#you leave for work and come back after 8 hours and he's in the exact same spot

[angelbitezzz]

Yet another Kofi request! Thank you to @/Wolfbunny over on kofi, though I'm not sure if they're on tumblr?

[mimikittysblog]

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Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader

Genre: Super duper fluffy

Warnings: some mxm, pet names, reader is very sick

A/N: Hope you guys like this as much as you like the texts 🥺💕 tho ngl the ending is a bit meh. Anyways likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity (if you wanna be tagged in my next poly ateez story, texts or not then please let me know!)

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

You were sick.

Like very sick.

You had been for a while and you really thought it would just go away after some time and with a few cups of good tea. However it was just one of those times where it didn’t and it lead to where you were now.

Flopped on the couch after a long days of work so sick, tired and weak to the point you didn’t even take off your shoes, let alone take a shower.

You knew you should’ve taken the day off and even more so you should’ve informed your lovely 8 boyfriends of your condition. However it was so busy for not only you but your boys this time of year. Your job really needed you around and the boys had to be on their A game.

Not like they weren’t always were. Those boys are so admirable when it comes to their work ethic and determination. It’s one of the things you love about them. It’s just this time of year is when they really have NO room to slack off. So you didn’t have the heart to tell them.

You barely see them around anyway, as they come home late and you leave early. You couldn’t bare the thought of them having to deal with you when they’re already so busy with work, no doubt dealing with so much pressure and stress. Even though deep down you knew they wouldn’t care and would drop anything to make sure you’re okay.

‘Cause you would do the exact same thing.

About an hour after you practically passed out on the couch, Yunho and San arrived home.

Thankfully they were able to get all the work they needed to get done super quick today, so they got home much earlier than usual. As they walked into the living room thats when Yunho spotted you.

He chuckled at how cutely you looked and then pointed you out to San who awed at you. They thought you just got home too and decided to close your eyes for a bit.

“Princess we’re home.” Yunho called sweetly.

“Come on now silly butt, get up so we can shower together.” San said with a big smile at the thought of relaxing under the shower with his lovers.

However you didn’t respond.

They both pouted and furrowed their eyebrows as they got closer. You were asleep? That’s quite unlike you. They knew how much you love a refreshing shower after work then to change into one of their hoodies. Were you that tired?

“..sweetheart?” Yunho said as he crouched down next to the couch. He softly moved your hair out of your face to check up on you.

Just from that very soft touch alone he was able to tell how hot your skin was. His eyes widened and as he looked at San with worry.

“Baby you’re sick??” He asked surprised as he looked back at you wondering how he and the rest had no idea.

“What?” San questioned softly as he crouched next to Yunho.

He then places the back of his hand properly on your forehead. His eyes also then widened with worry as there was no denying it.

You were incredibly sick.

Their hearts clenched at how they truly had no clue how sick you were, how much you needed them and how you didn’t tell them..

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Yunho: Guys. Come home. Now.

Seonghwa: what why? What’s the matter?

San: Princess is sick. She has such a high fever and from the sound of her breathing her nose is stuffed. She’s literally passed out on the couch rn and god knows what other sicknesses she’s having.

Wooyoung: WHAT?! She didn’t tell us anything! 🥺

Yunho: I know and at this point that doesn’t matter rn. She needs us. Hurry.

After they sent the texts to the rest of them they quickly got to work.

As Yunho picked you up softly and carried you to bed, San prepared a small basin filled with cold water and some towels. As Yunho was undressing you, San brought in the basin and they both started cleaning you as softly as they could.

Truly not long after they started, they heard the front door open and peeked in Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung.

“How bad is it..?” Jongho asked as he softly entered the room with the rest.

“..bad..” Yunho muttered.

Seonghwa then carefully approached you and placed his hand on your forehead too and almost gasped.

“She’s burning up.. Oh God our poor princess..” he said as he softly ran his hand through your hair.

Wooyoung then approached Yunho with a hoodie from their closet and your shorts.

“Thank you love.” Yunho said softly as he gave Wooyoung a kiss on the head and started dressing you as soon as San was sure you were dry.

“Seonghwa hyung and I are gonna go make her some soup. Yeosang is already on his way home, Hongjoong hyung and Mingi are going as fast as they can to finish recording. They’ll be home soon..” He mumbled to the two who arrived home first.

“Okay.. I’ll go help you cook too, you two will watch over her?” San asked

“Yeah of course.” Jongho confirmed as he sat down next to you and softly stroked your hair.

Yunho then nodded as he gave wooyoung another kiss and sent him on his way.

“You’ve eaten Yunho?” Seonghwa asked.

“Uh.. no not yet hyung. We got take out but we haven’t eaten it yet...” Yunho explained as his eyes trailed back down to you.

“Hmm alright.. I’ll make Sannie eat then once he’s done you can eat and San will watch over.” Seonghwa said as he reached over to grab his hand.

“Alright hyung.. thank you..”

“Of course.”

With that he gave yunho’s hand a comforting squeeze then gave jongho a sweet pat on the head before leaving to join the others in the kitchen.

“Could she really not tell us she was this sick..?” Jongho asked softly still stroking your hair.

“I.. don’t know.. we’ll ask her when she’s awake and feeling better.” Yunho replied as he sat down on the bed as well softly holding your hand.

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As they continued to watch over you, after a while they heard the front door open and some muttering. Soon the door to the room opened again revealing Yeosang.

“Oh princess… she looks so pale..” He muttered as he made his way to her. “Has she not woken up yet?” He asked as he stood beside Jongho.

“No.. we should just let her rest before we wake her up to eat.” Jongho replied.

“Hmm. I bought some medicine on my way home.. Hopefully they’re enough.. if not we can take her to a doctor…” Yeosang informs the two boys as he placed the medicine on a nearby table.

“Thank you Sangie..” Yunho said before continuing to ask if the soup is ready. And right on cue, Wooyoung popped his head in again.

“Soups ready. And yunho baby, Hyung wants you to eat now.” He said.

The lovers in the room then nodded.

As softly as he possibly could, Yunho began to wake you up.

“Princess.. princess.. wake up please..? We need you to eat and take some medicine…” He said oh so softly with some extra soft shakes.

“Baby..? Baaaabbyy..” Yeosang also called out to you.

Your eyes soon started to flutter open as you take in your surroundings. You however closed them again quickly as the headache in your head began.

“Ugh..” you groaned

“Oh baby what is it..? Your head hurts..?” Jongho who was still stroking your hair asked.

You could only nod.

“Honey bun.. do you think you can get up..? You need to eat..” Wooyoung asked

Slowly you opened your eyes again and finally realized your sweet boyfriends were home.

“Wait.. you guys are home? So early..” You muttered, voice so hoarse it made everyone frown.

“Yes we are sweetie.. we’ll talk about that later.. now we should get some yummy food in that belly okay..? Do you think you can get up..?” Yunho replied then asked.

Your head was still pounding and as much as you wanted to try, you knew its best to just stay, so you softly shook your head.

“Okay I’ll tell hyung, come Yunho you still need to eat.” Wooyoung then said as he retreated back to the kitchen.

Yunho didn’t really have an appetite after seeing how sick you were and he wanted nothing more than to just stay and make sure you’re okay. However he knows his boyfriends and even you will scold him if he doesn’t eat. So with that he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and got up to go eat.

“I’ll be right back okay..? Jongie and Sangie will be right here.. Eat well darling.” He said to you before leaving.

You could only nod back before looking back at your boyfriends.

“When did you guys get home..?” You asked

“Yunho hyung and San hyung got home first and found you.. told us and then I, Wooyoung hyung and Seonghwa hyung quickly got home after that. They just finished cooking your soup.” Jongho explained.

“Hmm I just got home, and I’m pretty sure Mingi and Hongjoong hyung will be home any minute.” Yeosang added.

You then hummed before Seonghwa and San came into the room carrying a tray of a big bowl of soup and some of your favorite tea.

“Hi our darling..” Seonghwa greets you as San puts down the tray in your lap softly.

You weakly smiled at them and began to open your mouth to greet them however Yeosang cut you off.

“Shhh.. don’t talk to much pumpkin.. your voice sounds so hoarse… your throat must be very scratchy and painful hmm..?”

With a soft sigh you nodded.

“Okay then.. lets get some food in you okay? Can I feed you?” San asked

You made some gestures indicating that you could do it yourself however they weren’t having it.

“Let us take care of you. You’re extremely sick okay? Your pouting game will not work tonight honey.” Jongho said

Of course you were outnumbered so you just sighed and opened your mouth to let San feed you as the rest began preparing your medicine.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Once your bowl of soup was almost empty, the front door was opened and the footsteps of the last two can be heard. Said two as quickly as they entered the house, quickly entered your room guilt, concern and sadness evident in their faces.

“Oh princess…” Mingi said as he walked closer

“Baby.. oh you finished your food, good girl. Medicine?” Hongjoong praised then asked with a pet to your head.

“Right here.” Seonghwa said as he gave you the medicine to drink.

Wordlessly you took the medicine and drank some of your tea.

“Okay.. good… How are you feeling now darling?” Hongjoong asks.

“..better..” you said as softly as you could so you wouldn’t harm your throat even more.

“Thats great love..” Mingi said.

Soon the last two that were missing from your bedroom entered again and were pleased to see you finished your food as well. Now all of your boyfriends were here and sitting somewhere in your bedroom.

“Sweetheart..” Seonghwa started as he sat beside you holding your hand. “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling so well..? You’re so sick.. this must’ve been going on for a while… and none of us had a clue?”

You took a deep breath before carefully replying, being mindful of your throat. “We were so busy… I.. didn’t want to distract you… a-and I thought It’d get better on its own..”

“You still should’ve told us princess.. you know we would’ve taken some time off to help you get better… and you should’ve taken time off yourself.” Yunho chimed in.

“I didn’t think you could afford to spare some time… and my job needed me..” You pouted looking down playing with seonghwa’s fingers.

“Darling… you hurt us… do you not know we’d stop time for you if we could? You know we literally would do anything for you… We 100% would’ve figured out a way to make sure our work still gets done and be able to take care of you… like we always do. I’m sure you know that..” Mingi said.

You looked up at him to see nothing but sincerity in his eyes. As you looked around, you see sincerity in all their eyes.

“I do… I just.. I don’t know… I just really didn’t want to be a bother. I don’t want you guys to be more stressed than you already are and if I caused you guys to fall behind th-“ You were cut off by Wooyoung shushing you.

“Nope. No. You would never be the reason for that. We would never blame you and you know we would reprimand anyone who thinks that. Sweetheart. You’re our precious girlfriend… you would never be a bother to us.” Wooyoung said full of reassurance.

“Baby… We understand. You wanted us to do well and you were worried for us and wouldn’t want to add more stress or something. However like everyone here has said. You’re no burden. No trouble. And especially no bother. We love you and want you healthy and happy alright?” Hongjoong said as he stroked your hair.

You all looked at them and softly nodded. Heart filled with love and you give them a smile that they find so precious.

“Alright. Now please promise us you’ll tell us if you’re sick? Even if it’s just the tiniest cough or sneeze, you’ll still let us know? And yes we’ll promise to do the same.” Seonghwa asked.

“Promise. Now all of you cuddle me to sleep please?” You said with a pout and arms out.

Everyone then let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

With that, they got to work to cleaning up your dishes as San scooped you up and carried you to the master bedroom where that room is specifically for big cuddle sessions. and other stuff 👀

San tucked you in as he got in beside you. Soon enough loud footsteps can be heard as a couple of them (Wooyoung, Yunho, Mingi and Seonghwa) were racing to be on the other side of you. Which ended up going to Jongho as he slipped in while the others were still fighting by the door.

Eventually all of them got into a comfortable position.

“I love you all so much.” You mumbled softly into the darkness.

“We love you too our love.” Mingi said softly.

“Get some rest.” Said Yeosang.

“Tomorrow we’ll make you an even better soup!” Wooyoung then exclaimed loudly.

“Sleeeeppp!” Jongho groaned.

With that you all kinda giggled with each other a little bit longer than you would like. Making sleep not as easy but you all really wouldn’t have it any other way.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2024

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[doberbutts]

hello jaz, i'd like your opinion on something. i'm seeing a lot of dog trainers online go on about the benefits of crating in regards to making sure dogs are getting enough sleep and to always crate them when asleep. the numbers i see thrown around are 12-14 but more commonly 16-18. i have certainly seen a lot of improvement when i make sure my adolescent is getting enough sleep, but she is not crate trained (its really rare where im from) a lot of the advice on making sure the dog is settling is to isolate the dog, cover the crate in a different room and avoid coming anywhere near it, basically pretend they dont exist. im finding it really hard to justify locking up a social animal for 16-18 hours a day without any interraction. i specifically got a dog after years of having a cat (he was really sweet and loved companionship but it didnt hit the same spot as having a dog), as i like how engaged they are with you and seek interraction, it just feels unfair. am i antropomorphizing? is it not that big of a deal if they're properly enriched and excercised? what are your thoughts on this as a dog trainer and someone who had a dog with medical issues related to excessive crating?

Oh oh oh oh I had a very long conversation with a few good friends who are dog trainers about this one.

Now before I start, I do have to say that I do support crate training and in fact have crate trained the majority of my dogs, with Fenris being the sole exception and even he is, hmm, half crate trained at this point and we're working on the rest.

First of all 18 hours is an astronomical number, personally I think 12 hours is excessive. Life shoved in a small box for literally half the day is sort of miserable. I now work 10 hour shifts with an hour commute and so my dogs *are* left home for 12 hours at a time- however I have made a lot of changes to the way I contain them to prevent this exact scenario. Sushi is loose, the chihuahuas are crated together in something that is roughly the size of a typical x-pen or they're left loose in my bathroom (where it is easier to clean up Tater's incontinence), and Fenris is also sectioned off in my foyer again a space the size of a typical x-pen. Sometimes I leave Sushi in there with him because he seems comforted by her presence and ability to play with him if he's bored, other times she seems kind of done managing his energy on her own so I give her the run of the house to give her a bit of a break.

And, I will say, based on the camera I have looking in at them, the dogs mostly sleep the whole day. The last two days most of the peeks in during a motion alert have revealed someone getting up for a drink of water and then plopping back down on their bed. Or getting a toy or chew to bring back to their bed. Or getting up to stretch and laying back down. So, while I feel bad that I leave them alone for that long, it's also not like they're doing much in my absence.

