got up from the ground before limping to find where the abode could have been placed. You hear a tree branch behind you snap loudly; your head snaps towards the direction where the noise came from, only to see Gorou and Diluc appearing out from the darkness. You felt the sense of relief wash over you when you saw them emerge from the darkness. You collapsed to the ground, your legs weak and exhausted from the amount of running you’ve done.

“[Y/N], why did you leave the abode in the middle of the night!? You could’ve gotten lost or hurt!” Diluc scolds you, walking up to you before helping you up from the ground.

Gorou wraps his arms around you before helping you up from the ground, saying, “You had us worried when we went into your room and saw that you weren’t there!”

The bushes rustle, putting you on edge. You pressed yourself up against Gorou, shaking like a leaf, fearing that your “secret admirer” was finally going to reveal themselves. Ayato and Xiao appear from the darkness, approaching you, Diluc, and Gorou.

Xiao grabs you by your bicep, pulling you towards him, “Why did you leave the abode?” He demands, his eyes narrowing at you. You shrunk under their gaze and looked away from them, unsure of how to answer Xiao’s question.

Ayato sighs, “I believe that it’s best that we interrogate [Y/N] about it when we get to the abode.” Ayato says, pinching the bridge of his nose. The men reluctantly nod their heads before escorting you back to the abode. When you five arrived back at the mansion, the seventeen other men were waiting for you, Ayato, Diluc, Xiao, and Gorou. They looked pissed and worried.

“Care to explain what you’ve been hiding from us for the last few weeks?” Kaeya asks, towering over you.

You look at Kaeya weirdly, “What do you mean? I’m not hiding anything from you all.” You lied, letting Baizhu and Albedo approach you to treat the scrapes that you’ve gotten from your tumble.

“There’s no use in hiding it anymore, [Y/N]. We saw the box you’ve been hiding underneath your bed.” Thoma frowns. You froze in your spot as the four Harbingers approached you before tossing the images on the coffee table, the pictures scattering everywhere, letting everyone see the photos you’ve been hiding from them.

“Do you want to explain to us what these photos are and who has taken these pictures of you?” Capitano asks, picking up a random picture on the table before holding it up.

Pierro interjects, “And don’t play dumb and try to lie to us. We’ve read the letters as well.” He held up the envelopes, his eyebrow raised.

You sighed softly, “I may have an admirer, but they’ve taken it too far, and I don’t know who this person is.” You said, your gaze falling onto the coffee table before looking away from it. Now that the men knew what you were hiding this entire time, just the mere sight of the photographs made you feel disgusting and embarrassed. 

“How long has this been going on exactly? There’s a lot of pictures taken of you without your knowledge.” Dainsleif asks; you shuffled through the pictures on the table before handing it over to Dainsleif.

“A few weeks, I think. This was the first picture that was taken of me while you were all out tending to your businesses outside of the abode.” You said. “At first, I thought it was Itto that had taken this photo of me, but then more pictures started appearing, and soon enough, letters accompanied those pictures.” You said.

“Is that why you asked us whether we were pranking you or not?” Aether asks, sitting down beside you. You nod your head, resting your head on your hands. You didn’t know what else to do other than to confront this “secret admirer” of yours. You knew that if you were to do that with your boyfriends, it’d scare off the stalker, and you would never know who this person was. You were hoping it was a prank, but after seeing the reaction from the twenty-one men, it was not a prank at all and that someone was watching your every move.

“That still doesn’t explain why you were out of the abode in the middle of the night all by yourself. You hurt yourself, and you could’ve gotten yourself kidnapped by this anonymous person.” Zhongli says, kneeling in front of you before reaching out to grab your hands.

You sighed in defeat, “I tried to find that person myself. But I failed to do so.” 

“You were being followed in the Whispering Woods; it’s most likely the person that has been stalking you for the last few weeks,” Diluc says.

“I believe that this person has been infatuated with [Y/N] for a long period of time but has finally decided to take it to the next step,” Albedo commented, wrapping the bandage around your scraped knees. 

