#and i need to know if it's happening again because that would be kind of funny.

[luffydotcom]

long distances

you're off on an important mission of your own for a few days - and they miss you every second of it.

feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) warnings: slight mention of torture + kidnapping (but not serious!)

notes: hoping to follow this up with a pt.2 for ace, sabo and law! also, the context of this may be hard to explain, but just essentially you just go away for a few days.

luffy

despite his goofy and not-so-serious demeanour, luffy is the captain, and when it comes to his crew, he will take it very seriously. be it your worries, fears, goals or ambitions, he can easily break away from his usual silliness when it matters most.

when you tell luffy you need to stop at the next island, he doesn't bombard you with questions or demand any kind of immediate explanation. he listens intently as you shine with enthusiasm, telling him there's something there you must see... but alone.

luckily, you're able to spare your dignify as luffy doesn't even give you the chance to beg for his permission. as long as you're safe, who is he to say no? the next island is pretty safe anyway, it's just a quaint little town, and you have the transponder snail on you in case of any worst case scenario.

he does trust you, and he did say yes... so why does he regret it now?

when usopp has him slapping his knee with the funniest joke of the day, he zooms up to your room to retell it to you, tears in his eyes from laughter, only to find your side empty.

at mealtimes, he's about to get on your nerves and steal some food from your plate, and accidentally steals zoro's (much to his disliking), forgetting you're not eating beside him today.

not that he doesn't trust you, he knows that you haven't run away on the crew or gotten kidnapped or something worse - but his patience is wearing thin every second he's apart from you. can't these next few days just be over already??

luckily, he remembers the transponder snail, and at any given moment, he will ring you excitedly asking all sorts of questions about the latest happenings and stories of your little mission.

"what's the food there like?" on your end, it feels like luffy is talking directly in your ear with that same level of enthusiasm and interest in his voice. "i bet it doesn't compare to sanji's!"

"it really doesn't! although it is nice," you beam, as though you were speaking to him in person. "maybe i can bring some for you when i come back!" you can hear luffy's loud burst of agreement on the other end of the line, making you laugh.

when the next few days are finally over and you rejoin the crew at the next island, before you can even step onto the pier, luffy stretches to haul you onto the ship against your will and into his arms.

"finally!" he wraps you with his rubbery arms tight, refusing to let go. "i don't know if i can let you go like that again. i missed you too much. i think i was starting to go crazy!"

normally you would scold him for suffocating hugs, but this time you don't resist, instead, you allow him to indulge in his over-the-top physical affection... because you missed it too badly. you hope he never lets you out of his sight again.

zoro

zoro doesn't see why it's a big deal - if you want to go somewhere on your own for a few days, go do what you want, make your own decisions. why should that bother him?

except it does bother him.

he's quick to fold his arms, nod, and watch as you give your goodbyes to everyone and set off, but he can't shake that feeling seeing you walk away on your own. should he have said something more than just 'see you soon'? even if you're only going for a few days...

he has no doubt of your independence and trusts that you're capable enough to protect yourself, and he knows you wouldn't hesitate to contact the crew in case of danger. yet he can't help but feel a little worried about you. just a little.

as soon as you ring on the snail, he's the first to answer before nami even gets the chance. yet she just puts her hands on her hips and smiles, walking away and 'leaving you both to it', or whatever the hell that means.

you don't normally see zoro as a worrier, but you can't miss the slight concern in his voice whenever you call, but you're kind enough not to call him out for it just yet.

"if you see any weird people, don't get any funny ideas. just get the hell out of there without starting an unnecessary fight. only defend yourself if they actually try to attack you."

"you told me this 10 times already zoro, i think i get the idea by now-"

"well, i'm just saying so in case you forget."

the way he's been talking it's as if you've wandered off to an island surrounded by boiling lava and guarded by bloodthirsty dragons.

it's not just the extra cautions he's giving, but he notices the ship is so different without you... or at least for him. your energy, your personality, and the conversations that you share together fill his mind against his will because they feel so far away now, even though they aren't. it's like a part of his daily routine is temporarily missing.

even the crew notices that he's been quieter than usual, and they won't hesitate to call him out for it.

"aww, zoro, you really must be missing-"

"usopp, shut up."

"noted."

his only option is to ignore the others until you return, but it's impossible when they're basically... everywhere he goes. the teasing is seriously getting on his nerves - as if he wasn't already on edge wondering where the hell you are and what you're doing. can you just come back already so this living nightmare can be over?

thankfully, it's only a matter of time that you return, and you're immediately swarmed with hugs and attention from the crew. however, zoro stands at the side, watching as you link arms with usopp or when luffy ruffles your hair, with no readable expression. you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly hurt at how aloof he was being after not seeing you for some time.

but when the others finally give you some much-needed space, zoro approaches you at last.

"glad to see you made it back whole," he smirks with a small hint of pride. "the others were starting to lose their heads without you."

"US?" sanji interjects. "you're one to talk, mosshead. we all saw the way you waited by the snail for y/n to call practically every hour of the day."

"shut up before i cut you into slices." zoro glares at sanji, ready to officiate him with a death sentence, ears burning, as you stifle a laugh. he has a funny way of showing he misses you, but you're certain he did.

sanji

when you tell sanji you're going away for a few days, he practically almost faints.

being apart from you for you for more than five minutes is hard enough for him. a few days... no, a week? yeah, the whole world is basically crumbling.

he would never want to get in the way of what you want for yourself, but the second you break the news to him he has to take all it has in him to remain as calm as possible... and still fails.

"sanji, don't worry, it'll only be for a few days, i'll be back before you know it!" you squeeze his arm in an attempt to comfort him as he smiles weakly for your sake.

he won't let you leave without packing plenty of meals for you - despite you insisting how you won't need it and will manage just fine on your own.

when you finally wave your goodbyes and set off, sanji can barely watch the sight. seeing your retreating back as you disappear out of sight, shrinking out of view as the ship sails away, he feels as though he will burst into tears any second. what will he do without you, even if just for a few days?

everything reminds him of you... the starry night sky you normally gaze at as you rest your chin on your palm, the mast you lean against to relax on a tiring day, your empty seat at the dining table - ouch, that one definitely stings the most.

he tries to distract himself with his cooking... but even that proves futile. it's not the same with one less mouth to feed and one less plate to fill.

he can only wonder to himself: what are you eating right now? what are you wearing today? where did you go today?

most importantly, are you safe?

he can’t help but run through every potenial worst case scenario and bad thing that could possibly happen to you while you’re away… causing him to burn through way more cigarettes packets than usual.

he needs answers. thankfully, that's where the transponder snail comes into good use. as soon as he hears it ringing, he's answering it in seconds.

"hello? it's me, guys!" hearing your voice is a kind of comfort he didn't know he needed. "anyone there? wait, let me guess... sanji, it's you, isn't it."

"i- uh, well..."

you talk for a long while - mostly consisting of him asking you all kinds of questions and fretting over your every move anxiously.

"make sure you eat all the food i made for you, okay? i mean, not all in one go, i know you won't waste it but don't force yourself-"

"sanji." you say firmly, but not out of irritation, letting out a quiet chuckle on the other end. "i'm fine, i swear. and i promise i won't leave even a crumb left."

finally after what felt like years of suffering, (it's been 7 days.), the torture comes to an end, and you return to the crew safe and sound as you meet them at the next island over. you look just as beautiful as the day you left (once again, like 7 days ago.) and run to everyone buzzing with excitement.

as you're about to reach the crew, sanji reaches you first, catching you completely off guard as he envelopes you in a sweet embrace.

"please never leave me ever again..."

"oh, wow," you say breathlessly, frozen, unsure of what to say. you feel your heart beat faster - the contact sure is a surprise, you've never been this close. did he really miss you this much? "i missed you too, sanji."

© luffydotcom

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙💋 ̟ !! How About a Kiss?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

It started when you were five.

You scraped your knee, cried like the world was ending, and Katsuki—mud on his elbows, twigs in his hair—offered you his half-melted popsicle and said, “There. I fixed it. How about a kiss?”

You screamed “gross!” and kicked him in the shin.

He chased you around the slide, laughing the whole way, like he hadn’t just offered his heart in the form of a joke too big for either of you to understand yet.

But that didn’t stop him.

Not when he carried your backpack in second grade just because he wanted it.

Not when he punched a kid in fourth for calling you names.

Not when he stood outside your house in the rain after your dog died, holding your umbrella like it was a sword and he was on some kind of silent vigil.

Every time, without fail: “How about a kiss?”

The line became a habit, then a reflex. You'd poke fun back, roll your eyes, tell him “not in a million years, Katsuki,”

And he’d snort and brush it off like he didn’t care. But he kept saying it. Kept hoping, maybe this time…

It was a joke.

It was only a joke.

Wasn’t it?

Teenage Katsuki is taller, sharper in the jaw, deeper in the voice—but somehow, just as infuriating. He still throws his arm in front of you when debris rains down from a villain’s blow. Still finds your wrist when chaos splits the class apart and hauls you behind him like you’re glass. He doesn't even look back, just mutters, "Tch. You good?"

And when you blink at him, breath caught, words gone…

There it is again—his default line, tossed over a bleeding lip like a lifeline and a death wish all at once:

“How about a kiss?”

Like he doesn’t mean it.

Like it’s always been funny.

You wanted to slap him and cry at the same time. Your hands shook on his shoulders. “You idiot,” you whispered, brushing ash off his cheeks. “You absolute idiot.”

He laughed, short and low and a little too bitter.

But it’s not funny when his palm finds your shoulder longer than it needs to.

It’s not funny when his laugh catches, when he glances away too fast, like he’s afraid he said too much.

And it's definitely not funny when he lies alone on the rooftop some nights, playing every moment back in his head, wondering what would happen if you ever said yes.

Because the truth is—he started asking for kisses when he didn’t know what kisses meant.

But now he does. And it terrifies him.

Because what if you lean in one day and actually give him one?

What if he finally tastes the thing he’s been craving since he was a boy with a busted knee and too much pride?

What if it ruins everything?

So he keeps asking, even when his voice breaks, even when his heart feels like it’s cracking behind his ribs.

Because it’s the only way he gets to pretend.

The only way he gets to say I love you without actually saying it.

Just five words, tossed like a coin into the well of every shared moment:

"How about a kiss, dumbass?"

And if you ever say yes,

God help him.

He won’t ever be the same again.

[bm571158]

Lessons In Love- LN4

Description: Lando decides to offer to help his inexperienced friend gain some sexual experience because he can’t face the idea of her doing that with another man. The only issue is that everyone but her knows he’s secretly been in love with her for years, and this is only going to make it even more complicated.

18+ 🔥

Part One

Lando and Alicia had been friends for as long as he could remember. He’d met her brother karting in the early days, she’d always followed the two of them around and they’d just clicked. Her brother James had stopped karting and Lando didn’t see much of him anyone, but Alicia had stayed. A constant in the chaos of F1.

She was busy with her own stuff these days and he didn’t get to see her nearly as much as he would’ve liked, but when she’d told him that she’d booked some modelling work and was going to he in Monaco for a few weeks he’d been quick to suggest that came to stay with him. A chance for them to catch up, even if he was going to be away racing for half of it.

Initially, she’d been unsure, then she’d given into his pleading and agreed it would be nice for the two of them to catch up. But from the moment she’d stepped foot in his apartment it had been almost a kind of torture for Lando. Because she might’ve been blissfully unaware, but he’d been completely and utterly in love with her since they turned fifteen. He’d just never had the balls to tell her in case it ruined everything.

She’d gone out that particular night to meet some friends. Short, tight black dress. Ridiculously high heels and looking like she’d walked straight out of one of his dreams. When she’d given him a twirl and asked him to take a photo of her before she went out he’d not been able to muster anything more than a “you look nice” because all he could think about was her going out in Monaco and having a load of other men’s eyes and hands on her.

He wasn’t about to say that out loud though, so he’d told her to have a good time and call him if she needed picking up. She’d winked, told him not to wait up and gone skipping out of the door.

He had waited up though, just in case. Just because he wanted to make sure that she got home okay. Couldn’t sleep without knowing that she had. It had been a good job that he had as well, it was nearly two in the morning when she’d called him, sounding slightly panicked and between tearful apologies asked if he could come and pick her up.

The address that she gave him caught him by surprise. It was miles away from where she had said that she was going to meet her friends. When he picked her up she was all dishevelled, stood outside an apartment building on her own and her makeup smeared from where she’d obviously been crying.

“What happened?” He asked quickly as she got in the car.

“I went home with this guy and…” she hiccuped.

“Did he…? Because I swear I’ll go up there and-“

“Lando.” She laid her hand on his arm. “He didn’t do anything wrong. It was me, I panicked and just… god I feel so stupid.”

Lando relaxed a little, but still didn’t move.

“Can you please just take me home? I don’t want him wondering why I ran out of his apartment like a lunatic and am now just sitting in the car outside.” She pleaded.

Lando looked over at her again, then started the engine and drove the two of them back home. Once they’d got back she thanked him quietly, but was quick to disappear into the spare room that she had claimed as her own as soon as they got in and before he could try and ask any more questions about what exactly had happened.

When she still hadn’t appeared by nearly lunch time the next day, Lando had decided he was going to have to stage an intervention. So he’d made her a coffee, walked down the hallway to the door to the spare room, and after a quiet knock on the door he cracked it open and peeped around it.

She was sprawled out in the bed, one leg kicking out from under the duvet. Face buried in the pillows. He closed the door behind him, then walked across the carpet and sat down on the bed beside her.

“Come on, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up.” He nudged her gently.