However to me it is less about the crate and more about the ability to perform natural behaviors. As said, the dogs get up and have a drink of water, stretch, maybe wrestle if they're sectioned off two-by-two, or grab a toy or chew (or blanket to suck in the case of Fenwen), which are all things they could do in a large enough crate. It is also why, once my dogs are house trained, I keep them in crates far bigger than recommended so they can have a bit more space to move around. This is, of course, easier with the chihuahuas who weigh a combined 8lbs than with the 100lb mountain dog. Or they can be loose if they're nondestructive and won't soil my floors.

However I also think that it becomes really difficult when we talk about how dogs are social creatures. Like it or not, by leaving them alone for 8+ hours every day, we are dooming single dog households to a lifetime of solitary confinement. Whether the dogs are in a crate or not, we are leaving a social creature alone for the majority of our waking hours. So I think it is important, if you don't have multiple dogs or rotating work schedules with all the humans in the house, to make sure and fill the gaps as much as possible. I think if you are home your dog should be out of confinement and also hanging out with you. I think you should deliberately try to interact with your dog while you are home, whether that's just petting as you do something else or taking them for a walk or whatever.

I mentioned that Fenris is not fully crate trained despite being nearly a year and a half. This is because he can open just about anything that doesn't require thumbs, including crate doors. And he has broken himself out of 3 separate crates, and broke 2 teeth in the process the last time he broke out. I have been slowly re-introducing the crate ever since, and now he is calm and quiet in a jumbo sized Great Dane crate (read: two sizes up from what is recommended for him) with a bed, a sucky blanket, a toy, a chew, and his EDM music box for about 4ish hours at a time. This is a big win for us because he used to not even tolerate a few minutes despite me following all of the same rules and advice I have followed for all of my other successfully crate trained dogs.

I noticed fairly early on that he is happiest when contained in a larger area with a friend. So my foyer and Sushi became the sacrifice until I either can convince him to tolerate longer than half days or can trust him left loose in my house. He did figure out how to open the gate a few weeks ago and promptly murdered my 32 year old snake plant (and destroyed a tupperware container left on my counter, and shredded my mail also from my counter, and pulled a book off my bookshelf to shred, and chewed on my camera but it does still work at least), so clearly he is not trustworthy as of just yet. I have added a locking mechanism that requires thumbs, he fiddled with it the first day I installed it and has left it alone since.

[urrockstar-xe]

forgotten valentines - p.parker x gn!reader

posted feb 1st, 2024 8:14 am.

heres the first day of my countdown to valentines day! whether ur single or just love these silly characters, i hope u enjoy :)

summary: upon the couple stumbling home from working late, reader and peter both realize they've forgotten all about the heart shaped holiday. Not proofread, may have use of Y/n.

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wordcount: 1.5k

It was nearing 10 pm when you finally made it home, wanting nothing more than to sit down and use your boyfriend as a human-weighted blanket, but just as you opened the front door you heard shuffling down the hall of your apartment complex, turning to look who was coming and seeing the boyfriend in question, Peter sighed heavily once you both made eye contact, earning a chuckle from you as you entered your apartment, Peter following not too far behind. 

“That wasn’t planned?” you joked quietly, turning on a few lights so it didn’t feel so late that you’d have to whisper. Peter’s quiet laugh filled your ears as he headed for the fridge, opening it up with a sluggish movement. “No, fate just keeps on tugging us towards each other” He teased back, pulling out two sodas before shutting the door with his elbow. 

You pulled off your coat, abandoning it by the door and making yourself comfortable on the couch. Peter soon joined you after taking off his own coat and shoes, he handed you one of the cans, already opened. You leaned into Peter’s side, causing him to throw his arm around your shoulders happily. The clock read 10:12 PM as you flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. 

“There is a lot of 50 Shades of Grey going on,” Peter said upon realizing how many channels had the 50 Shades movies playing along with every other channel playing romcoms and old romantic dramas. “Yeah, what’s this all about?” you wondered out loud, then the realization hit.

“Oh my god, Peter it’s Valentine's Day!” You sat up, looking at Peter with wide eyes as he checked his phone and his jaw fell, matching your expression now as the date confirmed it. 

“I didn’t even realize it was February” Peter whispered, thinking out loud as you stood up, his eyes following your movements. “Okay, well, we’ve got 2 hours left,” You said, watching him nod in response. 

“It’s too late to grab flowers and chocolate” Peter’s voice was laced with a guilty tone as he spoke, remorse-filled puppy eyes staring up at you. You smiled down at him, hands coming to rest on either side of his face, “That’s okay, it’ll all be on sale by tomorrow morning” Your reassurance and soft touch brought a smile to Peter’s face, “besides, you’re here and not out there” you motioned towards the window, exposing the city of queens who didn’t get the privilege of Spider-man tonight. 

Because you did.

“Will you be my valentine?” Peter asked with a goofy grin on his face, that only grew when you laughed, giving him the exact reaction he had wanted. You nodded, “I’d be happy to be your Valentine, Peter” He smiled at you in return, standing up and causing you both to be nearly chest to chest with the action. 

“C’mon, then, we’ve got a date to prepare for” Peter whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving the soft moment, walking back to the kitchen. You smiled, abandoning the two barely touched soda cans as you switched off the TV and went to look for a Vinyl to play on your old record player. 

Neither of you had the sharpest memory but that never stopped you from being a damn good team, and times like these always did so well at reminding you both of this sweet fact.

The soft and not-too-loud music filled your small apartment once you finally made your decision. You made your way into the small kitchen as Peter rustled around the pantry looking for something to cook, “we could do pasta!” he exclaimed, too excited about finding something to make, before closing the pantry door and setting the bowtie noodles on the counter, turning to look for ingredients for the sauce. “What kind are we making?” you asked with an amused look on your face, hopping up onto the counter as you watched Peter move around the room. 

“Whichever kind we have the ingredients for,” Peter said, laughing with you as you slid off the counter despite having just barely sat down. “I’ll boil the noodles” Peter hummed in acknowledgment of your announcement, the sound of him clumsily moving behind you filled your ears and blended perfectly with the music, this was perfect. 

“Spaghetti it is!” Peter mumbled to himself before turning around, standing directly behind you as he went to turn on the burner beside the one you were using to boil water. You couldn’t have missed his hand resting on your side if you tried, even if he didn’t squeeze lightly every few seconds. Peter stood there longer than he needed, watching the flame on the left burner while you poured noodles into the pot on the right burner. 

“Just makin’ sure you’re doin’ it right, doll,” Peter explained with a small smirk on his face as if he was reading your thoughts. You scoffed, smiling, “Why don’t you start the sauce so we can have dinner before midnight, yeah?” You asked in a similar teasing tone, not even attempting to hide your heart eyes as you glanced at him. Peter laughed in response, nodding and turning to continue his job for dinner, leaving the spot where his hand sat on your side feeling cold and empty despite your hoodie covering it. 

You both stood wordlessly as you worked, eventually stopping the right burner and allowing Peter to help you drain the water with a strainer before mixing the noodles in with the sauce, “10:57, I think we’re doin’ pretty good on time, what do you think?” Peter smiled at you as you pulled out two bowls, “I think you’re gonna burn our only food option if you don’t turn off the stove” you teased, before smiling back. “We just make a good team” Your second response was more genuine, earning a nod as Peter looked away to turn off the left burner, his smile softening. “Yeah, a great team.”

Together you both set up the table, giggling when Peter ran off to get the candle before setting it down in the middle. “There’s just something missing,” Peter mumbled, watching you sit down at the small table just enough for two people, which is all you needed. 

“I’ll be right back” Before you could argue Peter had run off again, this time to your shared bedroom before stumbling out a few moments later tugging on his suit. “Peter, what are you-” “Don’t start eating yet!” he pointed at you, pulling on his mask with one hand, ignoring the sound of your laughter as he struggled. You watched with an amused expression as he left out the window, the clock now reading 11:09, it’s still early enough to wait so you took it upon yourself to get up and light the candle, along with getting out anything you had to make the rocky road ice cream in the freezer more fun and setting it on the counter.

The sound of the window closing caught your attention, “Look! Ice cream bar!” You said, smiling proudly at your presentation before turning back to your boyfriend just as he pulled off the mask, out of breath and a proud smile settled on his lips too. 

“Look!” he imitated your tone, pulling flowers from behind his back, a little droopy and absolutely taken from your upstairs neighbor, Mrs. Baker’s windowsill, but still perfect. “Flowers!” he finished, both of you laughing before you pulled out a mason jar, filling it with water, and setting it beside the candle. Peter put the 4 dainty white daisies in, smiling at you as he pulled your chair out for you. 

“I love the ice cream bar,” He praised your work, sitting across from you while immediately reaching for your hand, and you happily gave it to him. “I love the flowers,” You responded, honey dripping off the words with how sweet you spoke, blissfully happy in this moment.

“This is perfect! Who needs plans for Valentine’s Day when we’re as great as we are!” Peter said, almost moaning as he finally took a bite of his food. You laughed at his reaction before trying your own. “Last minute dates are our thing, so.” You teased, earning an unserious glare from your guilty boyfriend. 

“I love them though” You reassured, squeezing his hand. 

Peter squeezed back and leaned forward as if to tell you a secret as he softly spoke, “I love you” His gaze was as loving as ever and it was all yours, it was as if he was telling you with his eyes that it always would be. 

“I love you more”

“Impossible”

His immediate response was too cute to argue no matter how badly you wanted to, but instead, you leaned forward just enough to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Peter sighed at the sweetness of it all, closing his eyes and shaking his head as you sat back down. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart”

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Painted Him Perfect

Pairing: Austin Gunn x ex-wife!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 824

Summary: You finally decide it’s time to be honest about your marriage with Austin Gunn. About how you painted him perfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: I know it’s been 63936383629 years since I last posted a fic 🤣 but here I am! Based off Painted Him Perfect by Alexandra Kay

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Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 😘

There he was, your ex-husband, laughing with his friends like everything was perfect. Perfect. If only they knew just how perfect their buddy Austin Gunn truly was.

You knew after these past several months it was time to be honest. It was time to be honest with your friends, with your family.

The honest truth is that no matter how many times you sang his praises, drove or flew hours and hours to see him, he would mention over and over how he hated the attention. You didn’t understand because you thought that was what he wanted.

Arguments were more common between you two than they should have been. Couples therapy didn’t do any good no matter how hard you tried, tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Austin never really tried to make it work, never told his truth in therapy. That was rock bottom for you, for your marriage. His true colors and true character shone bright in that therapist’s office. That’s when you knew it was over, when you knew you couldn’t keep painting him perfect, when he couldn’t even attempt to make an effort to work on the relationship. A relationship that you thought was true love but it was all just a slap in the face.

Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale were two of your closest friends. You met them through Austin so maybe you have one good thing to come out quite possibly the worst relationship you’ve ever been in.

“Hey!” You heard Willow’s upbeat voice coming from your left.

“Hey.” You sighed. Now is the time to tell them. They’re your best friends, plus you have nothing to hide. You fought tooth and nail for your marriage to get better, to please Austin in order to keep the storm clouds away.

“I know that voice. What’s wrong?” Kris was never one to beat around the bush. She noticed you haven’t made any effort to look their way. Her eyes followed yours and she knew immediately who you were looking at. Austin Gunn and the rest of Bullet Club Gold. “You two have an argument?” Kris turned back to you, her head tilted as she studied your face.

Understatement of the century.

Willow shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe—”

“I need to be honest here girls.” You finally looked at your friends and you saw you had their undivided attention, so you let the floodgates fall. Maybe you should have went somewhere more private than roughly 8 feet away from the Bang Bang Gang but part of you wanted passersby to hear, his friends to hear. You just knew that if you didn’t speak your truth then another woman would fall victim to his charm and nice guy act only to be in for heartbreak and misery.

By the time you were finished, Kris’s and Willow’s jaws were on the floor. You didn’t leave anything out. You told the story of how the seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage was all because you made it out to be that way. You told them how you always excused things away as ‘that’s what love is’, but now you knew better. You recalled the big scene Austin caused on vacation at the beach in Atlantic City back in August. August 14th to be exact. Unfortunately, you’ll never forget that date because you’ve never been more embarrassed and ashamed. You even admitted to ignoring the red flags, the red flags you always said you would never let slide. Retelling these stories made you realize that you were yellow and he was green, blue was always going to be the color of your relationship.

During your storytelling, some tears must have fell because felt Willow squeeze your hand, in an effort to comfort. Kris on the other hand was connecting the dots before you’d finish a story.

“That’s what really happened to us. No amount of couples therapy could save us because he didn’t want to save us. Not even when I begged for him to, cried for him to. So the best thing I could do was to paint him perfect so no one knew a thing about just how miserable and embarrassing our relationship truly was.”

“He didn’t deserve for you to paint him perfect.” Kris was fuming. You knew if you gave her the green light she would make that boy’s life pure hell. It was tempting but you wanted something else for him instead.

All you could do was agree. “You’re right I shouldn’t have and it’s a good thing I’m not doing it anymore.”

You didn’t hate Austin Gunn, you didn’t like him, and you sure as hell didn’t love him — at least not anymore. Although, you did want him to feel the pain you felt, you wanted him to be heartbroken. Okay, so maybe you did hate him a little bit, but could anyone really blame you after you told the truth?

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[valentiyne]

𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝖾 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Fem!Reader Summary: Inspired by Right Where You Left Me by T.S, angst angst angst Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 2k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

*Italics refer to a flashback sequence & listen to voicemail after

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May 2014

"What do you mean you're leaving?", I grab onto his upper arm, pulling him to turn and face me.

Calum's chocolate eyes were filled to the brim with tears now, avoiding my gaze for as long as possible. I'm sure he was wondering how I found out- it's not like any of his friends were great at keeping their mouths shut.

"Cal, answer me", I plead now, my grip tightening around his forearm. He didn't meet my eyes for what felt like an entire hour. I stood in front of him, my chest rising and falling as quick as it could without fail.

The rest of the group sat inside, wrapped around a table as they shared good memories with their closest friends. It didn't take long for me to catch up on what was really going on. The last-minute dinner reservation with everyone, Luke's apologetic eyes, and Michael's sympathetic look painted the picture for me- They took the world tour offer.

"Calum please," His name was unfamiliar to me now.

His eyes finally meet mine and my breath gets caught in my throat. They were darker than usual, his cheap cherry-scented cologne filled my nose and I wanted nothing more than to embrace him.

"I don't know what you want me to say", He finally speaks, his ring clasped hand reaching up to push his hood forward on his head.

"When are you leaving?"