Venti frowns, “Well, what do we do now? How are we going to lure this creep out from the shadows?” Venti asks, sitting down beside you to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I hate to say this, but we might have to use [Y/N] as bait to lure them out,” Baizhu speaks up, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Kazuha’s eyes widened at Baizhu’s comment, “You want to use [Y/N] as bait?! You know that can put [Y/N] in harm's way, correct?” Kazuha’s red eyes burned with rage.

Dottore chuckles softly, “Now, now, Kazuha. Baizhu is correct! The only way we can lure this secret admirer out is by using [Y/N] to bait them.”

Childe shakes his head, “Absolutely not! We are not using [Y/N] as bait to lure some pervert out from the shadows! There are plenty of ways to track this creep down, and using [Y/N] as bait isn’t one of them!” 

Capitano snorted, “Oh, come on now, Childe. Usually, you’d be on board to use someone as bait.” 

Childe gently pulls you up from the couch and wraps his arms around you protectively, “Not when the bait is [Y/N].” Childe shoots a glare at Capitano, Dottore, and Baizhu before looking down at you and cooing at you softly while pinching your cheeks and brushing your hair away from your face. He wraps his arms around your shoulders before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

You sighed and rested your head against Childe’s chest, your arms wrapped around his slim waist. As much as you don’t want to be the bait, you need to know who this stalker was so you can finally get a moment of peace… right after you press charges against this person or file for a restraining order if that exists in Teyvat, of course. You slowly pushed yourself away from Childe’s chest.

You hugged your body tightly, “I guess I can be bait, but as long as I’m not alone with this person.” You said, letting your arms fall to your side. 

“We won’t let you be alone with this person; we’ll be hiding up in the trees in Windrise and wait for this person to show themselves,” Venti says.

Thoma looks at Venti quizzically, “Why Windrise? Why not the Grand Narukami Shrine or Yujing Terrace?”

Zhongli stands up and dusts his clothes off, “It’s best for us to catch this person somewhere where there aren’t many people around. The Grand Narukami Shrine and the Yujing Terrace have frequent visitors, thus can make it harder to get this “admirer” to reveal themselves.” 

“Okay, then let’s go to Windrise now and hope to catch the admirer tonight!” Heizou says, clapping his hands.

Your eyes widen before looking around at the others, “We’re doing this tonight?! I thought we were doing this some other time!” You squeaked.

“The longer we put it off, the bolder and braver this person will become,” Scaramouche says; you slumped forward and pouted to yourself. 

Just when you thought you had enough of the fiasco that has happened tonight, it has gotten even worse than you thought. At least this will be the final time you’ll have to deal with the so-called “secret admirer.” Right? The men have come up with a plan where you will be lying underneath the tree in Windrise while all twenty-one of them hide in the tree to wait for your little admirer to approach you and reveal to you who they are. 

Chances are that your admirer might not show up tonight, or they will! But it was a fifty-fifty chance, and everyone hoped that this person would show up. Or else it will continue on and escalate even more. Here you are, laying underneath the massive oak tree in Windrise. You looked up in the tree and saw the twenty-one men giving you a reassuring smile. 

Gorou whispers loudly to you, “You’ll be okay! We’re right here with you.” Even though he wanted to shout down to you to reassure you, he didn’t want to risk getting his and the twenty other men to be seen by your admirer.

You closed your eyes and turned on your side before curling up into a fetal position. You would rather sleep in the abode, but maybe sleeping under the giant oak tree in Windrise isn’t so bad, especially when you feel a gentle breeze. Perhaps it was Venti’s subtle way of comforting you without revealing their hiding spots. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep under the twenty-one men’s watchful gazes. Not even an hour had gone by, and you were woken up from your slumber by the sound of leaves crunching and tree branches snapping.

You kept your eyes shut, not wanting this person to know that you were woken up by the sound of leaves crunching and branches snapping. You curled into a tight ball, praying that this person wasn’t going to do anything to you while you were “unconscious.” The footsteps got closer and closer to where you lay; the person stopped in front of you and kneeled in front of your face.

Itto grumbles under his breath, “Dammit, they’re covered.” 

“For someone who wants to reveal their identity to our precious [Y/N], they sure are a coward,” Ayato scoffs, rolling his eyes while watching the person get a bit too close to you for their liking. 

