#(and if they pull that on us i'm going to need an EXTREMELY good explanation to go with it to justify that)

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[captainofthedauntless]

Wants

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader needs help wrapping gifts at the last second before a party. Leo's their hero. And a huge distraction. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. An attempt at Spanish by a very not Spanish speaking writer. Established relationship. Arguably steamy. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: IDK what the fuck happened here.

See, here's the thing.

You are extremely, incredibly kissable.

He knows this. He knows this like he knows his swords are sharp. He knows it in his bones.

He also knows you have somewhere to be.

(Really, his motives were good. He came over just to help you finish wrapping your friend's birthday gifts (okay, and give you shit for only now getting around to it). He just wanted to be a supportive boyfriend and make sure you had time to get ready in peace.)

And yet, because he's either an idiot or an asshole, here he is, boxing you in at your table and kissing you.

See, the thing... you look really, really good. And you smiled at him when you walked out of your room, all dressed up and looking forward to the party you're going to and grateful for his help.

And he's only human- turtle- hm.

He's not immune, is his point.

So here you are, getting kissed, and his hands are on your waist and yours are grabbing handfuls of his shirt and he's very, very happy.

It's only when you gasp against him- his hand slipped, okay, he hadn't meant to squeeze your hip like that- and the sound makes his heart skip one beat and crash into another that he realizes- with all of the force of getting hit by a train- that he has to stop.

It's like cutting off his own arm.

But he does it, he pulls back- pushes back against every fiber of his being that wants to keep you close enough that he can almost hear your heartbeat- because you have places to be.

And you deserve much, much better than him being a desperate disaster against your dining table.

Now he's staring.

He's staring and his hands are still on your waist and your hip and he has to stop. Has to. Needs to. Like, muy rápido, right now, yesterday has to stop.

"...Hi," He says, voice all shaky and gooey through his grin.

"Hi," You repeat, a little dazed as you're still clinging to his shirt.

You're smiling at him again. He's not sure you ever stopped.

Shit. Fuck. He has to walk away.

He wants to keep you there for the rest of your natural lives.

"You gotta go," He mutters grimly, and he realizes how fucked it sounds immediately, and he throws himself into an uncharacteristically jumbled explanation because his brain is still offline. "It's late- you gotta- the thing- I'm- fuck I don't want to stop kissing you."

You cock your head as you process his messy babble, blinking twice, and then you're laughing.

And then he's laughing, because really it's that or take one of your butter knives and portal himself into the ocean, and if he does that he can't do this again.

"I gotta go," You confirm with a wry, bittersweet smile, not letting go of his shirt.

It's going to be so wrinkled.

He literally could not give less of a fuck.

"You gotta go," He repeats, more to himself than you, and you must know that because you're laughing again and you must really not care about... whatever urgent thing you have to go to... whatever that was, because you're not helping him stop like. At all.

You're gonna be the death of him one day.

"Maybe... you could come back by tonight? We could watch that stupid racing movie you've been talking about-"

"It's a heist movie, thank you-"

"-And, uh..."

"Don't say chill. I'll explode. I'll expire."

"I was trying to say cuddle," You say, bashful and exasperated at the same time, somehow. As though he'd ever say no. As if he knows how to say no to you. As though he ever, ever stood a chance.

It's beyond cute. It's enough to make him want to squish you and literally never let you go.

"You gotta go," He groans, his hands darting up to cup your cheeks and squeeze your face softly. "You're gonna drive me insane. What even is this again?"

"Birthday party."

"They'll have another-"

"Leo!" You laugh over his playful persuasion.

"You can send a card-"

"Leo."

"I'll pay for postage. I'll lick the stamp."

"Leonardo," You breathe, all fond exasperation, as though you'd ever let go of his shirt. As though you're any better than he is.

He almost wants to push just a little farther, see what else he can get you to call him.

He really wants to.

He wants a lot of things around you.

And even more when he's not around you.

And now, he's facing min-ee-mum four hours being not around you.

He hates it.

He takes the feeling and balls it up and three-point-shoots it into his mind's trashcan, because you deserve to go and have fun and be merry and all that jazz. He gets you to himself enough- never enough, literally never enough- that he can share.

Plus, he did a fantastic job wrapping those gifts.

And, as easily as he twists and leads and convinces other people, he's played himself right into a corner, because now it's both you deserve him being normal here AND his ego.

He'd be impressed by himself if it weren't for the fact that it means he loses.

He shakes his head a little, because he lost the plot minutes ago and you really gotta go and he's still got you against the table.

"Movie night?" He asks, just to hear you talk. He knows the answer.

"Movie night," You confirm happily, releasing his shirt.

He whines a little. He's barely even embarrassed at this point.

You laugh again and smooth the fabric out, hands warm on his plastron and making him a little insane again, before you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for your help, honey."

"Thank me by making sure those are put front and center on the table, yeah?"

You glance at the boxes- done up in blue ribbon, you notice- and nod. "Art deserves to be displayed," You say seriously, and he's dangerously close to kissing you again because you're perfect.

"Yoooou-"

"Gotta go?" You finish with a knowing grin, eyes smug, head tilted playfully, perfect.

"Extremely, extremely yes. If you don't go I'm never gonna let you go. You gotta go."

"Hm..."

"Nope!" He says quickly, cutting off whatever tease is about to come out of your mouth, clinging to his sanity by half a thread. "Nope, nope, you are taking those boxes and you are going and you're going to have a great time and be safe and that is final."

"Are you telling me or yourself?"

Perfect. The death of him. Smug and clever and kissable and the worst and the best.

"Both, apparently."

"...I can be a few minutes late-"

"Baby, gorgeous, mi vida, if you don't get out of this apartment-"

You laugh bright and mischievous and delightful, and you press a quick kiss to his lips, and you scoop up the gifts and your keys ("You can port out, right?" "I think I'll manage.") and your phone and wallet and he grabs the door for you, because he's a gentleman (unwilling to be an inch farther from you than he has to).

"See you tonight," You promise, turning back to look him in the eye with more open affection than he was ready to see outside his own reflection.

"See you tonight," He agrees, knowing he sounds lovesick.

You leave, he closes the door, he slumps forwards to rest his forehead against it as he turns the lock and laughs breathlessly because his chest feels like it's going to explode from how much of it is just you.

[tojisrealwifey]

Just One Chance

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: Senju makes a promise to wait for [name] before [name] moves. She's back after 10 years but loving Senju seemed to have backfired on her. Now, as she wallows in self-pity she is reunited with her ex, Mikey.

note: this is an alternate ending for my senju fic. you don't need to know the story but if you're interested you can find it here.

・❥・requests : rules

WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex (f.receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Masturbation, Slight Somnophillia, Dacryphilia, Slightly OOC Mikey, Cringe Arguments, Manipulative Reader [she is very selfish], Non-Canon Couples, Drinking, Mentions Of A Foursome.

・❥・wc: 7.8k

・❥・masterlist

"Hey, [name]!" Hearing a faint shout from behind her, she turns around whilst taking off her earphones. She is met by Takeomi and a woman who were making their way through the airport crowd.

She also starts to walk towards them, her black suitcase dragging behind her. 

As soon as she was an arm's distance from them, Takeomi pulled her into a hug. Despite cringing slightly, [name] couldn't stop her lips from perking up into a soft smile. 

"How are ya, [name]?" Takeomi asks her, pulling away. She replies with a faint 'good' before Takeomi is pushed away by the woman who was beside him.

"Hello [name]-chan, it's so nice to meet you." The red-head woman offers a handshake which [name] accepts. 

"Hello, Rika-san, and likewise. Again, I'm really sorry for not attending the wedding, I had crucial exams that week." [name] replies, maintaining her professional tone.

"Awhh, that's no problem honey, also relax, you sound so stiff!" Rika chuckles. 

"I don't- this is how I talk." [name] says, tilting her head slightly. 

"Damn, I'm still not used to you talking so politely, architecture uni really killed your attitude, didn't it?" Takeomi laughs out.

"Or maybe it's cause I'm no longer 17." [name] rolls her eyes. 

"I definitely spoke too soon, the attitude is still there! Anyways, give me your luggage so we can leave already, I hate airports." Takeomi shudders and takes the suitcase from her.

"Honestly, you and your dislike for airports." Rika scolds jokingly but nonetheless follows her husband.

The ride home was quite enjoyable in [name]'s opinion. Rika and she kept chatting away, especially the former, but she did get questions about her job thrown at her which she answered happily. 

[name] had worked extremely hard to get into this profession so, of course, she'll speak proudly of it.

After some time, they finally reached home. When Takeomi was pulling up the car, she noticed her brother, Wakasa, walking out the front door. 

As the car halts, she immediately jumps out and goes to hug her brother, and he does so without any complaints. 

"I missed you..." He smiles into the embrace. 

"Obviously not enough to come pick me up." [name] rolls her eyes playfully. He grunts at her comment but smiles when he notices that she has started to become comfortable showing more emotions.

"Okay, come on, let's go inside. Freshen up, I'll prepare some food."

It had been a day since she arrived back in Japan, 24 hours yet she still hadn't seen the person she longed for the most. 

Right now she sat at the dining table across from Takeomi and his wife, as Wakasa cooked dinner.

She was wearing a pair of comfortable shorts but was wearing a white formal dress shirt since she had just gotten off an online meeting a few minutes ago.

Not being able to contain her thoughts of the pink-haired girl, she confronts Takeomi about it.

"Takeomi-nii, where's Senju?" [name] finally let the question spill. Takeomi freezes. She also didn't miss how Wakasa momentarily paused his cooking. 

"What..?" she asks hesitantly, her mind filled with awful thoughts.

"[name], Senju...she uh.." Takeomi lets out some incoherent babble not knowing what to say. 

"Nii-san?" she turns to her brother this time who also froze up, not giving a proper explanation.

[name] immediately stands up and runs out ignoring her brother's calls from behind her. The cold air hit bare legs. 

She doesn't pay mind to her shorts that keep riding up with every speeding step. She took in heavy breaths but didn't stop till she reached Senju's apartment building. 

Finally halting, takes a moment to recover her breath. Entering the building she first checks the nameplates. 

If [name] remembered correctly, the Akashis' flat was 703. And she was correct, except that instead of Takeomi's name, the apartment seemed to be owned by Akashi Senju.

PING!

She heard the elevator open from behind her. She turns to see a few people emptying out of the elevator, when it is finally clear of people she enters the elevator. 

Pressing the 7th floor she secretly admires the interior of the elevator. She couldn't believe how much this building had changed over 10 years.

The elevator door opens up as it reaches the 7th floor and instantly walks out of it. Walking along the corridors she searched for the door with the number '703'.

Her eyes finally catch the said number and her feet move her towards it. Her vision slightly darkened due to her nervousness but still found the strength to ring the doorbell.

Immediately, she hears a few shuffles as a few footsteps grew closer to the door.

The door swung open as [name]'s face brightened at the thought of finally seeing Senju again.

Except, it wasn't.

Instead of seeing Senju's light pink hair, she was greeted by light brown hair. 

"Yes..?" The shorter woman in front of her spoke. 

"Oh-um...is Senju here?" [name] asks in a faint whisper, suddenly losing her voice, her head instinctively lowers to face her feet.

"[name]?" The other questions in a shocked tone. [name] snaps her head back up, taking a moment to realize who she is speaking to.

"Yuzuha?" She questions, her heart beginning to pound. 

"Ugh, who is it love?" [name] hears a familiar voice, noticing how it had grown slightly mature. 

The girl that she loved walked into the frame, her eyes widening at the sight of [name]. 

Senju sucked in a breath, shock embedded on her face as she stared at [name] with guilt in her eyes.

"Um, [name] please come in..." Yuzuha moves out of the way. [name] mindlessly agrees, taking off her shoes and walking in. 

She was so stunned she failed to notice her actions.

"You both should talk, I'll be inside if you need me." Yuzaha gives a sad smile and walks further into the apartment.

Their lips were sealed shut, both were unable to start the conversation, that was until [name] noticed a shiny rock on Senju's ring finger.

"You're married?" [name] asks. Following her gaze, Senju lifts her hand and fidgets with the ring.

"No, just engaged." Senju replies with a quiet voice.

"Since when?"

"Just now actually..." Senju answers.

[name] closes her eyes, her head tilting back slightly as she accepts the reality of the situation. Her roughed-up appearance made sense now.

They were going to have sex.

[name] felt her throat close up, her heart frantically beating in an unpleasant way. 

Oh, it hurts...

It hurts so much. 

She only now realized how much pain Senju had been put through during their teenage years.

"[name]...I-" 

"Don't." [name] interrupts her.

"It doesn't matter." She continues, releasing a heavy breath. 

"[name] please-"

"Stop Sen-"

"NO, LET ME SPEAK!" The shorter female says raising her voice. [name] stills.

"I- I'm sorry, [name]." Senju's voice wavers as she apologizes.

"Sorry about what?" [name] snaps, her question coming out more stern than she intended.

"I- I-" Senju starts but is cut off when [name] sighs sadly.

"You're sorry that you moved on from me? You're sorry that you broke your promise that you'd wait for me? You're sorry that you're engaged?" [name] asks her.

Senju says nothing except look at the floor guiltily. [name] lets out another sigh.

"You found someone you love and makes you happy. You have nothing to be sorry about Senju." [name] says. 

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Senju asks, finally meeting eyes with [name]. Her vision blurred with tears noticing the [name]'s countenance.

"Like what?" 

"Like you're disappointed in me..." Senju replies in a whisper.

"I am disappointed, but not at you. I am disappointed in myself because I let you down for so long. So if it's anyone that should be sorry, it's me." [name] says but Senju denies shaking her head, tears rolling down her face.

"Please Senju, you just got engaged. Please don't ruin such a happy occasion crying over someone like me..." [name] turns and walks closer to the door.

When she finished wearing shoes, a broken sob reached her ears. 

[name] refused to turn around, because she was aware that if she did, she would break completely.

As much as she wanted to comfort her, [name] knew...

Senju was no longer hers to comfort.

"Goodbye, Senju." [name] says and walks out, pulling the door shut behind her.

[name] walked into the convince store hoping to buy some ice cream. As much as she hated sweets, she wanted something extremely cold.

She hoped to get a brain freeze while eating it, that might help to cool her raging thoughts. 

Once reaching the ice cream section, she gets distracted by the alcohol refrigerator right next to it. Against her better judgment, her hand reaches for the sake bottle.

Five minutes later she was sitting on the pavement with two beers and a pack of cigarettes. 

After realizing she didn't have enough money on her to pay for sake she decided to settle for a can of beer and a cigarette pack. The second beer came with the buy one got one free offer, a total steal honestly.

Although she was never a fan of drinking or smoking, the night called for it. She stands up and decides to savor the commodities in her hands at her favorite spot. 

Reaching the rooftop of the abandoned building, she reminisces about the moments spent at the bowling area that was just a floor beneath her. 

It was her and Mikey's favorite spot.

Oh my god, Mikey...

She hadn't seen him since that day, and honestly, she was glad. She certainly didn't have the courage to face him.

She sat down near the door, knowing she'll be drunk off her ass in the next few minutes, and wanted to avoid any accidents just because she couldn't cope with a stupid heartbreak. 

She took out a single cigarette and placed it between her lips going to light it a bit then realized, she didn't have a lighter...

Letting out a grunt of frustration at her foolishness she places the stick back into the box. She clenched her teeth in anger knowing she just spent 500 yen on cigarettes that couldn't even use.

Despite wanting to chuck the pack away, she didn't. Instead, she held it close.

They were of Benson & Hedges, Shinichiro's favorite brand. 

[name] sighs. This is why she left, just a day back in Japan and she's already depressed. She wished she had never come back, she was happy in the Philippines, but again, she couldn't just leave her brother behind.

She opens one of the beer cans and starts sipping from it. 

Knowing that her alcohol tolerance was non-existent she only decided to drink just a bit, making sure to stay coherent enough to walk down multiple stairs and go back home.

But of course, God has never been on her side, has he?

Sips turned into gulps and within the next minute, she had already started sipping on the second can. 

She didn't know if it was the slight anger towards Senju, or because she was here on the rooftop, but she found her thoughts slipping from Senju to Mikey.