"We leave tomorrow"

"For how long"

He hesitates, looking down at me with a deadpan. "I don't know"

May 2020

I look down at the stack of papers on my desk, my head rushing with thoughts that I couldn't bring myself to write down. I click the pen vigorously, my eyes squeezed shut as I try and forget everything.

In my head, I was still there in that restaurant. Even 6 years later.

"Y/n?", My assistant, Kat, calls from the other side of the door and I groan to myself, sliding out of my chair and closer to the door. My hand rests on the metal handle, retracting quickly as it reminds me of a familiar metal clasped hand.

"Yes?", My voice is weak, barely above a whisper and I mentally curse myself as soon as It slips past my lips.

I could hear her shift between two legs, her shy voice peppering up a little louder, "You asked me to remind you to take your dinner break."

I thank her kindly and turn my back to the door, sliding down on to the floor and hitting the soft carpet with a thud. I could hear my phone vibrating on my desk, mentally rolling my eyes to the fourth scam call of the day. I was stuck, I had no idea what I was going to do with myself anymore. Hung up on the one who got away with no explanation of any sort.

I tried for six years to get it out of my head: numerous therapy sessions, taking on poetry and even going on walks.

But everything led me back to that restaurant at the same time every night.

It was a family-owned Italian restaurant that we had found one afternoon after school, Calum begging me to try it with him. It had become a routine of going there any chance we could, even if it meant in between his band rehearsals.

I walk down the familiar rode, looking at every painful memory that surrounds me. From the tree that we carved our initials in to the bench he threw up next to because he stupidly convinced the bartender to serve underage us.

I push past the familiar door, smiling at the hostess at the door. They all knew the routine, coming in every day at 7:41 p.m. and sitting at the booth up until 8:39- the exact moment he walked out those doors for the last time.

The restaurant was busy tonight, multiple people packed at the door complaining about the long waitlist. I strode past them nevertheless, keeping my head down as I made my way to the tiny table in the corner.

I look up, expecting to be met with the collection of dust and cobwebs welcoming themselves in my- our spot. I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until my chest began to feel like it was erupting in flames. I exhale heavily and pull my eyes away from his, turning on my heel to dart back out through the maze of people.

"Y/n", His voice is breathless, standing up quickly causing the silverware to clatter on the plate and the wooden chair to fall backward. I halted in place, his voice was deeper now and it still danced around my head.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion as I turned around and faced him. His hair was longer now, curling all around his face and down the crook of his neck where my head used to lay. I blink once, then twice before my mouth opens.

"Calum." I give him a nod, my hands shaking as I stare at him. It felt like looking at a stranger, someone I used to know all about and yet none at the same time.

He's the first to make a move, walking one step forward.

"I didn't think you'd show up," his voice was quiet now as he stared at me across the resturaunt at me. I adjust my purse on my shoulder, staring back at his doe-eyed boy in front of me.

"This is my spot", I murmur under my breath with a nervous laugh. I take the next step, noticing his arms widen to pull me into a hug which I politely declined. I brushed past him, my shoulders rubbing his chest as I set my purse down on the floor and scooted into the wooden chair. He turns to face me again before slowly walking to the other side and placing his chair upright, his eyes glued to me. He sits down in the chair and folds his arms on top of the table. In front of me was a large bottle of red wine, something Calum knew better than anyone else I hated.

"What are you doing here, Calum?", I whisper, my breath making the vanilla-scented candle in the middle of us wiggle.

He stirs his water with his straw, looking down now, "I wanted to see you."

He was admitting the very words I begged to hear for 6 years

I stare up at him, my eyes lowering into a squint.

"You have some nerve," I spit out, my eyes beginning to water as my throat burns. "I waited for you for over six years, in the very seat you're in now. And what? You show back up after 6 years of zero contact?"

He rolls his sleeves up, showing off the various ink that stained his arms. Brown eyes looked back at me in confusion, earning a scoff from me before he could speak, "Zero contact? I- Y/n what are you talking about?" His voice was lowered now as numerous people were walking past.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I never thought this day would come- the day I could tell him everything without repercussions. The worst that could happen is him staying gone this time.

"No, Y/n. I called you every single day for the past six years", he pulls his phone out and begins scrolling. I sit in silence, not wanting to feed into his lie.

"Look", he shows me his screen, all the call logs, and voicemails overflowed the screen. I stared at him for as long as possible, my eye twitching slightly at the sight.

"I called three times a day for over 6 years- you were the one not answering"

I grab my purse from the floor, digging through it rapidly to find my phone. I meet the cold metal with my fingertips and rip it out, scrolling through it frantically before finding his contact name.

"CalPal" is read and I smiled to myself slightly, scrolling down to the bottom of the contact card to see the very words I wish I hadn't.

Unblock Caller

I stared in disbelief, looking up quickly to meet his eyes slowly with my mouth hung agape.

"What? I never-"

"I did."

I look at him in shock, my eyes widened as I try and form a sentence. I wasn't quite sure what to even say.

"Wh-"

He cuts me off now, his hand raising up to speak, "I blocked myself off your phone all those years ago, I couldn't bear the thought knowing I left" He pauses, looking between both of my watery eyes before continuing, "It was selfish of me, but I knew in my heart....I .. I couldn't imagine not coming home to you every night." His voice wavered towards the end of the sentence

"How could you...?", I start with a meek sob, my hand clasping over my mouth to silence myself slightly. "Why would you do that?" My voice is louder now.

"Because I was scared- Knowing I'd be leaving you here and not knowing when I'd return" He was disappointed in himself, his voice barely audible as he looked back down at his phone.

"I sat here for years, Calum, scrolling through every single fucking concert video or update account until my fingers were numb- all for what? To save yourself from facing the guilt?"

He cleared his throat and kept his eyes glued on the vanilla-scented candle in front of us that was almost out. I couldn't make out the expression that was plastered on his face: guilt? sadness?

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I had no choice", He stands up now and I match his movements, snapping my hand up to his forearm as I had last time we were in this exact position.

"Don't..Don't leave me here again Calum- I don't think I can survive this heartbreak again."

He looks down at his forearm with a deadpan, looking back up at me.

"Calum, Please. Answer me." My voice was wavering as I tightened my grip on his tattooed arm. His pupils were enlarged as he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling as though he was mentally battling with himself inside his head.

"CalPalll!", I hear a squeal from behind us. His eyes widen for a brief moment before he tears his arm from my reach, whirling around to where the voice is coming from. He was met with a tight embrace and a sloppy kiss on the lips by a brunette with kind eyes. It all happened so fast, that I wasn't even sure what I was looking at until he pulled away with guilt written all over his face.

My nickname. Different girl.

I nodded a few times, reaching down to grab my purse slowly all while keeping my eyes on the doe eyes looking back at me. I looked over my shoulder at the table set for two behind me, suddenly understanding everything.

He invited her here- to our spot. He didn't expect me to show up

"Y/n...", He starts and I raise a finger in response, adjusting my purse onto my shoulder before pushing past him with a harsh shoulder check.

My heels clicked on the pavement, throat closed up as I passed by the bench and tree one last time. I look down at my phone, noticing the time with watery eyes.

8:39 p.m

New voicemail in your inbox: 2 hours ago from CalPal

[odigaon]

gym pics

summary: your boyfriend decides to post a not so innocent picture on bubble and you can’t resist him.

pairing(s): oh seungmin x afab! reader

warnings: unprotected sex (i think this is really the only one)

word count: 2.8k

unedited!

Waking up to a noisy notification on your phone was not how you really wanted to start your day. The brief nap you had managed to slip in after getting your daily to do list done ended up lasting far longer than you meant it to and left you feeling groggy rather than refreshed. Blinking your eyes open slowly, you blindly slide your hand across your bed to reach your phone.

Coming to the realization that it was a bubble message makes you smile to yourself, “Probably just one of the guys updating villains on what they’ve done today,”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the heart attack waiting for you after your phone unlocks and opens to the bubble app.

Your boyfriend Seungmin, shirtless, covered in sweat, and a magic 8 ball sticker covering his face. Holy hell. This was NOT what you expected to wake up to. Frantically closing and reopening the app, you’re met with the same exact sight. Your boyfriend, looking absolutely scrumptious. You admittedly stare at that picture longer than you needed to. I mean, who wouldn’t? Every single villain is probably having the same thoughts about Seungmin that you are right now which undoubtedly makes you a little jealous, however, you can actually do something about it.

Quickly hopping out of bed and striding over to your dresser, you pull out a simple t-shirt that once was Seungmin’s and a pair of exercise shorts. You debate on whether to change your steadily dampening underwear, but ultimately decide to leave it on as a little surprise for your boyfriend. You shoot a quick text to Seungmin to let him know that you had woken up from your nap and were on the way to the company to join him at the gym. After pulling on your clothes and throwing your hair up in a small ponytail you receive a text from your boyfriend.

“oh baby you don’t have to come here if you just woke up! it’s getting late so I’ll probably be leaving here soon anyways.”

A small pout frames your face at that, but you understand that he’s been hard at work all day so you don’t want to keep him there any longer than he wants to be.

“oh okay. do you wanna come over after you’re done? i miss you :(.”

“of course i wanna come see my baby! i’ll be there soon, my love :).”

At that you sigh happily, missing him was sometimes hard on you. Lately with the group’s comeback coming up you haven’t gotten to see Seungmin nearly enough to satisfy your craving for him. Laying back down on your bed, you decide to turn on the TV and wait for Seungmin to arrive at your apartment.

After about an hour, you hear your front door close and Seungmin call out for you, “Jagiya? Are you awake?” Lifting your head up off the pillow and turning down the volume on the TV, you call back to him, “In my room, babe!” You hear his footsteps start down the hall and continuously grow louder until they stop just outside your door.

“Knock knock?” he says whilst pushing your door open.

He softly walks into your bedroom and closes the door behind him, leaving him standing in front of you in a pair of black sweats, a white tank top, and a black jacket. God you could really jump his bones right at this moment.

“You know it doesn’t really qualify as knocking if you don’t actually knock?”

A small giggle leaves him at that. After shucking off his jacket and laying it on your desk chair, he starts to walk over to you to give you a quick kiss before going to shower.

“You comfy in there?”

You sure as hell are. You’ve wrapped yourself in a cocoon of blankets, but little does he know, you’ve given yourself just enough wiggle room to where you can thrust your arms out and wrap Seungmin up before he can run off.

He leans over you and places his left hand next to the right side of your body and his right to the left side of your head.

“Have you had a good day today?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Yeah. I just ran some errands and cleaned up around the house. Dee has been out all day with Junhan.”

“Oh yeah? Well we know what they’ve been up to then, huh?”

You laugh a little at that. Yeah, you know what they’ve gotten up to. The periodic texts from your best friend let you know that they had went out and run some errands of their own, and then went back to the dorm and fucked for hours on end.

Seungmin smiles at you and begins to lean down towards your face to give your long awaited kiss and you decide to make your move.

“OOMF!”

You shoot your arms out of the blanket and trap them around Seungmin’s neck; effectively startling him and allowing you to trap him against your chest for a brief moment. Using all the leverage your body can muster, you roll over with Seungmin so you can trap him beneath you.

“What the h-”

“What the fuck was that picture you sent on bubble today Oh Seungmin? Huh? Do you want me to die? Do you want me to kill YOU?”

His whole chest starts to shudder with laughter.

“Ah I forgot you had my bubble, baby. Did you like it?”

“Did I like it? Are you serious right now?”

You sit up so you’re straddling his abs. Seungmin starts to let his hands travel up your legs and up to your waist where his hands seem to have a mind of their own and begin to rub your hips. It doesn’t even seem like he’s paying attention to you anymore. His eyes have begun to rake up and down your form sitting atop him.

“Fuck is that my shirt baby? And my favorite shorts?”

His hands reach around to grab a handful of your ass. Now this was not a part of your plan. You were supposed to fluster Seungmin and be in control of the situation; not the other way around. The smallest moan escapes your lips and you pray Seungmin doesn’t hear, but unfortunately the way his eyes find yours tells you that he in fact did. His hands travel back to your hips and gently push at them until you’re forced shimmy backwards: directly over his hardening cock that you can feel perfectly through his sweats and your thin exercise shorts. Your tongue darts out to lick your suddenly dry lips before Seungmin sits up and captures your lips with his. A surprised moan leaves you but is muffled by Seungmin’s mouth against yours.

“Mi-Min ah fuck, please,” you whisper after you manage to part from Seungmin for a brief second. You’re not even quite sure what you’re begging him for, but you know what you want the end result to be: his cock inside you.

You feel his hands start to slowly grind your hips back and forth over top his hips. Grunts begin to leave his mouth as he quickens your pace. Your hands begin to fumble around searching for the hem of his tank top. When you finally find it, you begin to frantically tug at it to alert Seungmin of your desire to rid him of it. After finally taking the hint, he pulls away from you in order to pull the piece of clothing over his head and toss it away from your figures. He then goes for the hem of your shirt and tugs it off of you along with your sports bra before pulling you back into him. His lips slowly and sensually move against yours before his tongue slips out to attempt to part your lips. Allowing him entrance, your tongues begin to dance around each other.

Before long, he’s flipping the two of you over and trailing kisses down your body. Quiet moans are leaving you at your boyfriend’s sensual touches. He reaches the waistline of your shorts and you lock eyes with him before he smirks and begins to pull them and your underwear off you.

Spreading your legs so he can get a good look at your pussy, he starts trailing his lips and fingers up and down your inner thighs to tease you.

“Min. Please. I’m begging you not to tease me,” you muster.

“What? My baby doesn’t like it when I tease her?” he chuckles.

“No please Min. I need you.”

At that, he pushes his arms underneath your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders, grabs your ass, and buries his face in your pussy. God that tongue of his. It’s working magic over your clit and across your folds. His lips then wrap around your clit and begin to suckle lightly while his right hand leaves your ass and begins to make its way to your entrance. His middle finger circles your entrance before slowly pushing in and out to stretch you out and prepare you for a second finger. Even with one finger you’re already keening and beginning to feel the first effects of your orgasm creeping up on you. After pushing a second finger in, you realize that the picture Seungmin posted on bubble must’ve really affected you a lot more than you think. Your orgasm is already fast-approaching and Seungmin isn’t showing any signs of edging you like he normally does.

“Mi-Min ah. I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Are you gonna let me?”

“I’m feeling nice tonight. Cum whenever you want baby.” he says just before reattaching his mouth to your clit.

That’s all you need to hear before the floodgates are opening and you’re releasing all over Seungmin’s face. He stays between your legs while you ride out your orgasm and only stops once you start to twitch out of oversensitivity.