“Fuck off.” She groaned, burying her head further into the pillows. “My head is going to explode.”

Lando laughed quietly. “I brought coffee.”

She stilled a little bit, and the lifted her head just a fraction. “I might need more than one.”

“I can manage that.” He laughed, and when she reluctantly sat up he handed her the mug, watching as she clutched it like her life depended on it.

“Thanks for coming to get me last night, I’m sorry.” She mumbled, between sips of coffee.

“Any time.” He reassured her, pausing for a second. “Are you going to tell me what happened now?”

She took a huge gulp of coffee, which was still burning hot, trying to avoid him for a second. She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks already. “It wasn’t him, it was me.” She mumbled.

“More words than that.” Lando prompted.

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, the half drunk mug of coffee dropping down to her lap and she stared at it to avoid his gaze. “We uh… me and my friends we were drinking and they were all talking about sex and I uh… I don’t know why but I told them I’d never… y’know… and I was so embarrassed. They all said I should just have a few drinks, find a guy on the dance floor and go home with him. Get it over and done with… so I did and he was really nice but I just got there and I panicked.” She blurted out.

“You’ve never… like with anyone?” He asked, the words tripping out of his much before he could stop himself. “Like ever?”

“Do you have to make me feel even worse?” She asked, burying her face in his shoulder. “It’s so fucking embarrassing. I don’t you to make it even worse.”

He was quiet for a long moment, still trying to process what she had just told him. Because how many nights had he laid awake when she’d been out all night trying not to think about some other man with his hands all over her body?

“You don’t need to do that with some random guy in a club.” He said softly. “You did the right thing… that’s not… it’s not something you do with a random stranger when you’re drunk, not the first time.”

“I’m sick of all my friends taking the piss out of me for it.” She mumbled, still too embarrassed to sit up and look at him. “Why not just get it over and done with.”

Lando inhaled sharply. “No, not like that.”

“Well have you got any better suggestions?” She asked sarcastically. “Because it’s pretty fucking hard to get past a second date when I then get all awkward and don’t know what to do. I’m going to die alone at this rate.”

“You’re twenty three.” Lando chuckled. “I don’t think you’re quite in the dying alone territory just yet.”

“You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes.

He was quiet for a long time. “I uh… if you’re sure you don’t want to wait… I could… you know… teach you.”

He held his breath as he said it. He’d almost certainly crossed a line and said something he couldn’t take back. But the idea of her doing that with some random guy in a club while she was drunk… he just couldn’t bear it.

There was a long pause, and just as he was about to start hurriedly back tracking and trying to claim that he had been joking she’d sat up and looked at him.

“I… you’d do that?” She asked curiously. “It doesn’t… like freak you out that I’ve never, you know… because you’ve….”

“If you call me a manwhore again I’m walking out.” He told her. “It was a very bad couple of months and I regret it.”

“Wasn’t going to say it.” She laughed. “But yeah you’ve… got experience.” Her lips twitched into a smirk again.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” He sighed.

“Probably not.” She agreed. “But really, it wouldn’t like… make things weird?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you going out and doing that with some random guy when you’re too drunk to know what you’re doing. If it’s what you want I can teach you… we’ll be fine.”

“Really?” She asked, sitting up a bit straighter.

He nodded. “If it’s what you want.”

She dragged her teeth along her bottom lip, looking over at him. “I want to do it.�� She nodded. She looked at him expectantly.

“Not right now… I’m going to go make some breakfast. You need to eat something and sleep off your hangover. We’ll talk properly later.”

She’d showered, changing into fresh pyjamas, and wandered out into the living room, taking the plate of waffles Lando offered to her before flopping down on the sofa. Lando had joined her not long after, flicking idly through Netflix for something to watch. She finished her food, put the plate on the coffee table and shifted around on the sofa to get comfortable.

Eventually Lando had got fed up with her fidgeting, grabbed her legs and pulled them into his lap. His hands resting on her shins, fingers running back and forth over the smooth skin of her legs. His eyes were fixed on the screen ahead, but she could see the way he kept glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Lando?” She said softly.

“Yeah?” He turned to look at her.

“I think… I think I’m ready for you to teach me.” She breathed, her heart already hammering in her chest with nerves.

He looked at her for a moment, and her stomach twisted nervously, thinking he was about to say no. That he’d had the realisation that he didn’t want to be with someone who had no idea what they were doing.

“Come here.” He said softly, and she sat up nervously.

His hands fell to her hips, sending a shiver down her spine, guiding her until she was straddling his thighs, knees bracketing his hips. Her face level with his.

“You okay?” He asked softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “We don’t have to do anything… if you change your mind at any point, you just tell me and we’ll stop.”

His hand trailed from her hair, down her cheek and collar bone leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips.

“I’m good.” She breathed.

“You’ll tell me?” He persisted. “You promise.”

“Promise.” She nodded.

“Good girl.” He said softly, hand making its way back up to cradle her jaw, moving his face closer to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed hers, slowly and gently to begin with, like he was just testing the waters.

His other hand splayed across her back, pulling her in closer to him until her chest was pressed against his, the kiss deepening and his tongue slipping into her mouth with a quiet groan.

The kisses were soft, unhurried and like he had all the time in the world. A million miles away from the guy she’d left the club with the night before. She didn’t have that same riding sense of panic that she’d had with the other guy. She didn’t know if it was because she was sober, or because it was Lando and she knew he’d never hurt her, but she felt safe as she leaned in and kissed him back enthusiastically, fingers twisting into the curls of his hair.

His hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her ass, giving it a squeeze that had a breathy moan escaping her mouth and catching her by surprise. The sound went straight through Lando, his cock already straining at his sweatpants and he couldn’t help but wonder if she could feel quite how hard he was already.

He reluctantly pulled away from her lips to catch his breath, tipping her head back and dragging his lips down her neck, teeth nipping at her skin and then soothing it with his lips.

“Lando, please…” she gasped out, she didn’t even really know what she was pleading with him to do. Anything. Something. Everything.

He let out a quiet hiss as her hips ground down into his. His hands grabbing her hips to keep her still. As his hands splayed across her thighs, his fingers toyed with the hem of her pyjama shorts, looking at her to try and gauge her reaction.

“Is this okay?” He asked, fingertips slipping just inside her shorts.

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Words, darling.” He reminded her.

“Touch me, please.” Her voice faltered with nerves. “I want you to touch me, Lando.” She repeated, sounding a bit more confident this time.

“Good girl.” He praised her softly. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts and panties, lifting her up enough that he could tug them both down her legs, leaving her sat in his lap completely bare, with a blush creeping up her neck. She buried her head in his neck, suddenly feeling incredibly explode.

“So pretty.” He said softly in her ear, fingers trailing teasingly up the inside of her thighs. “Don’t hide from me, you don’t need to be shy. You still okay?”

“Yeah.” She breathed. “I’m okay.”

“Relax.” He said softly. “You’re okay.” His hand crept higher up her thigh, fingers trailing softly through the slick mess between her thighs. He sucked in a breath as he realised how wet she was, trying to calm him self down as it felt like every drop of blood in his body rushed to his groin.

He dragged his fingers slowly back and forth between her folds, spreading her wetness, watching as her head tipped back and and her eyes fluttered closed. A quiet gasp escaping her as he applied a little more pressure.

He took it slowly, as much as he wanted to lose himself in her, letting her get used to it until her hips started twitching against his fingers, chasing a bit more friction. As she shifted on top of him, he let his thumb find her clit, pressing down on it with more pressure.

She folded over, hands on his shoulder and face buried in his neck, another gasp escaping her. “Oh my god… Lando….”

“Doing so good.” He praised. “So good for me.”

Her hips twitched again, her body reacting on instinct as she chased her high. He could feel her breath in short, sharp bursts against his neck. Feel the way her hips stuttered as she got closer. Could feel the way that her thighs were trembling around his.

A couple more flicks of his thumb against her clit and she was moaning our his name, muffled as she buried her face in his neck, hips jerking as she came.

He worked her through it, fingers slowing as she wriggled away from the over stimulation.

“You okay?” He asked as she tried to catch her breath.

“Fucking hell..” she panted, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “I’m good, I’m so good… we’re definitely doing that again.”

Lando laughed quietly. “Fine by me, darling.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “What about you… that doesn’t look comfortable.” She glanced down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Should I…?”

He caught her hand as it began to head toward his lap. As much as he wanted her to, he didn’t want to rush her. “That’s a lesson for another day.” He said softly, leaning in to give her another kiss. “Let’s do this slowly. No need to rush.”

[pompompurinwife]

like me back!

18. kiss it better ☆

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yn pov

taptaptap.

i make my way over to the window and slide it over. rin’s brought me a present this time.

i try to hide the satisfaction in my voice, but i think rin sees right through me, “flowers again? do you have a garden or something?”

with an outstretched arm, rin tells me to, “just take them.” then, he brushes off any excess debris off of himself, before perching himself on my bed like he’s done this a thousand times. i, on the other hand, keep my distance and lean against my desk across the room.

“so,” rin’s playful tone breaks the deafening silence, “are we just gonna keep staring at each other or what?”

i’m slightly annoyed at his attempt to make a joke given the circumstances. he cocks a brow at me, clearly trying to read my mind. i know i should be mad. i know i should be furious. i mean, come on. you get mixed signals for a few months, then you watch him kiss one of your closest friends? any girl with half a brain would dump him and move on. what kind of a fool would give him yet another chance?

i guess this makes me a fool.

i straighten up and cross my arms, trying to mask my emotions before replying, “you wanted to talk, so talk. i’m listening.”

i listen to rintaro as he tells me everything—exactly what happened, what his intentions were, and what his intentions weren’t. i can tell just from the sound of his voice how honest he is and how he truly never had bad intentions in the first place. he goes on and spares me no detail, but finally, and most importantly, he tells me how sorry he is about the entirety of the situation. he sounds so vulnerable, i almost think he’s about to cry.

how could anyone do this to such a sweet boy?

“are you still mad at me?”

“rintaro, i was never mad at you,” i pause and take a moment to stand up and make my way towards him, “i just never knew i meant so much to you. but i’m glad you told me.”

i move to stand directly in front of rintaro and cup my hands around his jaw to tilt his head up at me. i pretend not to notice the pink hue around his ears that definitely wasn’t there before. and i can almost feel the heat creeping up his neck and spreading across his face. we’re quiet like this for a bit.

rintaro gestures for me to step back so he can stand up. he advances towards me, while still keeping my hands around his neck, until the back of my legs hit the desk.

“it’s getting late, i should probably head home soon. but, yn, i need to know something… i need to know if i still have a chance with you.”

this makes me smile. i know i could say of course rin, you’ve always had me. i know i can tell him about how long i’ve waited to hear those words. but i don’t. because i can’t let him have me that easily. not after everything we’ve been through.

so instead, i pull his face towards mine and let him close the gap between our lips.

when i feel rintaro pull away i smile against his lips, “it’s a good thing you’re better at kissing than you are at communicating.” i pull back to look up at him and whisper, “keep it up and i might just make you mine.”

notes:

if you are confused ab the timeline it is around the end of november in the story!

i am LOVING how the story is gonna turn out!!!

muahahahhaa you guys probably thought it was gonna be super angsty

also i despise writing.... but i knew i had to write this chapter so i am sorry if it sucks LMAOO

also if you think yn forgave him too soon please look at this 🙏

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[pastellaspinkparadise]

part 2 to the siren fic plss, this time can he come up to us the next day and hes like "youre able to talk?" and we essentially gaslight him into thinking that he was so drunk that he hallucinated our voice and that we were just on call with him because he wanted to yap

then after that we go out dinking again a few months later and reader has to drive him home then he clutches onto us and begs us to help him with his boner so we give him a handjob and whisper dirty things into his ear then we gaslight him all over again that he was just drunk😋

anon you're a genius!

Wicked Games

synopsis. Last night was just a moment of weakness. Your voice was meant to be heard by no one. He just sounded so desperate, you couldn't help it. A siren like you can be so dangerous. Just one time, is what you kept telling yourself. Such a silly lie. pairing. Bottom! Male Character x Top! Siren Gender Neutral Reader. ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ nsfw, corruption, voice kink, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, car sex, semi-public sex, drinking, handjob, reader has a dark side, and god is it pretty,

pt.2 of the siren fic, here's pt.1

Imagine your favs!

You wake up from the best sleep you've had in months. Eyesight blurry and body needing a nice stretch. At first you didn't realize what exactly you had done last night, nor the consequences that it came with. But you do when you see him again, standing right at your front door in the morning.

The sound of your doorbell makes you jump out of bed. You panic, only half dressed and you haven't even brushed you're teeth. You don't know it's him and yet you plan for it to be anyways. Your mind races trying to come up with an excuse for what last night was.

It was you bewitching him, that's what it was. With no shame nor remorse either. It was an action from pure want and desire, desire to hear him crumble apart just from your voice. But you can't tell him that, he'll never look at you the same. So instead you continue to lie.

He was drunk... let's just go with that! You think to yourself.

Wasting no more time you open your front door to him. He looks nervous, ashamed almost. You let him in and he immediately plops down on your couch, twiddling his thumbs as if he's trying to figure out what to say.

"So um, I know this is sudden but... I think I'm going crazy..." He says, refusing to look at you, his eyes glued to the floor.

You sit next to him anyways, tapping his shoulder to suggest him to look at you. You decide to go with the lie, seeing just how far you can take it. When he finally looks at you, you shake your head with a confused look on your face that says:

"What do you mean?"

"I...uh... either I was drunk out of my mind or... a miracle happened and... I heard you speak last night..." His cheeks a slight tint of pink.

