#trying to emphasize how BAD loop is at smiling

[orreryaskew]

whatever. go my hoops.

[merelylillies]

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Note: ‘‘Hey so I’m obsessed with Caleb like SOMEONE has to stop me. Despite the header he is NOT an angel. Also I need more Yandere x Yandere content. In general.,,

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Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Caleb

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Teasing, Flirting, (!) Mentions of Stalking, Yandere x Yandere Concept

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Caleb had always been like this since you were children. The question is: whether or not you noticed back then. You did, but he assumed otherwise.

He’d grown up quickly and taken the role of your “big brother”, guiding you with a warm smile and soft words. He thought you’d get whiplash at his sudden shift in behavior when you reunited; so color him more than surprised when you just blinked at his words.

“You don’t need me? Is that what you think?” He asks with an intense look in his eyes. Really, you hadn’t even said anything, he just assumed your stare back at him was rejection. His grip on your arm tightened as he looked down at you, eyes narrowing onto yours.

“I never said that.” You hold his stare. He pauses, gaze sharpening.

“You’re thinking it.”, He takes a step forward, “I know you pipsqueak.” He emphasizes, continuing to walk you backwards.

You let yourself take steps back, your amusement growing as your back approached the wall. Trying to reel in your smugness, you cut him off before he can speak again.

“You know me?”.

You could almost hear a pin drop. Caleb glares back at you almost offended.

“Are you seriously-”

“You are clearly missing something.” You can’t contain your grin.

“What are you saying?” He hisses out. You can hear the hand he propped up against the wall you’re leaning on slowly ball into a fist.

“You’re so convinced that I’m feeling a way I’m not.” You say with amusement barely controlled.

“What you fail to understand is I’ve always been this way pipsqueak.”

“See?” You grin, “This is exactly what I mean.”

You take a step forward, your chest pressed up against his. The action throwing him off guard at the sudden boldness and he straightens up from where he was looming over you.

“You think you’re scaring me, you think I’m terrified, mortified at how you’re acting.”. Your smile only widens when you see the confusion mix in with his firm expression.

“But really, I always knew you were this way.”

You bring a hand to his dress-shirt’s collar, gripping it tight before yanking him down closer to your height, the accessories on the colonel uniform shifting with quiet tinkles. His eyes widen, mouth slightly open as if to say something but nothing comes out. Your free hand goes to cup his face, your thumb running over his cheek gently, while your tone holds back on zero mockery.

“You, on the other hand, despite all your obsession, have failed to grasp that I’m just as bad as you.” You smile, watching his eyes catch that same glimpse they always did when you said something that scratched his possessiveness.

“You don’t mean that.” He states, swallowing harshly, “You have no idea-” he seems almost repentant, but you know better.

“No I do.”

“Pipsqueak, you’re out of your depth,” a chuckle escapes him, his eyes lowering amused, “-you think just because you’re attached to me that you can even understand a fraction of my love for you.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, your hand tilting his face up for him to look at you again, maintaining eye contact, “you think so?”

He huffs out a small laugh again.

“I track your necklace Caleb.”

He pauses, his eyes visibly shifting in their stare back at you before he smiles, deceivingly soft again.

“You’re so silly Pips-”

“I’m not fucking kidding.” You laugh back at him, the hand on his collar shifting down to the dog tag necklace you had given him so long ago, slightly pulling on it.

“I wanted to know where you were. In case you ever lied to me about your schedule or the risk of your work.”

“That so?”

“What?” Your finger twirls loops around the necklace chain, the charms jingling, “Does that scare you?”

“If you know me so well Pips, you know I’ve done much worse.”

“And I’ve never stopped you.”

Caleb looks down at your hand playing with the necklace before he meets your eyes again, the look in his half lidded pupils turning a deeper purple; that same shade you loved to drag out of him. He brings a hand to his face, the back of his palm hiding an obsessive, love-sick smile, the one he usually suppressed until he thought you weren’t looking, or when he believed you to be asleep during your sleep-overs.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath.

“Gods, you really are far gone huh?” You tease, your own expression far from innocent in the way you match his almost deranged adoration.

“You don’t get to give me any lessons Pipsqueak, now that all your behaviors suddenly seem more tactful than coincidental.”

Suddenly despite all your confidence in your equally matched energy, you feel your nervousness rise up again; your stomach knotting and the back of your spine burning hot.

He lowers himself down to your level even more, until your lips are at the same height, his forehead an inch away from touching yours, as he now wears your smug expression.

“All those times..sitting in my lap, constantly calling for me in conversations, taking any chance at touching me..” His smirk only widens, “Kissing me for “practice” as you called it..” his breath ghosts over your lips.

“Nothing more than desperation after all huh?”

You immediately feel the need to defend yourself at his words. “You cannot be talking.”

“Why not? I’m not afraid to admit I yearn for you.” He drawls on as words get caught in your throat.

“Especially, now that I know,” he muses, “that this little lady right in front of me, is into this obsessive side of mine hm?”

“Almost like it..fuels something in her…Gets her going does it?”

You feel your cheeks start to flush at his bluntness, off-put by his calling out.

“You’d preach being the same as me yeah? But based on your reaction, I’d still think you’re out of your league Pipsqueak..”

An uneven breath escapes you and his eyes crinkle at that.

“Would you look at that?” His smirk aggravatingly turning more sharp.

“Pipsqueak isn’t able to respond, looks like she really is obsessed with me.”

That damn smirk.

[kairoot]

⌞ 𝐍𝟏𝐋𝐇 ⌝ ★ l. close enough, drop the album.

★. young rockstar Kim Hongjoong is absolutely infatuated with you, a global star and known singer. he seems like a player to the public eye but no one knows him personally. well, he doesn’t stick around for people to get to know him.. he makes multiple attempts at stealing your heart but you just won’t budge. you thought it would be easy to open up again but your past slowly catches up to you with an unloving father and one crazy ex.

— ★

“what do you mean i have to go?” you whined to your manager and best friend, binna. she sighed, not wanting to repeat herself once again.

“y/n, you have to.”

“but i’d rather not. this isn’t fair, binna!” you ran your hands down your face, whining again.

“you’re acting like i’m the one making you go. these are the company’s orders!” binna argued, taking a seat next to you on the practice room’s floor.

as of right now, you were trying your best to get out of having to go to the big soirée you were invited to. it’s not like you weren’t grateful for the invitation. you were just exhausted. and there was too much going on in your head. you hadn’t been to one of these events since your brother, jaehyun, was sent away.

it was hard for you to be social. maybe it was the anxiety. there were rumors that you were one of those rude celebrities because of the way you isolated yourself at parties and such. but of course that wasn’t true. you just didn’t know how to put yourself out there. everyone expects you to be extroverted and outgoing because of the way you display yourself on social media. but that was all of your company’s doing.

no one ever knew the true you, except for jaehyun and binna.

you sighed, giving up on your escape. binna sent you a soft, reassuring smile.

“at least mr. kim hongjoong’ll be there.” she nudged you, wiggling her eyebrows. you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“what is your obsession with him?” you shook your head, standing up and grabbing your things.

“uhm, he’s like the biggest rockstar of our generation! and he loves you.” she emphasized the ‘love’ part, poking your side playfully. you shook your head, smiling a bit.

“i don’t even know the guy, bin.”

“but you could get to know him. tonight!” she said as the both of you walked toward the door.

you ignored binna’s comment as the both of you walked to the company car. she continued to poke and prod at the interaction that could be made, but you continued to show no interest. your mind was already occupied, dreading the night ahead and the socializing that came with it.

the pressure of performing off-stage, having to mingle with strangers who saw you as nothing more than the glamorous image curated by your company, weighed on you. none of those people knew you nor did they care to.

your arrival at the event was swift. the venue was as extravagant as you’d expected, chandeliers casting a soft glow over the guests’ heads. the air buzzed with small talk and laughter, your stomach starting to churn with each step you took.

“see? not so bad, right?” binna whispered as she looped her arm through yours, pulling you toward the bar.

you nod half-heartedly, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. it only took a moment before your eyes landed on a blonde. the rockstar himself, kim hongjoong. you quickly turned your head back, not wanting binna to think you were interested all of a sudden.

“is that him?” binna gasped, starting to tug you toward him. your eyes widened as you tried pulling your arm out of her grip.

“binna, no,” you said quietly.

“oh, c’mon, y/n. it’ll be fine, he’s soooo nice!”

“oh? and how would you know?” you quirked an eyebrow.

she paused for a moment, “erm.. just a thought?”

you shook your head, smiling. you turned around to go back to the bar, leaving binna and her hongjoong-filled brain alone.

after ordering your drink, you took a deep breath, willing your nerves to settle. you were used to performing on stage, but mingling in these kinds of social events always left you feeling out of place.

binna’s excitement was palpable, and you couldn’t help but smile despite yourself. you turned to the bartender, signaling for another glass of sparkling water. just as you brought it to your lips, the background music suddenly cut off, replaced by the distinct feedback of a microphone being tapped.

“ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please,” the emcee’s voice boomed across the room, causing everyone to pause their conversations. you turned toward the stage, your brow furrowing in confusion. “we have a special treat for you tonight. our favorite star, y/n, will be performing for us!”

your heart dropped.

the crowd erupted in applause, and you stood there, frozen, the glass slipping from your hand and shattering on the floor. binna’s eyes widened as she grabbed your arm.

“binna,” you whispered, panic setting in. “what is he talking about..?”

“i—i don’t know!” she stammered, equally bewildered. “no one told me anything about this.”

your breath quickened as you felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. the emcee continued, clearly expecting you to make your way to the stage.

“y/n?” he glanced around, searching for you in the crowd. “come on up!”

binna squeezed your arm reassuringly. “you’ve got this, okay? you’re a pro.”

“but I’m not prepared,” you hissed, but there was no time to argue. you took a shaky breath, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. before you knew it, you were being gently pushed towards the stage by well-meaning staff members.

the room seemed to blur as you climbed the steps, the lights too bright, the applause too loud. you somehow made it to the center of the stage, heart pounding so fiercely you thought you might faint.

“i—i wasn’t expecting to perform tonight,” you said into the mic, your voice small and uncertain. a few people in the crowd chuckled softly, and you swallowed hard. “but i do have a new song that I’d like to share with you.”

the audience applauded again, and the band began to play a familiar melody. the opening chords of one of your newest single, ‘black mascara’ filled the room, and you forced yourself to relax. this was your element. slowly, you closed your eyes and let the music take over, the initial panic subsiding as you began to sing.

you voice soared, clear and powerful, weaving through the lyrics that had once been your lifeline. as you sang, the room seemed to fall away, leaving just you and the music. you could feel the weight of eyes on you, the intensity of the gaze almost palpable. despite yourself, you risked a glance in hongjoong’s direction.

he was watching you intently, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a glimmer of admiration, maybe? or curiosity? you couldn’t be sure. he bobbed his head slightly to the beat, his presence both comforting and unnerving at the same time. the cameras swarmed around him and the other celebrities, capturing their reactions. hongjoong didn’t do much to react except nod along, but his focus was unwavering.

the song drew to a close, the final note hanging in the air before fading into silence. the applause was thunderous, but all you could think about was getting out of there.

“thank you,” you mumbled into the mic before quickly stepping off the stage. you ignored the people reaching out to congratulate you, heading straight for the exit.

“y/n, wait!” binna called after you, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe until you were outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin. you spotted the company car waiting for you and practically ran to it, throwing yourself inside.

“take me home, please,” you instructed the driver, your voice trembling with exhaustion and irritation. As the car pulled away from the venue, you closed your eyes, leaning back against the seat. the performance had gone well, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being blindsided, of being watched so closely.

it wasn’t until much later, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, that you realized: the intensity of hongjoong’s gaze had left an imprint on you, one that you weren’t sure you could forget.

and the thought terrified you.

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[mehbzz]

What Ever I Want

18+ Dubcon/noncon Poly relationship. Billy x Stu x F!Reader. Vaginal sex, fingering, PWP, abusive relationships, emotional manipulation.

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“Stay,” Billy’s arms are tight around your waist, keeping you firmly pinned in his lap. “Stay here with me.”

“Bill c’mon,” you thread your fingers through his hair, trying gently to tug his head away from where he’s buried it in your chest. ”It’s only for a few hours. I won’t be out that late.”

 “No. You didn’t ask permission.” There’s definitely a pout in his tone and you bite back a smile. “Did you ask Stu?”

“Why do I need to ask either of you?” You huff, your smile dropping. “I’m not a kid. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want you know. Like an adult.”

He doesn’t speak and you feel a flutter of embarrassment at your attempt to tease him.  “No I didn’t tell Stu,” You emphasize the word but you don’t think he cares about the distinction. “You know what he’s like I-,”

Billy gives you a questioning hum, amusement clear as he mumbles into your shirt. “Scared of the big bad Stu?”

“No.” You pause, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. “Just after the party last week he’s been-,”

“He was hurt, you got angry at him.”

“Oh come on! He was hurt?? He was flirting with someone right in front of me!”

“He was only flirting with her because she looked like you.”

“That’s,-“ You don’t know what to say to that. “We’re not talking about this again.” You blink, pushing the memory back down. “Can I go now?” You tug at his hair again, a little more forceful this time. “Billy seriously let go.”

