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[tinycoffeeroom]

more than enough | lando norris

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requested: Hi lovely, I loved just friends!! Since reading, all I’ve been able to thinking about is bestfriend/roomate Lando. Maybe you’re not able to join him for race weekend and he hasn’t heard from you, like at all. When he returns, he thinks you’re not home until he hears the sobs and realises something is really wrong. Maybe you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and Lando is standing on the other side of your locked bedroom door, absolutely in love with you and hurting because you’re hurting 🫠

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📍 Miami

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landonorris WE FUCKING DID IT!!!!! P1 in Miami!!!!! you bitches can't call me lando nowins anymore!!!

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fan you can tell lando runs his own social media... ↳ mclaren it is our biggest burden

oscarpiastri well done mate! well deserved! ♥️ landonorris ↳ landonorris you next osc!!!

maxverstappen1 i said i'd have to collect my wins before you start coming for them, congrats winner! ♥️ landonorris

mclaren our papaya boy, you will always be loved (heart) ♥️ landonorris

fan WHERE IS Y/N?????? ↳ fan lando said in an interview that she couldn't come this week!!!! i'm sure she texted / called him

fan i know y/ns screaming and crying at the fact she couldn't be there this week

fan no lando / y/n hugging photo :((((( i miss my best friends

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f1gossip Lando Norris' roommate and best friend Y/N L/N was caught in a heated argument with her recently debuted beau outside a restaurant in Monaco. The person who sent the photo in was too far away to hear the argument, but said Y/N seemed despondent to the situation, watching her boyfriend walk away before paying the bill and leaving quietly. Soon after, waiter's came to each outside table and told them Y/N sent her apologies for the commotion.

fan y/n :(((( was he the reason she couldn't go to Miami????

fan i'm gonna dox him ↳ fan i mean... i'm not gonna stop you

fan i have a knife.

fan i hope he's an ex boyfriend now wtf???

fan do you guys remember the pics of her and lando talking at padel and her bf was shooting DAGGERS at lando??? yeah somethings going on there ↳ fan we hate insecure men

fan lando i know u have money and connections i need this man to disappear

It wasn’t unusual for you to go radio silent after a race you weren’t able to attend, especially one on the other side of the world. Lando was used to a simple “congrats on P4!<3333” or wherever he had placed that time, and then you would be off to the land of dreams as he went about his day, shuffling between meetings and the media paddock. 

Today was different however. Lando had actually won. He’d won his first ever race and his best friend and roommate was virtually nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel a little angry at you, you knew how much P1 meant to him, the hours he had spent moping around the little apartment the two of you shared after a bad race and the rants he would go on when he placed P2 but was inches from that ever so elusive win, slipping just through his fingertips. 

He fired off one last text to you before sliding the phone back into the waistband of his fireproofs so he had his hands free to accept celebratory fist bumps and handshakes from every garage along the paddock. 

The lack of communication from you slowly slipped his mind after he had interview after interview, the kind and excited words of the journalists filling him with pride as they recall just how far ahead of Max he had been. Sure, his mood soured everytime someone mentioned that he got lucky with the safety car but his mother always told him that luck was something to utilise, not something to rely on. 

When he was finally free of the media’s hands, he checked his phone again. No messages from you which made him sigh, but one from Max. Opening their text thread, he’d dropped Lando a location pin for a well known bar in Miami along with the sentence “9pm, be there or be square, race winner”. 

–

To be quite honest, Lando doesn’t remember much of the party. Hell, he doesn’t even remember getting there, Zak having plied him with glass after glass of champagne during their debrief. He’s pretty sure Oscar had been the one to zip his fly up when they met outside their hotel rooms before the party, hands moving up to recentre his shirt so only a slightly scandalous amount of chest showed. 

Sitting on the private jet, again courtesy of Max, he thumbed through the last text thread between the two of you. You’d seemed fine, mentioning that you were going out for a meal with your boyfriend before the race started, and then… nothing. Complete and total radio silence. 

Maybe you were still with your boyfriend, too wrapped up in that jackass to notice the 17 messages Lando had left you since last night. 

God, he hated that guy. Ever since the day you had introduced him to Lando, he’d had a bad feeling. The guy was too touchy, arm wrapped securely and possessively around your waist like Lando was some kind of threat. 

And maybe he was. 

If he’d just manned up and told you the truth, that he’d loved you since the moment the two of you met one sunny day when he was still an F2 driver and you were the sister of one of his rivals, then maybe it would be his arm draped around you. 

Instead he had smiled, rolled over and showed his stomach like a runt at the bottom of the food chain, and watched from afar as the guy whisked you away under a mottled sunset. 

He felt a nudge at his side, eyes meeting Max’s curious ones. “Still no reply?”

He sighed, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone once again. “Maybe she’s busy…”

The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears, and when Max simply hums unbelievingly, he sighs again, mind torn in half at the elation of his win and the sadness of your ignoration. 

–

Sliding the key into the door, he listened ahead for any sign of life. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink, or your playlist of noughties hits that he always pretended to hate but would secretly sing along to when you weren’t looking. 

The silence that blankets him is unnerving. Too reminiscent of when he’d moved here alone and had all but begged you to join him, promising a rent free and easy going life. 

Checking the kitchen, he sees it’s exactly as he left it last week. The living room is barely lived in, the odd throw misplaced from the back of the sofa. His game room door is still shut, as is both his and your bedrooms. 

As he walks through to drop his suitcase off in his room, dreading the amount of washing that will fall out of it when he gets the energy to open, he hears a noise. From your bedroom, specifically. 

Checking his watch, he sees its 2 in the afternoon. Normally, you would be up and out by now, dragging Lando to whatever new fad you had seen on tiktok, or to the padel courts where he would inevitably lose to you. 

Leaning so his ear presses against the door, he can make out the shuffling of sheets. Maybe you had decided to do some laundry whilst you waited for him to get back. But then, the sound of sniffling joins. 

He freezes on the spot, ear still pressed haphazardly to the wooden door. The sniffles get louder and louder, soon joined behind an unmistakable sob. He can feel his heart drop to the floor, his stomach joining it on its tumultuous way down. 

You were crying. And he had no idea why. 

Pulling away from the door, his hand hovers the knob. Should he knock first? Should he just leave you to it? Normally, when you were sad, you would sneak into whichever room he was in, either reaching a hand out to lay against his back or sitting close enough so your thighs touch. He knew you needed to feel some part of him in order to ground yourself, and he always obliged. Oftentimes, the two of you would end up cuddled on the couch, some soppy chick flick on the tv as you gave into the warmth surrounding you, eyes closing as you rested your head against his shoulder. Despite how much it hurt to see you sad, he couldn’t deny these quiet moments were his favourite part of any day. 

Another sob breaks out, the sound so cruel and visceral, it was as if it had been yanked from your very soul. He forgoes knocking, hand twisting the knob harshly. He tries to push it open, only to be met by a force pushing back against him. 

You’d locked the door. 

In the 4 years of living together, neither of you had ever once locked your bedroom doors, knowing the other would knock before entering but still feeling comfortable enough to forgo privacy so the rooms could be open to the other whenever. 

“Y/N?” He calls out hesitantly, as one would approach an injured bird. 

The sobs become muffled, more shuffling of sheets before you call back to him, voice weak and torn along the edges. “Lando?”

He normally loved when you said his name, but the whine that accompanies it today leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He knows he should ask what’s wrong but he doesn’t know where to begin. He’s never not known why you’re sad, the two of you an open book shared between friends. 

He starts the only way he knows how. “Did you watch the race?”

More shuffling of sheets and when you respond, your voice is closer. “I’m sorry Lan, I didn’t get a chance to.” A moment of silence passes between the two of you. “How did you do?”

He wants to be angry. He really does. The one time you don't watch a race and he only goes and bloody wins it. “I won.”

“What?” Your voice wobbles, wondering if you were imagining what he had just said. 

“I won, Y/N. My first P1. 7 seconds ahead of Max.”

He waits for your response, probably some form of congratulations spoken through wood given your current mood. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to unlock and slam open the door, the both of you wincing as it bangs against the wall. “Say that again.”

He takes you in for a moment. Bloodshot eyes rimmed with violet, tears still making their way down flushed cheeks. You’re wrapped in your duvet, only your head visible as the duvet covers what is probably bedhead and your favourite set of pyjamas - flannel trousers and a t-shirt of Lando’s you had stolen at some point. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles warily at you. “I won.”

Throwing yourself at him, he takes a moment to steady the two of you, arms wrapping around the mass of duvets surrounding you. He can feel you crying again, tears soaking the collar of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Lan. I should have watched, I mean you won and I wasn’t even there to watch. I’m sorry, please forgive me.” You choke through the words, fingers digging roughly into Lando’s back. 

He winces at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the shirt, squeezing you even closer to him. “Don’t be sorry. Something obviously happened.” He uses the mound of duvet to pull you away, eyes flickering over your face. You look heartbroken in more ways than one. “What happened, sweet girl?”

Your lips quiver at the nickname, a hand poking through the duvet to reveal your phone. After 3 tries of using face ID, you huff, angrily putting in your passcode before turning the screen to Lando. 

He scans the screen. It’s an instagram post by some F1 gossip page. He recognised the user as one who often tried to paint him as some womaniser, taking any regular interaction with a woman as a sign he was sleeping with them. 

This post, however, is different. He sees you first, mouth in a tense line as you stare blankly at your boyfriend. Then he sees the caption. 

The anger returns, festering and dark, this time directed to your dickhead of a boyfriend. “What did he do?”

You sigh, locking the screen and pulling your hand back into the duvet cocoon. “I said I wanted to go home because your race was about to start. He got angry and accused me of being in love with you. I pointed out that I was literally on a date with him. He called me every name under the sun, told me we were over and then stormed off. I’m sorry, Lan, this isn’t good publicity for you.”

He scoffed, eyebrows raising skyward. “I dont give a fuck about the publicity, I care about you. How dare he speak to you like that?” He can tell the angers bleeding into his tone but he’s about 2 seconds away from finding out where that prick lives and beating him over the head with a padel racket. “Are you ok? Do you want to put on a chick flick? Order a takeaway? Go to a rage room and plaster his face across every breakable thing?” Moving closer, he rests his hand against your jaw, nudging it between your tear stained skin and the soft duvet. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

Sighing, you nuzzle against his hand. “None of that, Lan. I just want to cry and forget what happened last night.”

Swallowing his pride, he nods. “Do you want me to talk to him? I can tell him we’re not in love with each other. Just best friends.” The ending comes out a little bitterly, but he hopes you’re too distracted to notice. 

You smile up at him affectionately. The simple curve is enough to make his heart flutter from where it had picked itself off the floor and wormed its way back into his chest. 

Reaching up to lay your hand over his, lacing your fingers between his, you sandwich it between the warmth he so craved. “I just want to be with you. You make everything better.”

He reflects your smile, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. You wanted him, just him, and for now that was more than enough. 

[lewisvinga]

my girls | lewis hamilton x wife! reader

summary: nobody knew lewis was married, let alone with a child, until pictures of him from the paparazzi were leaked

fc; karoline lima + cecilia militão

notes: real ones know a rainha ceci🗣️

masterlist !

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yourprivateuser: good morning my husband decided it was a good idea to go out into a crowded restaurant in são paulo last night thinking we weren’t going to get caught !!

landonorris: he’s a bit slow u know

yourprivateuser: so true

lewishamilton: lando?? y/n??!!

lewishamilton: i said i’m sorry 🙁

yourprivateuser: ceci and i are upset at u xx

lewishamilton: what do i have to do to make it up to you 😔

yourprivateuser: ceci and i need new matching bags

lewishamilton: pink??

yourprivateuser: you know us so well😁

lewishamilton: anything for my girls

landonorris: gross

lilymhe: ur fine as hell i want u

yourprivateuser: i want u

alex_albon: lewishamilton do you see them??

lewishamilton: sadly i do💔

lilymhe: we’re having a private moment here !

carmenmmundt: ceci’s smileeee🥹 i miss her so much!!!

yourprivateuser: lmk which race you’re going to!! ceci misses her auntie carmen too!!

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lewishamilton: my favorite girls.

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ynhamilton: ceci and i love you so much 🤍

lewishamilton: i love both of my girls very much

username: YOOOO

username: i fucking knew it

username: omg is that really his daughter

georgerussell63: all hail queen cecilia!

lewishamilton: 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

mercedesamgf1: welcome y/n and cecilia to the mercedes family!💙

username: crying cecelia is so cute

username: so were the twitter threads right about cecilia being your daughter ???!!!

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ynhamilton: us when dada spoils us

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lewishamilton: gotta make sure my girls are happy!

ynhamilton: trust, ceci and i are very happy💙😁

username: need to know how she manifested lewis

username: wait, DADA????

username: was it not obvious, she smiles just like lewis

username: y/n is a milf

lilymhe: look at those cheeks🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i miss herrrrr😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍

ynhamilton: we miss u🥹🥹🥹🥹 swear she almost said lily the other day💅💅💅

lilymhe: i’m literally like her step mother except im married to u😝

ynhamilton: so true wife

alex_albon: hello💔

lewishamilton: i learn to not say anything to avoid a grumpy y/n

yourbsfusername: queen ceci is so smiley, we love to see it!

ynhamilton: all thanks to her dada, of course!