You smile, faking a laugh as you grab your phone. You open the notes app and type out a message.

"You were definitely drunk."

"Maybe I was... but it sounded so real..." His eyes dig into yours deeply, trying to find the real you. "It felt so real..."

"Having drunk dreams about me? I think you need to lay off the whiskey." You type out.

"S-shut up, I swear it felt real." He smiles. You smile back, cheering silently in the back of your mind.

"What did I sound like in your dream?" You ask.

"It's hard to describe..." He says shyly. "Soft but demanding, the perfect amount of rasp too. We'd all be done for if that was your real voice. I'd follow you to the edge of the earth and more."

Of course you would. You think inside of your head. Anyone would, because that's the kind of power you have.

"Soft but demanding huh...What exactly was I demanding?" You question, deciding to tease him knowing damn well what you were demanding last night. You're teasing makes him fidget, makes him blush red. His reaction makes that desire deep inside of you stronger. You could just make him yours forever, sing him a song and watch his thoughts slowly drain away. But you were better than that.

For now.

"N-nothing crazy! Just...stuff."

"What kinds of stuff?" You smirk, the glint in your eyes is dangerous. As if you're asking him to tread on thin ice.

"I um..." His bottom lip trembles and it takes all of your willpower to not just take him right here right now.

"I'm messing with you." You smile. "You should see your face right now, straight comedy."

"Shut up! You're such a tease." He playfully shoves you.

Before he came over you felt guilty, guilty for taking advantage of him like that. It was wrong, but it felt so right. You both have been pining over each other for years, too afraid to make the first move. It felt good to finally have someone as yours, completely yours even for just a night.

When he leaves and you see that look in his eyes you realize you're playing a dangerous game. Playing with the truth is such a wicked game.

But anything you say is the truth once it comes out of your mouth.

No can deny it.

The next time you see each other is two months later, you've been so busy with shows and writing new music, you've kinda locked yourself in. He thought a trip the bar would loosen you up, give you a nice break from work. And it does, when it's just you and him you enjoy yourself. It's as if everything around you disappears and only the two of you and your unsaid feelings remain.

They won't stay unsaid for long, especially with how obvious he's being. Placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as you walk out of the bar, drunkenly babbling on and on about how "cool you are" and how you deserve every fan you have.

"I mean it...you're so...awesome." His words slut together, maybe he had one two many glasses of whiskey yet again. You didn't drink much, you drove after all.

You shake your head and help him into the car.

Once you pull out and drive off he suddenly goes quiet, which is odd. The radio station plays one of your songs and his eyes light up. But there's still that pout on his face.

"Your voice would do this song so much justice. It was so... mesmerizing...and melodic..."

If you were actually mute you'd probably take offense to that, longing after a voice you could never have. But you weren't.

"Such a pretty voice...matches your pretty face..."

His boldness catches you off guard. You try your best to keep your eyes on the road, but you can see through your peripheral vision how much he squirms just thinking about you. His right hand squeezing his thigh for dear life, his eyes closed and head thrown back.

So damn needy.

"I wanna hear you again. Wanna hear you forever."

It was when you came up to a stop sign you noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Fuck I need you..." His right hand so close to his boner. Left hand gripping the arm rest for dear life. You didn't give in just yet, it was supposed to be just one time.

Just once.

This isn't right. But all ideas of right and wrong get thrown out of the window when he says.

"Please..."

You pull over into a empty parking lot with not a care in the world, if people see so fucking be it. You turn the music down, not completely but just enough to hear the instrumental.

"Tell me, how much you need me." You say and it sends shivers down his spine. His eyebrows furrow together and shaky sigh leaves his lips. His face screams pleasure and you haven't even touched him yet.

"So bad..."

"How bad? C'mon use your words like a good boy." His eyes roll back the second he hears good boy.

"So fucking bad, I'm fucking aching! It feels so good but it hurts." He whines, his left hand gripping the arm rest like it's life or death. He needs relief, he needs pleasure.

"Shhh, I understand baby... I know how to make you feel good." You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his boxers down until his hard cock is finally free. He whines softly from the cold touch of the air hitting it. "Just listen to the sound of my voice."

You sing the song playing on the radio, it's your song after all and he's right. The lyrics sound so much better coming from your sinful lips. It's so intoxicating, so arousing, desire seeps from every note. And he can't get enough of it.

Your voice mixed with your touch against his cock has him in heaven, and he never wants to come back down. As your hand glides up and down his hard length and your mouth sings those sinful lyrics he moans shamelessly. He's so far gone, his rolled back eyes can see there's not a single thought in that brain of his.

As the guitar solo plays you kiss down the column of his neck and back up again. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper,

"I've resisted doing this for so long...scared that you would hate me. Scared you would reject me. But deep down inside you're such a whore, hungry for my attention, thirsty for my praise." You bite down gently on his ear lobe and lick the shell. "I could whisper sweet nothings in your ear all night and it still wouldn't be enough would it?"

He shakes his head franticly, his hips beginning to thrust up into your hand, chasing more pleasure. "No!....It wouldn't!" He pants.

"Insatiable." You say before you kiss him, his lips slightly chapped and his tongue still riddled with the faint taste of whiskey. You drank his sounds, his whines, his moans, all of it. "You're so close aren't you?"

"Yes!" He begs as your thumb plays with the tip of his cock, gently pressing against the slit. "Oh god please... please let me cum!"

"Do it, cum for me." And he does, covering your hand in white as his body writhes in pleasure. He looks so good like this, all fucked out and obedient. You bring your lips to his ear again.

"Tomorrow, you'll remember this feeling. This feeling of euphoria. You'll remember feeling so good but you won't remember why. You'll just think you were drunk, playing with yourself to the thought of my voice. Except, you won't remember it was my voice, you won't remember it was me all along. Do you understand?"

He slowly nods his head, mind like putty in your fingers. "...Yes..."

"Good. Now sleep."

And he's lights out.

You smirk, not caring about the morality of what you've done. It's simple really, you won this wicked game.

He's yours.

this was fun lol. So evil, making him forget like that just to reel him in again.

[delilahsturniolo]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡ kook!reader helping pogue!chris get into a restricted area her family owns

you weren’t supposed to answer his call. you told yourself that after midsummers, you were done sneaking around. done with stolen moments on docks and kisses that felt too good to be a mistake. but here you are again, sitting in the driver’s seat of your own car, fingers tight around the steering wheel, as he leans in through the passenger window.

“you came,” chris says, a little surprised, a little smug.

“i shouldn’t have.”

“but you did.”

you glance away. “what do you need?” he slips a folded piece of paper into your lap. a map. your father’s property. a gated section of land near figure eight, one only certain people have the codes to access. “there’s something out there. we found old shipping records—” he pauses, catching himself rambling. “point is, i need in.”

you blink. “you want me to break into my family’s land for you?”

“technically, it’s your land too.”

“chris.”

“look. i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. and i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t think i could trust you.”

that stops you. because trust? you’re not sure you’ve earned that from anyone lately. you say nothing, just put the car in drive. you park outside the side entrance, the one barely anyone knows exists, and use the keypad. chris watches you the whole time, expression unreadable. when the gate slides open, he exhales slow like he didn’t actually believe you’d do it.

“you’re full of surprises,” he says. you walk ahead of him, trying not to let his voice sink too deep into your chest. “you’ve seen nothing yet.” you reach the storage barn, tucked behind old fencing and forgotten by most. your dad used to keep hunting gear here. now it’s mostly locked crates and old safes no one’s touched in years.

chris crouches by one of the floor panels, lifts it up like he knew it would be there. and under it? a rusted box. he breathes out a low, disbelieving laugh. “no fucking way.” you lean in. “that it?”

“yeah,” he mutters, brushing dirt off the top. “it’s one of them.” he doesn’t say what’s inside, just that it’s a clue. something to do with the wreck. but before you can ask more, shouting cuts through the trees.

“what the hell is this?!”

you both turn fast. john b. jj. pope, and kiara. standing at the fence, furious. someone must’ve followed you. jj stalks over first, eyes locked on chris. “you serious right now? you brought her?”

“jj—”

“you brought a kook onto a site?! our site? after everything?”

kiara looks at you with disgust. you glare back at her. “you brought her? really chris!? you can’t fucking trust her!” pope looks between you and chris like trying to solve a puzzle he hates the answer to. “man… this isn’t good.”

you step back instinctively, the shame already curling in your chest. “i didn’t tell anyone. i swear.” you mumble. “that’s not the point,” john b snaps. “what happens when her dad finds out? or caleb? you think they won’t come looking for us?”

“she’s not gonna say anything,” chris says, stepping slightly in front of you. jj scoffs. “oh, right. because she’s so loyal to us.”

“knowing her, she’s gonna say shit.” kiara crosses her arms. you feel yourself flush, embarrassed, angry, humiliated. you shouldn’t have come. this was a mistake. “whatever, fuck you all.” you mutter, turning to leave. “hey,” chris calls, grabbing your wrist before you can get far. “don’t.” his hand is warm. grounding. “i’m not your problem,” you say quietly, not looking at him. he doesn’t let go. “you’re not a problem.”

“tell your friends that.” he doesn’t answer. but you hear him argue when you keep walking. the kind of arguing that sounds like he’s choosing you, even when he doesn’t know how to say it yet.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: THE ANGST IS BUILDINGGGG

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I have some something wholesome with 007n7 like maybe the reader cooking for him? Please this man needs to be cared for and I’m tired of all the angst I’ve seen of him TwT

Yeah ngl it breaks my heart seeing all these angst posts I say as I like and reblog them

So here's some wholesomeness (there's angst regarding his backstory but it's sweet at the end I promise) <3

...............

The cabin was unusually quiet tonight.

Ever since Noli appeared in the Spectre's realm, everyone has been particularly on-edge as you all learned how to counter his threats. It made you wonder why he was chosen and who else the mastermind behind this torturous place could possibly summon...the idea that he could bring someone worse made you shiver.

The hallucinations were horrible, plaguing your minds with terrifying images of Noli's face and causing you all to turn on each other when a generator turned out to be fake.

Meanwhile, he'd laugh and laugh like everything was a show. A performance to entertain the sole audience member.

When it was finally over, you and the others were trying to come to terms with what happened, and it ended with most of them being angry at 007n7 for leading them to several fake generators.

Between his connections to c00lkidd and now Noli...things haven't been looking too good for him lately. But like always, he just sat there and took their words, unwilling to defend himself.

What was the point if none of them were going to believe him?

You hate seeing this kind of conflict, so you suggested that everybody went off and did their own thing for tonight. Just to cool down and not give The Spectre the satisfaction of seeing you all fighting.

Luckily, everyone agreed. 007n7 had disappeared at some point, not wanting to be in the cabin. And quite frankly...you didn't either.

So you set off for the outdoors, wanting to clear your head and try to catch a fish in the nearby lake. You were tired of pizza and all the other stuff in the pantry. It's not that you weren't grateful that you didn't need to worry about starving to death, but you wanted to do something for yourself...and for someone else in particular.

You turned out to be quite proficient with the fishing rod, as you caught yourself a tilapia big enough to feed two people. But in this case, there was only one person who you immediately thought of:

007n7.

You weren't sure how much he liked fish, although considering how he hardly ever ate--as Elliot is adamant about giving him pizza even for healing, and Shedletsky definitely wouldn't be sharing any chicken wings--you figured this would be a nice surprise and a comfort that reminded you both of home.

Yep, you two were together, long before being forsaken. And you helped him raise c00lkidd. Nobody else here knows, and unfortunately..you'd have to keep it that way until they could learn to trust the ex-hacker again.

You remembered all-too-well how difficult it was to trust him in the beginning, especially the night when he showed up to your home....where you almost slammed the door on his face out of fright.

Not because of the little red monster he was cradling, but because it was him--the notorious exploiter that the news, media, and your fellow Robloxians warned you to stay away from. The one who could bend the skybox to his will, set fires wherever he wanted, and took pleasure in others' misery.

All of that being said....you had no idea why he'd come groveling at your doorstep in the pouring rain, asking for your help with saving a life, rather than destroying one.

You didn't think there was a single humble bone in his body. You swore it had to be a trick or an impostor.

Before you could say no, you saw the desperation behind his glasses; the genuine worry he had for this abandoned child. You'll admit your heart melted when his black beady eyes gazed up at you, a tiny clawed hand reaching out from the swaddle he was wrapped in. He cooed, acting no different from a regular baby.

Initially, you only agreed to help 007n7 for the child's sake, not for his. You didn't like that he called him "c00lkidd", and you definitely didn't believe he'd give up exploiting for this.

But...that's exactly what he ended up doing.

You saw a drastic change in his personality as time went on. That cockiness and arrogance was nowhere to be found. He surrendered most of his dangerous GUI functions, his heart growing softer in the presence of c00lkidd--as well as you. You could tell that he truly felt guilty for all the terror he's caused in the past.

While he can't undo what he did, he was willing to become a better man.

So...you ended up staying with him, eventually dating as c00lkidd fully accepted you as his parent, always talking about how happy you made his "dad".

Of course, raising him wasn't always easy. At some point, he learned how to build his own GUI and nearly destroy Builder Brother's Pizza, leading to him and 007n7 getting blacklisted. You had no idea what even happened until Elliot came to deliver a pizza to your place, only to discover that you lived under the same roof as those "vandals".

He had no choice but to blacklist your name too, although he apologized for it.

You were angry, of course, thinking 007n7 was back to his old ways--but he promised he didn't even know c00lkidd went out and sabotaged the pizzeria.

In the end, you forgave him and tried explaining to your son how dangerous that was..and he felt bad, promising not to do it again.

