#I should've stayed idle

[jolikmc-thoughts]

I still get really emotional when I think about my "12 Days of Roll-Chan" thing from 2017.

It was, basically, the end of my Let's Play channel. The series finale. Done-skies. I even had a formal credit roll. (Hah.) But then, four years later… Harmony of Dissonance out of nowhere.

I sometimes wonder if I should have just left the channel to collect dust… That would have been the perfect way to end it.

[t4tklonoa]

seeing a post so predictable I get mad . daisuke shouldn't have been the leader blahblahblah TK should've been it instead blahblahblah I love daisuke guys dont get me wrong !!! (goes on to list things that daisuke did that TK should've done instead

sometimes the most optimal answer doesn't make for an interesting one . EVERYONE DIDN'T EVEN LISTEN TO DAISUKE FOR HALF THE SHOW .

[brunettemarionette]

Stay Close, Sweetheart

💜 pairing. Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

🔮 summary. When a drunk guy at a party won’t leave you alone, Eddie makes it clear exactly who you belong to.

🌙 tw. Protective!Eddie, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Harassment, Alcohol Use, Mild Violence/Threats, Sexual Tension/Suggestive scenes

✨ wc. 1.4k

You should've never let your friend drag you to this party.

Not that you didn't love her—she was your best friend, after all—but she thrived in social chaos, slipping through crowds with a kind of effortless energy you could never quite match.

Meanwhile, you were stuck dodging sweaty bodies, spilled drinks, and the occasional leering creep. Like the one currently hovering way too close, his breath thick with cheap beer and bad decisions.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he slurred, the stench of alcohol curling around you like a suffocating fog. "I've seen you around school. You don't have to play hard to get."

Your skin crawled. Instinctively, you stepped back, only for your spine to press against the edge of a sticky counter. Trapped. Your eyes darted through the sea of drunken partygoers, searching—where the hell was Eddie?

"I'm not playing anything," you muttered, forcing your voice to stay steady. "I have a boyfriend."

He waved off your words with a lazy grin as if they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "Bet I could change your mind."

A sharp laugh cut through the noise behind you.

"Yeah?" The word was casual, but the voice—low, edged with something dangerous—sent relief surging through you. "You feel like betting your teeth on that, big guy?"

An arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against a familiar chest. Eddie. His grip was firm and grounding; when you glanced up, his expression wasn't the usual playful smirk you were used to. He wasn't smiling at all.

In fact, he looked like he was seconds away from breaking something—preferably this guy's nose.

The creep's confidence faltered. "Dude, chill, we were just talking."

Eddie tilted his head, exhaling a slow, deliberate breath. His rings were cool against your hip as his grip tightened just slightly. "Oh yeah?" he drawled. "'Cause from where I'm standing, it looks a hell of a lot like you were making my girl uncomfortable."

Your stomach flipped at the casual possessiveness in his tone.

The guy lifted his hands in surrender, taking a half-step back. "Alright, alright, no need to 'freak' out," he muttered, his bravado crumbling. "Psycho freaks, man."

Eddie didn't even watch him go. His focus was already on you, dark eyes scanning your face, checking—always checking. His fingers traced light, grounding circles against your hip, a silent reassurance.

"You okay?" His voice was softer now, all sharp edges smoothed out just for you as he turned you, pulling your body closer to him so gently like he was holding something adorably fragile.

You exhaled, your body finally unclenching now in the safety of your boyfriend's arms. "Yeah. Just—ugh."

Eddie huffed a small laugh. "Yeah, 'ugh' sums it up."

And then, because he was Eddie, he grabbed your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks together. "You know I'd fight a hundred of those dudes for you, right? With my bare hands. No weapons. Just pure, unhinged Munson energy."

Despite yourself, you laughed, swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes at his bravado, knowing the guy only backed down due to your boyfriend's rumored status as a 'cult leader.' "Sure...I believe you, baby."

His grin stretched wide at your words. "Damn right, you do."

And just like that, the tension cracked and melted away. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then, finally —your lips, murmuring against your mouth, "Next time? You don't go looking for me. I'll find you first."

You melted into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the lingering chill of unease still coiling in your stomach. Eddie's grip on you never wavered, solid and reassuring, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your waist as if grounding you both.

"C'mon," he murmured, pressing another lingering kiss to your temple before slipping his ring-covered fingers between yours. "Let's get outta here. Stay close, Sweetheart."

You nodded, more than ready to leave the suffocating press of bodies and the lingering stench of alcohol and sweat.

Eddie didn't let go of your hand as he guided you through the throng, his body a shield between you and anyone who got too close. His presence alone was enough to part the crowd, dark eyes flashing warning glances at anyone who so much as glanced your way.

When you finally burst through the front door, the cool night air was a relief, crisp against your flushed skin. You sucked in a deep breath, letting it cleanse the last remnants of discomfort from your system.

Eddie, ever in tune with you, rubbed slow circles over the back of your hand with his thumb. "Better?" he asked, tilting his head to get a good look at your face.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. "Yeah. Much."

Eddie gave an exaggerated sigh of relief, pulling you to his chest in an exaggerated hug. "Thank God. For a second there, I thought I was gonna have to start swinging."

You huffed a laugh against his shoulder. "I think you scared him enough just by existing."

"Damn right I did." He pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. "I mean, did you see that guy? One second, he's acting all big and bad; the next, he's running away from the 'resident freak'."

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips was undeniable. "You really love being my knight in shining armor, huh?"

Eddie gasped, placing a hand over his heart like you'd just given him the highest honor imaginable. "Baby, don't insult me like that."

You frowned; usually, he loves being called that and letting you inflate his ego with stupid words that you both usually mock when hearing it in cheesy rom-coms. "What?"

"Shining armor? Please." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm more like the rogue outlaw with a heart of gold. The misunderstood antihero. The badass with a soft spot for his girl."

Laughing, you wrap your arms around his neck and play with the small curls of his dark hair. "Oh, of course. How could I forget?"

Eddie grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying you side to side. "Exactly. Now, let's get out of here before I get the urge to go back in and punch that guy for real."

The thought alone sent a slight shiver through you—not of fear, but something else entirely. The way Eddie was always so ready to fight for you, to protect you, did something to you that you didn't quite have the words for.

You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, your lips lingering against his just long enough to feel his breath hitch. "Take me home, Eddie." You whisper tantalizingly against his mouth.

His eyes darkened, and something playful and dangerous flashed behind them. "Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea how good that sounds." He tugged you toward his van, and you followed, your hand never leaving his.

Eddie didn't let go of you the entire ride to his trailer. One hand on the wheel, the other gripping yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles like a silent vow.

When he finally parked outside his place, he shifted to face you, his expression serious now. "You sure you're okay?"

Your heart swelled. Even after the tension had melted away, even after you'd laughed and kissed and found safety in each other, he was still checking, still making sure.

You squeezed his hand. "I'm sure. Thanks to you."

His lips quirked, but instead of leaning in for another forehead kiss, his fingers tightened around yours, his eyes darkening. "Good." In the next breath, he was tugging you closer, his other hand slipping to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him in his seat, making you straddle his lap.

His lips brushed your jaw, trailing soft, deliberate kisses down the column of your throat. You let out a shaky breath, tilting your head to give him more room, your fingers gripping the front of his jacket.

"Eddie," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, his breath hot, his hands restless as they explored the curves of your waist. "Mmm?"

You swallowed hard, your pulse thundering as you could only think of all the bad things you wanted to do with him right now inside of this very vehicle. "We should go inside."

Eddie pulled back just enough to look at you, his grin sharp, teasing. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm already five steps ahead of you."

Before you could protest, he was scooping you up into his arms, making you squeal. He laughed, kicking the van door shut behind him, carrying you toward your front door with a gleam in his eyes that promised a very interesting rest of the night.

And, honestly, you had no complaints.

[j3rryw-ot0m]

Shooting the Moon ── .✦

Edward Cullen x Witchy Stoner reader

An; I was thinking about an Edward Cullen not plagued by Mormon idles, and decided to be the New Stephanie Meyer's/Jk Tumblr 😒

Edward Cullen

You're family had just moved back to Forks, and you'd heard nothing but whispers of the odd new Cullen family since you touched down And with a small town like Forks you couldn't really blame them since it's not every day a small family of 'super models' move in.

To be honest you were kinda... glad. You see your family had developed a reputation of its own, most likely due to the creepy little house you're family decided to move in to on the outer skirts of town. It could also perhaps having something to due with the way you dressed, act, spoke etc.

In short you were more than happy for the Cullen's to take over for a bit😁, and you'd been even more happy to just stay out of the newcomers way yet the world seemed to have a sick sense of humor when it came to you because before you knew what hit you were abruptly face to face with a Cullen sibling.

And not just any Cullen sibling, you'd had to run into the hair. Aka Edward Cullen, the only single Cullen sibling out of the strange bunch.

You'd run into Edward after playing hokey and smoking a joint in your car (y'know because teenagers are the absolute worst people in the world) and almost coming face to face with his broad chest if he hadn't grabbed you in his hurry to stop the collision.

His hands were ice cold as they encased your bicep pulling you to an abrupt stop before you probably broke your nose on his marble chest, "Watch where your going." He spit out with all the poise of a man who was sure he'd just stopped a crime, and maybe you'd of responded better to him saving you if he hadn't stiffed the air and turned up his nose before speaking to you.

Either way neither of you could be blamed when you scoffed before snorting out a– "Sure, sure what you say flowers in the attic." His raised eyebrows were the only clue you'd got that he'd heard you as you stomped off with your earbuds still safely placed in your ear.

And that should've been all it.

Yet the months change from fall to winter and the Cullen's have been paying even more attention to you than before, especially the bronze haired Adonis looking one. And you've been getting this feeling..

Like your life's about to take a change for the worst, you consult your tarot cards and even throw your runes and thus far the only insight you get is, "The choice's you make shall change your life."

Over and over again like an echo of past event's, and you wouldn't have been as tore up about it if the Cullen's stopped staring at you like they knew your dirty secret. So when you're finally put out of your anxiety induced stupor, the only thing you can say is you should've seen it coming.. literally.

You should've heard the car speeding towards you, yet you didn't. You're stupid traitorous earbuds making the parking lots seem like a winter wonderland, despite the chaos. The chaos of course being the speeding van heading straight for you and your car.

Your head twist to the side as you caught Edward's face of absolute horror, and all you could think about as death was handed to you in slow motion was.

"Oh he's here."

Then everything went dark, and whether it was from you closing your eyes or the crack of your head hit the concrete you'd never know, for the only thing you were able to tell through your pain was that you were living.

And that someone was prodding at your aching skull, so you snap your teary eyes open to tell whoever it is too fuck off.. when you see him. A picture of poise and fear, staring at you like you were the only thing saving him from eternal damnation.

"Yeah I'm here., are you alright?"

An: To be continued... Maybe (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[sturniolocraft]

౨ৎ waking up is a job for two, chris x reader !!

summary: you have a habit of falling asleep in random places, especially when you're supposed to be filming. chris is the one to constantly wake you up! (aka; 3 times chris wakes you up, and the 1 time chris doesn't).

a/n— this is vv much based on chris n matt saying that chris wakes up him up constantly ^_^ i debated on making this a matt fic but im feeding the chris girls tn <3

1 (A CAR VIDEO)

chris wasn't the one next to you when you had begun to fall asleep, your eyes slipping shut as the conversation went quiet and matt was reading something off his phone to start it back up.

your head rested on nick's shoulder, the two of you always sitting in the backseat whenever you were invited to these videos. you didn't mind though, always happy to be with your best friends.

nick was the first to notice you had fallen asleep, rolling his eyes before taking a selfie for snapchat. he captioned it "sleeping beauty," which he knows he'll get shit for later, but it's funny, so he doesn't really care.

"chris," nick said, kneeing the back of his seat to get his attention away from his ranting. "shut the actual fuck up before you wake them up."

chris and matt turned to look at you, matt laughing and taking silly pictures of you while chris just went quiet and smiled at you.

they began joking about your sleepiness and the way you constantly slept on the job while they wrapped up the video, matt making sure to get a close up of chris and nick looking at you before putting the camera near your drooling face.

the ride home is somewhat quiet, only matt's idle talking and chris' music playing, keeping the car from going completely silent. nick being too busy on his phone, and you're still sound asleep.

chris is left with the job of waking you up, again. his cold hands digging into your sides, feeling like ice as he purposefully soaks up all of your warmth.

"chris?" you say annoyedly, huffing at him as he leans back laughing loudly. "that wasn't fucking funny, your hands are colder than a witches tit!"

2 (AT THE ZOO)

you and chris had split off from the others for just a moment, wanting to go look at the lions one more time before bed. even though it wasn't technically allowed, he had convinced you that there wasn't any harm.

you both sat down in front of the lion enclosure, looking at the lioness as she stared pointedly at you guys. knowing that you were there just outside the glass, you gripped his hoodie sleeve for a little bit of comfort.

"y'know," he says, moving his sleeve away from you so he could grab your hand instead. "we can always go back to the tent?"

you shake your head in response, whispering that you like the quietness. both of you laugh because neither of you is very quiet, but when the laughter dies down and you rest your head on his shoulder, you're almost out like a light.

soft snores come out of you as you sleep on his shoulder. he lets you rest for a bit before he gets a text from nick asking where you guys are, he huffs as he glances down at you asleep.

he feels bad as he gently shakes you awake, "c'mon, let's get back to the tent." he whispers, standing up slowly so you can grab on and he could help you up.

"m' so tired," you say, barely awake as chris basically carries you back to the tent. "can't wait for.. breakfast."

3 (AT TARA'S PARTY)

somehow, you, being you. you had found a way to fall asleep at a bustling party, slipping away into the bathroom for a breather. you sat in the bathtub for a moment, tipsy and socially exhausted.

you should've stayed home with matt, but you just couldn't handle not going places with chris. especially when there were going to be so many people around him. maybe you're a little bit possessive, but that never hurt anybody.

your head dipped forward and back as you tried to stay awake, ultimately failing as you rested your temple on the edge of the tub. falling asleep easily even with the loud music playing.

it only took a couple of minutes for nick and chris to grow worried about where you were, both of them searching the party for you. eventually, it was jake that had stumbled upon you while he was also trying to escape to the bathroom.

getting the call that you were asleep wasn't all that shocking, but in the bathroom had nick laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach. chris made his way upstairs to the bathroom, nick following behind him at a slower pace.

when they saw you in the bathtub, they couldn't help but laugh. your body was completely limp and sweaty as chris peeled you off, wiping your face with his hand as he patted your face gently to wake you up.

