#I mean i cried earlier today so i get a pass but

[kamisunshine]

I didn't realize that Gabriel not being a completely shit father would make me tear up a lil bit but okay then--

[etherealskeletons]

saw my mom for the first time in 9 years today

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING MEAN !!! MAX V. X FEM!CHARACTER (18+)

summary: test the dutchman and he’ll test your limits — OR mean!max content goes brrrr…

content warning: smut (minors dni!), brief descriptions of dacryphilia, impact play, orgasm denial and squirting, literally just dirty, max just being a smug piece of shit but i like that ig 😋, smut under the cut!!!

note: i don’t know how to write smut (literally the first time writing one) and english is my second language so beware of shitty writing 🙏 please don’t judge me i’m trying

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this had to be the… what? sixth time he denied her climax? yeah. something like that. but max couldn’t help it; she called him out on it in front of their friends— he wasn’t about to allow her to humiliate him like that.

“yeah he’s an asshole. he might be mean to others but i don’t know… he doesn’t seem like he would be mean in bed,” she laughed with their mates earlier today as she teased him with a flirtatious smile, “he won’t be vanilla. but he won’t be the type to deny for fun.” 

yeah right, max almost scoffed as his palm struck her throbbing cunt again— eliciting a pitiful cry of pleasure out of her mouth, and who’s being denied now? certainly not him. 

he could do this shit all day. he could continue to fuck her with his fingers that were three times bigger than hers until she was seeing white and even passed out after. he could just stay here and give her more than she’d been begging for. 

but her? she was just begging him pitifully to let her cum only to be denied with a hint of laughter and mockery. she loved it, but she needed more— and she was crying because he wouldn’t give it.

the red bull driver looked up at her. she was so pretty like this: incredibly fucked out, her eyes and lips puffy from begging and crying for more— for an orgasm, and her cheeks drying the tears that fell from her eyes. 

he couldn’t even deny that he enjoyed seeing her like this. but he’d have to be nice to her eventually— he had to ensure he wouldn’t push past her limits. 

his fingers curled up inside her again, sliding back and forth as he continued to hit the sensitive spot of her walls in a rigorous manner as he let out a breathless chuckle. she squealed in a high pitched tone, her body convulsing as she neared her high. 

“you look so pretty like this, schatje,” he crooned, holding her hips down as he continued to fuck her cunt with his fingers. “so desperate to cum that you’re crying for me. i thought i wouldn’t be mean, hm?” 

“m-“ she babbled, “max please~”

“please what, schatje?” her lips trembled as her body shook. “wanna cum?” 

“‘m cumming… i- i- hah~” she cried out, max’s lips spreading widely as he felt her walls clenching around his fingers. 

max silenced her with his lips reaching hers, hungrily devouring her as she whimpered. “go ahead. cum,” his fingers continued to thrust inside her rapidly as a sharp cry of relief escaped her mouth. liquid trickled out of her pussy as max grinned against her lips, his fingers drowning in her pleasure as her body slowly eased into the bed. 

breathlessly, she looked at him and grinned. max cleaned his fingers as his mouth opened with a pop and a smirk. 

“i hope you know that this isn’t it for tonight, schatje,” he muttered, grabbing a handful of her hair before tugging it harshly. “because i’m gonna make sure you’ll understand how mean i can get when i ruin you with my cock. maybe by then you’ll learn how to watch your words, hm?” 

[feelbokkie]

Things SKZ does when you're pregnant

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genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: just cute things skz would do while you are pregnant

pairing: bf!skz x reader with a uterus

warnings: swearing

word count: 1,021 (unedited)

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

Plays Music for Your Bump

he bought one of those headphone sets that you can use to put on baby bumps the second he found out they existed

it's basically a Channie's room (rip Channie's room)

he's prescreening all the songs beforehand though

got to make sure they're baby appropriate

plays a few skz songs

red lights and drive are hard passes

plays a wide variety of music

he's trying to create a musical genius at this point

with his genes, it's very much possible that this might happen

takes the baby's suggestions every seriously

"The baby kicked," "They must really love this song," "Or they hate it," "...Hey, if you like the song, kick. If you hate the song, stay still!" "Chan, don't confuse the child." "Hey, maybe they're a dancer like their uncles."

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Making All of the Food You're Craving

yes, even the bat shit insane ones like pickles and peanut butter

he knows that it's 50% his fault that you're hungry and want specific things and that you're doing 100% of the work so the least he could do was make you what you and the parasite baby want to eat

the first time he did it, you were talking to yourself about something you were craving, not thinking he was paying attention

you were debating if you should order it or go out and buy some and take it home

he immediately went into the kitchen and made it without a second thought once he realized that you were probably craving it because of the baby

he came back some time later and just placed the food in your lap

you legit cried

blame the hormones

one time you asked him directly make you something and he jokingly said no

you cried again and he felt so bad that he made it and got your favorite dessert

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

Lifts Your Bump

definitely feels guilty and responsible for you being in this situation

i mean he partly is to blame but you were there too

so he will constantly just come up behind you and lift up your bump to get your back a break

and he'll stay there for a while

and if you two go to the beach for whatever reason, the first thing he's doing is digging a bump shaped hole so you can lay on your stomach comfortably

buys that bump comfort tape and helps you tape your stomach to give you some relief throughout the day while he's out working

did research to make sure he was doing it safely of course, he doesn't want to hurt you or the baby

helps you do some exercises and stretches to ease your pain too

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

Paints You and Your Bump

the second he found out that you were pregnant, he got several ideas of things to paint on your stomach

started earlier than he probably should have

but when you started getting bigger and more self-conscious, he decided to paint a portrait of you and your bump

and he makes you look like some sort of angel or divine being

you almost don't believe that he painted you

hangs it where he knows you'll see it often

greatly boosts your confidence

will also play on it constantly

"how are my muses doing today?"

also paints a mural in the baby's room in his free time because he can

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Tells Your Bump Stories

more specifically, he's giving the baby a detailed play-by-play of whatever show he's currently watching

you bought one of those mics you can attach to your stomach so you could talk to the baby and it is almost always in his hands

"...and their dad is kind of an asshole--you don't have to worry about that, your dad is cool as fuck" "Jisung, language," "if we normalize swearing when they're young, we won't have to worry about them having the mouth of a sailor like Felix. I read it in a book" "...I don't think they mean while the baby is still in the womb,"

reads them them manga too

if he's watching tv and you're sitting next to him, he's pulling out the mic and narrating everything that's on the screen

will sing every once in a while, have to prepare the baby for the rest of their life now so they're not shocked once they're born

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

Massages and Foot Rubs

he massages you and gives you foot rubs anyway, especially if you ask for them

but when you told him you were pregnant, one of the first things he did was research how to safely massage you

secretly practiced on the boys so he wouldn't hurt you or the baby until he was confident enough to massage you

still was nervous to actually massage you

rubs your feet more often than the rest of you because it's safer

once you're towards the end of your pregnancy and increasingly uncomfortable from all the added weight you're carrying, he gets over his fears and massages you to give you some relief

Will cuddle you after too while resting his head on your bump

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Talking and Singing to Your Bump

this man has been talking to his baby the second he learned that their ears are fully developed

and he's talking to them like a normal person, not baby talk

full conversations too

he'll come home for a long day of work and come tell both of you about his day

often comes and lays his head on your bump and sings to it

just little songs mostly

also sang songs in his JYP voice because why not

whenever you express discomfort, he is lecturing the poor unborn child

"Seungmin, they're not even born yet." "Y/n, please, I am having a private conversation." "Sorry, my bad."

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

Weekly Progress Shots with Your Bump

mostly, he's having fun taking pictures of how much you're growing each month

every week without fail he is pulling out the camera and harassing you to take the picture

will style you and get props so you can have fun with it

one of the more common props is whatever food item the baby is the same size as

makes a video with all of the pictures and finishes it with the last photo of you holding the baby where the bump was

he's already planning the baby's month photoshoots

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[ii2ko]

DON’T WAKE ME UP WITHOUT KISSES !

; genshin men.

i. he doesn’t wanna wake up without your soft kisses in the morning, so he refuses to get out of bed without them.. spoiled much?

ii. characters: albedo, ayato, childe

iii. fluff, soft morning kisses, breakfast in bed, petnames (darling), a lot of kisses, mentions of the fatui n wounds, etc.

ALBEDO

“wake up albedo! wake up!” you exclaimed as you continued to shake his shoulder to wake him up, still failing after 4 minutes you finally give up.

“ugh, whatever just—” “what’s in it for me?” he said with his raspy and breathy morning voice you hear often. you look back at him as you tried to stand up and leave the room; “what do you mean what’s in it for you?” you ask him softly confused. he just looked at you with droopy eyes and said in a very tired voice “you know what I mean..” as he flopped back down onto the pillow. “wha— hey! ‘bedo..” you groaned as you realized that the food was probably getting cold and bitter as time passed. you again; tapped and shook him trying to get him to awake but still no answer and not even a single move.

“c’mon ‘bedo! the food is getting cold! get up!” you hissed in frustration. while finally! he responded after another 5 minutes. “not until you kiss me to wake me up.” he blandly said as he still closed his eyes to rest more.

you just scoffed and rolled your eyes as he said, “oh, fine Snow White. get over here” you said as you sat back down on the bed and pulled him towards you as you softly kissed him awake. “c’mon now.. get up.

“fine.”

AYATO

“darling, it’s 9 am. almost time for the traveler to arrive!” you exclaimed to your fiancé with slight a anxiously feeling of wanting to get ready early to meet the traveler.. and their little flying pet.

