#Something something related to a drabble I might do tomorrow

[cxpperhead]

Telling somebody you're going to devour their heart like the Great Ammit doesn't have the impact you'd expect until you realize nobody speaks Ancient Egyptian anymore.

[sp00kymulderr]

Tomorrow (the 19th) is FRIDAY! I think we deserve to have some fun

✨Let’s have a Pedro Party!✨

To join in the Pedro party, first comment on this post so people know you’re partying, and then do one/a few/all of the following (OR make up your own party related activity):

🎁 Send a Pedro present! Send an ask to a partygoer (or make a post) about a character, Pedro look, Pedro quote etc. that you associate with them (and why)

🎉 Play party games! All the usual (fmk, wyr) or something else - ask about each others top fives (Pedro characters, shows/movies, scenes, tshirts, whatever!), an ask based version of the post it note game (guess which character the asker is), most likely to etc.

🎨Make a Pedro! Create something Pedro related (a moodboard, a silly little canva creation, a drabble, a stick figure drawing, idk a cake?? anything you want!) and post it for all to see

🎧Share a party playlist! Make a playlist for the partygoers, using songs you associate with Pedro, with a character, a certain fic etc.

🎈Make party decorations! Create and send me some Pedro themed party decorations to spruce the place up.

📋Party planning! What would an ideal party look like for your favourite character? Write a little blurb about it, or create a visual representation. OR plan a theme party for one of the other partygoers (for example for me you might make an alien themed party with Dieter jumping out of a cake 😏)

🪩Pedro Party pals! Send me this emoji I’ll tell you which character you’re hanging out with at the party and what you’re doing together.

❤️Most importantly, party with love! Love for Pedro, love for your pals, love for the community of great people we have here.

Random tags of some lovely moots in case they wanna join the party:

@schnarfer @hellfire-state-of-mind @covetyou @futuraa-free @ghotifishreads

@bitchwitch1981 @beefrobeefcal @ozarkthedog @whatsnewalycat @chronically-ghosted

@perotovar @swiftispunk @itsokbbygrl @studioghibelli @maggiemayhemnj

@goodwithcheese @grogusmum @nothoughtsjustmeds @toomanytookas @for-a-longlongtime

@hellishjoel @luxurychristmaspudding @penvisions @seventeenpins @secretelephanttattoo

[bonny-kookoo]

hii!!

since you mentioned oc's period in someone older,can we have drabble related to this topic pls🙏🏽 just want to see how caring jk is

You've never really thought you'd be in a situation like this- but then again, Jungkook is surprising you constantly, so you should expect it by now.

You're sitting on Jungkook's lap right now, fully letting his front body support yours as you lean your head against his shoulder, basically clinging to him like a koala- just that you're not on his back. He's working while you rest, constant clicking of the keys from his laptop's keyboard almost like soothing background noise, helping both your headache and your nausea as you fight both simultaneously.

Sometimes, like right now when he's just browsing through Mails and Documents, one of his hands will rest on your back, occasionally even traveling beneath your soft sweater just to feel your skin.

You've told him to just leave you be on the couch, or even in the bedroom- feeling too uncomfortable to really do anything today. But he'd insisted that if you'd like, he'd want you close- just in case you want or need anything. And also, he likes your company, even if you're a little out-of-order at the moment.

You're moving around a little, giving him a little notice that you're awake again, and at that, he leans back in his chair a little to look at you. "A little better?" He asks, but you just shrug.

"I'm still nauseous." You mumble. "But I'm also hungry." Is what you complain about, making him play with the piercings on his lower lip.

"Maybe you can try something light? Just some fruit or anything you might feel like from the fridge?" He asks, unsure how to exactly help you. You've already taken some meds for it, but you've also told him that you're always a bit miserable during your period. But right now you nod, before you yawn and get up from his thighs.

"Am I really not bothering you?" You ask him, and he shakes his head as he walks to the kitchen with you, downstairs in his house. It's then that you suddenly rush into the guest bathroom downstairs, feeling the floodgates open for just a second as you slam the door shut behind you.

A knock is heard. You get ready to tell him you're alright, when his voice is heard instead. "There's some stuff underneath the sink, if you need anything." He tells you, and you reach for it, opening the tiny cabinet door- finding both panty liners, pads and tampons there.

This is so typical for him. Always prepared for anything.

Later, while he's making you tea and warms up some of the leftovers from yesterday, you realize just how.. good you feel. Emotionally at least.

"Do you like.. bigger, or smaller dogs?" Jungkook wonders as he puts down your mug of tea in front of your hands, before he sits down, oven still running as it heats up the food.

"Hm. I think, both are nice." You say, putting your hands on the cup to warm them. "I mean, your house is big, and you have an even bigger backyard. So a big dog would be fitting, right?" You tell him.

"Hm, maybe. Would you feel comfortable with a big dog?" He asks, and you squint your eyes at him.

"Are you asking me if I want to get a dog with you, mister?" You question him, and he laughs.

"Caught me. I actually have been thinking of it. A dog would be nice, right? So you're not so lonely when I have to travel again for business." He explains himself, and you shrug.

"You think we can take care of a dog together?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"I mean, we're not gonna get one like.. tomorrow. But maybe in a few months?" He proposes, and you nod.