"yo," he says, shaking you now. "you gotta wake up, we're going home."

your eyes open slowly, groggily looking around at him and nick standing above you. you faintly hear nick say something, "did you just call me sleepy smurf?" you ask, half asleep as chris picks you up.

+1 (DURING A MOVIE)

getting chris to watch a movie without interrupting or getting distracted was difficult, which is why you put on one that you've seen so many times you could recite it word for word.

friday the thirteenth was playing in the background as he talked at you, not really expecting you to respond as the two of you cuddled.

you didn't know when the distance had closed between you guys, both literally and figuratively. but you couldn't say that you were unhappy, you felt safe around him as he talked and was touchy even in public.

his arm around your shoulder and your head in his chest as a recipe for disaster, a good movie, and his voice was basically a lullaby for you. your eyes fluttering shut as you began drifting, letting your mind wonder as you fell asleep.

it takes him only a couple minutes later to realize you're asleep, peacefully on his chest all curled up on him. he almost wakes you up on instinct, but instead, he stops himself to quickly take a picture.

he rests his hands on your waist, playing with the fabric of your shirt as he bounces his leg while watching the movie. half because of boredom, and half because it was already a long day, he also begins drifting off to sleep.

falling asleep with his head nestled into yours, he pulls you closer even in his sleep. when matt and nick come home, they both stop to look at the two of you.

"i told you so," nick says, smirking at matt as he walks over to turn off the tv. "they had the cliche movie and everything, weirdos."

[authorkiki]

I remember - newjeans/njz danielle

x fem reader

6k words // rekindling an old friendship in the dirtiest of ways.

It's not like you and Dani ever really hated each other - but you did have your moments. Maybe you could just chalk it up to how your lives forked in two directions. You stayed in school; she became a star. You're still in your hometown; she's in Seoul, New York, Paris, Hong Kong, L.A. You're single, and she's... well, who really knows? She's not the type to settle down.

The two of you don't talk much anymore, and the last time you did, it ended in a spat. You haven't reached out to her since. Maybe it's just easier that way. Maybe you two just don't fit in each other's lives.

-

The city lights glow underneath a blanket of rain clouds; the stars are hidden, and the moon is nowhere to be seen. The streets are slick with rain, and puddles form in dips in the road. You're at a stoplight, your car idling as you wait for your turn to pass through the intersection. Even though it's late, the roads are still crowded, and the sidewalks are full of people hurrying home. It's not the most ideal weather to be driving in, but it's not all bad. You've always liked the rain.

You hear a distant rumble of thunder. In front of you is a bus stop, where a group of three people are huddled under a small roof. One of them is an older man with a briefcase, and the other is a woman with an umbrella and a raincoat. The third is a woman wearing a long, pink peacoat and a matching hat. She's holding a large bag at her side, and she's looking down at the ground.

The stoplight turns green, and you press on the accelerator, moving your car forward. The rain is coming down harder now, and it's making it difficult to see out of the windshield. The wipers are doing their best to keep up, but they're losing the battle. The traffic moves slowly, and the rain keeps falling. Your headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead of you.

As you're approaching the bus stop, the person in the pink coat looks up. She meets your gaze, and you instantly recognize her.

It's Dani.

Your jaw drops open slightly. What's she doing here, of all places? You haven't seen her in years. Not in person, at least. You've seen her on TV and in the news, of course. That's where she lives now. The last time you talked, the two of you didn't exactly part on good terms. She'd said something that rubbed you the wrong way, and you'd said something that rubbed her the wrong way, and it escalated into a shouting match. It wasn't pretty.

Now that you've seen her, though, you feel a sudden pang of regret. Maybe you were too harsh on her. Maybe you should've called her back after that. But what would you say? It's been so long, and you're not even sure if she'd want to talk to you. She's probably forgotten all about you by now.

Before you can think twice, you find yourself pulling over to the side of the road. Your car comes to a stop next to the bus stop, and you roll down the passenger-side window. The woman in the pink coat is still standing there, and she's watching you with a curious expression.

You lean over and look at her through the open window. "Dani?"

She squints at you for a moment, and then recognition dawns on her face. "Oh my god." she says, "Is that really you?"

"Yeah, it's me," you say, "Do you want a ride? It's pouring out there."

"Um, sure," she says, sounding hesitant, "I mean, if it's no trouble..."

"It's fine," you say, "Hop in."

Dani nods, and she hurries over to the car door. She opens it and climbs in, closing it behind her. The interior of the car is instantly filled with the scent of her perfume, and you feel a little dizzy.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up," she says, "I was starting to think I was gonna be stuck here all night."

"Don't mention it," you say, "I'm glad I could help."

You pull away from the curb and begin driving again and Dani begins her rant, "Ugh, what a disaster. The meeting ran late and the car never showed up, of course, it started pouring right when I left the building, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so now I'm soaked to the bone. I look like a drowned rat." She laughs bitterly and shakes her head. That's the same Dani you remember, talking a mile a minute and always quick to complain. Some things never change.

You don't answer her right away, not knowing what to say. The last words you said to her were full of anger. What could you possibly follow that up with?

"Look, about last time," Danie begins to say. Oh, here we go. The apology. You brace yourself for it, but it doesn't come. Instead, Dani just continues, "I don't even remember what we fought about. Isn't that crazy? We were both so mad at each other, but I can't remember what started it all. Can you?"

You can. Of course, you can. You remember every detail of that argument. But you don't want to dredge it all up again, so you lie, "No, I don't remember either."

"Exactly!" she exclaims, "It was stupid. All that yelling, and for what? Some petty bullshit that neither of us can even remember anymore. We were being idiots."

"We were," you agree. You weren't. You both had every right to be annoyed. But that's not the point.

"Friends?" she asks.

You nod. "Friends."

"I'm so glad the world sent you to me today," she says, grinning at you. "What a crazy coincidence. You're the first friendly face I've seen all day."

You glance at her, then quickly turn your attention back to the road. "I'm glad, too," you say. "It's good to see you again." And it is, you realize. Despite everything, despite how things ended between you, it's good to see her again.

"So where are you heading?" you ask, realising you'd been on autopilot and heading towards your apartment, not even stopping to think where she might need to be.

"I was gonna get the bus back to the hotel," Dani replies and it's followed by a ponderous silence. You know where this is going, and you can't help but feel a little bit excited by it, "But if you're headed home, maybe you'd be open to some company?"

"Yeah," you say, "That sounds nice."

"Great," she says, "Let's do it."

Your heart is beating faster, and your hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly. You can't believe you're actually doing this. You and Dani haven't spoken in years, and now you're bringing her back to your place? What are you thinking? But you know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you want to make things right between you two and that this is the perfect opportunity to do it. You're thinking about all those confusing nights you spent alone with your best friend in college, the way she'd crawl into bed with you after a party and wrap herself around you like a snake, how her lips would sometimes graze against the skin of your neck, how her hands would sometimes wander beneath your shirt. You're thinking about how much you missed her, and how much you've wanted to see her again.

-

You let Dani step in first, and she does so with an almost effortless grace. She takes off her coat and hat and then hangs them on the rack next to the door. You didn't see it before, but now that she's taken off her hat, your jaw is hanging agape. "Dani, your hair." It's short, blonde, and bobbed - a far cry from the long, brown locks you remember.

"Yeah," she says, running a hand through it, "It's new. Do you like it?"

"Yeah," you say, "It suits you."

It served as a distraction - however momentary - from the body she just revealed. She was your awakening, a year ago, and in all that time you've never been able to find someone quite like her. She's slender, with long legs and toned abs. Her breasts are small but perky, and her nipples are hard and visible through the fabric of her bra from the cold. You can't help but stare at them, and you can feel your cheeks getting warm, and you haven't even had the chance to admire her cute butt in those jeans.

"Thanks," she says, "I wasn't sure about it at first, but I think I'm getting used to it."

"Want anything? Drink? Food?" you ask, desperate to change the subject and pull your eyes away from her chest.

"Wine?" she asks and you gulp, "I've had a long day."

You nod and go to the kitchen. You open a bottle of red and pour two glasses, then bring them back out to the living room. Dani is sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She looks so comfortable and relaxed, and you can't help but smile at the sight of her. You hand her a glass of wine, and she smiles at you in return. You sit down beside her, and she takes a sip.

"Mmm," she says, "This is nice." Dani turns to you, her brows furrowing as if she's sensed your nerves. "What is it?" she asks.

"The last time we drank wine together..." you trail off, taking a drink yourself to stall for time.

"We got a little too close," she says, her voice low, "But that was a long time ago."

"Yeah," you say, "It was." You pause, not knowing what else to say. Dani doesn't seem to mind. She just sips her wine and then sets it down on the coffee table.

"Do you remember how it started?" she asks.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you say, hoping that will end the conversation.

"Oh, come on," she says, "It's not like you to be shy."

"I'm not shy," you say, "I'm just..."

"Embarrassed?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't reply, and she takes another drink. "It's okay," she says, "I mean, we were young. We were experimenting. It happens."

"Yeah," you say, "I guess."

Dani leans closer to you, and you can smell the wine on her breath. "Do you ever think about it?" she asks, "About that night?"

You can feel your face getting hot again, and you take a deep breath. "No," you say, "Not really." It's a lie. You think about it all the time.

"Really? It didn't change you?" she says. She's teasing you. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"No," you say, "Of course not." Another lie. It changed you completely.

Dani smiles and sits back. "I think about it," she says, "Sometimes. Even when I fuck a guy, sometimes, my mind will wander. It's hard to explain, but there's a different... energy to it."

"Different?" you ask.

"Yeah," she says, "Like, with a guy, everything is so... linear. There's a beginning, and an end, and there's not much room for anything else. But with you, it was like we could go anywhere. Do anything. There were no rules. No boundaries. Just... freedom."

The room is quiet. The only sounds are the ticking of the clock on the wall, the rain on the window and the beating of your heart in your ears.

"Do you know why I got mad at you? Like, really, deep down mad?" Dani asks.

You shake your head.

"Because you made me feel things that I'd never felt before," she says, "And I was scared. I was scared of what that meant, of who I was becoming. I was scared that I'd lose control of my life."

"Dani..." you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"I'm not done," she says, "After that, I went on a lot of dates. A lot of dates. I fucked so many guys. I did everything I could to prove to myself that I wasn't... that I didn't like girls. But it didn't work. It just made me more confused. And then I'd think about you, and I'd remember that night, and it would all come flooding back. And then I'd hate myself for it. I'd hate myself for wanting it. I'd tell myself that I was sick. That I needed help. That I was broken." She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "I'm still working on that."

"I'm sorry," you say, "I didn't know."

"How could you?" she replies, "It's not like we've talked in years." She sighs. "I'm not trying to blame you for anything. I'm not even sure if I'm making any sense."

"You're making sense." You take her hand, reassure her. "Dani. I lied. I changed too, after that. I've never stopped thinking about you. But I couldn't do the whole friends thing. I knew if I saw you again, I'd want more. And I thought you didn't. So... I kept my distance."

She nods, and she looks at you. You meet her gaze, and she holds it. "Even now, I want to kiss you." Her words send a jolt of electricity through your body.

"We shouldn't." It's the last thing you want to say, but you know it's the truth.

Dani sighs. "But you're so pretty." She turns away and sinks onto the couch, closing her eyes. "God, I'm a mess. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here."

"No," you say, "It wasn't a mistake." You reach out and take her hand, squeeze it gently. "We needed to talk about this."

"But now I'm just gonna lie here and fantasise about kissing you," she says, "And then I'm gonna go back to my hotel room and touch myself to the memory of that night."

"Dani..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. Your heart is pounding, and your stomach is in knots. You can feel your clit throbbing between your legs.

"Sorry," she says, "I shouldn't have said that."

"No," you say, "Don't apologize. I just... I don't want to make things worse. For you."

She opens her eyes and looks up at you. "Then kiss me."

"I can't," you say.

"Please," she says, "Just kiss me."

You look into her eyes, and you see the desire there. The hunger. The need. You know she's not going to back down, and you know that you can't resist her.

You lean down and press your lips to hers. You feel her body shudder as you kiss her, and you pull her close. Her tongue slips into your mouth, and you moan softly. You can feel her breasts against your own, and her hands on your back. You kiss her harder, deeper, and through it all you're just falling against her, sliding into her lap. Her hands slip under your shirt and slide up your sides, her thumbs rubbing against your stomach, and your ribs. You break the kiss and bury your head in her shoulder, gasping for breath. Her fingers find their way to your breasts, and she squeezes them gently. You whimper, and you can feel her smile against your neck. You reach down and begin to undo your pants, but she stops you. "No," she says, "Not yet."

"Why not?" you ask.

"Because I want to take my time," she says, "I want to enjoy this." You can't help but agree. You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but tonight, you're going to savour every moment. You lie back on the couch, and she straddles your waist. You wrap your arms around her, and she leans down to kiss you again. Her lips are soft, and her tongue is warm. You can feel her hands roaming over your body, touching you everywhere. You moan into her mouth, and she bites your lower lip. You grip her waist - her tiny little waist - and pull her down onto you. She grinds her hips against you, and you can feel her warmth radiating through your clothes.

You slide your hands up under her shirt, and she raises her arms. You lift the fabric away from her body, and she helps you pull it off. You toss it aside, and you stare at her in awe. She's wearing a bra as tiny as her pert little mounds deserve, and her skin is smooth and pale. You reach up and cup her breasts, and she arches her back.

"Your hands feel so..." she begins, but trails off. You don't need to hear the rest. You know exactly how she feels because you're feeling the same way.

"Take it off," she says. You reach behind her, and she arches her back even more, thrusting her chest out towards you. You slip open the clasp of her bra, and she slides the straps down her arms. You toss the bra aside, and she leans forward. Her breasts hang above you, her nipples inches away from your face. You lick one of them, and she gasps. You wrap your lips around it, and you suckle gently. Her hands find your hair, and she cradles your head as you worship her tits. You switch from one to the other, back and forth, until she finally pushes you away. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you.

"Now it's your turn," she says. She lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. She leans down and kisses your neck, and you close your eyes. You feel her teeth scrape across your skin, and you shiver. She moves down to your collarbone, and you feel her tongue trace its way along your shoulder. She moves further down, and her mouth finds your nipple. She sucks it into her mouth - more aggressively than you did to her - and bites down lightly. You moan, and you can feel her smile against your breast. She continues her assault on your chest, alternating between sucking and licking, biting and nipping. You run your fingers through her short blonde hair, and you pull her closer.