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lewishamilton: if you told me 2 years ago on our wedding day, that i’d have a daughter that’s the perfect combination of us, i probably wouldn’t have believed you. thank you for blessing me with our sunshine, cecilia. i am eternally grateful for everything you do. happy mother’s day, y/n.

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ynhamilton: oh!🥹🥹🥹🥹

ynhamilton: give me a minute while i compose myself pls

lilymhe: she’s crying btw

ynhamilton: i love you sosososo much 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 i probably wouldn’t have believed you either! so grateful to be the mother of our daughter and most importantly, your wife 🥹💗

lewishamilton: you deserve it all💙

username: im sobbing this is so cute

username: sleeping on the highway tonight

username: ME AND WHO

username: ‘our sunshine’ excuse me while i cry

mercedesamgf1: happy mother’s day!💐

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ynhamilton: happy father’s day to the worlds greatest husband and father. thank you for always making sure that queen ceci and i are happy and taken care of. thank you for all the joy you bring us, we love you!!

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lewishamilton: my girls🩷

georgerussell63: what’d u do, now he can’t stop smiling in the garage

carmenmmundt: oh like you aren’t the same!

lewishamilton: i love you both so much, my queen and queen ceci 💗

ynhamilton: cecilia says she loves her dada very much🤍🤍

username: lewis hamilton, 7 time world champion, being smiley over a father’s day post, we love to see it

username: what the actual fuck they’re so perfect

username: actual parents

username: i want what they have

username: the picture of lewis and newborn ceci omg stop

username: THE lewis hamilton being married for 3 years and having a daughter was not on my 2023 bingo card

[squichymochi]

So here is another something I wrote. I’ll probably be writing more now, but updates will be slow because I usually work 50 hours a week. However, as Hazbin is still on my mind 👉🏻👈🏻, here ya go.

Warning: this contains swearing, some cuddles, and nothing too out of the ordinary for the show.

Husk x Reader (Husk is transformed into a tiny kitten)

Word Count: 1.033

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it. As I mentioned before, English is not my first language. Thank you ❤️

Wiping down the bar in Husk's absence, you found a peculiar solace in the repetitive motion. Across from you, Angel Dust lounged, a Bloody Mary in one hand and his phone in the other.

"You alright there, hun?" you asked, concern threading your voice. Husk usually manned the bar, doubling as a makeshift therapist for the Hotels weary souls.

Angel glanced up, his frown dissolving into a practiced smile. Raising a hand, you stopped him, "No need to pretend, Angel. Is it Val again?"

He deflated, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Yeah, it is," he admitted.

Before you could offer a stronger drink, a loud bang echoed through the hotel entrance, startling both of you. "What?!" you exclaimed, instinctively summoning a pair of knives into your hands. But Charlie's voice soon echoed through the hall, and your tension eased.

"I am soooooo sorry!" Charlie's voice was a mix of panic and remorse. You and Angel rushed to the front, finding Charlie in tears, while Vaggie was clutching something in her arms.

"What in the heavens happened?" you asked, approaching with concern. Peering closer, you were stunned to see a kitten with fur patterns strikingly similar to Husk's. At the sound of your voice, the kitten looked up, meowing softly.

You froze, a mix of shock, amusement, and rising panic washing over you. Angel, unable to contain himself, chuckled, "Is this our dear grumbly Husk looking all cute?"

The kitten hissed, swiping at Angel's fingers, clearly unamused. In your mind, you could almost hear Husk's voice, *Piss off, you asshole*.

"What happened, Charlie?" you asked, a deep weariness in your voice as you massaged your temples. Charlie ran up to you clasping your hands into hers. She started explaining, sobs still tumbling out of her. They tried to solve a bigger problem and ended up within a turf war gone wrong and a dust bomb that hit Husk. As she spoke, Vaggie cradled the tiny kitten version of Husk, concern etched on her face.

"We'll find a solution, I promise," Charlie declared, determination in her voice, despite her tear-stained eyes.

Later this evening Husk, in his kitten form, had taken up residence atop the bar, his tail flicking irritably. "I really hope we find a way to change you back soon," you sighed, leaning against the counter. "I miss your hugs, you big grump." He responded with a hiss, but sauntered over to nuzzle against your face. As you stroked his soft fur, his eyes fluttered closed contentedly.

"Ugh, what a shitty day!" Angel Dust collapsed onto a stool in front of you, his face etched with exhaustion. "Hard day at work?" you asked, continuing to pet Husk.

"You could say that," Angel Dust replied, tears brimming in his eyes. "I just wish I didn't have to do this shit or do all of them…I don’t know.", he laughed hysterically. Husk, sensing his friend's distress, moved to comfort him, purring as he leaned against Angel's face.

Angel picked up the kitten, placing him on his lap. A smile found its way to your lips – even in this unusual form, Husk was there for his friends.

As days passed, you awoke one morning to find Husk, still in kitten form, growling atop the bar counter. Alastor's voice filled the air with static. "Look at you, now my pet for real," he taunted, reaching out to pet him. But Husk growled and swiped at Alastor's hand, drawing blood.

"Take care whose hand you're biting, dear friend," Alastor warned, his voice tinged with static-laden threat and his demonic form slowly appearing. 

"Alastor," you interjected sharply. In an instant, his demeanor shifted back to his usual smiling self. "Oh dear, could you prepare my usual?" he requested, his smile never wavering.

"Of course," you replied, shooting Husk a stern look. Husk hopped off the counter, still growling under his breath and sauntering to his usual spot on the sofa.

That evening, as you all engaged in group activities with Vaggie as Charlie was still trying to desperately find an antidote (mind you it’s been over a week). Husk stubbornly remained on the table. Vaggie tried to shoo him away, but his 'I don’t give a shit' glare won out, and everyone left him be. 

During Sir Pentious's dramatic storytelling, Husk probably was fed up with the snakes story and began pushing a glass off the table. "NO," Vaggie's voice was filled with murderous intent, but the glass went flying regardless.

Sighing heavily and apologising profusely for your grumpy boyfriend you scooped Husk into your lap, petting him until he began to purr and nestle into you. "I like petting you, you know," you teased. He responded with a playful nip at your hand.

Suddenly, with a snap of Alastor's fingers, Husk was back to his usual self, sitting awkwardly in your lap staring into your eyes. "You could have changed me back this whole time?!" Husk turned his head to look at the radio demon and bristled, ready to explode. You hugged him tighter, trying to calm him down, which wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

Alastor's reply, "Oh, where would be the fun in that?" only fueled Husk's anger further.

"Babe," you whispered, and Husk finally realized he was still in your lap, his cheeks turning slightly red. "I'm just so happy to have you back," you murmured, hugging him while trying to calm all of them the fuck down.

Your moment was interrupted by a loud bang. Charlie burst in, triumphantly holding a vial. "I got it!" she exclaimed. Upon seeing Husk back in his original form, she let out a bewildered, "What the fuck!?"

As the evening wound down, Husk whispered in your ear, "I hope you'll still want to pet me later in our room, babe," his purr sending a blush across your face and heat straight to your core.

"Kinky," Angel teased, wiggling his fingers. You buried your face in Husk's fur, overwhelmed but relieved. You could feel your boyfriend’s low chuckle and his arms wrapping tightly around your form. Despite the chaos, you were grateful to have Husk back, knowing it was only the beginning of solving the hotel's larger problems.

Thanks for reading ☺️

[blueicequeen19]

Alright I’m in a feral for JJ mood and also in a total domination type of mood.

How about JJ gets back from being stranded, comes home to you sleeping, and wakes you up with his face buried in your pussy 🙈

Maybe some overstimulation because he missed seeing you cum so much he’s determined to make you do it over and over again

Snack Time

Warnings: Somno, oral, rough unprotected sex, over stimulation

All I wanted after a shit fucking day was my girl. I wanted to hold her and fuck her and hold her some more. She’d said she wanted to stay up until I got home but as soon as I pulled into the driveway and saw all the lights off, I knew she was already in bed. Who could blame her? Midnight was too late. It wouldn’t stop me though. I was hard as a rock as I quickly showered off the dirt and grime from the day, my dick already weeping precum just at the thought of her withering beneath me.

I’m barely dried off when I slip under the blanket at the foot of the bed and gently crawl up her body. Her heat washed over me as I trailed my lips and tongue up her thighs until my nose brushed her panties. I press my nose against her slit, tonguing her over her panties. I could smell her arousal as I tug her panties to the side and lap up his clit. She stirs, murmuring softly in her sleep as her legs start to tense up.

I can’t help but grow greedier as I feast on her pussy. I wanted her to wake up. I wanted her sounds and I wanted her to scream my fucking name. I quickly slide two fingers inside her glistening pussy, curling upwards as I suck her clit into my mouth. I hear a muffled breathy moan then the blanket is thrown back as she attempts to sit up.

“What the fuck, J? Is it snack time?” She pants, tugging hard on my hair as I keep sucking her sensitive bud and work my fingers harder. I keep my eyes on hers as she trembles, her bottom lip quivering until her pussy gushes like a flood and she curses loudly.

“That’s one.” I move up her body, slamming my mouth down over hers while she convulses beneath me. My cock nudges against her entrance like a magnet, begging to be buried inside her tight heat.

“Baby.” She pants, threading her fingers through my hair as she spreads her legs wide.

“I had a bad day.” I whisper, guiding my cock inside her and causing us both to moan loudly as she sucks me in deep. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, gripping my dick hard. Her head tips back as she surrenders to me, letting me use her pussy to erase a shitty day. The sloppy wet sounds of our fucking echos in the room mixed with our heavy breathing and groans. I slip her legs over my shoulders, hammering into her harder as she cums again and again. Until we’re both sweating and breathless. My thighs burn but I’m not even close to stopping.

I growl when she plants her hands against my chest, pushing against me as her pussy gets too sensitive.

“JJ, please, I can’t.” She cries, tightening like a steel band on my cock.

“I’m not done.” I thrust harder, faster as her cries turn to sobs. “I’m not done.”

[honey-on-your-tongue]

okay babe how about jake sully missing your date because of work once again and ur all pouty and >:( don't touch me

cutest thing EVER

WHY SO ADORABLE OMGGG

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Even before he walks into the tent, Jake's ears are folded back, his tail swishing around with unease. He can smell your rage, can sense your disappointment, and it makes him guilty and anxious.

He'd meant to get home on time. He'd offered you a night out, just the two of you away from everything else. But then the Sky People had gotten in the way. They'd been sending scouts, and Jake was forced to chase them off with the help of a few other hunters. And that had made him late to your date night. Extremely late.

He pushes the tent flap open and walks in, only to find you siting on the floor, your back to him.

He sighs softly. “Baby...”

You humph in response, curt and cold, and Jake winces at the sound. You're pretending to be busy with threading a basket together even though you're still dressed in the ornate loincloth and pretty beaded top you'd worn for your date night.

“Angel...,” he says softly, walking closer to you. He kneels behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shrug him off, hissing softly, “Don't touch me.”

He sighs. “Baby, will you please look at me?”

You ignore him, continuing your basket with almost aggressive threading. Your lower lip is trembling and you can feel tears of frustration welling in your eyes, but you refuse to cry. You won't cry for him again. Not again. If you cry, he'll comfort you, and if he comforts you, you'll forgive him too easily.

“Kid, come on,” he says gently, biting the inside of his cheek. “I'm sorry.”

You humph again, eyes focused on your weaving, refusing to so much as glance at him.

“Baby, please,” he insists, amber eyes staring at the back of your head. “Please. I'm sorry.”

Finally, you snap. “Yeah, I know. You're always sorry,” you snarl, whirling around to face him. You glare at him, your gaze almost searing him. “You always do the same shit and you're always sorry. I already know.”

Jake exhales softly, shaking his head. “Baby, I didn't mean to be late. I didn't mean to miss our date, angel. I just got caught up—”

“Yeah, I know,” you cut him off. “You got caught up, wanted to be back earlier, didn't think you'd take this long. I get it, alright. Stop giving me the same fucking excuses.”

Jake sighs. “They're not excuses, baby. You know how dangerous it's been out there with the Sky People back and all—”

“That's not the point!” you yell. “It's always you that has to go protect the clan. You know perfectly well that the other hunters can fend for themselves. Why do you always have to join them? Especially when you know I'm here waiting for you! Why can't you just delegate your responsibilities to someone else when I'm at home waiting for you to get back?” you demand. “Why can't you, for once, put me first? Just once, Jake.”

Jake sighs. “I do put you first, baby. I always put you first,” he tells you. “I'm out there fighting the Sky People to ensure that you're safe. You're the first one on my mind. I'm always thinking about you, always worrying for your safety—everything I do is for you, angel.”

You shake your head, tears now falling down your face. “Jake, I appreciate all of that. I do. But I don't want you to do all of that for me. All I need is you. Some time alone with you. I don't like only seeing you late at night when you get back and then early mornings when you leave for duty. I want you to be beside me more than that. You know I do...” You sniffle softly, wiping your nose. “I'm sick of missing you. I'm sick of only seeing you an hour daily. I'm sick of it.”