“we aren’t even meeting them today. maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..?” he questioned with obvious exhaustion in his tone while lifting his head a little to see you properly with a hazy vision. “well, still! it’d be better to meet them and their little.. flying thingy with your sister! and maybe thoma too.. The earlier, the better.” “well, Ayaka and thoma can meet them before us,” he said while still trying to look at you from behind his shoulder.

“well— if they are, then do, should we! we.. well you should—” he sat up and turned around while quickly placing a kiss on your lips to have you stop talking about how he’s supposed to get dressed for a single person.. with a flying friend.

you just stared at him as he flopped his way back down onto the bed with a sigh. “whatever, I’ll go now with Ayaka and Thoma.” You said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek; “I’ll see you soon.” you sighed

then suddenly he sat up while watching as you leave the room you both shared. he groaned and quietly said, “wait, I’m coming too..”

CHILDE

“oww.. ow! that hurts, slow down!” he cried out as you quickly swabbed harshly and applied more pressure on the cotton swap that had alcohol on it to help his wound stay away from infections.

“I already told you! stop fighting with your co-workers– wait, no, your comrades.. ugh whatever you call them!” you scoffed while quickly dabbing the swap on his again opened wound that some man named Pantalone did. “how the fuck did it get this bad?” you asked him as you slowed your pace down. “well.. we both did have a bit of free time, so I asked him for a duel. you know, the ones I do with the traveler?” he softly said while he winced at the stinging pain on his arm.

“oh.. one of those?” you questioned as you began to calm down and put in stitches. “ah, ah… shit. y–yeah. one of those fights.” he hissed as you put in at least 7 stitches on his left arm. “..are you mad?” he glanced at you from the side of his eye. “what? no! I mean, yeah, just a little.. but I can get over it. your still alive is what matters.” you told him while placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Now c’mon.. go to sleep. It’ll feel better tomorrow,” you said as you picked up the remaining medical supplies on the bed you both shared while getting up to out than in their original spots and throwing away some things that weren’t needed anymore. as you did that, ajax sat there quietly in the same position you left him in. zoning out as you did what you were currently doing

soft footsteps could be heard outside with a soft door opening sound. “hey I’m back, ‘jax.” You softly said as you closed the door with a loud click while walking over to the bed and lying down, not noticing how quiet he was.

“hey... you okay?” you said as you sat up to touch his bare back. “ow!” he groaned as he blinked twice while turning his head to face you. “yeah, ‘course I’m fine.” he trailed off while laying down and popping his fingers. “hey, you know you could always talk to me ‘jax.” “I know.. just tired,” he said while mumbling some other words.

“alright. I’m gonna go to bed now, it’s 3. night ‘jax.” you said as you kissed him again and went off to sleep next to him.

“..night.” he dozed off.

“Can you kiss me again?” he asked as he woke you up in the middle of the night. “what.”

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n6gi voicemail: this is a note from months later almost a year but then there will be no pt2 bc i dont even like genshin anymore sooo uhhhh

pt2 will have alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, and heizou

[xxblairexxss]

Naughty treats 🌈

Pairing : Jude Bellingham x vet!reader

Theme : Angst (I think) / fluff

It’s kinda long. I tried to make it short but kinda fail at it :’) haven’t proofread!

“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you so much! I might have gotten too excited to pet this little one that I didn’t realised I dropped my student card.” You stood up immediately as the guy handed the card and as soon as you looked at him, oh my, he’s beautiful.

“Oh, no worries. Big fan of cats, I see?”

“Yeah, big fan of animals, actually.” You smiled and lifted the student card up to the side of your side to show him your course.

“Wow, that must be tough. I could barely survive IGCSE.”

You laughed along with him and you could have sworn you actually felt your cheeks turning red because he had such a captivating smile.

And that is how you met Jude Bellingham.

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Jude had always been supporting you. He loved it when you came home from clinical training full of smiles and it was because there were a litter of puppies who came to the clinic to get vaccination.

“They were adorable! One of them tried to climb on my shoulder because he was too scared of the needle.”

Or when you talked about this one parrot that broke its wing and would repetitively say “That’s not funny.” during the whole bandaging procedure.

But that doesn’t mean you have never came home with tears sitting on your waterline, waiting to roll down your cheeks when you blinked.

And today, was one of the day,

It was an euthanasia case today where you had to put down a family dog. Though you had been doing clinical training close to two years, you still had difficulty to handle your emotions during the whole process, especially when there’s teenagers involved because you knew the bond they had with the pet were strong because they basically grew up together. You always reminded yourself to hold it together and to never, ever cried more than the families. You couldn’t let them be the one to comfort you. You were there because you had a focus and you were there to do your job, making sure everything was smooth and peaceful for the pet. It was not your pet and you were not the one who lost the pet that day so you bit your tongue.

“Thank you, Y/N. For everything you did to help our Coco. I told the kids it was a quick and peachful passing.” The mom of the family, Sarah came to see you after the whole process to express her gratitude. You had been seeing her frequently for the past 6 months as she would always bring Coco, her golden retriever for a monthly checkups and treatments.

“I’m sure it was. I saw how she reached you out with her paws and wagged her tails until her last breath.” You blinked to hide your tears away and stroked on her shoulder.

“The kids gave her a Mars bar last night as the last gift of kindness for being the bestest dog all these years.”

“Oh, Sarah…. I’m sure Coco would have chosen your family over and over because you guys made her the happiest dog ever.” You should have gotten a medal for all those attempts on biting your tongue and held on the tears. You had to constantly reminded yourself that you were not the one who lost Coco. You won’t make this about you.

When you got home, it was empty. Jude had told you earlier that he would be back later than usual because he had a short meetings with his PR teams. Soon as you dropped your items on the couch, all hell broke loose. All those tears that you had held went unloose as you broke down. It wasn’t until the next 10 minutes when you decided to take a shower and cooked yourself a dinner. Well, the tears show didn’t end there because as you were waiting for the water to boil, a few tears would slipped off and rolled down your cheeks. You wiped it off with your oversized hoodie, Jude’s hoodie sleeve and another round of tears would rolled off again. You couldn’t cry earlier but now you couldn’t stop the tears.

“Baby, I’m home!”

Jude walked in and immediately dropped his stuffs on the floor to march his way to the kitchen, completely oblivious with what happened.

“My lady. I missed you so much.”

Jude mmediately circled his arms around your waist from the back, face dipped into the crick of your neck. He could smell the rosemary mint, the smell of your shampoo that you had been using for a while.

You didn’t say anything. You missed him, of course but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything at the moment. Jude left a few peck of kisses on your neck up to your jawline, his hand sneaked under your (his) hoodie to lock it around your waist.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

Silence again. Jude then pulled away and turned you around, that was when he saw your puffy, red eyes. You looked like you had been crying. No, you looked like you definitely cried.

“Y/N, hey, did something happened? Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

You immediately clung on him and he engulfed you in his arms almost instantly. He knew you very well and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it yet so he didn’t pushed any further. He asked nothing else and only caressed the back of your hair as you whimpered. His arms tighten your delicate figure, feeling his heart broke every time you sobbed and he knew it was something to do with the animals because the last time you cried this bad was when you had a cat brought in after an accident and ended up dead in your arms.

Jude then lifted you up so you could sit on the kitchen counter as he stood in between your legs and cupped on your damp cheeks, thumbs slided across them to wipe the tears off.

“Let’s order takeaways and watch your favourite movie, okay?”

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Jude and you were halfway through of the movie when you finally spoke. You had your body tangled with his on the couch, head fitted nicely at his neck and you could feel the weight of his cheek against the hoods of your hoodie.

“I had to put down an 11 years old family dog today.”

“Oh, baby..”

“And the kid, one of the family member came up to me saying she wished her dog would get lots of treats when she walked across the rainbow bridge.” You pursed on your lips, fingers playing with his hoodie string. Too tired to cry at this point.

“You did your best, baby. I’m sure the dog was grateful she got you to treat her and made it painless for her to cross the bridge.” Jude dipped his head and pecked on your forehead as you pulled your body away to look at your man.

“How about…” Jude uttered, looking like he was trying to propose something.

“Hm?”

“How about we made a jar of chocolate for the animals who have to go through euthanasia appointment at your hospital? We could use the Hershey kisses we had.

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Why not, it’s the least you could do.”

“You don’t mind me taking some of the chocolates we have?”

“Are you kidding me? Take all you want, I can have the company sent me another truck of it tomorrow.”

Jude has always and will be a blessing to your life.

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next day

[hannahssimblr]

It’s a dreary, drizzly evening that calls for streetlights earlier than usual, their light straining weakly through the thick mist off the bay, and as I glance down at Ivy with droplets of rain beading on the halo of frizz around her plaits I consider the fact that she was right, a jacket wouldn’t have been the worst idea. 

The lights are on early at Michelle’s house too, the voile netting over the netting in the living room window not giving anything away inside, just the vague shapes of whatever is on the television.

As always, the door is off the latch, and inside Jen is leaning against the counter by the toaster spinning a butter knife in her fingers. She gives me a wary look when we see each other. “She’s in the living room,” and holds her hand out to Ivy, “Hey Ives, do you wanna hang out with me for a little while? C’mere, oh, who did your hair today? Was it your brother? Yikes, okay let me have a look at this…”

I gingerly push through to the living room, where Michelle is engaged in an intense discussion with both of her parents. She’s slumped on the couch with puffy eyes while they stand with their backs to the fire, glancing at me with alarm as I enter the room wielding a bar of chocolate, which, in hindsight is a bit of a pathetic celebratory or consolation prize. 