"Dani," you whisper. She stops and looks up at you. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. You're so wet for her. You can't take it anymore. "You're making me..."

"Me too." She takes your hand and pulls it between her thighs. You can feel the heat of her cunt through her jeans, and you groan. You press your fingers against the seam of her pants, and she grinds herself against your hand. You squeeze your legs together, and you can feel the pressure building inside of you. "I'm so horny." She rubs her crotch against your hand - hard - and her tight stomach flexes. Every roll of her body is mesmerizing. Her tight, flat tummy rolls and ripples with each gyration of her hips, her tiny, perky tits bouncing with each movement. Dani's body has always been something special, something that you could never quite get over.

"Can I... take them off?" you ask. Your fingers are already fumbling with the buttons of her jeans, and she's nodding, helping you slide them down her legs. You're both panting heavily, and your hands are shaking. You push them all the way down to her ankles, and she kicks them off. You look at her panties - cute little pink cotton - and you smile. "These are cute."

"Thanks," she says. She's blushing furiously, and her eyes are glazed over. "They're new."

"They suit you," you whisper, "But they have to go."

She nods, and she lifts her hips off of you. You slide your fingers into the waistband of her panties, and you begin to tug them down. She raises her legs in the air, and you pull them off. She lowers her legs and spreads them wide. She's completely naked now, and her pussy is glistening wet. You reach down and touch it, and you can feel the slick heat of her skin. She moans, and she grips your wrist. She guides your hand up to her clit, and she begins to grind against your fingers.

"I remember how good you are at this," she whispers. You rub her gently, circling her clit with two fingers. She moans louder, and she wraps her arms around your neck. You can feel her lips on your neck, kissing you, sucking on you. You can feel her teeth on your skin, and you shudder.

You slide one finger inside of her, and she moans again. Her walls are tight, hot, and slick. You curl your finger, and you find that spot that you know will drive her crazy. You massage it, and she gasps.

"Oh god," she moans, "Just like that. You know how I like it." You rub her faster, and harder, and she grips your shoulder. You can feel her nails digging into your flesh - hard enough to leave marks - but you don't care. She's breathing heavier, her little chest heaving, and her stomach tensing. She looks so perfect that you could just eat her - taste her - devour her. You lean forward and capture one of her nipples in your mouth again, and she cries out. You lick and suck on it, and you keep working her tight pussy with your hand. You can feel her tense up, and you know she's close.

"Dani," you whisper, "I'm gonna make you cum."

"Please," she whimpers.

You move your mouth to her other nipple, and you bite down lightly. She cries out, and her body spasms. You feel her pussy contract around your fingers, and you know she's cumming. You keep rubbing her, keep pleasuring her, letting her petite body writhe uncontrollably in ecstasy. This is everything you've been missing, and you're not letting her go without a reminder of that, so you touch her right through it all. She shakes, she sweats, she cries out your name. Her hips buck, her muscles flex, her toes curl.

She flails an arm, gently trying to push you away when she becomes too sensitive, so you relent, wrapping your arms around her instead, pulling her close into a hug.

"That was amazing," she whispers. She's breathing hard, and her hair is stuck to her forehead. Her eyes are glazed over, and her lips are parted. Dani runs her hand down your back - fingertips tickle bare skin - until it rests on your ass, where she grips tightly. "Your turn," she says.

"My turn," you repeat. It sounds surreal coming out of your own mouth. Truth is, you feel as if you could cum from the slightest touch. Dani presses her lips against yours, and you kiss her hungrily. She pushes you down flat on the couch and then moves down your body, kissing your neck, your chest, and your stomach, until she gets to your jeans. She pops the button and unzips your fly, then tugs on the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips, and she slides them down your thighs. You raise your feet, and she pulls your jeans off. You're lying on the couch in only your panties now, and Dani's staring at your exposed skin. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed.

"You're beautiful," she says. She reaches down and cups your pussy, rubbing it gently through your underwear. She leans forward, resting her forehead on yours. Her breath is warm, and she smells faintly sweet. She's still touching you - stroking you lightly, teasing you. You whimper, and you try to push yourself into her palm, but she keeps you at bay.

"Dani," you beg. You grab her wrist and try to force her hand between your thighs.

"Not yet," she whispers. She takes your wrists and pins them to the cushions above your head. You strain against her grip, but she doesn't budge. "If I let go of these," she asks, "Will you keep them there? Hands above your head?"

"Yes." You nod frantically.

Dani releases your wrists, and she places a hand on each side of your face, holding you steady. Her mouth meets yours, and she kisses you passionately. Her tongue invades your mouth, and her lips are soft. You kiss her back, and you moan into her mouth. She breaks away from the kiss and smiles at you.

"Keep them there," she repeats.

"I swear." You don't move your hands. You wouldn't dream of it. You're helpless before her; exactly where you want to be. Exactly where she wants you. Dani starts by kissing her way down your neck, nibbling on your skin, and she whispers, "You're so hot. God, I forgot how hot you were."

"Dani... Please," you whine.

"Just relax," she soothes. She reaches down and strokes your pussy again, rubbing the wet fabric of your panties against your slit. "Is this what you want?" she asks, and you shake your head.

"No," you whisper, "Take them off."

"Mm-mm." Dani shakes her head. Instead, she just hooks a single digit under the waistband and pulls them higher, the fabric rolling over your wet pussy, giving some relief in one place and uncomfortable tension in another, "Tell me how much you want this." She moves the damp cloth against your sensitive bud, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. "Do you like it when I play with you through your panties?"

"I... I love it," you stutter.

"And if I take them off?" she asks, "Will you let me fuck you?"

"I'd let you do anything," you admit. Your cheeks are burning. You can't believe that you're saying this stuff out loud. But it's true. If Dani wanted to put on a strap-on and pound you into submission right now, you'd probably let her.

"Mmmm..." she hums. She traces her finger up and down your slit, slowly, and she watches you squirm beneath her touch. She does this for minutes. Minutes. Touching, teasing, tormenting. She knows that you're on edge, that you're desperate for relief, but she just keeps dragging this out.

"I can't," you start to protest, "Dani, please." Your fists are clenched, your knuckles white. You're straining against the urge to disobey, to reach down and shove her hand harder against you. "I need you inside me."

"Mmmm..." Dani purrs. She slides your panties to the side and slides her fingers between your folds. Your juices drip onto the sofa cushions as she explores you, spreading you open, teasing your opening. Her thumb brushes against your clit, and you moan. "You're so wet," she whispers, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," you answer, "More than anything."

Dani laughs softly and continues to explore you. She dips her fingers inside of you, probing you gently, and you spread your legs wider, eager for more. Her fingers slide inside you easily, and she pumps them in and out of you, causing you to buck and writhe on the couch. Her other hand comes down and presses against your abdomen, steadying you. You feel your walls clenching around her fingers, trying desperately to hold onto them, and you cry out.

You've missed this. Not just being with a girl, but this girl in particular. No one else makes you feel the way Dani does.

"Dani," you whisper.

"I'm right here," she reassures you.

"Don't stop," you beg.

"Shhh." Dani silences you with a kiss. Her lips are gentle and loving, and you surrender to her. She slides another finger inside of you, stretching you even further, and you arch your back, pressing your hips against her hand. You're fucking yourself on her fingers, grinding your hips against her palm, and you're moaning into her mouth.

You're getting closer. Closer. The tension in your body builds and builds, and you feel like you're going to explode. You're rocking back and forth now, fucking yourself with Dani's fingers, and she's matching your rhythm, letting you set the pace, encouraging you with words, "That's it, baby. Take what you need. Fuck my hand like a naughty girl."

The world goes white for a second as your climax hits. Your legs shake, your arms spasm, and your back arches. You scream loudly, and you feel yourself contracting around Dani's fingers. You ride wave after wave of pleasure, and Dani holds you tightly, keeping her fingers buried deep inside you, milking your orgasm.

As the tremors subside, you collapse backwards, exhausted. Dani removes her fingers from inside you and brings them to her mouth, cleaning you off her fingers. Your chest heaves with each breath, and you stare up at her dazedly. "You taste amazing," she says. Then she leans forward, planting kisses down your chest. When she gets to your stomach, she licks a long strip from your belly button all the way down to your mound. You squirm underneath her, and she smiles up at you wickedly. She buries her face between your legs and flicks her tongue over your clit.

"Dani," you moan. You grab a handful of her short blonde hair and pull her closer. She licks you again, and you buck your hips upward, pushing your pussy against her mouth. Dani's tongue swirls around your clit, and she sucks it into her mouth. You look down and see her staring back up at you, her bright eyes framed by her dark lashes. Her mouth is covered in your juices, and her expression is one of pure lust.

"Dani!" you exclaim. Your legs are shaking, and your whole body is trembling. Dani continues licking and sucking on your sensitive clit, and you feel yourself starting to come undone.

Dani grabs onto your thighs and spreads them apart as wide as they'll go. She slides a hand under you and cups your ass, lifting your hips slightly, bringing your pussy up to her waiting mouth. Then she attacks your clit with renewed fervour, alternating between licking and sucking.

The sensation is overwhelming. You're on fire. Dani's tongue is magical, and you don't think anyone else will ever be able to make you feel this way again. You throw your head back, pushing it into the upholstery, and you grab onto the cushions of the sofa. Your hands twist and bunch the material, and your toes curl. The waves of pleasure coursing through your body threaten to overwhelm you entirely. Dani is relentless. Her mouth works your clit, her fingers pump in and out of you, her free hand kneads your ass. It's almost too much.

You arch your back, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Dani moans into your pussy as she feels you clenching down on her fingers. She pulls away for a moment to say, "Cum for me, baby," and that's all it takes to send you over the edge.

You're not even sure what words spill from your lips, but it's probably something filthy. Your entire body convulses violently. You buck against Dani's mouth, fucking yourself against her face, riding her tongue and fingers, and your vision goes blurry. You're cumming so hard that you forget where you are. Dani holds you close throughout your orgasm, her grip on your ass tightening, her fingers inside you curling. Her mouth stays firmly attached to your clit, sucking on it, drinking you in.

As your climax subsides, you fall back down onto the couch, limp. Dani withdraws her fingers and lowers your hips back down to the cushions. She crawls up your body and kisses you deeply. You can taste yourself in her mouth.

"You're amazing," you tell her.

"So are you," she replies. She cuddles up beside you on the couch. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you're panting heavily. Dani traces patterns across your stomach, occasionally dipping lower to brush your inner thigh or tease the outer lips of your dripping pussy.

You lie there together in silence for several minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, you speak up.

"So..." you begin.

"Yeah?" Dani looks over at you.

"What happens next?"

"Anything we want," she answers. "Everything." She leans over and kisses you again, gently. You melt into it, losing yourself in the feeling of her soft lips on yours.

When the kiss ends, you open your eyes and find yourself staring into her beautiful brown ones. You smile shyly at her. "We have all night," you say.

"Do you remember that thing we wanted to try, but we both chickened out?" Dani asks. A memory flashes through your mind, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "You could take me to bed and..."

-

Dani's sprawled out, head on your pillow, legs wide, naked and glistening. She's gorgeous, and she wants you. You can't believe how lucky you are. You move close, one leg under, one leg over hers. Your bodies meet, softness to softness, heat to heat. You press your sex to hers. For a brief moment there is only lightest contact - a tantalizing awareness - and then, very gradually, you press close. Slowly enough for you to feel every exquisite sensation - and then you're locked, you fit together.

A moan escapes you, and your eyes lock. They stay focused on each other as you begin to undulate gently. Back, forth, tiny delicate circles. Each motion produces wonderful sensations, an intricate ballet of tenderness. This is unlike anything you've done before. So different from the needy grasping of earlier in the evening. The way your pussies slide against each other - you've never felt so intimate, so connected.

Dani puts her hands on your ass and hips to guide you as you rub yourselves together. Her small breasts bounce with each motion. You speed up a little, rocking back and forth, finding a rhythm. A soft hiss of pleasure comes from Dani. "That's so good," she whispers. She closes her eyes and throws her head back against the pillow. You watch her face as she enjoys the moment, and the sight of her blissful expression sends an intense surge of excitement coursing through your body.

The movements intensify, faster, harder, and less controlled. The sensations grow stronger, richer, and deeper. You feel your clit pulsing between your slick lips, and you can sense hers doing the same. A fiery pressure rises inside you. You start to feel dizzy, disoriented, overwhelmed.

Dani looks deep into your eyes with a look of raw desire and determination. She pushes upwards with her hips and pulls you down toward her simultaneously. Your bodies clash together with more force than ever. She's taking control now. Holding you firmly. Taking charge.

The change shocks you and ignites you. It's powerful, primal, erotic. Your hips slam against her with urgent need. Again, again, harder. The pleasure spikes higher and higher. The world spins around you as you surrender completely to her grasp. Higher, higher, higher...

You're falling back, reaching out behind you to prop yourself up, Dani is rising, reaching out towards you, grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your bodies keep moving together in perfect sync, sliding smoothly across each other. Everything disappears except her and the searing flames engulfing you both. You reach out to her too, you hold each other upright as you grind together. There is no sound beyond the roaring fire inside you.

"I could fuck you all day," Dani groans. "All night." She tightens her grip on your hair.

"All night," you breathe, barely hearing the words leave your mouth. Barely believing them. "I need you."

Her gaze locks on you. Her mouth hangs open in wonder. "Oh my god," she gasps. And then there's no holding back. The two of you are hurtling downhill, picking up momentum. Climax rushes inevitably closer. You give yourselves up to it entirely, careering along at full throttle. "Cum with me." And you do.

A great wave sweeps away everything but pure rapture. Time stops. Thought vanishes. Only pleasure remains. Ecstasy blasts through your body again and again in crushing waves. It feels like flying, it feels like floating, it feels like exploding stars. There is only joy - only Dani.

Forever passes.

Time returns. The explosion subsides. The tide recedes, leaving behind only warm, soft sand. Gentle lapping surf.

Dani sags gently backwards until she rests against the bed once more. You follow, collapsing limply. Skin against skin, heart beating next to heart.

[vertical-tacos]

"be strong. always be strong."

hey guys I return from the basement with another killer page

bro I fr just ran out of room on the paper to finish drawing his legs assume they are like normal

info below cut as per usual

GUEST 1337 - KILLER CONCEPT

INFO

BACKSTORY: After being promised a safe exit for him and those he cared about, Guest 1337 will do ANYTHING to get the survivors out of the picture as fast as possible. it's only with them gone would the other end of the deal be fulfilled... right?