“Stay in with me,” he buries his face back into your chest, arms tightening around you like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together. “Please.”

Guilt churns in your stomach, making you feel slightly nauseous. “I’ll be an hour tops.”

“Fine,” he says, arms dropping from around your waist and leaving you feeling a little cold. “You can do what you want, right? Whatever, whenever.”

“Don’t be like this.” Wincing slightly as he throws your words back at you.

 “Like what?”

“I’m not choosing them over you, you know that.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek, he responds with a slight tilt of his head but doesn’t speak.

You try again, desperate to have some kind of positive response from him, kissing next to the corner of his mouth. He tilts his head a little further and you accept the offer, trailing you lips over his jaw down to his neck, nipping gently at his skin.

Billy pulls your hair firmly, detaching you from his neck with a slight frown. “Do not give me a hickey bunny.”

“Sorry.” You hold his gaze. “I-,”  Shit. You don’t want to go, not with the way he’s looking at you but you know you should. You were getting the feeling that you weren’t making the best impression with the rest of your co-workers despite Randy’s reassurances. Tonight was supposed to be an opportunity for you to try and get to know them better. “Billy-,” He flinches, just the barest hint of movement but it’s enough for you to change your mind in an instant. “I don’t really need to go I guess.”

Billy searches your face before his grip softens, keeps his fingers loosely looped around the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” Billy murmurs, letting his eyes flutter shut as you kiss tentatively across his mouth. “but not sure I forgive you yet.”

“No?” You press another flurry of kisses across his face, ignoring your disappointment in favour of trying to cheer him up. “How about now?”

He hums and you take that as a yes, moving your hands to cup his face as you lean forward to lick the tip of his nose.

“Bunny and Billy sitting in a tree…-, ”

Billy pulls back at Stu’s singing and you slump down into the sofa beside him with a disappointed sigh, only just catching the bag of popcorn that’s thrown at your head.

“Where you going looking all Julia Roberts?”

You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not. “It was a work night out, but I’m-,”

“On your own? in the middle of the night?”

“It’s not even half 6 yet but I’m no-,”

 “Not allowed.”

You clenched your jaw. “Jesus If you’d let me finish,” Stu half bows, hand out in front  of him waving you on to continue. “I’m not going, so we don’t need to argue about it.”

“Don’t get snappy with me, I just go here.”

“I’m not-,” You take a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just hungry, we were going for a meal so I’ve not eaten yet.”

Stu is still, watching you silently with a slight tilt of his head like he’s looking for something. “That time of the month again?”

You bite back your words, aware he was deliberately needling at you. “Yeah it is, so what?”

He grins at you, bending down to rest his hands on the back of the sofa, caging you in. “Liar.”

“How do you know I’m lying? Are you saying you know my cycle?” You’re impressed and a little unnerved but still accept the clumsy kiss he presses against your mouth.

“I know everything about you bunny.”

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You stretched your legs, sliding your toes under Stu’s thigh, shifting your weight to get comfier on Billy’s lap. The movie had ended a while ago but none of you had moved, a mixture of lethargy and contentment in being entwined together on Stu’s couch keeping you all held in place.

“Stop moving.”

“Sorry, sorry.”  You look up at him but his eyes are closed, half dozing as his fingers run idly through your hair.

You let your eyes close too, content and cosy enough to let yourself drift into a light doze between the two of them, the sound of Stu flicking through a comic book oddly soothing.

“Bunny, bunny,” Stu’s fingers tap incessantly over your calf, interrupting the comfy doze you found yourself in.

“I’m sleeping.”

“But are you?”

“What?” You forced yourself to open your eyes as he crawled up over you, his body heat making it difficult to keep them open. “Am I what? Sleeping?”

With a sigh, he leaned down, the shirt you’d borrowed from him was too big, constantly hanging off one shoulder, and he buried his face into the bare crook of your neck.

He stifled a throaty groan, ignoring the way his cock twitched behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants, instead he focused his attention on you, pressing a couple of kisses across the side of your neck.

“No dumbass,” He rolls his eyes. ”You never answered Billy’s question. Are you scared of the big bad Stu?”

You give a little halfhearted huff of amusement, but it fades quickly. He doesn’t sound amused, but he doesn’t sound upset either. There’s nothing in his tone at all.

“No?” you slowly told him. “I’m not scared of you.”

“I think you’re lying to me,” he interrupted, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Do you get scared of Billy?”

“I-,” your mind ran rampant, trying to figure out if it was better to lie or not. “I just-,” You close your eyes, letting your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, hoping the touch will placate him a little. “I’m not scared of you,” you slowly told him again, voice quiet, deciding a little truth might appease him. “Just sometimes you’re a little overwhelming.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, you know it as Billy’s thigh tenses under your head.

“Uh oh bunny, you’re in trouble now.” Billy half singsongs as he tugs lightly at your hair. “Overwhelming?” His eyebrow raised as he shares a look with Stu. “Isn’t that just another word for scared?”

Stu shrugs, letting his mind wander as he watches your expression. Wonders if you’ve ever thought about what he could do to you if he cared less than he does. You’re like his dolls, so easily broken and you don’t even know it.

“I’m not-,” Your denial gets cut off as Stu's lips meet yours in a rough kiss, his hand moving to hold the side of your face. You could feel him, half hard already as his hips ground down against you, making you whimper in response.

It turns him on and annoys him with how much you trust him, how he can step over your boundaries so easily and know with a hundred percent certainty that you’d still forgive him. Somehow he has managed to wrap you completely around his little finger. When he’s fucking his fist to the most depraved thoughts about you, imagining that look of betrayal turning back into one of trust and forgiveness gets him off so fucking fast it's embarrassing.

“Desperate,” Stu murmured into the kiss as you whined again. “That why you wanted to go out? Find someone to fuck?”

You broke the kiss, hurt by his words. “You have to ruin it every time.”

“Hey don’t pull away,” He tries to kiss you again but you turn away. “Bunny, it’s not nice to tease me, running your foot up and down my thigh, getting me all riled up and then wanting to stop?”  He grabbed your chin, turning you back to face him, grip firm enough to make you wince as he forced your head back down against Billy’s thigh.

 “I wasn’t teasing you.” You hadn’t been teasing him, not like that, You had wiggled your toes a couple of times sure but that was hardly suggestive. A choked sound escaped you as you pushed against his chest to no avail. “Get off.”

“You always tease me. But you can do whatever you want, whenever you want,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “Wasn’t that what you said? So can I.”

“Fuck off.” You spat the words, torn between keeping him happy and just getting him off you. “I don’t want to play this game tonight.”

Billy hadn’t said anything, and you felt frozen as Stu completely caged you in, his gaze running over your face before breaking into a grin. “Just kidding.”

“Get off Stu,” you push against his chest again, hurt fresh by Billy’s huff of laughter. “This is not fucking funny.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t hurt you bunny,” He leaned back down to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, completely unphased by your attempts to push him away. “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

“Wow thanks so much.” You wanted to cry. This was no longer feeling like one of their games, albeit the usual unfair ones where they never told you the rules or that there was even a game being played.  “Billy help me out here,” you turned to look up at him, desperate for some backup.

 “Give it a rest both of you,” Billy frustratingly groaned and you felt a flutter of hope. “You two have been bickering all night.”

“Come on I’m sorry,” Stu nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses pressed against the column of your throat. “Just a bad joke.”

You tried to turn away but Billy was quick to catch you, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw as he lifted your chin a little. A tilt of his head that had that one lock of hair falling over his eye.

“bad joke bunny, that’s all.” His fingers stroke through your hair softly. “Just kiss and make up so I can go back to sleep.”

You didn’t particularly want to, but as was happening more often you felt outnumbered and so confused that you kissed Stu back without hesitation when his lips pressed to yours again. With Billy seemingly so nonchalant you were starting to doubt your awareness of the situation, maybe you had been more touchy and teasing that you thought you’d been. You had been half asleep after all.

As uncomfortable as you are, your body works against your mind as Stu touches you. He knows where to touch, to kiss, to press his teeth to have your arousal flickering to life. thighs relaxing and letting him press flush against you as he hooked your leg around him.

The heavy make out didn’t last long, Stu as ever too eager to be inside of you to stop at just kissing. His hands slipping under your t-shirt and pushing it up over your hips, giving a small hum of approval as Billy let go of your jaw to slide underneath the fabric, warm hand cupping your breast. It makes you shiver and his thumb gently brushing your nipple distracts you away from the sight of Stu struggling with his zipper until the sound of him harshly spitting and the clumsy brush of wet fingers as he shoves your panties to the side draws your attention back to him.

He spits again, catching it between his fingers before stroking down his cock, leaning forward to press against you.

He doesn’t ease his way inside, he shoves, impatient. Left over arousal from making out with Billy made it only slightly less painful but it still hurt enough to make you hiss in discomfort. “You’re so tight, you know that?” he groaned, and you parted your legs more, muscles clamping down around him as he drove himself even deeper. “C’mon bunny, let me in.”

You whined as he kept going, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he shuddered. “Don’t squirm bunny, shit.”

Billy huffed at his words, but he didn’t make any comment as his hips rocked slightly up against the back of your head. You shuddered at that, your nails digging into Stu’s arm and he paused only a moment before he withdrew with a curse.

“Stay still bunny,” He’s hunched between your legs, and you can’t do anything but watch as strokes himself vigorously, groaning and bucking into his own hand to the sight of you limp and still beneath him.

“Gonna cum to you,” he pants, his palm twisting and squeezing around his cock so tightly it looks painful. “good little doll.” The last word is moaned, and he shudders around it. He’s unusually quiet when he cums, white, milky streaks splattering over your stomach and trickling down your sides. He keeps a hand on his cock as he rests back on his thighs, keeping the other lightly on your shin, his fingers tracing up over your skin.  It takes a moment for you to register what he’s doing, his fingers smearing through the cooling cum on your stomach as he writes his name.

“That was fast.”

“Tight squirmy little pussy dude,” Stu shrugs. “You try not busting too early.”

Billy snorts, pushing him backwards by the shoulder while sitting up and forcing you to move with him. “I like taking my time,” He licks his lips as he drops to the floor, on his knees between your legs and the arousal grows tenfold despite the growing feeling of disconnection. “Make her wet and dripping for me.”

“Billy,” His name is more of a moan as he pushes you back down into the sofa. Unsure if you want him to touch you or not, everything had happened so fast you felt like you were not entirely present, the sudden thought you were dreaming looping round the forefront of your mind.

“Relax I’ll look after you bunny.”

You nod as he brushes his knuckles over your inner thigh. He always had and there felt no need to doubt him now, holding your breath as he lent in. He draws his tongue along your slit and your whole body jerks. He’s slow, methodical, savouring you as his tongue swirls almost idly around your clit.

You bite your lip, torn between watching him and just closing your eyes and letting your mind drift and losing yourself to the pleasure.

Fingers brush over you before just barely pushing in, thumb replacing his tongue as he presses firmly against your clit. The sudden increase of pleasure overrides the embarrassment at the loud wet sucking sound as he crooks his fingers.

“Hear that? That’s the kind of pussy you want to fuck,” Billy mouths at the skin on your inner thigh as he talks, feel him smile at Stu’s answering grunt. But you can’t do much other than moan as his fingers flex quicker, finding that spot that makes you cry out his name. “C’mon Bunny, give it to me.”

He fingers move faster as you moan, pleasure building quickly under his practised fingers, hips bucking and grinding as you fuck yourself on them.

“Is he better at that than me?” Stu moans, he has one hand around his cock, the other under your t-shirt squeezing at your breast. You’re not sure you could answer that even if you had an answer. Their techniques were vastly different. “Maybe we could make a competition out of it, see who can make you make the bigger mess.”

You're close, so so close, and his words help push you over the edge as Billy sucks hard at your clit with a twist and flex of his fingers. One hand grasping into his hair as your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Clenching around him as he fucks you through your orgasm until your almost sobbing for him to stop, grabbing on to Stu’s hand under your shirt and forcing him to squeeze you so tightly you know you’re going to have bruises.

You're over sensitive as he finally stops, hips jerking as his fingers slip wetly out of your cunt. He looks smug, and you keep Stu’s hand pressed against your breast like some kind of anchor as you watch him offer Stu his wet glistening fingers.  The way Stu groans as he sucks the taste of you has you clenching hard around nothing, a roll of your hips that has Billy looking back down at you.

“See, worth the effort right?” Billy he tugs at his zipper, finally pulling his wet hand away from Stu’s mouth to wrap around the base of his cock.

He strokes his hand up and down as he steps closer and you lean forward instinctively, hand reaching out with the need to touch him. He shakes his head at the exact same time Stu playfully slaps your hand down.

“Just your mouth, Bunny.”

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hey hey hey I have had a hell of a day (Actually Hell) because I did too many fun things (a problem apparently) and then also we put up the christmas tree leading to the inevitable christmas tree installation arguments (they pop up every year like clockwork!)

anyway i have been overstimulated and stressed (just want to emphasize that there is NO pressure here whatsoever! id like to avoid any semblance of that actually and I know you're already working on 12 days so take your time) and it would be very cathartic to see chris dealing with similar issues (the Wonderful guy. we are pretty similar.) thanks a lot for reading this, even if you don't write anything !