“Feeling good baby?”

“Yeah,” you moan out, “I want more, Min.”

“More? What more could you possibly want, huh?” he teases.

“Please Min, don't make me beg.”

“I let you cum whenever you wanted. The least you could do is beg for it a little.”

You sigh out. Of course he’s going to make you beg for it. Nothing is easy with Seungmin when it comes to sex.

“Please Min I want it so bad. Wan’ your cock inside me. Wanna cum on your cock and be good for you, please. Wanna make you feel good, Minnie.”

He groans a little at your begging and pushes himself up to strip off his remaining clothes. Afterwards, he kneels in front of you in all his naked glory, with one hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping himself to get ready to finally push inside you.

When he finally does, it feels like heaven. The groan Seungmin lets out is magnificent and your pussy is wetly clamping down on his cock and making it harder for him to push further inside.

“Ah ah baby. Relax for me, beautiful. Can’t fuck you how you want if you don’t let me in.”

You whine at that and try your best to relax yourself. Eventually, the tenseness leaves your body and Seungmin promptly begins to slowly fuck into you.

“There we go, baby. I knew you could do it for me.”

You start letting out quiet moans as his cock drags against that especially sensitive spot inside you that only he can seem to find. You feel like you’re already on cloud nine: one orgasm down and another seems to be fast approaching. You let your hands wander up his arms and across the expanse of his back where he feels your nails bite into skin, causing to arch his back and drive a little deeper into you. You bite your lip to muffle yourself, but Seungmin is having absolutely none of that. He just starts fucking into you harder.

“You thought you were gonna come to the gym in those clothes baby? What? Did that picture turn you on so much you started thinking with your pretty pussy instead of this pretty little head of yours? You forget that you’re mine baby. I don’t think I like the intentions you had with wearing that and planning on coming to the gym. You know how many people could’ve seen this perfect ass of yours? How many guys would’ve been drooling over you?”

You can’t even think at this point. The words he says make sense, but seem to go in one ear and out the other. Your nails start leaving bright red lines down his back in attempts to ground yourself in the midst of him fucking you like a slut. Your orgasm that once was only fast approaching, is now leaving you teetering at the edge of a precipice. But you know better than to cum without permission.

“Mi-Min. Minnie. Seu-Seungmin. Can I? Please can I cum?”

“Cum for me baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

You let go and swear that you black out just a little bit from the intensity of the orgasm. At this point, only high pitched whines are leaving your mouth coupled with the need to feel Seungmin cum inside you.

“Please! Seu-Seungie. Min-Minnie please I need to feel you. Please, please, please…” you babble out.

He lets out a hoarse chuckle at that, “Oh yeah? Does my baby want me to fill her up with my cum? God you’re such a good girl. I love you so much baby. Don’t worry, I'll give it to you.”

After that, his thrusts speed up with the intent to fill you. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head with the force behind his thrusts. Seungmin’s lips find yours as his rhythm becomes sloppy, and with one last thrust Seungmin is sitting up on his haunches while he grinds himself into you in an effort to cum as deep inside you as possible. His grunts and groans are music to your ears and evidently your pussy as well because before you know it you’re coming again. His hands grasping your hips are leaving harsh fingerprint marks that will surely bruise tomorrow, but you could care less.

His hands release their grip on your hips and go back to rubbing your sides and legs.

“You doing okay baby? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

You can barely get the words out but you manage a quiet “Mmhm. Feel good,” and Seungmin smiles at you.

“I’m gonna pull out now okay, baby? I’m gonna grab a warm towel to clean you up okay?”

He slowly pulls out of you and you wince slightly, but Seungmin remedies your pain with a quick kiss on the lips before springing out of bed to go grab the necessary materials to clean you up. After striding out of your room, completely naked and looking delicious enough to have you wanting another round, he returns with a small towel and begins to gingerly wipe the cum and sweat off you while humming softly.

Tossing the cloth off to the side, Seungmin quickly lays down and pulls the blanket over the top of both of you and then opens up his arms as an invitation for you to snuggle into him, which you gladly accept. Burying your face into his chest, you can feel his heartbeat and his breaths becoming slower and longer. You know in your heart that this is where you belong. Right here, in your bed, in the arms of the man you love more than anything in the entire world.

“I love you, Seungmin.” you mumble.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Just then you hear the front door open and shut. You and Seungmin both look at each other in confusion, before you realize that it’s probably just your best friend/roommate and maybe Junhan.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear two sets of footsteps walking down the hallway just before they reach your door.

“Can I come in?” you hear Dee ask through the door.

“Yeah its safe. Be warned I am naked, but I’m under the covers.”

“I don’t know if I want to come in then.”

“JUST GET IN HERE, JESUS.”

Your door creaks open before Dee exclaims, “Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here- Oh god nevermind!” before she’s slamming your door shut.

“YOU COULD’VE AT LEAST TOLD ME THAT THE BOTH OF YOU WERE IN THERE!”

You and Seungmin both erupt in laughter before you turn and snuggle back into him. Yep. This is exactly where you’re meant to be.

a/n: thank you all for all the love on my last post! i hope you all enjoyed this one!

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Never Fly Near Giant Mold Monsters

This story is set in Resident Evil 8 Village. An AU of Chris calling on Leon's help with the Megamycete.

Ship: Chreon Words: 2,938 Contains: blood, death, angst, slight fluff.

Chris had been sitting in a tent his team set up in the forest, holding his phone in both hands. He was contemplating on calling Leon, they hadn't spoken in two weeks and the first thing he was going to ask was for help. Chris knew he would be here as soon as he could, but this was big. He had Ethan somewhere in Heisenberg's domain, his men keeping track of his whereabouts while they all worked behind the scenes to try and find Miranda. She had kept slipping out of his sight for 3 years now, but now that she had basically told them where she was, it was just a matter of searching every inch until they find her.

Chris hadn't slept in what felt like weeks, feeling like he had let the Winters family down after trying to keep them safe. Damn it! Why did everything he do blow up in his face lately? Rose had been taken, Mia was missing, and Ethan was being beaten to a bloody pulp by every creature in this god forsaken village.

He looks down to his phone one more time, he can't do this alone, he needed help, and who else than Leon? Pressing the call button on Leon's name he places the phone up to his right ear, praying to whatever had been keeping him and Leon alive for all these years, that he wasn't on another vacation he would be pulling him from. "Chris? It's been a while." Leon answered almost soon after the call had come through. "Leon." Chris seemed to pause, long enough for Leon to pick up on something. "Chris? What's wrong? Has something happened?" There was concern in the slightly younger man's voice over the phone after hearing the long silence. "Well. Yes and no? You know the Mold I found a few years ago in Louisiana?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you found more of it?"

"I have, and this seems to be the rout cause of it. I ran into a few problems with the Winters family, again. Mia had been replaced by a woman by the name of Mother Miranda." Chris explained the whole situation to Leon. Everything from him shooting her in the safe house, to Rose being kidnapped and now Ethan gone rogue in the village. "You didn't think to tell me any of this? How long have you been after Miranda?" Leon asks, annoyance in his voice. "3 years..." Chris said squinting as he waits for the earful from the other side of the line. "3... 3 YEARS?!" There was the sound of shuffling from Leons end of the line and Chris could only imagine he had been sitting down, now standing on his feet, probably pacing. "Right.. Where are you? I'll grab a small team and come to you."

"Romania, I'll send you my coordinates now." Chris says pulling the phone from his ear and sending through his exact location. Putting his phone back up to his ear, Chris waits for confirmation.

"Got it. I'll be there as soon as possible, I'm currently in Germany. Just took care of some BOWs." Leon explains almost about to hang up.

"And Leon?" Chris said quickly sensing he was about to end the conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I really need your help." He said smiling softly.

"Don't mention it, I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe." Leon then hung up so he could make his way to Chris as fast as possible. Cursing under his breath as he gets to calling the few people left from his current mission.

"Love you too." Chris said to the phone with a sigh.

-----*Several Hours Later*-----

Chris was staring at the Village from the top of a hill his unit had set up camp on. Arms crossed over his chest sighing heavily, his breath visible in the freezing air. Pulling out a cigarette, Chris lights it, sucking on the butt he felt a slight amount of tension leaving his shoulders. A glint on his left hand catching his eye as he looks to the golden wedding band on his ring finger, giving it a small twist on his finger his ears perk up. That was the sound of a chopper, Leon was here. Taking one more suck of the cigarette he drops it on the snow covered ground and stomps it out. Looking out over the towards the mountains behind the castle, a black helicopter had appeared. Flying over the center of the village, Chris could feel his tense shoulders relaxing.

"That your backup, Alpha?" Speaks a male's voice fully kitted out, ready for whatever would be coming, they had already lost two people in their group by being here, he didn't want to be next. Chris only gives a nod as something below the helicopter caught his eye, reaching for the sniper rifle the man beside him was holding, he looks through the scope. His eyes widen as he saw a large arm of the mold bursting up from the ground. Chris reaches for his phone, handing the rifle back to his man as he calls Leon.

"I'm just over the village, can't you wait for me to land?" Leon quips, a smile on his face.

"Ascend! NOW!"

"What?" Leon didn't have time to think before the black mold had wiped the entire tail of the Helicopter away from the body. "Shit!" Was all Chris heard before the call was hung up. Chris watched in horror as the helicopter started to spin out of control, he notes which direction it was heading and runs as fast as he could calling anyone who gets to the car to come with him. Two of the men in his group were ready and hopped in the vehicle, Chris took off in the direction the helicopter had just crash landed. Driving over small trees and leaping off a few small cliffs they made their way to a small clearing, Leon had managed to direct the vehicle there. Better to be in an opening rather than in a bunch of trees. Chris puts the vehicle in park and runs out of the car towards the wrecked helicopter. A body was on the ground, but it wasn't Leon. Directing one of the two men to check on him, Chris saw Leon's figure lying on the ground of the passenger section of the vehicle. Fire engulfing the entrance as on of the others had been impaled by metal, already a charcoaled corpse.

Chris rips off his large black coat and runs over to the wreckage, leaping through the fire and landing next to Leon's body. He picks him up gently in his arms standing to his feet. Hopping slightly on his heals as he exhales, psyching himself up to run back through the flames. There was a hissing sound coming from the back of the helicopter giving him the signal that there was a tank about to explode. He leaps through the fire just as the explosion pushes him further through the air, wrapping an arm around Leon's torso, a hand cradling his head into Chris' chest as he hits the ground. Rolling in the snow Chris grunts as he was laying on Leon's limp body, he looks back at the helicopter. Moving to his knees Chris hooks his hands under Leon's arms, dragging him back away from the helicopter. Just in case it decided to blow up again. "Leon!" He calls trying to wake the unconscious male in his arms. Gently resting him down in the snow Chris kneels on Leon's right side. A gloved hand resting on Leon's chest as he lay in the snow. Nose and mouth bleeding, a large gash on his left shoulder and another unknown injury causing his navy blue, button up to be soaked in blood on the right side of his lower abdomen.

Chris looks over his husband's body, laying there in front of him in the snow. "Leon! Damn it! Don't do this to me!" He said cupping Leon's face in his gloved hands. One of his other men that had joined him here, walks over holding out Chris' black coat he had ripped off his body before leaping into the flames. Taking the coat with a look of thank you to his man, Chris placed it under Leon's head. He then pulls up Leon's shirt, revealing a large, bleeding gash to his lower abdomen. "First aid kit, STAT!" He looked up to the man still standing beside Leon. Nodding the man runs to the car grabbing a second kit and hurries back to Chris. Kneeling down the man pulls out some supplies. Chris had done a quick examination of the wound while waiting, concluding it wasn't deep enough to have done any serious damage. Maybe the muscle was broken through, but not any deeper.

Chris immediately grabs the alcohol wipes and cleans away as much blood as he could, doing a quick swab inside the wound. He then begins to sew up the wound, once finished he sits Leon up with the help of the other man and wraps a bandage around his lower abdomen as well as his shoulder. Chris had done the same treatment there. Relaxing slightly, Chris looks over to the second man of his group, who was walking over to the three of them. "He's gone, sir." He addresses. Kneeling down beside his teammate. "Damn it!" Chris punches the ground, his head hanging low. Looking to Leon still unconscious in the snow he couldn't help but feel tears threatening to leave his eyes. He had put them all at risk, he shouldn't have called.

"Sir... Alpha." One of the men called trying to get Chris' attention. He then lifts his head to look up at Men. "We should get him back to camp."

"Right." Chris replied. Taking the coat from under Leon's head, he placed it over his body and scoops him up in his arms once again. Walking to the large vehicle he had driven here in a hurry, Chris slides into the back, Leon's head on his lap as the other two sit in the front. "We'll get him to camp and he'll be fine." The man sitting in the driver's seat assured his boss as he started to drive back.

Once at camp he climbs out, pulling Leon into his arms once again, walking him into the medical tent where two of his team lay under white sheets. He averts his gaze and places Leon down on one of the cots, pulling up a stool beside him. The medic of the group takes a look at Chris' handy work, giving a nod and fixes Leon up a little more while checking on his vitals. She places a hand on Chris' shoulder to comfort him. "You did good, Alpha. Quick thinking on your part, the wound on his stomach hasn't done too much damage. He'll live." She assured, placing an oxygen mask over Leon's nose and mouth to help combat the smoke in his lungs. I'll come back and check on him in a moment. I'll give you two some time alone. And Alpha? Don't beat yourself up. You didn't know this would happen." She said patting Chris' back before she leaves. Chris was now in there alone with Leon, he reaches up to take his hand but stops when he sees the blood soaked into his gloves. Ripping them off he throws them to the ground and wipes his hands on his pants, trying to remove any blood that had soaked through.

Now taking Leon's hand from under his coat still on his husband's body, Chris held it tight, his thumb caressing the back of Leon's left hand. Running his fingers over the bloodied wedding band on Leon's finger, he couldn't help but break down. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he brought his head down to Leon's hand, holding the back of it to his own forehead as he cried silently.

-----*20 Minutes Later*-----

Chris had profusely apologised to Leon as he cried, but after a while he had gathered himself and made is way out of the medical tent. Calling his team together around the map. They had started to make a plan as he couldn't just sit around, there was Mold bursting out of the ground everywhere in the village, they needed to make a move. His team gets a visual on as much of the Mold as they could from their vantage point and makes a note of it on the map. "Alpha." Called a female voice, she had Chris turning his head as soon as he heard her speak. "Someone would like to see you." She smiled.