ABILITIES

PASSIVE: “SEASONED VETERAN”. If a survivor stays in a certain area of the map, or tracks a similar path for too long, it will be highlighted to Guest 1337 for 10s. Can be re-highlighted if the survivor comes back to the area, and every time it is, the duration of the highlight grows by 5s.

LMB: Simple punch. 1337 doesn’t care about style, he cares about getting the job done. 40 damage, 10s cooldown.

ABILITY ONE: “ONRUSH”. Guest 1337 winds up, before barreling forward in a rolling motion (speed of this attack is 2x that of his sprint speed). If he makes contact with a survivor, he deals 60 damage, and applies Slowness II for 10s. If not, he is stunned for 10s. (hmm, i wonder why you'd be slowed down after being barreled into by a human tank. maybe because YOUR BONES ARE PROBABLY BROKEN) Rectangle hitbox, large endlag, 30s cooldown. massive damage, massive punish.

ABILITY TWO: “RESOURCEFULNESS”. Guest picks up the nearest object and tosses it forward. Vertical Arc hitbox, slow movement, HEAVY damage (50). 75s cooldown, can only be used if near an object that can be picked up (anything not lodged in the ground)

Possible application: Picking up a nearby generator. If the generator has no progress. Guest 1337 will pick it up no problem and toss it as usual. Afterwards, the generator becomes unusable but the amount of generators needed to count as full completion goes down by 1 (because now you only need to complete the ones still working, not the now broken one). If the generator has any progress on it, it will stun him instead of being picked up. The further the progress, the longer the stun- (¼ of the way through = 2s stun, ½ of the way through = 4s stun, etc)

STATS

DIFFICULTY:★★★★☆

DAMAGE: 40. (He hits HARD.)

HEALTH: 1500

REGULAR SPEED: 2

SPRINT SPEED: 12

STAMINA: 200

STAMINA-LOSS: 22

STAMINA-GAIN: 32

VOICE LINES

Idle

Passive

slow breathing

low growls

When "ONRUSH" is used

"They're back."

"You're too predictable.."

When "RESOURCEFULNESS" is used

"COMING THROUGH!"

"GET OUTTA THE WAY!"

When HITTING "ONRUSH"

"I told you to MOVE."

"that's your OWN fault."

When FAILING "ONRUSH"

"OW!"

snarl sfx

KILL LINES

"Take THIS!"

"I'M SICK OF YOUR GAMES!"

Stunned:

Growling sfx

"Have fun getting AWAY WITH THAT."

When killing Jason

When killing John Doe

"Should've kept away."

"You couldn't even tell the difference."

When killing 1x1x1x1

"Another loss for the signature duo."

"You should've stepped away when you had the chance."

When killing C00lk1dd

"Unimpressive."

"I expected more from someone so revered."

When killing Guest 666

".. You're not her."

"Hm. you remind me of someone."

When killing Azure

"YOU."

"FINALLY GOT RID OF YOU."

"Not my fault your cult didn't come through on your RESPAWN."

"And STAY DOWN this time."

Bonus:

his kill animation would be like him kicking you down and stomping right on your ribcage. quick but... not necessarily painless.

He is the tallest (and bulkiest) killer, right above Two-Time and 007n7 in height

He's too grumpy for the other killers, doesn't hang out with them.

"Work" oriented to the MAX.

has used Noob as a "dumbell" at least once (just fuckin picked the guy up and started bench pressing him with one hand. Noob couldn't complain bc uh he'd get his ass beat if he tried fighting with 1337)

the flag on his uniform has been torn out and replaced with a photo of a certain someone. (Ch█r█ott█)

something feels off about that visor he's wearing. where did he even get that?

there are some minor details hidden in / around the face & head, point em out for bonus points :3

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I love you; I don't pt.2 | {SaneGiyuu}

part 1

Theme: Fluff+Angst

Note: uhh cw death 

a little uzusane friendship 

ooh hi its been a while since i posted writing that wasn't a reblog ‼

×××

Previously: 

Giyuu didn't look back, pressing a hand to his mouth to stop a sob that threatened to spill out. He should've expected this. There was no way in hell Sanemi would've stayed in love after years, it was a miracle he'd loved him in the first place. Of course.

×××

Sanemi visited after a couple days. He had sent no warning letter—because he couldn't write coherently yet—and simply arrived at Giyuu's door. 

Giyuu had opened it and then proceeded to lead a couple minutes of a staring contest in which they both blinked several times before regaining his composure and letting him in.

"What're you doing here, Shinazugawa?" Giyuu asked. He shifted his hair to cover his cheeks which burned red with embarrassment. Their last encounter hadn't been quite so successful and he had a hunch that that was exactly why Sanemi was here.

"Are you alright, Tomioka? I'm sorry about last time," Sanemi said, though his gaze was tracing around Giyuu's house. It hit him then that he'd never actually been inside here before. He'd only known the address but never wondered about what Giyuu might look like doing idle things.

"Sorry?" Giyuu frowned. "I should be sorry. I ran away like a child, I'm sorry."

Sanemi shook his head. "That was... reasonable."

"Well, what you said was also." 

"Right. I still shot you down, though," Sanemi said pointedly.

"Didn't I do that to you too?" Giyuu asked. It wasn't Sanemi's fault, it was his own. 

Sanemi's lips quirked in a smile. "Then we can call ourselves even, no?"

"...fine."

A moment of silence.

Giyuu watched as Sanemi took in their surroundings. 

"Do you want some tea?" he offered.

Sanemi nodded slowly. "Sure. Although something cooler would be nice. The weather's insanely hot."

Giyuu nodded back. "Okay." He walked down the hall, turning to the kitchen. "...cold tea?"

Sanemi followed him, rolling his eyes. "Whatever is fine."

"Alright." He supplied the two cups of 'cold tea,' dropping several ice cubes in them.

Sanemi took the cup he was offered, taking a sip. "So...?"

Giyuu tilted his head. "Hm?"

"Are you alright? You never answered my question," Sanemi said, leaning against the wall.

"Oh. I'm... fine." Giyuu considered the question again. "I'll be fine."

Sanemi let out a breath. "If you need anything, we can talk."

"I didn't know you were so considerate."

"...well I can be if I want to." 

Giyuu cocked his head to the side. "You want to be, now?"

Sanemi shrugged. "Isn't it my fault you ran away crying?"

"That's mine."

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen you cry in my whole life." 

Giyuu dipped his head down. "I used to be more... emotional? I don't know. I let down my guard, so it's my fault."

Sanemi put his cup down. "Let your guard down more, then. There's no demons fucking with us anymore, you don't have to be on constant watch."

"It's more like a habit now," Giyuu murmured.

"I know. So try letting go of it."

"I can try."

Sanemi smiled. His smile was gentle and so... unlike him. Giyuu's cheeks were brushed pink and he forced himself to look away.

"Good," Sanemi said. "Anyway, this tea doesn't go good cold. I'll be going now. See you later."

Giyuu nodded. "See you later."

×××

To his surprise—which, according to Sanemi, shouldn't have been a surprise—they became friends. Nothing else, as muh as Giyuu longed for it. But it was nice. Sanemi would come over sometimes, or vise versa, and they would talk. Like they were normal people on a normal day. And he loved seeing into Sanemi's character. It was a change, for the better. Sanemi was much more open with him—as Giyuu was as well—and it was interesting to see how different he was when he could be relaxed. He smiled genuinely a lot more, too. And, despite himself, Giyuu found that he couldn't let go of his love for Sanemi. He loved him; he did. He couldn't stop it. He didn't try to, anymore. Best let it fade out.

It didn't fade, however. Though it wasn't much of a burden. It just made him love spending time with Sanemi more. Receiving letters in broken Japanese asking him if he wanted to come over. It was like falling in love all over again.  He didn't mind. It was a wonderful feeling, in other perspectives. It made him happy.

Time droned on.

Four years had passed since Muzan had died. Four years, already. He didn't know what to think about how much time had passed. He was unwilling to think about it.

It was his birthday tomorrow. He prepared.

×××

He wrote letters to the Uzui's. He wrote some to the Kamado's—and shorter ones to their friends, whom he didn't know well. He wrote one to the Butterfly mansion—Aoi. To Kiriya and the other two Ubuyashiki's. To the Rengoku's, Urokodaki. He had them all stacked up neatly, tied together and placed by a crow. Kanzaburou was far too old to be carrying anything now, so he had put a different crow to the task of delivering the letters.

Then there was one.

He had hesitated before sending Sanemi a letter. He didn't know what he would say. In the end, he simply invited him over. He was sure that none of the others knew of his birthday. In the previous years, he had simply said, vaguely, that his birthday was in February. They brought him gifts in the beginning of February. They had done it this year, as well. When they asked about the timeline, though, he brushed it off. He told them that his birthday was later in February, that they needn't worry. He would tell them. And he would. Only... after.

Sanemi arrived at his house late in the afternoon of his birthday. He didn't know that Giyuu would die today—he couldn't, right? He had with him a package. He placed it on the table in front of Giyuu, sitting down across from him.

"Happy birthday," Sanemi said, leaning onto the table. "Forgot to give you something when the others did."

Giyuu tilted his head, smiling slightly at him. "Thank you." He struggled to untie the cloth and Sanemi reached over to help him.

Inside, there was a photo album. It was pretty, looking homemade and adorned with cut-out photos of Giyuu. He opened it and found pictures slipped inside it. Pictures from the past four years. With everyone. He turned the pages, a bittersweet smile curving his lips as he gazed at the photographs. He paused at one, his eyes tracing the picture. It was of him and Sanemi, eating. At that time, Tengen had taken the picture. Claiming they looked like best friends and wondering what they would've said about this in the past.

He looked up at Sanemi whose eyes were averted, embarrassed.

 "Thank you," he repeated. "I... love this."

Sanemi looked up, offering him a shy smile. "That's good. I was going to keep it blank but... you wouldn't have time to fill it. So I went to Uzui and took all the pictures he'd taken. Had them printed, et cetera." 

Giyuu nodded. "I really appreciate it, Shinazugawa. I... Yeah. Thank you. Thanks."

"You keep saying that. But, uh, you're welcome," Sanemi said, dipping his head down.

Giyuu laughed softly. "I don't know what to say. It's great."

"Then hopefully you'll enjoy it till the end."

"I will."

×××

Night came. Giyuu urged Sanemi to stay, setting up another futon for him. There weren't any other rooms and it was February; too cold to sleep on the porch or elsewhere. So the extra futon was placed in Giyuu's room.

Time came for when they would sleep. Giyuu lay, staring up at the cealing. He hadn't told anyone but lately, he'd been losing a significant amount of weight and blood. And lately, as in, in the last week. He was thankful to not have gotten another spasm of coughing in front of Sanemi, but he knew it was only bound to come. And it did. Blood had come with it, dotting his clothing red.

Sanemi must've been awake for he was at Giyuu's side in an instant. It was dark, but the red was a large contrast to the white of Giyuu's clothing and he must've seen it. "Tomioka? What happened? Are you okay?"

Giyuu answered by doubling over, the metallic taste of blood going sour on his tongue. When he looked up, he realized Sanemi had scooped him up in his arms. 

Sanemi's eyebrows were furrowed in concern and he frowned. He seemed to be thinking. Understanding.

Giyuu coughed against, moving his arm up to cover his mouth so he wouldn't get blood on Sanemi. 

"Tomioka," Sanemi said suddenly, once Giyuu's coughing has stopped.

It was close to midnight. The two had stayed up quite late talking, only getting into the beds around 11 pm.

"Tomioka, when is your birthday?" Sanemi's voice was tight. His eyes were focused solely on Giyuu's. "When is your birthday?" he repeated.

Giyuu bit his lip, wincing. It hurt to breathe. "Today."

"Today as in... as in the eighth? Or today as in... the ninth. Tomorrow?" 

"Eight...th. Eighth," Giyuu mumbled, he closed his eyes.

"...what. Tomioka—why the- Why the fuck did you not tell anyone?! What the hell is— Oh my god- I knew something was—" Sanemi was stumbling over his words, cutting himself off. "No. No, why today? I didn't- Does anyone else—?"

Giyuu shook his head slowly. "No one else knows. I think. I didn't want them too. I invited you over because..." He paused. His breathing was heavy. He was struggling to breathe in. His lungs hurt and strained as if he'd been running for hours. "Shinazugawa.... Shinazugawa, I still like you—I lo-"

He coughed, no longer trying to cover his mouth. Blood dripped from his lips, coating them a deeper red than they'd ever been. 

"Tomioka, I'll take you to Aoi's," Sanemi mumbled, rocking back on his heels. He felt weak. Giyuu was light, however. Lighter than he should be. He started to stand.

"No. No—it won't work, you know it won't work, leave-" Giyuu sucked in a shaky breath. "Leave me here. Shinazugawa. Shinazugawa—I love you, okay? I don't care that you don't like me back but I needed you to know this before I died."

Sanemi shook his head. "No. No, you're not dying now. Maybe Aoi can figure something out. I'll figure something out. You're not dying in my fucking arms, Tomioka. I won't fucking let you." His voice became desperate. 

Giyuu was vaguely skeptical. Why did Sanemi care so much? "Then put me down, Shinazugawa," he said quietly. It was taking all his strength to talk. He couldn't afford losing his last precious moments. 

"No, I won't, I won't," Sanemi insisted, clutching him tighter.

Giyuu's eyes fluttered open. He caught Sanemi's panicking gaze. "I... appreciate you being my friend, Shinazugawa. Thank you for the last years, you truly made them... wonderful." 

Sanemi blinked rapidly. "No, no, I- ...I liked being your friend too," he mumbled. He seemed to have given up. 

Ah. That was it. Giyuu nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his lips despite the pain stabbing his lungs. "I'm glad... glad you did too. I enjoyed every moment with... with you. This included."

He figured, then, that Sanemi was acting like this in his form of friendship. Sanemi cared for him—though perhaps not romantically anymore. But he cared. He had liked being his friend. That was good. Giyuu was glad.

"Thank you," Giyuu repeated. 

Sanemi was quiet, leaning his forehead down against the pale palor of Giyuu's. "You should've told me it was today," he whispered. 

"I couldn't," Giyuu mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Sanemi said. "I-"

He hesitated. And that was all it took.

In the small moment he paused, Giyuu's breath shortened. He was barely breathing. And then he was not. 

There was a moment in which Sanemi vaguely registered this. He didn't understand it for a moment. Only that the ragged breathing of the man in his arms had stopped filling the silent room. Then it hit him and he struggled to keep himself up, his arms tightening around Giyuu's still-warm body. The warmth would fade soon as Giyuu's blood stopped pumping through his body.