After that, everything seemed perfectly fine...

Until the day he went missing.

That's when it all began to fall apart.

Neither of you have had any leads for months, and your fears that he had been kidnapped or killed consumed your nightmares for many weeks. But you tried to hold onto hope and cope the best you could given the circumstances.

007n7, on the other hand, was a completely inconsolable wreck.

Even when he tries to atone for his past mistakes, it ends up backfiring in the worst way imaginable. Like some higher being was telling him he didn't deserve happiness and should be rotting in the Banlands for what he's done.

One night, you found him ready to end his own life, slumped on the kitchen floor with a gun he acquired via a summon command. You grabbed the weapon and erased it from existence with your own hacks, before holding him in your arms as he sobbed, apologizing for being so weak, so cowardly, asking why you stayed.

You'd never dream of leaving him.

You don't recall what exactly happened after that, but at some point you two were forsaken, and you were relieved to remember each other after reuniting.

Unfortunately, it was bittersweet, as others appeared and recognized 007n7, shunning him right off the bat. For some reason Elliot forgot you were in a relationship with him, but he was suspicious of how "close" you two were despite your assurances that he hasn't hurt you, and that he's truly remorseful over everything he's done.

You hated that you had to hide this from all of them, wishing they'd stop treating him like he's on the same team as the killers. But with Noli now present in the realm, nothing was helping his case.

They'll chat with you and pretend he doesn't exist, even when he's standing right beside you.

Yet..what could you say? How could you defend him without being labeled as a bad guy, too?

Instead, you decided to focus on what you could do. And you ultimately decided to cook a fish dinner. Just a little something to remind him that you still cared and that you still loved him despite everything.

After dousing the fire and making up a plate, you admired its presentation for a few moments before heading up to the small cabin that became your home.

You knew 007n7 was inside, so you knocked. "Special delivery~"

The door creaked open, revealing the ex-hacker. "Hi, [y/n]." He rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses, smiling in relief when he realized it was you and nobody else. "I'm sorry you had to....."

It took him a second to notice the food, and he blinked, his heart skipping a beat or two. "Huh? Is...that all for me?"

"Only the best for my man." You chuckled, giving him a kiss on the cheek before inviting yourself inside. "I can't even begin to describe how long it took me to wrangle this motherfucker in." Setting the plate down on the small table, you huffed, pulling up a chair. "Eat up before it gets cold."

"This is...really sweet of you, honey. Thank you." He sat down, picking up the fork. But there was certain hesitancy in his eyes, as they stared at the fish, before shifting back to you, seeing you hop onto the bed without a care in the world.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't a tad bit jealous that, despite everything, your free spirited nature never left you.

You knew what he was, what he did to other Robloxians like you...and when he confessed to pressuring Noli into taking the Void Star, he thought for sure you'd leave him.

He felt like he didn't deserve to eat. He didn't deserve any of this. Not after what he's done and all the things he's kept from you about his ex-exploiter days.

But lucky for him, you were quite stubborn in achieving what you want--and if him eating this meal you caught and cooked for him is what you wanted, he'd feel even worse for refusing.

Still, he tested the waters.

"Are you....sure you don't want any of this?"

"07.." You stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"O-Okay! Okay!" His own eyes (and the eyes of the mini-Noob on his hat) turned white as he quickly focused back on eating, trying not to shovel everything in his mouth at once.

Content, you laid back on the bed and decided to look through one of the books you took from the main cabin. It was written in a language that didn't look like any that you were familiar with...but you tried your best to understand it anyways.

Without your phone, laptop, or other electronic devices...boredom between rounds found you quickly.

Several minutes later, you heard the clinking of a fork against a plate and saw that 007n7 was done. You smiled and sat up, closing the book. "Aaaaaand how was it?"

"It was...really good. Tastes exactly like home." He turned to you with a tiny smile. But it didn't reach his eyes, which still contained deep sadness within them. His shoulders sagged, burdened by heavy guilt. "You care for me too much, you know that?"

"Of course. Why would I ever stop caring?" You frowned slightly, watching as he sat beside you on the bed, fidgeting with his hands. "Look...I know they've been ganging up on you a lot lately, but-"

"But everything they've said was true. I'm the reason Noli got corrupted. I didn't think he'd remember me, but he did and...now everyone knows it's my fault.." A weary sigh left him. "Just like everything else..."

"Hey, I don't know shit about this "Void Star". But..it seems to me that neither of you knew what it was actually capable of." You took his hands into yours gently, while keeping a firm grip. "You were just messing around with something you believed was safe. Because you had admin abilities, you didn't think much of it. It shouldn't have been that easy for you guys to access to begin wi-"

"How can you say that like it's nothing?"

His breath hitched, and he looked up at you with a bit of frustration behind his watery eyes.

"How can you not be horrified that I...I turned him into a monster?? I-I've...I've kept so many secrets from you. I-I don't tell you a damn thing until it comes out, and still...you...you don't hate me? Y-You don't agree with what everyone else says??" His voice trembled, tears finally streaking down his cheeks. "You cook me food that I don't deserve. You don't shout at me or look at me with disgust. You don't think that...maybe all of this is karma coming back to get me for the pain I've caused? You don't think I...I-I deserve to be here more than-?"

"07, that's enough." Huffing, you wrapped your arms around his head, letting him lean into your chest. "In no way is any of this karma. We're all stuck here, and regardless of our past....we should be helping each other. I love you and I want to be here for you. Nothing you've done in the past or present will stop me from caring about you, alright? Any argument you try to make is just gonna fly right over my head. So...don't do that anymore. Please...I hate seeing you tear yourself down like this."

He just nodded, keeping his face buried in your sweater while he hugged your waist tightly, sniffling. "...I-I'm...sorry for being difficult. I love you so much. Thank you for being by my side..."

"I love you too, honey." You reaffirmed, kissing the top of the little noob head on his hat. It blushed, giving you a tiny smile. Its reaction made you smile too as you rubbed your partner's back, wanting to take advantage of this moment--before the Spectre decides to ruin it by sending you back into its death game.

007n7 relaxed into your arms more, ultimately giving up on the self depreciation talk for now and letting himself just...be held and loved and cared for.

Just like you did before all of this happened.

Before learning what Noli had become.

Before the pain of losing c00lkidd and finding out he's become a killer.

If anyone could give him hope that one day he'll escape the Spectre's clutches and rebuild his life as a good and honest man...

It was you.

[bookishdreamer28]

What it feels like

Mattheo Riddle x reader ♡

"Well look who it is. The little pixie of Hogwarts." I stopped in my tracks and sighed deeply. Not again. Not another day of hearing his annoying voice. His beautiful but annoying voice.

"Don't you have better things to do Riddle?" I asked him bluntly.

"Oh I definitely have but there's something funny bout you getting mad over my" he pushed his hair back "charms."

I almost laughed at how stupid he is.

"Charms? Oh don't make me laught this much Riddle it's too early for jokes. Especially your lame ones." I turned around and left for the potion class. Stupid Mattheo, with his stupid face and his ridiculously stupid but pretty smile. I hated the fact that I've been crushing on him for months.

___

Is he doing it on purpose? Has he made a bet? A deal? I tried to scrub of the very shiny glitter of my uniform but it was pointless. I happened to have to sit next to him in the class. If things were different, I would have been over the moon to be him but once he showed his true colors, the only thing he does is getting on my nerves.

"I hate him. I hate him so much." I mumbled under my breath and I threw away the scrubber and walked in the Ravenclaw common room.

"You're ok? I heard what happened in class." A friend of mine came up to me.

"No! It's never ok when stupid Riddle is in the middle of everything!" I angrily replied but then tried to calm down. "Sorry for exploding like this."

My friend smiled gently. "No worries. I know he bothers you a lot. Slytherins are not known for their "kindness"." She laughed and I smiled nodding.

"Anyway, I'll head upstairs. I'll talk to you later." I hugged her and went to our room, trying to asleep without thinking about his damn eyes, hair, hands. His damn everything.

I rolled over and hugged my pillow as I cursed to myself, knowing I was doomed.

___

Hogsmeade has always been my fave place in Hogwarts. It is the place where I can freely explore, try new things, get away from the chaotic and hectic school life which nonetheless, I have come to love either way. It's pure magic.

I was about leave Honeydukes when I pumped into a hard chest.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Next time try walk with your eyes open, pixie." Oh no. Just when I thought that I was having a good day.

"Riddle." I groaned.

"In flesh." He smirked.

"I don't have time for this." I walked passed him but he didn't let me go as he grabbed my wrist. Gently.

"You're leaving this early? Just when fun was about to begin? Come on sweetheart, I missed your company."

"We literally were together in class just before we headed outside."

"That's still took long for me." He blurted and I eyed him suspiciously. Like he was trying to trick me or something.

"I'm not your little plaything Riddle. To torture everytime you feel like it!" I freed my wrist from his grasp.

He frowned. "I never said that. You know that I'm only tea-"

"But your actions says otherwise." I took a step back and left him standing there with his friends.

"Seriously though, when will you stop with your teasing and say how you feel? You know she doesn't like-" Theo said.

"And how you know what she likes?" He sharply turned to look at his friend.

"I'm just saying-"

"Don't say a thing." He added and went inside the store, as he tried to get distrac himself by anything just to stop thinking about you.

___

I whimpered as I tried to get up but my leg was in an awful condition. Playing Quidditch was something I absolutely loved and hated at the same time. Loved because it was fun to fly around with broom and being with friends, but hated because only one person could ruin everything, including the game and he just did that. Mattheo had to come all the way to me with force and throw me from my broom. Just great. A strained angle and a sore body was exactly what I needed now.

"You're ok?! I got you, don't worry." Fred Weasley was right next to me, as he slowly and carefully placed his arms on my back and under my legs to lift me up. He has been there for me since I joined Hogwarts and he's a great friend. The same goes for his brother George too.

I whined at the movement.

"Thank you." I looked up at him. He smiled and looked down at me.

"No problem sweet girl. I was so worried when I watched hit the ground like this. I swear when I catch Riddle shove his damn broom all the way up his-"

"You got a big mouth for someone who lost yesterday Weasley." He comes the jerk himself.

"As if I care about that now. You could've harm worse if she was any higher you jerk!" Fred was fuming.

Mattheo clenched his hand and his face had turned dark. His expression was so cold, that made somehow scared of him for the first time. It's like he wasn't himself.

"It's a game. There's competition and these things happen in the field-"

"You mean things like ready to kill someone?!" Fred almost yelled.

"Fred, please let's just leave." I whispered close to his ear.

"Shit I'm sorry love. I'll get you straight to thw infirmary." Fred started walking again and as we passed by Mattheo I caught his stare on me. He looked worried for a moment but it immediately turned into an anger, and he strode through the corridors to leave. But I kept staring at him till he disappeared behind the corner of the wall.

...

It was night when I finally returned to my room, and laid back on the bed carefully, because too much movement made my body hurt. With the potions I got, I definitely felt better but I still needed recovery. When I rolled to my side to sleep, my eyes fell on a small envelope, and a small bouquet of flowers next to it and a small bottle of a red liquid. I grabbed the envelope and opened it, smiling as I read the letter.

~ Hey, I hope you're ok. I'm so sorry about what happened I'm- I just hope you'll recover fast and have you back on the field to kick asses. Like you always do. The small bottle you'll find along with the letter and the flowers, is for not feeling any pain. It'll help you recover fast.

With love ~

Fred must've left it. He was so caring and everything but I never made any thoughts of being anything more than friends. Even though he's boyfriend material for sure.

I closed my eyes as I fell into a nice sleep, dreaming about only one person.

___

It's been days since my accident in Quidditch and through these days I noticed how little I've seen Mattheo. Not that it boyhered me, quite the opposite actually. But it was like he wasn't being his usual annoying self. Well, I shouldn't care.

As I was heading to Transfiguration class, my eyes fell on Mattheo for the first time after days and felt my breath caught in my throat. He looked...drained. Exhausted and sad at the same time but all these went away for a moment when his eyes fell on me. There was longing in his eyes. He looked at the same I way I've been doing for months now secretly.

We just stood there, looking at each other.

He looked like he wanted to come to where I was standing and talk to me but all he did was grab his bag and walk passed me like I wasn't there.

I frowned and turned around to take one more look at him. What is up with him? And why do I care all of a sudden?!

___

"Wake up sleepy head! It's snowing!" My friend exclaimed excitedly and I hummed not really being in the mood to wake up yet.

"I'm heading to The Trree Broomsticks so if you ever decided to leave bed, you gon find me there." She blew me a kiss and left.

After an hour passed I was already making my way to the front door of Hogwarts when Enzo stopped me.

"Hey Y/N." His smile was warm, unlike someone's. Even though they're friends, I still try to understand how they got along from the beginning.

"Hey Enzo." I smiled back.

"So...how are you?" I raised a brow.

"Why are you being weird?!"

"Weird? Weird how? I'm only asking because I care." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah...anyway, I'm fine, since you asked." I smiled cheekily at him and he chuckled. To be honest he wasn't bad. I think he was the only from the slytherin team that was noce and calm. And a good friend.

"Am I interrupting something Enzo?" Mattheo came out of nowhere which startled me.

"Dude, what exactly are you? A vampire?!" Enzo said. Mattheo stayed quiet which was creepier. Enzo coughed and moved a bit away from my side.

"Come on, let's get going the others are waiting." Mattheo said and started walking away. Enzo gave me an apologetic smile and went to follow him. I stared at Mattheo for bit more, now fully realizing that he didn't even spared a glance at me. He didn't teased me. Nor he said all these stupid things about my hair or outfit or just say anything mean in general. I felt my heart heavy. I should be happy that now I wasn't his target, but for some odd reason...I want him to at least talk to me. Say anything.