Sorry this took so long, Anon! I swear I've been trying to get this written for literally almost two months now

CW: Some references to Chris's past, overstimulation, anxiety

"Hey, where did Chris go?" Laken blinks and looks around, but the living room of the house they rent - filled with laughing, happy people - shows no sign of Chris's telltale lavender hair with its new-penny copper roots.

One of Brit's friends just shrugs at them and gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the kitchen. "Dunno. He wandered off a while ago, maybe that way?"

"Oh, okay. Huh." Laken steps back, the circle of laughing people closing up tight as soon as they do. Their dark eyes scan the room, but there's no sign of him.

He'd been doing great - all but holding court, one of the most popular people at the party. He's sort of famous, since the Olympics, and people had been peppering him with questions and compliments, crowding around wanting nothing more than to be friends with the ex-pet who stood up to the bad guys on live TV. They'd seen him dancing, too, the music loud enough to nearly make the walls shake. The easy, unselfconscious dancing they loved in him the most.

He'd seemed to be enjoying himself, at the time, but...

Where has he gone?

They weave around people, stopping to pick up an ornament that has fallen off the tree. The scent of pine is subtle and ever-present, and they carefully work the ornament's little loop back over a branch, ruefully watching a couple of pine needles come loose and drift down. The damn thing is already starting to turn a little brown around its edges, thanks to Laken's roommate having insisted on buying it literally the day before Thanksgiving.

Laken doesn't even celebrate Christmas, not since they stopped going to Mass on Christmas Eve years and years ago. Still, in a house they rent with three others, they're the only one who doesn't at least pay lip service to the holiday.

And even if they don't give a fuck about Christmas, they do like having an excuse to throw a party.

The tinsel wrapped in spirals around, over, and below the ornaments glitters in the light, and the look makes them think of Chris, and how his eyes have always looked just the same, to them, when they're out at night and the moon hits the green of his irises just right.

Their search leads them to Ben, contentedly sitting on the couch, a drink in one hand and his phone in the other, quietly reading something there while the party is in full swing around him. He glances up and then instinctively, immediately, uses a finger to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Hey, Laken. What's up?"

"Is Akio not coming tonight?"

"Oh... no." Ben blushes - it's adorable, and Laken can't help the smile playing around their lips. "He's got some kind of meeting with the gymnastics team, or his coaches? Or... something like that. He said sorry, though."

"Nah, no problem. But, hey, so. Uh, have you seen Chris, like within the last ten minutes or so??"

Someone puts Christmas music on and Laken shudders as they hear that damn 80s pop song start up again. If they have to hear that fucking song one more time...

"Nope. Not in a while." Ben shrugs, taking a drink. Whatever he has in that cup is pinkish-red and probably far more alcoholic than it tastes. Laken's roommate had insisted on a signature cocktail. "You could check outside? Sometimes when there's a lot of people, to Chris it's... too much."

Laken nods, still scanning the crowd, but their stomach knots a little with the first hit of real anxiety. Ben is right, Chris can get overwhelmed by too much noise and movement, but also he's been drinking tonight - they saw the same red punch in a cup in his hands earlier - and he has a tendency to get... hazy, when he drinks. Flirty in ways that aren't natural to him. Willing to let people hug him that he doesn't like, unable to bring himself to stop them. Sometimes his stammer smooths out, which makes people who don't know him feel more comfortable and people who do know him nervous. He starts tipping his head to the side in a way that makes the sweep of his growing-out hair hide the scar on his forehead, biting his lower lip when he smiles. It makes Laken feel a little sick to see it happen and realize Chris doesn't even notice when he's doing it.

The last thing they need is to have to come up with an explanation for Chris losing track of himself again, or why he's eating olives off the charcuterie board Brit brought knowing damn well he'll just go to the bathroom and get sick all over the place again, or... fuck, what if somebody hits on him and he's too drunk to stop it?

That hasn't happened since college, but...

They pull their phone out, uneasily checking for a text, but there's nothing. If he went outside, he'd text, right? He does, he always does. Texts can be easier and Chris is always a little nervous about being outside alone.

He insisted on coming tonight, said he was feeling good lately, but-... what if-...

They flinch when fingers touch their arm, only to see Ben must have stood up when they weren't looking. He slips his own phone into his jacket pocket and looks Laken over more closely. "Hey. It's okay, he's probably fine. You know he gets weird when parties are really going. It's like a light switch, enough to too much, I totally get it. It's why I'm on the couch fucking around on Kindle instead of, you know... talking to people." Ben says it like talking to people is literal hell, and... okay, Laken can see how that might be the case. "He probably just needed to get away from it and wandered off."

"Uh, yeah. I know." Laken rubs at the back of their neck, fingers moving through the soft, shorn undercut beneath their longer black waves. "I'm sure that's it. Just... you know, sometimes he... when he gets nervous..."

"I got you." They adore Ben, sometimes, for how often they don't have to finish the sentences they don't want to say. He knows what words haven't yet spilled, unwilling. Sometimes he acts like he belongs to us, not like he loves us. Sometimes I can't trust him to find his way back on his own. Sometimes I feel like Jake, and I hate feeling like Jake.

Words die in their throat.

Ben squeezes their arm, gently. "Let's split up and search around. I'll go outside, you go around the house, okay? We verify how he is, then whichever one finds him tells the other. Sound good?" Ben smiles, and Laken relaxes a little, finding a smile for him in return.

"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Ben."

"No problem." Ben has always understood Chris, thanks to his little brother being similar in some ways. He understands Laken's worry, too, because better than anyone else here - he knows how Chris sometimes gets lost in his past, especially if he's drinking, worse the maybe twice Laken's ever seen him try an edible or a pill.

What if he got drunk and someone offered him something and he took it? Drunk Chris sometimes isn't a Chris who can easily turn down anything he's offered.

This party was a stupid idea.

Laken takes a deep breath and squares their shoulders.

Chris is not a child.

He is a goddamn grown man and Laken is not his keeper. They're not his parent and they're not a babysitter. They're definitely not his fucking... owner or whatever the bastards that hurt him would have called it. They're his partner. He can handle himself, better than they could if they'd lived his life, and they need to trust him to either know his limits and to get away if he can't say no, or to come to them if he wants to ask for help. Otherwise, they're not any better than the bullshit he's been buried in for longer than he's known them.

Ben goes to check outside, slipping silently out the sliding door onto the back porch where a small crowd has congregated in a cloud of skunky smoke, while Laken heads upstairs, peeking their head in to room after room with no sign of him anywhere. They see some movement under a pile of coats, but that's... definitely not Chris, based on the very female voices who yell at them to give them some fucking privacy, please.

"Sorry, Brit," Laken calls, closing the door tightly. "And, um, Leigh. Just looking for Chris-"

"Well, he isn't in here or we'd have kicked him out already," Brit says, cranky but without any real anger in her voice. Laken doesn't recognize the redhead whose eyes pop up from beneath the pile of coats next to her. "Check a different room."

"Yeah, I will. Uh... keep having fun, I guess-"

"That's the plan! Now leave, please!"

The door latches as they close it, and they exhale. There's one room left, at the end of the hall, and they can hear a familiar murmuring from behind the door when they press their ear up against it.

Laken knocks, rapping gently with their knuckles, and turns the knob when they hear no answer - but no demand to stay out either. The murmuring goes silent. They sigh, and the door swings open, light cutting across the carpet until it reveals their wayward boyfriend.

No one has claimed this bedroom yet, so it's bare and empty except for a couple unpacked cardboard boxes, Brit's exercise bike by the window, a couple of her yoga mats, a laundry basket with a few folded towels, and a bare mattress the last housemate had left behind on the floor when they moved out.

Laken's lips press together, eyes scanning the room. Chris's phone is on the mattress, along with an empty beer bottle, but Chris isn't. "Chris? Cariño?"

A muffled rustling makes them jump, heart in their throat, and then they realize the sound came from the closet, where the folding doors are closed. Laken pulls them open to reveal Chris curled up, knees nearly to his chin, an open bottle clutched in one hand, his chewy necklace in the other. He'd chosen the bat one tonight, and his hand is closed around it in such a tight fist Laken can tell his knuckles are white even in the dark.

Chris doesn't look at them. He's swaying, rocking forward and back, his eyes focused on something far, far away from them. There's red lines on his left wrist, where he's dug his nails in, scratching not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Laken takes a deep breath, shifting into a crouch.

"Talk to me, Chris."

"No." The answer is flat, and they watch his thumb rub over the little nub of the silicone bat's nose, the points of its tiny ears. "No, no, no. No."

At least he's saying it out loud.

That alone makes the knot of anxiety in their chest start to loosen. If he can say no, he isn't gone, maybe just... standing a little farther back, inside his own head, than the surface.

"Okay. Okay, that's fine. No talking, that's fine. Are you okay, baby?" Laken keeps their voice just above a whisper and lays their hand on the wood trim that frames this shitty excuse for a closet, the floor creaking under them. "You... kind of vanished on me, there."

Chris's eyes flick to them and then away again. "Loud," He manages, and he sounds like he's forcing the word out between gritted teeth. Maybe he is. "Too, too, too... too loud. Too much, too... many."

"I guess Ben called it." Laken sighs, pulling out their phone and sending Ben a quick text that they found Chris and everything's fine. they get a thumbs-up in reply almost immediately. Ben must have been as anxious as they are, if he was just watching for their text to come in. "Do you want me to call Jake to come get you, or..."

"No!" He snaps it, and Laken tries not to wince. He's just struggling with the noise of the party, they tell themself, he's not actually angry. Chris almost never gets angry, and even then it's only at himself. Which... is worse, somehow. "No. Just... Quiet, it's... it's it's quiet."

"Right. Do you want me to stay with you? Be quiet with you?"

He shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything else. His mouth moves, but no further sounds come out.

"Chris, did..." They want to ask, did someone say something to you? Sometimes people said things, referenced pets or something in a way that set him off. But even if someone had... he probably wouldn't tell them, at least not now, not when every word seemed to have to filter through layer after layer of self-protection in his mind. "Never mind. Is there anything I can do for you? Water, or..."

He shakes his head. "No. Just. Um. Quiet... quiet, now. Please?"

"Yeah." Laken leans over and presses a kiss to his hair. He tips his head against their lips and they exhale in relief. "I love you, Chris. Come back if you can, but if you can't, that's okay, too. Just don't hurt yourself, okay? Things should start winding down in a couple hours." They take the little plastic bat and push it against the hand that's still scratching at his shoulder, until he takes hold of it again, pressing it against his mouth and running it back and forth, back and forth.

Chris is quiet, but as they open the door to head back into the hallway, they hear a quiet, "Love, love you," from Chris, barely audible.

They smile as they close the door. Down the hall, the sounds of the party hit them like a brick, beckoning them back to the noise and the cheer and the awful fucking Christmas music still blaring at top volume. Someone yells something out and the whole damn crowd cheers, making Laken wince at it feels nearly deafening.

Maybe Chris has the right idea.

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Let's talk about Tidus and Yuna, shall we?

As someone who enjoys FFX, this probably should have come a long time ago. Tidus and Yuna's characters in the original Final Fantasy 10 are excellent.

Tidus successfully portrays a seventeen-year-old boy in this fantasy situation - slightly annoying, slightly arrogant because of his famous father and his own famous Blitzball career, and utterly overwhelmed by being thrust into an entirely new world without knowing if he can go home.

While FFX tries to fake you out into thinking it's a time-travel story where he has been thrust 1000 years into the future, the city of Zanarkand is a physical location in Spira that just requires you to be made of pyreflies to enter (aka dead or a summon). This makes Tidus essentially a summon, which is an interesting theory for another day. This means Zanarkand is just a place that hasn't changed in 1000 years, likely in some infinite loop imagining and reimagining people who had once lived there - warping them slowly over time, but ultimately just trying to keep the city alive (which is how we got Tidus from Shuyin, I think, idk I really don't care for 10-2's plot). The fayth were trying to imagine what would happen if Zanarkand was never destroyed, but I think they simply would have started running out of ideas for new people who lived there, so it did end up looping old characters into slightly newer forms. Like fanfiction characters, honestly.

But it's so great to see Tidus's journey. He starts the game a confused outsider just trying to survive, someone who doesn't mind speaking up about how he feels and what he believes. His outsider perspective provides a means for the audience to be introduced to Spira's world building as well, and we also get to see an unbiased point of view to Yevon's religion - and not necessarily a disrespectful one. Tidus, though he doesn't preach Yevon as a devout follower for his entire life, still tries to make an effort to be respectful of the good parts. When Shelinda corrects him, "That's MAESTER Seymour, or LORD Seymour", he says "Sorry, I'll be careful."

He dashes into the Cloister of Trials to save the summoner who might be in danger, regardless of the rules or presincts, because he's got a childish outlook life and a good heart despite his many inital arrogant qualities. He wants the best outcome, he's willing to believe in doing the right thing even when it's hard, and yeah it's unrealistic at times, but it's a breath of fresh air for the people of Spira who live rather docile lives always in fear of Sin and dedicating themselves to the kindness of Yevon's teachings. He admits "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea" after he breaks the rules for the first time, and watching Yuna on her pilgrimage and how she interacts with the people who admire her for her father and her own summoner status allows Tidus to humble himself while still remaining fundamentally defiant to anything he doesn't agree is right - aka Yuna sacrificing herself.