A silent sob ripped through Sanemi's throat and he realized he was crying. His shoulders shook and he bent his head down, tucking his chin against his chest. He hadn't gotten to say it. 

He didn't know how long he sat like that, almost motionless, clutching onto Giyuu's body. But then there was a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up.

Tengen was there, frowning, kneeling by his side. "I'm here, Shinazugawa," he murmured. 

Sanemi must've looked like a mess. Tears streaking down his cheeks, blood staining his clothing. Tengen said nothing of it, only sitting next to him and holding his hand. They sat together for what could've been minutes or hours. Then Tengen stood silently, looking around.

"We have to bury him," he said quietly. His voice cut through the silence of the room. He sounded tired. 

Sanemi nodded slowly. He was hesitant to move away.

"I'll... go and get some of the others. Put him on his bed when you're ready, okay?" Tengen said, gazing at him one last time before leaving.

Sanemi's eyes went back to Giyuu's face. It was slack, but a ghost of a smile still lay upon his lips. He paused then slowly bent down. Sanemi's lips pressed gently against Giyuu's cold, plush, blood-stained ones. He moved, dropping Giyuu gently onto the futon. Then he stood, willing his legs to work as he moved to the door Tengen had left from, making his way out of the room and away from the man whom he had thought he would never love again.

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right so this took weeks to actually get ideas on how to write it, so i delete my progress and try again and finish it in one afternoon? 

i was struggling with how to word the last paragraph btw!! its supposed to imply that he fell back in love with Giyuu but the last sentence was icky 😃

[devnmon]

stress relief

sam drake x reader

summary: sam has been the nicest house guest. he's cleaned dishes, done laundry, and whatever else he could to make up for staying at your place. you wonder how you can pay him back...

warnings: unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving), fingering, just reader being a slut for that man basically. nothing crazy.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: *drops this. runs away.* another one for mister sam drake iktr! have my plethora of horny thoughts abt him in another fic. more coming soon x

Sam Drake's voice was distracting, to say the least. 

You shouldn't be surprised the older Drake's tongue down your throat had been the only thing crossing your mind when you saw him. A classic case of a man you shouldn't be involved with: smokes, never stays in one place for too long, and always planning his next adventure. Not really a committed to anything type. Except maybe treasure hunting.

An eager, street style guy with a mop of soft brown hair and that same denim jacket he always wore? You should've been the furthest thing from enticed.

But still... he smelled of cigarettes and leather and the same cologne he'd convinced Nathan to buy him. Sam rode around on the same old motorcycle, engine roaring in the streets whenever he showed up looking for a place to crash. He spoke Spanish, Latin and Portuguese... safe to say a lesser intelligent man wouldn't have such a skilled tongue.

So, it was true; he'd spent more than enough nights on your couch for him to try and find a way to make it up to you. Sam had brought you dinner, a nice bottle of your favorite wine, and even offered to do your laundry on different occasions.

He was the perfect house guest, you've told him. In turn he's constantly over your shoulder asking to help out, even when you told him he didn't have to. You didn't want to take advantage of his quick hands and strong arms and skill to do basically anything around the house. How he'd not settled down himself, you would never know.

Sam smoked on the balcony at night mostly, you think it's because he doesn't want you to see him indulging in more than half a pack in one day. But he knows you disapprove... even if the smell instantly reminded you of him. A whiff of nicotine and you're glancing around to see if he's near. Especially when you knew he was miles away.

You had flirted very lightly back and forth at times, your chest pounding even harder at times when his voice would lower to a deeper octave. It only made you want him more.

He once caught the load of clean clothes you were close to dropping out of exhaustion.

"Sweetheart, I told you to let me get those."

There he went with your favorite pet name, the sweetest hazel eyes and natural aroma wafting around where he stood.

"It was my last load for the night... I thought I could just get it over with."

"Well, you've overworked yourself enough this week. May I?"

"You've already taken the pile from my hands, Sam." You chuckled, rubbing your eyes before starting towards your bedroom, hoping he'd follow.

Sure enough he was, carrying your clean and folded clothes in his arms. It wasn't a heavy pile, but his muscled arms still bulged out from his t-shirt, veins traveling up his forearms bulging out. The moment you smiled back at him, you realized his scent would be all over your laundry and didn’t know whether to leave it be or wash them all again.

The closeness of his scent on your clothes would ruin you if you left the thought idle for too long.

God, how could he be such a gentleman and... so different from the other men you'd been interested in.

He stood in the doorway after you entered, lingering with his eyes on your body.

"Um, where can I put these?" Sam asked, slowly stepping into the room. You realized this is the first time he's ever even been in it, and the rush of butterflies in your stomach said enough.

"Just over there," you replied, pointing to the chair in the corner of your room.

The groans of discomfort weren't lost on him with his back turned, he's always had sharp ears. It's not like Sam wants to leave you alone for the night, although he knows you'd much rather catch some shuteye than stay up and spend time with him. But he had to do something– he couldn't just sit downstairs by himself on your couch without even attempting to make you feel better.

"Can I do anything to help?"

"Please, Sam. You've done so much already."

"No, I mean for you. You're in pain and obviously I don't have magic powers but... I could at least get you some Advil and water before you go to bed?"

A sigh leaves your chest, almost wanting to jump on him right there and kiss him. But you don't.

"You're sweet. That would be great, thanks, Sam."

"Alright." He swings his arms together as he walks out of the room, retrieving two pills and a glass of water from downstairs before heading back to you. Much to his surprise, you've already gotten dressed for bed. Your lounge clothes left nothing to his imagination, one he'd been trying to shut down for weeks on end.

Every time he stayed with you, the desire to lay you down grew even harder to resist. Sam's guilt multiplied with each night, all the times he'd get hard imagining you on top of or under him. Crying out in pleasure from him, because of him. It was as if his greedy hands had to be sedated lest he lose himself and press you up against the wall one of these days.

Once he walked up to the door frame again, you're stretching your body, shirt riding up and revealing just a sliver of your midriff. It's quite a sight, since the only thing he's really seen you in are your baggy at-home clothes. Nothing this revealing. He swallows thickly, before knocking on the open door.

"Here you are." He starts, that Boston accent coming out in his voice so beautifully, before placing them on your bedside table. Sam averts his eyes before you caught him staring.

"Oh, thanks." You try to speak more but you're hit with a yawn instead, and god damn is it cute watching your eyes squeeze shut.

He nods, about to step out of your room and leave you to get some rest, until you call his name again. 

"Sam?"

He's all ears.

"Hm?"

"Um... this might sound weird but, could you.. massage my back? You can say no, obviously. But I think I might sleep better that way."

He's speechless at what you've asked of him, but he steps deeper into the room anyway.

Blinded by the desire to look down at them, calloused and worn, you decided to avert your gaze anywhere else. Because the other images swimming around in your head- the ones where he cups your face to kiss you or trails one of his hands down between your legs– were already too much to bear.

A prickling of sweat already emerged on your palms, watching him step further into your room. As if he’s been in here a million times before.

“My hands are kinda rough…” He smiled sheepishly, hoping you wouldn't take back what you had asked him.

Sam looked down at his palms, maybe he should've taken better care of them. Used moisturizing lotion after every venture he took, or something. How was he supposed to know you'd want him to do this?

“Oh, that’s alright. I figured they were, but it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Your question still resonated in his mind. 

Did you really just... ask him to touch you? To use his worn hands and bring you relief for something he’s wanted to make go away since he’d been staying with you? His head spun with the reality of it all. Another pang of guilt stung in his chest as he spoke again.

"Well, then I'd be honored." Sam replied. A moment's silence passed and he spoke nervously again, "I-I mean, you clearly seem to be in some discomfort and I'd be damned if I didn't do anything I could to help you feel better."

You could've cried with how eager he was. The only thing that made your palms sweat at the image of his hands on your body would be the experience of his hands on your body, and how the hell you were expected to stay composed.

I am going to hell. Sam thought. No big deal. Just massage their back and get on with your night.

He knew it was going to prove difficult when he felt his cock throb a little in his jeans from how you looked right now. You were so attractive in every way, but in your lounge wear with half lidded eyes and that low, groggy tone in your voice? His mind clouded with your vision.

Sam could’ve sworn he was floating as he watched you flop onto your stomach, the soft mattress and clean linens already lulling you to sleep. It was then you felt his weight join yours, your heart skipping a beat.

Was asking him to do this too far? No, just shut up and let him relax you. If that was even possible when you knew he was nearing closer to your body.

He crawled over to you, eyes raking over your figure indulgently. Every part of you was perfect, and he’d be goddamned if he spent his whole life taking from you with nothing in return. His hands pressed to your lower back, touching his fingertips lightly like he’d break you if he was too rough.

“You can press harder. I’m not gonna break if you do.”

“I just don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.”

You swallow thickly before speaking again, "My back just feels tight. Like I've been sitting in an office chair for too many hours. There's probably tons of knots so.. you know... use whatever you've got. I know you're strong."

So he wasn’t dreaming when he’d catch you looking over at him when he was outside lounging in the sun. 

Were his cheeks getting hot?

"Yeah, well... if somethin' feels bad, you gotta tell me."

"I will... now please..."

He couldn’t deny you, not when you asked so nicely. 

Sam didn't know the stars could align so wonderfully in this moment. He'd been hard pressed to find any moment to make a move on you, when he'd ached to do so for much too long. 

At your request, he began to put more of his strength into massaging the muscles of your back before he even thought about taking such a huge leap. You deserved some relief from all your hard work. 

His body heat lingers right beside you, soft cloth of his sweatpants making contact with your skin. Sam smelled so lovely from his previous shower an hour or so ago. Much different than his usual musk of cigarettes and the outside, but either way it suited him.

A moment later the ball of his palms began to press harder into your back, taking a circular motion between your shoulders and down your spine. He switched from the palm of his hand to his thumbs with the same motion down to your lower back.

Sam had definitely lied about having magic powers. 

Immediate relief flooded your body as his hands' perfect amount of pressure melted away the tightness in your back little by little. His warm, rough palms and soft fingertips lifted all the pain as if he was plucking it from your body with every knead.

"Oh my god, that feels so good. Keep going."

Sam smiled to himself, content with how you praised him and how much better you seemed to be feeling. As he continued along the canvas of your back, he couldn't help but listen to the soft sighs leaving your lips. How your comfort in this very moment was because of him, and he wouldn't trade that for the world.

Granted, he still felt the urge to kiss every inch of your skin so, so gently. When your sighs turned to little 'mmm's and 'ah's, that's when he knew he was in trouble. Your sounds were only the slightest, but still caused an overwhelming amount of desire to course through his veins. His cock throbbed again.

Shit.

If you knew what you were doing to him as you made those sounds, you were very good at hiding it. Sam attempted to take a deep breath and steady himself once more, but doing so just made his body aware of how badly he wanted you. His mind wandered to kissing you again and he was zoning out, focusing too much on moving his hands where he really wanted to put them.

It wasn't too long after that you'd noticed he wasn't moving anymore.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Why'd you stop?"

"Oh, uh, s-sorry. Just got lost in thought I guess. Didn't know you were still awake."

"When your hands feel that good, I’d want to be conscious for it." You lifted your head and opened your eyes to look at him. Was he... blushing?

"I thought you were tired."

"I was... but now I'm not. You must be magic or something ‘cause my back feels so better."

"Oh, well good. I'm glad." He smiled down at you, watching you sit up to face him. Your hair was disheveled a bit from laying on your pillow, but you still looked so good.

"My hero." you giggled.

God, did you have to be so adorable? He had to bail before he felt any more surges of wanting to kiss you before he couldn't control himself.

"Anytime." he exhaled deeply, "Well, I should probably leave you to get some shuteye..."

Sam began to stand up, but you grabbed his hand before he could walk out the door.

"Sam, wait."

"Uh huh?"

"I want to thank you. It means a lot to me how you did that for me."

"Yeah, sure. No problem."

“And for everything else, too.” 

“Oh, well…. I’m staying in your place, my gratitude can’t go unnoticed.” 

"No, Sam. I want to show you how much I mean it. I…” you trailed off. 

“What is it?”

“I want you."

Oh?

You have his full attention.

Your eyes locked onto him as he sat back down, your thumb rubbing over the top of his hand softly. Scooting closer to him, his eyes raked down your figure and back up to your face, not before stopping right over your lips.

"Sam, I want you right now."

He took a deep breath before meeting your eye.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how long I've been waitin' for you to say that."

Your lips in a desperate kiss after his words lingered in the air for half a second. One of Sam's hands cupped your face, his rough palm warm against your cheek as you were pulled into his lap. You could taste the nicotine on his tongue as he pressed you down into the mattress. Just like you thought he would taste.

“You kiss exactly how I thought you would, so sweetly… and I haven’t kissed anyone in such a long time…” you admitted between kisses. 

Sam bit his lip, “Thought about this a lot, too, sweetheart.” 

“You’re adorable.” 

Fingers raked through his brown hair, soft when it twirls around your fingers. He hums against your lips, one after another, intoxicating the both of you.

It’s a second later when he’s reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off, his abdomen with bullet scars and soft hair such a sight to you. Sam’s arms came down and caged your body in under his. A rush of intimidation ran through you for a split second, but when he kissed you again, it all faded away.

Your shirt was next, his eyes widening when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful…” His lips connect to your neck, stubble scratching your skin just the slightest.

“Speak for yourself.” you replied between breaths, admiring the hair that littered his chest. There was no way to hide the warmth in his cheeks now, his lopsided smile infecting you to do the same. 

Stubble scratched your neck as he kissed his way down between the valley of your breasts and your torso. 

“Can I- shit…” Sam glanced up at you before he went any further. The look he gave you was lust blown, hazel eyes searching for any sign of discomfort as to what he was suggesting. 

“Yes, please, Sam.” 

He chuckled to himself and pulled down your shorts, your underwear the only thing keeping him from sinking his tongue into your warmth. Lidded eyes flit to your face and back down, hooking his fingers under the waistband to discard your underwear. There wasn’t a second thought in his mind as he ran two fingers through your folds, your arousal instantly coating his fingers. 

“Oh, you have been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you? You’re already soaked…” 

“So much more than you could imagine.” 

“Yeah?”

Two of Sam’s fingers slipped inside you easily, while you gasped at his sudden intrusion. 

“Mhm…” 

He curled them inside you while dipping his head down to run his tongue through your folds and circle your clit. 

“Sam–!” You moaned, back arching as he continued to drag his fingers against your walls, curling them against the spot that sent jolts of pleasure through you. His tongue did an impressive job of agonizingly teasing your clit with his fingers inside you. 