Her smile caused a sharp pain in Chris' gut, pure relief knowing Leon was alright and now awake. Rushing past her and to the Medical tent, Chris bursts through the material doors, immediately looking in the direction of Leon's cot he had placed him on. Bright blue eyes were staring at him when he had entered, the oxygen mask off his face and now replaced with a tube, tucked behind his ears to keep it in place under her nose. Chris jogs over to Leon and falls to his knees, placing his hands on either side of his face, kissing him. A long, wet kiss as Chris had already started crying once seeing his husband looking back at him. "I thought I lost you." Chris sobbed as he pulls away from the kiss and wraps his arms around Leon.

Leon only had the strength to gently pat a hand on Chris' back. "Okay..." He says weakly. Chris could hear how little strength his husband had and pulls back to give him some space, his normally hardened look that his squad knew, was now full of worry. He knew just because Leon was awake, doesn't mean he couldn't pass away at any moment due to any underlining injury, infection or still even blood loss. Leon looked around seeing the other cots empty, looking up to Chris. "My men? Did they make it?" Leon asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Chris just looks down and shakes his head. "Damn it!" Leon replied, resting his right hand over his eyes. Chris could tell he was trying to be strong but his bottom lip was quivering. "I shouldn't have called. I'm so, so sorry." Chris said tightening his grip on Leon's left hand. "I've caused so much pain, my squad, the Winters, you... I don't know why I'm still doing this." A gentle hand was placed on Chris' arm, causing his head to lift and look to Leon who was giving him a frown. "Don't say that, we have both lost so many men in our time. But you still keep fighting. If it weren't for you, all of this would still be getting worse. And in our line of work that just means more of a clean up." Chris could only scoff a small laugh at the thought of more of this Mold. He had found where it originated from, and from what he had experienced with this stuff, if you take out the source, the rest will crumble.

"Fine... You're right. It's just so much." Chris said, his shoulders lowering as if the weight of everything had become too heavy. Leon reaches up to place his right hand on Chris' cheek.

"I know. But we have to keep going. For the sake of this planet and the living things on it."

"Okay, now you're showing just how much blood you've lost." Chris teased, taking the hand on his cheek and pulling it to his lips, pressing a kiss on Leon's knuckles.

"You should probably get going.. It sounds like a lot is happening out there." Leon stated, not wanting to ruin the moment. But there was a job to be done.

Chris nods. "Yeah.. I'll be back soon. You get some rest and I'll see you when this is all over." He says moving to his feet, but leaning over Leon to press one more kiss to his lips before standing up. Leon held onto his husband's hand for as long as possible before he was out of reach. Leon's hand reaching out to Chris as he walks out of the tent.

"You come back to me Redfield, you hear?!" Leon called out hoping Chris would have heard him.

-----*2 hours Later*-----

Chris runs back to the chopper his squad had waiting for him, baby in his arms as he hands Rose to her mother.

"Where is Ethan?"

"Take us up we have to get out of here, NOW!" Chris says walking passed three bodies under white cloths. The Chopper takes to the skies and hurries out of the village as Chris stares at the three bodies. He feels his heart clench and felt a stabbing in his gut. There was the explosion knowing Ethan was now gone.

"Chris? What was that? Where is my husband?!"

"He's gone!" Chris says slamming his fist on the wall. He then walks over to the body placed on the seats and pulls back the cloth, revealing the pale, peace face of his husband. Falling to his knees Chris stares as Leon's face, reaching down to pull his left hand free from the cloth and holds his hand.

Mia saw the wedding rings on both their hands and placed a hand to her mouth, He was feeling the exact same loss she was right at this very moment. Standing up she walks over to place a hand on Chris' shoulder. "I tried..." Chris sobbed. "I tried to save everyone."

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[bes-ton]

poison trick actually works

Summary:

Technoblade: one of these cups are poisonous Tommy: immediately downs one of them Wilbur and Philza: aghast - how do you know if that one is poison free? Tommy: was kinda hoping it was poisoned

Hero and villan AU

hero philza

hero techno

hero wilbur

vigilantly tommy

note: this is a crack fic but read the warnings, this was written before everything went down with wilbur (fuck him, and give lots of love to shelby) but i still like my writing and hope others enjoy it. ALSO a key of the hero names will be at the bottom

warnings: nonconsensual drug use, child abuse, panic attack? cussing too.

Tommy’s day had a horrible start. He almost slept through his alarm, if not for the other foster kid he shared a room with. Rushing down into the kitchen to grab an apple before running to the bus stop.

But as he made it to the door the foster parents walked down the stairs, blocking the exit. The two of them looked the four kids in front of them and back at each other.

Dale the ‘man of the house’ had a wicked look cross his face before he spoke.

“Me and Sharell have guests coming over tonight and we can’t have you miscreants messing up our image, they will get here around the time you get out of school and they will be here for about three ish hours” a dark look crossed his face but Sharell cut him off

“If we see you before they leave you best believe that you will be severely punished for not listening to you parents” her voice was sickening like it was dipped into a vat of artificial sweetness.

A murmur of “I understand” or”yes ma’am” came from the four teens. A look of rage crossed Dale’s face.

“You don’t believe us! Just watch you-“ he grabbed Tommy by the shirt “can see him as an example of what happens when you disobey us” he balled his fist and landed a strong punch into Tommy’s gut.

A small ‘omph’ left Tommy, but that was all. Any and all noise was seen as arrogance in Dales eyes.

“Get out of my sight! If we get a call from your school that you were late that will be double punishment!”

The four of them scrambled out the door as soon as Dale and Sharell moved out of the way.

They ended up just barely catching the bus.

———

History was a pain in the ass, why the hell does Tommy need to know the exact date the union of supers started, just why? Yes it slingshotted society into accepting super powers but why does he have to know the exact date. It’s stupid.

Since Tommy can’t go back to the house for another three hours which really meant five hours so 8 and curfew’s at 8:30, he should stop patrolling at 7 to get dinner at Puffys diner- dear prime why is he doing math to figure out his schedule.

Guess math can be used in the real world.

Anyway- Tommy has to find Purpled to figure out if he is patrolling alone or not. Walking around campus looking for Purpled was pretty boring, and Tommy had already checked his normal spots.

Just as Tommy was about to stop looking, Purpled materialized in front of him. In his classic purple hoodie and a smirk covering his face.

“Oh you are a dick, how long have you been here?”

———

Running across rooftops was therapeutic to Tommy but Purpled - the bitch - was very communication oriented when it came to being vigilantes something about “being on the same page and having a plan” no, find crime, kick ass offer to call an ambulance and get the hell out of dodge. That is the extent on Tommy’s plan.

“We really need to get new code names because ‘purple’ is too close to my name” Purpled said from the other side of the rooftop.

“Well then what do you want me to call you?”

“Why do you act like I know? I just don’t like it”

“Well, I have to call you something. Oh wait! I know how about-“

“If you start listing purple things I will hurt you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You named a MOTH after an ORANGE I do not trust you.”

“Her name is clementine not orange you clusterfuck”

“Tommy what the hell is a clusterfuck?”

“What happened to no real names in the field? Also the synonym to clusterfuck is Purpled” Tommy said, smug satisfaction covering his face and lacing his voice.

Purpled threw his hands up in defeat. Throwing a glare at Tommy before pointing down at the ally below them and making a be quiet motion.

A gruff voice broke the silence, the muggers voice sounding like knives on a chalkboard.

“Hand over the money little lady or bad things will happen to you” the mugger threatened.

Purpled and Tommy shared a look. A plan forming in their minds, smoothing out the details through crude hand motions.

With a wink Purpled disappeared. Leaving Tommy to listen for the sound of Purpled dropping down into the ally below.

With the near silent thud of Purpled’s shoes Tommy teleported in between the lady and the mugger.

The mugger a large built dude who towered over Tommy, made a noise of surprise that Sounded like a dog whine and stumbled back. From behind Purpled struck the the muggers knee. Making him fall, Hard.

Snatching the purse from the muggers hand Tommy turned to the lady, her face decorated with shock, handed her purse to her. Clearing his throat Tommy spoke through his mask.

“Here you go, ma’am, do you need us to call someone?” The voice was obviously fake but she didn’t comment.

“No thank you I will be going now” her voice shaking with every word.

———

After stopping five more muggings Purpled and Tommy made it to the warehouse district, it’s almost always riddled with crime, but also hero’s so they have to be extra careful.

Sneaking around between warehouse was stressful and three of the five they passed were empty. The first building that had people was a just group of homeless people.

They always have odd advice, but very interesting.

The second was what they thought was a high end drug deal. Three large crates of sealed packages on one side and two people negotiating. Both people flanked by multiple gunmen.

Walking around the outside of the building, Purpled found a Fire escape.

Once in the building they stuck to the rafters, listening, waiting. The plan was to watch and wait which Tommy thought was stupid.

The sun was just setting when they were doing the trade off.

“Where did you even get this stuff” the one in blue asked

“Oh I made it in my lab it took months to come up with the formula.” The old man with a lab coat and goggles said.

“Why? Why make a drug and sell it to dealers so junkies can shoot it up?”

“The drug isn’t what’s important, the after effects are, having civilians be the ones to be aggressive lets me and others like me do what we want-“

Up in the rafters Purpled and Tommy shared a look. And Purpled mouthed the words ‘he’s monologuing’

“-of course! Having the drug out on the streets occupies the police and hopefully even the hero’s!”

“Good to know.” The brunette in blue pauses, then said “by the wa- WHAT THE FUCK”

Purpled had unarmed the guards behind the crazy scientist while Tommy got the ones behind the blue bitch.

“Oh hello little hero’s! I thought the commission stoped having child soldiers!” Purpled paused but not for long before he landed a solid uppercut and knocked him out.

As Tommy fought the blue one, he oddly knew how to fight, like really really well.

“I know your vigilantes! If you comply you won’t be arrested!” That made Tommy falter. Purpled had even faltered before launching himself across the gap and pinning the blue British man from behind.

Just as Purpled landed on him the door bust open from the front of the warehouse came two members to the dream team.

“Oh fuck.” Was all Tommy could get out before he was handcuffed.

———

The blue drug dealer was actually one of the hero’s in the Dream Team, 404. It was nice that the dude offered to not arrest them but Purpled just had to be a bitch and thought it was a bluff.

Now as they sit next to each other in the back seat of a black minivan while the leader of the Dream Team argues with a police officer over taking the two of them back to headquarters instead of the precinct for questioning. Tommy just really wants to cuss out Purpled for being suspicious.

The police officer walked away from the van and just as Tommy was about to celebrate, the drivers door opened and in popped the hero blaze.

“Now that the custody of you two has been decided, we can finally leave! Now who do you want to be in the back seat with you? Dream or 404?” Blaze asked

Purpled’s head shot up sending a wicked glare at Blaze “Personally I would prefer Gold”

Blaze just gave Purpled the most unimpressed face that Tommy has ever seen, he couldn’t not laugh.

With a sigh Blaze pulled out his phone. A look of horror crossed Purpled’s masked face as he muttered “dream, dream can be back here we don’t mind pleasedontcallGold”

Blaze just gave him a grin and said “to late, he can’t make it to sit with you but he can interrogate you.”

———

Wannabe hero’s group chat

firecracker

one of the two vigilantes is mouthing off can Punz please put the fear of god into them during their interrogation? 🙏

Gold digger

why the hell would I do that?

Blood god

I can do it.

Green teletuby

No

Dadza

No

Gogy

Bad idea

Blood god

Why

Cussing police

NO!

Construction worker

No thanks

Firecracker

That’s a great idea 👍

Anteater #1 hater

No

Blood god

So you want me to interrogate them

Captain

No

Firecracker

Yes

Gogy

WTF

Firecracker

If Punz says no

Blood god

Ok

Gold digger

I’ll do it.

Firecracker

You ruin my fun ☹️

Gogy

Suffer

———

After laughing his ass off Tommy was squished between his best friend and one of the top heroes in the country. That’s pretty cool.

The heroes have an unreasonable amount of buildings that can function as ‘headquarters’ for their interrogation but they passed like five different buildings that Tommy knew were for hero’s and he was getting worried.

“Heyyy what time is it?”

“This is NOT the time to joke red” purpled grumbled

Gogy fished out his phone and started to say something but was cut off.

“Stop being pissy or I will forever call you grape, no matter what you decide to be called- also I am genuinely curious about the time” Tommy explained.

“Wow red I didn’t know you were like that” the tone purpled used was convincingly hurt, it even fooled the hero’s, as concern painted Tommy’s face Purpled continued

“would you call my grape if I said I wanted to change my name for gender reasons” a annoyed sound left Dream and he sat straight up like he was going to say something when Tommy once again cut someone off.

“You already did dumbass are you going to change it again?” Tommy gasped hand to his chest “are you coming out to me again? What changed!”

“I will deck you do you understand me Tommy” purpled said in a flat tone. 404 and Blaze made choking sounds while Dream looked on in amazement, they were self destructive to their vigilante identities.

“Wow what happens to secret identities?” Tommy grumbled

“Shut up Tommy is common as fuck your fine” Blaze had started snickering try and failing to hide it behind a cough. Tommy was making a noise that sounded like a dying cat.

“Oh by the way Tommy it’s like 6:45 for your curiosity” said 404.

———

It hasn’t even started and Tommy never wants to be interrogated ever again. What the hell is this, isn’t there supposed to be someone asking them questions? Aren’t they supposed to be in separate rooms? The two of them could make a cover story! These people are horrible at interrogation.

“I’m board” Tommy’s voice echoed in the silent room. With some shuffling Purpled managed to kick him. And made a shushing gesture- well their hands were cuffed so Purpled couldn’t make the complete motion.

The door opened revealing a blond guy in a white hoodie and Purpled dropped their head onto the table.

“What were you doing in the warehouse district?”

“Doing vigilante shit”

“Why?”

“Because hero’s don’t do shit where they are actually needed- OW why do you keep kicking me?” Purpled turned their head to Tommy glaring at him before gesturing to Gold and it fucking clicked.

Gold the hero, is Punz, Purpled’s older sibling. Punz who taught Tommy how to find good paying side hustles. Punz who hates his job. Punz who tought Tommy how to identify kidnappers and traffickers. Punz who hates hero’s. Punz who reports every foster home Tommy runs from. Punz who treats Tommy and Purpled like twins.

Oh shit.

A look of pure panic covers his face as adrenaline floods his system. Copying Purpled he puts his head down and try’s to calm his breathing.

It was quiet for a long time after that. Punz let go a really deep sigh.

“You’re right you know, hero’s don’t patrol where they’re needed” Tommy turned his head to look at purpled who had turned to look at Tommy. Surprise mirrored in their eyes.