Religion isn't always a bad thing, and FFX makes a point to emphasize this. The people of Spira are kind and respectful, banding together in the hard times and unting together to have hope. Yuna is initially a beacon of hope - all summoners are - making people smile and flock to her wherever she goes, and she gives people respect and encourages them to have faith not only in her, but in themselves as well. Even when she's branded a traitor, a significant number of people recognize Yuna's dedication to the people and immediately believe the next tale about it all being an evil Al-Bhed rumor.

Yevon's corruption is just a few people abusing their power, twisting a good message into a cult-like dedication. Wakka is the most notable case, but technically all of the characters go through a period of blindly believing in the teachings and Yevon and eventually finding their own path. Even Tidus, who didn't grow up believing in Yevon or knowing its teachings, finds that the people's way of life living in rightful fear of Sin has them NEEDING Yevon and the messages of kindness and compassion it preaches. Maybe they shouldn't believe in everything the Maesters say Yevon is, but he can understand the intentions behind it and how the regular, uncorrupt people just live their lives trying to be good.

Now that I think about it, the parallels between Yevon and Blitzball actually make a lot of sense - Blitzball is the entertainment people go to in order to forget about the fears of Sin, and Yevon is the religion people worship in an effort to band together and have hope against Sin. Huh. No wonder a Blitzball sign for victory became a religious thing.

Anyway, Wakka eventually apologizes! He recognizes that the Al-Bhed are just people. They don't believe in Yevon's ways BECAUSE they care, just from a different perspective. Just because they don't believe in Yevon doesn't mean they're savages, and when their Home is destroyed by merciless Guado, he hears them singing the Hymn of the Fayth to respect their fallen as well. Wakka admits he didn't want to hear anything he didn't agree with, that he was a jerk, and Cid agrees that he's hated Yevonites just for being Yevonites too.

Here's a Wakka glare just for our collective amusement.

Who were we talking about? Ah, Tidus.

Tidus is indeed a whiny character, childish, toeing the line between humor and annoyance. But he matures throughout the course of his journey, caring for the entire crew but Yuna especially. When they reach Zanarkand and learn the truth about the Final Summoning, Lulu tells him, "If you want everything, you'll end up with nothing," and he replies, "But I want everything!" His unwavering hope and optimism even when everyone is telling him it's impossible is necessary for the story, to tell the characters that yes, your sacrifices will be pretty and give temporary relief, and you'll be dead and martyred and remembered - but how can it be right? It's not.

From his basic, outsider, new perspective on this world he only just joined, it's not right. He didn't grow up with this being normal, so even in comparison to the Al-Bhed, he knows that it's not.

There's a saying somewhere that I forget the source, but basically it goes like "Children are raised to believe the world is good and fair but are outraged when they grow to learn it is not." Tidus asks what an ADULT would do, sacrificing a summoner and just moving on with their lives like it was fine to give one life for many, just happy it wasn't them. Adults are indoctrinated into a way of life and a way of thinking, and it's extremely hard to get people to change their minds - but not, as FFX proves, impossible. Both he and Yuna are still kids, kids who are still able to grow up to see the world for what it truly is.

Yuna was betrayed by Yevon, all her beliefs torn down and the hope she had placed on the system shattered. But she continued her pilgrimage. She dreamt of all the fun things she could do if she quit, knew that all of her friends and Guardians would accept her choice, but she knew she could never let it go. She stood up to the Ronso saying that she was fighting for the people, not the temples or Yevon - impressing Kelk Ronso who says she has an iron will that towers over Gagazette's peaks.

She has given her everything to this trip, but it's not fair. Just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean it's right - and you need a character like Tidus to put his foot down and say no. Everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves, everyone is willing to be the one to die so that others can be happy. But it's not fair. It's not right to let anyone die, even if they're willing, even if it's one for many. It's a temporary fix, it's feeding an endless cycle of lies and false hope. It's not real.

But it is YUNA who ultimately makes the choice to say no. All this time, she's been insisting she keeps going despite both Rikku and Tidus's protests and desperate attempts to get her to change her mind. She's been the most resolute out of all of them to go through with this, but in the end, it's not Tidus or Rikku who kill Yunalesca before she can get the chance or present her a stirring enough argument or some alternative. No, it's Yuna who asks directly what the cycle of the Final Summoning and Sin mean, hearing that the hope they offer is false, and when asked who will be her fayth, everyone is silent, waiting for her answer - because it is Yuna'a choice, Yuna's pilgrimage, Yuna's story. And she says, "No one."

She would have gladly died for the people of Spira, but she is done. She isn't going to join into this cycle of death and lies. Her father chose to become a summoner and defeated Sin, but it was because he truly believed that it would make a difference. He died because he had hope, and maybe it was indeed false hope, but somewhere deep down, he really did want to find a way to stop Sin for good. He and Jecht went into that battle hoping that Jecht and Auron would find a way to break the cycle. And let's be honest, they did. Tidus and Yuna were brought up differently, but they end up seeing each other's sides of the story and agreeing on so many things. The people are worth fighting for even when they're being misled.

Yunalesca's argument is that sorrow will always exist, and false hope is all anyone can offer to soften the blow. But Yuna is ready to live with her sorrow and brave whatever comes from it. She will find her own hope, even without knowing there will be another way, and she knows she will conquer it. She proved it long before she reached Zanarkand, after enduring Yevon's betrayal; now her methods have changed, but her end goal is as resolute as it's always been. She's going to defeat Sin, and she's going to give people REAL hope, even when it's hard.

Yuna says no to Yunalesca. She joins in the fight to destroy the Final Summoning forever, and slowly she learns that she can function beyond Yevon's teachings. The team who made 10-2 seemed to think that Yuna needed to toughen up and become some kind of badass (which they failed at portraying, Yuna is an utter wreck in that game and let's not talk about how Rikku devolved), but she was already a freaking strong character! She stood up for herself the entire game as a strong-willed summoner willing to give her life for the cause, but she also stood up for herself by declaring she would LIVE. It's entirely in character for her, even when she's changing her mind and broadening her horizons. Yuna was the character who smiled even knowing she was on a long, slow journey that would end in her death, who was willing to do it if it would make others smile too. That is a strong character right there.

I do agree that she might not know what to do with her life now that she doesn't plan to die, but come on, don't make her into a wanna-be who tries to pretend like she doesn't care only to reveal yup she cares, what a pushover. Her caring nature is what makes her great to watch! Frustrating when she tries to do everything on her own with the Seymour thing, but entirely in character. Empowering when she makes her own choices and decides for herself. I don't know why she does nothing for two whole years during Eternal Calm but okay maybe I can see it. But for her to try doing a 180, respecting no one and no one respecting her even though she DEFEATED SIN was such a mistake. Plus the mini games in 10-2 are utterly atrocious. Anyway, tangent over.

But then the script has flipped at the end of 10. Tidus is the one that realizes Zanarkand is what Sin is protecting, that defeating Sin will make the whole city and everyone made from the dream disappear. He is the one who has to sacrifice himself for Sin to be defeated. Unlike summoners, however, Sin won't come back if he does this. He's grown across the journey just like Jecht did, following a summoner and learning what it means to want to give your life living in hope that it'll save everyone else.

Yuna has to sacrifice the Aeons she's forged her own bond with - which, remember, every summoner makes a unique bond with the aeons. She has to say goodbye to Auron, see Sir Jecht only one more time as he gives his life as an Aeon and uses the last of his power to give his sword for the final battles to fight on (did ya notice that?). Then, in the final tragic scene, Tidus becomes intangible and tries to say a cheerful goodbye, apologizing for not being able to show her Zanarkand like they had pondered when Yuna was dreaming of the things she'd do if she abandoned her pilgrimage and lived. Now, Yuna is the one having to say goodbye to the one sacrificing their life. The soft piano, the wailing of the colorful pyreflies as they disperse with all the dead, it's freaking beautiful man.

Yuna's final line hits hard too, her speech about how everyone has lost homes, dreams, and friends. They can build new homes and new dreams, even if they can't get back lost friends. "The people and the friends that we have lost...or the dreams that have faded...never forget them." Get it? Be...Because Tidus is a dream that faded? Anyway I'll just be crying in the corner over here don't mind me.

In the end, it's sort of understandable why Yuna just sits around in Besaid after the end of 10 during Eternal Calm. Maybe. Not only did she have no plans for her life after Sin was defeated (thinking she would be the one to die), but she lost her entire purpose in life AND she's reeling from the fact that even though she made the choice not to sacrifice herself just for everyone else's false hope, someone still had to give their life - Tidus. Someone still ended up dying for the cause, even after all she went through deciding to live.

The ONLY moments I actually respect Yuna from 10-2 is during the end, when Nooj volunteers a plan to give his life to win the battle (which was already stupid even before Yuna's speech because we're talking about an Unsent, Nooj your plan does nothing to stop someone who's already dead, idiot). Yuna's lines are extremely good and well voice acted too: "'We had no choice.' Always 'We had no choice.' Those are our magic words. We repeat them to ourselves again and again. But you know... The magic never worked! The only thing we're left with is regret. No. I don't want this anymore. I don't want friends to die...or fade away. I don't want battles where we have to lose in order to win."

It also demonstrates better than that stupid minigame how difficult it was for Yuna to have destroyed the aeons she had forged a bond with. What I'm saying is, fuck Beclem and everyone else who dares disrespect Yuna, summoners, and everything they went through. Even though that time and age in Spira might be over, that's NO reason to immediately scoff in the face of everything all those people went through - everything YUNA sacrificed and endured for the sake of these ungrateful whelps.

Both Tidus and Yuna were excellent protagonists of X, despite both of them having a lot of growing to do. In conclusion, let me make use of this fun poll feature if you made it this far down:

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Febuwhump Day 11: Time loop

CW: Fatal injuries, blood, mention of torture

Continued from Day 8.

AO3

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Time set out an hour after his conversation with Four. He'd wanted to go sooner, but Sky had dropped into another fit of terrified screams and struggles. Despite his weakened state, he'd broken Hyrule's nose and bitten Wind's hand hard enough to break a bone before he collapsed again. Time hoped desperately that when - when - he recovered he would remember nothing and his injured brothers would indeed forgive him.

Once that was resolved, Time took Warriors and Twilight aside and told them, "Four has given me an idea for something that might help. I'm going to go back to that dungeon."

"I'm coming with you," said Twilight immediately.

"You're not," said Time. "I'm going back alone and I'm going to confront that mage, but I don't know whether my idea will work if anyone is with me. It's not worth the risk."

Warriors nodded. "Can you tell us what the plan is?"

Time shook his head. "This is all I'll say: I should be back in a couple of hours. If I'm not back after three, I'm leaving you two in charge. Do what seems best."

They'd come looking for him, he knew that, but he'd leave it to them to make their own plans as to how and when. He clasped each of their shoulders and added, "Take care of the others. And keep a good eye on Sky. I hope before long you'll see an improvement."

Twilight frowned and grabbed Time's wrist as he started to step away. "Old man… you're not going to do anything stupid, are you? Like sacrifice yourself in his place?"

Time shook his head. "That's certainly not what I'm planning to do."

Warriors smiled wryly. "I don't like the way you emphasized that," he said. "But all right, keep your secrets. We'll give you three hours."

Twilight was still gripping Time's wrist, but as Time met his eye he slowly relaxed and stepped back. "Be careful," he said softly.

Time nodded. "I will," he said firmly. He shot a last glance towards where Sky lay, Wild at his side now, his eyes still open and blank. Then he turned and walked away, heading back towards the dungeon where all this had happened. He didn't know if this would work. He didn't even know if the mage would have returned to their previous haunts having driven off the intruders. He just had to try.

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He reached the dungeon after a walk of an hour and four minutes. It had taken two and a half hours to cover the same distance with a helpless, delirious Sky, but he couldn't think about that now. The door by which they'd fled was still open, almost inviting them to return, and Time could feel the same dark aura as when they'd been there before. He let out a disgusted hiss of breath through his teeth, then took out the Ocarina of Time, clenching his fist around it. It always felt cold in his hand. He had promised himself he would never use it again.

He especially didn't want to do what he was about to try.

But he knew how awful a time loop could be. Hopefully the mage would feel the same way.

Before the memories could start to gather in earnest, he marched through the door.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

He heard someone laugh. An echo of the sound rattled around the stone room, warping and twisting into a sound like Sky's sobs.

"Show yourself!" he called. His voice didn't echo at all.

The texture of the air changed and a figure appeared in front of him, quite clear though it seemed to be made out of gray smoke. The mage smiled.

"I wondered when one of you would come back," he said. "If you're here to apologize for invading my home and beg me to release that one I cursed, get on your knees and do so. I'll listen and judge if it's to my satisfaction." He grinned. "I am enjoying myself, though, so I may ask a price. It struggles so deli-"

"I'm not here to beg for anything," Time interrupted, forcing himself to ease his enraged grip on the Ocarina. Now would be a very bad time to find out if it could break. "I can trap you as surely as you've trapped my friend and I've come to demand his release."

The mage laughed again. "Oh, how wonderful! You might even be more fun, if you'd care to offer an exchange."