She smiles fondly remembering how much this place meant to her, to them.

They had shared many firsts here. Actually, except for their first kiss, every other first happened here.

The first time they drank, the first time they tried to smoke, first proper confessions, first date, first 'I love you's, the first time they--

[name] cringed at the memory, she couldn't believe how reckless they both were at the time, but what did two 14-year-olds know at that time?

That's what love did, it made them feel like they were the only ones here, and it truly made them feel invincible.

Love is such a dangerous emotion for someone so young, but they both fell into its captivity without realizing it.

They say that an average person falls in love three times.

The first love. The type of love that happens at a young age which is frequently referred to as puppy love. 

It feels euphoric at that time and being young and inexperienced doesn't make you understand what you truly feel.

As you get older, you think back to it and try to figure out if it was really love.

Mikey was her first love.

Then comes the second love.

It is said to be the painful one, it's the one that helps you grow. 

It's said to come with a lot of pain, lies, betrayal, drama, and so on...

And although she was grateful Senju never put her through all this, she wouldn't deny that Senju was her second love.

Lastly, it's the third love.

It's usually the one.

[name] could only wonder when she'll find her third love. 

It's said to come blindly; when your soulmate just walks into your life unexpectedly--

"[name]...?" A soft yet stern speaks from behind her.

[name] felt her heart drop and her breath got stuck in her throat. 

Just when she was having an inner monologue about love he just had to walk into her life again, didn't he?!

"M-Mikeyy...~" [name] slurs turning to face him. 

"What are you doing?!" Mikey raises his voice in shock seeing how drunk she is. 

"Oh just thinking about all the times we fucked here, why else would I be here?" [name] smiles although in her mind she cringes, not believing she some something like that.

'I am never drinking again.' [name] promises herself.

"Come on, I'll take you home..." Mikey walks towards her and takes hold of her wrist. 

"No! Come sit and d-drink with m-*hic* me~" She tugs him closer but he doesn't budge.

"[name], lets go." He says sternly once again, but she only shakes her head.

"No- come on just a drink, just like old times~" [name] pushes her half-empty can of beer into his face. 

He sighs in defeat and takes it from her.

"If you insist." but instead of drinking, he chucks the can over his shoulder obviously not realizing how much force he used because it ended up falling over the roof and landing on the road with a soft clatter.

[name] gaped at him in shock.

"No! Why did you do that?!" She stands up immediately and goes to push him, only to miss and trip over her own feet.

Luckily, he stopped her fall. [name] looks back at him, only to realize she was seeing two of him, her vision suddenly blurred as she felt herself sobering up at the sight of him.

She finally got a good look at his face, and for a second the same feeling of love filled her stomach. 

"Manjiro..." Her vision clears up and her eyes fall on the dragon tattoo on his neck. 

Lifting her hand she traces the ink on his neck, slowly striding closer, and instinctively places her lips on his. 

But to her disappointment, he doesn't respond and pulls away within the very second. 

They both stand in silence trying to understand the situation. She was surprised by her own actions, the shock sobering her up completely.

She takes a few steps back and starts apologizing.

"I'm sorry, that was very out of line...that was definitely not fair to your girlfriend." [name] says, the words spilling out before she can stop them.

"Oh? So it's fair to me?" Mikey replies haughtily. [name] shakes her head.

"It's unfair to you too..." She looks away, unable to muster up to courage to look at him.

"Hmm, don't worry about it. Plus, I don't have a girlfriend." He replies.

"Oh, boyfriend...?" She asks.

"No boyfriend either, [name]." Mikey says.

"Then...why did you pull away?" She asks nervously looking down at her feet.

"Maybe because we're not together? Also, the fact that you're drunk?" He replies with a soft voice.

"R-right...also, I'm not drunk. I just got a bit tipsy and wasn't thinking straight, so sorry for that..." 

[name] felt emotionally distraught, and Mikey didn't fail to notice that.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Mikey says but [name] just shakes her head.

"No, I don't want to go there right now..." She wraps her hands around herself to provide some sort of warmth.

"Then where do you wanna go?" Mikey asks; taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her figure. 

Such gestures, it all felt so natural.

"You place...?" [name] asks hesitantly. Mikey sighs in disapproval.

"[name]..." Although he couldn't imagine leaving her so he agreed silently.

He took her to the Sano Residence on his CB250T. She was impressed to see how well he managed to maintain the bike even after so many years.

"I see you still live here." [name] smiles softly.

"This place has too many memories, I couldn't leave." Mikey smiles back.

"Is Grandpa in? I figure he's sleeping right now?" [name] asks.

"[name], he passed away years ago..." Mikey replies, his voice wavering. She looked at him in shock as this was the first she ever heard of it.

"What? When?!"

"A year after you left..."

"So, you've been living here all by yourself...?" She questions with a small frown.

"Pretty much." He replies and starts to guide her into the house.

It wasn't fair. He had been through so much, he had lost so many people.

His Mother, Father, Shinichiro, Baji, Draken, Emma, Izana, and His Grandfather.

And [name] left him as well...

"Why the long face?" Mikey brings his index fingers to the side of her lips and slightly pulls them up into a smile.

[name] giggles like every other time he did this gesture when they were young.

"Nothing..."

"Come on, tell me." he insists.

"I just- I'm not saying this is an insensitive way but, I feel like this house holds so many sad memories. I couldn't imagine being strong enough to put up with everything...does that make sense?" [name] rambles on.

"It's true, this place has seen such sad moments but at the end of the day, this house is a part of me. I couldn't imagine leaving this place. Hopefully, I'll find someone to make new memories here with..." Mikey trails off.

"O-oh...do you have someone in mind already?" [name] tries to keep her voice strong but a stutter manages to slip in.

"Honestly, I always thought of it being you..." he says with a sad smile. 

"Do you still love me, Manjiro?" She brings up the courage to ask the question.

"Yeah...I do." 

"Then why did you pull away?!" 

"Because you don't love me back, [name]! You know what?! I am so sick of this! Even when we were broken up 10 years ago, every time you found yourself frustrated with Senju, you came to me. Ever since then you always kept me as your second option, and I hate that!" Mikey snaps at her.

[name] goes to defend herself but gets interrupted.

"Don't think I'm stupid [name]! I know exactly why you were drunk and crying just now, it's because you found out about Senju and Yuzuha didn't you? I was just trying to be a decent person and comfort you but then you went and kissed me, trying to distract yourself like you always do!

You did that before you left too! And I was so blinded by what I felt for you that I agreed with everything you did, not even considering the fact you were just using me as a goddamn stress reliever! Can't you see that what you did hurt me as well!" 

Mikey's eyes filled with regret, he hadn't meant to snap at her but he had a limit as well.

"Manjiro I- I'm sorry that I made you feel that way...I didn't realize it I swear! At that time, running away always seemed to be the best option, but I never realized how many people I ended up hurting in the process..." [name] trailed off, her eyes welled up tears that she instantly blinked away. 

After all, she had no right to cry.

"It's alright...I'm also at fault for leaving you like that." Mikey reasons.

"But you did that to protect me, to protect everyone. It's not the same. Fuck, I am the worst, aren't I?" [name] covers her face, tears burning her eyes.

"To be honest, yeah." Mikey's lips form a thin line. [name] scoffs at his reply but agrees cause it's the truth.

"But that's the past. Now that you're back, you can start over." [name] uncovers her face and gives Mikey a grateful smile. She appreciated his attempt to reassure her.

"Do you still sleep in your garage room?" 

"No, I shifted to aneki's room, although it's still there. Here, the guest room is right here, you can stay here for the night." Mikey leads to the second-last room.

"Thanks..." 

"No problem, you can take a shower if you'd like, although I don't think you need one. You smell quite nice." Mikey says before his lips seal shut. 

[name] stares at him blankly trying to process what he said.

"Fuck, that was weird. I'm sorry, I just didn't think I'll ever see you again so my mind isn't working properly..." he explains trying to subdue his embarrassment. [name] stifles her giggles.

"It's alright, Manjiro. Good night." She smiles softly.

"Yeah, night. I'm just in the next room so shout if you need help." 

[name] just nods and closes the door behind her.

It was around 2 AM when [name] found herself awake on the bed. Her mind was plagued by the thoughts of Senju.

Despite what her selfish heart asked for she knew Senju was just a star that she could never reach. A love that will never be hers.

She is distracted by the sound of glass clinking coming from elsewhere, so she gets out of bed and ventures out of the room. 

Letting the sound of running water be her guide she traverses through the house and comes face to face with Mikey who had just finished rinsing a glass.

"Sorry, did that wake you?" Mikey gives her an apologetic look under the moonlight that seeps through the windows.

"Ah no, I was awake." Was all she said.

"Thirsty?"

"No...Manjiro?" [name] calls out to him.

"Hm?" 

"Was it real for you...?" [name]'s voice comes out weak but her gaze does not falter.

"I don't understand." Mikey replies, confused by her question.

"Everything that happens between us. Was it real for you as it was for me?" [name] asks with a sad gaze, slowly coaxing him to answer.

"I think I made my feelings clear every single time, [name]." Mikey sighs, but then flinches at the sight in front of him.

[name]'s cheeks slowly got covered in tears as she finally succumbed to the events of today. Unable to stop herself she strides closer to Mikey and hugs him, words of gratitude falling from her lips.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for loving me back then. For loving me now. Thank you."

Mikey holds her close while responding to her words with comforting pats on the back. Minutes go by and they remain the same. The flow of her tears were far from slowing down and so were her words of gratitude.

She very slowly pulls her head away from the side of his neck and moves her face close to his.

"Thank you." As the gratitude is whispered into the night, [name] connects her lips to her first love's.

This time Mikey does not withdraw, and only pushes closer, indulging in her taste.

Slowly, they guide their bodies to Mikey's room. Once the back of [name]'s legs hit the bed, she gently falls back before letting her back rest on the bed.

Her legs were spread apart for Mikey to move with ease as his lips continued their ministrations on her collarbone. 

Pulling back to start undressing her, he halts to admire the love of his life.

Her lips were wet, small trails of moisture on her cheeks and neck glistened under the moonlight, the sight itself made him weak.

His hands work to get rid of her shorts so she's bare from the waist down spare for her underwear.

He doesn't remove the white dress shirt she adorned, instead, he unbuttons the first few buttons just enough to reveal the simple black bra that held her weight.

His right hand smoothly slid her bra up enough to expose her chest and the way he did so made it seem as though her breasts were trapped.

[name] lets a weak whimper escape her lips as Mikey's tongue slithered on the valley between her breasts. 

His thumbs teased her nipples as his mouth trailed her collarbone. Slowly moving his mouth to one of her breasts he wrapped his lips around her nipple, using his tongue to add to the pleasure.

His tongue kept rolling around her nipple, saliva leaked from his mouth to the sides of her breast leaving prominent trails. 

He couldn't get enough, feeling how her nipple slowly but surely turned hard. He continues to do the same to her other breast before placing his hands around her waist to flip her over.

[name] balanced herself on her hands and knees, letting out faux moans as Mikey's thumb rubbed her clit through the fabric.

Slowly pulling her underwear down yet not completely off, his fingers brush through her folds smoothly.

Mikey stares at her cunt with a blank stare. Somehow he wasn't surprised at the the lack of arousal. 

His eyes grew pained yet a sad smile took over his lips.

He had yet again fallen prey to [name]'s false words.

Gathering some saliva on his tongue he slides it over her clit and her folds finally plunging into her waiting hole.

[name] lets out a loud hoarse moan, not trying to muffle her sounds like she usually does. 

"Ahhh- There!" 

[name] occasionally lets out words of affirmation as Mikey's tongue fucks her now-sopping cunt. 

His teeth would sometimes nip at her clit painfully as a form of revenge yet [name] only found pleasure in it.

[name] continuously lets out moans unable to stop her approaching orgasm.

She couldn't deny that this was the best tongue to have touched her. The title would change every now and then while she was a student at uni.

Her best experience was during a foursome with fellow female students.

Her cunt clenches around Mikey's tongue at the thought, mind becoming hazy as she feels her clit throb.

She remembers how amazing it was. She was in the same position as she is now but her mouth was on an older's classmate's cunt, licking away at her folds.

She herself was getting her pussy kitten licked by two other classmates. One had her tongue constantly sucking on her clit to the point it was red and puffy. 

The other would use her tongue to assault her insides, switching between her fingers as her tongue would kitten-lick her asshole despite [name]'s protests or she would engage in a sloppy kiss with the other girl, their tongues still coated in [name]'s arousal.

That was the last time she had a shaking orgasm, that was until tonight.

[name] had unconsciously started to push against Mikey's tongue, his wet muscle was long enough to somehow brush against her g-spot. His nose rested dangerously close to her other entrance, and she would moan every time it lightly touched her.

She pushes back harder as she slowly feels her orgasm fade, so she thinks of the only thing that could release all the tension.

[name] plants her face against the mattress and moans into it as she thinks of Senju in every position imaginable.

She did the same in all her years at uni as she would fuck anyone who remotely resembled Senju or sometimes Mikey.

She thought of how Senju's tongue would feel on her cunt. She imagined her cunt against hers, hands tied as [name] would ride her face.

Tears prick her eyes as the thoughts overwhelm her.

"SE—AGH AHH! THERE! PLEASE! PLEA- AHH! MIKEY!" 

[name] squirts for the first time in 4 months. Her arousal coated her thighs, tainting the bedsheet below her.

Trying to ride out her high, she grinds her soaked cunt across his face in hopes of more stimulation, making sure to rub her clit on his nose and completely drench his face.

Mikey lets her move as she pleases, aiding her by softly licking up all her arousal. 

As he finished, he places a small kiss on her clit before standing up to walk away.

Before he could get too far, [name] shifts to sit on her knees and stops him by holding his hand. 

"Where are you going...?" [name] asks in a slight panic. Mikey only smiled down at her.

"Get some sleep, [name]." He replies trying to free his hand from her grasp.

"What...do you- why did you stop? What about you-?"

"This is enough [name]." Mikey loses smile.

"No, it's not- I need more! More than her- Mikey, please! Please..." [name] sobs guiding Mikey's hand between her thighs, coaxing two of his fingers to slide inside her.

Once they were settled in she moved her hips to mimic riding his fingers as she once did him, trying to lure him in. Her back was arched, pushing out her chest so they would move along with her hips. Her head tilted back to expose her neck, making it look so kissable.

Mikey was slightly caught off guard by her actions, never having seen her so desperate and submissive. He clenches his teeth in anger but keeps his mouth shut, only replying by driving his fingers deeper.

"Ahh! Just like that!" 

[name]'s moans were music to his ears yet it made them bleed, knowing nothing was directed towards him.

"You're so fucking selfish." 

Those were Mikey's last words before he rips his hand away from [name], completely distributing her orgasm.

"Manjiro what are you-?!" [name] exclaims but gets interrupted by the shutting of the door.

As a few minutes go by she hears rustling around the house she can see from the window how Mikey leaves the house looking fresh as if she hadn't just drenched his face.

He soon leaves on his bike, driving into the lonely night.

Tears now stained her face. 

How could he just leave her? Who should she go to next? How else could she stop the throbbing between her legs that had yet to subside?

[name] falls back on her back, her head on the pillows. 

She spreads her legs and immediately plunges two of her fingers into her weeping cunt. As she did so she was brought some relief, but her clit still pulsated against her palm. 

She sits up slightly, her right hand still in her cunt and she leans against the head of the bed using her left hand to support herself. 

Her left hand then moved to her breasts which were still trapped between her bra and her shirt. Her fingers stimulate her nipple as she continued to finger fuck herself, her mind filled with images of an engaged woman. 

She imagined fucking Senju in her favorite position. 

When she was at uni and became intimate with anyone who was similarly submissive to Senju she would fuck them in this position, hoping to do the same to her love one day.

Her room had a thin and long mirror on the side of her bed and there was enough distance between them to fit two people.

So as she would get eaten out by her partner for the night, she would make sure the girl would have her bare cunt pressed against the mirror.

She wouldn't stop the girl's actions until she was sure that the part of the mirror and everything below was covered in her arousal. 