You cracked your eyes open when you felt someone brush their thumb over your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ears. You looked around with bleary eyes before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You looked up at the person and let out a choked gasp before sitting up suddenly, alarming the men hidden in the tree.

The cloaked person whispers, “Apologies for waking you up, my dear. I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re….” You stood up and backed away from them, eyes wide in shock.

“Oh, are you disappointed to see who I am?” They frowned, their shoulders slumping.

You gulped before laughing nervously, “I just didn’t expect to see you…” You trailed off. Eyes scanning the cloaked person. “Donna.” You whispered.

“DONNA!?” Kaeya and Diluc whisper loudly, looking over at one another with wide eyes before looking back down to where you and the cloaked person stood. The cloaked person sighs softly, taking the hood of their cloak off, finally revealing who they are. Alas, it was Donna, the girl that was hopelessly in love with Diluc.

“I thought you were in love with Diluc.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest with your right eyebrow raised with skepticism. 

Donna shakes her head, and she reaches out to grab both your hands. “I’m not in love with Diluc anymore! I’m in love with you!” She claims. You felt dizzy. This was all so sudden, and someone like Donna was in love with you? “All of those pictures, all of those letters, it was all from me!” Donna exclaims.

You shook your head, “Donna, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m in a relationship.” You said, trying to pull your hand away from her grasp.

Donna scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Of course, I know that you’re in a relationship with those idiotic men. You’re better off without them, and you’re better off with me instead!” 

You yanked your hands away from her grasp, “Donna, I swear if this is some kind of a sick joke to you—”

“It’s not a joke! I’m in love with you, [Y/N]! Why can’t you see that you’re meant for me and only me!?!” Donna screeches, lunging towards you. You ducked from under her arms and held both your hands up, not taking your eyes off of her for one minute.

“Why aren’t any of them stepping in!?” You ask yourself, subconsciously looking up at the tree where the men were hiding.

“You deserve to be with someone who will love you until their final breath! You deserve to be with someone that won’t leave you all alone while they’re out and about! And you know who that is? That person is me!” Donna pants, her hands trembling with fear and anger. 

You rubbed your temples, feeling your head starting to ache. “I’m sorry, Donna, but I do not feel the same way. I’m in a happy relationship with my boyfriends, and they make me happy.” You stated.

“Why?” Donna cries. “Why them!?” Donna screams, her voice echoing through Windrise.

You stared at the brunette in front of you, “You want to know why?” Donna nods her head eagerly. “I’m with them because I feel safe when I’m around them. They protect me; they love me, and they care for me.” 

“And!? I can do all of those three as well! I killed that insolent bastard that had made you feel uncomfortable!” Donna exclaims, glaring at you with hot tears running down her face while her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace with each breath she takes.

“You killed Yifan?” You choked, your eyes widening in fear and shock. Donna nods her head and wipes the tears off her cheeks.

“See! I told you I could protect you from the people that make you feel uncomfortable! What makes me any different from the men that you’re currently dating?!” Donna demands as fresh tears slide down her cheeks.

“They don’t take pictures of me while I’m in my most vulnerable state. Sure, Itto takes candid pictures of me while I’m not looking, but his intentions are pure. Yours is disturbing and makes me feel uncomfortable.” You spat, glaring at the woman in front of you.

“Please, [Y/N]. Please, give me a chance! I’m way better than those twenty-one idiots!” Donna sobs, dropping onto her knees with her forehead pressed against the grass. “I’ll worship the grounds you walk on. I will worship you like a God! Just, please!” Donna looks up at you; endless tears continue to roll down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Donna. But my answer is final.” You said, turning to walk away from the tree.

“Fine! If I can’t have you, then no one can!” Donna screams. You stopped in your tracks; your back continues to face her direction. What did she mean by that? You hear rapid footsteps approaching where you stood; you turn around to see what Donna is doing, only to see her charge at you with a dagger in her hands. A geo shield materializes around you, blocking the hit that was directed at you from Donna. Donna screeches and begins to stab at the shield over and over again. Zhongli was immediately by your side, expanding the size of the shield while glaring at the brunette in front of him.