As Time had told Twilight, that was not the plan. With a deep breath, he tried to ignore the ticking noise that was starting to ring softly in his ears and raised the Ocarina, playing that familiar handful of notes. The world reversed around him, the mage disappearing before his eyes, and he was whisked back to the doorway.

He walked in again.

The mage appeared, this time without laughing. He looked quizzical.

"What was that?" he asked.

"How I'm going to trap you until you release my friend." Time smiled grimly. "We're going to replay this meeting and this conversation over and over again as many times as it takes for you to release my friend."

The mage snarled. "It's mine for as long as I want to hold it!"

Time played the Song of Time again. He was pulled back to the doorway and walked in again.

"Release my friend," he said as soon as the mage appeared.

The mage hurled a bolt of something that crackled like lightning and shone like steel. It caught Time in the chest and pinned him to the wall, his vision whiting out for a moment in agony. He heard himself let out a groaning cry as if from a distance. But he retained enough strength and presence of mind to raise the Ocarina to his lips and play.

He was back at the doorway. He walked in again.

"Release my friend."

It went on and on. The mage raged and cursed. He hurled magic and stones and weapons at Time. The mouthpiece of the Ocarina was covered in blood and blood bubbled at the finger-holes as Time played it over and over again through mortal injuries.

He lost track of how many times he'd been through the loop.

He lost track of how many times he'd used his final breath to play the Song of Time.

He just kept count of the minutes and seconds that passed every time. How far he had to go back to stand at that doorway and walk through it again.

"Release my friend." His voice was hoarse. He'd repeated the words so many times they sounded like meaningless noise in his ears, but he forced them out anyway.

The mage also looked exhausted, glaring at him from eyes that now glowed red in his gray face. Suddenly he grinned. He snapped his fingers, then started to cast another spell. Time recognised it as the one he'd cast on Sky.

He'd released him and was about to curse Time instead.

The plan wasn't to offer a trade. Though he knew reversing time would also undo the removal of the curse, Time's hands flashed up again. Again he was at the door. Again he walked in.

"No trades!" he roared. "Release my friend!"

The mage tried the same thing twice more. He tried releasing Sky and then killing Time. Time reset the loop over and over again. His vision was blurring. The ticking in his ears was getting worse. He could almost see the grinning face of the moon on the ceiling of the dungeon.

He played the Song of Time again.

And again.

And again.

At last, he and the mage were staring at each other in silence once more. The red of the mage's eyes had faded again. He looked like smoke now, insubstantial. Time wondered if he could waft him away with a hand.

"My friend," he said softly, hoping it wasn't obvious that his head was pounding and he felt like he was about to faint. "Release him and go."

The mage lifted a lip in a snarl.

"And if I return to my camp and find that you've tried to trick me, I can put myself and you back to the beginning of this loop," Time added. "This will go on for eternity if you do not release him."

"I release… your friend and in exchange you end the loop and free me," said the mage reluctantly.

"Yes. So you see, we made a trade after all. Him for you."

The mage snorted. "Done," he said. He snapped his fingers, then disappeared. The dark aura faded. Time was standing alone in an empty stone room. He turned and staggered to the doorway, gasping in the clean, cool air outside, suddenly terribly dizzy. It was starting to rain.

In a moment's cold clarity, as he looked down at his fingers clutched around the Ocarina, the time added up in his head.

Five minutes as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

Four days, eight hours, seven minutes, and fifty-three seconds for him.

With that thought, he finally collapsed.

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(No points for guessing my favourite scene in Doctor Strange)

Continued on Day 18

[joelsgirl]

DBF!Joel who’s in the criminal underground with your dad fucking you in the gambling den behind the bar their crime family owns. 🫠

Jesus Christ this is my new favourite thing, thank you so much!! Credit: I stole the enforcer idea from @ruedjarin whom I love dearly. Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Mafia AU + Want to see more? I'd love to see some requests, here!

When it comes to bad men, he's the worst of them. Top enforcer to the mob, second in command to your father's empire and his right hand man, he knew he should have walked away... but you were the forbidden fruit Joel just couldn't resist. The way you looked at him, the teasing glances and flirtatious smiles... it didn't take long for him to make his move, and he'd been fucking you ever since.

You hadn't realized what you'd gotten yourself into when this little dance first started. For someone as old as your dad, he was insatiable. More stamina than anyone you'd ever been with... it started as a few clandestine meetings here and there; fucking in the back alley or in your bedroom when your dad was away - but now it was almost daily. There was something so alluring about an older man, especially one as intimidating as him. He was the only one who didn't treat you like the fragile little princess they made you out to be, and to hell with being the king pin's daughter.

He didn't care.

Not then, and not now that he had you in the middle of the gambling den, pinned against the poker table. The bottom of your tight little mini dress pulling up around your waist, the top yanked down exposing those perfect little tits he loved so much. Your hips pressed against the edge, feeling the hard wood grind against your clit as the loop of a belt between your lips was jerked back. He loves it when your back arches for him, loves being able to watch your tits bounce as he fucks you. His cock so big, you can feel your stomach bulge from the size of it.

The belt muffles your screams, only slightly but both of you watch the door into the back of the bar just incase. Not that it'd matter, if anyone came through it now they'd get one hell of a show. A particularly harsh tug forces the back of your head against his broad chest, your hair tickling your lower back as he forces you into a deeper curve. "Such a pretty little whore for me, aren't you, baby?" He growls in your ear, lips nipping at your skin as a large hand comes down on your ass. Slapping it so hard you just know it's left a print.

You can't speak, the thick leather stopping the words from forming but you try anyway. Whimpering at the hold he has on you, and how hard he's drilling your tight little cunt. "Yes, daddy, I'm your little slut.... please..." It's barely audible, but your need for him can't be sated. You try to grind your ass against him, to rock back and meet every thrust but he's left you no room. Fucking you too fast to allow the space needed, still, he can feel how eager you are.

You're so small compared to him, his body towering over you as your toes barely scrape the floor, the force of his fucking lifting you. Every time he uses you, you wonder how you survive, how you don't break in his grasp, but he knows your limits - even if he pushes you dangerously close to them. "This is what you deserve, isn't it? To be fucked like the little toy that you are, used as my cock sleeve. Walking around here teasing an old man..." Harder strokes to emphasize his words. You can feel another orgasm coming, you've lost count of how many times he's made you cum but he doesn't stop, he never stops. Not until he's ready.

"Yeah, this is exactly what you deserve."

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 16

Luffy x Reader

"HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!! IS ANYONE HERE?!!!!" Luffy called into the darkness, running around. "ZORO?! NAMI?! SANJI?! JINBE-"

"Oi! Cut it out," you told the loud boy.

"Hm?" Luffy turned to you. "Who are you?"

A simple question yet difficult to answer. You shifted your sitting position, tapping your chin. A few minutes of silence passed by as you hummed. Finally, you looked at the strawhat boy.

"I remember being called [N/n] once but I don't think that was my name," you answer him.

"Okay, where are we?" Luffy glanced around to emphasize he didn't know where he is.

"The void, limbo, eternal darkness," you shrug your shoulders. "Call it what you want, we're in the middle of nowhere."

"Huh, weird..." Luffy commented as adjusted his strawhat back. "Welp, it was nice meeting you but I gotta find the exit!"

"There is no-" You couldn't finish since he took off in a random direction. "...exit."

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"Took you a while to get back," you greeted the strawhat boy as he came from the opposite direction he ran off to.

"Huh? How did I get back here?" Luffy inquired, scratching his head.

"I'm not sure but I think this place loops back to where you start."

"No, that can't be right." He started running in another direction.

"I already tried!" You tell him but he was already out of sight. "He'll figure it out for himself eventually."

You leaned onto your back, closing your eyes. It felt a little strange getting company again, but you found the boy amusing to keep you entertained. The sound of footsteps passes by a few times, luring you to sleep.

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"Hey, [N/n]." 

You woke up to the ravenette male shaking your torso. Peaking an eye open, he got the message you were listening. Letting go of you, he plopped down facing you.

"Do you know where the exit is?"

You sat up, looking at the boy who stared blankly at you. Ruffling your hair, you sighed, "What's your name?"

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy, the man who will be the future king of the pirates!" For the situation he's in, this guy sure is enthusiastic.

"Well, Luffy, I tried telling you earlier but you were busy running around."

"Shishishi, my bad," Luffy chuckled. "So, where is the exit?"

"There is no exit."

"What?" The smile disappeared, replaced with disbelief.

"There. Is. No. Exit." You repeated to the pirate, slower this time so process the words easier.

"That's crap!" Luffy yelled at you. "There has to be an exit here somewhere!"

You shrug your shoulders and folded your arms. You leaned away from him in case he shouted in your ear again. "Well, in my time here I've never found an exit, don't know how long that's been," you mumble the last part.

"Maybe you didn't look hard enough!"

"You might be right, I mean, I did see a few people appear and disappear from time to time." You frown your brows, trying to recall when they came and how they left. Shuffling through the empty memories, you could only ever recall seeing them but never how they came or left. "I think the last one had an orange hat with two blue faces on the brim."

"ACE WAS HERE!?!" Luffy gasped, leaning dangerously close to your face.

You placed a hand on his face and pushed him back, not wanting any accidents to happen.

"The name rings a bell," you replied. "The guy kinda looked like you, you related or something?"

"Ace is- ...Ace was my brother..."

Silence floods the room, bringing heavy tension into the air. You sense the sadness in the boy's heart, you could connect the dots. You glanced to the side.

"I see..." You let silence hang around for a little longer before continuing. "What's the year out there?"

"1524, I think."

"So it's been two years," you muttered to yourself with a smirk. "Heh, shorter than the last time I checked."

"Last time?" Luffy tilted his head in curiosity.

"Heh heh, well, last I asked fifty years had passed since the visitor before your brother."

"WHAT?!" Luffy's eyes popped out of their sockets. "BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE MY AGE!"

You let out a loud laughing fit. Whether you thought his response was genuinely funny or the insanity's way of reacting to your messed up situation, you laughed hard enough that tears fell from your eyes. Recollecting yourself, you wipe the water from your cheek and smile at him.

"Yeah... I couldn't believe it myself when I found out how much time passed the first time I asked." Your smile shrinks to a sadder one. "It's been over 800 years..."

"YOU'RE THAT OLD!?" Luffy's jaw dropped to the floor. You nod in response. His face became blank, a hand scratching the back of his head. "Wait... 800 years... 800 years..." Steam flew out of his brain. "Wait, that's the void century!"

"The what?" You stared at him puzzled.

"At least, that's what Robin calls it. Something about the history of that century erased from existence..." Luffy scratched his head some more.

"Oh... I see." You bit your lip.

It was one thing to know you've been gone from your world for over 8 centuries, but to know that everything known about your era is gone from existence hit differently. You had hoped that if you somehow got out of the void you'd find some elements of home sticking around. That was the last dream that kept you going.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Luffy asked, noticing your slumped shoulders and the hair falling over your eyes. He watched as you tipped to your side, laying down, curling into a ball. "[N/n]?"

"What's the point in talking to me? You'll leave anyway, back to wherever you came from... Someone's probably looking for you... Friends, family... you'll see them soon enough."

"Well yeah, but sitting here and doing nothing will be boring," Luffy pouted.

"At least they're coming from you..." You let your arm limp over your stomach, your eyes staring at the endless abyss. "No one's coming for me."

[archivewilliamrikerstblog]

She’s Wrong You Know - William Riker X Reader

Summary: Reader receives a message from their mother that leaves them devastated. Riker is there to help his partner cope in the wake of it. 

Word Count: 650+

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): -

Author’s Note: I had a bad day and a bad interaction with my mother. So I wrote this in like 45 minutes. 

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Riker didn't know what to expect upon stepping into your quarters; but to find you in tears certainly wasn't it.

You are seated on the couch, PADD in hand. Hot tears burn at your eyes and had left a trail down your face. You had tried to hide it, sniffling your sobs when you heard the door open.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong?" There is a small degree of urgency in his tone as Riker quickly closed the distance between you. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he takes up a place next to you.

You can't find the words, biting your lip to keep from starting off again with more bouts of tears. Instead, you hand Riker the PADD with the message you had read still on display.

Riker looks from you to the PADD, gently taking it. He sends you one last glance before starting to read.

In all the time he had known you, had been with you; you never mentioned your family. Reading now, Riker could see why.

Less a message and more of a lecture; sent by your mother. Your mother didn't mince her words as she detailed her disappointment and displeasure at you - her child.

"Y/N. . . I-- I'm sorry." Riker didn't know what to say. Sure, he was no stranger to the lack of love from a parent. But this wasn't at all the mere absence of care he had enduring, this was hate.

So he did the only thing he could think to do. Riker pulled you close, looping an arm over your shoulder.

Choking back another sob; you turn in to hide your face against his chest, wetting his uniform with your tears.

Riker doesn't mind-- doesn't think to be concerned over the state of his clothes. Too busy trying to think, of what he could possibly say to make any of this alright.

"It's gonna be alright. I promise."

"She's wrong you know? You're smart. You matter."

"You matter to me, so much. You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

It takes a while, Riker doesn't know how long, for you to calm down. Slowly taking steady breaths again the tears have run dry. Slowly, you pull back.