He exhales slowly, his eyes growing soft, his ears perked as you sob softly. “Baby, I'm sorry,” he repeats, wrapping his arms around you. “I'm so sorry...You're right, I should spend more time with you, love. 'm so sorry...”

You let him hug you, burying your face in his shoulder, his scent, his warmth, his arms around your waist soothing you.

Jake kisses your temple, your cheek. You let him. You rest in his embrace, feeling safe and comfortable...

His lips move to your jaw, to your neck, and the feeling of his tongue on your skin has sparks shooting through you.

“Mmm,” you hum quietly. And Jake knows that tone. He knows exactly what you want, exactly what you need. And he's more than willing to give it to you.

He pulls away from you for a moment, offering you his braid. Your eyes are almost glowing as you meet his tendrils with yours. Immediately, you shudder, gasping softly.

Jake's pupils dilate, leaving only a sliver of amber iris as he watches you. He kisses you then, his tongue sliding inside of your mouth, teasing you, igniting sparks low in your womb.

You grab onto his shoulders, gasping softly, eagerly meeting his kiss. He gently leads you to lie on your back on the floor, one of his hands wandering down your stomach while he bites your lower lip.

His hand slides under your loincloth, thick, calloused fingers finding your clit. You exhale softly, pleasure bubbling within you as he rubs your needy bud in soft, tight little circles. He can feel your ecstasy through the bond, his cock twitching and hardening.

He kisses your neck, his fingers making your pussy grow wet and warm, which quickly results in your slick gathering at your entrance. There's a slight ache growing deep within you, a spot inside your velvet walls that yearns to be pet.

Jake slides his middle finger into you, his thumb pressing against your clit. You moan softly, back arching as he fucks you with his hand.

Every wave of pleasure you feel, he feels as well. It makes it easier for him to know which spots you need touched, how much faster or harder you want him to go...

He slides his ring finger into you as well, scissoring both digits inside of you, stretching you open. You mewl, nails digging into the muscles of his arms, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Jake,” you moan. “Jake...”

He chuckles softly, biting your neck carefully as he curls his fingers inside of your cunt, pressing against your g-spot and sending a sharp knife of pleasure through you.

“Fuck!” you squeal, spreading your legs more for him, your hips rolling against his hand. “Mmfph!”

He increases his pace, touching you faster, adding more pressure against that spongy spot within you and rubbing harder on your clit. He has you teetering on the edge of orgasm, building you up and up, making it feel like you're about to fall to a precipice you won't recover from.

And just when it feels like too much, you come. Your orgasm crashes over you, harsh and overwhelming. It makes you see stars, your lips parted as you repeatedly cry out in pleasure, your body writhing beneath his touch.

“There you go...,” Jake says, smirking softly. “Such a good girl, baby...” He kisses your collarbone, his fingers still inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He moves his mouth to your breasts, licking your nipples, biting them gently.

You're breathing heavily, body limp from the ecstasy. Still, he kisses down your stomach, lower, over your womb. And then he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean.

His gaze is on yours as he does so, and you can see the look of hunger in his eyes, the way he still needs more.

He places himself between your legs, his shoulders forcing your thighs apart as he licks over your raw, swollen cunt.

You shudder at the sensation, hands moving to Jake's head in a futile attempt to push him away. But he can feel how much you want this, so he keeps going.

He sucks your clit, making you jerk, his tongue caressing the swollen, needy bud. He drags his sharp canines over your soaked folds, making you gasp softly.

His own breathing is heavy, both from the pleasure he can feel through tsaheylu and from the way he's grinding his hips against the floor.

He eats you out slowly, gently, his tongue sliding inside of you as his nose presses against your clit.

Soon, you're jerking and gasping, your hands tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

You grind your hips on his face, your back arching as the pleasure builds like a fire kindling within your womb.

“Jake! Jake! Fuck!” you mewl, eyes shutting tight as the ecstasy grows within you, making you feel a tight coil growing in your womb.

He groans against your pussy, sending shivers through you. His hands hold onto your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he devours you, hungry and animalistic.

You're trembling, tears of pleasure falling down your face. “Jake!” you squeal. “Jake! Ahh!”

He smirks against your pussy, going faster, his teeth rubbing over your soft, soaked cunt, making you shudder.

Your slick is dripping down to your ass. It coats his lips, his nose, his jaw, and he's absolutely adoring the way your scent smears all over him.

He goes faster, harder, tasting you with so much eagerness that butterflies are fluttering in your stomach.

You cry out something unintelligible as you come, shuddering and trembling, your thighs squeezing his head.

He can feel your orgasm through the bond, and the feeling of it combined with the way he's grinding against the floor sends him over the edge. He comes, his thick load spilling onto his loincloth; rope after rope of white, warm cum staining the thin fabric.

You feel him reach his peak through tsaheylu and shudder softly, your body spent, limp.

Jake moves away from your cunt, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he collapses on the ground beside you.

“I'm sorry, baby,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I promise I'll spend more time with you from now on.”

You smile softly, nuzzling into his chest. “Okay...I appreciate that.”

Jake smiles. “Anything for you, my angel. Anything at all.”

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[thoughtsandbones]

The flesh you thread between my blood and bones slows down the pendulum of death

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, American Idiot - Green Day, After Dark - Mr.Kitty, 1973 - James Blunt

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14 and PART 15 I

Part 15 II

Ghost stared at the yellow sign reading in black NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT on the white double doors that led to the operating room where Soap had been wheeled in by both doctors, surrounded by other medical staff.

As he walked behind them when they rushed ahead he heard them shouting all sorts of medical jargon. You were so calmly ordering for mLs of drugs with too many Zs. He looked down at his skeletal gloves, the fake bones once white now stained red with Johnny's blood.

Looking up again at the sign he thought of you. How your hands would also be bloodied, pouring deep into Soap's body, mending him.

You gotta save him he pleaded in his head. He couldn't lose Soap, not now. Not after what they had been through together in Mexico, Chicago... now this.

'C'mon Lt!' Soap's words rang through his skull. Guilt flooded his chest as he remembered moments of how blunt he had been to Soap...

Squeezing his fist tight, Ghost sighed and then walked down the corridor until he found himself a chair in an empty room and plopped the chair right outside those double doors. Sitting down, Ghost winced with pain, the cut sobbed as he sat down and moved his torso.

"Fuuuck" He growled quietly.

Leaning back, he shut his eyes letting the darkness wash over him.

...

Soap was lifted onto the surgical bed. As you and Peyton scrubbed in, the nurses dressed him. Through the window of the scrub room you watched as he was intubated, his bloodied clothes discarded in the yellow hazard bin.

Once scrubbed and prepped, you assume the lead role in the surgery. Neuro was your speciality, this was a spinal injury. This is your arena. Closing your eyes, you breathe in.

"It's a beautiful night to save lives" You say, opening your eyes. Peyton eyes crinkle, a sign she was smiling under her medical mask.

"10 blade" You say and the nurse gives your instrument. You place the edge of the blade two inches above the bullet wound, applying pressure with your index finger you slide the blade across the skin unveiling the flesh beneath.

"Suction" Peyton says and she moves in with the machine that gargles up the blood from the exposed muscle

Peeling back the muscular layers you clamp down areas needing support. Soap's lumbar was one display. No major damage could be seen.

"Bullet must've missed the lumbar" Peyton says

"L1 clear" You say inspecting the upper lumbar region, with your blade you move down

"L2 clear"

"Suction" Peyton says

"L3 clear" you say and then move down

"Suction"

As you looked around L4, there was a sudden gush of blood and the monitors started beeping rapidly

"Found the bullet" You say "Clarissa, Kerrison rongeur" holding your left hand up whilst holding the area with your blade as Peyton continued suction. The beeping subdued.

"Need another pair of hands for this" You say

Peyton gave the suction pipe to the nurse on her right and then took hold of a clamp and forceps.

Cutting away at the connective tissue and muscle you peel the layer as Peyton grabs the shrapnel

"Hard part now.." She said after depositing the shrapnel in dish

Rapid beeping started again. You and Peyton both move together, suction, cutting, threading and assessing any damage to the surrounding nerves.

"Pulse at 120" Clarissa said as she took hold of the forceps from Peyton

"Shit" You say as more blood gushed from the wound which was quickly slurped away from the suction pipe.

"Sutures" Peyton said and she began to sew up the first damaged nerve.

There was a increase in beeping

"Pulse 150"

"Let me do it" You say and Clarissa swiftly gives you a new set of sutures.

After adjusting yourself you look down "Surgical microscope please" And the microscope was brought down to your level and adjusted to your eyeline.

Focusing your eyes through the lense you begin to graft the a new nerve from the damaged nerve, cutting the damaged part and sewing the ends.

This was your element. Fixing the broken. Mending the hurt.

After 5 hours of intense surgery, you and Peyton were nearly finished. The beat of song playing off the speaker was echoing across the walls of the OR. Nodding your head along to the drum of Green Day's American Idiot as you finished suturing the final layer of Soap's skin.

"Nice finish" Peyton said as she cleaned the area "Stats are good" she added looking at the various monitors that beeped rhythmically along with the music.

"Pause music please" You said, one of the nurses pauses.

You cut the last suture and place the forceps onto the tray held by Clarissa.

"Good job Dr Kaur" She said nodding at you. You nod back and return to admire the handiwork which was being dressed by Peyton and another nurse.

"He is stable and stats are looking great" Clarissa says as you eye the monitor. You turn to her and smile, putting more effort to crinkle as your mouth was hidden behind the mask.

"We will take him back to the ICU just for observation" Peyton said as she moved over from Soap to you and Clarissa.

"I'll help take him" Clarissa said "Well done"

"No thank you" You say "Thank you everyone" You say loudly to the rest of the medical team all who respond with a cheerful thanks back.

"I'm gonna head back" You say

"I'll keep you updated, and let you know when the team can see him" Peyton says taking her gloves off as they left the OR, she tapped you on the shoulder and walked off.

Taking off your surgical cover, masks and gloves you wash the grimy sweat off your hands. The smell of strong disinfectant soap filled your nose.

Leaving the scrub room you walk off back towards the double doors where you had rolled Soap in. He was okay now. Had to wait until he was awake to see if there is any nerve damage to his legs...

Checking one of the clocks on the hallway you realise it was 11:49am, you longed for a hot shower and then the comfort of your bed. Walking through the double doors, midway through yawning you were met with a giant man sat in the middle of the hallway. The skull face gave you a jump. It took a few moments to register that it was Ghost.

"Lieut-"

Ghost leapt up from his chair and nearly toppled you over as he confronted you

"Is he alright? Did he make it?" He blurted, his eyes widening at you.

You stare back into his eyes, only just able to make out the blue iris.

"He's okay." You say, reaching your right hand up to to his shoulder.

"His legs, said somethin' abou' his legs" Ghost huffed at you

"Ghost, he is stable and in the ICU, regarding his legs, we will have to wait until he wakes up to assess any damage." You to him calmly

He takes in this information, your calm demeanor. Of course you know what you are doing he thought to himself

"Are you okay sir? You ask

"I'm okay" Ghost said quickly.

You look at him curiously, there was something off about him.

"Okay then.." You say moving away from him.

Ghost moves towards the chair and picked it up with his left arm, the sudden weight made him wince and groan as his unattended wound stretched and weep as he moved.

"Fuuck" He whispered to himself as he set the chair back down and placing his right hand over his wound on the left side of his waist.

"Lieutenant what happened?" You say rushing over to him

"Nothin'" He said trying to push you away. You scoff at him and roll your eyes.

"Ghost, I'm in no mood for bullshit" You say sharply at him. Ghost looked at you, eyebrows narrowed, your eyes slightly red and clearly tired.

He was being rude again.

"I got a nick" He said motioning to his wound looking at your stern face, eyes narrowed. Clearly annoyed. "Can you patch me up?" He asks, your stern face relaxed, softened.

"Right, come with me" You say letting out a big sigh and head out of the RAMC building and then back to the infirmary in Building 2.

Turning the light on you spritz the med bed and give it a quick wipe.

"Get your vest off" You say plainly to Ghost who follows your command. He unties the straps and then sets his vest aside. Attempting to take his hoodie off but he couldn't as the wound caused him to wince further.

"Need some help?" You say as you look over to Ghost who was clearly struggling.

"Alrigh' then" He said and braced himself as you walk closer to him, bringing your hands to his body, rolling the hem of his hoodie slowly and carefully.

Ghost winced again as you went near his waist.

"Might have to cut it off" You suggest looking up at him.

"Go on then" He mumbled, the edge of his mouth curved slightly under his mask.

Grabbing a pair of clothing shears, you cut the hoodie off Ghost, revealing a damp black shirt underneath, his bare muscular arms on unveiled. You look at his waist, and see a patch of dried up blood, parts of his shirt clung to his skin dried and wrinkled.

"Sit on the med bed please" You motioning to the bed and then you walk off to the bathroom to wash your hands. Sleep eludes you. Drying your hands you head back to where Ghost was, who was now sitting crouched on the edge of med bed.