“So, you have decided to try to murder someone just because they did not reciprocate your feelings?” Zhongli glares at Donna before wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“The Knights of Favonious will be taking her into custody now,” Kaeya says, strutting up to you, Zhongli, and Donna with the Knights of Favonious following after him. Kaeya turns towards the Knights and gestures for them to take Donna away.

“What?! Keep your hands off of me!” Donna screams, throwing her arms around wildly, causing the dagger to nick one of the knights on the cheek. Donna gasps and drops the blade. The knight glares at Donna before grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her forward before putting her hands behind her back.

“You’re under arrest for an attempt of murder, resisting arrest, and injuring a knight.” Huffman glares at the brunette before taking her away with the other knights in tow.

“You know, I did not see that coming at all,” Aether says, hopping down from the tree.

Diluc lets out a humorless laugh, “Who knew that the strange secret admirer was none other than Donna herself!” Diluc crosses his arms over his chest with a quiet sigh.

“Now that we’ve uncovered who this strange person is, I believe that it’s time for us to return to the abode,” Heizou says.

“Yes, please! I’m so tired, and I don’t think I can stay awake any longer.” You said, leaning in Zhongli’s arms. “Who knew that it would be Donna.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“It really took an unexpected turn.” Dainsleif mumbles, standing by your side while rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Yeah, you’re telling me! Who knew that she was the one that killed Yifan!” Kazuha says, shaking his head.

Albedo walks up to you with a reassuring smile on his face, “Let’s go home, yeah?” He held his hand out for you to take.

“Yes, please.” You sighed softly, grabbing onto Albedo’s hands. “And, can someone please sleep with me tonight? I don’t think I can sleep peacefully after what happened not too long ago.” You said, turning to your boyfriend.

“I’ll do it!” The men chorused, holding their hands up in the air. They all glared at one another; their hands remained in the air.

“I’m too tired for this.” You sighed. “All of you can join me. Just please don’t crush each other.” You said, walking with Albedo to the abode while the other men followed close behind you while bickering with one another over who’s going to sleep where in your room as long as they were close to you and as long as you felt safe and could sleep without fear.

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[marvel-potter-1d-korea]

I love you

Pairing: Your choice x reader

Summary: You miss your boyfriend

Angst, but mostly fluff💕

(I'm supposed to be studying)

Hey guys, this is my first ever fic on Tumblr and i have written this on my phone. Not proof-read. This is just a small, wholesome one-shot about you and your choice of character. So here goes nothing.

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You're really missing him. You know that he is busy but this is the longest he's taken to reach home. You're about to call him when there's a ring of the doorbell. "That must be him." You rush to the door and open it.

He stands there, tired as hell but so so happy to see you. "Hi baby" you reach up to him and kiss him while tangling your fingers in his hair. He holds your waist and deepens the kiss. He smiles into the kiss and sighs.

You pull away and lead him inside. You don't ask him anything because you know how tired he is. "Come on, go freshen up and meanwhile I'll set up the plates. I've made your favourite." He holds your hand and spins you towards himself. He hugs you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. "I love you, you know that? Thank you for being with me. I know I can be a handful but i thank god everyday that I have you and you haven't already gotten tired of me and left me. I appreciate you so much." You're speechless. With tears in your eyes you say "Baby, i love you too. I do all these things because i love you. I want to take care of you. I love to take care of you. Yes you can be a handful," you both chuckle "but i love that about you. The way you get angry or annoyed at the littlest things, your smile, your eyes.....," You pull away and hold his face in your hands. He melts into your touch and closes his eyes for a moment. "I love you and i don't ever want to see you tired or sad yeah? I don't think I can take it honey. It physically pains me when your sad. I know you have a lot going on in your mind and trust me when i say this, I'm with you alright? You can share your worries with me. We're a team and we'll get through this together. You don't have to man up with me. I'm here to help you. You can let loose around me. You wanna cry? You can cry, I'm here. You wanna scream? I'm here. Don't bottle up your feelings and thoughts baby that's not healthy. I worry when you get all quiet and deep in thought. I know you're thinking about something serious and you think that maybe you don't wanna worry me but honey, tell me things. I wanna know what's going on in your mind. No matter the time, when you feel like you are ready to tell me, then tell me. I won't judge. I'm here if you want a listening partner alright?"