“Hi.”

“Oh good, Jude,” Rahim beckons me over to the couch to sit with Michelle, and I take her hand, “can you tell her that this is not the end of the world?” He’s saying, voice tinged with impatience, “There are plenty of other opportunities.”

“Zero, huh?” I say gently, and she shakes her head, arm trembling as she passes the letters to me. One, two, three rejections. I read one of them briefly, from Paris. 

“‘...unimaginative and containing cliches…’ wow, that feels a bit harsh, doesn’t it? I don’t think they needed to be all like that about it.”

She breaks down in tears, “I’m a terrible artist.”

“No, you aren’t,” I skim through the one from Berlin, “Look, they’ve said here that this year’s application was their strongest in history. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I just feel so stupid.”

“What? No, you’re the furthest thing from stupid.”

“Michelle, there are other options,” Rahim practically pleads, “Why don’t you go back to the application portal before it is too late and put down something more reasonable?”

Debra agrees, “This is what we’ve been saying, Michelle, maybe art is wrong for you. See? You shouldn’t have changed your mind in the first place. There’s a good reason you decided against it-”

“Yeah well I want to do it now, don’t I?” Michelle snarls, swatting tears away from her cheeks, “Jude and I are doing this together, it’s already decided.”

Her mother eyes me warily before deciding that I should probably hear this too, “Love, you know it’s not always a good idea to make big life decisions based on your boyfriend. Nothing lasts forever.”

“How could you say that?”

“What happened to veterinary science, hm? Wouldn’t that be a good career?”

“I wanted to be a vet when I was like, seven, what are you on about?” 

“Or she could be a doctor, like me!” Rahim attempts, but this is only met with a fresh barrage of sobs. I rub my girlfriend’s back uselessly while the chocolate softens inside its wrapper against the heat of my leg. 

Debra is looking at me empathetically as I comfort her daughter, as though she and I have some connection now, like a baton has passed through some small exclusive club for people who have held Michelle while she cries. “How did you get on with your applications?” 

“Oh, um, yeah, I got in,” I feel guilty even saying it but Michelle doesn’t really react to the news, as though she already made an assumption, but I jump in to finish quickly before she can make another. “I won’t be accepting any of them, though, I mean, obviously. I was only ever going to move away if Michelle was coming too, and, you know, unless London works out then that won’t happen.”

Michelle kneads her eye with the heel of her hand, “Did you not get the email?”

“What email?”

“From the London school.”

“Uh, no, I just saw the letters.”

Her eyes widen, “So you didn’t see the NCAD email either?”

“Since when were there emails?” 

“Oh my God,” she’s on her feet then, all of her misery forgotten in favour of urgency. “Go and look right now, what the hell?”

“Love,” Debra attempts soothingly, “it’s probably better if Jude checks his emails on his own, isn’t it? The last thing we want is for this to set you off-”

We’re already running for the stairs, her behind me prodding my back the whole way up in a way that feels like she’s forcing me to walk the plank to my untimely death in a tank of piranhas. We burst into her room and she runs to navigate to gmail while I sweat despite the temperature of her room, which is always kind of cold. 

I log in and the page loads up to two new emails sitting brazenly in my inbox.  

“There they are, click them!”

“Michelle I just want to say that-”

“Oh, come on,” she seizes the mouse and clicks for me, first the one from London, and her voice is flat, “They accepted you. No surprises.”

“It doesn’t matter though, does it? If they didn’t accept you too then I’m not going.”

“Mm.” She immediately clicks the next one, from NCAD, “It’s just points,” she mutters in explanation, “So it all depends on our leaving cert,” scrolling, she reaches the bottom of the email where my points sit, undeniable in a bold black font against stark white. 

I feel her stiffen. “One thousand?” 

“Uh, wow, is that good?”

There is a long pause. “Jude, that’s literally maximum points.”

I can’t bring myself to look at her right away, but I feel her eyes on the side of my face, searing holes through my skin. 

“I thought your interview went badly.”

“Yeah me too!”

“Well then-” she breaks off to make some noise that’s somewhere between a scoff and a sob, “then how did you get such ludicrously high points?”

“Like what I said, I suppose. They were arseholes to everyone on purpose,” I spin around to her, “What did you get?”

“Four fifty.”

So I grab hold of her hands and hold her very tightly and very still, I want to seem sure, “No matter what happens, we’ll be okay,” I promise, “Even if none of this works out for you, I’ll still be right here, do you hear me?”

She nods. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you. God, I mean, why would I even do that? You’ll get NCAD off the back of your leaving cert points, I’m one hundred percent sure. And... even if you don't, I'll stay in Dublin.” As soon as I say it I start feeling nauseated, and dizzy, a bit heady like I’ve inhaled some miscellaneous gas from the science lab, but I fight through it, “fuck all of those stupid plans for going abroad, right? I’m here.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Okay, c’mere,” I pull her into me and hold her tightly, taking in the smell of her hair, the way her narrow shoulders, her birdlike frame softens in my arms and accept that this is the comfort I will rely on from now on. True, it’s not always easy with Michelle, but we really do love each other. Sometimes love is work, but love is rare and worth holding onto with both hands and your whole heart. All those plans I had, I think, they were misguided, a youthful mistake. Perhaps at some point in the future I can move to Amsterdam, or Paris, or Berlin, or London, and do something creative and exciting, but not now. That’s what I’ll do in ten years, when everything is different. I’ll make sure to tell Sam. 

Who did I think I was, really, trying to do all of that at eighteen? Now is for this, for Michelle. For doing something right.

“I love you,” she says, and I wonder, with her cheek resting against my chest, if she can somehow hear the way my heart tightens as though grasped by a fist, or how my breath catches in my throat when she says it. I’m surprised by the rising feeling that I might start crying, but I force it down.  

Crying over what, Jude? I sneer at myself. 

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Something stupid, as usual.

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[lemon-muncher]

Loved your Denji drabble! Could you do one of Denji and reader fucking in public? Like maybe in a alley way and poor denji just can’t be quiet? <3

This made my head mushy just thinking of it🤤 enjoy 😉

You knew your boyfriend was unpredictable at times, especially when he's horny. His mind can't focus on fighting devils and and your cock at once. So he has to deal with one to focus on the other.

Luckily you were teamed up with him, along side Aki and Power. You kept him on a tight leash, even stricter than Aki or Makima's. He was always by your side like a loyal puppy. His hand would eventually find itself wrapped around yours, your fingers interlocking. "Y/N after we find this devil, we should go to your place~ maybe try that expensive jelly Aki has." He'd ramble on while trying to feel you up through your suit.

It was a fairly normal route for the two of you. His sex drive would disturb his attention span and would drag on about how he couldn't wait to get you alone. Today was different. The two of you were by yourselves. So no Aki. No Power. And especially no Makima. Meaning you could indulge on your boyfriend's needs. "Oh! Denji! I wanna show you something really quick!" You pulled your boyfriend into a near by alleyway with enthusiasm.

The stench of rotting garbage and beer filled your nose. "So~ what's up?" Curious about your sudden change in mood, Denji asked from behind you. In one quick movement, you slammed his body into the side of the alleyway. His chest rubbed uncomfortably against the brick and you painfully grinded against his ass. "Damn it, Denji! You just know all~ the ways to get me hot and bothered!" Your angry yet sultry voice only caused the blonde to grind back against you.

With one hand you roughly grab his chin, forcing him to turn his head so you could kiss him. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths, saliva dripping down your chins. With your other hand you pulled down Denji's slacks then roughly kneading the fat of his ass. "Y/N~ please!" His whiny voice echoed in the small alleyway. Your boyfriend was so focused on your kiss that he didn't notice that you had pulled your own cock out from your pants.

In one fast swoop, you entered Denji, fast and rough, the way he liked. His head leaded forward onto the rough bricks of the building, a long groan escaped his lips. This gave you the notice to continue your actions, you pistoned you hips against his at an animalistic speed. Your hands were rough around his waist and hips, surely leaving bruises. "Come on Denji~ I'm giving you what you want, so be a good boy and let me hear you~"

Your blonde haired boyfriend cried into the bricks as he did his best to move his hips to the speed of yours. " 'ts too much! Too much! Gonna cum!~" His moans filled the tiny alleyway, surely those passing by cause hear him. Fortunately for the two of you, Denji was too caught up in the blissful moment to care. "Does my cute puppy wanna cum already? I don't know~ You WERE acting up earlier..." Your doubtful tone caused him to turn his head towards you. His reddened cheeks were covered in tear, his lips partially bruised from biting them in an effort to hold back his moans. "NO! No, I'll be a good boy for you! I-I won't misbehave anymore!~" He pleaded with you, grinding back against you hoping for some form of friction.

You smirked at his trembling form. The way he clawwed at the bricks in front of him for stability or his legs barely keeping him standing. It was addicting to witness. And you didn't want it to end but the truth is you were both still on the job. Plus knowing Makima, she probably knew what you were doing. "You promise~ Fine... Cum Denji, cum~" Your sultry voice hit Denji like a bullet. Before he could comprehend it, he collapsed into your arms as he came onto the dirty walls before him. As his orgasm continued, his ass tightened around you, forcing you to cum inside of him. After a few minutes, you pulled out of him trying not to overstimulate your lover.

"Damn it, Denji... you better keep your promise this time." You huffed as you helped dress your boyfriend knowing he'd break the the promise he made before the end of the day.