"Thank you." You speak, voice small and shake-y.  You try to meet his eyes but find it a hard task. A little bit of shaming running through you, embarrassed almost.

"Hey now, none of that." Riker spoke with a shake of his head, a small amount of disbelief in his voice.

"I don't want you dealing with this alone. This is--"

"Nothing new. Nothing I didn't. . . Nothing I didn't already know, you know?" You cut him off with a sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Riker couldn't stop himself from asking. He didn't want to sound accusatory, he just wanted to understand.

"To be honest, I never expected her to get in contact with me. I guess. . . Well I had hoped she had just sort of forgotten about me." You offer Riker a weak smile as you lean against him.

"I had thought with time she might accept things as they are. I guess I was wrong."

Riker reaches up, caressing your face for a moment before gently coaxing you into looking at him. Your eyes meet his, the blue a whorl of emotions that you can't place.

"You have plenty of people here who love you, who can and do recognize your worth. Don't ever doubt that Y/N. The Enterprise can be your family if you would like it to be-- you already have me." Each word spoken with conviction, emphasized so that you may believe him. He needs you to believe him.

"I. . . Thank you. I don't know where I would be without you." You don't know what to say. Just how to get across just how much his words meant to you, how much he means to you.

"You'd be the same bright and successful person you are now-- you did that on your own. Only. . . You'd be getting a lot more sleep."

[shirophantomvox]

“Longing for Attention” Illumi x Reader

Hello anon! Thank you for this awesome request! This story consists of a little angst and fluff towards the end. I can truly say that this story is the closest to Illumi’s canon characteristics. If you all did not know, I am celebrating my 100 follower goal! If you’d like to participate in this event, click this link. Please note that requests for this event will close on July 15th at 12 AM EST. The post will have all of the rules and prompts!

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“I swear I’ll haunt you in your sleep, Zoldyck! ‘Ya hear me, boy?!”

A body thudded as this man’s speech was cut short. A tired Illumi Zoldyck came calmly walking towards his target with the straightest face ever. Even at the sight of blood, darker than any he had seen, his lips remained neutral and his eyes remained half-lidded as they were. The sound of the mini heel on his green loafers echoed as he continued to approach the deceased man before him. The ballroom was completely empty, leaving Illumi all by himself for who knows why and what else could happen.

Being a bounty hunter was challenging in itself but being a bounty hunter and dating an assassin is a totally different story. Criminals began to spread the word of your alliance with the Zoldycks and formed many gangs to retaliate against you both. Both of you have been shot at, stabbed a few times, and even been robbed! After being robbed at gunpoint and dealing with trauma, it nearly made you quit your job because of the stress and life endangering events faced almost everyday but for Illumi, it didn’t phase him at all. Not in the slightest. After being robbed of his engagement ring, he simply went to another jewelry store and bought another. He did not cry, quiver, or shutter.

After Illumi phoned his father and gave him a brief overview of his success, he proceeded to the exit. The light flickered, giving the impression that an eerie figure stood at the end of the hallway. Electricity hummed the closer someone approached it, sounding like a fly trying to find its way back outside. An atmosphere like this one did not bother Illumi in the slightest but he did not like being there no longer tha needed.

“Y/n! Y/n! I know you can hear me!”

“Now is not the time to play around. We need to vacate the premises immediately,” He thought to himself. He began to bang on doors, opened them up, and yelled your name to the heavens trying to find you.

“Oh! I know,” he said out loud, snapping his fingers.

He opened a tracking app on his iPhone that displayed all of his contacts that had recently shared their location with him. Once he began the search, it revealed that you were 400 kilometers away. Tracking your phone was something he did every time he could not find you. At times it was adorable and sometimes it was weird and intrusive. Illumi’s intrusive behavior stems from his mother, Kikyo and no matter how you put it, it is very unhealthy. Caring can easily turn into an obsession that can make you do unsound things.

“Illumi! I am in the bathroom. Can you give me a second,” you ask, slightly irritated, washing your hands quickly. You did not want to keep him waiting any longer. It was always a mystery if it was his anger or anxiety that prompted him to bust the door down just to make sure you were safe. Poor Illumi Zoldyck. His expression of love and how he cared for others was rather odd and unusual. It is safe to say that you were the best thing that has happened to him.

As you open the door, he stands with his long arms crossed in a huff, his long legs creating an upside down “V” shape gazing at you a slightly angry about your disappearance halfway through the mission.

“Where were you,” he asked, moving closer to you. “While I had to complete both of our jobs, you have been playing around in the bathroom.”

“Illumi, you’re—“

“Shhh—“ He placed his index finger over your mouth, bending down at eye level, and smiled devilishly. “—I’ll still pay you but you owe me a favor.”

“—But I wasn’t playing in the bathroom!”

As you were pleading your case, Illumi nonchalantly typed away on his phone. He quickly showed you his screen that listed your every step within the last few hours. It displayed where you were, the longitude and latitude, who you spoke with, and if you took any pictures. You had no idea that a smartphone could disclose so much personal information and since you have shared your location with him, he has access to it all.

“—Care to tell the truth?” Illumi raised his left eyebrow, using his somewhat intimidating tactic used when he was a child.

“Fine. Ugh! Why do you have to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“You’re…too overprotective. Give me some space sometime! Hell, you might be pleased to know where I was.”

“Pleased?! I nearly had a heart attack when I realized you were not by my side! Are you satisfied that my heart weakens everyday?”

“You’re so dramatic. You might want to take up acting, you know.”

“Ha, ha, so funny,” he said flatly.

As you roll your eyes in irritation, Illumi closes the leftover space between you two. Still bent over at eye level, he places his large hand on your cheek, blinks twice, while his straight face remains. His cold hearted personality seemed to always overshadow his body but all of his warmth seemed to be omitting from his palm.

“I care about you deeply. I cannot have you running away doing God knows what while we are on a dangerous mission like this one.”

“Illumi, I—“ He places his index finger over your mouth again, shushing you as he continues to, as they say, pour his heart out for once.

“I understand that you are a bounty hunter, but if I’m being honest it is a much different line of work than being an assassin. It is my job to care for you while I complete some of the harshest tasks on Earth.”

“I’m not a child, Illumi. Do you want to know what I was doing? Those longitude and latitude readings are very wrong, by the way.”

“Huh? Ok…where were you then?”

Still, your face was placed in his palm, his large eyes staring in yours somehow made you feel lost. Your delayed answer made his palm involuntarily tighten.

“I bought you this pocket sized white teddy bear…?” This statement was propositioned as a question rather than a statement because you were afraid of how he’d react. He was already startled and giving him a plushie would only make it worse. Instead of reacting calmly he would assume that giving him a plushie would imply that he was weak.

“…Valentine’s Day is a few days and I know you’ll be in Las Vegas handling business so I decided to buy you something that will remind you of me while you’re away.”

The small plushie was a white teddy bear holding a heart. It’s eyes were as big as Illumi’s. Before you could hold it up to him, he grabbed it rather gently, stood up straight, and held it in front of his eyes for examination. He turned it around a few times as if it was on a rotator. He placed his index finger inside of the keychain loop and finally smiled. He placed this small object against his heart just before he bent down to meet your eyes once again.

“I always think of you. Come to think of it, that must be why my shots have been off.”

His face scrunches in a humorous way. As usual, his smile fades away and returns to his neutral look. Illumi’s silence signaled that his mind was running a million miles a minute. So many questions and feelings begged to be released but something was preventing him from doing so. You could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to suffocate you with a bear hug but he wouldn’t do it. He has been trained to think that assassins do not need friends, cannot express their feelings, and can only do what is needed to get the job done. It’s ironic; the Zoldyck children are not allowed to have friends but they are allowed to have lovers only so they can reproduce and keep their legacy alive. Love has no part in their marriages; they are only contracts, literally. As in love as Kikyo and Silva were (and still are), it would seem like they’d emphasize the importance of love to their children. As a result, they all have adopted an odd way of showing affection for others.

In this instant, Illumi’s face appeared to be more endearing than before. His face had darkened significantly, his cheeks were fatter like they were stuffed slightly, and his eyes twinkled. You smiled as you have truly found the key to his heart. All this young man wanted and truly desired was to be loved not for his abilities or job, but for him and only him. Your warm hands, now on his cheeks, felt overwhelmed with warmth. Just the sight of him at that moment was breathtaking. The flickering power, the unrest souls in the next room of his targets, and the eerie atmosphere seem to fade while you gazed into his eyes. Pressing his cheeks together, puckering his lips was indeed both an amusing and cute sight to behold.

“You are so adorable, Illumi. Did you know that? This “bad boy” behavior and clutching a teddy bear is too much to take in. I might just send a photo to your mother. She’ll screech and tell the entire world.”

“You wouldn’t dare do that ,” he said, words muffled; lips still puckered. He seemed to flush more and more every time you’d remind him of how vulnerable he is right now.

“Try me!”

“Mother would just embarrass me, you know that!”

“I know. Then I’d be able to see the sweet, soft assassin that I see now. All warm and cuddly. I’m sure you just want to sit in the back seat of your Dodge and just fall fast asleep, am I right?”

“I plead the 5th,” he said flatly.

“I was right! Ha, ha!”

“Would you pipe down already?”

Illumi’s right hand was placed directly behind his torso carelessly pressed against his lower back. He appeared to be in pain but made no mistake. If asked about it, he’d lie just to debunk any statements about him being weak.

“What is in your hand? Let me see it.” Your demanding tone turned into one that a mother has, specifically Kikyo.

“It’s nothing,” he said, slightly wincing in pain.

“Let me see it now, Illumi or I swear I’ll—-“

“Fine! Fine! Just don’t make a big deal about it, alright?”

A promise is a promise; that is what you said to Illumi as you agreed to not over react once you saw his hand. A healed bruise nearly scarred the entire base part of his hand. A light red dotted cut looked as if someone took a exacto knife and grazed it. You gazed back into his eyes. He looked hurt; longing for attention for a cut that had already healed. As childish as it may seem, just the slightest bit of attention is something he craved, even if something like this had been healed a long time ago. Him wincing was something he conjured up to grasp your attention. He raised his hand in front of your mouth, leaving it bent for you to grab.

“Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

“Please,” he replies, smiling slightly again.

The touch of your soft, moist lips made his smile grow larger, his cheeks flushing yet again. A few overlapped lipstick stains remained on his hand, something he might get tattooed so everyone knew who he belonged to.

“Why can’t you be this way every time we finish missions? We could have sooo much fun.”

“If I have too much fun, I’d abandon my remaining missions and father would not like that at all. He might even put out a contract on me.”

You sigh somberly. Illumi had his moments of anger, roughness, and kept his distance but moments like this, where he wasn’t afraid to allow his softer side resurface made you feel content as if you completed a mission of your own. Gazing into his eyes one more time, they sparkled greatly.

“At least I can enjoy this while it lasts.”

[jimothystu]

HEY. we love a short king energy so... 5. “I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but I could really use your help here.” + suzufield, pls thank you *kissing your forehead*

*blushes* thank you for the kiss and the prompt! God, I love these idiots lmao.

Nick Suzuki x Cole Caufield - “I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but I could really use your help here.”

Cole wrenched his arms this way and that, a strand of string lights tangled around him in a way that could only be described as a disaster. How they got to be that tangled, he did not know. But there he stood on a step stool, over twenty feet of string lights wrapped around him. He’d promised Nick he’d put up the lights around the living room. They had been his idea, after all, and Nick was busy setting up the bedroom of their new place.

But Cole was starting to think he’d bitten off more than he could chew.

He twisted and turned, trying to pull his arms out from the knotted and tangled strings around him. Worse, he was starting to lose his balance. Sure, the step stool was only a foot or two above the ground, but with his arms so tangled in lights, he didn’t know if he’d be able to catch himself should he fall.

Swallowing his pride, Cole called out to his boyfriend. “Hey babe?”

“Yeah?” Nick asked, voice echoing down the hallway from the bedroom.

“Um, so I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but I could really use your help here,” Cole said sheepishly.

He heard Nick sigh heavily, then he swore he heard a soft chuckle. Then he came around the corner, and after seeing Cole, he laughed. “Babe, what the fuck?”

Cole pouted and flailed his arms, emphasizing his predicament. “Help.”

Cole’s pathetic expression only made Nick laugh harder. He shook his head fondly and put his hands on his hips. “How did this even happen?”

“I don’t know,” Cole said. “I was trying to put them up, and I was reaching for the hooks you put up, but somehow they got tangled, and when I tried to fix it, it got worse, and I can’t reach the hooks and I might fall.”

Nick’s laughter died down, but a smirk remained on his face. He approached, hands out in a reassuring manner. “Okay, just… stay still. You’re trembling like a chihuahua.”

Cole pouted and sighed in defeat. “Why are the walls so high?”

“They’re not,” Nick said. “You’re just so short.”

Cole’s pout turned into a glare, and Nick laughed. He looked up at him, since Cole was on the stool still, and smiled sweetly. “You’re the perfect height for me, babe,” Nick assured him. He held onto his hips to stabilize him.

Cole stepped off the stool hesitantly, like it was a full-sized ladder.

Nick smiled fondly at him and kissed his cheek softly when his feet landed on the ground. “There, see? That wasn’t so bad.”