___

I breathed in the fresh air up on the astronomy tower, and stared ahead where the view wad undeniably majestic. This place calmed me. There's something about the stars, the sky and the quirt up here that makes me want to stay for hours and hours.

Suddenly the door of the tower opened and revealed the last person I expected to see here. Mattheo stopped in his tracks for a moment and stared at me, but then it was like returned back to reality and closed the door so he can sit at corner away from the spot I was sitting.

I looked down at my lap, not being able to even look at him now. My heart was beating fast and I felt so stupid for letting him have this kind of effect on me.

I turned my head on his directions and admired the side of his profile. He looked conflicted and yet...at peace.

"Do I have something on my face, pixie?" This nickname. This nickname that I thought I hated but after I didn't hear him calling me that for days I admit that I missed it. I missed the way he calls me that.

"Um nope. No. Just..whatever." I murmured and stood from the ground. I leaned my elbows on the railings and stared ahead again. I could feel his state on me but I didn't dare look.

"Are you ok?" He suddenly asked.

"What-"

"I haven't had the chance to ask you myself after the accident and...I just want to know." He breathed out.

"I'm fine. I had a fast recovery and it's all thanks to Fred and the potion he gave me. It worked wonders after I left the infirmary." I added.

"Fred? What does Weasley had to do with anything?" He stood up.

"What? He helped me you know. He was there for mw to-"

"Fucking Weasley always getting in the way I see." He traveled his hand through his soft curls and I only stared.

"I don't you sometimes. You're treating me like shit, then you pretend you care, then you get made for no reason at all-"

"Oh I have a lot of reasons to go mad sweetheart." His voice rasped and he took a few steps closer to me. I chuckled in disbelief.

"This is ridiculous." I shook my head and wrnt to leave, but his hand around my arm stopped me.

"You know what's actually ridiculous?" He brought me closer to him. "That I had to spent days avoiding you just to stop myself for looking for you in every corner of this damn school. That I spent hours making this damn potion with the help of Mrs. Pomfrey because I had no idea what to do but I was desperate and wanted you to be healthy again. That I got upset whenever my friends had the chance to talk to you and make you smile in a way I couldn't. That I was a fucking coward for never picking up the courage to follow what my heart wants without putting any other obstacles in fron of me just to not make a fool of myself. Because in all fucking honesty, I'm not deserving of you." His breath was heavy as well as mine, an inch away from our lips touching and my body shook like I was about explode into fireworks.

"Mattheo, what- you were the one who wrote me this letter? And the potion?! why now? Why are you telling me all this now?"

"I realized that no matter what I do, no matter where I go and no matter how many times I'll try to deny it, my heart will only call your name. At first I had no idea what it was that I was feeling or why. But when I knew for sure, I stopped feeling scared to let this feeling consume. Let you consume me." His hand reluctantly reached for my face but stopped midair, like he was expecting for my ok. I carefully grabbed it myself and let it rest on my cheek. His hand was shaking a bit and he looked breathless for a moment.

"All this teasing. Was..."

"The only way I could express my...Love. I know that I was being a jerk and I can't begin to explain how I feel like I want a hole to open now and swallow me hole for even making you feel sad, eben for a second. But you if you want me just as much as I do, then I'm all yours."He admitted.

"I can't believe this happening right now." I whispered. He smiled slightly "Me neither." He rested his forehead on mine.

"I just want to stay like this for an eternity. With you, only with you like this." He mumbled and felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't help it. I wrapped mt arms around his neck and joined our lips into a kiss that almost brought us both to our knees.

"Oh my goodness." He murmured against my lips and kissed me fiercely. His arms found place on my waist and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We pulled apart for a moment just to make sure that this was real. That me and him were here together, kissing each other.

"You're like painting that came to life." He stared at me in awe. My cheeks flushed with color and I rested my head on his shoulder. He grinned and smoothed down my hair.

"You're so adorable. See, that's the reason I call you pixie. You're Hogwarts pretty and adorable fairy."

"Mattheo, I can't believe you're actually this sappy." He pecked my nose.

"Only with you. No one gets to see me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like a love struck loser whose in love with the girl of his dreams." He leaned closer to kiss my forehead. I giggled and then realized that he was still carrying me.

"Mattheo you can let me down now-"

"Nope. I love having you in arms. I've been dreaming of this for months let me cherish it." He kissed me again and I grinned in the kiss.

"I love you. So so so so so much." He was llacing kissed all over my face and I laughed.

"I can't believe you're saying these words. But just to let you know, I love you, Mattheo." We both grinned at each other and he hugged me tight, not wanting to let go. Ever again.

So this is what it feels like being in love and to be loved.

I must say I'm proud of this one!! Hope you enjoyed reading 🙌

[mrs-kmikaelson]

The Sweetest Thing

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, Derek Morgan x reader Summary: Hotch rereads the letter he wrote you. Warnings: just some silent pining, unspecified time but after s7 Words: 1.2K

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a/n: here is the letter! this gif only bugs me bc hotch is canon left-handed.

Hotch sat in his office, idly tapping his pen against his desk. He had a stack of papers lying there, waiting for his signature. I's to be dotted, T's to be crossed.

Matters that needed his attention were waiting. Yet his attention was drawn by what was happening in the bullpen.

You, laughing at something Morgan said. Your smile radiated across the room just the way he remembered. He'd almost forgotten what it looked like.

You smiled less around him, but that didn't mean you smiled less. If anything, you smiled more.

Morgan's back was turned to his office window, but he could imagine he was grinning back at you. He treated making you laugh like it was his duty; whenever he succeeded, he didn't even look satisfied. Just hungry, waiting for the next chance to do it again.

Hotch swallowed, looking back down at his desk. He had work to do.

But, like his hands had a mind of their own, he found himself opening the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a white envelope. The seal was broken. It had long since been opened.

Not by you.

He'd resigned himself to the fact that it would never be opened by you.

Slowly, he pulled the papers out the envelope and unfolded them. 

He didn't need to read it. He'd already memorized what it said and could recite it back word-for-word without any eidetic memory necessary, but there was something about seeing the words on the page.

His chest twisted as his eyes met black ink.

Dear Y/N,

I know you have many questions, but I want to start by stating how sorry I am. I don't know how much weight those words will hold, but I am sorry. By the time you receive this letter, I'll already be gone. Strauss asked me to lead an investigative task force in Pakistan; the order came from above her, and there was nothing we could do. You know firsthand the kind of scrutiny the BAU is under; we aren't in a position to make demands, not without compromising the team altogether. I didn't tell you because I knew you would've tried to fight it, but we couldn't. 

If I know you half as well as I think I do, then I know you're angry with me. I'm sorry for leaving, and I'm sorry for not saying anything. I couldn't tell you. What I can tell you is that I didn't make this decision lightly. I don't want to leave the team, nor do I want to leave Jack. Perhaps most of all, I dont want to leave you. I know you've been struggling these past few months. You don't ask for help nearly as much as you should, you shoulder everything by yourself, and I didn't want to add my absence as another thing for you to worry about.

You are the force holding this team together. You have held me together more times than I can count and more times than I have ever thanked you for. I can't quantify my gratitude in words. You have been by my side for nearly a decade, but I want you to know you are so much more to me than an assistant. I've left Morgan in charge of the team, and I want you to know that your position here will be upheld. I will be gone, but that doesn't mean you're going anywhere. You are an asset to the bureau and this team. Moreover, you are undoubtedly the reason I am still standing.

You are my right hand, my greatest confidant, and my best friend. I kick myself for bringing you to the BAU, for letting you witness the horrors you've seen, but you are the greatest decision I have ever made. I write that knowing you are more than a decision. Not a single inch of your success should be attributed to me. You are incredible, and you only have yourself to thank. I suppose that is why I fell for you. 

I agree that it is cruel for me to tell you any of this in a letter, but I couldn't leave without telling you, even if I lack the courage to tell you face to face. I love you, Y/N. I think I've been in love with you for longer than I've allowed myself to admit. I don't expect you to respond, but please talk to me when we get the chance. I'll call. I'm aware I don't deserve the courtesy of hearing your voice after denying you of an explanation, but please take this letter as a peace offering. 

I love you. Please take care of yourself.

Hotch

He dropped the letter onto his desk after he reread it twice. You didn't take his calls. He didn't blame you. You never even knew he asked.

He sighed, taking a glance out into the bullpen. You and Morgan were gone, back in your own offices. 

At some point, you'd knock on his door and drop off your files. You'd tell him which cases needed priority, which cases to keep an eye on, which cases had already been solved by local police. You'd even put the files down on his desk in that order. But you wouldn't stay longer than you had to.

If he was lucky, you'd ask about Jack; he could tell you a story, and he'd get to see your smile directed at him. It wasn't like you didn't speak to him. He didn't feel your anger simmering beneath the surface anymore, nor did he feel your endearment, or your indifference.

It just wasn't like before.

Just as he predicted, knocking sounded at his door. He didn't have time to get rid of the letter still on the desk before you opened it.

You didn't come in any farther, just sticking your head inside. "We have a case," you said, your tone clipped. Quick. Efficient. "I've e-mailed you the details."

He straightened his back, standing up. "Gather the team at the roundtable."

You nodded, leaving the room with the door open. You didn't look the desk once.

Hotch folded up the letter and put it back in the envelope, sliding open his drawer and tucking it away. You would never see that letter. He had to be okay with that. It was his job to be okay with that.

It was only fair to you.

When he walked into the conference room and saw Morgan's hand ghost across your back as he sat down, he knew it was only fair to you. The way your lips briefly curved up only proved it.

Your smile was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.

Life needs a little sweetness to it, you'd once said. You were right.

As long as Hotch could keep your sweetness in his life, he would be okay with letting true words sit in a drawer in his office. As long as you were happy.

Even if you were happy with someone else.

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[strwbrrymo0on]

Coatroom Confessionals

[exhusband!Zayne x reader · exes to enemies to exes with benefits to who tf knows]

A year of silence, and now he wants to talk? Too little, too late....right?

Synopsis: It’s been 365 days since you last spoke. Now you're at his parents’ event. He’s drunk. You're cornered. One coatroom. One history. One mistake waiting to happen again.

Word count: 3.2k

Content Warnings: MDNI, ex-husband Zayne, reader owns a café, coatroom scene, angst, nsfw, arguing as foreplay, past cheating (not what you think), softdom!Zayne, protective ex, you looked too good and he snapped, he's still wearing the ring, bad decisions, good sex, hurt/comfort, emotional, second chances are messy, The author is angsty today.

Crossposted on AO3

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“In and out, that's it.”

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves.

“I just go, shake hands, eat some food, and leave.”

You stomped out the cigarette you had bummed from someone outside the convention hall. Hoping it would relax you, all it did was make you cough yourself into a mini panic attack.

When Mrs. Li had sent you an invitation to hers and Mr. Li's 50th anniversary, you had called her back to make sure it wasn’t a mistake. You and her son had been divorced for just shy of a year, so you assumed she must have sent the invites before that.

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. And although you and Zayne weren’t together anymore, she still wanted to keep a relationship with you. And you did– spending many Saturdays with her at the pottery club she had encouraged you to join.

So why were you nervous about going into the building?

Well, Zayne, of course. After that final shouting match, he never reached out or tried to speak to you. Even during the divorce proceedings, only his lawyer, Greyson, showed up in his place. So technically, you haven’t seen him in a year.

So what do you do when your ex-husband– who didn’t deny his infidelity– is going to be at the same party as you?

You put on the sexiest dress you can find, strut into the building in your most precariously high heels, and ignore him all night!

Right?!

Right…

Well, it sounds good in writing, but now that you’re outside…

You hadn’t accounted for your emotions in the whole plan.

An overlooked variable.

Pulling the hem of your suddenly-too-short dress down for some semblance of modesty, you pushed the door open.

Everything about the venue screamed Mrs. Li– elegant, timeless, and heavy on the floral.

You grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing tray, scanning the crowd for the happy couple.

Spotting them chatting with another older couple near the stage, you walked slowly toward them. Your shoes slipped on the smooth floor, and you cursed Louboutin's French ass for making stilts that needed waivers to wear.

“Do you need any help?” a smooth voice to your left asked, extending a hand for support.

Greyson.

“Hi, Greyson. How’ve you been?”

Despite him being Zayne’s chariot driver for the entire divorce, he was a kind man and had even helped you get a fair split of everything. With his adorable daughter and lovely wife, Tara, regularly checking in on you, it was hard to hate the man just based on who he was associated with.

“I’ve been doing really well! You know Amelie started ballet last week! I haven’t gotten a chance to see her yet, but they only let one parent watch, so it’s not–”

He escorted you toward the stage, chattering about his daughter. You only half listened because Tara had already filled you in.

“Ah, Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it!” Mrs. Li embraced you. Mr. Li gave you an even tighter one– one degree short of a bear hug.

“How’s the business, my daughter?”

He had been calling you his daughter since you and Zayne had started dating back in university. And even after the divorce, he hadn’t changed it– pulling you aside after the news of the split broke out to tell you how you would always be his daughter.

“It’s going fine. The last quarter has been pretty decent.”

“Oh, stop being modest!” Greyson leaned in toward Mr. Li. “I was just in her café last week– it was so busy, it took forever to order anything!”

“That’s because you’re supposed to order it online or through the kiosks!” You giggled.

“Oh. Well, what if I want to talk to a person?”

“You should be used to being around robots.” You laughed alone, the joke landing flat.

The Lis were suddenly looking at their shoes, and Greyson was bobbing the olive up and down in his glass nervously.