When it was, she would shift the both of them so that [name] was sitting on her knees and the girl was lying flat on the floor, her legs over [name]'s shoulder would rest on her bed and the girl would have a complete view of her arousal and her dripping cunt as it got fucked by [name].

[name] would then tease the girl with her tongue all night and she forced her to lick up her own arousal on the mirror.

The girls who had experienced this would cry and cry, the filthy actions would embarrass them but they would only grow closer to their release.

Sadly for them, even during these intimate moments, [name]'s mind would only replace them with a certain pink-haired girl.

[name] felt herself growing close to her orgasm when thinking of Senju in the same position.

But suddenly her mind replaces herself with the image and Yuzuha and it breaks [name]. Shaking her head in defiance she continues her actions nonetheless.

Her fingers started to numb and her arm started to hurt, but she didn't stop until she had released all over her fingers.

Letting her breathing slow down she brings up her hand close to her face to look at her arousal.

After she cooled down she let her forearm rest over her eyes, letting her tears flow.

Mikey hadn't felt such disappointed in years. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he was disappointed in [name] more so than he was in himself. 

He had noticed how she had called him 'Mikey' as opposed to 'Manjiro' like she usually does.

It's something that she had started doing somewhere in between his Kantou Manji days. It had started when Senju had officially entered the picture.

Without even realizing it, he had played right into her hands. She would lure him with her sweet 'Manjiro's and her lips would only spill 'Mikey's as she would fuck him.

It was already too late when he came to the realization.

Everything was different when she loved him, and only him. It was sweet. And a part of him believes it all went to shit when he left, yet he atoned for his actions. 

He was truly happy when [name] found love but when years later he heard of Senju and Yuzuha a part of him felt guilty, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

Everyone else who was aware of [name] and Senju was also a bit distraught, but they were happy for Senju and Yuzuha nonetheless.

Mikey himself was happy for Senju for finding her happiness and hoped that [name] would be too but, by last night's events it was pretty clear how she had taken the news.

Because if she was happy, she wouldn't have kissed him. It had become second nature for her, if Senju does something wrong, go to Mikey. It had been drilled into her bones. 

Mikey walks into his house at around 9 AM. He looked to see if [name] was still here and sure enough, her shoes were right there.

He goes to check his room and finds [name] fast asleep on his bed. Her back was on the mattress, her head leaned up due to it resting on multiple pillows. Her hands were on each side of her head, and her legs were slightly pressed together and folded up.  

When he saw her face, he noticed how her lips were parted with small gasps escaping them, her face contorting as if there was some sort of tension building.

"Senju...Senju...~" 

Hearing this Mikey's eyes unconsciously drift to [name]'s slightly exposed cunt, there was a prominent trail of her arousal leaking from her hole.

Against his better judgment, he finds himself yet again at the mercy of [name], hands on her knees to spread them apart.

He uses his finger to see how wet she is and is utterly surprised to see her completely soaked as he spreads her folds. 

[name] lets out a pitiful whimper at his action.

Without another second being wasted, he sticks out his tongue and licks up from her asshole to her hole, gathering all of her arousal and pushing it back inside her.

[name] moans but doesn't wake, her lips forming the phonetics of Senju's name.

Removing his tongue from inside her, Mikey just licks her all over her cunt, trying to build her orgasm.

[name]'s eyes open but her vision is blurry, she just feels extremely wet all over and can only make out how her thighs felt to be trembling.

When she leans up and looks down to see Mikey eating her out, her head falls back and her cunt pushes forward on his tongue. Noticing her to be awake now Mikey goes back to driving his tongue inside her.

The loud squelching sounds slowly brought her out of her sleepy state, her hips starting to push against him making a few squirts spurt out of her cunt and onto Mikey's tongue.

"Ah~ Ah~ Mikey...what are you-?"

"Shhhhh..."

Feeling him speak against her clit just brings her orgasm closer. This all felt like a fever dream to her. 

Mikey pulls away from making her whine but her mouth is agape when Mikey moves to her side and up to suck on her nipple, his fingers stimulating her soaking folds.

His tongue moved around her nipple along with his fingers and these actions were too blinding for her, falling into complete submission for the first time.

Two of his fingers suddenly plunge into her just as he softly bites her nipple, her head is thrown back as she moans out.

"Ahh! Senju!"

[name]'s eyes widened in horror, instantly looking at Mikey's face but his eyes remained closed, but she noticed how thin tears spilled from the corners of his eyes and fell onto her body, getting camouflaged within her sweat.

His mouth was still sucking on her mounds and the movement of his fingers hadn't faltered for a second. 

In fact, his thrusting had sped up, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, she was sure her cunt would be puffed up due to the sheer force of his fingers. 

"Mikey I—" 

"Just finish, [name]." 

And she does.

Her release coats his hand up to his wrists as his fingers reach knuckles deep in her cunt to coax out every drop.

This continued for a few minutes till their breathing was no longer erratic. 

Mikey shifts once again to place himself between her legs to lick up all of her arousal, [name] remains silent ignoring how her cunt clenches around nothing as Mikey smoothes his tongue all over her folds licking her clean.

Once he is done, he places a kiss on her clit like he always does before getting out of the bed.

"Manjiro-"

"Take a bath. I have some clothes for you, freshen up." Mikey interrupts her before walking away from her for the second time.

"Where did you get my clothes from? Did you visit Waka-nii when you left?" [name] questions as she stands at the door wearing her shoes.

"Yes, I didn't think you had informed them so I knew they would be worried. I told them I found you drunk so you're sleeping at my house."

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09:34 AM

"She's at your house?" Wakasa asks in a worried tone.

"Yes, I found her drunk and felt uncomfortable leaving her alone. I tried to bring her here but she kept fighting so I just brought her back to my house." 

"Drunk?...*sigh* I see, thanks for informing me. You said you needed some clothes? Wait I'll get some for you." Wakasa replies massaging his head.

He returns a few minutes later, a paper bag in hand.

"I'm sorry about [name], Mikey. I wasn't too worried knowing she wouldn't do anything reckless, but just before you came here Takeomi called me and said that Senju and Yuzuha had gotten engaged last night." 

Wakasa sighs out as Mikey's eyes widen in surprise as he thinks back to a few hours ago.

"This is enough [name]." Mikey loses smile.

"No, it's not- I need more! More than her- Mikey please! Please..." [name] sobs guiding Mikey's hand between her thighs, coaxing two of his fingers to slide inside her.

Once they were settled in she moved her hips to mimic riding his fingers as she once did him, trying to lure him in. Her back was arched, pushing out her chest so they would move along with her hips. Her head tilted back to expose her neck, making it look so kissable.

Mikey was slightly caught off guard by her actions, never having seen her so desperate and submissive. He clenches his teeth in anger but keeps his mouth shut, only replying by driving his fingers deeper.

He thinks back to how desperate and broken her mind seemed to work, and suddenly everything made sense.

He realized she had probably met them right after the proposal. He felt pity for [name] yet it was still not an excuse for her behavior.

"She didn't do anything drastic right?" Wakasa asks Mikey to make sure [name] wasn't too disruptive.

"Don't worry Wakasa-san, she fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed." Mikey replies with an uncertain smile.

"I see...Please ask her to come home soon. Thanks for doing this Mikey." Wakasa pats him on the shoulder walking back into his house.

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"You told him I was drunk?" [name] asked shocked by the revelation. Mikey gives her a nod.

"He's going to murder me... You- ...You didn't say anything else right?"

[name] averts her gaze as she questions him.

"No, I just said you fell asleep as soon as you got to the bed." He explains.

"But..." He continues making [name] look at him in a slight panic.

"I don't take your brother for an idiot." 

That was all he said.

[name] nods at him before finally saying everything she had decided to say while taking a shower.

"Manjiro, I'm sorry. I truly am. I was sorry all those years ago, I was sorry last night, and I will continue to remain sorry for what I have done. I have no excuse for—"

"[name] you don't need to do this-" Mikey's words interrupt her but it only makes [name] lash out.

"No! I have to. You deserve an apology, okay?!" His lips seal shut and [name] takes it as a sign to continue.

"I was really sad when I found out that Senju and Yuzuha had gotten engaged. Over the years Senju had started growing distant towards me to the point that we had completely stopped talking. 

A part of me knew that she slowly realized that it wasn't worth loving someone like me, she didn't need to stay with someone who tormented her at every turn. 

I was so depressed by the silent rejection that I would sleep with anyone who slightly resembled her in looks, personality, submission, or anything that reminded me of her. I would project her onto my partners and I unconsciously did the same to you.

I would try to stop myself by telling myself that Senju and I just got too busy, friends drift apart but when they meet it's left they never left. I would tell myself that it would be the same with us. That Senju would love me again when she saw me, yet it didn't go as planned.

Manjiro, It wasn't a lie when I said I loved you. I love you! I really really love you! But when Senju came into the picture I started loving her even though I never forgot you. I...

Manjiro, I'll be better! I'll go to therapy, anything! Anything to better myself. Just give me a chance... I'll be better so you won't ever regret having loved me. I'll make myself better so you don't have to be ashamed of me. Just give me a chance..." 

[name]'s heart felt light as soon as all the words spilled out of her, but immediately a brick was stacked on her heart once again and she dreaded his response.

She told herself that no matter his response, no matter what he said she would accept. 

"Okay."

[name] looks at him in disbelief. Did he just agree?

"Okay?" 

"Okay. I'll give you a chance. But only when you can accept the true relationship between Senju and Yuzuha. Can you do that?" Mikey asks her.

[name] nods trying to compose herself.

"Yes, I can do that!" [name] assures.

"Are you sure, [name]? Are you ready to accept the fact that Senju no longer loves you? Are you ready to accept the fact that as we speak Senju is probably getting filled and fucked by someone who will never be you?" 

By the end of the sentence, Mikey had pulled [name] close to him by her shoulders, making sure that her eyes stared back at his. 

He knew his words were brutally honest, the last part might have been unnecessary but he could no longer ignore just how hurt he was by her.

[name]'s heart ached at his words but she kept staring back, not moving her gaze for even a second.

"Yes. For you, I will accept it." Was [name]'s response. Hearing this Mikey lets go of [name] and steps back. A few seconds go by as neither of them says anything, yet they don't break their stare.

"Very well. I will wait for you." Mikey finally lets out a smile, his heart grows heavy when [name] smiles back and bows as a thank you.

He watches as she turns around and leaves the house, closing the door behind her.

He already knew how fate works, and what it will do to him since god was never on his side.

He always wondered if he was being watched by the devil, and he wondered if he would keep looking upon him till he had taken everyone from his life.

[name] too wondered if she had a devil in her.

Being loved by [name] was truly a beautiful thing. But it would become dangerous if it isn't reciprocated. She would never directly hurt anyone, but everyone around her would end up in the crossfire and would get used by her to ease her.

Then she would think of ways revenge, payback in ways that would have her love come crawling back.

Even now, as she makes her way home the devil persuades her to forget about Mikey. He tells [name] to go find Senju and make her forget all about her fiance.

He coaxes [name] to find her and fuck her into oblivion. Make sure that [name] will always be the best tongue to fuck her, the best fingers to stuff her full, the best pussy she'll ever taste, the best sex she'll ever experience. The most loved she'll ever feel.

This was tempting for [name], but for now, she'll ignore the devil and only listen to Mikey. She will make him take the place of an angel or rather...

Make him a devil to kill her own.

[non-stop-imagines]

Part Four: First Date

One Two Three Part Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~5.2k (w/ 2 smau posts)

Warnings: Smut (oral: fem and male receiving, p in v, fingering), profanity, small mention of food, a rudimentary explanation of surfing, it gets sappy in places

A/N: One more part to go!🥳 This one was fun to write, and I'm glad to get another smutty piece out to you. I'm just glad that I've been able to go to work and still get these fics out to you guys because this truly a creative that I needed and you guys make it extremely enjoyable. Up next are a few requests I am very excited for.🎉 Also, thank you again to @thisismeracing for taking me underneath her wing, because the Mick smut she has written really helped me with this, so yeah love ya girlie!😘 Drink your water, get your sleep! Love you all!💖💛💖💛

A/N 2: All of the pictures used for the smau portions are all from pinterest and are not my own product.

Tagged: @thisismeracing @omgsuperstarg @copper-boom @mirrorball-6

Masterlist

   “How do I look?” You strut out of the dressing stall at the entrance of the private beach Mick brought you to. He contemplated taking you surfing at the place he goes to when he travels to Australia, but he wanted you to himself. Sure there was also a beach right off of the hotel you two were staying in, but he wanted to make it seem like you two were the only people in the world for as long as possible. He turns around from prepping his board to see you approaching him in a yellow ensemble, yellow bikini bottoms and a yellow, white and orange floral semi-cropped rashguard top, and his first thought, above everything else, is that he bought you, from now on, will be yellow. You were not shy about dressing in a rainbow of colors, but seeing you in this concentrated amount of yellow was a mental overload. He finally came back to the moment, getting up and walking towards you and cradling your face with a hand on each cheek.

   “You look absolutely lovely, liebling.” He guides your face into a simple, lingering kiss, thumb caressing your cheek taking a deep breath before pulling away, a dazed grin on his face.

   “Liebling. That means darling, right?” You grab onto Mick’s wrists, rubbing your thumbs over the hands still holding your face.

   "Correct." He removes one of his hands from your face to mess with your locs that you had in a quick bun at the top of your head.

   "I would like to say I already started to learn some German, but I'd rather not lie to you. That's just something I've learned randomly." Your spew of words leads to a kiss on your forehead and to be placed under an admiring gaze that you had to snap Mick out of. "Shall we get started?" You look innocently at Mick through your eyelashes.

    "Fine." Mick breaths out his response before grabbing your hand and leading you to the surfboard now resting in the sand. Before he begins to instruct once you guys get to the board, you wrap your arms around his back and latch them in front of him, softening his previous demeanor that got slightly annoyed because all he wanted to do was touch you and have you close to his body at all times

   “So, where do we start?” You break away from your hold on him after giving him a kiss on the shoulder.

   “Um, first let me put this around your ankle.” Your eyes follow Mick as he kneels down in front of you to wrap a strap around your ankle and once he's done he looks up at you and you can see something visibly change in eyes. Something you don't think you've seen before. You can see them flick to look down your body before flicking back up to your face. The aura is quickly replaced with the usual adoring gaze as he continues talking. "This is called a leash. It just helps to keep you tethered to the board." When he stands again he places his hands on your hips, facing you to guide you up onto the board. "Okay, get into a surfing stance. Does that feel good?"

   "Your hands or the stance?" You cheekily joke, smirking and then slowly looking toward Mick who had to dip his head at the terrible joke.

   "That's the best you've got?" He asks once he finally looks at you again.

   "Oh, we're just getting started, sweetheart." You ruffle Mick's hair then push it back, wanting to see all of his face.

   "You're gonna drive me crazy, liebling." Mick's words come out like a slight grunt as he holds intense eye contact, hinting at a double meaning in his comment. He puts his attention back on you and the board. "Anyway, the stance. How is it? Comfortable?" 

   "Yeah, this feels fine." You bounce in the stance a bit before fully standing up again. Mick has not moved his large hands from your waist, in fact he has now begun to run his hands up and down your waist as he thinks of the next thing to do. He wasn't making eye contact, looking down at the waxed board beneath your feet, but his hands lingered on you as if they had lived there forever.

   "Okay, good. Leash is supposed to be on the back ankle, so that's good. Um, get down onto your stomach." You follow directions, carefully laying down onto the sticky waxed board, feeling a sense of calm when Mick’s radiation of warmth emerges next to you. You turn to your right to Mick grinning childishly as he continues his instruction. “Okay, we’re going to practice popping up, which is literally pressing down onto the board to stand up in one swift motion.” He demonstrates on the sand, quickly jumping up onto his feet into a surfing stance. What he doesn’t realize is that his movements were slow motion in your eyes, watching the striation and flex in his arms when he starts to apply pressure to the ground, the concentration as he performs the quick motion, biting his lip. You come back to the present with him staring at you, waiting for you to take your turn.

  “I can’t do that! I’m not as strong as you.” You stay on your stomach, looking up at Mick while he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at you.