Putting on a pair of gloves and grabbing a stool with your foot you slide close to Ghost, and lift the t-shirt. As suspected the parts that clung to the skin where dried stuck to the wound. An impromptu weak bandage.

"Gonna also have to cut your shirt around the wound, it's dried to the gash"

Ghost looked down at you.

"Can't you bandage it?" He asks and the expression your face held clearly showed he asked a stupid question.

Your look of disbelief subdued, and grabbed the scissors. Ghost's heart quickened. He didn't mind being shirtless. But not when he has been in the field with limited availability to shower, smelt like shit and especially in front of a woman he was interested in...

"Wai-" Ghost began but he was too late, you began to cut his shirt off him, exposing his sticky sweaty scarred skin.

As you cut away at the fabric you notice various deep pink and white scars adorned on his chest and abdomen. Dirt had built up in areas, but it was expected. A shower is the last thing you need in the field.

Grabbing some saline water and a towel, you wash away dirt surrounding the remaining cloth covering his wound. Gently, with your gloved fingers you peel the cloth away revealing the gammy wound. Inflamed and dirty.

"Lift your arm" You ask and Ghost does so and watches as your pour more saline to the wound, his eyes focused on the precision placement of your fingers on his waist, not ogling him.

He slightly winces as your fingers graze over a sensitive area. As you examine the area, you notice it was bumpy, sand had gotten into the wound.

"This area is very inflamed. Lie down, it'll sting as I clean it" You say gently

Ghost shuffled back and then. laid down and then turned his head to watch as you focused on cleaning his wound, your concentration unwavering as you focused on the task at hand. He noticed the lack of talking, just blunt and no joy. But then, you did just finish a 6 hour surgery.

He gazed at your tired eyes, noticed how you rapidly blink every now and then, your mouth pursed, no smile on show. You grabbed some small gauze and wiped the wound.

"This is going to need stitches" You say

"Hmm" Ghost mumbled "I'll let you get to work, I'll just be here" He adds

You laugh slightly and then finish cleaning the area before starting to suture the two layers of fatty tissue and muscle, pulling the flesh together again, wiping away any blood with clean gauze.

Ghost felt himself slip into the bed beneath him as you got to work, focusing on his breathing; in for four, hold, then out slowly for four. Drifting away, away from the chaos of the last 24 hours. Away from the chaos that still looms ahead of him.

<CUE FLASHBACK> 23rd August 2010 Ashfield Base, mess hall "Sergeant Riley" You said as you plopped down opposite your superior in the mess hall with your lunch, the hall was mostly empty, the radio played on the speaker overhead. "Cadet" Sergeant Riley said not looking up from his cup of tea and half-eaten sausage roll. "C'mon sir, you know my name" You quipp at him as you take a bite of your pizza. Simon looks up from his cup and stars at you, your eyes widened and the grin appeared on your face. "Cadet Ruhari" He sighed looking back at his sausage roll. "Cadet maybe no more" You say cheerfully Simon looked up quickly "What do you mean?" He asked "Captain asked if I wanted to come join full time, commit proper into the army." You said "Ah" Simon said quietly "Ain't you got some good brains for uni?" He added and looked at you as you shrugged "Maybe can do it later, but I do enjoy this" You say motioning the space around you. "Nothin' enjoyable about war" He said sharply You were taken aback "Of course not sir, I just meant as in discipline, camaraderie and the protection of one's country" "Hmm" Simon mumbles giving you a slight cold stare with his sharp blue eyes. In that moment of silence, the radio station at base start playing 1973 by James Blunt. The echoes of the piano filled your body and you began to twiddle your fingers to the beat of the drum. Looking at Simon you start to grin, he looks up at you as you begin to mouth the lyrics: Simona.. you're getting older Your journey's been etched on your skin... "Simonaaaa" You sing quietly and giggle Simon gazed at your joyous smile as you continued to mouth the lyrics of the stupid song that made a twist of his name. He watched on as you exaggerated the 'mona' part of Simona and laughed along with you. Simon knew the Captain was going to offer you a place in the army, but he had hoped you would decline. Going out in the field changes people. Changes the best of people. Turns them into someone else. Would you still be the same after you see the horrors of war? Simon wondered as he watched you finally finish the now cold slice of pizza. He would hate to see that beautiful smile disappear.

[thepaintedlady00]

The Sandman and the Girl Without Dreams

Chapter 3: Feathers of Black, White and Red

TW: violence, blood, character death, needles, muzzle (nothing too graphic)

I sat on the plush bed, gently running a wet cloth over the reopened cut on my wrist left by the chain. Jessamy perched beside me on the bedpost, watching with angry feather ruffling and head tilts. Once I'd cleaned and rewrapped it I ran a soothing hand over her fluffed out chest and smiled at her. "I'll be alright, Jess."

She made no sound, merely hopped down into my lap and sat. It had been two years since the party. Two years of torture and neglect at the hands of Roderick Burgess, whom I grew to hate more and more each passing day. Even my pitiful dreamless sleep seemed to elude me now, I'd never been so tired. My sore, bruised jaw clenched. Two exhausting years… Pressure filled my chest at the thought of all I'd missed in the world away from the gates of this prison, the world that still moved on without notice or care of my absence. In times like this where pity seized my thoughts, guilt always followed. I had no right to pity myself over two lost years. Not when the Sandman had lost far more than I could ever imagine. 

Though he'd never spoken a word or made any attempts to communicate with me, save a few fleeting looks, I'd considered him a friend. Perhaps that was foolish. But I could see the fondness in his eyes when I talked to him, even upon hearing the nickname he hated. I could see the brief relief on his face each time he saw me return to the basement alive and in turn the pain in his eyes after being forced to witness Roderick's cruelty. But, as of late, the most common and long lasting expression was rage. Calm, cool and contained by the glass of his cage alone. The rage he felt seeped through every crack and crevice, filling the house with the constant chill of it.

For a while I was glad he was angry. That at least meant he was holding true to our silent pact, that he wasn't going to crack under Roderick's thumb. But, after months of it, I'd grown worried. How long could he hold such a powerful, hateful feeling before it consumed him? I asked myself. How long until that rage destroys his star filled eyes and snuffs out all glimmers of hope with the darkness?

Jessamy leaned into me as the tears wet her feathers. I hadn't even realized I'd started crying, but sure enough the weak sobs bubbled up from my throat. It was something I rarely allowed, breaking down, but Jessamy seemed to bring some of the pent up pain to the surface. My own and perhaps that thread of the Sandman's that I somehow seemed in tune with.

Through the tears blurring my eyes I looked down at the mark. Two years and still no answers. It didn't hurt anymore, but there was always an odd tingle that lingered on the stained skin, a hum of something. Power? The power Roderick had seemed convinced the Sandman had given me. Maybe, but it felt deeper... More than what I imagined power would feel like. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wiped the tears that stained my cheeks. The only thing I knew to be certain was how very little I knew at all.

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Dream looked through the eyes of Jessamy, watched Penelope weep with a deep and painful pit in his stomach. He'd used the past year to fortify the walls that had been brought down by the girl and the mark. He'd done it purely for selfish reasons, another fact he'd never admit. He knew that each passing day the girl grew closer and closer to his sister, Death. She was mortal and above that she was a captive. Creatures forced into captivity never survive long. He told himself. Detaching from her before things got too intimate would save the king of dreams the torment of having to feel the loss of her later.

However high he built the wall, he could still feel her. She was always close, too close. Always one laugh or smile away from bringing the walls down all over again. She'd noticed the cold shift in him, it was obvious on her face whenever they saw each other, but above the obvious he felt it, heard it. Her thoughts were just a hair away, he could sense the vastness that was her mind but couldn't touch it. He'd tried on numerous occasions, soley out of bored curiosity of course, but they never got any clearer.

With Jessamy the connection they shared, forged and honed through the years prior to his capture, was strained but with enough focus and a shortened distance between them he could connect to it. Since Penelope had been moved upstairs she was able to open the house more to the scheming raven, he in turn was able to communicate with her more than ever before. A comfort to them both. Yet with the choppy connection of her mind he was now forced to witness the fear and pain Penelope hid away from everyone, even him. Of course she hid it from me... I am a stranger to her. Dream often had to remind himself that this girl, though connected to him, had known nothing but his forced silence. She didn't know him, not as he did her, and if his attempts were successful she never would.

He asked Jessamy through the connection why she was crying, the garbled word reply did not make him feel better. Worried. You. It wasn't difficult to decipher her meaning. Penelope Barlow wept because she was worried for him. A warm feeling spread through him, the mark tingled, and he had to strangle both before he tricked himself into enjoying the feeling more than he already did. The command he sent back to Jessamy was one she gladly followed.

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Jessamy flew out of my lap and through the open window so suddenly I'd jumped. It wasn't unlike her to come and go, but once she settled somewhere, especially somewhere comfortable, she was usually quite reluctant to leave. I watched her soar up into the sky and disappear into the clouds, jealous of her beauty and freedom. Oh what I wouldn't give to fly. I picked up any of her feathers off the bed and stuffed them into the pouch of trinkets we'd collected that hid under my bed. Roderick didn't know I'd been spending time with the bird he hated with all his might, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was windows that were welded shut.

The knock on the door brought tension to my body as I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. When Paul stuck his head through and smiled at me I relaxed. "Good morning, Ms. Barlow."

"Paul, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Penelope?" I teased greeting him with a hug. "Good morning."

"It would be improper of me to address a fine lady such as yourself in such a common manner!"

I looked down at the ripped up, ill fitting dress that hung off me. "I'm no fine lady I assure you. Penelope will be more than proper."

"Very well," he said, linking his arm with nine and guiding me out to the gardens. "Are you in the mood to get a little dirty?"

"Always!"

"Perfect! I have so many things we can do!"

After Alex's latest attempts to speak with the Sandman Roderick had come down on him hard. A good whack with his cane and an impossible task to earn his favor. I'd been proud of Alex for trying to prove to the Sandman that he wasn't like his father. Stupidly I'd thought it was his turning point, that he'd be more willing to help me and maybe even the Sandman himself. I was wrong of course. Every day since Alex was out roaming the grounds with that stupid rifle on the look out for Jessamy. Kill the bird, had been Rodericks only instructions. None of that mattered though, Jessamy was smarter than both of them and she had me.

Paul and I spent hours in the gardens, repotting plants, picking weeds, everything that as he'd promised would get my hands dirty. My current guard, whose name I'd come to learn was Sam, sat beneath the pavilion and read his paper, not even glancing up at me. It was nice, the more comfortable trust that had blossomed between the guards and I in the short time we'd been allowed to interact with one another. Some of them were subscribers of Rodericks magic cult, and they enjoyed the pain and the strict rules. Others were just ordinary men that took the job because they needed the money, and they did not enjoy any other aspect of the job. 

A shadow filled the soil beneath Paul and I. Alex stood awkwardly, gun pulled over his shoulder and a book in his hand. Paul immediately dusted off and smiled. "Good evening, Sir."

"Good evening, Paul." He answered just as timidly.

"I see you've started the book I recommended. How do you like it?"

"It's good!" Alex answered just a bit too quickly. "It's very good, thank you for suggesting it."

"Always a pleasure to help sir." God this is painful.

Alex looked at me and nodded his head politely. "Penelope."

"Alex."

"You look…" he stopped for a moment. "You look well."

"As do you," I said stiffly as I resumed the weed pulling.

Paul stood awkwardly for a minute before excusing himself to get more plants. Alex knelt down in front of me and sighed. "Listen… I know that I've been a terrible friend."

"Terrible is putting it a bit mildly, but go on."

"I'm sorry. For all of it Penelope. I should have never asked you to come to that party, and I should have tried to help you more everyday that's followed."

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his face. He looked the same, and yet so different. The stress from his father had started to take a toll on him, that much was obvious. "I miss my friend."

"I miss mine too."

"I've been here Alex," I reminded him. "You were the one that disappeared when I needed you."

"I know… I know and I'm sorry. I just want him to see me like he saw Randell… I want him to love me." 

"I know you are. But you can't keep chasing his approval Alex. You can't keep trying to be Randell."

"Can you forgive me?" Though he seemed sincere I didn't write off all the pain he could have helped ease. "Can we at least… I don't know, try to reconnect?"

"Maybe…" I wasn't certain whether the tug of hesitation was out of a baseless fear or something more. "Let's just take it slow, yeah?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Slow is better than nothing."

"So, are you ever going to make a move on Paul?" I asked with a knowing smirk.

Alex turned into a stuttering mess and it felt like my friend had returned, even if it was just for this moment I was happy.

***

Morpheus listened to the sound of Rodericks cane bearing down against the glass with a look of mild annoyance. He knew this song and knew the dance that followed. His eyes were fixed onto Penelope as she curled into herself, preparing for what was coming. Today was different though, a metallic taste of something more hung in the usually stale air. Roderick had never been this angry before and Morpheus couldn't help but feel an air of dread swirl around him, that swirl would quickly shift into a storm.

"SPEAK TO ME!" Roderick's voice sounded more like a demons as he huffed outside the glass, glaring at Morpheus. After a long pause, he growled and turned to Penelope, not giving anyone time to prepare themselves for the brutality.