It didn’t take a meteorologist to realize that the Iceman 3000 was behind you.

You didn’t look at him, though.

You didn’t want to see him.

You weren’t ready to see him.

No. Not after he ghosted you when you called him out on his bullshit. Not after he didn’t deny having relations with that stupid childhood friend of his.

No. Fuck him.

“Greyson, would you be so kind as to escort me to my table?”

He nodded, glancing behind you briefly.

You patted Mr. and Mrs. Li’s shoulders. “If we don’t get to talk later, I’ll see you Saturday! And congratulations!”

You didn’t wait for them, taking Greyson’s hand as he led you to table seven.

“I really dislike how he ended things,” Greyson muttered. “And I know he’s my friend and client, but it just shocks me that he keeps saying one thing and doing the opposite.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Around a year. I haven’t seen or spoken to him at all in that time.”

“That’s what I mean.” He pulled out a chair for you and sat beside you. “The whole time he’s been avoiding you, he’s been telling me– no, whining to me– about wanting to see you.”

“Well, that’s news to me.” You shook your head in disbelief, trying to ignore the icy stare you could feel on the back of your neck. “I’m surprised he’s even thinking of me. Doesn’t he have that chick to occupy him?”

“Oh, Y/n, you don’t want to know the half of it. That woman is calling me every day, asking about him. It’s nuts. I don’t have the heart to block her, but Tara said she’s technically a spam caller now.”

“Wait– what do you mean? That woman? The one he cheated on me with? His friend is calling you?”

“Apparently, he cut her off right after the divorce. But she heard you were coming tonight and has been trying to get back with him.”

“Good. They deserve each other.”

Tired of the subject, you fiddled with the mini mandarin duck figurines on the table, making them act out a silent fight. One toppled over beak-first, and you repositioned it with exaggerated care.

Greyson understood and moved on, trying to flag down a waiter.

“Where’d they all go? Hello? He’s not even looking this way!” He scoffed. “I’ll be back, Y/n. Do you want anything?”

“A lobotomy?”

“I’m afraid they only have the cheap versions of that.”

“Fine, just get me the girliest drink on the menu.”

“Roger that.” With a wink, he disappeared into the crowd.

You took a moment to sip the rest of your forgotten champagne. The bubbles were warm, but you drank it anyway.

Feedback sounded, and you looked back to see Mr. Li getting ready to address everyone.

He tapped the mic gently, clearing his throat in that familiar, exaggerated way he always did when speaking in public– a showman to the end.

“Good evening, friends and family. Today marks fifty years of love, compromise, and the occasional burnt dinner…”

The crowd laughed.

You tried to focus on the speech. Really, you did.

But all you could feel was that oppressive weight lingering somewhere behind you– Zayne’s presence pressing like a storm cloud, even when you couldn’t see him.

Especially when you couldn’t see him.

As the crowd clapped for the happy couple, you smiled politely, excused yourself from the table, and made your way toward the far side of the ballroom. You peeled your shoes off the second you hit the carpet, the relief almost euphoric. Your feet were already feeling blistered and you weren’t about to limp around like a broken deer in front of your ex.

Lou's in one hand, you walked over to the desert table, perusing the selections, trying to rush through the evening.

You couldn't see Greyson anywhere to ask if he wanted anything, so you just helped yourself, setting one of the small plates down so you can put stuff on it.

“Any more sweetness and you'd give me a tooth ache.”

You turn towards the voice and see a strange man standing a little too close to you.

“Uh. Yeah.” Laughing nervously, you added some of the pastries on your dish, hoping he'd go away.

“Aren't you y/n? If you need to get back in the Li family, I'm in the market for a wife.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“You want to be my wife?” He stepped closer, “We don't have to have kids for you to call me Daddy.”

“Ew, what the-” you almost deck the guy with your shoes, but Zayne already knocked the guy to the ground before you could turn around.

The guy landed with a thud, stunned on the floor, blinking up at Zayne, who was towering over him.

“Zayne! What the hell man!”

“Leave. Now.”

“Damn, okay, fucking crazy bastard.” He said as he got up and limped away.

A whole year. A whole fucking year you didn't see him. And there he was. The noise of the crowd reduced to a hum, like you were just flashbanged.

His tie was askew and he looked a bit more tired than you remembered. He was glowering at you. The murmurs of the crowd refocused.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

He straightened his cuffs out.

“He was trying to touch you.” he said matter-of-factly.

“I had it under control. And I don't need you to come and rescue me, I'm not your problem anymore, remember?” You discarded the plate you were holding.

“You sympathize with creeps who proposition you now? I had to put him in his place.”

“At your parent's thing, yeah, sounds like a very well thought out action. Just stay out of my way. And stop fucking looking at me, you think I don’t notice?”

Pushing past him, you don't wait for an answer. You needed to get out of there. The embarrassment was enough to tell you the night was over.

Storming to the coatroom, you tried to look for your coat through the tears brimming your eyes.

That fucking jerk. How dare he. Why does he suddenly care what I'm doing with my life? Where is my stupid jacket?

The coatroom door clicked softly shut behind you.

You spin around and see Zayne leaning on the door.

“Now what? Just leave me alone.”

“I want to talk to you.”

That pisses you off.

“Oh? Now you want to talk? You had a whole year to do that, buddy. Three hundred and sixty-five days of nothing. No contact–"

“It was three hundred and seventy-two.”

“What?”

“It has been three hundred and seventy-two days since we last spoke.”

“Oh well, I'm glad one of us is keeping track.” You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, resuming your jacket hunt.

“Y/n..”

You could hear him step closer but you don't look back. You can already feel your body betraying you the longer you spend time around him.

Where is my freaking coat?

“Y/n, look at me.”

“No. Why are you suddenly changing your tune? Go back to that hussy and leave me alone.”

“I don't want her. I never did. She meant nothing to me.”

“And yet you stuck your dick in her? Nice to know I'm fucking less than nothing.”

Fucker.

“That's not what I mean. And you left without letting me explain anything to you.”

He moved forward.

You whipped around furiously. “Explain what? How you were inside someone else? I didn’t need a fucking graph, Zayne. Just a simple yes or no would have sufficed. And you stopped talking to me. I asked you about it and you didn't say anything. You let me walk away.”

“I thought it'd be better for you if I just let you move on.” his jaw clenched.

“Move on? Yeah it's not fucking easy to move on when you have shit left unanswered. You ignored me. You had your lawyer show up to everything. You didn't even have the fucking decency to be in the same room when we–” you cut yourself off, your voice starting to crack.

He stepped forward again, and you instinctively backed up into the coats lining the wall. You could smell the whiskey coming from him.

“I thought if I stayed away, it would be easier for you to move on, for you to hate me.”

“Don't try and spin this like some noble sacrifice–”

“I didn't sleep with her.”

“Stop lying to me–”

“I was helping her brother with his business and she tried to throw herself at me.”

“Fucking bullshit–”

“I’m telling you the truth.”

“If that's the truth, then why the hell did you let me believe something else. Why did you keep silent when I asked you if something was going on between you two? Why is she harassing Greyson because she thinks I'm in the picture again? The only reason someone would be that crazy is over some good dick.” you were shaking now, hands curled around someone's fur coat behind you.

Zayne tried to reach for you, but you swatted his hand away.

“I was trying to clarify things, but I froze. I couldn't tell you about what I was doing because I had promised Caleb and I didn't want my parents to find out . He was in a bad spot, and I was helping him repay his debts. I didn’t need that getting back to my parents–”

“So you blew up our marriage–no, you let our marriage blow up because of your friend's debt?” You were done. The truth was starting to be more painful than the lies.

He flinched.

You saw it. The barely perceptible twitch in his jaw, the way his gaze faltered before it hardened again. But the damage was done. Your voice echoed off the walls of the coatroom like a slap.

“I didn’t think it would cost us,” he said quietly. “I thought I could fix it fast, handle it, and then come clean. But I was already screwing things up by then, and I didn’t know how to fix everything at once.”

Your laugh was hollow. “So you fixed nothing instead.”

He nodded once. “Yes. I panicked. And I let you go because I thought I’d already lost you.”

“That’s such bullshit, Zayne.” You shoved your hands against his chest, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to rock him back a step. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to disappear and then reappear like some tragic romantic hero. This isn’t a fucking movie. You left me in pieces.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I had to pretend I was okay while my world burned down. You weren’t there when I sobbed in the café freezer because I couldn’t cry in front of my staff. You weren’t there when I gave Mrs. Li back the casserole dish and smiled like I wasn’t dying inside. You don’t get to miss me now.”

His hands were trembling at his sides.

“Why are you even here?” you asked, voice softer now. Tired. “Why did you follow me in here?”

He looked at you, eyes glassy. “Because I can't keep pretending I don’t want you.”

You stared at him.

“I tried moving on. I tried pretending like I hated you. I let you believe the worst of me because I thought I deserved it. But every day since, I’ve woken up missing you so badly it made my chest ache.”

“Stop.”

“No.”

He took another step forward. You didn’t back up this time.

“I miss the way you talk to your plants when you water them. I miss the way you steal all the hot water and pretend it was the pipes. I miss the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard.”

Your hands clenched at your sides, nails biting into your palms.

“And I miss your mouth,” he said, voice dropping. “I miss your hands. I miss how you touched me– like you knew me. Like I was yours.”

The silence between you both was thick, vibrating.

“I still dream about you,” he said, stepping even closer. “And I wake up fucking furious because you’re not there.”

“Zayne...”

His hand reached out, slowly, carefully, and hovered just above your waist. “If you want me to stop, say the word.”

Your breath was shaky. “You don’t get to just fix this.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But I can feel you shaking, and it’s not from anger anymore.”

Your eyes fluttered shut when his fingers ghosted over your hip. The contact lit a fuse in your spine.

You didn’t want it.

You wanted it too much.

“You have no idea how much I hated you,” you murmured.

“Good,” he said, drawing you in. “Because that means you loved me just as much.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he kissed you.

There was nothing soft about it. It was rough and aching and full of everything you couldn’t say. His hands cupped your jaw, thumbs brushing your cheeks as his tongue slid against yours.

You broke the kiss first, gasping for breath. “We shouldn’t– ”

“I know,” he panted.

But his hands were already under your dress, fingers sliding up your thighs like he still owned them. You cursed yourself as your hips rocked forward into his touch.

“You’re drunk,” you whispered.

“Not drunk enough to forget this.”

Your head hit the coats behind you as his mouth dropped to your neck, teeth grazing your skin like punishment. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

His fingers found your underwear and pushed them aside like muscle memory. “Still so fucking warm for me,” he rasped against your ear.

“Zayne–” you half-whimpered, half-scolded.

He slid two fingers in– slow, intentional– and your hands flew to his shoulders when he curled them.

“Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again, harder this time, nails digging into his suit jacket.

And just like that, the dam broke.

He turned you around, pressing you into the coats, pulling your hips back toward him. You heard the rustle of his belt, the zip of his pants. The coatroom was dim, but you didn’t need to see– you remembered everything.

The first thrust knocked the air out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from yelping too loudly.

He gripped your hips like he’d been starving for this, every movement punishing and perfect. You could feel the desperation in him, the guilt, the grief, the love he never gave voice to.

“Still mine,” he growled in your ear. “Say it.”

“No–” you gasped.

He angled his hips just right.

You choked on your breath. “Zayne.”

“Say it.”

You didn’t answer.

He thrust again, slower this time, dragging it out.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasped. “I hate you but I’m yours.”

He groaned like it hurt.

You came first, shaking against the wall of coats, mouth bitten raw from keeping quiet. He followed soon after, still buried in you, his hands trembling as he kissed the back of your neck.

For a long time, neither of you said anything.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered.

Then softly, like a confession–

You stared at the coat in front of you, barely breathing.

“Then don’t make it worse,” you said. “Just…don’t lie to me again.”

He kissed the crown of your head.

Thanks for reading <3

“No more lies.”

✦ STRWBRRY'S BULLETS

[wolfishly-charming]

The wolf crossed his arms and pouted some more. "Just because I like to express myself with certain elegance, doesn't mean I talk like an old man," he stated with a hint of pride, although at this point he was pretty much just bickering with Hugo out of habit. Simply put, he enjoyed it. The banter has always been a big part of their relationship. It was a proof they were close again.

...

"I trust you," he replied without any hesistation, looking up, straight into Hugo's eyes. That certainly wasn't the problem here. Still, Lycaon kept glancing back at his prosthetics with ears pinned back and worry on his face. Even his breathing was becoming kind of shallow and rapid... he seemed to be on the verge of having a panic attack, something Hugo hasn't had an opportunity to observe in his lover before.

"Could you... do it in the same room I'm in...?" he finally gathered the courage to ask, unable to look up this time. He seemed... shy...? Embarrassed even. He felt like he was being silly and unreasnable. He absolutely didn't mind Hugo doing the maintenance for him... it was a very sweet gesture, and the thiren appreciated it a lot. If there was one person in the world, that Lycaon would willingly entrust this task to, it was Hugo. There was just... this heavy and unbearable anxiety in him, the fear of something unexpected happening out of a sudden and the absolute helplessness he would feel in the face of it, if he couldn't immediately put his legs back on. He needed to know they are close.

The puppy tugged at the corner of Hugo's bathrobe pleadingly and finally looked at him again. There was trust and love and anticipation in his gaze, and it seemed like he was ready to calm down completely, as soon as this one wish of his was granted.

He woke up a little bit earlier than his partner and chose to stay quiet and just admire his sleepy frame for a bit.

Moments of tranquility like this are to be cherished after all.