I couldn't find any for this specific post but enjoy this shirt one: Link

[mwrgueprincess]

Hi! A/N here. This is my first actual 'story' post, and I had no clue what else to write.. but here this is! Tooke me longer than what it should've!! But here ya go! It's also sorta based on something I went through irl so- enjoy

Rude!David x Fem!Reader

You were walking around your house getting ready to leave. David was in your bedroom in his own world thinking about what he has told you, while you were packing as many clothes as you could.

What happened earlier was that he told you, he had "talked" to another girl. And now while he said talked, he had other meaning. You had found that out when you asked more questions. "I don't care if you talk to women, David" you smiled.

"Not talked."

The smile had dropped from your face and you yelled at him. "Do the boys know?!" You needed to know if they were in on it too. "No." You had heard enough and you stormed out of the room.

Now we're here. You were done and you went to go tell David your leaving to stay with a friend for a while until your head clears. But when you walked in, he was gone. Of fucking course he was. "Fuck you David."

You had drove to your friends house and told her everything that had happened, she had confided you into her world of the same things. You bonded over the trauma and felt safe. As you two were bonding over this new found similarities, there were ones you could not see.

The boys had followed your car and stayed to listen to what had happened. David, was not with them. Marko, Paul, and Dwayne; They were your rock in your relationship with David. He was not gentle when it came to the private eyes of your home. But in public he was like the perfect boyfriend to a passer-by.

The boys had wanted to protect you, but given that they were followers to David, they could do nothing but listen to your cries echo in the cave.

Weeks pass by and you feel like you had forgotten everything that happened with David, though the other boys would regularly leave gifts on you friends doorstep for you. You smiled every time you read their names on the card attached, until today.

You woke up, and in your routine of going to grab their gift off the front porch, you stopped. As everything that had happened flooded your mind as bright blue eyes met your (e/c) ones. You felt all the breath leave your body as you stared at him.

"hey, (y/n). The boys told me it's been long enough and I should talk to you." He had no emotion, no tell tail sign he even cared. But you nodded and you lightly smiled at him and stepped out, and the shut the door behind you.

"okay."

He looked at you, as a brow raised on his face. "'Okay'? That's it?" He mocked your words as he stared at you his gaze shooting holes through you. "Yeah. Okay." You stated.

"Am I supposed to say everything? You're the one who left." He said coldly. Your eyes held a river behind them, feeling like it could flood at any second. "And you're the one who did that David." You had never called the boys by their names, only David. And this time your voice held no emotion.

"Maybe she was better." He scoffed and turned to walk away.

"maybe in another life then." She went in the house and shut the door, leaving David by himself once again.

[lostinwoso]

I could do this fic, where alexia comes back from injury and for some reason or form she is presented in the stadium and the reader is in the stands getting emotional and the cameras capture this moment. (the reader also plays for barça)

Where She Belongs (Alexia x Reader)

Today is the day.

Your girlfriend was finally cleared to be back on the field.

Helping her through the recovery, you know she is stronger than ever and ready to show everyone that she is still one of the best players out there.

Unfortunately for you, you can't be with her on the field, thanks to a small muscle injury you got earlier this week in training.

Before making your way to your seat, you are in the locker room with the girls, wanting to keep Alexia some company, knowing that she is slightly nervous about her first game after months.

Knowing it's almost time for the game to start, you pull her into a hug, "I'm so proud of you mi amor, you are going to play amazing." you softly whisper in her ear.

In return, you receive a soft "Thank you."

"Not for that, love." pulling back, you press a kiss to her head before pulling her into a real kiss, hoping to soothe her nerves a bit more.

"Get ready to walk out any minute!" you hear a voice yell from outside the room, with that you tighten your hug once more before making your way to your seat.

Not soon after the teams walk out onto the field, but before the game starts the announcer read out a letter which the team wrote together to welcome Alexia back onto the field also being handed flowers during the speech.

You can tell how much it means to her to be finally back, the emotions on her face clearly shown on the boards in the stadium.

Feeling tears coming to your eyes, you try your best to hold them in, but as soon as the speech was done and the whole stadium started clapping and chanting her name, you couldn't hold them back anymore. So you let them fall with a proud smile on your face.

She was finally back there where she belongs.

Unbeknownst to you is that the moment you started crying, the camera was focused on you, showing the fans watching from home your emotional moment.

________________________

The game was amazing, Alexia was on fire. The game ended in a clean 4-0, your girlfriend being included in every goal, two assists and two goals herself.

Making your way down to the field, you said your congrats to the girls you passed while searching for your girlfriend.

A pair of arms wrapping around your waist puts a stop to your search, turning around, you immediately pull her into a tight hug.

"I'm so proud of you, te amo." you tell her.

"I couldn't have done this without you, so thank you y yo también te amo." she replies, pulling you into a short kiss after, not wanting to get too touchy in front of all the people in the stadium.

After making rounds in the stadium to interact with the fans you all had a small celebration at a bar, due to it being in the middle of the season that's all you could go for.

________________________

Alexia is already in bed while you are still getting ready for bed in the bathroom, "Mi amor?", you hear your girlfriend say.

Turning off the lights in the bathroom, you make your way to the bed, "Yes?".

Waiting for you to get in next to her, she shows you her phone, your teary faced visible on the device, "You cried?" she asks you in a soft voice.

"Uh yea, I was just so proud and happy, to see you finally back on the field, with the attention you deserve." You say honestly, although a bit embarrassed too by the fact that everyone could see you crying.

Pulling you into her, she says a quiet "Thank you, I know you don't like me saying that but just let it slide, okay? I love you so much." She finishes, pressing a long kiss on your head.

"I love you too, now let's get some sleep, you deserve it after that amazing performance tonight."

With that, you two turn off the lamps on the nightstands, quickly falling asleep in each other arms.

[hinatastinygiant]

9 | Død

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

Y/N'S P.O.V.

When you come to, you find yourself in a strange room. As you sit up, you notice a lot of plants and only one other person in the room. A man with spiky white hair sits on the opposite side of the room.

"You're awake," the man says, turning his attention away from his desk to glare across the room at you, causing the hairs on your arms to stand on edge.

"Uh, where am I?"

"You're at the butterfly estate," he explains, before standing up and making his way over to your bed. "You seem to have hit your head rather hard. What stupid thing did you do?"

"Oh, uh, Suma punched me in the face," you sigh, thinking back to it. "Who are you? Where is everyone else?"

"Sanemi Shinazugawa. Wind hashira," he answers. "You were passed out for a pretty long time. Was it really Suma's punch that did that?"

"Yeah," you nod. "I guess..."

"I would have guessed you'd have a stronger pain tolerance than that," he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"What does that mean?" you snap.

"It means you're not as strong as I thought," Sanemi shrugs, a smug grin on his face.

"Well, if I wasn't laying in this bed, I'd wipe that stupid look off your face," you threaten, glaring at him.

"Whatever, Y/N, just don't pass out again," he sighs, walking out of the room, only to be replaced moments later by Uzui who bursts in the door.

"Are you okay?" he asks, rushing to your bedside.

"I'm fine," you nod.

"Thank goodness," he says, reaching his hand up to touch the bandages wrapped around your forehead.

You're slightly stunned by his actions. His hand rests gently on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Uzui apologizes. "I didn't think she hit you that hard. Maybe you're just not read-"

"I'm fine," you insist, cutting him off. Did she really hit you that hard or were you already spiraling before that?

A moment later, Suma joins the two of you in the room and Uzui backs away from you.

"Y/N," she sobs, throwing herself at your bedside.

"You better watch it, Suma," Uzui warns her. "Don't make the same mistake twice."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" she cries.

"Suma, I'm fine," you assure her, sitting up a bit more.

"Are you sure?"

"I promise. It was probably my fault, anyway. I wasn't paying attention. I think I zoned out for a bit," you try to explain.

"Yeah, you looked pretty dead," Suma then remarks.

"Well, I'm alive now," you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. "And it was a good fight. Thanks for sparring with me."

"You both looked like you were having a good time up 'til that point," Uzui adds.

"I could feel it," you smile up at him. "It was like the air around me was guiding the blades in my hands."

Uzui smiles down at you, his eyes shining with pride. "That's good, Y/N," he nods. "I knew you'd be a fast learner. Even if you are an idiot."

"Hey!" you whine.

"You did good today," Uzui continues. "It was the first time you've connected with the sounds of your surroundings. That's why you froze up."

"Is it?" you hum, trying to think back to the way you felt earlier. You could sense something watching you in the shadows. Is it because you were so in tune with your surroundings?

"You were probably just nervous," Suma tells you. "Everyone gets that way. Especially with Master Tengen watching!"

"Well I'm not nervous now," you shake your head. "Can we go back and train some more?"

Uzui laughs, though you can see a bit of a surprised expression on his face. "You're too eager. And you've got to rest. We can't risk you getting hurt again," he decides.

"But I'm not even tired!"

"Don't care."

"Where'd you put my swords?" you question, looking at him.

"In my room," he answers, not taking his eyes off of you. "You need a break."

"And they're safe?"

"Yes," Uzui nods, and you can tell he's getting impatient.

"Hey, let's go out tonight, Y/N! We haven't had any fun since you've gotten here. We deserve a night out!" Suma suggests, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah!" Uzui beams. "Let's have a night out. Get some drinks and have a good time. How's that sound, Y/N?"

"Like you want us drunk," you shake your head, a sinking feeling returning to your stomach.

"Hmph. Well... This is part of your training so you have to have fun!" he grins.