   “You can do it. I promise it’s not as difficult as it seems.” He stays stagnant in his stance waiting for you to try, so you take a deep breath and push down onto the board beneath you, using all of your might to get as much of your body off of the board so you can hop to your feet. You can feel that it seems to be working, your upper body starting to come up, but it seems to be not enough for you lower  body to come from beneath you, but the position doesn’t give your hands enough time to return back underneath you, leaving the surfboard as the sole target for your forehead and nose to hit. You immediately feel Mick’s hands on your back and your cheek, his instinctual response to seeing you shaking like you were crying, but when you roll over he is relieved to see you laughing. Cracking up, to be exact.

   “Ow.” This was the only word that you could muster in your hearty laughter, bringing a wide, relieved smile to Mick’s face.

   “Are you okay?” Mick uses the hand on your cheek to guide your face so he could examine it. 

   “Yeah, but promise me you’ll still love me if my nose swells up and I get a knot on my head?” You pout up at Mick. He just grins and then places gentle pecks on the tip of your nose and the middle of your forehead, right between your eyebrows.

   “I will always love you, no matter how much your nose swells up.” He gives you one more kiss, on the lips this time, slipping in a momentary bit of tongue that had your head spinning. “Ready to try again?”

   “Yeah, I’m ready. But catch me next time, please?” You lay back down on your stomach on the board, positioning your hands at your chest, but having to look up and to your right when you feel a sharp smack to your butt.

   “I’ll try. Now go.” This time he was kneeling next to you, fully prepared to save you if you come crashing down again.

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   “On a scale of 1-10, how good of a student was I?” You ask as you spear a bit of food from the plate in front of you. You and Mick were sitting on the ground of the balcony to your guys’ hotel, eating from plates that sat on the lap trays they came with. Mick’s back was against the wall next to the glass sliding doors to the hotel bedroom, and you sat off to his left, facing toward him so you could drape your legs over his, a gesture which he unquestioningly accepted, and responded to by absentmindedly caressing your legs when he wasn’t using his hands to hold his eating utensils.

   “You were the greatest student I have ever had. So, a 100, I guess.” He stops caressing your legs for a brief second to take a bite of food then continues the caressing, the gesture turning more into massaging your calves and thighs, which were admittedly sore from your poor attempt at surfing.

   “Even if I never actually stood up on the board in the water?” You ask, a familiar playful pout on your face that Mick loves to place a kiss on, which he does.

   “It’s the effort that counts.” He uses the hand that rested on your cheek during the kiss to push some locs that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

   “Well you know me, I put effort into everything I do.” You didn't mean for this to be an innuendo, but when you look back at Mick after eating your last bite of food, that mysterious, lustful look from earlier was in his eyes again, but he still responds in humor.

   "I can tell. You put a lot of effort into falling off the board." A cheeky, toothy grin grows on his face after he speaks and you get up from your spot and attempt to stalk inside in mock anger.

   "That's it. I'm packing my stuff." Before you are able to get to the sliding doors, Mick scrambles to his feet to engulf your body with his arms, holding you in your place.

   "Wait, wait. That was a low blow, I know. I'm sorry." You giggle at the playful action and the swaying from foot to foot that comes from being captured. After coming down from the cheerful moment you both stood there in each other's embrace, eyes carefully examining the face of the person in front of you. You taking in how his pink lips have settled into a content grin and how, while subtle, they cause lines to deepen at the corners of his mouth and how this grin falls the more he concentrates, the soft squintyness of his eyes as he observes you, irises still dark, and how his eyebrows scrunched together while he studies your face. For Mick, he always watches you, even if you don't realize it. His heart always skips a beat at how your full lips naturally part, he melts when your innocent brown eyes look at him like he is your entire world. And now it was like he was gifted the greatest present anyone could have given him as your lips curl into the brightest grin, probably due to the increased length of time that you two stood there in silence. "Can I kiss you?" The sound of Mick's voice shocks you back to the present.

   "Yeah, but you didn't need to ask this time…" You adjust how your arms were placed over Mick's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck to get closer to him and being able to lightly scratch the short hairs at the back of his head and the nape of his neck.

   "No, I did. Because if I didn't, if I just went in to kiss you, that sexy red bikini you're wearing under that terribly see through shirt would have been off and we probably would have gotten in trouble for public indecency. I have wanted nothing but to touch your skin all day, and now it is just you and me and a bed that, even with it being right inside these open doors, is still too far away. So in order to calm these unsavory thoughts I have had about you all day, I am going to ask you again if I can kiss you." What made your knees go weak wasn't the words, well not just the words. It was also how he stood unmoving from where he was when he was observing your face. The only difference being that his grin had dropped further, making that lustful mysterious look you have made yourself familiar with in the last 12 hours more intense.

   "Oh. Well, then, yes you can kiss me," Your lips part more to create a sensual smile that matches the tone of your words, but when Mick starts to lean in for the kiss, you dip your head over to his left ear. "But don't let that stop you from doing what you want to do." You return your face to in front of his and watch as his countenance gets surprisingly darker.

   "Fuck." His word came out barely as a whisper with a knowing smirk. After the shortest breath of hesitation, your lips come together in a mind-numbing kiss, his large hands at the base of your jaw to guide you where he needs you as you move your hands to reach underneath his multicolor Baja hoodie making it possible for you to rake your nails down his back. He removes one hand from your face and brings it to your waist, pulling you into his body as he backs up to the door to the room, but misses his target and instead slams back against the glass door. 

   "Oh, are you okay?" You have to get your words out between chuckles, coming to his aid by wrapping him in a hug so you could massage his back.

   "Ah, yes. I'm fine." He winces at your touch at first and then settles into the feel, putting more of his body weight into you.

   "Let's go inside, doofus." You walk him inside, though it was more just you at his side, hugged around his waist as you both tried to walk in sync into the hotel bedroom. Once inside, all shut into your guys' own world, a silence settles over you two after a few stray giggles. Mick slowly pushes his tongue out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip then approaches you again, hands cradling your face, his favorite way to kiss you since it does the most work to bring you into that impossibly close proximity range he craves. The kiss started slower this time, the first one having the purpose of removing any bit of air between your mouths, and then as the moment went on tongues got involved, intertwining while your hands had a mind of their own, moving down Mick's clothed torso before they reached the hem of his hoodie, which you so desperately push up on, prompting Mick to stop the kiss and finish taking it off before closing the gap between you two again. Connected, you both begin to move toward the bed, which Mick felt for before sitting down at the edge, changing the angle of the kiss so that it was now him with his head tilted upward slightly. He removed his hands from your face so he could roam your body with them, running up, after lingering on your butt, to where your bikini tied in the back, and then finishing the job of freeing your boobs by undoing the tie around your neck. They were still covered by your oversized, slightly sheer, white button up, which, when he pulls away and looks up at you through blonde eyelashes, he undoes just enough buttons to have access to them. He admires them, his rapid eye movement indication of him taking in the whole picture, then finally he starts to place kisses in the valley between, slowly moving over until he catches your budded nipple in his mouth, eliciting a small moan. As he continues, he uses one hand to wrap around your back to press you closer and the other hand to give your other breast attention, squeezing gently and running his thumb over your nipple to perk it up before rolling it between his thumb and index finger. He is able to shift his eyes upward to watch, contently, the gentle distortion of your face at the current sensation, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear you moan his name loudly. He wanted to have to cover your mouth to stifle screams so as to not disturb other hotel guests. So he stops what he was doing and puts you an arms length from him, hands settled around your hips. You quietly whine and visibly show your discontent with a change in facial expression.

   "Don't pout, liebling. Go stand with your back against the wall. And unbutton that shirt the rest of the way, please." He finishes his demands with a polite grin, and though confused, you happily oblige, walking to the wall that faced the bed, standing somewhere between the TV stand and the door frame, unbuttoning as you do so.

   "Okay, now what?" You turn to put your back to the wall, now able to see how Mick was watching you under his dark gaze, looking at you like you were a sinful piece of candy that he was ready to devour, literally and metaphorically. Once he is finally right in front of you he gets down on his knees, giving a sinister look upward at you.

   "I should have had you take these off, too." He keeps eye contact as he pulls at the string to one side of your bikini bottoms allowing that side to fall and pushing the other side slowly down your other leg. The anticipation and his slow movements has only worked to make you wetter, obviously visible from the removal of your bottoms, evident from Mick's quiet chuckle. But he never says anything, mesmerized by the moment, having you here. He has wanted nothing but to touch you and be close to you since the day you guys met, he realizes that now that you were waiting for him to touch you. He drags his middle and ring finger along your folds, gathering up slickness and ending with placing a few circles on your clit, looking up satisfied when he hears a sharp, shocked inhale from you. "Does that feel good?"

   "Mhm." You had sucked your bottom lips into your mouth, biting gently down while you held eye contact with Mick, trying to watch his moves.

   "Good." He adjusts his position, lifting up a leg so he is only kneeling down on one knee and then taking your left leg and draping it over his shoulder. He took his ring finger and middle finger again and ran it along your now more open pussy, lubricating them before pushing them slowly into you, looking up to watch your head fall back into the wall. "All this for me, huh? I'm the one that makes you this wet? I feel honored." He doesn't fully bottom out his fingers, only going to the second knuckle before slowly dragging them all the way out, separating them to watch the strings of your wetness connect the two fingers.

   "Mick, please…" You look back down at Mick, a mischievous smile dawning his face.

   "That's what I wanted. Beg for me, liebling. And don't take those pretty eyes off of me." He pushes his fingers back into you, holding the afore demanded eye contact as he brings his mouth to your clit, then begins to move his fingers. The combined sensation drums up louder moans than before and causes your head to again involuntarily tip back. "Look at me, baby." His words were gentle and firm, and with your thoughts slowly melting out of your head, you unquestioningly followed directions, tipping your head back down at Mick with eyes that begged for sexual satisfaction. "That's a good girl." He continues, his fingers moving in and out of your pussy at varying speeds, tongue swirling around your clit before it receives a light suck, and with you watching him he could see how good he was making you feel and you could see the content smile he had due to the job he was doing. He knew you were close when you started bucking your hips into his face and your hands move to his hair and one of your breasts.

   "Mick, I'm gonna-I can't…" You tip your head back again, breaths getting quicker. Since you were so close to finishing Mick didn't care too much, but he did have one request.

   "Look at me when you cum, baby." He keeps watching you and puts more vigor into sucking on you, but he kept the same pace with his fingers, all he wanted to see was what it looked like when he made you reach the height of pleasure, and like the good listener you were, when you were tipping over the edge you looked down at him, mouth agape as lewd moans and incoherent expletives drip from your lips. "Oh, that was lovely, liebling." He runs his hand along your pussy to soothe it as you come down, then brings his fingers to his mouth to suck your taste off of them. He stays kneeling and waits until he feels the pressure of your leg on his shoulder let up a bit, letting him know that you've regained enough of your strength back to stand while holding on to him. He gets up from kneeling, manually bringing your arms around his neck as he captures your lips on the way up. You revel in the kisses he peppers around your face and on your neck as you continue to come down, then decide it was time to take matter into your hands now, literally as you begin to push his shorts down. "Hey, slow down there." He uses his hand to tip your head up to look him in his eyes, but your hands continue what they were doing.

   "Want to make you feel good." You whine your words, taking a step toward the bed that Mick had no choice but to follow or else he would have fallen backwards. You continued to walk back toward the bed until Mick's legs were against the foot of the bed.

   "Making you cum made me feel more than good, trust me." Mick's words go unheard by you as you shed your button up and finish pushing Mick's shorts down, leaving you fully naked and him in just his underwear.

   "I. Want. To." You stand back up and softly nudge Mick to influence him to sit on the bed and look up at you. You take him by the chin, now your turn to initiate a passionate, saliva swapping kiss, stepping forward to get between his legs before retracting the kiss and getting on your knees. "Please?" You hook your fingers on the waistband of his underwear, not moving until you receive a quick nod from Mick who was watching you with parted lips and shocked dark blue eyes, and he loved your face when you freed his dick from the constriction of his underwear, tongue darting just barely from your lips when you see the pre-cum on the tip. You clumsily finish removing his underwear, with him having to kick them off his leg, but your focus never strayed from his dick. "Lay back for me, honey." 

   It was Mick's turn to take direction, and he does so happily, leaning back onto his elbows so he's still able to watch you work your magic. You take hold of him and admire, licking the liquid on the tip before sucking it into your mouth, chuckling when you hear quiet German coming from his mouth, the vibration from the amusement making the sensation even more intense. You back up from his tip to run your tongue up the bottom before putting him back in your mouth, trying hard to get as much of him as possible. "You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, libeling. So pretty." Mick's words come out rushed and babbled as you begin to bob your head. Mick reaches out to move some of your locs that fell in front of your face, but you stop him with your hand that was initially perched on his thigh. You didn't care about your hair being in the way but Mick did. He wanted to watch. "I want to see your face." You remove your mouth from him and point toward the nightstand on the left side of the bed.

   "Hand me my hair tie." Mick stretches up the bed frantically to grab the elastic headband you use to tie your hair back. He watches the skill in which you flip your hair back into a disorganized bun before giving him a sweet grin and continuing with the blowjob. Mick reaches back down again, this time to intertwine his fingers with those of your unoccupied hand. He couldn't help but be amazed at the fact that he was here with the woman he has been obsessed with for 3 months straight, making each other feel good in the purest yet most sinful way. His head started spinning the closer he felt to cumming in your mouth, but he didn't want that. He wanted to be in you. He wanted to experience this inside of you, watching you come for the second time because of his dick. He prompts you to stop, which you oblige, wiping the saliva that was produced during from your mouth. "I have to watch you cum again. One second." You get off the ground, watch Mick rush out of the bedroom to the living room/kitchenette area, coming back with a wrapped condom that he hastily tore open with his teeth. 

   "Excited, aren't we?" You were now up on the bed, sitting with your legs to the side, hair still pulled back in a low disheveled bun. You were a vision, and if Mick didn't have such a carnal need to touch you he could have started and listened to you all day.

   "Absolutely." He still had the condom in the ripped open wrapper as he walked over to you with a dopey smile, using his free hand placed right underneath your jaw so the junction between his index finger and his hand fit perfectly around the front of your neck to guide your face into a kiss, something to remind you that outside what was going on right now, the unabashed passion, he was still madly in love with Y/n, the freelance journalist he met in the paddock at the British grand prix. He pulls away to put the condom on then climbs back into the bed, closer to the head board. You crawl up to him to capture his lips, bringing you both back into the sensuality of the moment. You propped yourself on your outstretched arms that were planted on the bed on either side of Mick torso while his hands established themselves on your hips, trying desperately to pull you closer. You get the hint and fling a leg over his waist, grinding your slick pussy along his length, producing moans from both of you that were swallowed during the ongoing kissing. Mick's hands that were initially there for decoration are put to use, applying pressure to stop your bucking and entice you to lift yourself up so he could use a hand to guide himself inside you. As you lower yourself down, a noise comes from you that is an animalistic mixture of a guttural groan, moan and scream pushed out with the strength of your diaphragm. He watches in awe at your intensely lecherous expression, eyes squeezed shut and head leaning to the side as you concentrate on bottoming out. "You okay?" He lightly runs his hand along your side, from hips to mid waist, back and forth, waiting for a response from you.

   "Fucking move, Schumacher." Your eyebrows were knitted together when you opened your eyes, making intense eye contact that Mick reciprocates when he hitches his hips upward, making you lean forward and place a hand on each side of Mick's head, giving him a face full of your chest. He was impossibly deep inside you, getting deeper with each thrust, but even this wasn't enough for Mick, he wanted you against him.