This beating was by far the worst. The cruelty of the Burgess shocked even Dream as he helplessly watched, fingers digging into the ridges of his cage. Blood splattered across the floor and even the glass in front of him. Roderick had used his cane at first, but discarded it in favor of his fists. Holding her by the front of her stained dress the look Roderick met Dreams eyes with was one he could only describe as deranged. "Speak to me, lord of dreams! Speak to me now or she dies this day!"

Penelope, only half conscious, lifted her head just enough to spit blood in Roderick's face. As he lifted his fist once more Alex rushed through the gate and grabbed his arm. Penelope dropped to the ground as the two Burgess' wrestled for control. "Father stop!"

He finally shoved the boy off him and moved to strike again, but this time it was the guards that intervened. They pulled him away, urging him to take a break, to stop so he could regain his strength. But, one look at their eyes told Morpheus the real reason was to hopefully give Penelope a chance at surviving another day.

Alex knelt beside her with a sickened look on his face. This level of violence was new, even to the boy. He gave Dream a quick glance and followed the guards out with his father, trying to talk the man down further as they went. The gate closed and all that was left was the sound of her struggling breaths. He leaned his head against the glass trying to be as close to her as he could, watching the rise and fall of her back with a heavy heart. 

The man, Dream assumed was a servant of some sort, Mr. Sykes was the one that returned with a bag of medical supplies. He turned her over and Dream stopped breathing for a moment. Her face was swollen and bruised, cuts and scrapes littered her arms and judging by the way she breathed she'd broken at least two ribs. Sykes cleaned her up and assessed the damage, quietly at first.

"You need to stop this," Sykes said suddenly as he tended her wounds. Morpheus almost growled when he dared look into his eyes, dared to look at him at all when he was free to help her but chose not to. "For her sake."

Damn him. Damn them all. The words echoed in his mind even after Sykes had left upon finishing his work on Penelope's weak body. Then, a soft wheezing voice filled his ears. "Not an inch. 'Member, Sandy?"

She looked so tired, and sounded even worse. He watched as she spit more blood from her mouth and settled onto her side, facing him with a pained wince and sporadic wheezing breaths.

"Do… Don't break your promise… or I'll never forgive you." She continued after a moment, her tone was light, teasing, but damn it if the empty threat didn't fill him with horror at the mere thought of her ire. 

With a sigh he forced his muscles to relax slightly. Not an inch. A silent agreement. Through all the bruises and blood and tears Penelope smiled. The sight made his gut twist, but the words she spoke broke him. "We're going to get out of here. You, me and Jessamy. Together. I promise." She said in a fading voice. Together, he repeated watching her drift off into another dreamless slumber.

She did not deserve this... And he did not deserve her. Not when she could have chosen to help Roderick and save herself, as everyone else had. Not when she cared for his raven in his stead. Not when she spent hours describing the sky to him, so he might picture it in his prison. His hatred of humanity festered and grew every second he remained here, that he'd not deny, but she was different. Penelope was hope, his hope, breathing and beautiful living outside his body. And he hated her for it... For soothing his anger and containing the festering hate. Just this once, Dream was honest with himself, he had to hate her because if he didn't he would love her… He would love her more than he'd ever loved anything or anyone, and that terrified him.

They didn't move Penelope until a few days later, and when they had they did it when Roderick was passed out in his study. He hadn't returned to the basement since, and part of Dream hoped he wouldn't, at least not with Penelope, not again. It was dreadful, spending the days without word of her, thankfully Jessamy returned from her errand and immediately went to Penelope's side where she remained. She placed the shimmering stone on the nightstand beside her and perched on the chandelier. Through her eyes Dream watched Penelope heal, faster and better than a normal human would have, a side effect of the mark no doubt. Through Jessamy he stayed beside her.

***

It had taken a month for my body to fully heal from Roderick's especially brutal rage. A month of the room upstairs. A month without a glimpse of the Sandman. I missed him. I missed the comfortable silence that he offered, the blue star filled eyes he watched me with, the way he'd move in reaction to my teasing. He didn't have to say a word to be considered good company in a place like this, but more than that I could feel the bond of uneasy alliance shift, growing closer to friendship every day I spent talking to him, or at him.

Alex, Paul and I had spent a lot of time together. With Alex the month was spent mending our strained friendship, and after hearing how he stood up for me it was a little easier to be around him. He'd almost entirely abandon his quest to kill Jessamy, only carrying the gun as a show for his father. Roderick spent the majority of his days in his study. Everyone that was willing to speak to me said he was raving, trying to come up with a plan. Rave all you like bastard, nothing will break the Sandman.

I twisted the ring in between my fingers, a habit I'd gotten into after making the wired piece of jewelry. When I finally woke up Jessamy had returned and been standing guard beside me. On the end table a beautiful moonstone, a gift she'd brought back with her from wherever it was she occasionally flew off to. I adored it, so much so I bribed Sam to bring me the supplies to make the ring. I only wore it when I was alone in my room, for fear of it being taken from me or lost, once I needed to leave I put it in my hidden bag of treasures.

The light scattered across the stone, revealing its cosmic array of blue and lavender hues. I gently dropped it in the bag and rehid it under the bed. Paul and Alex would be back from their walk soon and then the three of us were off to have a picnic, Paul's idea of course. Alex had even gone so far as to buy me a new dress. It was beautiful, the fabric was soft to the touch and dyed a light sunny yellow. Jessamy had certainly liked it.

She cawed and wiggled herself around as her eyes took it in before she settled onto my shoulder. I could feel her beak gently pecking my hair, adjusting it however she saw fit. "Is my hair not up to your high standards, Lady Jessamy?"

Another soft caw.

"Alright, get out of here. I have to go wait for the boys." I shooed her with a laugh. She flew off my shoulder but stayed in the house, following me and perching on the railing overhead.

Sam led me to the main room where I took a seat in a chair by the window. Beside me he shifted and winced as if uncomfortable. "Everything okay Sam?"

"Stomach issues, nothing for you to worry about." He replied, attempting to sound unphased.

"You can go take a minute, I'm sure George would be able to watch me until Alex gets back."

Sam looked at George who shrugged. "She ain't much trouble, go get yourself together."

He nodded, grumbling a thank you as he hurried off toward the restroom. A loud metallic thump echoed softly as the keys fell from his belt. A flare of hope filled my chest as I looked up at Jessamy, who'd also seen the opportunity. I got up, pretending to casually look at the books and trinkets of the Burgess home before bending over and retrieving the keys from the floor. Roderick entered, but either didn't see me or didn't care as he lit his cigar and returned to his study. Jess swooped down, a plan clear in her mind, grabbing a match from the table and lit it on one of the doors and dropping it onto a stack of papers.

The smoke filled the room, covering my movement as George jumped into trying to put the flame out. I ran down the steps as fast as I could, Jessamy at my side and unlocked the gate with trembling hands. This was it.

"Hey, Sandy, you ready to get the fuck out of here?" At the sound of my voice he smiled, it was small, but it was the first real smile I'd ever seen on him. He looked up at Jessamy with hope filling his eyes. Pressing my hand to the glass I watched Jessamy slam her beak against it, trying with all her might to break it. "Okay," I whispered looking around the dark room. "Give me a moment Jess, I'll get something for this glass."

I hurriedly moved to scour the room for something, anything large or heavy enough. An old candelabra was buried among a pile of old furniture. With a smile I pulled it from the pile and made my way back towards the glass just as I opened my mouth to have Jessamy move a loud gunshot echoed in the basement.

Blood and feathers coated the glass in front of the Sandman's face. I looked over to the door at Alex, chest heaving with disbelief at the sight of him with the gun in his hands. Clenching my jaw I forced myself out of the shock and slammed the candelabra down upon the glass. Once, twice, and just before I could hit it again the guards grabbed me, pulling the heavy metal from my hands.

I slammed my head back into the guard's nose and collapsed to my knees in front of the glass cage. Jessamy's body was mutilated beyond recognition, her tufted chest of white feathers now no more than blood and guts and bone. With shaking hands I cradled her body tentatively, my vision filled with tears. I looked up at the Sandman, whose pained eyes mirrored my own, his normally stoic face set in anger. "I'm sorry."

Alex's hand moved to touch my shoulder. I flinched away from him. "Don't touch me."

He looked ridden with guilt and remorse, but that look wouldn't bring Jessamy back. It wouldn't undo what he'd done. Without another word I stood, shoving past everyone, carrying her body with me out into the willow tree. Huddled underneath it I wept with her in my arms.

The leaves parted and Paul looked down at me in horror at the sight of so much blood. The picnic basket dropped to the ground. "I couldn't… I couldn't leave her down there!"

"It's okay," he soothed, pulling me into his arms. "It's okay, Pen. It's okay."

Eventually Paul asked where I wanted to bury her. The thought made my already aching heart lurch. She couldn't stay here. That wasn't fair. It wasn't right. So I shook my head, laying her body down on the small cloth we were going to use in our picnic, wrapping her in it. "Don't bury her. Not here."

"We can burn her," he suggested. "That way you can keep the ashes and spread them somewhere else when you leave."

"Yeah… Okay." That would have to do. It was the only way I could save her, to return her to the Sandman one day when we got out of here. God the Sandman. Would he be upset if I burned her? Did he have customs for such a thing wherever it was he came from? I could still feel the echoes of his pain laced with my own. 

Paul took her body, setting her gently in the basket right as the guards came to retrieve me. Once behind the safety of my door I wept, curled up on the bed. 

"Penelope…" Alex's timid voice echoed from the other side of the door.

"Go away."

"Talk to me, please Pen."

I threw one of the pillows at the door when he tried to open it. "I have nothing to say to you!"

"It was just a bird." Anger filled my lungs. "I had to."

"I should have let these people eat you," I said with as much venom as I could. "I should have never been your friend."

"Please don't say that, Pen. I'll get you out of this, I promise." He sounded so sincere, but that was nothing more than a cowardly lie.

"I never want to hear your voice again Alex Burgess. Never."

I listened to his retreating footsteps before curling back up on the bed. I wished I could go back to the party. Wished I could stop myself from ever going into that basement. But those thoughts faded, burned with the knowledge that if I had changed that night I never would have known of the man in the glass cage and I never would have befriended the beautiful raven. I could never wish for that, for a world without my Sandman.

***

With still wet eyes Dream watched them clean Jessamys' blood from the floor. It had been three days since the Burgess boy had shot her. Three days since the hope he had foolishly let himself feel had died with her. Roderick had returned armed with fresh ammunition against him, but this time it wasn't strength that kept him silent, but pain.

"It was your own doing, you know." He smiled with the words. "As is what comes next."

The threat wrapped around him, smothering him in the weight of his meaning. The only thing he had left to lose was the girl and if the look on Roderick's face meant anything his plans for her were far worse than his usual brutality. The days that followed were ones filled with fear and anxiety. Roderick made the threat, but that had been four days ago if his guard rotation had meant anything. What was his game now? Was he hoping to scare him? Or was he putting whatever new scheme of his in motion?

It was impossible to tell, but on that fourth day the gate had opened for one of the guards and with him Penelope. Dream sat up straighter, looking around as if it were some sort of trap. Penelope settled against the stone pillar and let the guard chain her with no fight. The weight of Jessamys death was clear in her tired eyes. The room was silent, ominously so in Dreams' mind.

"I -" she started to speak, cut off by the gate. "Later," she whispered.

Roderick came into the room, but this time three men in white followed. His fear came to life before his eyes as the men unchained Penelope and forced her to her feet. Roderick stopped them for a moment, regarding her with a smile. "You've been a thorn in my side for years. That little stunt of yours was the last straw. These fine men are taking you to a facility, an institution for unruly individuals such as yourself. Unless…" A pause. "Beg. Beg him to save you." 

Morpheus tensed, hands pressed against the glass as if he could will it to shatter beneath his palms. This was it. If she uttered the words he would shatter... He would give Roderick Burgess whatever he wanted. With new tears burning his eyes he prepared himself for the sorrowful pleas to fill the room. Instead, she surprised him once again.

"I won't beg him and I certainly won't beg you." She spat in his face, the fire in her eyes brighter than he'd ever seen it.

Roderick wiped the spit from his cheek. "Muzzle her, sedate her, do whatever you wish, just take her away."

Their eyes caught fear and anguish shared between them. She struggled against the men in white as they forced a human muzzle on her. They were too strong. She looked like a wild animal caught in a trap. He almost wanted her to beg. He wanted to beg himself, but those eyes of fire stopped him. A last reminder to him of the promise he'd made. No matter what happened he could not break. 

So he watched them force the needle into her neck, watched the fire fade and her eyes close. They took her. They took her. It was all he could think as he stared out at the now empty room. She was gone, gone somewhere he could not follow or watch over her. Gone somewhere he would not hear her voice or laughter. Gone somewhere he would not see her smile or the fire in her eyes. The girl that had suffered beside him was now alone. They both were.