"How do you figure that?" you groan, leaning back into the bed a bit more.

"Because you need to learn to give yourself a break once in a while," Uzui answers. "Otherwise, you'll get stressed and anxious. And if that happens, you're going to start making stupid mistakes."

"He's right," Suma agrees, and the two of them nod.

They're right, you can only admit to yourself. Perhaps that's why your body froze. All you can think about is demons and fighting. But that's all you can think about! If you're not preparing for a battle, then what is there to do?

"Fine," you sigh. "We'll go out tonight."

"That's the spirit!" Uzui cheers, a grin spreading across his face.

You merely roll your eyes and watch as the two of them leave the room. You let out a long sigh and stare at the ceiling.

For some reason, you can't help but think back to when Uzui's hand was pressed against your face. He was gentle and kind. Something you're not otherwise used to. And the way he looked at you was different than any way he had talked to you before. Almost like he cared.

You close your eyes and try to sleep for a bit, but every time you do, all you can think about is him.

"Ugh!" you groan, tossing and turning, unable to get the image of his face out of your mind. "Can't I just relax?"

Suddenly, a voice speaks up from across the room, making you jump.

"Y/N, I don't mean to intrude, but if something is bothering you, I'd be happy to help."

You quickly sit up and see the insect hashira smiling kindly at you.

"Oh, Shinobu! When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. I wanted to check on you. You were unconscious for a long time. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright," you answer, still a bit stunned. "Did you say you'd be happy to help me?"

"Of course," she nods. "It's my job to make sure my patients are well taken care of. So, tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, really. It's just, uh, well," you stutter, not sure whether to share or not.

"You can tell me," Shinobu assures you. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone."

"Alright," you sigh, looking down at your hands. "Well, I don't really know how to explain this. But I was thinking about, um, well, it's-"

"Is it about a guy?" she gasps. "Ooo, I just knew the two of you had something going on! He was so worried when he rushed in to see you before. Rengoku's a good man. And he really seems to care about you."

"Rengoku?" you whisper, ignoring the heat that rushes to your face at the thought of someone else being concerned for your well-being. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, he came in all flustered and worried. He wanted to stay by your side and make sure you were okay, but Uzui insisted you were to not be disturbed. So he waited outside... until he got called away."

"That was really nice of him," you whisper, looking down at your hands in your lap. You'll have to make sure you thank him when you get the chance.

The Emptiness You Left

[embervolkan]

Ello poppets.Thought I’d make a Second part to my very first little writing piece of Mr Undertaker.

Here’s the first part if you wish to read it. https://www.tumblr.com/embervolkan/712623081253994496/thought-id-give-this-writing-stuff-a-try-and-what?source=share

Hope you enjoy <3

Love for the Wilting Lily

18 +

Smoke was a common smell when you’re in the city. Along with the smell of fresh bread, gas from the local factories. Even the small fragrance of flowers and produce from the local markets.

Colorful stands of produce and more filling the streets. The warmth of the sun painting the streets and whole city. To think it had been a few days since the sun was ever truly out like this. Sunny, breezy, warm London.

Y/n looked up at the sky as they walked the streets of the city. Their basket held close to their chest. The noise around them almost muffled as they watched the clouds. Their clumsiness however snapping them back into reality as they scanned the shops.

When working, Y/n never really ventured out like this often. Only the days Undertaker needed more supplies and food for the week. Was never often it was this nice when Y/n was out and about. More importantly, it was never this relieving to be out.

Y/n touched their lips gently. A small sigh escaping them, remembering what had happened the other day. The way Undertakers lips felt on theirs. The way he held them, the way his hands trialed up and down their body. The way he said their name, the way his green eyes glowed so beautifully.

They couldn’t help but blush more, their eyes trailing the ground. It was almost like it was a dream that y/n was awaken from, but Y/n eventually awoke as loud commotion was heard from afar.

Y/n sighed deeply, Their eyes lazily looking up as people passed. Their voices muffled. A small hum escaping y/n’s lips as they saw the crowd of people gathered near something or someone.

Y/n raised en eyebrow going towards them. Overhearing the locals, the whispering and cries.

“ Another victim of Jack the Ripper”

“ Poor girl, who could ever do this”

“ Definitely got a kick out of this one I bet, poor thing”

Their voices drifted once more as the crowds whispers and mumbles became almost louder as the police ushered them to step back. Y/n Took this as a sign to get going as they glanced at the body once more before walking away

Y/n hummed as they continued to walk, the sun still out as a soft breeze blew. The scene from earlier playing in their mind as their thoughts were quite loud.

Their eyes caught the bright colors of the spring plants. The thoughts Y/n had fading away as they turned to see the stands, the soft and fragrant smell of the freshly cut flowers filling the air.

Their hands gently touched the soft petals of the flowers as Y/n blushed softly, “ Lilies .. lilies are so beautiful”

“Indeed” a familiar voice said as Y/n froze. Slowly turning around as her eyes met those emerald eyes.

“U-undertaker-“

“Lilies, a sign of rebirth some say” He grabbed one as he gently placed it in Y/ns silky hair. A smile appearing as he bent his head down more, his fingers gently grazing their cheek with a chuckle, “Also can mean … innocence… purity ..”

Y/n looked away as their face flushed. His fingers tickling their skin as they cleared their throat looking at him with a small smile, listening to him, unable to say words, “ Some also say they also represent mourning and grieving when given to the dead” Undertaker said In his raspy tone as his fingers touched the petals of the flowers on the display table behind them, “Seems I got your tongue poppet”

“I-I …. I didn’t expect you to be out today that’s all-“

“Didn’t expect me to see you out in public on such a lovely day? ..not to mention …” He tilts his head slightly with a smile as his eyes gazed into theirs

“ You look lovely poppet, so much difference out here then in there”

“Y-you mean in the shop?”

Undertaker laughed quietly as he nodded before taking their hand, twirling them softly, “ It’s always a refreshing feeling seeing the person you’ve grown close with show these kinds of things about themselves, don’t you agree?”

Y/n nodded slowly as they looked away with a deep blush, their hands softly letting go of his quickly. Undertaker raised an eyebrow before grabbing their hand again pulling them close to him, his hand holding their face, his other holding their hand.

“ can’t forget about the other day can you doll”

Y/n gasped as they looked up at him with a stutter, “W-what?! What makes you s-say that-“

Undertakers giggle turned into a loud laugh as Y/n scoffed pushing him away with a huff, “ Tease …” they pouted.

“ Oh my, you do know how to get an oldman to laugh his poor heart out”

Y/n rolled their eyes as they turned around looking at the flowers once more, their face still red as they placed their hand on the table. Soon being grazed by Undertakers fingers

His body pressed onto theirs as his chest laid on their back, his left hand trialing underneath Y/ns clothing, his fingers caressing their stomach with a tickle.

His right hand, gently laying on Y/ns hand, his thumb rubbing the back of their hand.

A shiver went through Y/ns body as they bit their lip, their body becoming hot as Undertaker laid his head on their shoulder, “ I haven’t forgotten how your lips feel Poppet, or how your skin feels”

His left hand trials up more as Y/n gasps covering their mouth as they look to see the people passing by, “ N-not here .. please”

Undertaker quickly brought his hand out as he turned Y/n around with a smile, still holding them close, “ Embarrassed to be in public with someone like me?”

“What .. No! Never!” Y/n yelled before covering their mouth embarrassed, “ I just … I just would want .. to be in a private space .. with you .. that’s all”

Undertaker smirked as he laughed quietly letting go of Y/n as he grabbed a bouquet of flowers looking back at y/n, tossing them gently to them, “ Then shall we?”

—

“ I think I’m in the mood for pasta wouldn’t you agree poppet”

Undertakers voice echoed inside the shop as Y/n sat in their desk. Both of them just coming back from the shopping trip.

It was .. strange In a good way as Y/ns blushed face turned to the sound of his voice, “ Yes .. that does sound lovely”

“come, why don’t you help me with the sauce”

Y/n got up as they walked to the small kitchen, seeing the vegetables they had just gotten on the cutting board, Y/n stood next to Undertaker as they began to cut some of the vegetables. Undertaker humming and giggling as he worked on the pasta

“Today was a good day” undertaker said with a small chuckle, the flour on his hands dusting the counter the more he moved.

Y/n blushed more as they smiled gently, “ why’s that”

“Got to spend it with you of course”

Undertaker didn’t hesitate those words as he dusted himself gently and playfully poking Y/ns cheek, “ Don’t believe me?”

Y/n Huffed wiping their cheek with a grin, grabbing some of the flour nearby throwing it into Undertakers face, “ No.. I don’t think I do”

Undertaker was speechless as he coughed rubbing his face gently trying to get the flour off. Y/n laughed as they moved back with some flour still in their hand, “ Who’s got your tongue now-“

Y/n Yelled with a laugh as they felt Undertaker pick them up, walking them to the table.

Undertaker laid them down on the table with a mischievous smile pinning them down, “ You’re gonna pay for that”, his hands moved to Y/ns sides quickly, tickling them as Loud laughter started to fill the room. Y/n was practically crying tears of laughter as they tried their best to push him off.

“Alright! Alright!” Y/n laughed as Undertaker joined in with their laughter.

Y/ns face was flushed as their eyes closed softly catching their breath, their cheeks almost glowing as Undertaker looked down at them with glowing eyes. His lips parted slightly as his heart skipped a beat.

The way Y/ns flushed face looks right now, the way their laughter is still trailing. He couldn’t help but blush softly, his hands moving to Y/ns face.