The sleep he had with the thiren next to him was the best one he had in ages,even his eye bags didn't look as pronounced, yet he could not forget the tears the other man shed last night. Logically he knew those were tears of happiness, and at the same time he couldn't believe he deserved such a privilege.

Alas that's for caffeinated him to think about, for now he should wake up his partner so the other man has enough time to do his morning routine properly.

So he starts simple by booping the thiren's nose, followed by a small laugh at the silly face he made in his sleep "Wake up sleepy head, you don't want to be late now do you?" - @crowned-by-thorns

Everyone knew that Von Lycaon was the most diligent man. Every day, without fail, he woke up early to prepare himself for work by performing a thorough morning routine, thanks to which he always maintained his perfect, spotless and elegant appearence. He would also make a healthy breakfast for himself and everyone else at Victoria Housekeeping before any of them even woke up.

But Hugo was aware of one little secret.

That, in fact, Lycaon was never an early bird.

Right now, the wolf thiren was snoozing very peacefully, without a bother in a world. His breathing was slow and steady... until his nose was booped, to which he responded by wrinkling his muzzle, pricking up his ears and moving his head back a little. He even let out the cutest little whimper, which was hard to believe that a man as big as him could even produce.

He didn't even open his eye, just wriggled around on the bed for a bit, adjusted his grip on Hugo, by wrapping his arm over him more tightly, then laid his head on the other man's chest and stayed like that. "Mmffffivemoreminutes..." he only mumbled, ready to fall asleep again.

[snnowwpheenix]

how the Jujutsu Kaisen men react when their kid comes home out of breath, flustered, and panicking with a wide-eyed, “I kissed her!”

Gojo Satoru

“...AWWWW!” Gojo's face lights up like a kid at a candy store. He clutches his chest like he's witnessing a coming-of-age movie in real-time. “Wait—did she kiss you back?! Were there fireworks? Was it under the moonlight??” His kid: “Dad—PLEASE—stop talking—I'm dying.” He takes a selfie to commemorate the moment and probably tells Shoko about it within five minutes.

Geto Suguru

Smiles softly, calm and collected. “That’s a big step. Are you okay?” Talks them through their flustered panic, listens patiently, and helps them process. “Was it something you wanted? Did it feel right?” A+ emotionally intelligent dad. He might tease a little later, but only when they’re calm again. Ends with: “You handled that moment with heart. I’m proud of you.”

Sukuna (separate from Yuji)

“…You what?” Raises a brow, sips his drink like it’s tea, and mutters, “Tch. So soon, huh.” Pretends to be annoyed and gruff, but deep down? Weirdly proud. “At least you had the guts to go for it. Don’t get too soft, though.” Also threatens anyone who dares to break their kid’s heart, all without blinking.

Nanami Kento

Pushes up his glasses slowly. “…That explains the panic.” Sits them down calmly and listens. He’s more focused on their emotional state than the drama. “Was it consensual? Mutual? Do you feel okay about it?” Gives lowkey therapist vibes. Ends it with: “If you’re panicking because you care, that’s not a bad thing. It means you’re taking it seriously.”

Toji Fushiguro

“…Pfft.” Totally amused. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.” Teases them relentlessly, ruffling their hair. But then his tone gets quieter, more sincere. “You alright, though? It’s okay to freak out—it’s your first.” Secretly proud. Will 100% threaten the other kid jokingly. (Kinda.)

Yuji Itadori

“W-WHAAAAT?!” He’s more flustered than the kid. Practically choking on air. “DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH? WAS IT OKAY? DO YOU NEED ICE??” The kid: “WHY WOULD I NEED ICE?!” In the end, they sit on the couch, both spiraling, both hugging. Eventually, Yuji smiles wide. “You’re growing up. Just promise to tell me when you get your heart broken, okay? So I can buy ice cream.”

Megumi Fushiguro

“…Huh.” Blink. Blink. He’s too emotionally repressed to react with drama, but you can see the mental crisis happening silently. “Okay. Uh… congrats? Are you okay?” Kind of awkward, but he’s trying. He listens, offers water, and sits with them quietly. Ends up texting Yuji: “It happened. Help.”

Choso Kamo

“You kissed someone?” Immediate protective big-brother energy kicks in. But once he sees how red and overwhelmed his kid is, he crouches down and gently says, “Take a breath. You’re safe. Talk to me.” He’s deeply patient, and might even share his own awkward story to make them feel better. “Firsts are scary. Doesn’t mean they’re wrong.” Then makes sure they know they can always come to him.

Yaga Masamichi

Raises an eyebrow like a concerned principal. “That serious, huh?” He’s firm but kind, listens to the panic first, then checks in. “You didn’t pressure anyone, right? And you’re feeling okay about it?” Takes a deep breath. “I’m proud of you for telling me. That takes courage.” Panda’s in the corner clapping.

Toge Inumaki

Eyes wide. Cautiously signs: “Surprised.” “Okay?” “Need water?” Gently guides them to sit down, listens with big brother energy. He lets them ramble while offering comforting nods and pats. Later writes on a whiteboard: “Love is scary. But brave.” Smiles. “Proud.”

Aoi Todo

“LET’S GOOOO!” Cheers like they just won nationals. “Was she your type?! Tall? Cool? HUH?!” Way too hyped. Does a whole handshake with them even if they’re too flustered to function. But then: “Jokes aside—good job, kid. Be respectful. Be honest. And if anyone hurts you… I’ve got muscles for days.”

Yuta Okkotsu

“Wait—you—oh wow.” He blushes for them. “You kissed her? Like… really kissed?” Turns into a stammering mess but gets serious when he sees their panic. “Hey, hey—it’s okay. Just breathe.” Listens gently, then quietly says, “I’m really proud of you. You did something scary and honest. That’s brave.” Hugs them gently.

Ino Takuma

“Wait wait wait—back up. YOU KISSED SOMEONE?!” Immediately overdramatic. “Are you okay? Was it awkward? Are you gonna faint?” He’s flailing around while the kid’s already halfway to passing out. Eventually plops on the floor with them. “Honestly? You’re cooler than I ever was.” Laughs and adds, “You’re gonna be fine. But like—text them back. Don’t ghost after your first kiss. That’s illegal.”

[goodolddumbbanana]

Moon: I'm a parasite. I'm awful and a killer. I'm good for nothing, only worth for my science, Sun.

Sun: Proceed to never say anything topic related to how Moon used to be, always cheer Moon up and praise Moon how good brother he is.

Also Moon: YEAH!!! FIX MY SHIT LIKE HOW YOU ALWAYS DO, SUN!!!! (*Hit Sun to prove a point*)

A part of fandom: Sun should show more empathy towards Moon!!! Look at him!!! How dare Sun to snap back at Moon when Moon just hit him???? Omg Sun is a terrible person. No I understand Moon shouldn't do that but also HOW DARE SUN DO THAT TO LITTLE MOONIE????

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Moon: I hate Eclipse so much. I hate Killcode so much. I lose my mind because of them. I don't like talking about Bloodmoon or July's 16th

Sun: Never blame Moon for what ever happened during Killcode influence or how Eclipse is literally Moon's fault. Try his best to be happy despite the fact he was devastated because the children blood on his hand and if Sun gets upset that would make Moon annoying.

Also Moon: You are murderer, Sun!!! Eclipse might kill people but the blood on your hand!!!!! You dare lying to me about killing BM, how dare you!!!! I will say something unforgivable despite the fact I know you very feel guilty about it and lock you alone with your thoughts and get you feel guilty about the person you kill!!!!!

Some part of the fandom: OMG HOW DARE SUN SAY SCREW OFF WITH MOON AGAIN!!!! HOW DARE SUN TO RUNWAY, TO TALK BACK TO MOON LIKE THAT!!!! SOMEONE COMFORT THAT POOR BOY MOON. Sun is totally in the wrong for just acting asshole to Moon, so unfair.

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Moon: Both of us suffer because The Creator is an asshole that fuses us together. I am trapped inside the Sun head and locked all my emotions away because of the stress. I'm always feeling guilty because I hurt Sun.

Sun: know it and always remind Moon that he forgives moon for that.

Also Moon: Using this as an excuse every time he lashes on Sun and how he refuses to be better for Sun. Also the one torment Sun for years.

Some part of the fandom: Omg Sun looked Moon inside his head!!!! It was Sun fault Killcode active!!!! Sun so selfish lol!!!!

---- (alot and alot happen)

Moon: I hate Nexus and how he is just a clone of me.

Sun: Know it and never bring Nexus up.

Also Moon: Using Nexus emo jokes every time, insults Nexus, while knowingly so well that Sun still loves and misses him.

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Moon: I promise I will change. I will be better, I will not hide things or lashes out on you anymore. I respect and think of you as a person Sun.

Sun: Trust Moon, tell Moon everything, forgive and let him stay near ( even Terra, the one who is very kind, couldn't do that to Cosmos )

Also Moon: left Sun the moment he needs him most, twice. Using Sun's vulnerable against Sun again multiple times. Hiding thing from SUN despite the promises and being so nonchalant about it because well, he has REASON

Sun: finally put up with Moon and let Moon taste his own medicine

Some of the fandom: both of them are wrong but I like Moon more so Sun is more wrong and Sun shouldn't do that for the poor Moon.

...

Some other guys in the fandom: YESSSS SUN SHOULD TOTALLY DO WORSE!!!!! HE SHOULD YELL AT MOON FACE!!! ABOUT NEXUS AND JONATHAN!!!!!

The other parts: It is so unfair for Moon!!! It will go too far!!!! Moon deserves better!!! He just doesn't understand emotions!!!! Poor him!!!! Sun needs to share things with Moon logically!!! Totally Moon wouldn't bring Dazzle or Nexus excuse on Sun face again!!!!

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And yet New Moon was born later and still knows better about common sense than Moon.

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It's just a rant and I'm still amazed how people still see how Sun and Moon act and still defend Moon like Moon a little baby doesn't understand emotions while he is literally the therapist of the group back then and helps even more people than the Sun.

And Sun the bad guy.

[writing-disability-with-cy]

[ID: An illustration of a red basketball wheelchair with a tall frame, low backrest and slanted wheels, sitting in front of an orange background. White text beside the chair reads: "Disability tropes: Sporting mobility aids as all-purpose ones"]

A visual trope I've noticed popping up more often as of late, is the tendency for artists and character designers to give their physically disabled characters mobility aids specifically made for sport as a daily-use aid. It seems to happen most often with leg amputees, being given running-blade prosthetics or wheelchair users being given basketball, rugby or tennis wheelchairs, but that could also just be because that's what I'm most knowledgeable about and so I just notice it more.

So what's the problem with that? Well, mobility aids designed for sport aren't like, say, running shoes where they're designed for one thing, but can be used for another. They are designed for one thing, and one thing only. trying to use them for literally anything else will... well it won't get you far.

Running Blades

Now look, I get why people want to draw these on their amputee and limb different characters, they look cool as hell AND they make you fast! I pestered my prosthetist for years to let me get a pair, admittedly, mostly because of the aesthetic so trust me, I get it.

But running blades are made to run, and only to run. Sometimes to jump, but mainly to run. You see, running blades look the way they do, because they aren't actually based off of human anatomy at all. The original running blade was inspired by the hind-legs of animals like cheetahs, dogs and other fast-moving land mammals. As the furries among us would already know, a lot of these animals have something called digitigrade legs, meaning they don't stand with their entire back foot on the ground. What we see as their paws is actually just the ends of their toes, and their ankle is held up off the ground. The reason so many animal species evolved with this trait is because it makes you really fast (among other things). The entire leg essentially works like a spring, giving the animal more force to push themselves forward, at the cost of the limb being a little less stable to stand on. that isn't an issue when you have another two legs out in front, but it's part of the reason why you don't see many bipedal creatures in nature with digitigrade legs.

Running blades took this general digitigrade leg layout and kind of simplified it, functionally making the athletes run on their toes. The blades are made out of very strong and very flexible carbon fibre sheets, and when the "toe" of the blade hits the ground, the force of the impact causes the whole blade to bend, then rebound, using the runner's own force and momentum to push them forward again. However, unlike most animals, humans don't have another set of legs out in front to keep us stable, so when the person with the blade prosthetic stops running, they either become very unstable or will fall over. This is because, in order to get that spring-like motion, these prosthetics can't have a heel and the way our body's weight is distributed means we kind of need that. Some leg amputees are able to walk a little bit in these running blades, but its not easy and is generally pretty uncomfortable to do, and for double leg amputees, it's exceptionally difficult.

There's also the fact that the running blades need a lot of force applied to them to actually work. A friend of mine brought her blade to an event we were both at, and you could not get the arch of the blade to bend with your arms. At all. One of the other guys at the event was a Paralympic powerlifter, and even he couldn't do it. even leaning on it with all our body weight wasn't enough to make it bend and push back. The only way to get it to bend was by landing on it while running at full speed - which is no small amount of force. Anything less and it won't budge, making these essentially very poorly balanced peg legs when used for anything other than running and jumping. This was actually the reason my prosthetist never signed off on me getting a pair of running legs, because I had an issue that made my stumps too sensitive to withstand the forces needed for them to work properly.

So unless your amputee character is going to be running everywhere at a full sprint, they don't need and probably won't benefit much from having blades in place of a regular prosthetic foot. However, if you want some extra speed for your amputee character, without the significant balance issues that come with a blade, hybrid feet do exist! These hybrids are made out of the same carbon fibre sheets as the big blades, but are shaped more like a regular leg and ankle, with an additional piece attached to the back to give you the stability of having a heel. These hybrid feet, often called active feet or high-mobility feet, take the best of both kinds of prosthetic, while also allowing their user to wear shoes, thanks to the rubber foot shell that goes over the top. They aren't as great for running as the big blades, but they're a lot better than most other prosthetic feet.