   "Come here, liebling." He reaches up to hug you into him, your face by his ear and chest against his. This cause you hips to lift up a bit too much with you fully on your knees still in a straddle, but this wasn't a problem as Mick adjusted the position of his hips so he was ables to push himself back inside of you, thrusting his hips harder to get all the way inside of you. You meet him halfway by lowering your hips to meet his thrusts, eventually bringing in the added stimulation of rubbing your clit, which Mick quickly replaced with his hand to continue. The room was filled with terribly explicit sound, words of varying languages, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex as you and Mick reach your climaxes, loud and jarring, forgetting about whatever worries you had previously about bothering the surrounding hotel guests. Mick's dick pops out of you, resting on your ass as you rest on his chest in the same position, before rolling off to the side, Mick still clinging to your sweaty naked frame. After a few minutes of recuperation, you feel Mick get out of the bed, but you were too tired to roll over to see him walk out, which meant that you also didn't know when he walked in until you saw a bottle of water being handed to you. You take it and roll over, smiling at Mick who had a face on that you were familiar with, the one that made you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth, a soft grin curling his lips and his tired eyes back to a bright baby blue.

   "What's this?" You open the water and take a swig, focusing on the movement of the muscles in his back as he reaches behind him to the nightstand to grab a granola bar. "You didn't have to," You take the snack from him and set it in front of you.

   "Of course I did. I was a little mean during some of that." He chuckles nervously before taking a sip of his own water.

   "No you weren't." You lightened the air with your own laugh at his harsh criticism of himself. "You were sweet. And believe me, everything you did was extremely hot." You lean towards him to give him a deep kiss, reminiscent of the time you two just shared.

   "Thank you." Mick's eyes move up and down to observe your face. "For being you, that's all. I'm just glad you gave me a chance."

   "I'm glad you gave me a chance. You saw me lost and decided to be kind. I need to thank you for adding something to my life that I didn't even know I was missing." You kiss the tip of his nose then give his lips a peck. "Also, I wouldn't mind trying surfing again tomorrow, if you're okay with saving me from the ocean multiple times." You take your attention off of Mick to open your granola bar, but it's quickly returned when Mick places a hand on yours.

   "I'll save you whenever you need me too. I promise." His face was serious, because he truly knew that he would drop everything if you told him you needed him.

   "And I'll save you whenever you need me to, I promise." Your words came with a subtle loving grin, knowing that you would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure the man in front of you knew he was loved in every way. 

   You guys didn't know when you drifted off to sleep, but soon it was morning and you guys were on a beach, ready to surf again.

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[landwriter]

Heya, I love your writing and taste in things.

I’ve finished (and loved) everything you’ve posted <3

Are there any sandman fics that have tickled your fancy lately?

Thank you so much!!! I sadly do not have time to read near as much Sandman fic as I'd like, but I have scoured both my memory and my bookmarks on AO3 (all twelve of them) and dug up some absolutely wonderful stories - hope at least one or two of these is new to you?!

I am probably a bit weird in this, but I don't bookmark fics I love (which is really nearly all I've read) insamuch as fics that have done something in particular that I think is so well-executed or clever or inspiring that I want to be able to study it like a creature in its own right. Usually these are stories that have the traits I admire most in fiction: economy of language, being very fucking funny, making me viscerally uncomfortable, or outright haunting me.

I loved reading all of them but your mileage may vary! Caveat lector like more than half of these are smut and/or violent so please check the tags against your own preferences. Several long-winded recs with excerpts and explanations under the cut:

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The Birthday of the Beast | @slythernim | Dream/Hob | T | 3.3K

Father Almighty, though I have long not been your servant, I remain your unmanageable son. Here on Earth, closer to Hell than to Heaven, as I celebrate perhaps the least holy of holy days, I must imagine myself like unto Lucifer more than as Michael, that he and I might together make of the darkness a place for humanity to grow. He blows out the candles. 

Hob turns 666. Extremely fun fic by Nym that features incredible characterization within a very short space, Catholicism, Lucifer, and of course, gets a very special birthday gift. But you shall have to read the fic to see what it is. Read everything of Nym's, actually.

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New Mistakes | Anonymous | Dream/Corinthian | M | 3.2K

Dream slid his thumb into the Corinthian’s mouth, the one he shared with most, the one with which he commonly spoke. “Well?” he asked. “Are you fed?” The voice that came from his left-eye mouth buzzed like locusts. My lord, we are. The voice that came from his right-eye mouth dripped like honey. My lord, we can always be fed more. Dream pulled back, looking at the Corinthian expectantly. The Corinthian swallowed, running his tongue along his teeth. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, and Dream was unaccountably flattered. “My lord,” he said. “I wish to be good.”

Have read almost no Corintheus but this fic hits on so much that I find distantly intriguing about the pairing. Perfect dialogue, gorgeous rhythm. Wonderfully visceral. Absolutely bonkers nuts for repetition in threes, as I'm sure you know, and I love how it was used here.

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Lucy Locket | Anonymous | Dream/Hob and Dream/Hob/Corinthian | E | 17K

Five chapters (now with a new threesome added in late April, much to my delighted surprise!) of just fantastic roleplay smut that in-between all the sex is by turns incredibly funny and tender. Alternating Dream and Hob POV. As somebody for whom sexual roleplay has been my literal bread and butter on a professional basis, it shouldn't be surprising I am so fond of this fic - but it catches me out every time! Like a blow from behind, and I am winded. It is ridiculously hot and distressingly perfect all-through, and I would absolutely marry the author about it (sorry author if you're reading this). No excerpt because I cannot choose and will simply suggest that if you're up for kink that you go read it all at once.

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Public | @softest-punk | Dream/Hob | E | 1.1K

"Oh, darling," Hob murmurs, fingering the edge of Dream's delicate lace knickers. Dream feels his smirk against his jaw, bites his lip at the brush of a kiss under his ear. "You forget how old I am. I learned to fuck with an audience."

Every day I get closer and closer to needing to write Dream and/or Hob with vulvas; this may have been the fic that sealed the deal for me, I think. Ridiculously hot, and enshrined in my head forever for the line above. I learned to fuck with an audience. God! How good. A masterclass in the slutty drabble that nevertheless retains peak Dream/Hob characterization (I would argue that sex is in fact one of the best narrative vehicles for characterization and exploration of interpersonal dynamics...this bias is probably why nearly all these recs are so horny.) One day I will learn how to write proper smut in media res like this and not preface it with gratuitous plot.

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worship like a dog | @thewalrus-said | Dream/Hob | E | 2.5K

“Is it so inconceivable that I might love you?” Dream murmured, running his manicured nail down Hob’s cheek. Hob tried to speak, swallowed, and tried again. “No one ever has before,” he said. “No one but God.”

Hob is a priest. Dream is a demon, except he's not. Dizzyingly hot for so many reasons, with a delightful canon dialogue echo. And again, must stress this: Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest, go read it.

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Safehouse | Anonymous | Hob/Corinthian | E | 5K

“I need a room. One without a door.”

The best execution of the sex pollen trope I've ever seen, with the worst men. Very, very good fic with a brilliant premise and unerring execution. World-building is done in such brief but vivid strokes - it feels like a 50K fic whenever I remember it, and I'm always surprised how short it actually is. Haunts me in the best of ways.

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As well - these fics are well-known and well-loved - but some stories that are utterly wonderful and contain lines that haunt me weeks, sometimes months later - stories that rearranged my soul, lurched me closer towards writing for Sandman, and warrant mention even though I am SURE you have read them, include:

@moorishflower's iconic and beautiful Odyssey fic, maybe sprout wings was the first fic I commented on with my AO3 account, and among the best fics I've ever read in any fandom; slightly deeper cuts from Heather's oeuvre (if, for some reason you are not reading everything already) that I am obsessed with and have reread multiple times: vowel shift, most vain devices, an act of faith. Genius stuff and unbelievably gorgeous language. Just go read it all, honestly

@softest-punk's Shelter is one of the first Sandman fics I ever read, and is beyond lovely; if you have not read their entire deep and profoundly lovely back catalogue, I recommend Catching Up (quintessential Cecil deep tissue emotional massage), Delayed (or: my favourite kink and favourite Endless); Ferrous (vampires! bad men! ahh! ooh!); and I would of course be remiss and ungrateful to not mention self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof, a 10K fic that perfectly answered my general question of how the three lads would actually get together once the Corinthian and Hob had started fucking (as narrative foils that deserve such treats)

@xx-vergil-xx's Hounds is an ongoing epic that has singlehandedly caused me more emotions than humanity has language for; it is ambitious in scope and sticks every landing. The world is alive and lovingly-detailed. The language is a poem. It is so smart, so beautiful, and so well-researched and built. It is a TEMPLE unto itself, and appropriately worthy of worship

I will also suggest you read absolutely everything by @that-banhus because she literally cannot miss and writes the loveliest, cleverest worlds. All of it.

[youngjusticeslut]

Since we can almost all agree season 1 was the best. What do you think made it so good and so favorited compared to the three seasons?

Given that I've recently finished rewatching Season 1, I feel like now is an excellent time to answer this ask.

In my opinion, Season 1 of Young Justice is the best, and none of the following seasons even come close to matching it. At its core, Season 1 introduced us to this core team of teenage heroes and told the story through their lens. There are a few defining key features to this season that makes it stand above the others, and they are as follows:

You did not have to know any comics history in order to understand and follow the plot. This is, arguably, one of the most important elements of Season 1 that the other seasons (Outsiders and Phantoms in particular) fail on. Each character is a unique take to their comic counterparts. In the case of Kaldur and Artemis, they remain completely separate and can almost be considered characters that are completely unique to the show. In the case of more recognizable heroes (Wally, Dick, Superboy and Miss Martain), Season 1 gives them enough of a refresh that they feel new, but with familiar elements that make them fun to watch and get to know. Easter eggs don't detract from the plot, and remain just fun little things to point out and commend for their inclusion. Unlike later seasons, which pulled heavy elements from DC comics and wove them into the plot, Season 1 is accessible and enjoyable to everyone and isn't just for those who've read the comics.

The core cast of characters. Season 1, primarily, focused on the Team (Aqualad, Robin, Superboy, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and Artemis, sometimes Red Arrow.... and later, Zatanna and Rocket). These characters were the main cast, and every episode revolved around a story that put them in the spotlight. Every character (with the exception of Rocket) got at least one episode focused on their their development and gave them a chance to shine, and the audience a chance to get to know and appreciate them. The famous couples (Spitfire, Supermartian, etc.) got proper build up and were pretty fleshed out, making them endearing to the fandom. Unlike later seasons, which have outrageously bloated casts and relationships that got maybe 50 seconds of screentime (I'm looking at you, Wonderbird), Season 1 invested in its characters and let them lead the story, making them feel all the more real and the story that much more genuine. This is why the harsh transition between Season 1 and Invasion feels like a heartbreak. We spent 26 episodes falling in love with the core Team, and now all of a sudden we're expected to care about an entirely new cast with no support, explanation or buildup. It felt like being cheated out of 5 years with this cast, and even now we still don't have answers to a lot of questions in the gap.

Show, don't tell. I won't get too much into this one, but if you've been following me throughout Outsiders and Phantoms you'll know how much I loathe the amount of "telling" instead of showing. Season 1 does this so much better. Missions are played out, instead of explained to viewers through excessive monologues. Characters let their actions speak for them and actually had the time to play around the plot, instead of letting the plot making the decisions for them.

The reality of it all. At the risk of sounding like I belong on Twitter, Outsiders and Phantoms has an insane amount of 'woke' storylines-- for the sake of being woke. Don't get me wrong, several of the topics brought up in these later seasons are extremely important topics and I can understand why they're included; they're just not executed well. Compare this to Season 1 where the natural reaction to the events of Failsafe was that everyone on the team needed therapy to discuss it. There was no cheesiness, no hammering on the head about it. Action --> Natural Consequence.

I can really go on and on about how amazing Season 1 is, but truly, it was so good. I wish we'd gotten 4 seasons just outlining 4 years with the Team, getting to see them grow and change and be together. The rest of the seasons are fine, but none hold the charm and sheer power that the first have, and for that it will always be top tier in my book.

[box-architecture]

I discovered that Communication Knife AweSamDrunz have Children Now today, and I’m loving everything I’m reading so far.

Also that they hang out with Sapnap, Philza, and Techno. Was not expecting that, but yeah, Dream would want to reconnect, wouldn’t he? Even if it make Sam Uncomfortable and Punz Salty.

aaaaaaaaa I'm glad!!! The kids are sort of separate from the main au in that they're not really the main focus, they're just something that occasionally makes me happy to rotate in my mind. Healed, happy characters who are extremely neurodivergent, with their weird neurodivergent children, able to exist contently.

also, yeah!!! I realized a while back that I haven't really talked about the relationships and conflicts or Anything with real consistency on this tumblr. I'm used to interacting with people in the discord who've already had to listen to me so many times yell and rant that I've forgotten that I. might need to give context actually to other people who have showed up to a person on a soapbox spouting nonsense.

short answer: yeah, theres a Lot of complicated feelings, but by the time the children are in the picture its been like a decade and peace has been made with most things. No one has forgotten, of course. Shit was fucked. But events keep happening, characters keep developing, and Dream cradles his happy ending with the people he got to keep so very close to his chest.

So its like! Techno will support Dream through thick and thin and be civil with his partners, Punz and Sapnap had some rough moments but are buddies, and Sam will never talk to Dream's friends about anything deep, but after years of him genuinely trying to be a good partner, Techno and Sapnap are no longer five seconds away from trying to murder him.

Long answer: I'm trying to pull together some posts that will give detailed explanations of this entire thing. Itll take a bit, but its infinitely easier than the full fic I was trying and failing to write. I'm pulling this timeline from an old post so it might not be completely up-to-date even with my edits, but this is some skeleton stuff I can give that will make things easier for Understanding probably. I'm very sleepy. Here you go.

Timeline for My Own Damn Convenience:

Shady Dubcon Prison sex w/ SamDream

Prison Escape

Gentle Recovery sex w/ Drunz

Dream decides he has major control issues and is going to fuck Sam to prove he isn't traumatized. Punz thinks this is a terrible decision.

AweSamDrunz sex, complete with a rulebook of things Sam isn't allowed to do (including giving or receiving kisses)

Quackity kidnaps Drunz similar to in the one cut lore thing, offers to let Punz go if they torture Dream (they stab Quackity instead)

Sam rescues them (without Q finding out) and then kidnaps them, where he ties up Punz and gets Dream kisses until they all eventually pass out (Dream gets mild medical attention)

Dream wakes up and unties Punz

SamDrunz has a talk and decides Sam is allowed kisses again

many kinks are discovered

Sam tries (and fails) to get a hobby

Sam builds +30 prisons/boxes/sex dungeons around the server, of various usefulness

Sapnap finds out about the Torture, sees the sex tape, assumes Dream can't consent to the relationship considering Sam was his warden and Sap thinks Punz betrayed him, and takes Dream to a cottage away from everyone to try to protect him. After Sapnap yells at SamPunz, Dream gently informed Sapnap he's going to continue the relationship, and they have an emotional reconciliation that leads to weeklyish meetings between Dreamnap where they can just sit and talk

The Snow Incident

Sam Recovery From The Snow Incident

Oh God The Egg Is Back (Sam locks up Punz and Dream in a bunker for a month out of terror, and doesnt tell them why because he knows it will stress Punz out and Dream could be an idiot and get himself Egged. Punz is pissed but can't argue with that) (Dream could have fixed this all with his admin abilities good god)

They actually deal with the Egg

An Incident Happens (but its like several incidents actually, including Tubbo finding out that Ranboo was working with Dream the whole time)

Failed Finale

Recovery

Eventually grow old and live in a nice little lush cave house called The Box that Sam made

[sunwarmed-ash]

Some prompts for ya, I'm thinking ST ships.

Polaroid Camera | Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips

Leather Belt | New Bed Sheets | Chocolate Chip Cookies

Back Seat | River | Camp Trail

These are amazing I'm adding all of these to my tumblr prompt lists for later! My brain is the big sads so this is all like pre smut but there's still some cute shit in there <3 thank you this is just what I needed

❄️Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips💋

Mungrove 

AN: I love the idea of billy and eddie being neighbors okay 

It’s cold today. And yeah, its always cold in Hawkins in the winter time, but today is like, record breaking cold, like ‘you should be worried about the effects on the planet as a whole,’ cold. It fucking sucks, but by some miracle, the camper still has electricity and heat.

Eddie's warming his extremities in front of a space heater in the living room when there's a sharp series of knocks on his front door.

He opens the door to his new (within the year new) neighbor, California transplant Billy Hargrove, who looks positively frozen on the spot.