Y/ns eyes opened as their smiled stayed seeing Those emerald eyes again, their heart beating fast in their chest as Undertakers face moved close to theirs

“undertaker ..” Y/ns voice was breathless as they brought their hands to his face, his eyes widening a bit feeling the sensation of Y/ns hands.

Everything moved so slow as he closed his eyes, his lips crashing into theirs. Y/n moaned softly out of surprise, their hands trialing to his neck.

Undertaker couldn’t hold back anymore, the sight he had just seen made his heart flutter and ache with a feeling he didn’t know he could feel.

His tongue entered y/ns mouth, his hands trialing their body. The heat of his mouth and hands making Y/n loose her ability to even think, not even remembering how to breath as their hands trailed to his back, their nails digging into his clothed back

Y/n gasped feeling his lips trial along their neck and shoulder.

“U-undertaker” Y/n said in a pant.He looked up at them, crashing his lips with theirs once more. His body laying on top of theirs now.

Not leaving an inch out as Their lips and bodies stayed so close to eachother. Their lips and warm breath tickling each others skin. Their hands gripping and feeling everything they could.

If only … if only it could stay like this forever Y/n thought through their pants and soft moans.

If only

“ Y/n .. I ..” Undertaker broke the kiss as he gently smiled through his breathless words, “ I .. think … I think I-“

“Undertaker, Are you home?”

A voice was heard from outside the kitchen as Y/ns mind and body came back. The realization kicking in as a squeak left them.

Undertaker sighed softly as he stood up slowly carefully helping them up, “ Tendered moment I might say” he kissed their forehead with a smile as Y/n Chuckled softly, looking up at him.

“ Indeed …”

Undertaker caressed their cheek before walking past Y/n, “ seems a customer awaits poppet, let us get back to business and .. clean this flour up”

Y/n watched as he walked out, their Curiousness moving them the doorway

“ Well if it isn’t Lord Phantomhive!” Undertakers enthusiastic tone returning, the blush on his face gone as he stood near his desk.

Y/ns eyes peaking through the doorway as they saw the noble boy, next to him a tall and mysterious butler.

“ tell me, what shall I do for the young lord this time ..”

Yes .. what shall the undertaker do for them this time?

[m1d-45]

Honestly, i wanna be a little shit to your angst party and add a little ✨Sunshine✨,

Slowpoke Kaveh never joining the hunt, but having promised to be on the look out for the fake, found the fake but THE BLUE/GOLD BLOOD, remember? And since they are unconscious, i believe they are in deep sleep, which means they've lied down for a minute atleast, which is the BARE minimum amount of time for me to fall into "not waking up" state of awareness, which means = the blood is dried for the "only turns colors when dry" trope is covered.

Kaveh having a braincrash seeing the cried splatters of the blood of the creator, seeing the ruined body of the creator, is fucking on the mehrak-mekrah? Blasted names, i never remember them right. *Points to an earlier todays mishap of ominos/ominis gaunt*

-🥘Stew

you have a lovely point i failed to address about the blood. tbh i just Went for it, i was so excited to be writing for kaveh i got lost in the lore sauce 😔

and honestly, this is so much more interesting in terms of implications. kaveh begrudgingly helping the imposter because oh no, his morals! is fun, but kaveh like unintentionally becoming your #1 guard because what the fuck alhaitham, you and your matra almost killed god.

that’s not a sentence that makes sense. but i counter:

the situation from before, but as he gets closer to your body, he notices the blue staining your clothes and the grass around you. the butterflies and crystalflies, your body cradled in a bed of flowers, the foxes that leap over you from the bushes and bare their teeth, the world itself defensive over you.

if he was holding mehrak, he would have dropped it. to see his creator beat up and bleeding in the forest… no, no this wasn’t right at all.

he passes some of his berries to the foxes to appease them—meant to be a snack for the road, but he wouldn’t be traveling any further—and rushes to you, gently waving off the crystalflies so he can inspect your wounds. he does his best with what he has, but he’s only prepared for minor injuries and the smelk and sight of your blood is quickly making him nauseous.

he waves back the wildlife again, careful not to hurt the delicate butterflies or anger the foxes, and then picks you up. yes, he doesn’t live alone, no, he doesn’t know how he’s going to even get you into the city undisturbed, but he can’t leave you here. his hands shake as he walks, fingers digging into your body to ensure he doesn’t so much as get close to dropping you. mehrak floats circles around the two of you, beeping incomprehensibly, your shield of flora and fauna still intact. the trees move their roots to clear his path, stones sinking into the earth, and butterflies and birds fly around him.

it would be beautiful if his shirt wasn’t stained with your blood.

[chuuyrr]

chu what do you think of a scenario where baby fushiguiro meets the ghost of oda who has not yet passed to the other side because he wants to tell dazai how proud he is of him, so baby fushiguiro comes up with the idea of ​​using his chaos magic to do that dazai can see and hear oda so that they have their reunion and their final farewell (if you like the stage you can make a request, I hope you have a nice day ♥♥♥)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets oda sakunosuke

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungou stray dogs, themes of angst and fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader, dazai osamu x oda sakunosuke (not romantically)

hello dear! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. oh, to have had something like this for dazai and oda :( it's a good thing i have the power to make requests into a reality like the scarlet witch :) enjoy reading ♡

(p.s. i wasn't really planning to update today or tonight?? idk it's like 1am as of the moment. whatever was in that hazelnut caramel mocha iced coffee earlier, it gave me to motivation to finish this draft ><)

it was unexpected when you first met oda sakunosuke. when you arrived at dazai's location in ginza, you found him there by himself in a bar. it was smaller than the bar where you first met chuuya. it had an interior resembling a quiet, unassuming badger's nest, filled with a counter, stools, empty bottles stacked against the wall, and a bartender with a crimson vest.

"dazai-nii!"

you can still remember running up to him and being a little taken aback by how weirdly quiet and solemn he was in comparison to how you usually see him. dazai was perched on one of the stools, appearing to be lost in thought, when he heard your voice and turned to face you. at that moment, his expression changed and whatever thoughts you had overheard vanished.

"[name]-chan?"

dazai was initially astonished, too, but he was delighted to see you as always. why would he not? you were a ray of sunshine. he grinned softly and reached out to stroke your hair as you clung to his leg, saying, "god, we really need to stop running into each other in bars, little belladonna."

"this isn't a really good place. remember? a bar isn't really a place for children like yo—dazai said, but before he could finish, you sprinted past him and over to his side.

"iced tea!" you cried out enthusiastically, standing on the tip of your toes to reach for the glass with burgundy liquid when a ghostly hand took hold of it, prompting you to halt.

"NO! NO! NO!"

as he swiftly snatched you back into his arms and held you tenderly but firmly in his hug, dazai let out a loud, almost panicked gasp. "your chuuya-nii is going to get mad at me if you drink it! that's not iced tea [name]-chan! it's alcohol!"

you then turned to face the tall man who was now occupying the ostensibly vacant stool next to dazai. he had dark-brown eyes and reddish-colored hair. your eyes widened as you noticed that, in terms of the energy you could feel and the faint glow that can be seen surrounding him, he sort of resembles the ghost with a man-bun that you'd see around gojo and your house, which could only mean one thing.

this man, whoever he was, was a ghost.

dazai, however, had already started taking you away from the bar before you had a chance to react. "come on, [name]-chan! let's go to the agency instead, yeah? i'll buy you some apple juice on the way too."

as the two of you made your way upstairs, you blinked profusely as you peered over dazai's shoulder and waved your hand goodbye. dazai softly laughed at you. "[name]-chan, are you saying goodbye to mister bartender?"

if only dazai knew that you were actually saying farewell to the tall man sitting next to the dazai that day instead of the bartender behind the bar table.

apart from cursed spirits, seeing the dead had always been a part of your life; you were so sensitive to energies and such that ghosts were also not an exception to your powers and abilities as a witch. fortunately, when you came upon one, you weren't as alarmed. in fact, you enjoyed chatting to them for some reason, or at least tried to, but every time you did, gojo or whoever else you were with would become frightened because there was essentially no one else around.

you're constantly drawn to ghosts out of curiosity, so being terrified of one was basically the last thing on your list. thus, after learning more about the tall man you kept seeing around your dazai-nii, you decided to follow him.

"[name]-chan! guess what atsushi-kun and i got you? it's your favorite ice crea—[name]?" along with atsushi, dazai specifically left you at the agency to buy some sweets. when he returned, he was shocked to see the other detectives panicked, including the tanizaki siblings and kirako, and god why did ranpo had to be away along with the president?

"[name]-chan's missing!" in a panic, junichiro cried while grabbing the sides of his head.

"what?!" atsushi and dazai screamed in unison.

"we already checked the café downstairs, she wasn't there either." kirako nibbled on her bottom lip nervously as she held a worrisome look along with naomi.

"tch, this is bad. [name] probably teleported to who knows where. this isn't her world. what if she runs into the mafia? or worse?!" kunikida stressed out.

you managed to reach the man from the bar where you almost drank the glass of alcohol on the bar table while the armed detective agency frantically searched for you, dropping their reports and other duties. you were in a spot with rows of gravestones close to the water when you saw one in particular: a gravestone nestled beneath a tree.

someone was there. he was there.

you sprinted up the stairs and dashed.

"it's you." his voice was husky and somewhat reminiscent of sukuna's, but he seemed to be a lot softer; calm and collected, as opposed to sukuna. (if you get it, you get it ♡)

he had one leg raised to support his arm, which was resting on top of his knee, and was seated on the ground with his back against the gravestone. you approached him and softly grinned. "hello."