"God i love you so much" he says and leans down for a heated kiss. You kiss him back with the same fervour but stop yourself before it gets any further. "Ok your tired so no funny business tonight." He whines. "No means no. Now go on, go wash up, I'll get the food." He obediently goes and on the way you smack his ass. "Hey! What was that for?!" He turns and asks in disbelief.

"Aise hi" you shrug with a cheeky smile on your face. You both laugh.

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Whew!! That got longer than expected!! I don't know how this turned out so please don't kill me if it turns out bad.

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[jin0]

❄️hey jin!! congratulations on 1k - finally!! now on we go - i'm indian, short ( 5'2 ) brown skin, dark brown eyes and hair, uhm i read a lot, study a lot, cook a lot, i like rain, storms, jewellery, nature etc, i joke a lot, dirty jokes lol, im smart, nice, friendly, super motherly, wild and genuine :)

(okay so i had some written already but tumblr HATES ME !!)

anyways hi love !! how are you doing ?? (just wanted to say that i love seeing you on my feed honestly)

so to you lovely, i give :

our boy eduardo saverin !!

not every college student had the luxury of living in their own apartment and definitely not of having a rich boyfriend to fund your cooking addiction. lucky you, you had both these things thanks to eduardo. you remembered how he gave you the keys to his place a week after you both started dating officially.

watching the pot simmer on the stove, you congratulated yourself for being as intuitive as you were a d anticipating the possible foul mood of your boyfriend. you knew something went wrong with the meeting when he stopped answering your texts.

a book in hand, your were pacing in the kitchen when you heard the sound of the door slam open and hit the wall before bouncing back to close on its own. you watched attentively as your boyfriend marched towards the living room, throwing his bag somewhere before flopping face first on the couch.

you dropped your book, skipping towards him and knelt besides him, watching as he took deep breaths to calm himself. his hand was covering his eyes but you could see the tension on his jaw, promoting you to rub the bone slowly.

"remind me why i wanted to start a company in college again ?" he asked, voice low and deep enough to send shivers through your spine and all the way down to your core.

"because you saw mark's potential. even when the guy's a dick to everyone, you included." you responded, pecking his jaw and smiling when he groaned.

uncovering his face, he turned his face to sniff the smell coming from the kitchen and let out another grunt, or happiness this time. the smell of fresh spices and warm flavourful food was definitely something he loved coming home too. he could cry in anticipation, his stomach growling at the simple scent of the food.

he looked down towards you as you knelt in front of him, leaning on his thighs and smiling at him softly. god, he lived for you, longing for your touch and presence a little more each passing second during this stupid meeting. yeah, he was starving. but for something else now.

suddenly throwing you over his shoulder, you giggle when his hand roughly came to smack your ass. he quickly walked towards the kitchen area to sit you down on a counter and part your thighs to place himself between your thighs. he wrapped his arms around your waist after wrapping your own around his neck and pulled you closer to him. you felt his bulge against your core and bit your lips, feeling your slick soak the soft fabric and probably travel to the front of his pants.

he was eager and desperate, you could feel it as he rolled his hips against yours, biting your shoulder and kissing your cheek softly.

"if i was to... potentially bargain for a trade. would you accept it, petal ?" he muttered, biting your jaw.

"is this a business meeting ? cause this doesn't look very professional m. saverin." you purred into his ear, biting the skin poking out.

he groaned again but this time it sounded more like a repressed moan on your skin.

"fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... do we... do we really have to eat actual food ? i mean, you can eat and i eat you ! that's a good trade right ? huh petal ? you're trading with me ?" he asked, looking around eagerly and fidgeting with his shirt that you wore better.

you loved when he got like that, begging and blabbering because he wanted you to tell him what you wanted and he wanted it fast.

"turn the stove off eddy, we'll eat later. first we'll start by taking care of you, m. severin. hope you freed your schedule for me. cause I'm definitely ditching class for you."