“You two did a good job.” At that purpled shot up in their chair, Tommy followed their example.

A knowing smile like when Punz caught them trying to make cake with monster at 3am because they didn’t know the brownies labeled ‘mine do not touch’ were pot brownies.

“You really thought I wouldn’t recognize the custom sweatshirts I bought for you?”Tommy’s head snapped to Purpled

“You never told me they were custom made!”purpled looked at Tommy with a look that said ‘are you shitting me’

“Why do you act like I know everything!”

“Because your a walking encyclopedia of random knowledge!”

“Wow that’s a big word for you! Do you even know what encyclopedia means?”

“A synonym for encyclopedia is Purpled!”

“Purpled give my your cuffs” Punz said, breaking the loop. Confused Purpled complied. With a turn of a key the cuffs came off.

Punz made a motion for Purpled to follow him out the door, as he got to the door frame he turned back to Tommy who was still cuffed to the table.

“Tommy, there’s always a place for you at our table- I’ll try to find someone who can get you out of here”

Tommy nodded, no one beside an acting guardian could get him out anyway.

——

It had been a long time since Purpled left with Punz, Tommy was surprised that Punz hadn’t found someone to pick him up yet. Or he had and they just haven’t got here yet.

The next time the door opened, instead of his social worker, a gigantic dude with pink hair and a boar mask walked in.

“You took longer to break then last time” the dudes voice was deep an monotone.

“Well Punz said they would find someone to bail me out.” Tommy responded.

“Why would he do that?” The weirdo prodded

“Punz uses they, don’t be transphobic.”Tommy angrily stated

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well you should their your coworker”

“Did you know that you are annoying” the dude drawls

“Yes it’s one of my great qualities.” Tommy snarked

“You don’t like hero’s” he stated

“No I like hero’s but they never patrol where they are needed.”

“What do you mean”

“You really think that rich people are the most likely person to be robbed? That’s fucking stupid.”

“They have money why wouldn’t they be at Risk for being robbed?”

“Because muggers aren’t stupid enough to go where they would be caught”

“What do you mean?”

“Going to a rich neighborhood means that they are more likely to be arrested and they don’t have bail money so they-“

“So your admitting-“

“I’m not done. So they stick to poor less patrolled areas to successfully steal from.” Tommy finished. The dude just stared at Tommy like he was waiting for him to continue.

“Oh, now I’m done” Tommy chirped.

“You do know you have been arrested for vigilante activities.” Tommy nodded in place of a verbal response. The dude just looked disappointed.

The pink haired guy stood and exited the room. Not saying a single thing, Tommy heard a conversation -well more of an argument- start and he came back in with a, bag, holder, case thing.

The big dude methodically set down and opened the case, revealing multiple sharp objects that were way past the title of “knives”. Tommy was starting to get worried, and angry, like what the actual fuck you can’t just torture people.

“So here’s what is going to happen-“

The dude whose hero’s name Tommy found out was “blood god” - which was a shit name, not exactly something that would give the idea that people are safe but okay. - never actually hurt him but damn well wanted to citing how Tommy was a criminal.

The “blood god” got his questions answered, much to Tommy’s dismay and once again left the room, taking the bag of sharp objects away. A new guy in a yellow turtleneck and brown trench coat came in the room with the blood god behind him. The blood god was carrying two cups of water with him now.

“Hello Tommy! You can call me Siren!” The new guy said. He seemed like a wrongun. The two cups were set down, before Tommy could grab one the mashed man spoke.

“One of them is poisoned”

You wouldn’t

Why not you clearly don’t trust hero’s and you’re annoying.

Tommy contemplated and looked at the drinks in front of him. The clear cups made it clear to see that there was no cloudiness or powdery residue in the water.

But the way the cups were set down, one was obviously closer like they wanted him to take it, it was so obvious that any sane person would choose the one farther away, but who said Tommy was sane.

The new guy made a coughing sound but Tommy paid him no mind.

He downed the one closer to him like a shot.

The two opposite of him actually flinched, the brunette looked surprised. Kind of like a gaping fish.

“How did you know that cups not poisoned?”

“Big man, I’m hoping it is.”

The pink giant choked.

Tommy’s arms started to feel numb and he grinned.

Guess I chose right. Tommy promptly passed out.

When Tommy woke up he had a pounding headache, and really really really wanted to vomit. Tommy saw a bucket, and he did.

Tommy’s mask remained fitted to his face.

Looking around Tommy noticed that he wasn’t in an interrogation room or a cell, or looked like an apartment mixed with a office, in one corner there was a kitchen and a dining table across from the kitchen was three desks.

Tommy was on a couch in the fourth corner, looking at the TV mounted on the wall. Standing up, he looked for any sign of other people. Seeing no one he went to snoop around the kitchen for food.

Finding a cup of instant Mac and Cheese, Tommy threw it in the microwave for the recommended time. Checking the stove for the time Tommy froze.

9:56

I’m gonna die.

Checking all of his pockets he couldn’t find his phone or wallet or anything.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh hell oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh no oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh fuck.

He couldn’t breathe.

The loud beep of the microwave, someone’s hands on his shoulders, the smell of Mac n cheese, blond hair, green clothes and black wings.

Tommy started to breathe again.

A blond dude clearly old was sitting on the ground in front of him. When did I sit down. Taking a deep breath Tommy looked into the strangers eyes.

“I have to get back to the house” the stranger made a strange noise, like he was in pain.

“You weren’t picked up by your guardians so you’re at an emergency placement for the night.”

“I can’t go back, they’ll kill me” his breath picked up again. Shushing came from the stranger.

Pink hair fell in front of the strangers face and a new guy handed Tommy’s Mac n cheese to him. The gruff voice of who he assumed was he blood gods spoke.

“Let the kid eat, yes on the floor, do you really want to move him? No? Okay get up old man, don’t break your back.”

A manic giggle broke from his mouth at the absurdity of the situation.

A deep sigh and the blood god sat diagonal from him.

“Call my techno, if you don’t want to go back, we can get someone to pick up your stuff.”

Tommy nodded, he would like that. He took off his mask.

“Jesus Christ mate,”

“What the fuck”

“I knew you were a kid but damn,”

“Oh shit, dadza has a new favorite”

“Shut up Wilbur”

key:

Fire cracker / blaze - Sapnap Gogy / 404 - George not found Dream / green Teletubby - dream Blood god - technoblade Dadza - Philza Anteater #1 hater / siren - wilbersoot Gold / Gold digger - Punz Cussing police - badboyhalo Construction worker - foolish gamers Captain- Captain Puffy

[nawtponchoesquire]

Oh god, this manga is about me: Dead Dead Demon's Dedede Destruction

On December 2nd, 2022, a YouTube livestream broadcasted the rollout of Northrop Grumman’s latest technological marvel to thousands of people. Countless hours of R&D, cutting edge engineering, and assembly all lead to this moment. Northrop Grumman CEO Kathy Warden spoke from a podium about “the next generation of capability” and “defining what this nation is capable of when we work together” while the livestream chat gawked and called her Mommy.

After Warden’s speech, the hangar door behind her slowly opened. Blue stage lights cast a powerful aura over a hulking monolith draped in a white cloth. Cinematic orchestra music blared and the lights pulsed with the music. The chat screamed “TRUMP 2024”, “METAL GEAR”, and “MOMMY” still, if you can believe it. The music reached its explosive crescendo, and the curtains dropped: the B21 stealth bomber was introduced to the world in all its glory.

Admiral Christopher W. Grady called it an “Airborne Extended Deterrent”. In his speech after the reveal, Grady waffled a bit about national security, and about how this plane REALLY matters and was, like, TOTALLY worth the tax dollars, guys. “This isn’t just another airplane. It’s not just another acquisition. It’s a symbol and a source of the fighting spirit that President Reagan spoke of” he said.

Livestreams and marketing of this nature aren’t uncommon in today’s late capitalist dystopia. Gun manufacturer Heckler and Koch shows off flashy trailers of their submachine guns, edited with a slow-mo Booj and the musical timing of a Battlefield trailer. At the time of writing, there’s even an extremely late sale on their website for “MARCH MAG-NESS”, with a toggle at the top for civilian and law enforcement of course.

When looking at these pieces as part of my research for this post, I’m left with a sinking feeling that’s hard to describe. I feel swallowed by a culture and a system so determined to casualize warfare, to justify violence against a perceived, sometimes invisible threat. As the planet warms, the rich elude responsibility, and I whittle away my days at an office job, precisely one thought bounces around in my brain: “I can't wait to go home and play videogames”.

This exact feeling is captured in amber by Inio Asano’s latest finished work, Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction! (henceforth referred to as Dead Dead Demon’s). Set 3 years after a UFO appeared above Tokyo, Dead Dead Demon’s follows two high school grads just living their life while the literal and figurative “end of the world” looms overhead. What starts off as an unassuming pre-apocalyptic slice-of-life unravels into a deeply fascinating vivisection of our current geopolitical climate and how its effects trickle down to the youngest generations like countless streams of Ronald Reagan’s piss.

It’s impossible not to see the political implications of Dead Dead Demon’s. After the giant UFO suddenly appeared above Tokyo, The Japanese military panicked. They shot down the countless smaller UFO’s that poured out of the main craft, raining debris down on Tokyo’s denizens. Thousands were killed, including Kadode Koyama’s father. Kadode’s mother, left traumatized and paranoid after this tragedy, becomes the manga’s version of a conspiracy truther. 3 years after 8/31, Kadode’s mother leaves Tokyo and her daughter behind to live in a commune with her new boyfriend.

In the midst of her high school graduation and early college career, Kadode is left alone. Or, she would be, if not for Ouran Nakagawa, her childhood best friend. Ouran is Kadode’s rock-solid foundation. As the manga comes back to time and time again, they are absolute; an unwavering, unconditional love connects the two in a way that’s rarely portrayed in manga. A running theme throughout the manga is that the people you love can pull you through anything, not through fixing your problems, but simply by being by your side. Or at least, it would be. More on that later.

The duality of Kadode and Ouran is explored throughout the manga in such a way that it builds the two protagonists to be distinct but codependent. Kadode, a victim of bullying in elementary school, developed a discomfort with how easily society labels its ingroups and outgroups. Her only respite from relentless bullying was Isobeyan, an ongoing gag manga that her father worked on.

The titular Isobeyan and his incredible technological gadgets allow a neurotic teenage girl named Debeko to find wacky solutions to her problems. Debeko, unable to escape her own cycles of narcissism and self-loathing, constantly relies on Isobeyan’s gadgets to get her way. Kadode sees her own destructive tendencies in Debeko, and fantasizes about using Isobeyan’s gadgets to fix her own life; it’s a potent fantasy to give someone who is marginalized. Full-color snippets of the fictional manga bookend each volume of Dead Dead Demon’s, serving as a clear visual and structural metaphor for the invaders and how their advanced technology would seem to be able to fix anything.

While Kadode Koyama is cynical but reserved, Ouran Nakagawa is a firehose of sparkly anticapitalist rage. She’s brash and completely unfiltered, swinging from scathing cynicism about the future of Japan to raucous joy about the latest patch for her favorite FPS within literal seconds. Ouran is the candle that burns twice as bright and twice as long, loudly proclaiming herself to exist in equal parts joyous laugh and viscous battle cry.

However, that’s not the whole story. Beneath the mask is a deeply empathetic high school girl who really just loves the people she surrounds herself with. She may tease her friends after a bad date, but she’s there to hug them while they cry. Although she talks a lot of shit, she clings to her friends like they are the most important people in the universe to her. Ouran embodies both the hopeless circle-jerk of being at the bottom rung of late-stage capitalism and the boundless love that powers us through the worst of times within that system. And yet, further beneath that, something stirs within her. More on that later.

The alien invasion is a clear allegory for (INSERT HOT-BUTTON GEOPOLITICAL TOPIC HERE). It’s equal parts climate change, refugee crisis, and 9/11. The so-called invaders don’t exactly live up to their name, being about the height of a grade-schooler and waddling around with cute old-fashioned submarine helmets on. They are about as unassuming as an extraterrestrial threat could possibly be, and we even get some chapters with the invaders from their perspective as they try to survive in Tokyo’s quarantine zones. To them, Earth is a hellscape they did not intend to die on. And oh my god, do they die.

This is the part of Dead Dead Demon’s that pulls on some horrible discomfort deep within me. The genocide of the invaders is sponsored by tech industry giants like Samsung and Google, literally mowing down crowds of child-sized invaders with machine guns, while Kadode and Koyama go about their daily lives just a few blocks away. The dissonance between high school antics and the screams of what look like dying children hits close to home. It’s impossible not to see the parallels between how we, as consumers in a post-industrial society, often live willfully ignorant to the cruelties our lifestyles enable.

I’ve grappled with the question, “what is Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction about?” ever since I first sat down and read it. After a third re-read, I’m not sure that I could boil it down to one specific, sexy thematic clause, and that seems intentional. Inio Asano, the manga’s author, is notorious for creating stories that revel in complexity. Dead Dead Demon’s welcomes, interrogates, and explores a whole host of questions about life in the modern era. And then… the big reveal happens at the midway point; the truth of what this story was really, always about.

Spoilers from here on out, folks. The manga takes a pretty significant turn, one that I actually really like, but it will give you whiplash if you aren’t ready for it.

Okay. So. Time Travel.

The Ouran we’ve seen throughout the first half of the story is without a doubt eccentric. The glimpses of her that we see in flashbacks, however, look like a totally different person. As a child, Ouran is shy and quiet and rolls with the punches. She even stands idly by as Kadode is bullied by her awful classmates. For lack of a better term, she’s perfectly normal. Somewhere along the way, something seriously changed for her.

When Ouran and Kadode were young, they barely spoke. The story goes that they grew close over a summer cram school stuck together, but the secret that brought them together builds out the world and history of Dead Dead Demon’s in a pretty surprising way: Kadode and Ouran found an invader 8 years before the invasion of Tokyo.

Kadode and Ouran go full ET mode and keep the invader disguised in Ouran’s bedroom. After some debate on what to do, the invader finally speaks up for themselves using a small alien device as a translation tool. The invader’s purpose for coming to earth is clear; they are a scout sent by “the home country” to see if Earth is a good place to finally come and colonize.

The interaction here between the scout and these two schoolchildren is fascinating. The scout speaks in vague terms, but they make it clear that humanity exists on earth to create a breathable atmosphere for the invaders, much like how trees create a breathable atmosphere for us. Invaders are beings that aren’t so strongly tethered to a body or physical form; compared to humans, the invaders are actually much more spiritual and transitory. Their child-like bodies only exist as a vessel through which they interact with the world around them.