"how did you find me?" he gave you a surprised look as he stared at you.

"i.. i'm not sure." you admitted, fiddling the ends of your shirt. "i just.. had a feeling i'd find you here mister ghost." you exclaimed.

"is this your ability, kid? you can see ghosts, huh?" despite the solemn expression on his face, a chuckle sprung from his throat as his eyes turned to look at you with fondness.

"it's one of the things i can do with my wiggly-woos magic. i can see curses too, but this world doesn't have curses." you said in addition, now taking a sit next to him on the floor.

"this world? you must have really come from another universe then." he commented, shrugging his shoulders. "i had a feeling you're not really related to dazai. you don't look like him, even if you call him your brother."

"i just like calling him my dazai-nii." you giggled in response, "my name's actually fushiguro [name]."

"fushiguro [name]." oda repeated, which you nodded your head at in response.

"what about you, mister? how do you know dazai-nii?" you asked with big, curious, round eyes looking up at him. "what's your name?"

"my name's oda, oda sakunosuke, but your dazai-nii calls me odasaku for short. " he answered in response, blinking, "i used to drink with dazai and a friend at the bar where you saw me."

"odasaku sounds cute." you giggled once again, very fond of the nickname before asking him another question. "was dazai-nii your friend?"

oda's lips glistened with a smile at your question. "he was. we were good friends," he said, but the expression on his face made you frown. despite being a child, you were quite perceptive. oda was clearly thinking about something, and you couldn't help but quietly gasp as you peered inside his head.

it was a memory. to be precise, oda's last. when you first saw dazai, he was wearing a black coat and had bandages covering his right eye as well as his neck and arms. the way he was dressed reminded you of chuuya. however, he appeared to be much younger, roughly the same age as megumi and yuuji.

"dazai-nii used to be at the mafia?"

upon seeing the reveal, your eyes widened as you took in the scene that was taking place inside of oda's thoughts. oda was already on the brink of death when dazai arrived, and it was too late.

"listen. you told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to reason to live. you won't find it. you should know that. whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your expectations will happen. nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. you will wander in the darkness for eternity."

oda was encouraging dazai to leave the mafia and do good rather than cause harm in his final minutes before he passed away.

"be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. save the weak, protect the orphaned. you might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."

using your chaos magic, you were able to perceive the prior scene as if you had been there at that very moment, heightening the emotional impact for you. your heart clenched at the eerie calm and the amount of red and visible dust from the enormous ray of light filling the space.

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry as you stopped reading into his thoughts because you didn't want to watch the light leave his eyes. it was too painful for you to see.

oda let out a long sigh, a frown deepening on his face as he hung his head, "i hope he knows how proud i am of him. that boy has come a long way, you know. he's a person who has grown tired of the world, but he tries.."

"stop that." oda looked at you with a baffled and concerned expression as you sniffled and shook your head at him, wiping away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "don't say those words to me."

"s-sorry, kid. i didn't mean to make you cry—oda started, feeling bad about watching you cry, but you interrupted him right away. you shook your head, replacing the look of grief and sympathy on your face with one of determination and a bright smile as you faced him.

"i want you to say that to him yourself!"

right on cue, dazai was now running to where you were at a breakneck speed after finally figuring out where you went. before you could react further, the brunet stooped down to your level and quickly snatched you up in his arms. dazai tightly hugged you while burying his face in your hair, clearly terrified of losing you like that and heaving a sigh of relief.

"[name]-chan! there you are! thank goodness you're okay. you had us worried sick." dazai breathed out in between his gasps of air from running, managing a laugh, as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck in return.

he then gently cupped your face in his larger hand as he drew you away from him. you saw dazai's eyes drift to the gravestone where oda had been reclining before and ask, "what are you doing here? how did you even get here? this place is not a playground; this is a cemetery, [name]."

"i can see ghosts." you exclaimed, causing dazai's eyes to widen. "and odasaku wants to tell you something."

"odasaku?"

as he said the name of his old acquaintance, dazai's eyes grew even wider. "he's here?" in addition to the grief that goes along with it, you could also sense the longing and desperation in his tone.

you turned around to look at oda, who shared dazai's expression of surprise. after that, you hung your head, took a deep breath, and then locked and interlocked your fingers while closing your eyes. the environment around you, including them, had been entirely enveloped by your chaos magic.

dazai was rendered completely speechless as soon as the dazzling red light of your power vanished. oda sakunosuke was standing next to you at this very instant. dazai was finally catching a glimpse of the ghost you had been describing and hearing about. so this is what you meant when you said that you could see ghosts because of your chaos magic.

oda's dark-brown eyes glancing at you briefly, evidently confused and astounded. "he can... see me?"

"and hear you too, but only in this space i made with my wiggly-woos." you explained before giving oda a closed-eye smile. "i mean it when i told you to tell him what you told me yourself."

oda nodded at you, peering at you with a smile before turning his head towards him.

he began, "dazai."

"odasaku." dazai's lips trembled as he appeared to be at a loss for words.

but since everything happened so suddenly, neither of you could blame him. even with his keen intellect, dazai failed to predict this one. he only deduced that you had fled to the cemetery. he didn't quite anticipate you to pull off this stunt with your chaos magic, as well as for you to know or find out about oda.

"it's been a while, huh?" oda shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i'm as surprised as you are. i didn't think this would be possible either."

"[name]-chan's full of surprises, isn't she?" when dazai reached out to gently ruffle your hair and you smiled happily at him, he stifled a fit of laughter. "speaking of which, she said that you wanted to tell me something earlier. what is it?"

"i'm proud of you, dazai."

oda wasted no time in saying, "you've changed and you've certainly come so far. i'm more than glad to see you grow into a fine young man and carve yourself a brighter path, something i've always wanted to achieve."

"odasaku.. thank you.." those words along with oda's voice were things dazai needed right now. "you were right about everything. saving others is truly something just a bit wonderful."

"you're doing a great job, and i know you'll do even more better." oda said reassurance, smiling. "i just know it, after all, i'm your friend, and i will always be, dazai. i'm glad to be able to talk with you like this before i go."

together with the mini-hex you encased you and them within, your chaos magic was losing its hold on oda. you raised your head to face him. time was running out. oda's wish to talk with dazai has been granted, thus he can depart this world now without anything holding him back.

"odasaku-san.." you tried to grab his wrist, a frown deepening on your face. sure, you've only recently started getting to know him, but..

you couldn't help but feel tears prick and glaze your red-glowing eyes once more as you felt his ghost of a hand pat your head, it was cold, but comforting. "[name], thank you for making my wish come true. if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be able to tell dazai himself. you're a blessing, kid, but could you, at the very least, do me another favor?

"what's that?" your tears trickled into sniffles.

"watch over your dazai-nii for me." oda proceeded to ruffle your hair. "okay?"

you nodded your head, "yes! i'll do my best, odasaku-san. i promise i will!"

"i'm supposed to be the one watching over [name]-chan, you know." dazai shook his head, chuckling softly.

"right, right." oda shook his shoulders and grinned at dazai as he sauntered forward to embrace him with his ghostly arms. "it's time for me to go, now. don't come following me sooner, okay? you still have a lot to live for, dazai."

"i won't." dazai nodded his head, basking in the comforting cold embrace of his friend.

the mini hex you had up begun to fall down right then. you saw as oda's ghostly form gradually changed into tiny red glow specks that resembled stardust created by your chaos magic. after so many years, oda finally passed, leaving you and dazai behind, with the coolness of his ghostly touch still clinging to you both and eventually, the sanguine red that had been engulfing the grave beneath the tree entirely disappeared.

after that, you found yourself collapsing, knees first, causing dazai to rush to your aid before your face impacted the ground. he picked you up, held you in his arms, and asked, "[name]-chan! are you okay? hey, what's wrong?" while gently shaking you.

"sorry, dazai-nii. i feel a bit tired." you admitted, taking in a deep breath as you felt your now heavy eyes begin to droop. "i haven't really done that before, but i really wanted you to see and hear oda-san."

dazai held you in his arms as he stood up on his feet and said, "no, i'm sorry. i should be the one apologizing. it's okay now. it's going to be okay. we're going back to the agency." he pressed you up against his chest.

you pulled away from him just enough to face dazai and laid a hand on his cheek with the last of your remaining strength as you voiced out tiredly, "you looked so sad back at that bar-place, and your thoughts were sad too. i wanted to make you smile, so when odasaku-san said you were good friends, i just knew he meant a lot to you—just as much how my daddy means to me."

you closed your eyes as dazai's eyes widened, feeling a wave of tiredness sweep over your body as you said those words. fresh, hot tears started to well up in dazai's eyes. how could you, of all people, care so much for him? he was moved to tears by the warmth and empathy he felt. he had never before felt this much love.

dazai has always felt hollow and has never seen the point in continuing to live in this world. he therefore tried looking for a purpose to live in death, but as he glanced down you as you were snuggled in his arms and sleeping away, he realized he had found another reason to live.

it was no surprise that oda adopted those children following the events of the dragon's head conflict. he found it strange when he was younger, when he was still in the mafia, but not until you came into his life. you weren't his biological little sister or daughter, but just seeing you and having you around made him happy. even though he only knew you for a short time, it felt like an eternity to him. he had learned what it was like to unconditionally care and love. it was the same feeling you gave gojo satoru when he first saw you and took custody of you, and now dazai osamu has it as well.

as tears streamed down his cheeks, dazai drew you back into his embrace, allowing your peacefully snoring figure to slump over his shoulder and sink deeper into his arms.