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teacher au rambles below the cut!!! It's just fluff, but it was too long to not have a read more thing lol <3

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matty comes into the bedroom to you, sitting up against the headboard, holding your phone, and SOBBING. like ugly crying, snot bubbles sobbing. he obviously comes running over with worried eyes, "ohymgod, baby! are you okay? are you in pain?"

he's grabbing your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs, running his eyes over your entire face worriedly. you're a blubbering mess and just keep crying, gesturing to the phone wordlessly.

matty looks at the phone and sees this image open on Twitter;

"Oh my god. are you seriously crying over my hair right now."

it had been about a week since matty had shaved his head... again. he did it early on in your relationship, and you got over it pretty quickly, but this time was different.

was it because his hair was particularly beautiful this time? perhaps. but mostly it was because you were 4 months pregnant, and you're pretty sure the wind blowing the wrong way would make you cry.

it had gotten so bad that matty has had to start pulling you away from the TV whenever those sad donkey adverts come on. He had found you blubbering and reaching for your debit card far too many times to count.

you nod sadly and sniffle a bit, the tears slowing down as you look at your pretty boyfriends face. you can't deny the shorter hair showed off his features, but you miss the curls framing his face.

"Oh, sweetheart. it'll be back in no time, I promise. " matty rubs your cheeks and offers you a soft smile. you bring your hands up to his face, and matty thinks you're going to pull him in to kiss him, but instead, you slide them up to the side of his head and pull at the short hairs

"Okay. but it better grow quickly. I don't want our baby coming into the world and not seeing their dad's beautiful hair :(((" matty laughs and pulls you in for a hug.

you calm down eventually, mostly after finding a thread on twitter of mattys curls. you bookmark it to reminisce on whenever you're feeling particularly sad.

matty rolls his eyes when he sees you looking at it the week after, but he can't deny how much he loves your obsession with his curls. you talk all the time about wanting the baby to have his hair.

he thinks he'd be okay with that, as long as the baby was like you in every other aspect. that would be ideal.

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@themosthatedbeing // starter thread & continuation OOC // XKit Trim Reblog messed up the formatting. Hopefully, this fixes it. --- His soul.. he wonders if he still has it or if he’s been to tainted by the roots , by Roo, by his own self hate and anger at the injustice of it all.. has he lost the ability to hope ? He relaxes into her embrace resting his head on her soft chest and holding her tightly .. he had missed her had missed this so much .. it felt like he was breaking now that he had it within in his grasp again . Tears falling from his face as he wrapped himself around her not wanting to let go terrified she’d disappear again. “I don’t know what I want to be Honest I’ve just been so lost without you.. I’ve missed you so much “ hell could burn or it could flourish he just wanted his family together again. “She’s perfect Lilith she’s so much like you it’s scary .. she’s picked up our old dream and is actually making progress she’s saving sinners .. the exterminations are over “ he wiped at his eyes . “She’s missed you so much my love “

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Lilith continues to hold Lucifer tightly against her chest. If she could, she would steal and harbor all of his pain away. There was no way that their combined trauma could be solved in an instant. It was going to be a long path to recovery. However, these small moments were the first steps to the path of healing.

"I've missed you too, my little bird." Lilith felt tears stream down when she felt his tears on her skin. She choked out a sob, trying to keep those emotions from overwhelming her system. She still needed to be strong for him, for them. "We'll take it one day at a time..."

Lilith smiles hopelessly at the mention of their daughter. "She's our little dreamer. She'll bring our old dreams to light and evolve them into something bigger and better... I can't wait to see her..."

Just not yet as there was still grounds to cover with him. "I'm still afraid... that this is all a dream. I-I thought you two were better off without me... There were rumors floating around that supported it... It didn't help the guilt inside... I know it will take time... but will you have me back? Am I allowed to come back?"

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The Elemental Rhythm Tumblr Dashboard Simulator!!! 🎵

I was going to make a part two for my last tumblr dashboard simulator, but then I was like, “Lemme make one for my paracosm’s band AU!” and now here we are.

Also a quick note: The urls and pfps are the same as they are the first part for the sake of ease.

TW: Crude humor

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Catch our latest single, a cover of Vana’s BEG!, coming to anywhere you stream your music!

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I have so many questions. First of all, who tf owns this account? 🤨

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Uhhh… We all do? Do you not have access to it?

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No??? Wtf???

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Yeah, well, your PR team strongly advised against it, so no Elemental Rhythm tumblr for you, Red.

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Damn…

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Dude, you’re asking all the wrong questions. I just wanna know who bought the verified checkmark.

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I did! I wanted us to look official. ☺️

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Well, now we look like desperate sellouts.

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Oh.

#I thought it was cute at the time #Sorry

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Check out our full discography, now compiled together on Spotify! It'll be coming to other streaming services soon!

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I'm fully convinced my sister's making most of the posts on this account. 🤣

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Did I make it that obvious? 😅

#Whoopsies! #I guess I do make them all sound super cheery #but that's just because I love us! #Hehehe!

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Ahhh! The Elemental Rhythm made the perfect choice for their lead singer! I just love how Nevermore always puts her whole Embussy into every song.

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...My what?

#Also #You know the others sing too right? #Like I'm not THE lead singer #I'm one of four #Also please never mix my former hero name with the word 'pussy' ever again

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Yo, i-am-iron-man. Dude. When's our next tour?

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First of all, I'm your manager. Don't call me dude.

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What do you want us to call you then, dude?

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I vote we start calling him daddy~ 😏

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...I'm not doing that. 😳

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I miss when this thread was about our tour dates.

#Can we go back to that? #Please? #For my mental health

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A member of my PR team just called me, sobbing and begging me to shut the fuck up- 💀

#Like damn #I'm not gonna #but damn

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They don’t. They fuckin’ love it! Never miss a show. Front row, in fact.

And neither should you! I'll send you a ticket to our next show so you can see us perform Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom live. I think you’ll enjoy it. 😌

#I don’t know about flailing #but there will be much moaning #See ya there anon!

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I need to have a discussion with my band in regards to their social media usage. Clearly, PR isn't doing their job very well.

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Does this mean I can't promise to flash my tits if we hit a million streams on our latest single?

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WHAT??? DON'T DO THAT!!!

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"You ladies"? 🤨📸

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Oh, come on. Don't twist this around. You know what I meant.

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Me watching everyone in the notes flame Tony for accidentally sounding sexist:

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Also, to the person who said "You'd know a thing or two about heart problems" in response to his tags, you may be going to hell, but you have my utmost respect. 😭

#Also I laughed so hard I started choking #and one of my boyfriends had to do the heimlich on me #So thanks for the failed assassination #I'll still be seeing you in hell #just not yet #lmaooo

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The petition to get Nevermore to stop wearing fedoras is currently at 1,257 signatures. Let's keep it going!

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First of all, it's one fedora. ONE. Second of all... Y'all hate it that much?

#This ain't a democracy #No amount of signatures is gonna get me to trash my hat #but damn...

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not-ember-blade mirror-mirror hopeless-hottie Do you guys watch our fan edits, too? I think I fell down a hole. Chase said I was watching them for three hours straight but it only felt like two minutes. 😅

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The first and only one I saw of myself was a thirst edit. Never again.

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Speak for yourself! I watch fanmade thirst edits of myself every morning!!! They're like affirmations, but in video form while that one mashup of Pony by Ginuwine and Bloodline by Ariana Grande is playing.

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I'm with Gif on this one. I watch thirst edits of myself at least once a day. My favorites are the ones to random German songs.

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I mean, I was talking about the cute edits where we're all dancing... or holding hands... or singing... or other cute and non-sexual stuff, but good for you...

#Now let's stop talking about this #You two worry me

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FebruarOC Day 26: Zeklan

Another collection of snippets :D Two each from different "books"

Starting with the actual first scene we get with Zeklan.

She climbed to the figurehead and it didn’t take long for Sylpha to spot the large figure wearing a long purple jacket surrounded by pirates. She blinked at his hair visibly in locs as she remembered his hair being in braids, braids that she often did for him.

Sylpha stood up on the figurehead to make sure her tattoos were visible, the the beads in her hair click together as the wind tossed the braids they were threaded through. Zeklan started forwards quickly and Sylpha ran along the edge of the ship until she reached a spot she could leap to the dock below. Leaping and coming to a roll, she was gathered up into a bone crushing hug as soon as she was on her feet. She buried her face into Zeklans chest, dampening his shirt with her tears as he shuddered with his own sobs.

“My child, my scallywag,” he managed to choke out in Mikalian. “You’ve finally returned home.”

“I missed you too,” she replied in muffled Mikalian, clutching at his shirt. “I missed you so much it hurt. I have spent years dreaming of coming back here and back to you.”

The people around them finally broke their silence, but she was too busy crying from happiness and relief to bother listening. She was back in the safety of Zeklan’s bone crushing hugs, and the familiar cadence of Mikalian she’d grown up with. No one bothered them as they stood there, holding onto each other.

Finally Zeklan stepped back, only to take her face into his dark brown hands, made all the darker by years of exposure to sun and still softer than one would expect despite exposure to wind and salt. His thumbs ran along her cheekbones to wipe away the traces of her tears and then along her twice broken nose, almost as if he wanted to make sure it really was her. She smiled tearfully up into his warm brown eyes and the wrinkles that had developed since they’d last been together.

“Show me those teeth, Inosa.” Sylpha bared her teeth with a wide grin and his black stained lips spread into a wide grin of his own. “I’m almost certain those are larger. Hard to believe there was any baby fat left for you to lose on your face but here we are. You’ve gotten older.”

“So have you,” she replied before reaching up for one of his grey threaded locs. “You changed your hair.”

Zeklan’s expression fell and he drew her back into a hug. “We thought you were gone, scallywag. We couldn’t find you and then we heard you were being taken to Falia. We were sure they planned to execute you there and there was nothing we could do. By the time we heard you were actually alive and staying alive, we’d already cut our hair in mourning.”

She nodded in the hug and squeezed him harder. She understood. She'd have done the same.

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Knowing he wasn’t going to get anything more from the spirit, Zeklan ran his thumb down Sylpha’s forearm. The runes healed without as scar as warmth suffused his fingertips, as he felt even leaving that much would be too much. The black dragon disappeared and Zeklan made a few adjustments before hoisting Sylpha up into his arms so he could carry her easily. She made a soft noise and cracked her eyes open. “Alive?”

“Everyone is alive.”

“Good…although watching Valda trying to strangle a massive dragon would’ve been funny.”

“Hm. Maybe, but lets keep you alive for a long time instead.”

“War is hell,” Sylpha declared sleepily. Her expression turned sad as he got closer to the door. “It breaks people.”

“It can also put iron in their bones. Go to sleep and have pleasanter dreams.”

Sylpha wrinkled her nose. “No.”

Defiant to the last. By the time he reached the door she had closed her eyes and he watched her arm with the frilled shark move with her chest as she breathed the deep breaths of sleep. Wearily he knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal his brother looking more than a little rumpled. “Is she...?”

“Sleeping. It was a long night.”

Girhan nodded. “Which means I’m taking the helm.”

If his arms weren’t full of a half-elf he would’ve patted his shoulder as they squished past each other. “Don’t run us into the rocks.”

“One time. One time and he’s never going to let me live it down,” Girhan grumbled as he closed the door.

Zeklan laughed as he picked his way to the cabin he and Girhan shared with Sylpha. He wasn’t at all surprised to see a pile of thieves around the bed, or the knot of elves in the corner. Some of the elves perked up and he carefully waved for them to stay quiet, mouthing the word as well. He carefully shoved blankets aside and didn’t bother doing more than ensuring he wasn’t going to crush Sylpha as he slept.

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His whistle pierced the air and Aldon almost violently clapped his hands over his ears. Zeklan was a little sorry for that, but not really. He didn't like losing bets. Especially not to his brother. Waving most people down, he watched the tables. Most people couldn't differetiate between his whistles. As a brightly coloured figure hopped up and ran across tables, easily skipping past those seated and over dishes, he grinned. Sylpha wasn't most people.

Aldon drew in a sharp breath and muttered something too low for Zeklan to catch, but he suspected it had everything to do with the fact Sylpha easily leapt off the final table before the head table and loped her way to where they sat.

"Something wrong," Sylpha asked breathlessly as she stopped her headlong rush by grabbing onto the table.

"No."

Zeklan overrode Aldon's response right after. "Yes." Sylpha glanced between them and Zeklan didn't need to look at Aldon to know the man was whiter than the glacial floes Zeklan had once sailed around to avoid capture further north than either of these two had been. Zeklan pulled a leather puch of jewels out of his pocket and slapped them onto the table. "Give that to your uncle and tell him my answer is the great southern ironwoods. He'll know what I mean."

Sylpha nicked the pouch quick as ever. "Lost a bet?"

"If he rubs it in, I'm poaching from his people. If you rub it in, I'm taking your man for a year. His muscle would be useful in more than a few places."

"Wait-"

"Rude, but understandable," Sylpha replied with a scowl. She turned on her heel as she tossed the pouch up and caught it.

Zeklan let her get halfway to the next table before calling after her. "He knows exactly whats in that, scallywag. Don't go thinking you can have sticky fingers now."

Sylpha waved her hand in response seconds before he caught the telltale sign of her spitting something out. He wasn't too old to notice that, and he knew her tricks a little too well for her to be getting up to them where he was involved. He'd taught them to her after all, and nurtured others. And whatever tricks her silly thief friend had taught her, Zeklan knew as well. He hadn't spent all that time observing Valda and his ilk for nothing.