Kadode and Ouran are bestowed with an impossible burden. They believe that they must prove themselves, and by extension humanity, as welcoming and friendly to this alien civilization. The scout is content to watch this with scientific, unobtrusive collectedness. If they can get a clear read on humanity and its potential threat to the home country anyways, the scout might as well entertain these two girls’ efforts.

Through actively volunteering to do good, the girls feel like they are painting a good picture of humanity for the invader to see. However, it soon becomes clear that the system they are a part of is too big for two small girls to change. Kadode and Ouran can’t do anything about the scandalized politicians, con artists, and criminals. Kadode, fully grasping the situation and its implications, decides that she can do more. No, she needs to do more.

Kadode manages to steal a few powerful tools from the Invader. A small device that sends a devastating force out from its tip, enough to send a car tumbling sideways. An invisible cloak that perfectly obscures its wearer. A device worn on the head that allows one to fly. When these technological marvels are put together, Kadode goes from being an unassuming grade schooler to something else entirely: a vigilante dead-set on purging the horrible people from this world.

Before long, news started to break of a train wreck, and of a politician turning up dead after a hospital stay for a minor medical issue ended with a bullet-shaped wound. Ouran’s favorite pop band member quit, and suddenly the concert was canceled thanks to a technical accident. Over the course of a few days, Kadode has been tracking down horrible people, nearly killing them, and asking them one simple question, “Tell me the worst person you know.”

Ouran finds out that Kadode has been doing this vigilante work, and for the first and only time in the manga, they fight. Kadode, grappling with the sheer weight of trying to fix our world, is left cold, distant, and apathetic. Ouran finds this new side of Kadode to be frightening and alien, like she doesn’t even know who she is talking to. After an argument and a brief physical confrontation, Ouran is left alone for the first time. She is devastated.

Kadode doesn’t show up to class for a few weeks. Then she moves away. In one last ditch effort, Ouran goes to Kadode’s new home and asks to speak with her. Kadode is disheveled, but seems somewhat happy to see Ouran. Therapy has convinced her that Kadode hallucinated or dreamed up her vigilante spree, but talking to Ouran reminds her all too well that what she did was real. The people she killed, the burden of proving humanity to be good, and the destruction of her relationship with her best friend, all push her beyond her limits. She can’t do this anymore.

In the middle of their brief conversation, Kadode jumps from the fourth story of her apartment building.

This series of events, observed by the invader, force them to come to one conclusion: Earth cannot be trusted and should not be visited by the Home Country. Hopeless and devastated, Ouran asks the invader if there’s anything they can do to bring Kadode back. While the invader can’t bring back Kadode, he can do something else: transplant Ouran’s consciousness to a different timeline. This would come with all sorts of risks, such as mental deterioration, but it would allow Ouran to relive her summer school cram days to do things right. Ouran could direct the timeline so that the two never encounter the invader all those years ago. Ouran ultimately accepts the invader’s offer.

I’m kind of obsessed with this decision because it underscores the tragedy and beauty of Ouran as a character. The crazy, chaotic Ouran we’ve been with for the entire story is actually a time traveler from another timeline. Since she never met with the invader, the Home Country was not notified that Earth was dangerous, and thus they appeared above Tokyo, killing Kadode’s father among thousands of other people as collateral damage. When given the choice between inadvertently destroying humanity and losing the one person that gives her life meaning, Ouran chose for herself. I really can’t blame her for that. What good is humanity anyway?

There’s more to this story, entire twists and plotlines I’ve glossed over and cut out of this post, but this moment speaks to the core of what this manga is about. Dead Dead Demon’s is about aliens, time travel, and corporate espionage, but it’s also about the people that need to live beneath those exact colossal forces battling overhead. When the system is this fundamentally broken, filled with flashy ads for the newest line of submachine guns, giant alien-destroying mechs sponsored by pop stars, and live streams where the CEO of a death machine company is called Mommy, it’s impossible not to feel weighed down by it all. The sheer scope of capitalism has never been more visible and more damaging to its denizens.

I often feel like my life is a rollercoaster. Right now, I feel like I’m at the part of the rollercoaster after the big buildup, where an amazing view beckons to me. I’m at the top, but I can feel gravity subtly pulling me down. In our current moment, the system is buckling under the weight of problems created generations prior. The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer, and basic hopes like owning a house or even a new car are well out of reach for many, many people. Without sweeping change, we’re fucked.

I can’t wait to go home and play videogames.

[shady-lemur]

Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4!!!

Hii whores!!! Sadly this is the last part 😭😭 thank you so much for the love you've shown this lil series.

Ex gf!Ellie x reader

You and Ellie are finally deciding to give your relationship another try after everything you've been through.

1 year, 7 months, and 8 days after that night with Ellie

"Jesus christ els.. can you please put some sunscreen on before you play?" Ellie frowns at you but walks towards you, "I don't even get burnt."

You shake your head and take her shirt off, leaving her in her black swim top and shorts. "It doesn't matter, getting burnt isn't the only reason people wear sunscreen."

She rolls her eyes as you start to apply the lotion for her. She mumbles a, "I can do it.." But you know she enjoys you doing it for her. "You wanna do it yourself?"

She looks at you and shakes her head.

"We can't be out late tonight so we'll swim and hike but I told Dina we couldn't come back to see the fireworks tonight, mkay? We have therapy tomorrow at 8."

Ellie nods and pecks your lips as you finish rubbing in the sunscreen.

"Can you get my back for me please?" You hand Ellie the bottle and turn around. Ellie hums and carefully starts to rub in the sunblock on your back, making sure to get around the straps of your green bikini.

After she's done she presses a soft kiss on your shoulder before patting your ass. "All done, do you want me to set you up a spot to read?" You smile at her and nod.

Just then you hear Dina calling your name. You turn around to see her, Jesse, and JJ walking to you and Ellie. Jesse is trying to carry a cooler, towels, two beach chairs, and JJ's beach toys as Dina runs up ahead with their son in her arms.

"You finally made it out of the beach house!!" You clap. Dina bows playfully and puts JJ down in the sand so he'll start "helping" Ellie set up the umbrella and chair.

"Jesus christ going on vacation with a 2 year old is the hardest shit I've ever done in my life." She huffs, you pat her back in comfort and smile, "I can watch him for a while if you and Jesse wanna swim without him. I was gonna read."

Dina's face lights up and she smiles, "really, you sure you don't mind? He might try to run off a couple times..."

You shake your head and look over to see Ellie giving him a high five and a "fuck yeah!" as he helps her open up your beachchair. "I don't mind at all."

Dina thanks you and helps Jesse set up their chairs and JJ's toys before running out into the water, Ellie follows behind them after giving you and kiss and patting your ass once again. (She really likes your green bikini 🤷‍♀️)

You turn to JJ, who's giggling to himself as he plays with the sand. "Looks like its just you and me now.. want me to make you a mermaid tail?"

He nods and you get to work on digging a small hole for his legs.

Its been over an hour. Its been two hours and 48 minutes to be exact. But Dina, Jesse, and Ellie were having fun riding the waves and you were having fun reading your book and gently petting the two year old's hair as he peacefully naps on your chest.

You were drinking a caprisun and reading "the secret history" with JJ sleeping on you when Ellie comes running over.

"You sure you don't wanna swim babe?"

You shake your head and smile at her as she gulps down some water. "No, I'll swim tomorrow before we leave."

Ellie nods and sits down next to you and JJ.

"Are you ready to leave? I wanna go on the big trail before the sun goes down."

You cover your eyes to block out the sun, "sure. Are Jesse and Dina gonna come with us?" Ellie shakes her head, "no fucking losers are tired already."

You hum and put your book back in your bag, "okay, can you go get them so they come get JJ and I'll start packing up our shit." Ellie salutes and gives you a "yes boss" before running off again.

"Ellie cmonnn!! We're almost to the top."

You happily run ahead and eventually make it to the lookout point at the top of the trail. You see miles of green trees and hills with a beautiful glow from the sun starting to set.

"Els! Oh my god look at how beautiful."

"Y/n" Ellie says nervously behind you. You can't even focus on what she's saying because you're too busy taking pictures of the view. "Y/nn"

"One second els."

"Y/n!!"

You huff and turn around, accidentally taking a semi-blurring picture of her on one of her knees with a-

Wait a damn minute....

"OH MY GOD?????" You look down at your girlfriend in shock as she holds out a beautiful ring. "Ellie what the fuck???"

She chuckles and holds the ring out higher, "y/n, I know I wasn't the best person I could've been for the first 4 years of our first.. relationship. But being without you is a feeling I never want to feel again. Can you- fuck.. - will you marry me?"

You feel like you're vibrating with excitement and can literally only get the words Ellie, fuck, and yes to come out of your mouth.

Ellie smiles and slips the ring on your finger before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You smile into the kiss and when you pull away Ellie immediately pulls you into a hug.

"You're gonna be my fucking wife."she whispers into your ear happily. You smile at her and nod, "Im gonna be your fucking wife."

Ellie laughs and presses kisses anywhere her lips can reach while murmuring about the life you two will live.

1 year after the proposal

Ellie cries when you walk down the aisle. She tries really hard to keep it together but she just can't when you happily walk (probably too fast) towards her.

You smile as she grabs your hands and completely block out everything the officiate says because your soon-to-be-wife looks soooo damn good in her suit....

Everything about today was perfect. JJ did amazingly on his flower boy duties. Dina helped you get ready as your maid of honor while Jesse gave Ellie pep talks all morning. Your dress was perfect, Ellie's suit actually fit her perfectly. Joel showed up in time to give you a huge hug before the ceremony and tell you how greatful his is for you. The flowers were perfect. You and Ellie were perfect.

You both just stare at each other and cry and giggle and hold each other's hands like you'll slip away if you don't. Once the officiate finally tells Ellie to kiss her bride SHE DOES......

Teeth and everything because you're both just so excited to finally be fucking married. Once you both pull away Ellie grabs your hand and starts to run.

Ellie laughs and runs down the aisle as you try to keep up while waving at your family. She runs out the doors, down the hall of the venue and into one of the private bathrooms.

"You're my fucking wife!!!!!"

You look at her disappointedly once she closes the door. "Els, we cannot have a quickie in the bathroom right after the ceremony.."

She frowns slightly and starts to pull up the skirt of your dress a little bit, "are you sure...??" You sigh and shake your head before helping her lift it up so she can get under it.

9 months after the wedding

"Els, how was work?" You ask as your wife walks through the front door of your new house. She shrugs and sets her coat down before going to give you a hug.

"It was fine. Nothing excited really happened." You hum and give her a kiss before tucking her hair behind her ear. She gives you another kiss and then rubs your hips as she talks, "how was work for you? Do the kids like the book you picked out?"

You laugh, "the kids don't like anything I do. I think they like the book though, it really speaks to some of them."

She softly gropes your thighs as you talk.

"Do you want chicken for dinner or do you wanna order out?"

You feel her hands travel up, "up to you babe. I'm okay with anything."

"Okay.. We'll have the chicken tomorrow, I'm so fucking tired tonight I can't cook."

Ellie lifts you up and makes you wrap your legs around her as she walks you to the couch.

"Oh my god Ellie put me down!! You've got car grease all over you." She plops you down on the patted seats before kissing your temple. "Find a good movie for us to watch and order us whatever you want. Ill go take a shower."

You smile at her and nod, "thank you els."

She gets out out of the shower and into your arms about 15 minutes later, only getting up to get the door dash and utensils.

You comb your fingers through her hair as you both doze off, the only words you hear before you fall asleep are "I love you" coming from your wife's mouth.

RAAAHHHHH

Okay time skip...

Im absolutely destroyed about this series being over but now I'm kindve thinking about writing something for Abby because I saw this MAGICAL edit of her today omfg...

I love you guys sm (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Taglist <3

@gold-dustwomxn @catostrophiclesbian @ellieswifee @unstablefemme

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Do you think husband Gai ever got past losing Kakashi?

Like here was the man of his dreams, who he grew up with, spent almost every day with, married and had 8 dogs with. He built a house and bed for him, and eventually they bought a book store together to live out Kakashi's dream of owning a book store. They had plans to start a family... and then one day it was taken from him, only for the love of his life to start transforming into a god and then vanish in the sky. Worse was, Gai realized what was happening and I could see him and Kakashi realizing it near the exact same time and Gai just...slowly removing his hand that was putting pressure on the wound. Letting the blood flow...

Letting his Kakashi go...

It must have been the hardest thing he ever did... (He'd face a million Madara's if it meant having his Kakshi back.)

But Kakashi is not actually gone... he can come back to him on occassion. He can get to hold him, their dogs visit him regularly...

But in some ways I wonder if that makes it harder at first. To go from a full, busy house every day... to almost completely alone. To have the animals and his partner who he loved more than anything, keep flitting back in and out of his life. A reminder of what was and what he can't have...

So does he ever reconcile with all these feelings? Do he and Kakashi move through it together? Does he ever get to the point where it becomes less "I lost my husband" and more "my husband is a god and works sometimes far from home...he needs to go on many business trips and the dogs have to go too...but they'll come back. I can't have them every day but... they'll always come back to me."

I almost see a scene where Gai sitting really sadly in their bookshop after hours, crying at the desk, before Kakashi comes over, hand on his, before saying something soft to make him feel better "I can fix that."

(The movie Holes RUINED me as a kid!!!)

And at this time, Nanako has finally appeared to him. There's Wakare and Saikai who were the kids/ now adults he never got to raise, but they're still his and Kakashi's (well one is Ibiki's. But I figure its like how Hiroki was Kakashi's kid despite not being related. These men adopt one another's kids XD.).

Just Gai slowly moving forwardfrom the pain and accepting his new life. He may never have back what he lost... but he knows he's also lucky to be able to get to see, and have the Kakashibin his life at all. He may be a god... but he's still his Kakashi.

I wonder if one day when he's outside, he smells the scent of the rain before it falls and has the stark realization...that that is how Kakashi always smelled... and maybe just smiles to himself as he waits for his husband and his rain to appear.

Gai smelling the rain one day and realizing that it’s the smell he always got from Kakashi. The scent that would overwhelm him whenever he buried his face into Kakashi’s neck and tried to drown himself in that beautiful scent.