“Powers out,” is all he says by way of explanation before shouldering his way inside. 

“Oh shit,” Eddie says, looking across the street to the Mayfields/Hargrove's dark trailer. “What about your fami-”

“Motel. They’re fine.”

“Oh. Well, not that I don’t like your company, but uh, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Do you really think I want to be stuck in a fucking motel room with them?”

“Fair point,” Eddie snorts. Red was cool, but he didn't know much about her mom. And he knew too much about Neil. So instead of kicking the man out, he says “Make yourself at home.”

Billy goes immediately for the space heater and pulls his gloveless hands out of his jacket. He’s not wearing anything thicker than that faded brown leather jacket Eddie’s seen him rock at parties and jeans.

“Dude…”

“What?” Billy snaps, rotating his blue, most likely numb fingers in front of the space heater. 

“You still haven’t gotten a proper jacket?”

“Didn't think I’d still be here,” Billy replies bitterly. And again, Eddie can't blame him. He knows how much Billy misses California. And how in Billy's twisted mind he misinterprets buying a winter coat as permanent as setting up roots and buying a house in Hawkins. 

“Well, you are,” Eddie says, walking over to Billy’s side and flopping down on the ground to his right. “And in addition to that, you're here, so at least let me help.” He reaches out to take Billy’s hands into his own. Gentle, because they were going to hurt once they got circulation again, and started to rub across the palm with his fingers. His fingers are colder than ice, and knowing Billy, they have likely been like this for a while. The thing about Billy is, he only asks for help when he's desperate, and he never, ever uses those words. 

Eddie looks over the purple digits again with a frown and brings Billy's hand close to his mouth. 

Billy’s yank back was not only predictable but expected.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and while his voice is harsh, angry, his eyes are terrified, searching for any indication Eddie is setting him up for ridicule. 

Eddie isn’t. He wouldn’t do that. They’ve already been about as intimate as you can be with a person in the 7 weird months of their new friendship, but that doesnt mean Billy stops being Billy. 

“Do you want to lose your fingers?” Eddie asks.

“What?”

“Look at em. That’s not a good color.”

“That’s why I went to the space heater!” Billy defends. 

“Suit yourself,” Eddie shrugs, not giving up, but knowing Billy needs to be lured in a very specific way. “Might be kinda hard to jerk off without fingers. Hey! Maybe you could have them amputate the whole thing and get one of those cool hook hands! Wouldn't really solve the jerking off problem though…”

“Oh my GOD,” Billy huffs before shoving his hands back into Eddie’s face. Anything to get him to just stop talking.  

Eddie tries not to laugh too hard or boast his victory but he can’t help but feel good knowing the holes in Billy’s defenses.  

Eddie takes Billy’s right hand back into his hands and starts to rub across the slightly frostbitten skin. 

“Keep your other one near the heater,” he instructs, knowing there's no way he would convince Billy to touch any other part of Eddie’s skin at this stage. Billy does, and Eddie continues rubbing warmth and circulation back into the blonde’s hand. “Let me know when you start to feel it, it’s probably going to hurt.”

“Yeah, I know,” Billy huffs, looking pointedly everywhere but back at Eddie. 

“Want to smoke tonight?” Eddie offers, hoping to lighten some of the tension. 

“You got some bud?”

“Course I do,” Eddie laughs, rubbing across Billy’s palm. “Can you fold your fingers towards your palm yet?”

Billy turns his palm in Eddie’s hand and folds all of his fingers at the knuckle towards the palm. He winces a little but it's progress from where he started. His fingers are still a darker color than Eddie likes so he cups the folded hand in both of his and lowers his mouth closer. Billy doesnt pull away this time. Instead, he feels Billy’s breath inhale sharply at the same time Eddie exhales localized heat across his fingertips. If he was any closer, he’d be kissing them.  

“Eddie…” Billy gasps, quieter than a whisper. 

It's not necessarily intimate, but to Billy it must feel it, because his voice cracks the way it only does when he’s heavily, emotionally conflicted about something. 

Fortunately for Billy, Wayne comes storming out of his bedroom and into the common area just then. Billy pulls his hands back into his pockets and Eddie sits back on his hands like they hadn’t just been touching. 

It's ridiculous really, Wayne knows about Eddie. But still. Billy is always abundantly careful for the sake of his life.  

Wayne looks stressed, and Eddie is suddenly worried something awful has happened. 

“Everything okay Wayne?”

“Yeah, Claudia Henderson got stuck on her way coming home. She had to walk over a mile in this snow just to call me. I’m gonna go pull her car out, take her home.”

Wayne Munson. Patron Saint, he swears.

“Uh, alright, well, you should be careful too.” Eddie says, because he knows his van sure as hell won’t make it out of the park let alone all the way across town to bail him out if he gets stuck too. 

“I’ll be fine Eds,” Wayne says, a little impatient. Though Eddie can’t really blame him. He would hate to have to leave the warm area of his home to brace the snow too. “Be good you two, you hear,” he says, looking specifically at Eddie. 

Eddie threw his hands up in a scouts honor and it at least made Wayne laugh. “Yeah yeah.”

-

As soon as Wayne leaves, Billy exhales the tension he’s been holding. His hands seek out Eddie’s now; the back of Billy’s hand smacking Eddie impatiently until he continued the previous warming treatment. It was so goddamn funny and so Billy Hargrove Eddie bursts out laughing. 

“You're ridiculous,” Eddie says, taking Billy’s other hand and resuming his previous actions. 

“Whatever, you're into it.” Billy says, a little mean, but then he smirks and Eddie just about melts in place. 

“I uh, I didn't offer this before because of Wayne, but-”

Billy can already read the writing on the wall and smirks as Eddie starts to move closer. The musician climbs into the blonde’s lap, taking each of Billy’s still chilled hands and moving them under his Hellfire shirt towards his stomach. As soon as his icy digits touch soft skin Eddie gasps, loud as the chill freezes him to the bone. It doesn't take long to melts into something so much hotter though. Billy’s hands move across his skin grip just above the top hem of his jeans. He squeezes tight, holding Eddie right where he wants him. 

“Fuck me,” Eddie pants, because it really is cold, but he loves Billy’s hands on him. Any way he can get them. 

“Funny,” Billy purrs, pulling Eddie closer as he starts an array of sharp nips up Eddie’s neck, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Please, Billy,” Eddie pants and that’s all it takes. Billy stands and lifts them both off of the leather sofa, holding Eddie against his body as he walks back into his bedroom, sharp teeth finally making contact with the meat of his neck.

[genshrineimpact]

abnormal day

| ✾ | golden plated chopsticks [prologue]

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ just fyi i feel like this series will probably have a lot of zhongli x reader chapters + found family trope. i'm so sorry i just can't stop simping this man slkfsdjl

"zhongli."

you can see the funeral consultant visibly tensing up. his motions are practiced and elegant as ever as he sets down his tea and turns to face you, but if you look closely you can see that he's concerned at the steely tone in your voice.

"yes, [name]? how may i assist you?"

a loud slam. zhongli blinks and catches your hand. two pairs of eyes stare at the paper you had shoved onto his chest.

fuck, your knuckles hurt.

and yet he doesn't even look winded.

"this is….?" the ex-archon blinks and fumbles with the glasses hanging on the elegant strap around his neck. squinting at the small prints of the document, zhongli gives you a clueless look, "i apologize, it seems to be a financial report of some kind? while i am familiar with doing such work back in the parlor, i'm afraid this world's customs are still-"

"that," you inhale deeply, "is my bank statement. a compiled financial report, you could say. i don't need help with that."

"then what does-"

"explain to me why i have to pay a whole three hundred dollars for a damn gold plated chopsticks, rex lapis."

he blinks and tilts his head, "well, the item has yet to arrive seeing as they had to 'ship it' from far out the land, but i assure you that the intricacies of the patterns and the craftsmanship that i have seen on the sample product was truly astounding. you would not have been able to find anything like it in all of teyvat, and not for such a low price. even the lovely chopsticks i bought for childe costed 426 times more than that. i believe it is - if i may use a word i have learned recently - 'a steal'."

he looks so satisfied with his explanation.

zhongli is anything but a himbo but at this moment you think the title fits him so well.

"zhongli. darling. i have chopsticks at home. they cost like, three dollars," you groan, "i told you how we have different currency systems here and how one mora does not equate to one dollar. do you understand how ridiculous your logic sounds now?"

he blinks and places his chin on his fist.

god fucking damn it his thinking pose is even hotter in real life.

"it… seems like the common sense of this world has escaped me again. my apologies, the moment i saw the product i thought it would make a good present for you, seeing as you have been looking extremely stressed these past few days."

oh.

"you… were about to gift it to me?"

"yes. it was meant to be a surprise, of course, but i failed to consider that you would be notified by the purchase before the item could even reach your hand," zhongli hums, "truly, this world of yours is a complex one. i wonder if the future liyue will be able to grow into such an advanced civilization. before coming here, i would have never imagined that such a world exists where one could pay for everything by simply handing over a small card and receiving it back just seconds later."

you almost can't process the next few words that leaves his mouth after his affirmation.

zhongli is trying to give you a gift.

zhongli is trying to give you a gift.

after so many gifts you've spoiled him, so many primogems wasted, and so many overtimes you pull to pay for his kit. he's trying to give you a gift.

nevermind the fact that he's trying to buy you a present with your own money.

you think you're going to cry.

"[name]. i truly apologize. i can see that this is very distressing for you and i'd like to discuss how we can resolve this. is there perhaps a way so that we can cancel the-"

to zhongli's astonishment, you sniffle and shake your head.

"i'll pay the three hundred dollars…… it's nowhere close to what i spent for you anyway."

you shudder when you remember the monthly bank statement whenever zhongli's banners roll around. he seems to have taken this gesture as your resolution wavering, and so being the considerate man that he is, his voice softens as he addresses you again.

"[name], are you certain? please know that it is never my intention to make things harder for you. i am very grateful for your hospitality thus far. if there's anything i could do to reduce your burden, please, by all means, let me know."

"....."

"....."

"you could, uh, start working, i guess?" as much as you want to take over childe's spot as zhongli's sugar daddy in this world spoil him, you're a little worried about your slowly diminishing savings.

zhongli nods resolutely, "very well. i suppose i will have to look for a different profession, seeing as my knowledge of the past will not be of use here. what do you suggest i should do? is an equivalent of a job advertisement board in the city that might help me in this endeavour?"

you sigh.

"alright, time to teach you about computers, i guess."

"kom-pyu-ters?"

oh boy.

ah, yes, how nostalgic. you never thought you'd miss the main menu music, but here you are, humming along as the game downloads its latest patches and updates.

it's been so long since you've played, mainly because you were busy with work and your roommate from another world, but today you're intent to do some de-stressing and to enjoy yourself fully! even zhongli seemed like he knew you didn't want to be disturbed somehow! he has yet to leave his storage-room-turned-bedroom since morning, and-

….. what the- where the hell are all your teams?

"[name], i believe we have a problem."

oh please not now.

"well, i have a problem too, i had a bad day at work and now genshin is glitching on me and-" you freeze on your seat right after you swivel to turn towards the entrance of your work-slash-play room.

because in addition to zhongli, there are even more familiar faces.

well, at least now you know where your main teams have gone.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING???!?!?!???"

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I would love to see another snippet of Snowfall if you have one! (All the snippets you have shown are so good!!!)

thank you so much Kate!! I'm so flattered 🤧 and thank you too @captmactavish @cassietrn for asking about this, too <3 ask and ye shall receive! little summary over here if needed

since this is the last one, the snippet is going to be a little longer

Sól’s heart starts racing. His grip on her is strong. She writhes around, trying desperately to escape his grasp but to no avail. Still as powerful as he was five years ago. When being in his arms was a safe haven. Now she’s caged. What have they become?

He pulls her closer until their noses almost touch and it sends her heart into a frenzy. She hopes he doesn’t notice. The last thing she needs is to validate him in any way. The woman should be scared, furious but what she feels instead is nervousness from the close proximity. Her heart remembers it as something positive, while her mind is trying so desperately to convince it that it is the opposite. She curses her heart for it. Why can they never work as a unit? Why do they always have to fight one another?

“Still the same?”, Sean chuckles, his voice low and husky.

Sól doesn’t dare look him in the eyes. She knows she’ll get lost in them. Though what other options does she have?

“Remember what we promised each other?”, he asks.

Never keep secrets from each other. No lies.

He smiles dryly. “Yeah”, like he just read her thoughts, “How long has it been? All this time you spent with him, and he turns you into a liar, making you break your promise. And for what?”

“Guess that makes us even.”

“No, I know you better than that. What I’ve done…”, he pauses and looks her over. Something in his expression changes. It’s extremely subtle but Sól catches it. “No. You’ve never been vengeful.”

“People change”, now Sól’s eyes meet his, “you should know this better than anyone.”

Sean opens his mouth before knowing what to say. His brows furrow. “I didn’t—” He swallows whatever words were about to leave his mouth and his breathing becomes slightly irregular. “You know I can treat you better than that.”

The words lay heavy on her heart. Sean doesn’t know Harrison, yet he despises him greatly. He uses every opportunity to belittle the police officer. But it was Harrison who was there for Sól and Toby these past five years. Where was Sean?

She shakes her head. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

His reaction comes unexpected. As if he was waiting for more, an explanation of why. What is it that changed? He wants her to explain what happened to him.

“Leave her alone!”

Both of them whip their heads around to the tiny source of the voice. Toby pulls and tugs on Sean’s coat. Sól’s heart drops at the sight of the boy. He was supposed to stay behind.

When Toby’s determined view meets Sean’s they both just look at each other for a moment and everything goes quiet.

It twitches in her muscles and without thinking about it, Sól pushes Sean off her, followed by a roundhouse kick to send him a few meters back. He groans when he lands flat on his back.

Sól wastes no time, picks up Toby and flees from the area.

[kookie-doughs]

Happy Meal

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-As a young mother YN didn't know what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.

Chapter 18: Still A Child

That night Hawks managed to calm the child and explain his new found quirk. He was extremely scared of it. Tsunagu had made him the gloves as soon as he saw what the child had done.

He broke... or desintegrated might be a better word... Ronald Mcdonald.

After Sato calmed and got reassurance, he slept and was taken home. Endeavour came with what you can only assume his entire agency or maybe city with the number of people, all of which signed up for the fight.

Hawks grabbed Toshinori and Enji and pulled them away from the crowd.

"Sato surfaced another quirk." The two looked at each other... "Its the worst one..."

"What do you mean?" Toshinori asked.

"Shigaraki's..."

Hawks nodded.

"You mean the crumbling one?!" Toshinori coughed blood.

"He disintegrated McDonald's. "

"What was the other quirks he's surfaced?"

"Flight or levitation I'm not sure, his mother's quirk which is a booming voice. He can also force someone to use their quirk... he did it with his mom, and now disintegration..."

Toshinori flinched, "Force quirk activation... that's All for One's quirk..."

Hawks froze.

"YN said, AFO was picking between her and Shigaraki to carry the quirk. He's been dosing them both with his quirk. Maybe that's why Sato..."

"The child might have All For One..."

"I don't know what all for one is." Toshinori and Hawks proceeded to explain to Enji what was very important about that.

"Bring him with us." Enji nods.

"Are you crazy?! No! He's like not even 10 years old i dont care what explanation you were gonna make thats just stupid! He can be stronger than all 3 of us at once but he's still a child."

The three continued to talk about a plan. Up till night and then they separated because tomorrow is the day when it will all end.

Tomorrow is the day you're coming back.

He got Sato who slept peacefully and went back to his home for sleep. He held the boy closer to him and kissed his head.

"After all these. I'm going to protect you and make sure nothing happens. To the both you and your mom."

He was settling down when a knock echoed. "Bird-boy come here its important."

Slowly scooting away from the kid, careful not to wake him up. He goes out of the room to see Rumi and Enji.

"What's up?"

"HPSC," Enji states.

"They made an interview. News spread quick."

"Fuck... So they made public about Y/N and Sato?"

Rumi nodded. "They're not going to have a normal life here anymore..."

"Hawks, the good news is so far no one had contact me backing out from the plan."