"You can't just put me on one of your crews without my permission," Aldon protested. "That's illegal."

"And your father would've had me press-ganged into the navy or strung up thirty years ago before I got too deep into piracy," Zeklan replied as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, " which isn't all that different when you think about it. And it wouldn't be one of my crews, you'd be on my crew aboard the Maiden where I can keep an eye on you. Now, about Sylpha. I notice you didn't repeat your concerns over her fragility to her while she was here. You were pretty quiet actually."

~~~

"Hm. That's...not something I'd considered when thinking of having children of my own. Because I wanted to be a father but now...I'm not sure I can."

Zeklan raised his eyebrow before taking his feet off the table so he could face Aldon with his mournful tone. "The legends all say different things, but I'm going to give you a warning right now." He leaned in so Aldon was sure to see how serious he was. "If you make me a grandfather before I'm well and ready to retire. Well..." Zeklan paused as Aldon's eyes widened "...I can just promise you that you'll still be alive."

And just like that, Aldon, the great Red Bear of Alcadia, turned as white as a moon bathed corpse as Zeklan refused to say anything further. Whatever possible things were running through Aldon's head would be worse than any threat Zeklan could come up. His reputation would do all the work here now.

[lynnarang]

A Family Found 5

It was rare for the hours to crawl by for a doll, ever so patient and still as they were, but for perhaps the first time since your creation you felt yourself anxiously glancing at the clock, the minutes creeping by all too slowly.

You had returned with the Good Hunter's mutilated body earlier that evening (or had it already been morning then?), meeting your witch for a second bout of emergency surgery.

Her wounds had been horrible, far worse than your work at the mistresses side has shown you a mortal body was capable of.

The other doll has sobbed the whole way, trembling porcelain fingers hanging tight to the threads of its former friend's life. You wanted to calm it but…

You were barely hanging in there as well, crutching on Stillness to avoid the stray thoughts of what would happen were you to mess up your duties.

Your witch seemed to be doing something similar as she operated on her lover with the same impassivity she might peel a potato.

With the threads of fate finally mended and the patient's breathing stabilized, you set upon your next task.

"That will be all, Miss. Go rest."

A witch was not used to being ordered, least of all by her own doll, but your stubborn dollish insistence seemed to get through to her

With her out of the way, and your fellow doll's tears running still, you need simply pass the hours until your patient awoke, then..

Everything would go back to normal, right?

The Good Hunter would play it tough, acting as if everything was okay.

Your Witch would roll her eyes, coming up with a quip and pretend her smile was from that.

And the two of you would obey urgent orders to go weed the garden, acting oblivious to why they wanted to be alone.

Everything was going to be.. Just fine… So why would your limbs not stop trembling?

You regained consciousness with a start, not having even realized you dozed off. You went to check your patient's wounds in a hurry, but…

She was gone. The blood soaked sheets were evidence that the long night had been more than a horrible nightmare, but the Good Hunter was nowhere to be seen.

You were about to run and find your witch, but a note on the nightstand drew your attention.

The first line was incomprehensible to your eyes, so it must have held your witches name, something a doll should never know and thus was hidden from your sight.

The rest… The rest left a sinking feeling of dread weighing in your core.

You hurried to your witches side, note clutched in your hands as your fellow doll followed behind, nervous confusion only answered by your panicked muttering.

By the time you reached your witches room she had long awoken from the ruckus you made.

"Let me guess, she left."

Your witch accurately surmised before plucking the note from your fingers. There was a certain bitterness to her voice that set both of you on edge.

"Tcch, what a cowardly little thing she is, pretending this is for our sake…"

"y-you don't seem surprised Miss…"

ai spoke quietly, a feat that was rare from her in the presence of your witch, but was becoming increasingly common these days.

"Surprised? Not at all, that girl has a half-eaten bucket of hay for brains, according to her own words."

"No, I expected I would not be seeing her again when I left for my rest last night."

You realized what that sinking feeling was now.

"then… it was this one's fault she left…? it's this one's fault we won't ever see her again?"

The sour expression on the witchs face wavered as she looked at her two dolls. She leaned in and drew you both into a hug, squeezing her warmth into you.

"No, it's no one's fault but hers.. and to a some extent mine…"

The last part whispered, a rare concession of fault.

"She had her reasons for leaving, foolish as the may be."

She was clearly still bitter though.

"She'll realize eventually she isn't doing anyone a favor by running away like this…"

You were about to ask what made her so sure, but the look in her eyes made you think better of it. She was trying to convince herself more than you.

You hugged her a little tighter.

Somewhere, miles from the estate, a wounded hunter limps along.

On one side of her thoughts, she felt the guilt of leaving again, of running away without so much as saying thanks. On the other side, the incomprehensible ruminations of a dead god grew louder with each footfall.

The problem was, they were beginning to make sense.

[decarbry]

I'd love to learn your thoughts on the rest of the bnha cast, particularly the main characters! Could you list your top 10 and share why you like them?

THIS WAS SO TOUGH I had to go through a complete character list to make sure I didn't miss anyone and I'm still not satisfied

Honestly BNHA does so well with character variety I love so much of the cast, tho it does fall into the pit of "there are too many characters and story threads to finish them all or even mention them ever again", do not talk to me about Shinsou

Anyway we're ignoring Aizawa, Yamada, and Eri because I think everyone already knows that they're my least favorite characters /s

10. Overhaul - probably one of the worst people in the show tbh but I really loved anytime his character was on screen?? he was such a calm but simmering threat before he was actively violent and honestly his voice acting in the dub imo was REALLY special. the whole organized crime angle is also one of my vibes in storytelling so I really enjoyed his character. plus his character design is *chef's kiss*

9. Tokoyami - he's a bird man with a dark passenger that acts like a puppy sometimes what's NOT to love -- I'm actually going to cheat and tie Tokoyami with Bakugou here because I had second thoughts. Bakugou's pivot in his relationship with Midoriya was one of my favorite character development moments and felt so well-done and earned that he's definitely in my top 10

8. Mirio - BEST BOY! Togata is just so positive and wholesome and selfless, every time I revisit his clash with Overhaul I sob my eyes out. I wasn't on board with his pivot in eye design at first but once I got to know him I fell for him HARD. There's literally no downside to this guy but at the same time that's ALRIGHT! Rather than it being obnoxious it's done in a way that I find flawless. like he still has weaknesses but he's composed so well as a character

7. Amajiki - how can you not love this poor anxious guy?? he's very relatable and anytime he pushes through his head to succeed in his goals I just want to scream and hug him. plus his quirk is amazing and I could NEVER because I'm such a picky eater

6. Kurogiri/Shirakumo - THE POWER OF ANGST no but partly it’s his relationship to our two favorite UA teachers but also Oboro seemed like such a GEM and I want to know him as he was and I have such high hopes for where the story is currently headed… Kurogiri himself is such a cool reflection/twist of his original personality that I find myself trying to read into every appearance he makes. Save him please

5. Shigaraki - kind of more superficial to begin with because his motivations were never SUPER interesting to me but his character arc has been a joy to watch and YES I know villains and heroes alike in this story have great writing that make them sympathetic but. for me Shiggy is one of the most obvious. like he can't be forgiven because he has done SO much damage and taken SO many lives but he really is the perfect hybrid example of when heroes fail those around them, and when villains influence those around them. also his path from childish gamer tantrum child to legitimate terrifying threat was a slow burn that feels earned. I think he was also my favorite early character design, specifically his full-hand costume he wore first at the USJ

4. Shinsou - dude's personality aside he's impressively ambitious and I really feel for his circumstance, I kinda took to him like Aizawa did? i was really invested in his path from the start and really would love to see him achieve his goal. i just want to see what he'll doooo. he was a major part of why I enjoyed season 5. hopefully he makes an appearance in the manga to help with current events but I'm probably just wishfully thinking

3. All Might - i usually never like the "superman" character in most things but Toshinori is imo the best-written of them and he has such a great character arc. i want all the best for this man that gave and is giving so much to the world, all at the cost of himself

2. Dabi - HONESTLY these last two can be interchangable. Dabi's character design is probably my favorite in the entire story. it's simple but iconic and very visually appealing even though it's. dead and burned skin LMAO. i'll be brutally honest, tho Todoroki is a great character and Endeavor is definitely trying, that whole family drama is kinda disinteresting to me (but is getting better)(which I hope continues since it's the opinion of some of the more... vocal readers that it's all that carries the later story and if that's true I want to REALLY enjoy it, y'know?). i'm thankful for Dabi because his existence in the story finally has my ears perked towards that thread and I really appreciate his drive even though the intention is to destroy hero society

1. Hawks - I'm going to repeat myself: CHARACTER DESIGN. the moment I saw Hawks I was like. in love. I really like spy storylines in general but I get easily drawn to characters that are outwardly charming, friendly, a bit obnoxious, confident, and know exactly how to appear in order to communicate their intentions. But then deep down... soooo many secrets. Plus, aside from Hawks' tragic family story, his tie to Endeavor as his idol is an extreme positive for Endeavor's character arc in my eyes. Hawks' tragedy doesn't end there though, because in a world of government-sponsored heroes he is perhaps THE MOST government-sponsored, and though they were the reason he had the resources to get to where he is, it's a weakness that has him kind of leashed, and I find that really sad. then we have his ruthlessness, which no matter how you feel about what happened to Twice, is sometimes necessary when it comes to saving the most amount of people. Hawks being the one to take that final action cemented him in my top 3

Honorable mentions for the rest that fall into the black hole of spots 11-20:

Midoriya, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Nana Shimura, Kaminari (just a dumb, lovable lad), Midnight, Kirishima, Mirko, Ryukyu, Monoma, Honenuki, Fatgum (challenging Mirio for best boy placement), Endeavor

Honorable honorable mentions for character designs I just LOVE:

Thirteen, Snipe, Sero, Kuroiro, Mandalay/all of the Pussycats tbh, Majestic, Mr. Compress, Geten, Moonfish, USJ Nomu, Rappa

Honorable honorable honorable mention for this dude that doesn't appear enough to qualify for the list but still deserves a shout-out:

Yokumiru Mera, please let him sleep

[cinnabunhwa]

the truth

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort, silly jokes

summary: today just won't go right. this whole week, in fact. you thought you could hold yourself together, but you're one thread away from crying. minho comforts you.

warnings: descriptions of anxiety and not being enough, guilt, crying, reader vents

words: 2,220

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a/n: whewwww my first fic and it’s a comfort fic with Minho 🥹 i think i rlly needed this so i hope that this helps anyone who needs it!!

“Y/n L/n didn’t do a single thing.”

You were in the middle of a very important meeting, displaying the powerpoint made by your team to investors. It was obvious your presentation was missing key elements and your coworkers were pinning the blame on you. You scoffed and wondered how they thought your boss would possibly believe that. It was YOU that put the info together, even spending nights after work piecing their parts together better. If it stayed as it was, the investors would have laughed in our faces. Instead, they were staring at your group with haggard expressions. These claims had started not too long ago, and they were long over it, but your coworkers did not want to budge. You put on a brave face despite their lies. Your boss turned to face you, noting the bags that lay under your eyes and sighing deeply.

“Y/n didn’t even try to keep in contact with us until yesterday,” another lied. A small cacophony of agreements burst forth, while you still had your hand up to the slide, taking everything in.

With everyone in the group trying to throw you under the bus, it’s no wonder that your boss wants to have a meeting with you on Monday before anything final happens. A saving grace by someone you’ve always known to be a fair judge. Despite that, the waiting period made your insides churn. The adrenaline from all the yelling was beginning to leave your body as you drove home, only exhaustion and an emotional downpour left in its wake.

Shaking your head to clear it, you turn your car off and grab your bags. It’s drizzling out, and you can’t afford to get caught in the rain. Can’t let those thoughts get to you. You have so much good to think about instead. Like coming home to your lovely boyfriend and his cats. Like knowing no matter what, you somehow always managed to have a roof, and you’re not often hungry. You can handle it, there’s steps that can be taken, probably. That means things are going to be okay. No matter what things need to be okay. They must be.

It's fine.

You managed to get to your door before the downpour got too bad and fumbled to get your house key. You knock in the meantime while you look, but after finding them you realize you can hear music coming from inside, so Minho probably didn’t hear you. You struggle a bit more with the keys, and push to let yourself in. The door feels heavier than usual as you melt against it, just happy to be out of the wind.

See? It’s fine. You got the door open.

Finally, you’re in a dry place, with no coworkers to lie about you, and you can just put all the heavy things down so you can come eat dinner. You made it home without much delay, and everything’s still other than the loud music coming from the kitchen. You move to place your bag on a hook, and your arm drops a bit heavier than usual. The next sound is of a hook falling to the floor, and your bag falling and crashing to the floor with it.

Things are not fine.

You hear footsteps running to the entryway of your shared apartment.

“Y/n??” Minho.