Cole shrugged and shifted closer to him. “I’m still tangled, though.”

Nick chuckled. “Yeah, still have no idea how you managed that.” He brought his hands up and gently took a loop of lights off from around Cole’s neck.

“Thank you,” Cole muttered as Nick continued to unwrap the lights from him.

Nick smiled and shook his head. “Mhmm. How about I put up the lights? You finish the bedroom.”

“Okay,” Cole said, sounding defeated.

Nick kissed him softly to make him smile. “And then how about I join you in there?”

That made Cole perk up. He smiled brightly. “Okay.”

Nick laughed affectionately. Cole was something else, but God, did Nick love him.

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[salazarslytherin]

dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

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summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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[vegalocity]

How about 19, 20 and 26 for peachbun, please?

Love Meme

19. “I am only going to say this once, so you better listen – I love you.”

20.“I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.”

26. “You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.”

No Joke I rewrote this several times because the vibes kept feeling off until i finished it in a delirium at 4am last night

Also Season 3 spoilers

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He maybe shouldn’t have been surprised about how messed up Sun Wukong actually was.

Sure he’d spent that first long period of time while they were on the journey to find the True Fire of Samdhi distant, detached, and for the most part put together, only a small glimpse of what was true coming out that day when he was delusional, emphasized by Ghost Pepper eccentricity and as lost in a memory as he had been. He was still angry at the time sure, he would still be angry at the monkey for a long while still at the point that it had happened, but maybe if he’d been paying a bit more attention it wouldn’t have taken him by such surprise. Especially when he came back to himself and shut down entirely.

But then through no better options everyone began to properly bond from close quarters (and after getting Xiaojiao back from that scare with the True Fire of course) and it became far easier to see a different, more candid side to the great sage that he’d seen only hints of when his grudge was still too great to see clearly. And Pigsy had realised just how much he’d wanted to see more of it.

That dumb snorty laugh that sounded so much different than one would expect out of him, the gentleness in his tone when he’d handle Xiaotian when he thought the others weren’t around, those awkward anxiety filled attempts at keeping everyone in the loop without closing up and insisting that whatever problem had arisen he could handle it on his own.

The difference in how he smiled was one of the things Pigsy had found himself really wanting to understand the most. When the Great Sage smiled with his teeth out he always seemed more tense, nervous and trying to hide it. A smile where Pigsy could see his fangs was to some degree fake. But there was this other, smaller grin, he’d seen in very brief passing, one of relaxed facial features, a closed mouth, and warm amber eyes. That was the real one. That was an expression it had taken another week or so of examination and fantasies (that he’d been internally denying were fantasies) to come to terms with how much he’d like to see it directed at him.

I mean, what better time for falling but when severe stress and fear lead one to the only other full blown ‘adult’ in the group that he didn’t spend his messy 20s thoroughly murdering any chances of romantic feelings for right? Totally not bad timing at all granted they were still essentially on the run with home still in the ghostly storm cloud that was the Lady Bone Demon's wrath.

So he didn’t say anything. Their friendship was already tentative and fearful, Sun Wukong was openly making jokes about how he’s only instrumental to the group and he’ll ‘stop bothering them’ once this all is done. He didn't seem to realize how little they actually sounded like jokes.

But that did mean he was paying more attention to the Great sage than he was before. It wasn't that he didn’t sleep, so much as he didn’t like to sleep. And also that that memory loss induced adventure of theirs had shaken loose quite a few other memories that he was prone to get lost in when the unconscious claims him.

Sandy was behind the wheel of the truck right now, Tang speaking quietly with him about… whatever the hell they talked about when they were alone. Xiaojiao, Xiaotian and Red Son were all piled up in a little stack (with Red Son at the bottom, something he’d loudly protested until everyone started nodding off) on the topmost bunk, and Pigsy had been trying to get some sleep but it just wasn’t fucking coming to him for hours.

So he’d taken to staring at the bottom of the bunk above him, trying to either bore a hole into it with his eyes or stubbornly force himself to sleep. Neither of which were working by the way, when he’d heard a thump and a clatter beneath him.

He peered to the bottom bunk to find Sun Wukong stumbling free from a tangle of bedsheets, looking around frantically.

“Wukong…?” He spoke quietly, and his strikingly golden eyes darted toward him.

“Baije?” Oh, they were doing this again. He huffed and massaged his temple, it was too damn early for this. The last time he’d been lost in memories had been way too stressful what with Tang kidnapped by the Scorpion demon.

“Oh boy…”

“Baije, where are we? Where’s Master? And Wujing? What’s this device we’re riding in?” even in the darkness he was sure the monkey was pale in his fright, breaths huffing and heavy, sweat staining his brow from likely a nightmare.

“Calm down…” he shuffled into a sitting position and hopped to the ground. “You’re lucky I already wasn’t sleeping.” He grumbled as he reached the Monkey King and helped him escape from the tangle of blankets without ripping any of them in his haste. “We’re in a truck… it’s like a wagon I guess?” Last time he wasn’t coming to his senses no matter what until Tang pushed that boulder onto him, so would it be a waste of time to try that again or should he play into it? “Sa-…Wujing is controlling it up there and...Master’s keeping him company.” he nodded to the cabin and strikingly Wukong accepted that. He nodded simply and then glanced upward. “Who are they?” he nodded toward the kids, and Pigsy tried not to groan.

“Uh… they’re traveling with us.”

“How come I don’t remember them?”

“You hit your head pretty hard…”

“Oh.”

By this point they were sitting beside eachother on the floor, leaned against the far wall. “Baije?”

“Y… Yeah?”

“I had a pretty rough nightmare while I was out, and if i got hit hard enough it knocked me out and messed with my memories then i might be a little loopy, but uh…” Sun Wukong turned to him, and when Pigsy looked back he smiled. It wasn’t the fake one, and it wasn’t the quiet one, it was something else entirely. It was crooked, accompanied by a raised eyebrow and a warmth that made Pigsy’s heart leap into his throat. “I am only going to say this once, so you better listen, okay?”

This wasn’t right, he wasn’t in his right mind, he thought he was Zhu Baije, and here Sun Wukong was about to entrust home with something that was probably extremely personal and he wasn’t at that level with Pigsy. Certainly not at the same level as he must have been with his fellow Pilgrims, so he should tell him to wait, to act like whatever it is it could wait until he’d slept off his ‘wound’ a little more.

But because Pigsy was apparently stupid, he nodded anyway.

“I love you.” His thoughts completely froze. For a moment he could only stare dumbly, feeling his face get steadily hotter and hotter at the simple, matter-of-fact declaration, and the memory of the exact context of this exchange absolutely dissolved before it could break through to his mind and stop the swelling in his chest and the fluttering in his stomach.

He couldn’t believe it, how could he? How on Earth would Sun Wukong, of all people, have just admitted that to HIM? He didn’t get this level of lucky. Ever. He was always notably very UN-Lucky, it made his successes feel far greater because he was doing them with fate itself rigged against him. Pigsy had never been this lucky in his life. But it was happening, it was real he wasn’t dreaming because that crick in his neck from sleeping on the road so much was still hurting and everyone knows you don’t feel real pain in a dream and-

“And not like a Brothers-in-arms kinda love either, Don’t tell Master I don’t even wanna think about the lecture that would come out of it if he knew. This is just for you and me, okay?”

And then the reality of the situation--as well as Pigsy’s heart--came crashing back into him, shattering upon impact as it did. Sun Wukong laughed in a sort of wry humorless way, as if he were making fun of himself. “I know right? I was shocked too. Couldn’t even say that I know why either. I know you’re exclusively interested in the fairer gender, It’s okay.” He sounded so… resigned. Like he knew the answer before it even occurred to him to ask the question.

His gut plummeted even further. Was this really how things had gone between him and Zhu Baije? The idea that anyone could spend enough time with someone like Sun Wukong and say no when he confessed to them felt almost absurd!

He’d done nothing but cause them problems on the Journey, why would boss ever-

“Don’t think this means I’ll start letting you get away with anything okay? You’re just as annoying as you’ve always been.” This wasn’t the first time he’d fancied himself in love with someone only to find out they had feelings for someone else.

This was just the first time to realize that person in question not only didn’t feel the same way (though how could he? Who wouldn’t? Did Wukong ever even tell him? If he did would Zhu Baije have surprised him? He would have what could have been ached in his chest like an open wound) but was also long dead. His heart hurt. He didn’t know Pigsy was Pigsy right now. He wasn’t in his right mind, he couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t take advantage of him like that. If he said anything, even if it was true, to Wukong it would be coming from the mouth of someone else. Someone he actually loved-

He was not tearing up at that internal admittance, his eyes just hurt because he’d been staying up for too long.

“But do you think… just this once… While Master and Wujing are busy…?” Wukong shuffled to the side until their shoulders brushed, and Pigsy felt the soft fur brush his neck as the monkey king rested his head on his shoulder. “Just so I can know what it feels like…?”

What a thought… to be able to have just a few short hours to curb the desire that lived so deep in his bones and that somehow had gotten so much worse in a few short minutes, To give in to the desire for affection, to let Wukong assume ‘Baije’ was just being kind to a friend as he attempted the same thing.

It’s not like Pigsy would be getting another chance to cuddle with the person he’d begun to yearn for like a plant yearning for the sun in the middle of the night, anyhow. It’s not like he was trying to make out with him or anything, he didn’t have to deny it for morality’s sake. He could just… let it happen.

He put his arm around Wukong’s shoulders and practically fucking felt the shiver crawl up his spine, making that soft fur stand on end. Wukong leaned further into the half-embrace and… it was really nice. Heaven help him it felt great and he didn’t want to let go.

For a moment that was far far too short in Pigsy’s opinion it was just silence. He’d wordlessly sent curses to Zhu Baije wherever his spirit had reincarnated to for daring to pass up someone as wonderful as Wukong was, and enjoying the warmth, the soft fur tickling his neck, and the faint affectionate monkey chirps that were coming out of the great sage seemingly without his knowledge.

“This is nice.” Wukong’s voice was barely over a whisper, but the puff of warm air on his shoulder sent goosebumps all up and down Pigsy’s arm.

“Yeah…” he responded without thinking. “You maybe wanna go back to bed?” Before he did something they’d both regret.

“The dream will change if I do. I’m not ready to go yet.”

He glanced down at Wukong, the monkey wasn’t looking back at him, reaching a hand up to play with the fabric of Pigsy’s sleeve.

“You think you’re dreaming?”

“Of course I’m dreaming. What else would make sense? I’ve been so in and out of dreams lately on the mountain that it only makes sense I’d eventually start getting lucid while I was here.” Pigsy tried to pull away but Wukong shifted his grip until he was hugging his arm close. “I’m not ready. Baije please; This is my dream. I want to stay here longer.”

“Wukong-”

“No! I don’t want to go back!” His grip didn’t hurt, and his voice wasn’t loud enough to alert Tang and Sandy, or wake any of the kids for that matter, but he may as well have been screaming at him for the pain in Pigsy’s chest at the sheer desperation of it. “I don’t want to go back to mourning you; morning everyone! I’m tired of it!”

“Wukong calm down, you’re freaking out over nothing-” He could barely get a word in edgewise before Wukong interrupted again, this time letting his arm go, but lightning fast wrapping both of his around Pigsy’s neck to force him into a hug. A choked sob cut off any struggle he was about to put up.

“I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.” It was a deep, ancient, misery in Wukong’s voice. The kind where you’re so tired of being sad but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything else. He could feel the tears sliding down furry cheeks and dripping eventually onto his shirt and… Even if this whole Baije thing wasn’t happening, there’s only one thing Pigsy would have done anyway. He wrapped his arms around Wukong’s waist and crushed him against himself.

The great sage equal to heaven sobbed into his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, as if to force himself to remember everything about this.

“You will never lose me, okay? I will always be right here beside you.” He still didn’t like this, playing the role to match the delusion, it felt skeezy, wrong. It felt like he was getting affection and attention that he hadn’t earned. But the person who had earned it long ago didn’t deserve it anyway for ever turning down someone as precious as this.

But Wukong pulled away from him and smiled that same sweet, warm smile at him again and Pigsy did his best to return it. Wukong settled against him again, but this time it was more comfortable, almost like hugging one of those giant stuffed animals.

And eventually he fell asleep against Pigsy once again. And to Pigsy’s credit, he didn’t cry. He comforted his friend until sleep finally claimed him again, put him back in the bottom bunk, climbed up to the one above him, and listened to his kids snore above him and his love chitter below. And he didn’t cry.

He wanted to, but he didn’t.

For a few hours he got to pretend, And he got to do it as a kindness to Sun Wukong too. So it was enough.

It had to be.

Because there was never going to be anything else.

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[oikadori]

Sleepover after Horror Film

A/N: I just thought this might be a cute scenario LMAO...considering my experience with horror movies hahahaha. I’m REALLY jumpy so each time I watch one of these I NEED to be with someone. Also we’re close to Halloween soo...Hope you like it! Thanks for reading!

Pairings: Sugawara x f!Reader, Bokuto x f!Reader, Kuroo x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, crack?