“Want you to fuck me… so bad… please…” 

“I know, baby, I know. Gotta get you ready for me. Don’t wanna hurt ya.” 

“Cute.” 

Sam wanted you to feel nothing else other than pleasure and he’d hate himself if you were in pain while he was doing so. 

His fingers pulled out of you, moving downwards through your folds with his tongue and flitting it around your entrance. Your back arched again, pressing your heat directly into his face once again. 

The eye contact he kept with you was so intimate that when he smirked, you jolted even closer to release. Sam devoured you to the fullest extent, sending your hips stuttering tenfold. 

Just as your high began to peak, he pulled away, leaving you desperate and throbbing for just a bit more. One more flick of his talented tongue over your most sensitive parts and you’d be crying out his name as you came. But he didn’t. 

Instead, he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his cock, pretty as ever, with a tuft of soft hair resting at its base. You knew he’d been so much more worked up than you were by the bead of precum sitting prettily on his tip. Instantly imagining what it would feel like in your mouth sent you moaning, while he crawled back up to kiss you again. 

“Ready for me, baby?” 

“So, so ready.” 

Sam pressed himself into you slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure inch by inch. He intertwined his fingers with yours as he bottomed out inside you. 

The heat in your cheeks returned when you tasted his lips again, his hips pulling almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in fully. His pace set a steady rhythm inside you soon enough, drinking in every sweet sound you made because of him. 

Vulgar, wet sounds came from where the two of you were joined, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you to no end. Sam grunts in your ear, desperate for more of those pretty sounds. 

“Lemme hear you… make those pretty sounds… louder for me now, doll…” He angled his hips a certain way to press the special spot inside you with the crown of his cock. Without any control, you omitted a sound that was music to his ears. 

“Thaaaat’s it, there’s the sweet spot…” he cooed, kissing it over and over again with the speed of his thrusts. It was so difficult for him to not lose himself inside you, to hold back rutting up into you like some feral animal. But when your eyes fluttered shut so prettily and your lips were all pink and swollen from his kisses, he faltered a little bit more each time. 

Something inside you craved a more potent dose of the older Drake brother, and you rolled over on top of him to let his head hit your pillow. He chuckled at the vision of you above him, placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself. 

Being on top of him created an unbelievable burst of confidence and power that ran through you with every lift of your hips. Each time your bodies connected, a vulgar squishing sound omitted and set you off dangerously close to release. 

With both hands on his chest now, Sam couldn’t help but thrust back up into you as your bouncing became more and more irregular. 

“Gettin’ close, huh?” 

“Mhm…” you whined. 

On account of your heavy breathing and the sounds you were making, it was obvious. His finger slipped between your legs to swirl at your core, immediately keeling over from the sensation. Your walls clenched around Sam’s length and there was no telling how much longer you’d last. 

“Fuck… f-fuck, baby…” 

“Oh, shit. You keep calling me that, I’m gonna come too, sweetheart.” 

“Keep doin’ that, baby, yeah… mmh yeah…” 

The high pitch in your voice gave away how close you were to exploding, and when he whispered in your ear, you knew it was over. 

“Come for me…” 

His accent was enough to send you over the edge. 

Your body convulsed, falling over onto his chest as the orgasm ripped through you. Sam’s movements stuttered, until he pushed up fully into you, his warmth coating your walls with his spend. 

The air was hot between your bodies, panting as you caught your breath in the warmth of your afterglow. 

Sam glowed in the low light of your bedroom, a sheen of sweat covering his body while his eyes lay closed. Just a moment passed before they opened again. 

“Shit, that was amazing,” Sam sighed. 

“Even better than I thought.” 

“Was that what you thought about? All those times before?” He ran a hand through his hair, a blush painting his cheeks just the lightest shade of pink. 

“Mm, not just that. But don’t worry, I’ll tell you in time.” 

For now, you slept like a baby in his arms. 

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: phoenix x valorant agent male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: spending time apart is never acceptable to him.

mailmango: I wanna see Phoenix not letting reader out of his cuddles after a particularly long time apart (two days as opposed to one) because that his water boyfie

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 908

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: for me none, lmk

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"Shaanxi's mayor called and asked for help, so seeing as it's Sage's home turf, she's leading the mission. She's your captain, aye, Phoenix?" Brimstone's eyes are pointed heavily on Phoenix, almost like he's pinning the man down with a look.

Phoenix takes it all in stride, despite how threatening it seems to be, "No need to question me, boss man. I got it!"

Brimstone then turns to you, his eyes softening substantially. "On the other hand, we got reports from Raze that Brazil's bay state is in a bit of a pinch. Lotta water 'round for you to play around with, Downpour."

Phoenix immediately objects, stepping between you two and covering line of sight with a raised finger. "Hold on, Brim, we not goin' together?"

The commander sighs in turn, "We've been over this, Phoenix. You two don't exactly go well together–"

"We go amazing together."

"Fire and water, Phoenix. You create something, he'll," He points his hand at you like you're suddenly a culprit, even if you are in this hypothetical situation, "just smother it."

"I–"

"It's final!"

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He should've argued harder, Phoenix thinks while he's on the mission. Even afterwards, when the agents take a little break before returning home, he's regretful. Shaanxi's beautiful and all: nice weather, respectful people–if a bit amazed by his foreigness–lotta fun with a local (Sage) as your tour guide.

Phoenix never has his way when the two of you are split. The logic is sound and clear, and everyone in the team agrees fire and water don't mix. Jett or Gecko might argue for chemistry reasons, but it never helps. None of it will ever stop him from trying, anyway.

When Phoenix steps back into HQ, he's never been happier before (even if he says that every time).

Cypher often says the Radiants' powers match them. Jett's cool and a lover of speed, so wind fits great for her. Sage is calm and caring, and so is her healing power.

Phoenix is definitely a fire. He's always flickering with excitement. He can't stay idle, he's always rushing to grow larger in some way or other. You know how flames cling and spread to anything flammable near them? That's you.

Even if you're water, he clings to you like a flame engulfing you in its warmth. You're calmer on the other end, but you still rest an arm over the small of his back and cradle the back of his head.

He's got his head in the crook of your neck, like he's trying to inhale your very being to store you in the forefront of his mind.

Besides the fact it's cute, it tickles...

"Phen," You chuckle, both from the tickling and the situation. "it's been two days."

"That is not an okay amount of time!" Phoenix pulls away, sitting up on your laugh to pound your chest harmlessly. "Seriously, it's like you don't even love me."

You huff, sitting up to meet his eye. "You don't mean that."

He wants to say he does, to tease you, to play, but he can't, not to you. "No, I don't." He says, utterly defeated.

"Good." You lean closer to steal a quick kiss. Tender and soft, and Phoenix would usually want more, but there are always other ways of closeness.

He collapses against you, forcing you back flush onto the bed to press himself against you. When every part of him is against a part of yours, legs tangled, arms around your neck, side of his face against yours, he sighs like he's complete. "I missed youuu!"

"I know." You say, and though you might've rolled your eyes at the repetition, you don't. Instead, you place your hand on his cheek and smooth your thumb over his cheekbone.

He positively melts into the touch with a blatant groan. "Say you miss me."

"I missed you." You reply easily.

"Say it like you mean it." He demands with a pout, and how could you deny him?

"I missed you."

"Aaaah...you're my boyfriend!" Phoenix drawls, like he's drunk, like you're fresh into the relationship in your honeymoon phase. "My one! Loml!"

"Loml?"

He clicks his tongue disappointedly. He sets his eyes on you with a deadpan glare. "LOML, like love of my life, you know."

"Ahhhh." So that's what that means.

Phoenix pats your cheek playfully for it. "No way you've been seein' LOML, LOML, this my boyfie, the LOML, on my insta stories that you always like n' never questioned it."

"I kinda learned to ignore it, I don't know." You answer truthfully.

"You stupid, stupid man." He teases in that silly little accent of his, stewpid. You have to hold in your laugh to tease him next.

"Heyy!" You all but pout at him.

"I'm sorry," As expected, he falls for it instantly, surging forward to press apologetic little kisses to your face, muttering a new "I'm sorry," with each one.

"Aw, you're okay, big man." You finally let go of your laugh and redirect his kisses to your lips. "C'mere."

They say water smothers fire, but whenever you're around, Phoenix is more motivated than if he were anywhere else in the world. He's more excited than when he's on stage, more focused than when he's on mission, happier than he's ever been. You can say the same thing, that he's the one to turn your lazy rivers into rapid streams.

Neither of you would have it any other way.

[aubins]

[ DESTINY GROTTO ] - No monastery means no Goddess Tower, but a mysterious and beautiful cavern in the area seems to be filling the void. Local couples frequent it, and legend says that its aquamarine waters have prophetic powers. Gaze into the water, and your reflection shall change into the person who’s fated to be your soulmate! …Or yourself for the extra narcissistic.

what would she know about local legends? she doesn't even poke her head outside enough to have the monastery's most common knowledge already. she had only crawled into the nearest cave, hoping to isolate herself—and maybe stuff a few coastal plant specimens in her pockets.

"okay. so. maybe if i just confess, it'll all be over with. they'll forgive me and prove i was being paranoid over nothing. but what if they don't? what if i get executed as some sick, twisted birthday present?"  she does as she always does: yaps nonsense to herself to fill up empty space, lest her unkind thoughts grow too loud in her head.  "oh, bernie, you never should've come here! but i'm kind of nosy. who did dorothea turn me down for? i should've saved the poison for that friend-stealer. ah! no, bernie, you don't mean that! just go back to your stupid seaweeds, like the stupid loser you are..."

slosh. slosh, slosh, slosh. as she's knelt in front of the inner pool, her outstretched forearms continue to wade through its water, clear as can be but obfuscated without the fleeting sliver of moonlight that peeked through passing clouds. half of her harvest has been blind guesswork. but with her back to the cavern's mouth, bernadetta senses nothing else, either too absorbed in her idle search or unable to hear over her soft humming. until, well, the water seems to darken with more than one shadow.

"huh?"  she stills.

"uh..."

and snaps.

"EEEEEK!" —whirling around in a frenzy, she flails her arms in some pathetic attempt to hurl water at the figure.  "nooooo! BACK! back into the sea, wrathful siren! i'm sorry! i'll put all your algae back! i won't do it again!"

“...wrathful siren is a new one,” they remark dryly, an idle glance down at where some water ends up splashed onto their outfit. “i wasn't feeling particularly wrathful. but i guess there's still room to change my mind.”

they hadn't meant to scare her. it was just a passing curiosity with the grotto—yuri had nothing else to do at the moment, and so they had vanished to take a look at it, as they tend to. then a voice drifted out from the cave's mouth, louder the closer they got but undeniably familiar even from afar, and so curiosity about the grotto had been replaced with curiosity about whatever it was bernadetta was rambling about this time.

so, they'd found their perch by the cave's mouth, content to just listen and lurk a while—but that had been their first mistake, really. you ought to announce your presence loud and clear from a safe distance. one does not lurk in the presence of bernadetta von varley, lest you startle her and fall victim to her panic instead.

enter exhibit a. yuri grimaces. they really should've called out to her first.

but a bit of water is hardly enough to deter them now. if anything, it's just all the more reason to stay and tease. airy, almost unconcerned as they turn their head back to the cave's mouth, “good evening, bernadetta. nice to see you too. i was going to offer my company, but maybe i'll just head back to the party instead.”

they glance back at her, one hand planted on their hip. “i heard they're hunting someone down for this vicious crime she committed. i'll just let them know that bernadetta von varley is hard at work tracking down that criminal in the destiny grotto, yeah? apparently she's caught them yammering on and on about poisoning someone tonight.”

yuri falls gracefully into a crouch by her side, brow quirking. “so, thoughts on that plan? or are you gonna poison me too?”

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 16: Shibuya Incident: Gate Closed

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 1.8k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, mostly platonic, you're really just part of the story

Masterlist | Next

You've heard enough to know that Tsukumo Yuki dislikes the Jujutsu world. Meaning that it's already big news that she's shown up in the first place, but it also means she most probably had a plan. You don't blame her. Jujutsu society is messed up.

" The next stage of humanity lies in breaking away from cursed energy." 

" No. It lies in optimizing cursed energy." 

Yuki and whoever is hiding away in Geto's body appear to not agree on the matter.

She turns, shrugging at Yuuji, who raises a hand.

" Uh. I don't understand either of those." 

" I thought you gave up on that plan 12 years ago after Zen'In Toji died." 

" That's what I told Geto, yes." 

You blink, your eyes turning to your best friend in question. She believed people with promising talent like him and Toji were the solution for a curse free world? Interesting.

For now, you'll have to stay focused in finding the technique that will defrost the stranger's technique. 

Once again, you're lucky. Just like before with octopus man, you can for some reason use the stranger's technique to your advantage.

Admittedly, you've messed around with snow before, but you've never used it to defrost anything, to undo or create ice. But then again, there's a first time for everything, right? 

Both Geto and Yuki explain their ideals. Yuki doesn't see the use of optimizing cursed energy, considering Japan would be a monopoly in that. Other countries wouldn't just stand by and watch. It would create a war. Whoever is hiding in Geto doesn't seem to care. He just wants cursed energy to take over in it's best form. Doesn't matter if it's through people or cursed objects. According to him, his ideal is a spec in the darkness. According to him, he should've let 'chaos consume around him beyond his control'. He had been limited, but now he had extracted the technique to do so.

At once, Yuki turns to Yuuji.

" There was a curse named Mahito, right?! The one whose technique could manipulate souls!" 

" That guy just absorbed him." 

Yuuji sounds awfully nonchalant while Yuki is obviously distressed. Her eyes widen at his words.

" Seriously?!" 

Geto leans down, pressing his palm to the ground. At once, a symbol shows on the ground, also appearing in the sky. It looks eerie.

" Tengen's barrier? No, this is..." 

" You have my thanks Yuuji. Curses cease to improve once they've been absorbed by curse manipulation. Your fight with Mahito is what really matured him." 

" What did you do?" 

Yuki is rightfully not in the mood for Geto's round of approval.

" I remotely activated Idle Transfiguration on two types on non-sorcerers that I had marked ahead of time."

As Geto continues to explain, you finally get the gist of unfreezing the icy technique, summoning the cursed energy in the form of water all around you. As well as that, their cursed energy weakens. Probably because of the wound they healed when Choso's Piercing Blood cut through their palm like that.

The stranger's eyes widen as you manage to free yourself, freeing Sukuna soon after and the rest as well.