The one exception to all of this is if your amputee or limb different character isn't actually human. Quadrupedal mammals like dogs and cats who have their hind legs amputated often get something that looks like a running blade prosthetic as the shape mimics what they'd naturally have without the need for expensive (and completely impractical for animals) electronic parts. When it comes to furry and anthropomorphic animals, I personally make an exception here as well. Technically, the same rule should apply; they're bipedal, so they shouldn't be able to easily stand on a running blade and it wouldn't be practical. However, that rule should also apply to any furry with digitigrade legs, they should be equally unbalanced on their natural meat legs because that kind of bone structure isn't great for a bipedal creature, but it's just kind of an accepted thing to ignore that within the furry community, as long as you can make it look good. In this case, a running blade is the closest a digitigrade furry could probably come to a functional prosthetic without robotics, so I'm more inclined to let it go in that case.

Sports wheelchairs

The wheelchairs used in basketball, tennis and rugby are all different, but the features I see getting used in character designs are, for the most part, in all three, so for the sake of simplicity, going forward I'm going to refer to them all collectively as sports chairs. "Sports wheelchair" is an umbrella term that encompasses a lot more than just these three types, but I don't think I've seen anyone confuse a racing or golfing wheelchair for a general use wheelchair, so for this article, I'm mainly going to be using it to refer to those three. Likewise, going forward, I'm going to be calling normal, non-sports wheelchairs "day-chairs," which was a popular way of shortening "daily-use wheelchair" when I played wheelchair sports.

Just like the running prosthetic, sports wheelchairs are made to do one thing very well, and only that one thing, which is why people who play wheelchair sports of any kind need to have an entirely separate wheelchair to play in. The wheelchairs designed for Rugby and basketball are made to go on perfectly flat, perfectly smooth, indoor basketball courts. Likewise, tennis chairs are made to play on perfectly flat and smooth tennis courts. But it's pretty hard to find anything that smooth and flat outside of those specific spaces and these chairs don't handle any other type of environment well at all, even including the entrances and exists to the courts. These sports chairs are so bad at dealing with anything else, in fact, that people who play these sports will usually stay in their day-chairs, right up until they're on the court's sideline, then swap into the sports chair only when needed.

This is because the features that make these wheelchairs so good for their respective sports, tend to cause a lot of logistical problems anywhere else. For example, when most people think about sports wheelchairs, one of the first things that comes to mind is probably the big, tilted wheels. The wheels on all sports chairs are angled outwards, with the wheels closer at the top, and wider at the bottom - this is called wheel camber. A standard day-chair, though, usually has no, or very little camber - wheels that are not tilted outwards. Giving sports chairs camber has a lot of benefits, with the main one being added stability. When you're playing a game like wheelchair basketball or rugby, which are contact sports, you need to be able to take a hit without falling over, and a wider base of support helps with that a lot. The larger wheels on these chairs also tend to sit pretty far forward, which shifts the chair's centre of gravity, making it way easier to do precise, tight turns. However, this makes the chair much less stable, which the camber also helps with, which is one of the big reasons you see tilted wheels on tennis chairs too. Finally, you also need your hands and fingers on the wheels to move, but if someone crashes into you, having the wheels tilted this way keeps your hands out of the way of being crushed on impact...usually.

As you can see, this feature has a lot of advantages, but you'll notice that having the wheels tilted also makes the chair very wide. So wide that they don't actually fit most doors, except double doors. When I played basketball, to even get our sports wheelchairs inside the courts we practiced on, which only had standard, single doors for some reason, we had to sit in our day chairs and push the basketball chairs in front of us with the big wheels removed, or they wouldn't be able to fit inside. I'm sure you can see now why this makes these wheelchairs impractical for daily use. It's hard enough getting a normal day-chair through some building's doors, let alone through crowded or tight places like shops with narrow isles or down narrow footpaths. You will occasionally see a day-chair with a very minor tilt on their big wheels, but it's usually only done on very thin chairs with active or experienced users, and it's almost never more than a 2 - 5° tilt (whereas sports chairs can have as much as 15° to 20°, depending on the sport).

But tilted wheels aren't the only thing that makes them impractical for daily use. Another feature of these chairs is their anti-tip wheels; little wheels at the back that stop you from falling backwards out of your chair. A lot of day-chairs have anti-tips too, but the ones on day-chairs are usually positioned so that the wheelchair can still be tilted back enough to get up things like curbs and small steps and mildly rough terrain. However, remember how I said sports chairs have their big wheels moved further forward to help them turn easier? this will cause the chair to tip back way easier, and to account for that, the anti-tip wheels on sports chairs have to be basically touching the ground. If they weren't, every time you pushed forward, you would loose a bunch of your energy and momentum from tipping back slightly. You'd also probably damage the courts after a while too from forcibly slamming your front and anti-tip wheels into the ground repetitively. So they make the anti-tip wheels as close to the ground as practically possible to stop that, and also so you can lean as far back in the chair as you need, without having to worry about falling back but this means the chair is prone to getting stuck on everything and anything if the ground isn't perfectly flat and smooth. Even trying to take one of these chairs down a tiny curb-cut ramp is likely to result in your front wheels getting wedged on the road, while the anti-tips get stuck on the ramp with your big wheels (the ones you use to propel yourself forward) getting stuck in the air.

Finally, there's also the size. Even without tilted wheels, these chairs are often quite a decent bit larger than a day chair, mostly to protect their user. Most sports wheelchairs have a protective bar in front and around the sides of the chair, and the anti-tips add quite a bit of extra length to them in a lot of cases. The bar protects your feet in the event of a collision or fall, and makes the chairs more bottom-heavy to prevent them from tipping over whenever you make a sharp turn, and the anti-tip wheels need to extend a decent way out of the back of the chair or else they can't do their job. These things don't matter too much on the court, but once again, out in the real world, it makes a big difference.

There are a few other little differences too that can, in some cases, make them less practical. things like the fact breaks are never included on sports chairs (anymore) because they just weren't needed during the games and increased the risk of hand injuries - I lost a few thumbnails from snagging them on my day-chair's breaks when I was pushing fast. Sports chairs also can't fold down, as making them able to do so is a safety hazard since it weakens the frame of the chair. So that, combined with their larger shape means they can really only be transported by most people by putting them in the back trunk of the car, whereas even day-chairs that can't fold are designed to be able to be placed on a car seat, meaning they're easier to get in and out of a car when you don't have anyone to help you.

I speak about all of this from experience, by the way. As a teenager, my first wheelchair basketball coach intentionally didn't explain the above points to me when he lent me my first ever sports wheelchair. He knew the first thing I was going to do was try to take it to school, and he knew I wouldn't listen if he just told me not to try it, so it was just better to let me figure it out on my own. My old English classroom's door still has a big chunk of paint missing from where I tried to force this extra-wide sports chair through almost 10 years later, and I was late to every single class that day because the school's elevator had a small lip by the door I kept getting stuck on. Not to mention the several times I got stuck on the curb cut just trying to leave our local courts the day he gave it to me.

Sometimes kids just have to learn through trial and error, and I definitely tried, which is why it's so funny to me when I see wheelchair using characters in fiction either using just a straight-up sports wheelchair as a day-chair, or who's day-chair was designed by someone who very clearly just googled "cool/sporty/fast wheelchair" and slapped a bunch of features they saw onto a more standard wheelchair without understanding what those things actually do.

Conclusion

Honestly, as far as disability tropes go this one is mainly harmless. Personally, I find it more funny than annoying or harmful like most of the tropes I talk about, but it does come across to those of us who have used these mobility aids that you haven't really done much more than superficial research.

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hey, congrats for 1.8k followers! very well deserved because your writings are amazing!! may i request prompt number 2 with fluff with minghao please? thank you so much in advance, hope you have a great day ❤️

hey, thank you so much, sweetheart, very kind of you! and of course you can, have a great day too <3

prompt: 'say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.'

minghao hears your giggle and smiles despite himself with his face smashed into the pillow. the sound of your giggle is his favorite music and when he turns, he sees you leaning on the wall, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. he lets himself stare at you for some moments before averting his eyes and faking annoyance: 'glad that my misery is funny to you. i am dying here and you are laughing.'

'you called the shots!' you remind him in a sing-song manner, coming closer. 'and you lost, hao. learn not to be a sore loser.'

minghao squints at you, pouting. 'learn to support your boyfriend through embarrassing losses.'

'learn to listen to your girlfriend and what she says.'

minghao sighs in a dramatic way, grinning when you sit close. he instantly shuffles until his head is pillowed on your thighs and melts, when you start running your fingers through his hair. his eyes close on their own and he breathes in deeply, letting his body finally rest after a horrible weekend. minghao was running on fumes with all the flights and performances, last time he slept normally was around a week ago and he desperately longed for days off to recharge. these days off included you by his side, of course. if minghao had his way then you'd be glued to his side, because traveling back and forth without you exhausts him to no end. hell, he even got tired of missing you, because at one point it seemed like all he's been doing - just missing you.

'mhm, what are you doing,' he mumbles, when he hears the sound of tapping on the phone. 'pay attention to me.'

'i am compartmentalizing. see, sometimes an individual needs to divide their attention into discrete categories for an effective-'

'say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.'

your answering laughter warms his heart. he receives a light tug on his hair and when minghao turns, you gently cradle his face in your palms, grinning at him cutely. gosh, you're so cute. he wants to cover your whole face with kisses but that would require moving and he simply can't. minghao thinks he won't be able to move for the next few hours, because the jetlag is killing him and because no place is more comfortable than your lap.

'you get so pouty and clingy at times, i can't,' you mumble, leaning to brush your noses together. 'i was texting everyone that they shouldn't wait up for us, because we will probably be late. now, see? it's done. now you have my full attention.'

'as i should,' minghao mutters, stretching his neck to peck your lips. 'i have been away for too long for you to pay attention to anyone else but me. and also, stop using big words when you know that i'm barely awake.'

'any other requests, your highness?' you joke, looking at him lovingly. 'pay attention only to you and talk with you ike you're a toddler. anything else?'

'kiss me.'

and you do. and it feels heavenly. it's better than winning an award, better than hearing thousand and thousand of people scream your name. having your lips on his is a peak of happiness and minghao solemnly swears that he won't let these long breaks between seeing you happen ever again.

'anything else?' you ask again softly.

'never leave,' minghao whispers, gazing at you with all of his love.

your smile is blinding. 'that's the plan, hao.'

a/n: i was in the mood for super duper fluff, so hopefully you liked it, let me know! - nini <3

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Threrius is a dreadnought. As one, he is supposed to not dream, to just sleep in an induced coma, dark like death itself, and to act only when dispatched by his brother in battle.

Everything follows the same scheme of things; the Techmarines that take care of him always do to ensure the perfect shape of their honored brother… until something starts to seem off.

In the sleeping pod, there's some reaction, vibrations that aren't supposed to be there, and some data that seems to have appeared from nowhere. Threrius is reacting to something, and since no one is acting from inside, it's clear that whatever is happening to their brother is taking origin from the outside.

In order to avoid further questions and the possible arising of new events, the Techmarines decided to wake up their brother in an unauthorized operation in order to question the direct party.

"A song," said the cranky and old voice of the veteran, "someone is singing… In my sleep, a chant come."

"A voice?!" The two speak in fear that their brother can be influenced by some chaotic activity, but the creature immediately calmed their worries.

"It cannot be from the archenemy… Nothing that can come to the warp can sound so kind…and sorrowful…"

The two were confused, of course! If he was reacting to an outsider stimulus, then that meant that someone was making it in the first place! The techpriest, Gerorovil, on the other hand, gasped, realizing what had happened.

After a few hours of searching, questioning, and promising a cybernetically enhanced to a few servs, Gerorovil came back dragging a girl by her hand.

You looked so confused and scared. Once your eyes fell over the massive beast made of metal, wires, and cables, you knew for what you were really there.

Threrius had forgotten the last time he saw a baseline, but once he saw you, his first thought was he needed to take you away from the hand of the Adeptus, to take you behind him and secure you. He did not know why, but you looked so scared and helpless. Did all baseline feel that way around his brother? Around him?

He felt…something that he shouldn't feel.

They questioned you a lot, and you did confess that alone, surrounded by those sleeping veterans, when no one could hear you or see you, you let yourself sing. What song, you did not say, but Threrius felt like it was from a different language than High Gothic.

"Disrespectful." Spoke one of his brothers, "Disrupting the sleep of our honored brother! How dare you act in such a way! No punishment can be enough to—"

"I want her to do it again."

The room felt silent, with several eyes on the machine.

"…Honored Threrius, what—"

"I wish her to sing for me again… and I wish her to do it as she please…"

You did as he asked, and, even if it felt strange, it felt liberating. At some point, Threrius dared to ask what song it was, which planet it came from, and what it was about. You knew that it could lead to your doom, but you felt doomed from when you ended up there in the first place.

Your hands held what seemed to be a bead necklace, only it had no end at all. There was something like a pattern made with similar pearls made of different colors; some seemed to be a weave of colored threads, and, in certain spaces, pearls were made of completely different objects, such as gems, wood, or a metal piece.

"Where I come from, we create these, and we sing to remember our life, of what is important for us."

"Why did you sing there?"

"Because no one would ask about it…"

He won't tell. Your culture—did the heretic destroy it? Vaporized it from the face of the universe? Was it their work or his brother's? He didn't dare to ask, but he hoped you could still keep sharing your life with him.

For once, he felt less dead.