WC~1,4K

“Are those blankets ok?” Suga opens the door of his room, both of his hands stuffed with mugs of hot chocolate as he looks at you with soft eyes when you snuggle even more on his bed.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Koushi”, he smiles at you, handling you the hot ceramic, “How are you not scared??”

“Oh, I was, but you were ten times worse so that kind of calmed me down!” his airy laugh bounces in the room, making you pout. Your nerves tense up as you look at the clock hanging on his bedroom’s wall, “Are you really planning to stay up all night?”

“If it gets to 3am and nothing happens, I’ll sleep then”

You sip the hot drink as Suga sits beside you, yawning. He glances at you, a devilish grin growing on his face as he gently grasps your mug, making you frown.

“I won’t let any scary girl come out of the TV to take you away” He loops his arms around you, placing you on his lap gently before kissing the back of your neck, emphasizing his words.

Just as Suga was leaning close to your face, a bird stomps against the window next to his bed, causing a loud thump. Your high pitch shriek makes Suga jolt, instantly covering you completely with his much bigger figure as he looks over his shoulder at the glass.

Your grip on the neck of his sweater is still tight a few minutes after. He places his warm palms on your shaky hands before giggling with nervousness, trying to ease you.

“I told you, your cool boyfriend is going to protect you” you feel as if you can breathe again and the color returns to your face, “Sleep, Y/N. I’ll watch the clock until 3am”

“A-Are you serious Koushi?”

“If that makes you feel safe, angel, I’ll do anything” you stare into his big brown eyes, embarrassed at your childish demand as heat spread on your checks.

“But if some other bird crash against the window or any other animal wants to make his appearance this lovely night, I’ll carry you to your house, no matter the hour”

Suga’s sweet chuckles make your heartbeat slow down, a faint smile appears on your lips as you bury your face on his chest. He looks at your small figure before pecking your head lightly.

“Suga, you’re amazing” you mumble, interwinding his fingers with yours.

“I am, aren’t I?”, he chuckles again as his heartbeat lulls you into sleep, all the scary scenes fading with each circle he traces on your back.

As a result, your eyelids grow heavier and he watches you closely. A big smile spreads on his face when they finally give in to the tiredness and tugs you closer to his chest.

“See? There’s nothing to fear about, pretty angel”

“You look way too comfortable, ace”

Bokuto turns to you, head below your bed sheets and pout on his lips as you throw an oversized t-shirt over your head, walking out of your bathroom. His hair falls over his forehead as he pulls the blanket down, pressing it against his head.

“Why did you take so long?”

“I–Koutaro I was, like, 6 feet away from you!”

“Don’t you remember the movie??” he leans forward, his eyes searching for any glimpse of fear in yours, “Bad things always happen when they go to the bathroom”

He pulls back huffing at the smile that twirls on your lips, his teeth clamp together, noticing how cool you act after the heart attack he almost had.

“Awww don’t be scared, Kou.”, you coo, cupping his cheeks, his eyes drifting away, avoiding your playful stare as red tints his cheeks, “Your girlfriend is here”

“I was supposed to say that!”

Bokuto narrows his eyes at you, causing you to chuckle before giving him a soft peck. He moves his arm, lifting the blanket for you to snuggle up. In a quick movement, you find yourself in between his arms as he throws the cozy fabric over both of you.

“Guess your plan didn’t work, huh?”, you can’t see the way his cheeks turn bright red but feel his body tensing up a little as his bulky arms tight their hold around you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh, so there was no special reason for you to be so persistent in watching a horror movie?”, you turn to look at him, quirking a brow as a mischievous grin grows on your face, “Sorry Kou but I’m not a jumpy person–“

Suddenly, your room goes black, darkness filling every corner, causing you to shriek. In less than a second, the ace is searching for your waist with sloppy touches to bring you closer. When he feels your hands on his shoulders his heartbeat stops pounding on his ears.

“I’m here”

“Don’t let go of me” he whispers shyly, and you instantly stop your hand from moving to reach for your phone.

You hug him closer, looping your legs around his waist in a koala way as you shake your head lightly, giggling. His breath fans your neck and you feel his muscles relaxing.

“Baby, you hate horror movies so much, if you wanted to sleep with me you only had to ask”

In less than a second, Bukoto’s face moves away from your neck and despite the darkness you catch golden eyes staring into yours.

“So you knew from the beginning??”

“Sorta”

You feel his embarrassed stare in the dark and search quickly for his cheeks, planting a bunch of tender kisses, tracing his skin. A smile curves on his lips against yours.

“You are devilish, doll”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Your heavy eyelids open a little as you adjust your position on top of Kuroo’s chest. One of his hands is running your sides while the other rest peacefully on his stomach, his amber eyes are contemplating the ceiling when you look at him.

“I can ask you the same, Kitten”

He looks down at you as your hands rub your eyes, trying to shove away the sleepiness.

“What are you thinking, Tetsu”, a grin creeps on the corner of his lips as you wrap an arm around his torso, yawning before looking again at him with interest.

“It’s so ridiculous”

“What–“

“The movie, you know that’s not how blood works, don’t you? And don’t make me start about the ‘I’ll go alone towards the suspicious sound’’ cliché”

His voice shows annoyance, and you frown at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“It was really convincing!” he chuckles with closed eyes and pats lightly your head, “Stop teasing! It really scared me–“

“I know, kitten, that’s what you asked me to stay, isn’t it?”

“I'm regretting it now”, you turn away, crossing your arms and pouting. Kuroo clicks his tongue, amused, as his fingers brush your back sending a shiver to your stomach.

“Aww, don’t get mad at me. You look cute, scared like that, makes me want to protec–“

The sound of metal hitting the wooden floor makes both of you jolt. You turn to him, eyes filled with fear, and to your surprise your boyfriend shared the same look at you.

“Are your windows closed? Maybe the wind threw something off the–

A louder thump echoes from the hall, cutting of Kuroo’s explanation attempt. 

“Go to check”

“Me?”

“That’s why you are here”, he looks at your room’s closed door, resting on his elbows as he obligates his feet to fall onto the floor, “You said you’ll protect me” you push slightly his back as a final blow.

“I’m going! But – it’ll be smarter to go together”

“You are scared, too!”

“No. I’m being intelligent–” he sits on the edge of your bed as you smile teasingly at him, poking his back. “–If there is someone, it’ll be one and a half against one”

“You– I hate you. Go already!”

He grins, fighting the urge to ask you again to go with him as he stands and walks to the handle, he opens it carefully and peeks his head out of your room. Kuroo steps further, his back disappearing into the hall before a gasp leaves his lips.

“What happened, are you alright?” you lean on the edge of the bed, gripping tightly the bed covers as Kuroo enters again with a little cat on his arms, a cocky grin on his face, “How–?”

“It seems…you were not the only kitten in the house”

A/N: uGHHH I have like two requests but I really wanted to finish this first soo maybe for next week the requests will be done. As a said in my Requests post this month I’m kind of busy :( 

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shopping trip.

you rope maki into going shopping with you. though she’d rather by anywhere else, she doesn’t appreciate it when someone tries to ruin her best friend’s day.

wc: 1.4k

maki zenin.

gn!reader, best friend!reader, hurt/comfort, non-consensual groping, light violence.

the door slams against the wall with a loud smack as you burst through into the room. you toss yourself onto the bed pressed up against the wall, sprawling onto your back and smiling up at its occupant.

“haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” maki peers over the top of her glasses, an unamused expression plastered on her face. she looks away from you, continuing to scroll through her phone as you squirm around until you get into a comfortable position.

“yeah, but i had something really important to tell you.” you’ve turned over to lie on your stomach, your face now propped up by your palms as you jut your lip out at maki, who doesn’t even bother to look your way.

“what was so important that you couldn’t knock on my door like a normal person?” 

unfortunately for maki, you bursting through her door without any warning is a regular occurrence. somehow you’ve never come in unannounced during a time when she was asleep or changing, which was surprising considering how often you liked to pop in to her room. it’s like you had a sixth sense in which you knew when would be a bad time to go bother maki. or maybe you’ve just gotten lucky so far. 

maki would lock you out, but she knows you would just pester her until she unlocked it and hung out with you. 

if possible, your grin widens even more, nearly splitting your face in half. “i need to go shopping and you have to come with me.”

“not a chance.”

“maki,” you whine, letting your arms slip out from under you and flopping fully down on your stomach with your cheek pressed up against the mattress. “please?”

“no,” she states, not even tearing her eyes away from her phone to reply to you. “why would i ever want to willingly go shopping when i have no reason to?”

“because i’m your best friend in the entire world and you love me so much.”

that may be true, but not a good enough reason for maki to get off her bed and go shop with you when the two of you could do something like spar instead. she gives you a deadpan look that has you quickly searching for another reason.

“i promise i’ll be fast and i’ll even buy you lunch.”

her lips curl into an approving grin and her eyes flash over to yours as she closes out of the application she was in.

“deal.”

you, in fact, were not fast.

maki should have known better, to be honest. you always take forever since you have such a difficult time deciding on whether or not you want to purchase something. the excuse of i’m not going to spend money on something i don’t love on your tongue as you clutch two different shirts in your hand, comparing them in an attempt to choose which one you should buy. you ended up buying neither of them.

maki’s just glad that the first thing the two of you did when you got to the mall was get lunch. you let maki choose the place, but warned her not to drain your pockets with what she wanted. she was tempted to buy something expensive to eat just to hear you grumble, but she opted for a meal that she enjoyed and wasn’t out of your price range.

lunch was nice, though maki slapped your hand away when you tried to steal some food off her plate. she eventually caved in and let you sneak in a few bites when you whined and pouted at her. in return, you let her try some of your food too.

right now, she was hanging around the entrance of the store you were perusing. mindlessly scrolling through social media because after the first few stores, maki blatantly refused to go into any more with you. you understood that shopping wasn’t really of interest to maki, so you left it at that and bounded into the shop without her.

however, you’ve been in there for awhile and maki was growing the slightest bit antsy. she couldn’t wait to get back to campus, rope you into some sparring for making her agree to come with you, and beat your ass as proper payment. yeah, that sounded nice.

“thanks for waiting for me!” maki looks up from her phone to see you bounce up to her with a few bags clutched in your hands. you bring up your hand to rub at the back of your head, jostling the bags in your grip, as you give her a sheepish grin. “sorry, i know i took longer than expected.”

“it’s no big deal.” she remarks, lightly hitting the side of your head with her palm. “are you done, though? because if you’re going to take another hour or something i swear—”

“just one more store,” you assure, walking into step with her, “i promise, i just wanted to stop by the candy store and buy some stuff for the others.”

she huffs underneath her breath at that. you really shouldn’t be buying others stuff when your allowance for this month is going to run out soon. maki cocks her head your way. “you shouldn’t buy—”

a startled gasp falls from your lips and maki whips her head around, trying to place why you made that noise. the sight that greets maki has her seeing red instantaneously. an older man has his hand firmly placed on your ass, a sick appraising look on his face. maki’s quick to react, ripping his hand off of you, a shocked expression replacing the previous one on the male’s face.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” maki tightens her grip on his wrist, causing the man to wince in pain. good. she was going to shatter his damn wrist. “huh? aren’t you going to say anything? got nothing better to do than be a fucking pervert?” maki sneers, digging her nails into his skin. she hopes he fucking bleeds.

“aa—let go, you crazy bitch.”

a dangerous grin spreads across maki’s face. “i’ll show you just how fucking crazy—”

“m-maki.” your voice shakes as you gently tug on the sleeve of her shirt. “let’s go.” her grip doesn’t loosen in the slightest, prompting the man to yelp in pain. “please.”

she tosses the man’s arm out of her grip, glaring down at him. “if i see you harassing anyone else, i’ll break your arm.” he scampers away, clutching his wrist and murmuring psycho bitch underneath his breath.

the deep frown marking maki’s face softens when she turns her attention back to you. you’re slightly shaking, holding your bags in an iron grip. your head hangs low with your eyes trained on the ground. maki feels anger rise up once more within her; she should go back and beat the fucking shit out of the man for putting his hands on you.

“hey.” she gently places her hand on your shoulder to get your attention. you flinch from the touch, causing maki to retract her hand back as fast as she can. scratch that, she was going to kill him.

“sorry,” you softly murmur, bringing a hand to rub at your arm. why are you apologizing for anything?

“don’t apologize. it’s not your fault.” maki takes care to emphasize that it’s not your fault. it’s nobody’s fault but that stupid bastard’s. “are you good with me touching you?”

you nod your head an imperceptible amount. she awkwardly wraps her arms around your form, engulfing you in a hug. you’re unbearably stiff for a moment before you lift your arms to clutch at the back of maki’s shirt. she doesn’t comment on the dampening of her shirt and just holds you in a hug.

when you pull away to rub at your eyes, there’s a small watery grin playing at your lips. “who knew maki zenin was such a softie?”

she scowls at that, gently poking the side of your head with her finger. “shut up. i’m not.”

her retort is half-hearted and it’s clear that both of you know it. secretly, maki is just relieved that you’re joking again. begrudgingly, she lets you loop your arms together and lean into her side as you start walking again.

“c’mon, i still want to go to the candy store.”

(later, when you get back to campus and confide in the others about what happened, they discreetly exchange glances with one another, resolving themselves to beat the shit out of that man if they ever come across him.)