" What's the matter Uraume?" 

Geto looks over at Uraume, who is looking utterly scandalized as they watch you.

" L/N Y/N. " 

You raise a brow. L/N? Now who is that?

" Sorry, I'm not game for talking right now." 

With that, you sweep Uraume off their feet with a strong gust of water, using their own cursed energy against them. Sukuna laughs, the sound loud, causing several of your allies to turn to you in question.

" Hah! Finally." 

You raise a brow at your best friend, he sends you a side eye back.

" What? You took long. I knew you could do it." 

However, the fun ends after that. Due to Uraume's weakened form, their cursed energy disappears into thin air. 

Unbothered, Geto continues speaking, explaining how he's been working on this for over thousands of years. He calls today 'the world of the future'. You don't need to wonder on it for long.

Within a moment, he has reached through Geto's curses, and summoned a lot of them at once.

You gather the rain which had fallen around you, crating the water circle in a steady flow around you.

Sukuna takes a step back, shifting closer to you.

His body language a clear message. 'Stay close to me.' 

Admittedly, you weren't planning to leave.

Everyone is surrounded by curses at once. You glance around you in concern, noticing just in time to see Geto holding out the prison realm mockingly to Yuuji, adding that he's expecting great things from the boy.

Unbeknownst to you just yet, a notice from Jujutsu Headquarters is released.

1. Geto Suguru is confirmed to be alive, and has been sentenced to death once again.

2. The suspension of Itadori Yuuji 's death sentence is revoked and the execution is to be carried out immediately.

3. Yaga Masamichi shall receive the death penalty for inciting Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru and causing the Shibuya incident.

4. Gojo Satoru has been deemed an accomplice in the Shibuya incident and is thus permanently exiled from the Jujutsu world. Furthermore, removing his seal will be considered a criminal act.

5. Special Grade sorcerer Okkotsu Yuta is appointed Itadori Yuuji's executioner.

[ This is where the series ends. Continuing from this point means manga spoilers!]                              Manga spoilers for this chapter: chapter(s) 138

Some time passed. Not much. Maybe five minutes. The cursed spirits were a distraction.

" I'm sorry for not acting sooner. I wasn't sure on what to do...."

Geto escaped. His cursed spirits are all over Tokyo. Satoru Gojo is gone. Nanami and Nobara are dead. 

If anything, you all lost. And horribly so.

On top of that, you have no idea where Megumi is currently.

You shouldn't have left him in that street in Shibuya. You hope Toge found him.

You suppose it's not Yuki's fault. If anything, you blame the higher ups.

" ...The situation had reached a point where I thought I should just keep an eye on things. At least temporarily... Have you realized I'm not necessarily on your side? I'm just a humble beauty who wants to eradicate cursed spirits from the world. By way of apology, my comrades and I will take responsibility for delivering those kids who were there. It's about time I confront Tengen. 

What will you do?"

You don't know. Originally, you just wanted to go home. On top of that, you haven't felt as homesick as you do right now. 

However, you can't. You know so. You have to help. They've taken you in after all, cared for you like you had always been one of their students. You owe it to Gojo sensei at least. You have to help get him his freedom. Going home comes later.

Sukuna glances at you. He knows you better than most people. He understands what's going through your head, how you work. He still has to catch up to what's been going on here. On who Ryomen Sukuna is. On Yuuji's story. On your own. However, he can't find it in himself to care. He figures he'll figure it out. You could be one of the curse users in this universe, and he'd still follow you. All the people he cares about are in your universe anyway.

Silently, his hand reaches out to hold your own. You glance up, but his expression is the same as always. No emotion shown on his face. You know he's reassuring you though. He'll stick by you, no matter what.

You give him a small smile, before looking at Yuuji.

" Yuuji, we'll follow you. " 

Sukuna lets go of your hands, crossing his arms over one another as he looks at the boy he recognizes as his twin brother.

" No."

You blink in surprise. Sukuna raises a brow.

" The fuck you mean no?"

Yuuji shakes his head, eyes flitting over the visible injuries on you.

" I've already nearly killed Y/N. I don't want that to happen again. You two should continue to figure out how to go home. If you help, your chances of dying only increases."

" Yuuji, no, that literally wasn't you. Ryomen Sukuna tried to kill me. Not you.-"

" Don't be so angsty. It's stupid, and pathetic. We're not weak. And we're here anyway so we might as well help. Besides, I trust our classmates to manage bringing us home."

Yuuji sighs.

He should've expected this. You never seemed to listen anyway, and why would your best friend be any different?

" Y/N-"

" No. None of that."

You're glaring at him.

Yuuji sighs.

 Of course, you and Sukuna end up joining him.

-

Parallel Jujutsu Kaisen Universe

Gojo Satoru's eyes widen beneath his blindfold, taking the weapon his student is holding.

" He lost it?"

" Don't think so. Rather the portal seemed to reject it. It was weird, considering it was clicked onto the Chain when he fell in. "

Fushiguro Megumi is a bit bloodied up, but still standing and ready to go yet again. Gojo is proud of his students. They've all grown quickly, jumping opportunities and often being able to take on things much bigger than them. It was rare for them to ask for help, especially for Megumi and Sukuna.His beloved angsty teenager students who would much rather get sucked into a portal towards some other place than ask their beloved sensei for help.

Gojo can't help but smile, causing Megumi to grimace.

" What're you smiling about?"

" Can't believe my dear students have finally decided to come ask for my help." 

Megumi sighs.

" Don't ever tell Sukuna I did...."

Megumi trails off, eyes on the table between them.

" I just want my friends back. Even if they're annoying."

Gojo smiles.

" Wouldn't dream of it. Go visit Shoko, leave it to your sensei."

Megumi shakes his head, wiping the blood of his forehead.

" I'm fine. Let's get Nobara and Yuuji." 

He prefers your touch to Shoko's anyway. Not that he'll ever tell you though.

[ A/N: We're in the manga : D. Never expected people to like this tbh. Glad you do tho. 

ALSO I have finally decided. It's a (your) Sukuna X you, Megumi X you (maybe I'll make a bonus epilogue with (your) megumi X you. No promises on that though.)

Lastly, the sweet romance stuff is mostly reserved for the epilogues bc we're mostly following the canon story line.]

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"A sleepover? ...I mean, why not..."

Hopper O'Latock has arrived to the fan event!

Voice lines below!

Set to home - I brought a plush in case I'm not feeling well...D-Don't worry I'm already feeling good, here...! Home Idle 1 - Seeing a lot of people in the same room for the night, it makes me kinda special, I don't know why... Home Idle 2 - Horror stories makes me cry in fear but I love them...! Home Idle 3 - I should've brought up snacks, I-I'm so sorry for not thinking of that earlier...! Home Idle Login - I hope everyone is going to have sweet dreams... Home Tap 1 - I-I'm a bit scared of the night...But as long as I am with someone it's okay...! Home Tap 2 - Everyone is looking so cute in their pajamas! Look at all those colors...! Home Tap 3 - Scary movies are stressing me out a bit, but it's okay as long as I am near people I love... Home Tap 4 - I'm falling a bit asleep already...I'm not used to staying up this late... Home Tap 5 - Boo! *giggles* O-Oh my, sorry...Didn't think you were afraid so easily... Groovy - [LOCKED]

Thank you @gl00myb3arz for your amazing fan event, I love it so much! <3

Here's Hopper's full png body:

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OC Pride Challenge Day 5 - Make something for an OC who identifies with the aro-ace spectrum

Sheridan Ó Séaghdha is Aromantic Asexual!

Stargazing in Kansas (TAG verse, pre-canon)

What Sheridan hadn't expected to learn about Kansas was how big a thing stargazing was here.

It probably should've been something she realised sooner - it was a fairly rural place without much light pollution, of course they'd get fantastic views - but it wasn't until John, in response to her idle question about what he could see there, had not only shown her photos he'd taken but proceeded to tell her about all the best stargazing locations that she'd realised she ought to have done a tad more research.

Then he'd offered to take her there some day and a few months later here they were on a stargazing road trip through his home state. So far the whole thing had been amazing (and eventful from the start since she'd visited the Tracy home first and met most of John's brothers in person for the first time), and she would definitely be coming back for another trip.

At the moment they were in the Fall River State Park - 'one of the darkest areas in Kansas' her friend had told her excitedly - and she hadn't expected it to be anything less than spectacular, but...

Seeing the countless stars above them still took her breath away. John had brought his telescope with him but tonight they'd hardly looked through it at all because they hadn't really eneded to. Everything was visible with the naked eye and Sheridan had been in awe for the last hour and probably would be for the next few hours, because...

Well, space, really. What wasn't there to love about it?

"Thanks for agreeing to come with me for this." John said a few minutes later. "I, uh, I know it was kinda last minute for you."

"Planned a month in advance is 'last minute?'" She questioned, amused, and John snorted.

"Fair point, but you know what I mean, Sheridan."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but course I was gonna come. Seeing the stars while also spending time with my best friend? No way I was gonna pass that up, especially when you guys are gonna be moving at some point and I'm not going to see you as much."

"You do remember we're gonna be sharing an apartment next year, right? And you'll be able to visit the island once everything's settled, but it's just all up in the air at the moment."

"Well, even for you guys making a whole island livable is gonna be a task."

And it wasn't like she couldn't understand why they were doing it - as the Tracy boys grew up they were getting even more attention from the world's press so it was only natural they'd want more privacy, especially for the younger ones, but it would mean she wouldn't see him during their breaks for a while...and that was something that tended to bring her down because she didn't have that many friends so she always liked to make the most of her time with those she did have.

Still, she didn't hold it against him. Sometimes she'd like the opportunity to go stay on a desert island for a while.

"I'm guessing you haven't dropped that part about us rooming together yet," she remarked, grinning, "otherwise Gordon definitely would've made more comments about being your girlfriend."

"I'm really sorry about that, by the way - I didn't expect he'd say that outright."

"You mean you hoped he wouldn't," she said dryly, "but he's a twelve-year-old kid who lives for mischief and chaos and the only reason he hadn't made more comments over the holos was because either your father or older brother was there with him. I'm about ninety-percent sure he doesn't mean it-"

"Ninety percent-"

"And while I don't have siblings I do have seven cousins, some of whom have made similar remarks ever since we became friends."

"Only some?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The others know full well why it'll never happen." She said. "Hell, probably the first lot do too, they just find it funny to pretend otherwise, and Gordon could go either way once I tell him."

John huffed out a laugh at that.

"He's a good kid, but you never quite know what he's gonna do next. Glad I haven't scared you off entirely, though."

"Please, like I was gonna be bothered by that. Besides, Virgil was more than polite enough to make up for it and no doubt Scott will be too if I ever get to meet him. I'd be happy to come again if I'm ever invited."

"If there's time before the move, I'll try and fit you in, but...probably not for Christmas - I value you too much as a friend to subject you to that."

"That bad, huh?"

"You've no idea." He replied solemnly, and Sheridan snickered again.

"I can probably take a pretty good guess." She said, shuffling over so she could lean against him. "That's fine by me, though - so long as we get to do this again someday I'm not bothered in the slightest.

"Absolutely," he said, putting an arm around her, "but there's so many other places I want to show you as well, just so you know."

"I take it you've already compiled a list, then." She teased.

"Nothing wrong with having a list," he defended, "and you mentioned not getting to see this much, so...I thought it would be a good idea."

"...That was about six months ago, John."

"I've an excellent memory." He stated seriously, but there was a twinkle in his eye and Sheridan laughed again as she looped an arm around his shoulders.

"That you do, and it sounds like a great idea, John."

"You think so?"

"Come on, I never say anything I don't mean - if the other trips are anything like this one we're gonna have a fantastic time."

"Glad to hear it, although," he added, "you know we're both probably gonna get more teasing from them because of it."

"Well, that's just the natural consequence of having brothers, I think," she remarked, "but...family's worth it, isn't it?"

"Yeah," John agreed, as they both turned their gazes back to the stars, "family's always worth it."

And honestly? Sheridan knew neither of them would change it for anything in the world.

That was what life was about, after all.

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[bts5sosempire]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miguel o'hara x gn! reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: n/a

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: crack/ comedy, fluff, (name) with that gremlin attitude, ✨asstheticque✨, getting on his nerves, established relationship, spider/non-spider (name)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "hey, it looked at me first."

𝐚/𝐧: help, I kennot escape this man...😔 there are some things in here that are what me and friends used to do in high school too. For funsies, especially the 2nd one. I hope some of my Spanish isn't lost to me too.

You were swiveling in your chair, legs propped up like a frog while spinning around like a circle. Miguel had been staring at the screen for who knows how long before standing up. Your spin slowly stopped when you stopped directly with his back turned against you and heard the chair cracking from the weight being lifted off. You weren't trying to make it obvious, but goddamn him. Every. Single. Time.

All those cakes all up in your face like it's your birthday.

"Holy fuck," you mutter before swinging your head to look at the screen again, acting like nothing happened, 'monkey do not see, monkey do not know'. Miguel looked over his shoulder at you, and he saw you eyeing him out of your peripheral view before averting to look at the bright screens within split second.

"Something the matter?" He caught you, and you smack your lips together before saying it was nothing. Miguel then hums. Idling around, your eyes looked at your fingers that rapport against the desk.

You smack your lips again, turning your head to look at Miguel, "Actually, there is. How do you carry all that ass on a Thursday morning?"

Miguel groan at that, "(Name)..."

You: "It's a valid question. You ever wonder you can replace Perseu's statue in the museum too?"

Then Layla's presence was announced on Miguel's shoulder with loud laughter.

°

"Izquierdo, derecho, izquierdo, derecho," (left, right, left, right) was your new sudden prayer when you suddenly lagged when a wild Mayday had appeared; then they nestled in your arms as they babble away. But your eyes were intense on one thing, and Miguel doesn't need to know what it is.

Miguel: "Querido/a..."

You: "Hey, it looked at me first."

With a whole bunch of spiders added into the mix, then you also added in there is a formula for chaos. Especially when Hobie is around, it's like having two devils setting the place of fire, Miguel should've kept you as a secret. The man internally groan.

"What's with you and...ass?" The man stops walking, pinches his brow with two fingers then turns around to look at you. Mayday had your face in both her puggy hands as you made puffer fish lips at her. She giggles when you tried to made the attempt to pretend you were going to kiss her.

"I like the extra cushion, okay? I'm sure you look at mine too when I'm not looking." Miguel was about to open his mouth to say something, but close it up when the only word that managed to pass his lips was, 'That..' A little smug look went across your lips.