"I dont care. I'm going there tomorrow no matter what." He pulls out his phone to scroll through the media. "I'm just... worried for Sato and Y/N..."

Enji pats Hawks back, "get some rest. We came here only to let you know. Tomorrow you need all your energy."

Hawks nodded at the two who exits the home. Upon being left alone he crumbles. Biting his lip, deep breaths through his nose.

"Tomorrow it'll be over."

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4. The Promise

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

Word Count:  4.2k 

A/N: Had a lot of fun doing this one, hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

You wake up, noticing that the warrior is no longer at your side. Confused, you pull yourself from the ground as you grab your cape, tying it around your neck and using it to cover your frame from the cold morning air. The sun is up but the sky is cloudy, making the world a bit gray. Hearing all sorts of noises coming from inside the ship, you decide to take a closer look.    

What is he doing now..  

As you get in, you see the place cleaned up. Coming out of a room, he looks up in your direction, "Good morning, I repaired the shower and fixed some things.” He takes a bar of ration handing it to you. "Here breakfast" before going back to move some things around while you try to open it. He continues to speak to you while he’s still focused "I used my jet this morning to have a look around. I couldn't see any signs of others. It appears we're alone here." He paused, straightening his back before looking straight at you. "The ship had a really big hit on its navigation, we can't fly with it." He proceeds to turn his helmet towards another door. "You can sleep there." saying as he points at it. 

You're still confused, with half a bite still in your mouth, you ask, "we’re stuck here?" not removing your eyes from him. 

He nods in agreement, "I'm going to continue working on the ship. The electrical can be fixed. We can use the ship as shelter. The water is taken from the humidity in the air before being filtered. Until we find another way out. This planet is, for the time being, our home..” 

The realization makes you overwhelmed. All the air in the world seemed to have disappeared. You can’t remember how to breathe. Not being able to keep your eyes to stay focus, you run outside as quickly as you possibly can. Having this cold and stabbing feeling in your chest. You stumble on your feet as you feel dizzy, walking to your stuff still laid out on the ground.  

He had followed you out. Looking at you the way you had previously looked at him, concerned and powerless.  

I have to see my brother..  

You try to anchor yourself, falling to your knees, placing your hands to the log in front of you. As he starts walking to you, you begin to shiver. Talking low to yourself "I can't.. I promised, I can't stay.." 

Kneeling at your side, he takes your arm, bringing you closer to him and up to his chest. Holding you still as you start crying, you can't help but fall into his arms. Let your body be numb for him to move around and make you more comfortable. After a moment of just letting yourself to be held. You feel the cold from the beskar but also the warmth coming from the fabric of his clothes.  

Stuffy nose and eyes made of glass. Your gaze is stuck on his arm brace. Starring, trying to come back from the emotions. He didn't need to speak, and you appreciate the silence, although you did feel like you owed him an explanation since he gave you his. 

You start talking low and slow.. "To be in the clan you have to pass a test. My father sent my brother and I to training with other younglings. Preparing us for the test when we are of age. I knew it had to do with tactical and defense but, I wasn't prepared for what they put us through. Me and my brother were extremely close, doing everything together. They put us in all sorts of scenarios and probabilities. I quickly discovered I was athletic and got praised for my skills. They made us fight until we couldn't stand anymore. Sometimes I thought I was going to pass out."  

He squeezes you in slightly. Feeling him breathing deeper as you continue; "my clan.. we endured so much together, we grew up together, and were there for each other. My clan is my family."  

"Then why did you run from them?" he asks in his low and soft modulated voice.  

“When we took the test, we were told that part of it was the training. To see if we were made to be warriors. The last test was a fighting tournament, choosing the clan's next leader. After hours of combat, me and my brother were finalists. I will never forget the look in his eyes when I laid my knife on his throat, making me the next clan leader. 

He tilts his helmet down to you, "isn't that a good thing?" 

"My clan hasn't seen a female leader since.. forever. From that day, he turned cold on me and to the world. When my little brother was old enough to take the test, Rylan he.. when we were training..” 

"Rylan killed your younger brother?"  

You shake your head slowly, "I was there that night. We were on a planet just like this one, full of trees and rivers. I was supposed to meet Yusa to help him with the train. But when I had eyes on him, I saw Yusa near the cliff we were meeting up. Rylan pushed him off, down the cliff and ran away. The thing is my brother didn't know that there was an under edge to the cliff. I used to train often there with another clan member. I knew there was no real danger, but Rylan didn't know that."  

His body stays still as he passes his fingertips on your shoulder, "He's alive then? So.. why leave?"  

"My father was scared that his need for power would make him kill Yusa. My mother took care of it, sending him away without telling anyone where he was for his own safety. My father, being also scared of me, did the same. Marrying me off to a prestigious name given by no other than my older brother himself. Thinking it would calm things.. but the man was horrible. Thank you for killing him by the way.." 

"You're welcome." He replies, "so you needed me to take you without anyone knowing you were going to join your younger brother?" Tilting his helmet on its side while staring down at you, still in his arm.  

You nod, "that's correct. My mother was planning to send me to the same place. Training him to be a fighter as well. Living away from all this." 

You can feel him despite the armor, steady breaths, calming you down. You finally look up to him as he looks down on you. Pushing a strand of hair out of your face, he uses the back of his gloved fingers to dry off some of the tears on your cheek. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "My job is to protect you and bring you safely to your destination. I promise to do everything within my abilities to make it true." 

The reality is, he didn’t have a choice. You had bewitched him since the day he came back to nevarro. You are all he can think about.. And now with this new given information, he wants you even safer than before. He knows they will come to find you and try to bring you back. Especially if you were meant to be their clan leader. He doesn’t know you that much, but he knows that protecting you is the right thing to do.  

__ 

As the day is coming to an end, you start moving in your quarters. Dropping your bag on your new bed, you let out some sleeping clothes, laying them on the covers. 

“I’m going to use the fresher; the water is working you said?” stating more than asking. 

You can see him from the open ramp. Still sitting on the log in front of the fire pit outside. 

“Yes, I’ve placed a new bar of soap on the counter for you.” glancing at his helmet to you. He sighs as he hears the door being closed. Fixating on the flames in front of him. He figured you guys were somewhat safe here. They would never suspect you to still be this close to them. You haven’t been long enough in hyperspace to be far but, they didn’t know that. They also wouldn’t suspect you to be on a planet with literally nothing on it. And it gave him a little peace of mind.  

As he hears you come out of the fresher, his mind starts to do tricks on him. Imagining your naked body still damp from the shower, dripping on him. He grunts, trying to think about, well, something else.   

__ 

After you put some clothes back on, you start prepping the ship for the night. Closing the ramp and some unnecessary lights. Moving to the open kitchen to clean around a bit, you see the door of the fresher not completely closed shut as you hear him inside. 

“No, I can’t look..” telling yourself as you investigate the gap of light.  

Moving to the door. You see the light of the fresher over the mirror and only a part of the sink. When suddenly you have the side of his butt cheek coming into frame. Instinctively you closed your eyes. “I can’t..” Trying to remind yourself. “He took a creed, whatever that means..” Except, your curiosity is stronger than your will and you start to open one eye slowly.. 

Noticing his tan glowing skin from the fresher’s light. Moving your gaze upwards, you can see his arm muscles more clearly. Contracting as he barely moves. You examine the scars on his body from various pass injuries. He looks firm but there’s a softness to him. Something more human perhaps. Maybe it’s in the way he moves, almost as if every movement has a distinct purpose. You’re starting to feel like this is wrong as a tightness forms in your chest, turning around to go back into your room.  

At the same moment the door of the fresher opens, and you instantly have your heart drop to your stomach. 

You hear a voice coming from behind. “Are you okay?” asking worryingly. 

What kind of six sense is this?  

You turn around slowly to face him. You can see him clear as day. A hand on the door and the other one holding the towel on his waist. You notice his broad shoulders, his chest defined and his muscular arms that could kill a man without a sweat. He has his helmet on, looking straight at you, making you feel small. 

You can’t find the words to speak. Feeling intimidated by the sight of him. Not knowing where to look, you start speaking nervously. “Yes, I am, thank you. I was going to sleep actually.” now staring at the floor. 

“Good” he replies as his body relaxes. “Tomorrow we should go explore some ground.” 

You agree, nodding, “goodnight Mandalorian.”  

As you turn back around, he lowers his gaze to the ground, “nite..” 

You give him a little smile before moving away. Now inside your room, you think back on your encounter. Him, almost naked in front you, grand and glowing from the fresher’s light. Standing there just staring at you. You start to feel that pinching in your chest again. 

I can’t, he can’t.. That would never happen.. 

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Morning comes and you are feeling better than yesterday. Going down the ramp you see your new roommate coming back to the camp.  

“Good morning.” you greet him. 

He looks at you while walking closer, “You’re awake.. brought some fruits I found.”  

“You found all of this, this morning?” looking inside the cloth bag.  

He takes a moment before talking. “I figured you’d want some variety. Haven't found vegetables yet..”  

You can’t help but smile at him. “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.” before grabbing a green and orange fruit out of it. “Are you not eating?” 

“I ate not long ago. I couldn’t sleep.. I–” He cuts himself off. Staying still, staring while you eat. After a moment you look up to him, raising an eyebrow. Realizing he’s fixating, he moves quickly. Changing his gaze, now looking straight to the ground. Talking to himself in a low voice as he goes back onto the ship.  

He didn’t know how to act around you anymore. No one has ever seen him the way you saw him yesterday. The way you were looking at him, that look in your eyes. He knew what you were thinking about. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of your presence in his arms, holding you close to his chest and how he wanted so badly to have it again. 

You look at him moving away confused. You’re starting to enjoy his company but understand that he might still be shaken by the current circumstances. By contrast, the rigid man has a warmth to him. You feel safe in his presence, and you know he wants your well-being as much as you want his. 

Finishing your fruit, you throw the seed into the fire pit, moving inside the ship to change. 

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You come back in your combat outfit as well as your tactical backpack with all your necessities, food, water and some change clothes. You never truly know how these explorations can go. No choice than packing for a couple of days. 

You see him near the camp, being also ready to leave. Watching him put his spear behind his back. Remaining silent, he starts walking inside the forest and you follow right behind. 

There’s a moment where none of you is speaking but you don’t mind it too much. You don’t even know where you’re going, you just follow his lead. Hearing the sky rumbling as you look to the man in beskar move in front of you and how you want so badly to be closer to him. You sigh as you look away. 

He stops, grounded in place as you pass him. “Are you okay?”  

You froze a little, you’ve been silent for hours now. You look to the ground not knowing what to say. “Yes, I'm okay, thank you.”  

He doesn’t move, so you turn your head to him, “Did I do something? What’s wrong?” not understanding why he’s stopping. 

“You, what’s wrong?” he demands with a soft modulated voice. 

You’re taken aback, not knowing how to respond, you start to panic, not wanting him to worry about you. “I’m fine I told you, can we move on, please?” You can’t exactly say that it’s him who makes you feel this way now can you? 

He tilts his head on its side before looking around. “Come,” he says as he changes path. 

“Where are we going?” frowning your eyebrows, but he doesn’t reply. 

After a while you see a small cave inside of what seems like a cliff. Greenery surrounding it, vines covering the outside walls.  

“This will do just fine.” Stating as he walks forward to the side of it. He looks at you before stopping, “We can camp here tonight. I see you’re not all here today; we've had a rough couple of days. Let’s not push ourselves, we can continue tomorrow.” He says as you nod in agreement. 

You enter the cave to have a look inside. Nothing much is going on, it’s not only empty, but also quite small. But for tonight it will do. It will give you shelter for the rain that is coming.  

You turn to go back out when you see him coming to the entrance with some wood.  

“It will start to rain soon better be prepared. I grabbed some for tomorrow as well.” Moving to put them inside the cave.  

Passing in front of you, you can’t help but smell him. Spices, leather and beskar. You look up closing your eyes as you question the maker on how long this feeling is going to last. 

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The sky was getting dark when the rain started. You were waiting in the cave for him to come back. He told you he would return quickly but it had been a moment since he had left. Making you begin to worry, wondering what could take this long. 

After a moment you can’t take it anymore. Tying your cape around your neck, you put your hood on. Going out you can barely see anything as it starts to pour, limiting your visibility. You try to call him as you move around. “Mandalorian!? Man ..Mandalorian!!?” 

Still blinded by the rain, you hear a stumping sound before an arm grabs your waist, just like the first time he touched you. Without hesitation, he moves you to the cavern. Covering you as much as he could with his body. The questions start as soon as you’re in. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt??” he asks nervously, looking at you from every angle. 

You’re embarrassed, walking back into the wall behind you staring at the ground. “No, I- I'm fine. I just worried. You didn’t come as quick and, I-“ 

He stops you in your ramble. His body tensing in contrast to his low modulated voice. “You were scared..” 

You nod, not wanting to look into his visor, which felt almost like a confrontation, but you open your mouth. “I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed put, like you asked. I just panicked. It usually never happens. It won’t happen again“ 

You can’t control your breathing as he pushes a strand of hair, damp and sticking to the side of your face.  

“You never need to apologize to me cyare.” Letting his fingertips glide along the side of your neck. Realizing what he’s doing, he straightens his back, letting out a short cough before moving his hand away as he goes to sit on the floor. 

You follow, grabbing a blanket from your bag and spreading it on the floor. You invite him to sit next to you. The cave is starting to feel darker; he lights up a stable flame, moving it across the cave before he comes to the blanket. He sits with you on the ground with his back resting on the wall. 

“Where are we going exactly?” you ask as you spread your cape over your bag to let it dry. 

He continues to look straight in front of him as he answers you. “I saw a lake when I used my jetpack a few days ago. Thought we might find something interesting.” He moves his helmet to you when he notices you’re not making a noise. As he looks closer, he doesn’t miss the way you look lost. He knows the situation is unique, but he also was in worst situations, and so did you, he imagined. “Are you ok?” 

You cut him short, feeling tired and exasperated. “Yes, I'm fine Mandalo–” 

“Din please.” Cutting you off before looking away as quickly. You stare at him with surprised eyes before he continues. “My name is Din, Din Djarin..” You stay silent as he turns back to you. “Do- do you, have a name?” nervously asking as he doesn't know how to approach you. 

“I don’t.” you answer honestly. “My parents gave us nicknames until we were of age, giving the clan power to name us according to our strengths. I prefer to forget about it since I'm not going back.” Answering with your voice starting to break. You move lower, using a piece of clothing as a pillow. He does the same while lying on his back next to you. 

As you lay on your side, face away from him. You can hear his breathing as the tightness in your chest comes back. He moves slightly now facing your back. You feel your hair being moved out of its way, not wanting to tug it while sleeping.  

After a moment you can sense him moving around a bit. Trying to stay calm and focused, you keep your eyes closed. But you start feeling gloveless fingers, softly caressing the side of your neck. Sending this electricity into your breasts as he passes them below your ear. Your breathing becoming more present, you stay still as he comes to press himself closer to your body. 

Moving the tips of them to your shoulder, to your back and to the side of your stomach. He goes to grab you by the waist as he moves his chest deeper into your back. Bringing his hips slightly closer as you feel his hardness on you. He goes under your shirt, taking his hand higher to your breast as he caresses the underside of it. You can hear him, breathing heavily, going upwards to fully grab it. You let out a pleasured sound, head moving slightly back.  

He squeezes it softly before moving it down towards the inside of your pants. At this point all you can think of is him, touching you, wanting everything he’s willing to give you. You want more from him, everything really. His fingertips come cautiously to your clit. Making you instantly melt at the sensitivity as he rubs it slowly. You start to let your pleasure be known as he starts groaning, moving his hips and taking his time grinding on your curves.  

“You’re soft, so.." Saying as he moves his digits lower between your folds. 

Feeling the slick already coating your entrance, he can’t stop himself letting out a desperate humming noise. You can’t take it anymore as you feel the tip of them softly brushing and teasing around your hole. The need is making you blind with lust as you turn around to face him. You sit to remove your shirt and he grabs your arm, taking you closer to him as soon as you are done. Moving your legs on both sides of his hips. You anchor yourself over him starting to grind on his harden cock, hearing him grunt low as he watches you move on him.  