"thank you, [name]-chan. thank you. just thank you." he voiced out in between his sniffles.

odasaku was right about you being a blessing.

[wazzupmrstark]

instead of you [part fifty-three]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst, morbid plane/flying facts

word count: 2.2k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on ko-fi!!

Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Tom. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Sam was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Sam, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Tom far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.

You wound up texting Tom ‘Sam knows’ without any other context and calling it a night. 

The next morning, you woke up to a message from Sam telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.

You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Sam but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway. 

You spent the entire day in bed, trying to distract yourself with anything you could think of to pass the time. You scrolled through social media until your timelines stopped refreshing with new content. There wasn’t anything interesting enough on TV to pull you out of spiraling so you didn’t even bother trying to find something to hold your attention. 

At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Sam’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything. 

You thought about texting him, just to check in or try and talk about things but you didn’t want to bother him. A couple of times, you almost texted him just out of instinct. You would go to send him a tweet that you thought he’d find funny and then remember.

Tom came by your room that night after dinner, when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter. 

“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.

You shrugged noncommittally. “Sam found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”

“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”

You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously. 

“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”

The color drained from Tom’s face. “So he heard-”

You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Tom said. 

“He wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked up.”

“Yeah.”

“You were right.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“We really do deserve each other.”

Oh. What Sam had said earlier rang through your ears again. 

“I guess I was.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Sam walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother. 

“I should have known,” he muttered to himself. 

“Sam look-” Tom tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother. 

“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”

“But-”

“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”

You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded. 

“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Sam continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Tom opened his mouth to respond but Sam cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”

Tom looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?

“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”

You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Sam to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable. 

“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added. 

“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Sam stopped you. 

“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”

Of course. Keeping up appearances.

“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”

“It’ll be fine,” Sam argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”

“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”

He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you. 

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”

You weren’t sure how to take that. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take it. You tried not to let his words stoke the embers of hope you were still clinging on to but it was already proving difficult. 

“Maybe with time,” you suggested. 

He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”

-

You managed to get some sleep, despite everything. It took a while for your heart to calm down as you lay there beside your (ex?) best friend who was already snoring softly. He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t sure how he was able to drift off so easily in spite of your whole friendship falling apart but perhaps the stress was only one-sided. 

You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed. 

The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Sam’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed. 

You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases. 

The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hollands gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Sam’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise. 

The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Sam in Tom in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world. 

Tom woke up before Sam. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response. 

Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Tom gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine.”

He was so hard to read these days. Not that he was ever easy to read. You couldn’t tell whether or not he liked having his knee there. You weren’t sure why you were getting so caught up on it in the first place.

You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Sam’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport. 

Thankfully, Tom was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Sam and Harry. You gave Sam the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him, but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him. 

It was funny how Sam was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.

-

Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Sam had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed. 

“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once and a lifetime opportunity, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Sam and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now. 

You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Sam back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance in between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency for romanticizing the past. 

“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”

Harry’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion. 

“What?”

“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”

“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”

“They do, but they might need to move around the cabin when that happens in case of an emergency or something, and if that were to be the case, they’re trained to take masks from passengers to oxygenate themselves. They’ll give it back, but in order to do their jobs they might have to borrow one without asking.”

“What if the passenger passes out?”

“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”

You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”

Harry shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seatbelts are practically useless.”

“What?” You weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they help with turbulence and stuff but in the event of a crash, these aren’t going to do shit for us. They’re just here to keep us strapped to the seat so they can identify the corpses by looking at the flight log.”

You sat there in stunned silence as the information Harry had just told you sunk in. 

“That is... so dark,” you said finally. 

“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”

“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”

“Because it’s relevant!”

You sighed and glanced back at Sam who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”

It was just a joke but Harry scoffed nonetheless. 

“I’m offended,” he whispered. 

“And I’m traumatized.”

He grinned sheepishly. “My bad.”

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All I Ask

"Hey, Mr. McGarrett," you called out a soft hello, dropping your backpack just inside the back door of your boyfriend's home.

He looked up from the beer he was nursing at the sound of your voice, his small smile not quite reaching his red-rimmed eyes. You walked over to the head of the table and leaned down to hug him, pressing a kiss to the cheek of the man you expected to one day call your father-in-law. "Some days feel okay, and then some days it feels like your world is shattering all over again," you offered gently, speaking from the experience of losing your mother last year. While nothing could ever fill that cavernous space in your heart or ease the immense grief that accompanied losing a parent, at least your mother's passing was gradual, her war against cancer allowing you to somewhat prepare yourself for the worst.

The McGarrett household had not experienced such fortune.

"Today's definitely an earth-shattering day," he nodded, squeezing your hand as it rested on his shoulder.

"I'm a really good listener, Mr. McGarrett," you pulled the neighboring chair out from its spot nestled against the table and took a seat, "if you or Mary ever need someone else to talk to."

He patted your hand on the table and gave it a small squeeze in response. Like his son, he used his actions more than his words to convey his true emotions. Realizing that you had yet to see the handsome brunette, you asked his father, "Did Steve come home from practice yet? He seemed pretty distracted today, fumbling some of his plays."

“Shower,” he responded, tilting his head toward the staircase leading to the upper floor of the house.

Your boy was Kukui High's star quarterback, arguably the best one to ever grace the field. You loved watching him play, so confident, so masterful, so effortless, and getting to cheer him on from the sidelines with your squad. Watching him practice was amazing (you'd had a teammate's pompom thrown at your face on more than one occasion for drooling over getting distracted by his agile form on the field), but game days were your absolute favorite. It had become tradition for you to wear your boyfriend's jersey to school on the big days, feeling like a celebrity as you walked the halls holding his hand and sporting his last name and the number 50 in bright block letters. Despite the challenges the two of you had faced with friendship drama and loss and the general perils of high school, life as Steve McGarrett's girlfriend was incredible.

Until it wasn't.

"What do you mean you're leaving?" you cried out, bottom lip quivering as you connected the dots to John McGarrett's earlier despondence.

"I'm not choosing to leave, Y/N," Steve huffed out, throwing his wet towel on the bed next to you as he pulled clothes out from his dresser. "My dad's sending me off to the Academy and Mary to Aunt Deb because he doesn't want to deal with us anymore."

"Baby," you frowned, shaking out his towel and hanging it over his desk chair to dry, "you can't really believe that."

"It's true," he insisted as he slid his boxers up his toned legs, his jaw working in an attempt to cover his sadness with anger. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, sniffling before kissing the beads of water dotting along his back. You pressed your forehead against the space between his shoulder blades, inhaling deeply and trying to commit his scent to memory. Steve felt a rivulet of water running down his back, mistakenly thinking it was from his wet hair and not, in fact, from your teary eyes.

"What am I supposed to do without you?" you whispered softly against his warm skin, unwilling to speak this nightmare into existence at a higher decibel.

Your boyfriend turned to look at you quizzically, his index finger tucking under your chin to force your eyes to meet his gaze. "This doesn't change anything between us, you know that, right?"

"Steve," you choked back a sob, ashamed and heartbroken that you couldn't commit to what he wanted and assumed you'd do, "I can't handle not knowing if you’re safe. I'm sorry, I just can't do it."

"Y/N," he held your face delicately between his large hands, the familiar feeling of the callouses on his palms from weight training and playing football making tears pool in your eyes anew, "I'll only be in California. I can come visit or you can come see me and we'll just pick up where we left off." He pressed gentle kisses to your face, first your forehead, then each cheek, then your nose, and finally settling on your lips. "It'll take some adjusting, but we'll be fine, right?"

"And what happens after that?" you challenged him, desperate for him to understand why you couldn't do long distance, couldn't hold out hope forever.

"What happens after what?"

"So you spend junior and senior year at the Academy, and then what? You join the Army or the Navy? You go out and risk your life and I sit at home like the doting girlfriend or wife or whatever we'll be at that time, just waiting to one day get a call that 'Oh sorry, we're actually sending the love of your life home to you in a fucking pine box'? 'Here's a flag to remember him by, thanks for your sacrifice'?"

"Y/N..." He was frustrated and shocked and hurt and you hated yourself right now, but you had experienced too much pain at your ripe old age of fifteen to voluntarily sign yourself up for more.

"I love you so much, too much, to let you do this to yourself," you sniffled pathetically again, "because your whole life is about to change and you can't be stuck here in the past."

"I don't want you to be my past," he was trying to be strong, but you could tell even in the dim lighting of his room that his eyes were shiny with unshed tears, "I want you to be my present. I want you to be my future."

Your glassy eyes looked up to meet his, and he could see that, for better or worse, you had made your decision.

"Steve," you stuttered out his name in a shaky breath, turning your head to kiss his palms as they cupped your face, "I will never-" You choked on your words, closing your eyes and finishing your thought internally because the pain in his ocean blue eyes was just too much for you to handle. I will never love anyone the way that I love you.

One hand came around to cradle your head as the other pressed against your back, effectively pinning you against him as sobs wracked your body. It was more than just heartbreak; you felt immense guilt at not being able to agree to his wishes. Losing him as a lover was hard enough. You couldn't begin to imagine losing him forever.

And so, knowing that it may very well be your last night with him, you selfishly asked him to make love to you, leaving you with a memory that you could use to get through the hard days and nights sure to come.

Because you would never love anyone else the way you loved Steve McGarrett.