It’s so sweet 😭😭😭

Also that scene of Gai putting pressure on Kakashi’s wound, hoping against all odds to save his husband, only to see how Kakashi’s body is starting to glow

Maybe that’s not the moment he realizes though

It’s when the rain starts to fall

For all of this life Gai has been denied the rain, except for the first night of his life. He has never seen it. Never smelled it (except on Kakashi) and never felt it

But as soon as that first raindrop falls he realizes what’s happening.

He understands in that instant that Kakashi isn’t really dying, he’s returning to the place he’s supposed to be and Gai can’t hold him back

Because as much as he wants to both Kakashi and Gai are very duty bound, and neither of them would hold the other back from carrying out their duty, especially when an entire world relies on it.

Gai takes his hand off Kakashi’s wound and Kakashi smiles up at him with the saddess, most apologetic smile Gai has ever seen because he doesn’t WANT to leave

Even as the memories flood back he wants to stay

He wants to be selfish and tell the world to wait because he has given up so much for it, but he can’t because people will die

He knows they will. He has seen it. Him and Gai have helped at the children’s hospital by bringing produce for the kids meals and seen how the drought has affected so many people

He’s needed, and no matter how much he wants to tell the world to wait he can’t

So Gai let’s go of Kakashi and Kakashi let’s go of Gai

Except they never really let go

It may take a few days for Kakashi to make his way around the world ensuring everyone gets water, but he will always come back to gai. He will always find his way home, and it will almost always be when Gai needs him the most

When it’s becoming too hard to pretend to be happy while his heart is breaking

As for the kids, they’re all shared custody tbh

Nakano asserts she has three days: Kakashi, Gai and Ibiki

Houki and his sister (i f***ing forgot to put them in my google dog for this au 😭😭) are shared custody between Tenzo, Kakashi, bee and Iruka.

Wakare: Kakashi, Ibiki and Gai

SaiKai: Ibiki, Kakashi and Gai

Hiroki: Kakashi, Rin and Gai

The only one of Kakashi’s kids that only really recognizes their bio parents as their parents is Koni (Ibiki/Kakashi’s son) and that’s because Gai was still mortal at the time and never a big part of his life. He still gets along with Gai when he becomes a god though

[onekisstotakewithme]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @thebreakfastgenie (you should check out her work, it's amazing), so thank you Sarah 💜

(This isn't the exact last ten fics I've published, but close enough for jazz, yeah?)

None of Us are More Than Caretakers

The beeping of CJ’s pager jolts her from a light doze, and it takes her a minute to orient herself as to where she is.

(The West Wing, ongoing WIP; set between "The Last Hurrah and Institutional Memory", essentially a 'passing the torch' story)

2. Aurora

There’s a certain kind of serenity that comes in the hour before the sun rises.

(The day BJ comes home, from Peg's POV)

3. You're Gonna Die Bloody (and All You Can Do is Choose Where)

It’s a warm, sultry summer night, but as CJ steps into her apartment, her phone vibrating insistently against her leg, the chill of the air conditioning makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

(CJ tries to protect Danny during the investigation into the shuttle leak; part 3 of "Butch & Sundance", but can be read as a standalone).

4. A Night to Watch

CJ should be working her way through a stack of briefing memos on the situation in Kazakhstan, but every time she flips open a new folder, her mind starts to wander.

(Election Night, 2006)

5. Fallout

CJ’s outer office is still filled with military men, and she barely has time to set her coat down before jumping into the fray.

(CJ and Danny play phone tag as they deal with the fallout from their dinner and the San Andreo incident; Tag to Internal Displacement/Duck & Cover)

6. Welcome to Korea... Again

Hawkeye never expected to step foot in Korea again.

(Korea, 1972)

7. As Years Unfurl

Grand Central is bustling as always, BJ craning his neck to see over the crowds.

(Ten years after the war ends, under the clock in Grand Central Station, BJ and Peg wait for Hawkeye)

8. The Fall

It’s well after midnight by the time CJ gets home from work, her apartment quiet and dark, save for the sound of the ticking clock over the sink and the moonlight leaving stripes on the floor.

(Danny calls CJ after her first day as Chief of Staff; Part 2 of "Butch & Sundance" but can be read as a standalone)

9. etymology

As BJ continues putting up the decorations for the party, everything bright red and cheerful-looking – exactly to Hawkeye’s specifications – there’s a feeling in his chest that he doesn’t have a name for.

(the evolution of the triad, the evolution of language to describe them)

10. The Fall's Gonna Kill Ya

The moon is rising over Washington when CJ gets back to her apartment, a spring breeze rustling her skirt as she walks up the front steps.

(When CJ is offered Leo's job, there's only one person she wants to call with the news; Part 1 of "Butch & Sundance", can be read as standalone)

Anyone who wants to do this is welcome, but I'll tag @just-fandomthings @neekerbreeker @claudiajcregg and @fieryphrazes

NO pressure, just love sharing words 🥰

[anyaispunk]

Morning and Coffee

Summary: Tom looking back at their moments while drowning alone in misery.

Word Count: 599

Note: There will be 3 parts of this story. I really do hope I make you cry.

Part 2 Part 3

“Damn it, I really need that coffee.”

Tom whining at 8 in the morning was not a usual thing in their house. Today is an exception. Unfortunately, this morning, his palate doesn’t get a chance to be devoured by the taste of his favorite caffeine.

The smell of breakfast still hangs in the air. After fighting the urge to stay in his warm hug, yet it feels like they’re holding each other for dear life, she decided to make scrambled eggs for the long hours of work he had to do a day before.

He wasn’t making it easier though. Feeling the motion of his wife trying to escape his much bigger figure was enough to wake him up.

“Where are you going?” he groaned. Doziness consumed him. His sore muscles needed nothing other than her warmth.

Chuckles escaped from her mouth. The image of them arguing about whose more clingy in the morning was coming back to her head.

“I’m making breakfast today,”

He gave her a confused look.

“As a reward for my annoyingly irresistible man for working so hard to keep his wife well-fed,” she added.

Big grin now plastered on both of their faces.

Filthy ideas rushing through his mind. He decided to let one of them slipped through his tongue.

“Well… if you want to give me a reward. I have a better proposition to offer you, my lady.” his voice turned dark as well as his eyes. Steadying each of his hands on both sides of her head, his breath became closer and closer as he was towering her.

Smile slowly fading from her face. Knowing exactly what he was going to say or do next. Taking the advantage of loosened grip, she ran out so quickly, leaving Tom dumbfounded and lost of what to do next.

He joined her to the kitchen. Practically running, because he was chasing her down like a snake trying to catch its meal.

Acknowledging that she was being chased, the feel of blood pumping through her veins made her screamed of excitement. Her laughter echoed through the hall.

This was it.

This was the only thing that Tom needed.

What he wanted.

This was more than enough.

The feel of her presence in the house.

The feel of her skin under his scarcely touch in the morning.

Her teases and her laugh.

Her.

Her was the only thing that he would never take for granted. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he always appreciated every small things they had. Even when everything was going really well, never, for once, he forgot to thank God for blessing his life with her.

Waking up from his memories, he remembered that day when his coffee maker broke, just like this morning.

Furious, embraced by his lack of boost after a sleepless night and anger of her absence, he threw his coffee mug to the floor.

Glass shattered on the floor. The exact replica of his heart’s current condition.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t even bother to clean it up.

Because everything already feels like a mess, and he doesn’t have a clue on how to uncontaminated this mess from pain.

Picking up his car keys from their keyholder in the hallway, he stormed out.

He needed his coffee.

Driving to the nearest coffee shop was his number one priority.

His car parked neatly in front of the coffee shop. As he pulled his keys from the keyhole, he couldn’t deny a familiar face sitting behind a table near the fragile transparent wall when he looked back up.

He froze.

[amnotaqueen]

Now He Is Done With Me

So, last night my husband arrived home with our son at 10:15pm. For over 8 hrs, our son was with him and all it looks like they had to eat was a small bag of popcorn that they both shared. I saw the bag with some of it in the trash can in our kitchen. Around 10:30 pm he was eating dinner. They woke me up when they got home (I had gone to bed around 9:15pm). I could not go back to sleep.

I was still awake past 4 am. I had been piddling around and reading and watching some videos on my phone when my husband came in. I didnt get much sleep. In the morning, my husband took our son to the meeting without me. He did not give him breakfast. I did feel ok about it though because I was hoping our son was not that hungry anywayvsince they had eaten a late dinner. Just proves my fear that if it depended on my husband alone, our son would skip mealsand be made to fast regularly.

For the past few days he made occasional attempts to show interest in me, dropping crumbs. For so many years, dropping crumbs worked. I felt so happy to be given the slightest attention, so hopeful that it would lead to a better relationship, that I would immediately act like all was well and so we could move forward in the right direction. Problem was, things never moved in the right direction for longer than 48 hours. The exact same dismissive attitudes, uncaring behavior, unloving and selfish treatment always returned. He always reverted back to showing me that he has no love for me. It's a sickening, depressing, anxiety-inducing cycle.

So, these latest attempts were falling flat on me. I thought he was probably just doing things because someone told him to. But his attempts also came after I had learned to 'grey rock' him for an extended period of time. I had been remaining silent, non-reactive to anything he did or said. This is something I started to do because he is making me more concerned about the welfare of our son, and he is starting to regularly take trips for days telling me I can't go and not providing address and names of who he is staying with. I had decided that it was very suspicious and that especially with his history of having at least one extra-marital relationship (evidence of romantic relationship but no evidence found of sexual intercourse) that leaving me and going places without me indicated that he may be cheating again. I also decided that it was probably in my best interest to not have sex with him so I would not be exposed to any STDs should he actually be cheating on me. We had gone weeks without sex.

He started to come in to say goodnight after not speaking to me all day. After the blow out at Carlsbad Caverns, he heard me telling someone else I wanted to go to Colorado. So he asked me if I wanted to go to Colorado for our anniversary. I had no intention of celebrating our anniversary because, frankly, there is nothing to celebrate. He himself did not offer to do it because he values our relationship and wants to celebrate. He was simply going to take me probably so that he could say that he took me somewhere for our anniversary. If any of his friends ask what we did for our anniversary, he could tell them he took me to Colorado. Im sure he is painting a picture for them that Im well and our son is well and we have a good marriage and happy family.

We have no one to watch our son for us, by the way, and he wasn't planning to spend money on hiring a sitter. So our son would have been going with us on our weekend anniversary trip to Colorado. I told him that I didn't want to go. So he can flip out because I feed our son a meal or snack? Im tired of going places with him and being scared of how he will treat me and our son, wondering if he will abandon us or endanger us, how he will abuse us away from home.

Mind you, he is talking about an anniversary trip to Colorado and coming in to hug me at night all of a sudden when he has recently lied to me about our joint tax refund refusing to give me a copy, and telling me I can't go with him to the UK or to his Nigerian get-together with his friends in Georgia, and refusing to honor his promise to take me stargazing because he became furious when I gave our son two 60 calorie fruit snack packs when our son had not eaten much that day and had good behavior.

So, we didn't go. No sex. I'm learning to accept that he will not change. I want to break this endless cycle of being mistreated and acting like eveything is fine when he wants to have sex. I want to set boundaries to protect myself. I have to regain and protect my sanity. He came in one day, acting like he wanted to talk.

For ten years, our talking has been pointless because he is only interested in talking himself, not listening. He is not interested in true communication. He is interested in dictating to me how he wants things to be. He is interested in me adopting his thoughts and beliefs and never disagreeing with him. Disagreeing becomes a debate to win for him. Talking to him has always led to yelling, insulting, and devaluing me. He doesn't talk to resolve issues and compromise. He talks to inflict pain, to add gasoline to a fire. His talk is empty and circular, often nonsensical, and I just end up frustrated trying to explain to him what he is pretending not to understand. Talking is gaslight time for him.

Plus, why would I talk to a person who lies to me so often and freely. I told him he wasnt honest. He asked me, "about what?" He was fishing to see what I knew he was lying about without admitting he was lying. There are so many things he ies about or leaves me in the dark about. Like the tax return. Like sending money to people in Nigeria. I told him I didn't want to talk. Why, I asked him.

He actually said so we can be more than roommates. I've said that we are like roommates time and again and begged him to work with me, listen to me, compromise with me so that we could apply Bible principles and be more than roommates. He has never been interested. Nor was he truly interested this time.

It was like he was trying to butter me up so that he could have sex with me right before he leaves for the UK . He is never interested in fixing our marriage. He is never truly interested in my feelings. So I had been rebuffing him. He was trying to have sex. I was trying not to have sex. But I knew the inevitable would come.

Early this morning when I couldn't sleep, he came into the bedroom just trying to have sex. No questions like, "Why are you still up? Are you OK?" Just being touchy- feely. I told him that I had been up since they got back at 10:15pm, that they had woken me up. He quickly said, 'sorry'. But he proceeded to try to have sex with me. He didn't care that I wasn't getting enough sleep and would probably miss the meeting. All he cared about was sex. Ultimately, I did not have sex with him. I told him he wanted to have sex but didn't want to tell me the truth and didn't want to take me to the UK with him. He said we could go to the UK another time. I told him that I don't know who he is with or what he is doing when he tells me I can't come with him and doesn't even tell me where he is going exactly, and therefor didn't know if he could be cheating on me and would give me STD.

Eventually, he left the room. Now, I realize that by denying him sex this would cause major problems. Because, in his mind, only he can and should deny me and our son of anything he chooses. He is justified to do so for any reason he likes. We,on the other hand, are obligated to comply with any demand he makes even if it is to our detriment. Noncompliance is never tolerated well. This is an insult to him, a great offense that cannot be forgiven. There is not valid excuse for me to not have sex with him. He can unapologeticallytreat me like a doormat or trash, but I must still have sex with him. He accepts no responsibility for why I would be in fear of him cheating on me any possibly giving me an STD. He said that offended him. But he can't see why I'm offended by him lying to me and telling me I can't go with him to gatherings of friends and to the UK for a friend's wedding.

Basically, he is done with me. If Im not putting out, and he us already good with his citizenship, what use do I have? He certainly isnt willing to adjust a thing about himself to save our marriage and family. He has worked exceedingly hard to own a business, but far, far less energy is put into our marriage. He told me he would divorce me now if it weren't for our son. So, as soon as our son is 18, he is divorcing me. He doesnt care about making things easier on our son. He probably thinks he is going to try to avoid having to pay child support to me by waiting until our son is 18.

When I first got married as a Jehovah's Witness, the idea of divorce was so foreign. It's shocking to me that I'm facing divorce. The way I have been treated by my husband,a fellow Jehovah's Witness, has been exceedingly shocking and devastating to me. I have been traumatized beyond measure. I wish I were a stronger person.