°

There were rare days when Miguel was out of his suit; he was antsy like he was allergic to regular clothes for once. His work was always a 25/8 job, not a 9/5, then call it a day. There's no sleep for the wicked, you guess.

"Hey, hey," you appear into the room where he mostly stays and hooked onto a belt loophole and slowly spin the man around to face you. It wasn't until your hands settled into the back of his pants pocket. You were looking up at him, your chin resting against the crevice of his pecs and you smiled up at him. "I thought it was chill day?"

Miguel swoops down to kiss your forehead as a greeting by lowering his head. "I'm just checking," you squint your eyes at him and made a face, "I really am."

There was a knowing hum from you, and he swooped in again to kiss the side of your temple this time. "That's hard to believe; once you work, you work. There's no rest, not even a ten-minute break." Wiggling your fingers inside his back pockets to press the cakes, he tenses up, and you happily laugh when he is caught off-guard. You both almost topple at how he stumbles a bit back; if it wasn't for him putting a hand against the monitor's desk.

"Don't play with me right now, Corazoncito/a," Miguel warned, and you only let out another hum for him to go on if he dared. And he did. Miguel, broad arms encase around your midsection and change the position by hoisting you up, twirling you, and seating you on the desk. "I told you so," he then frees an arm. Miguel's fingers grab your jaw and press a thumb to your lips. "Now get ready for me."

Oh boy.

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AND THEN CAME YOU ; ITOSHI RIN

-3.0k, kind of a repost but a heavily edited one, very slice of life ngl, they kiss (sorry), reader is sad in the beginning, oblivious idiots in love, bad teenage confessions, they're both too scared to confess and are idiots I'm sorry there's no gentler way of saying this, pls read I worked my ass off editing this shit:( REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE APPRECIATED!!

a/n: happy birthday rin you sweet sweet child, I love his emo ass sm he'd probably hate me but I have enough love for him for the two of us (ew, can't believe I said that)

Who knew that a boy you met on a rainy midsummer's evening could turn out to be such a vital part of your life?

A cool gentle breeze and a mildly chilly weather was not very common in the midsummer. But it had rained earlier. The atmosphere still had the lingering smell of wet soil brought about by the winds and the temperature drop was pleasant. You liked it. This felt good. It also distracted you from the lump that you felt in your throat and the tears that were threatening to fall down your now very glossy eyes. How long have you been sitting under a stray lamp post beside the children's park now? You had absolutely no clue and neither did you want to know. It was late at night and you knew the sane thing to do was go home, wash your face and go to bed. Call it a night maybe. But the body sometimes refuses to follow the mind. It just doesn't move when your much rational part asks it too. It stays rooted at the spot. Maybe it was one of those moments for you. You think at some point a stray calico cat came by and rubbed herself against your legs. That made you smile. Cats were good, they were sweet, they made you feel nice about yourself when they decided they liked you. But your sole companion of the night had also gone away and you were alone yet again.

That's when he came by.

You did not notice him at first. A stranger holding his bicycle, looking at you with his face contorted in pure confusion. Rin was just passing by when he saw you, sitting on the bench in all your sadness and melancholy, tears almost spilling out of your eyes, lips quivering. He could vaguely make out your hands clenching and unclenching inside your jacket pocket. He didn't know what to do. Should he just ignore you and let you be or ask you if you were fine. He decided on the latter. 

"Uhm, the weather forecast says it might rain tonight," he awkwardly let out the words to your idle figure.

You only turned your head at him slowly in return. You were kind of pretty he'd give you that.

You were puzzled as to why a random boy was suddenly telling you about the weather forecast, "huh?"

"The weather forecast. It might rain tonight. You better get to your home," he didn't understand what your deal was. Sitting all lonesome on a stray bench with no people around. It was unsafe too. Unless you were some sort of serial killer which was highly unlikely because what sort of serial killer looks like they're about to lose it all beside a random park late at night.

"Oh," you turned away and went back to your thinking or whatever it is that you were doing. Rin started regretting his decision of even bothering you in the first place. He should've just been on his way, letting you bask in your self pity. 

"Do you have an umbrella with you," you looked at him again before silently shaking your head.

He started to look for something inside his bag before pulling out an umbrella, "you can take this. My house isn't far from here, I'll reach in some but you can just keep it in case it rains. Uh also, you should get going as soon as you can, it can get pretty unsafe so late at night."

He waited for your reply but it never came. You just looked at him with the same wide eyes and quivering lips. So he nervously kept the umbrella beside you and walked away with his bicycle.

That was his mother's favorite umbrella that he gave away. He was gonna get it from her.

You stared at his disappearing figure. You saw as he turned the corner and finally went out of sight.

"What a kind soul," you thought to yourself and the tears finally fell.

It had been about a week since you last met the kind boy who gave you an umbrella. It indeed did rain and you ended up using it on your way home. It had been a week since you kept waiting at night to return him his umbrella but he never came. You were about to give up and just keep the umbrella till you decided to wait after school and see if he shows up.

And much to your luck, he did. He was on his bicycle, riding it as the wind ruffled his dark hair. His teal eyes were focussed on the road and he had a deadpan look on his face. You smiled wide at seeing him.

"Hey! Guy on the bicycle!" You screamed and waved your hands so he could notice you. He slowed down his bicycle until it came to a complete stop in front of you. It was the same location except now, the park was filled with little children's laughter from running about and playing and the buzzing of people's voices. There were birds chirping on the trees as the summer sun shone at a distance. You looked very different from the first time he saw you. A wide smile on your face with eyes almost in the shape of crescents as a result of your smile. Your hair was more put together and you were in a school uniform. He gathered you too, were a high school student.

"I'm y/n, hi, nice to meet you," you finally introduced yourself. Rin wasn't the kind of boy to think much about people's looks or about people at all. But something about you was so mesmerizing to his eyes. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous, something he didn't really notice the first time he saw you.

"Yea uh I'm Itoshi Rin," he looked at your outstretched hand before slowly accepting your handshake. He took his hand away from yours as soon as he finished giving it a polite shake.

"I am the person you gave your umbrella to last week, if you don't remember me. I just wanted to return it to you and thank you for helping me," your wide smile now turned into a polite one as you took out the umbrella from your backpack and handed it to him.

Rin blinked at it twice because he never did think he'd get his mother's favorite umbrella back or see you again for that matter. But he did and you seemed better than before and he was glad you looked good.

"Well then. Thanks again. I'll get going. Have a great day," you waved at him as you turned around.

Rin didn't know what exactly came over him. He just felt this sudden boost of confidence as he saw your figure walk away from him. He did not want you to go. A sudden vile feeling rose in him as the realisation dawned that if you left he would probably never get to see you again. So with his heart almost jumping out of his ribcage, he uttered the words that he almost stumbled over, "let me walk you to your home."

And even though your eyes were as big as saucers the moment he said those words, you couldn't be happier that Itoshi Rin decided to walk you home because something in you too, said that having him as a friend would be good.

Rin and your friendship started with awkward hellos and hi's and silent walks to the school. Turns out you lived close by and your school too, fell on the way to his. So each day he would walk you to your school and back home.

Eventually, what started as an awkward interaction turned into excited rants from you about books that you've read and movies that you had seen. Rin listened. Rin always listened. Sometimes he'd talk about the horror movies he'd liked and the mangas stored in his bookshelf.

Walks to school and back home turned into weekly hangouts after school. Sometimes at your house and sometimes at his. You learnt Rin loved soccer and he learnt you were not much into sports. He had gasped in disbelief because, truly, how can someone not be into sports? He was forced to watch the notebook with you and you were forced to watch Insidious with him. By now both of your parents had come to know of your new friendship. Rin's mother loved you and your mother always saved extra cookies for Rin when she baked. Summer slowly faded into autumn and the leaves outside turned crisp and brown and Rin would never let you see the faint smile that adorned his face when you so joyfully stepped on the crunchy leaves. With autumn came the realization that you had fallen for Rin. And unbeknownst to you Rin had slowly fallen for you too. If he thought you were pretty when you cried, he thought you looked absolutely stunning when you were laughing. Yes, even when the laughs were followed by snorts.

Rin realized he might have fallen in love with you and that terrified him because Rin did not do love. Rin did not know how to love. He never gave two thoughts to a relationship but with you, he was willing to do so. It was all so new for him, the feelings were so new that it terrified him. He was too scared to tell you.

"Mama bear says a very happy birthday dear Rin, and she sends some of this homemade, special chocolate cake to you," was the first thing Rin heard from you as he opened his door and you let yourself in.

"Mama bear? Seriously? And you won't say happy birthday to me?" Rin narrowed his eyes at you as he shut the door and followed your figure towards the kitchen.

"Shut up, I wished you at exactly twelve in the midnight. I have receipts too. My call history also has your name. Now, do you want the cake or not Mr. Itoshi?" You took out a knife from his kitchen drawer and pointed it at him.

"Can't say no to that," he opened the package to find 8 slices of beautifully decorated chocolate cake.

"I'll take one!" You were about to pick a slice when he swatted your hand away.

"Your mom has already fed you with them. These are mine. Back off," he took a slice and closed the package.

"Rinnie-" you whined.

"Do not call me that. Ever," he pointed at you before taking a bite from his cake. Your mother baked heavenly delights, he thought. The cake was so freaking delicious. He felt like he just entered the realms of God for a moment when it almost melted in his mouth.

"But rinnie-" you saw him eat the cake, savoring each bite.

"Shush,"

"Why are you so mean? Just let me have a piece please. She did not let me eat much of the cake and there's not much left at home either. Just one bite please I-" you found yourself shutting up as Rin shoved the last bite of the cake into your mouth.

"That will shut you up," and it did. Your mother was the best baker in town and no one could argue with that fact.

You spent the rest of the day at Rin's house with him forcefully making you watch midsommar this time. You loved spending time with Rin. While Rin was so immersed in movies, you were immersed in his face. He looked so pretty focussed.

"What?" He turned around to look at you.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You said I look pretty when I'm focussed?"

"Oh I said that out loud?" You giggle to yourself. "But yes. You do look pretty when you're focussed."

"You're pretty too I guess," you laughed at how he grumbled those words out. 

“Hey Rin,” you called out his name and he hummed in reply, face not moving from the screen. “Happy birthday. I'm glad to have met you, you know.”

A pink hue covered Rin’s face slowly as you played with his hair. You had never seen Rin blush before and you were absolutely savouring the moment. He looked beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Shut up and watch the movie,” he muttered under his breath as he unconsciously leaned in on your hand. Your smile widened at his actions.

"Some girl confessed to me today," Rin scoffed when he picked you up from your school gate.

You could almost hear the little crack of your heart the moment Rin had said those words. You were too big of an idiot to not confess and now, someone else was doing it in your place.

"Oh? What did you say," you gulped as you feared his answer. 

"No, obviously. What makes you think I'll say yes?" He shook his head as you both walked down the hill. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Well, why not?"

"I...kind of already like someone," Rin blushed and the crack in your heart increased. How much more till he completely breaks your heart?

"Oh."

"Yea."

The rest of the walk back home was excruciatingly quiet and awkward. You did not know how to act around Rin, you wanted to be far away from him. As far as possible.

"Who..who is this person you like?" Something in your voice seemed sad and bitter. There was a tint of jealousy which didn't go unnoticed by Rin. He was observant, he was oh so observant.

"Uhm a very close friend," you nodded your head silently at his words. You had so many questions. When had he met them? How long had they been 'friends?' Was he closer to them than he is to you?

"They're sweet and really nice. Kind too. Always there for me when I need them and I think I just really like this person you know," You looked at Rin to see him smiling so fondly. You internally begged him to stop as he went on about how genuinely good this person was. He did it. He broke your heart unknowingly. You realised you should have never asked about this person, that way you would be saved.

You were glad as you saw your house in the distance. Quickly waving Rin a goodbye, telling him you had a huge amount of homework to complete, you ran off towards your house. You'd distance yourself from him, you thought. Just stop talking to him for some time till these silly feelings go away.

Rin could only stand there under the orange sky of the evening as he saw you go nearer to your house and then it hit him. You thought he was talking about an entirely different person. You definitely did not get that he was talking about you. And with how weird you were acting there might have been a slight chance that you liked him back. Rin sucked at love and he sucked at declarations of love too. He had probably messed up what you both had by directly not telling you that he harboured feelings for you.

"Shit!" He ran after you as you entered your main gate and within some seconds he was there, grabbing your wrist, panting slightly. You turned around to look at him and then at the place where his hand held yours.

"Rin...." You started, confused as to what was happening.

"It's you," he stated. God he sucked at confessions. He never confessed to anyone before and now he realised why the people in his school lost their minds over it. It was terrifying with how his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands shaking slowly.

"What? Are you okay? You seem a bit out of place," Your voice was lost. What was he speaking about? You genuinely didn't know if he was okay.

"God damn it, it's you I like!" There it was, laid out in the open for you. 

Your eyes were about to pop out of your socket because did you even hear that right? Itoshi Rin liked you? You were the person he was so fondly talking about? There were so many questions waiting to burst out of your throat.

"You like me?" You asked.

"I do,"

"You're not joking?"

"Absolutely not,"

"Rin, I swear to god if this is some kind of sick joke I will-" and he cut you off.

He cut you off by pulling you in and crashing his lips against your. You reciprocated immediately because this is exactly what you dream about. You felt his hands on your waist trailing there as you held his face. It was no way a gentle kiss, in fact it was rough, clearly a kiss between two very inexperienced teenagers. You separated for breath before you chased for his lips once more. You kissed him more gently now, relishing in the taste of mint that he had taken earlier. His lips were slightly chapped but they were nonetheless heaven to you. His cologne took over your nostrils and you couldn't quite believe that all of this was happening.

"Fuck," you pulled away as you were out of breath. This felt like a fever dream.

"Fuck indeed," and all he could do was smile after that kiss. It was his first with you. It was all he hoped for.

You both started laughing at god knows what. Maybe it was the fact that you both were two oblivious idiots or the fact that what you craved for for the longest time had taken place finally. Rin was holding his knees and you were holding your tummy. You turned to look at him, he was so beautiful, you thought. He was so beautiful and he loved you. Your laughter ceased into a smile. So genuine and full of love for him.

"What?" He looked at reciprocating the look you donned.

"Nothing."

You met Itoshi Rin on a rainy midsummer’s night and fell for him on a cool autumn’s day. Who would have thought that a boy who met you at one of your lowest points would lighten up your life in such a way? But this was real, Rin was real and the love you held for each other was also real. At the end of the day, this was Rin, your Rin. This was love.