You looked desperate for him, but you didn’t care. His width feeling like ecstasy on your needy pussy, long and sturdy just for you. 

With a hand on the side of your thigh, he takes his other one to grab your breast, pressing and massaging it. Naturally, you let out a deep, opened mouth moan as the feeling intensifies. Meanwhile, his breathing was becoming short and harsh.  

“You look.. oah, so beautiful cyare..” admiring you, moving his hips with yours. 

He let go of your tit to grab both of your thighs. Stopping them in their movements and starts lifting his hip upwards as he rubs his thickness on your sensitive clit over the fabric. The pleasure starting to feel unbearable, you start to whine. Making him move quicker, faster and harder against your pussy. Watching you push out his new favorite sounds as he starts panting.  

You put your hands on the wall behind his head to make you more stable, but he grabs one of them. Pulling you lower closer to him. He places a hand on your lower back pushing down as he continues to move and grind himself on you. Hearing the pleasure being louder in your voice. He pushes you down to his chest, holding you tight as he moves slower while making sure the pressure is right.  

You let your head fall into his neck. Smelling him, so warm and inviting as one of his arms is wrapped around your waist, locking you in. While his other hand holds the back of your head. You take a finger to move his scarf a bit, giving you access to some skin. Pressing your tongue flat on it, going from one side to the other and swirling your tongue around, sucking lightly. 

He starts to chuckle while panting harder. “A’ohh.. This can’t be real..” you hear him say deep through his voicecorder 

You don’t have time to speak before an electric light comes inside you. Making you come on his clothed dick, whining like you already belong to him. The sweet sounds pushed in his ear make him grunt as he comes to his bliss as well. Slowing down his strokes, he pets the back of your head while holding you in place. Both staying unmoved, catching your breath.  

You swallow before speaking. “What can’t be real?”  

Trying to regulate his breathing, he takes a moment before replying in a raspy voice, “You.” 

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[elementaldoughnut12]

"Diamonds and Doughnuts"

*this fic is a gift for one of my awesome internet big sisters @afterdarkprincess ! It involves her and yours truly! (I'm mentioned) I just wanna say thank you for being so supportive of my stuff and being the big sister I needed... I love you*

“Oh my gosh I'm so excited!” Tay says happily as she tries to not drop the tray. She sets the tray of doughnuts on the counter and turns off the oven. She grabs the can of pink frosting and a butter knife so she can decorate. As she slathers on the frosting, she doesn't notice a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. “Watcha making diamond?” Jey says causing Tay to yelp.

“Jey! Don't scare me! You almost made me mess up!” Tay says with a pout causing Jey to laugh. “I'm sorry, babygirl! I'm just wondering what you making” Jey says as he kisses Tay's cheek. “Well, I'm making doughnuts cause my sister is coming over!” Tay says happily. “Lil doughnut is coming over?” Jey asks curiously. “Yeah! We haven't hung out in a bit and I know she loves it when I make her doughnuts” Tay says with a smile.

“Is that why you asked me to invite Sami over?” Jey says with a smirk causing Tay to blush. “N-No that's not the reason at all!” Tay stutters while looking away at Jey. Jey grabs her chin and makes Tay look into his eyes. “You tryna play cupid diamond?” Jey says, causing Tay to blush immensely. “M-Maybe…” Tay says nervously. Jey kisses Tay deeply and pulls back and smiles. “You cute when you blush” Jey says sweetly. 

“T-Thank you! Now enough sweet talk! I gotta finish these doughnuts and if you ain't gonna help get your ass out the kitchen!” Tay says seriously as she goes back to decorating. “Yes ma'am!” Jey says as he grabs a butter knife and helps decorate. Tay just laughs as she watches her husband try some of the frosting. “Damn! Lil doughnut got some taste!” Jey says happily. 

“Only the best for Mackenzie! Anytime I went to 7-Eleven I'd get these doughnuts for her and she'd just light up! Seeing her smile means I did something good enough to make her day special” Tay says with a gentle smile, thinking happily about the memory. Jey smiles at hearing his wife talk about her sister, remembering the good times he had with his brothers and Roman as well. They were almost done frosting the doughnuts when Jey thought of something…

“Diamond… do you think setting your sister up with Sami is a good idea?” Jey asks nervously. “Yeah why? You don't think so?” Tay asks curiously. “I do! Believe me! I nearly decked Sami sometimes cause he wouldn't stop gushing about her when he sees you take her to some shows and gets to talk to her but are you sure she isn't too crazy for him? Not to mention the age gap…” Jey never finishes his explanation when he sees a butter knife pointed to his chest…

“Jey…” Tay says, seriously causing shivers to go down Jey's spine. “My baby sister isn't crazy! She has adhd which means that she has a lot of energy and maybe being with Sami will help! He always calms her down when she gets hyper or about to attack someone so he already knows how she works! Also she's into older men so the age gap doesn't matter! Don't you forget that there's an almost ten year gap between us?” Tay continues. 

“I guess you're right and Sami is my best friend so he deserves to be happy and so does Lil doughnut” Jey says with a smile. “I'd known you would come around to it! But if you call my sister crazy again…I'll rip out your insides and eat them while you're still alive… got it?” Tay says menacingly and receives a rapid nod from her husband. “Good! Now can you get me the rainbow sprinkles?” Tay says with a smile. 

“You are wicked hot when you threaten me…” Jey says with a blush. “You are extremely weird! Now where are the sprinkles?” Tay says with a laugh. “Oh you mean these sprinkles?” Jey says with a smirk as he shows his wife the sprinkles. “Yes! Those! Now gimme!” Tay exclaims as she tries to grab the sprinkles. Jey laughs as he holds the can out of Tay's reach. “Jey, if you don't give me those sprinkles you're sleeping on the couch for a week!” Tay says with a pout. 

“Ok ok diamond! You're just so cute when you pout!” Jey says as he kisses Tay's cheek. Tay grabs the sprinkles and finishes decorating the doughnuts. “Yay! They're done!” Tay says happily. Jey walks over and looks at his wife's handiwork. “Damn they look good! Makes me wanna eat them all!” Jey says which causes Tay to give him a look. “Don't even think about it mister! These are for Mackenzie and your future brother-in-law!” Tay says happily. 

“You right… I'd rather have something sweeter!” Jey says as he gives kisses all over Tay's face. “J-Jey stop!!!” Tay says while laughing. Jey stops and kisses Tay deeply. “I love you so much diamond” Jey says sweetly. “I love you too Mr. Main Event” Tay says back. Jey was about to say something back until they heard rapid knocking on the door. “Looks like Lil doughnut is here” Jey says with a laugh. “It's showtime!” Tay says as they set their matchmaking plan into action.

[kimira-k]

Yeonwoo's Innocence Chapter 131 thouhts

After coming back from the horror that was the last few weeks because of the chapters of his nightmare I tell you I needed this chapter.

I love the fact that she woke him up and she had some semblance of emotion on her face cuz normally her face is just blank which I understand as to why her face is like that all the time but this time I'm happy that she had a look of genuine shock and worry on her face when yeonwoo woke up.

Everything was going well she comforted him things were going well and then poor yeonwoo had to say "being with you right now feel so good" like this boy is digging his own grave. She's already whipped for you. OMG 🤣.

The look on her face when she hugs him is so funny to me like she gone. goone. the fact that she hugs him so tight this time it feels different from all of the other times she hugs him and I was proven RIGHT when she she pulled there faces close almost ....

ALMOST AS IF SHE WANTS TO KISS HIM LIKE OMG YESSSS. . . . . . . Then we got baited. Ya nothing new 😔

NEVER BEEN MORE MAD THAN I WAS IN THAT MOMENT.

Fricken Junhyuk called and ruined the nice ambiance of the couple. Than right before yeonwoo picks up he's like "oh my God what was that atmosphere that we just had" like bro I know you're Innocent but you can't be that innocent. (He is he really is)

Then what makes things even worse is that he literally stands up our girl for his best friend. I REPEAT HIS BEST FRIEND. BRO I KNOW Y'ALL'S RELATIONSHIP IS CLOSE BUT THAT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND. And she was making advances on you too. Like broooo. That was your chance but you didn't even know.

Anyways when Yeoneoohas to leave to go and meet Junhyuk. Haesol stands they're watching him as he leaves and she's like why do I feel so bad and annoyed. Like girl come on you just got stood up for his best friend you have every right to be annoyed ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIM.

Then we get to yeonwoo and Junhyuk oh my God these two deserve a whole entire post of their own because what the heck. how can you go from one extreme to the other

JUNHYK PLEASE. One minute he's all over his best friend. Being Buddy Buddy. Thinking things like 'yeonwoo needs me I have to be by his side all the time'. The next minute he's like 'our relationship is unhealthy we can't be friends anymore don't talk to me'. Like are you serious right now you're just going to leave him alone cold turkey no explanation.

I understand that now you understand that you are obsessive and protective over yeonwoo but this is not the way. THIS IS NOT THE WAY. I UNDERSTAND TEENAGERS BUT TALK IT OUT PLEASE USE YOUR WORDS.

Out here causing unnecessary drama and emotional termoil for our baby can you not. He just had to relieve his worst nightmare. 😭

Overall this chapter was full of left hooks, baits some fluff in the middle and then a straight-up punch of Angst right at the end.

To be honest I'm just happy that we're out of that nightmare because man was I pulling my hair out.

[charlesandmartine]

Wednesday 17th April 2024

When dawn broke one could see the lights of Mossel Bay across the water, but as the sun came up, the mist started to come down. I guess that's just the way it is there. We had a quick breakfast, loaded the stuff into the VW, bade our farewells to this strange property, the sea front and the parrots and hit the road; this time the N2 bound for George. In all we expected roughly 3 hours elapsed time of motoring, but we intended to call in at Knysna; a town everyone seems to know and tell us we need to go to, but a place no-one seems to be sure about what's there. Anyway, we headed to the Waterfront which seemed a good starting point and were soon fixed up with an extremely palatable coffee and chocolate croissant. Most acceptable I'd say.

This part of the coast is firmly into the Garden Route, and our journey onwards East confirmed that the scenery is absolutely fabulous. Green, lush vegetation, tree clad mountains and picturesque lakes. Through Wilderness and on to Pine Lake which lay so still, not a ripple, it was just content to sit there all day reflecting the mountain behind. Soon we were passing the sign which declared we were now officially in the Eastern Cape.

We lunched in Plettenberg Bay, a comly little place designed very much for holiday makers. We fitted right in there and found a seat overlooking the beach which was full of happy families with designated tasks of building sandcastles. We left the VW in the good care of a carpark attendant, and in the age old tradition, by passing silver from one palm to the other, no harm would come to the car.

Life guards were nervously watching the bay and the swimmers. At one point everyone was called out of the water. Great Whites have been spotted recently and are, we are told, more likely April onwards. Hmm. Didn't see one but I'm sure he saw us!

Now we asked Mr Avis, taxi drivers all sorts, are there any toll roads in South Africa/ Garden Route? Oh no they all said. We don't have tolls. Well as soon as we plotted our route on Google to Jeffrey's Bay there it was, toll road. Don't you just know it. Anyway, we have plenty of spare change and this route saved us an hour, so we set off. Through forest, hill and dale we drove on an empty road, empty because you have to pay I guess. Anyway, we pulled into the booth, produced our R200 note and the girl said, oh, you don't have to pay. No explanation that we could understand, but we were free to go!

This is an interesting country. Clearly when a job needs doing, a white man calls for a black man. Mornings and evenings we see pickup trucks going back and forth picking up and dropping off teams of men and taking them to where the work is; often lawn maintenance, general building and in volume, road maintenance. They crowd into the backs of these vehicles often from pickup points along the roads. Archaic maybe but it seems to work. In its defence there seems a distinct attempt to create jobs even if it is so menial and perhaps unnecessary. For instance, people manually sweeping sand off a path by the beach or standing waving or holding limply a red flag near to roadworks. The sad thing is that they often seem to come out of the shanty towns on the outskirts of rather affluent white towns. We cannot judge as it's not our culture, but it is a little disconcerting.

We passed one such shanty town made up of rows and rows of tiny corrugated iron boxes, and I'm ashamed to say, were relieved when we crossed a river and into an area called Paradise Beach where we are lodged in a luxurious little house on stilts for the next three days.

ps We popped out for an evening meal at a restaurant recommended by our host. It could not be closer to the sea if it tried; the floor was sand! I had an excellent tuna steak and Martine a lamb shank but cooked in an amazing South African set of spices unknown. Absolutely delicious. The whole thing with tips and alcohol was less than £29!

pps over 31°C today.

ppps there was a malicious campaign afoot on the toll road into here disparaging the rights to baboons having a square meal. Big signs, Do Not Feed the Baboons. Fine for doing so, R500. Well we didn't see a single baboon along the 60k section hungry or otherwise.

[megabuild]

been thinking 💭 about their time spent as worlds most annoying students

lore dump LOOK OUT

- i will make a proper explanation for the worldbuilding i have for empires one day but basically all thats necessary is that its set in a high fantasy world separate from any other smp, i consider most smps being set on the same "planet" i guess? (special thanks to rendog for making me have to clarify that.) but at different times so empires s1 takes place fairly early, a time similar to the renaissance period for us.

- pix and fwhip knew each other before the series though because as said above They went to school together! About ten years before season 1 is set. Specifically a very prestigious academy in the city they both grew up in, it's more like a university than a school, they're both young adults when they enroll.

- fwhip is studying alchemy not just out of the love of it but also to follow in his father's footsteps (his relationship there is. not great but that's another ballpark) while pix is studying astronomy which in this world is a very important and magical study! the people of this region believe the stars and planets can help predict future events and disasters, so talented astronomers are basically like prophets. he doesn't actually have any prophetic visions or anything though.

- pix has a whole thing i'll get into some other time that basically means his ability to harness and use experience/magic is limited. most humans aren't as naturally predisposed as some other species but pix is especially Not good at this. but he's very studious and wants to learn all he can about magic even if he can't use it, so he's a model student

- fwhip on the other hand has natural disposition for magic due to having elvish genes, and is a bit of a slacker tbh, not because he doesn't care but because of bad past experience with educational environments.

- the two of them meet because they have a handful of classes that overlap. Don't really get along at first (quite badly actually though I'm considering changing that LMAO) but they end up becoming friends and eventually falling into dating yayyyy great awesome who clapped.

- fwhip has bigger dreams though. he wants to become Thee royal alchemist and it's sort of in his game plan that pix will become the royal astronomer even though pix... Isn't really that certain about astronomy as a career path at all. He has a family business that he might need to go back to but more importantly for him he just sort of wants to slow down and focus on rn!! Their relationship ends up falling apart for a lot of reasons but this is one of them.

- I say falls apart but it never actually has a defined end lol fwhip just. Leaves one day before he even graduates because he gets offered a very lucrative position that he can't really say no to. He leaves a letter but he never says bye and pix will hold a grudge to this for over a decade.💙

- their time at the academy is probably the happiest years of their relationship (unless i decide to say fuck it and give them a semi happy ending) and almost definitely the happiest years of fwhip's life. they are the most annoying bitchy gay couple u know. they pull so many pranks (pix has always been a lover of those and fwhip only enabled him in taking them to extreme levels) and generally are quite sweet at times even if its not always clear like. how committed fwhip actually is (he loves pix! he's just allergic to commitment and showing feelings without backtracking to make a joke after)

- on their designs there's not much to say, fwhip cuts his hair shorter including his little horn tufts and generally doesn't let it get long enough for the green to show cause he's trying to be more cool and professional. (Later on he actually starts dying it to make sure no green shows which is fake as hell of him but anyway) Pix bears a striking resemblance to recap!pix which doesn't really mean shit other than he is his great x10 peepaw uncle twice removed and ithought it was cute. Fwhip bought those earrings for him which I think I've posted about before somewhere. Their outfits are sort of lame cause I made them up in five seconds just so I could draw something orz I don't think the academy had any strict uniform though pix probably did wear gloves due to working with magic and fwhip definitely never wore suitable gear for working with highly dangerous chemicals

- tldr blows them up in my mind