You also hear scattered smaller footprints, undoubtedly the cats running away from the loud bang. He opens his mouth to ask but hears the choked sniffle and his shoulders drop. You feel warmth on your back as he gently maneuvers past you so he can close the door. Despite trying your hardest not to sob, another sniffle gets past you and the next thing you feel is Minho enveloping you in his arms. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you close, supporting your weight so you lean on him. The tears flow, and together you stand. Sobs wracking your chest as you gasp for air, holding your boyfriend. Minho wipes your tears slowly, gently, and says nothing. He brings you further into your shared space, helping you remove your shoes, detouring to the stove to put it on low, then sits you on your favorite part of the couch. Minho grabs the fluffiest blanket you both own and wraps you in it.

He settles next to you, pulling your head to lay on his chest, ear just above his heart. You attempt to speak, but hear a gentle shush. He looks at you warmly, carding his hand through your hair with one hand, and calmly rubbing circles into your back with the other hand.

“First,” he started, “we breathe. Then we talk, ok jagi?” You nodded slowly, knowing it was no good to try to fight him on this. You nodded, opting to listen to his heart and let your brain process what it needed to. You slowed your breathing, trying to keep in time with his breaths.

While pulling the blanket up around your shoulders you sighed. The lights were dimmed, your favorite blanket was here, and your favorite human was here. You should be happy, right? You love Minho with everything you have, and you want to share happiness with him. But it’s hard.

Tears begin to prick your eyes. ‘No, it’s fine. Of course I should be happy,’ you thought. ‘I have a loving partner, a job, a roof over my head, things could be so much worse. I shouldn’t complain. Things could have gone left but I’m here.’

Your eyes begin to sting, and you sank into Minho and the couch, slowly closing them. The feeling of the couch welcomes you, and before you lose yourself completely, warm hands are placed on either side of your face. Your eyes snap open to see two worried ones staring back. He wipes at your face, tear streaks still visible. You didn’t realize you began to cry again. It’s then, looking into those eyes, that you realize you can’t hold onto it by yourself anymore.

“What’s going on, love?”

You’re silent for a few minutes. He doesn’t press you again, just slowly reaches over to where your hands are shaking. He holds his hands above yours, asking permission. Only at your nod does he fully extend. He gently holds both hands, no additional pressure, just to let you know he’s there. Sitting like this, with your bodies connected, it was getting easier to breathe.

You slowly lean closer until your forehead is pressed into his neck before whispering, “the meeting didn’t go well…”

Minho nods, rubbing slow comforting circles onto the back of your hand. He was aware of your meeting and even wished you good luck before you left this morning. You had seemed so optimistic when you left, but now you’re trying to hold yourself together.

 “didn’t go well… how? Or did something huge happen?” he asked.

Your eyes close, allowing tears to fall onto your joined hands.

“They made fun of my contribution to the project, said that I didn’t do much of anything, and my company lead didn’t defend me at all. He threw me at this deal because he said I was good enough and by the end of tonight it sounded like he was going to get rid of me.” You let out a small sob at the end of that phrase.

Being transparent didn’t come easy to you. There were a lot of times where you pretended things were okay or didn’t want to tell people things because they’d worry. There was nowhere in the world that you felt like you were believed, until Minho came along.

He puts you within arm’s reach, slowly wiping your tears.

“They’re idiots. Every single one of them. I saw how hard you worked and how put together your presentation was. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out,” he said with a finality that couldn’t be argued, even if he did say it in a low and gentle voice. “We always do.”

Minho had watched all week as you struggled to make this project come to life. He watched you plan things after work hours. The hours you spent rearranging topics and trying to make what you had work. It broke his heart to see you cry over things that were out of your control. Especially when others had been unnecessarily cruel to you. Kissing your temple, he holds you close to his chest as if protecting you from any more bad feelings.

You have been with Minho for 5 months now, sixth coming up soon. The two of you had been friends since you could count.  Wherever Minho went, your family knew “y/n wants to go!!” You were a year younger than him, but you always had each other’s backs. He was a force that teased everyone you knew. People would often think he was mean, especially when he stated things the only way he wanted to; bluntly. When prompted about why he would say things like that he only replied, “well it’s the truth.”

“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned.

Minho looked at you and rolled his eyes.

“Now you stop believing me?” He crosses his arms, “Why do you say that?”

“There’s no way you like me,” you said, laughing wildly and hopping on the rock jetty near your house.

His only response is, and ever will be, “well, it’s the truth.”

Unbeknownst to you, while you were zoned out, your boyfriend had been trying everything he could to cheer you up now that you’d both sat a little. He cracked some jokes, complimented you, and let you know whatever it is that’s bothering you will pass. But then he realized, you were zoned out. Dori even came to paw at your foot once he realized it was you but received no response.

The sound of a throat clear brings your faraway mind back from fond memories.

You turn, and you’re met with the sight of your best friend, your boyfriend Minho.

He was about to speak but saw the look on your face. Your smile was genuine, but he could see how exhausted you were from the day. The weekend is a time for fun, but it can hold a lot of big feelings from the week prior. He was determined to make it better before it officially started.

Minho raised his eyebrows. “You thinking about me? You’ve got a big smile on your face.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and lightly shoved him. His little jokes always pulled you out of the dark clouds. He rolled off the couch and dramatically laid on the floor.

“Oh no. I’m on the floor. Whatever will I do? Who will put big smiles on y/n’s face now?” he teased in the most monotone voice he had. “How will I ever get up—”

Soonie chased Doongie and both cats ended up running right over Minho’s chest, knocking his breath out of him for a moment. He yelped and the room went silent for a moment before your laughter filled it. He pretended to be slain, in the most ridiculous pose possible, switching every few seconds to a new pose that had tears of joy falling. You clutched your stomach, as you began to breathe normally again. Minho finally gets up, laughing to himself.

“You ok, love?” you breathed.

“Yep,” he chuckled, “here let me plate your dinner for you. Stay cozy, okay?” he said, kissing your forehead before standing and heading toward the kitchen.

Minho had been making your favorite food when you came home. He was sure that no matter what the outcome of the meeting was, that having your safe food was always going to be a good idea. He filled your plate and his own and brought it to the coffee table where you sat. He sat next to you and waited for you to eat. He lets you sit quietly for a moment before deciding to take action.

“Look at me,” he requested.

You obliged, looking tearily up at him. His eyes were dark, but firm. His index and thumb lightly hold your chin to keep your gaze.

“You are so good at what you do,” he says, while gently rubbing your jawline with his thumb, “You are only one person. There’s no way your boss won’t see what’s happening once he talks to you. I know you can’t help it but try not to go through the anxiety of it happening multiple times. Things will work out somehow. I’m sure of it. Try not to put yourself through it more than you need to.”

A warmth blooms in your chest. For the first time all night, Minho sees you smile past the worries. He gives your cheeks a pinch just to make you fuss at him, and hands you a teacup. The scent of Jasmine tea is strong as you take a small sip and relish in knowing that out of all the people in the world, your favorite made your favorite food, and a cup of tea on a bad day. Minho sips his own cup, making slurping noises. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face. You giggle at his antics and embrace his torso.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“For what?”

“For saying that.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

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OH MY GOD MY FAVORITES??? HOW CAN I CHOOSE THERES SO MANY UR SO CRUEL TO ME </3 (jk)

Ok ok I’ll give u some of my favorites hehe cuz I can’t simply choose just one

Volcano. Automatically Volcano. Might even be my number one?? Literally any time I listen to Volcano now I think of this fic. Like it was just PERFECTION on top of PERFECTION almost made me cry I loved it so much. You packed so many details into it too and I really love coming back to it every once in a while to see what else I catch that I missed before. Also Hannie??? I love my Hannie ok. Volcano was just a masterpiece and I loved her sm truly deserves the best.

Invisible Thread up next! Part one is one of the first fics I read by you I think? Took me a while to come on anon ik ik 🫡 but both parts were just *chef’s kiss* and I loved how they intertwined with each other and complimented each other perfectly. They built off one another and you really saw the character development and growth reading from each part like 🥹 loved her sm. Part two was also a nice comfort for me cuz I wasn’t feeling well when it came out but reading it felt like a warm hug and I really appreciated that comfort at the time.

You’re in the Wind, I’m in the Water is gonna be my third choice hehe. I absolutely love how Hyunjin’s photos birthed this cuz it was so BEAUTIFUL??? And part two absolutely had me hooked. I really loved the sequences and I’m an absolute romance fiend so I was really loving the second part hehe.

Ok I’m not done cuz I can’t forget your drabbles too??? I love them equally hehe. First off the Seungmin drabble where you realize you don’t have to act a certain way around him. Mmm yup that one hit I loved it and wanna give it a lil smoochie. I feel like Seungmin was such a perfect choice for that.

Keeping the Seungmin train going, the other drabble you made where he comforted the reader who tends to bottle up their emotions. Again, hit very hard but was such a great comfort.

Okee last drabble would beeeeee the Chan one of him being proud of you at the end of a hard day. I love comfort fics and you really write them well hehe.

I’ll end this off by also saying I really love all your Hyunjin brain rots too. Like your essay I asked you to write about why you love him? Had me in tears. I just really loved reading it and I feel your understanding of the members REALLY blossoms all of your writings more. Cuz like, you understand them deeper than some may. That’s how I feel at least. I think that really helps to make the fics you write, even just the mini drabbles, feel so much more alive.

I love you, I love your brain, I love your writing, and I’m excited to see what you come up with next year <3

(Also sorry this was long lol)

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YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST TO ME I WANNA REACH THROUGH MY PHONE AND SQUEEZE YOUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for loving Volcano this much it truly blows my mind that u think of it whenever u listen to volcano because that song is so so so beautiful and for u to associate my work with it..... sobbing in the corner, seriously.

EEEE INVISIBLE THREAD!!! so omg u've been here for a while now THANK YOU FOR STAYING!!!! :'))) and thank you for appreciating the part two as well, it wasn't really action heavy just very healing and human so to know it brought you some comfort? wahhhh warms my heart :(((

HYUNE pool pics will forever go down history like he was insane for that absolutely crazy and i love him so much for it because i think it's my favorite fic too??? it was just from the heart:'))) AND ORANGE!!! hehehhehe im so happy u liked it u are validating the hopeless romantic in me too

THE DRABBLES U REM THEM TOO ☹️☹️☹️☹️ seung is such a comfort figure right writing hurt/comfort for him comes so easily i love him very dearly,, and the chan one ;;;;; his msg that day made me tear up OUR BOYS ARE THE SWEETEST.

thank you for loving my hyune brainrots ;;;;; i love your questions about him the most like you GET ME we get each other thank u for giving me space to talk about him and I LOVE YOU THE MOST, seriously, you always say such sweet and heartwarming things about my writing it makes me so so so so happy. you make this place so much brighter ur emoji fits u so well because u are like a twinkle and light in my life ;;; thank u for existing and for being so kind to me i truly appreciate you more than i could ever express <333

[kuroheishi]

🎭 a blog i miss writing with

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

// Ahhhh damn there are so many people I actually miss to see on here who I used to write with a lot! I call it the first Owari Tumblr generation haha!

I will tag some of them so if they EVER come back they'll find my random tag after years hehe HEY IF YOU ARE GOING TO SEE THIS I MISS YOU GUYS BUT I HOPE YOU'RE ALL OKAY AND HAPPY!!!

@undyingxloyalty is an absolute talented and super kind rper, Kat was so amazing and she's such a big absence in my RP life haha but I'm sure she is okay and I wish her all the best always!

Fortisgladio, deactivated blog but literally the canon Yucihiro ever existed. I admired Lizzie with my whole heart and I think she understood Yuichiro in such a deep level it was fantastic to read any of her threads/thoughts. I was honestly lucky I was able to interact with her Yu. She was a joy to be around and I have to thank her for inspiring me to write better and always do my best with Yu's character!

Then Poenited who deactivated too THEY WERE THE GUREN FOR MY YUCIHIRO. I don't know how else to explain but that, there was just something when we started making our muses interact that clicked y'know? And it hurt me in the best way, I treasure Yu and Guren's relationship the most so I miss writing with them gross sobbing.

@chiheisxn MY AKANE SIS WHERE ARE YOU honestly miss the fun we had at the time uebfcdhsjsdc our threads were always so adorable eucsdhbsdc and honestly it was always so much to talk in general

@sassyshinoahiiragi SHE WAS THE SHINOA FOR MY YUICHIRO no need to add other words, Chelsea was also a big part of my golden tumblr era and I'm glad she is doing good hehe

@brassboundvalkyrie KIT!!!!!!!!!! MUM HORN AND LAU WITH CROWLEY our endless Skype chats eufdsihsdsdc I miss those happy and free of responsibilities times damn

@lordgeales and @monophagia THE VAMPIRE DADS they always came in a duo I swear and I miss nagging you both you guys were SO AMAZING

@fallenangelmikaela ALICE HOWLS I KNOW YOU ARE AROUND ON DISCORD but I'm so happy to still see you're doing amazing hehe our rps were also the super fun ones so I will treasure them 5ever

It's kinda sad not to know what happened to some of those awesome people but as long as they are safe and happy that's what matters!

I also probably missed so many people but they're definitely the ones who have impacted my Tumblr experience the most and in the best way heh.