"It'll be like having a baby." You giggle, and he laughs, watching you fondly.

"Well, right now I already have a baby to take care of."

[geddy-leesbian]

alright Serrennedy being dads headcanons because my brain is so fucking rotted

Some of these are specific to the AU I imagined for my drabble, but at least some of them can work more generally. AU TL;DR: Luis and Leon were in Raccoon City together, but everything goes right after and they have normal lives (and custody of Sherry)

Them having twin girls is 100% general btw not just in my one AU they're girl dads in my brain, I physically cannot imagine them with sons ok

Even once they're both on the same page when it comes to kids, i.e. wanting a baby, they hesitate to actually start trying for a long time, because they're worried that a baby would take up too much of their attention, making Sherry feel ignored like she did with her bio parents. But eventually they talk to her about it, and she's actually excited about the idea of having a sibling.

Obviously twins do take up a lot of their time, more than they had planned on when first thinking about a new addition to the family, but they make sure that she still gets one-on-one time with both of them regularly.

Luis isn't an overly strict parent, but between the two of them, he's definitely the stricter one. He'd be a bit more flexible during the day, but for things like bedtime he'd be really consistent. If the kid(s) asked for him to read just one more chapter of a book or sing just one more lullaby before going to sleep, he might give in occasionally, but he really would leave after a single chapter or song. Whereas Leon would cave a lot easier, and just keep reading (Leon wouldn't sing to them, he feels like he's bad at singing and, even though the kids wouldn't care, he'd feel too awkward about it, so singing to them is just Luis's thing.) until either the kids are asleep or Luis finally just comes in to tell them all (including Leon) to go to sleep or they'll be tired and cranky tomorrow.

Obviously it's important to Luis that they learn Spanish too, but since Leon barely speaks it, he's careful to make sure Leon doesn't feel left out. So usually he'll talk to them in Spanish on the days Leon is gone, but only in English on the days Leon is home. (Leon's a firefighter in the AU so, even though it's not as bad as if he was an agent, he is gone for 72 hour shifts regularly.) He'll switch to English early in the day before Leon is even home, because sometimes Leon gets home early and he tries to sneak in quietly to eavesdrop. It starts off because Luis talks to the babies with his normal voice, and never uses any type of baby talk or anything, and Leon is convinced that Luis does it in private, but gets too embarrassed to do it in front of Leon. So Leon tries to catch him in the act. It turns out that he's wrong, and Luis genuinely just talks to them with his normal voice 100% of the time. But Leon still keeps doing his weird eavesdropping routine occasionally, just because he likes listening to Luis and the kids. Leon isn't as stealthy as he thinks and Luis 100% knows that Leon does that, but he pretends he doesn't know because he thinks it's cute.

Luis wouldn't care about what the babies call him. Leon would, and bring up that they can't both be called Dad or it'll be confusing. Luis isn't concerned and says they can just wait until the babies start talking and roll with whatever they decide to call them. Leon's response is that "They're going to think your name is 'Shut Up' if I don't call you something in front of them." Luis knows he's 100% right about that and they decide to just keep it simple, Daddy and Papi.

Luis's favorite kid related purchase they make is a baby carrier that lets them wear both twins at once, one twin on their back and the other on the front. Luis starts off just wearing them when he needs to make a run to the store while Leon is working or exhausted, but becomes a way bigger Thing. People are weird about babies in public, so ofc on that first trip Luis gets randos coming up to compliment the babies, talk about how they don't know how Luis can handle taking twins out on his own because their one kid is demonic, etc. And Luis is an attention whore so he just eats that shit up, and starts taking the babies with him on most errands. He also just enjoys sharing part of his routine with the babies, so instead of always putting both of them in their swings at home when he's cooking or doing chores, he'll wear one and just narrate what he's doing.

They're both overprotective. For the most part, Luis is only overprotective when it comes to people. He gets scared to leave the babies with people he doesn't know well, because from his time at Umbrella he knows that people who seem really nice, seem like good people, people he genuinely bonded with, can still be capable of really fucked up stuff. But he's fine with most other situations, because of his own childhood experiences going into the wilderness with his grandfather from a young age. Leon's overprotectiveness is sort of the opposite, he's got some trust issues too, but it's other stuff that he's most likely to freak out over. Like if one of the kids managed to slip out of their sight, Leon would be panicking and looking frantically, and Luis would be like "this happened when I was 3. I was lost in the woods for 2 days before my grandfather found me, she'll be fine." (Luis would be concerned and want to look obviously, he just wouldn't be panicking.) But if they left the kids with a babysitter just for a couple hours, Luis would be freaking out and wanting to call and check on them every 10 minutes and Leon would have to tell him it's fine and confiscate his phone before he blows up the babysitter's phone.

Luis hates baby clothes with any sort of words or slogans on them, so naturally Leon would buy the cringiest inappropriate baby clothes he could find and put them on the twins to see how long it takes for Luis to notice. Shit like this:

[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption - Part Twenty-Nine

Hi everyone, this is Deamon-mun with part 29 for An Officer's corruption. This is for my friend @the-silver-peahen-residence who started this series. Here are the chapters so far.

Chapters so far

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((Previous chapters 8-13)) (Click here))

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Part Twenty one ((NSFW Warning))

Part Twenty two ((NSFW Warning))

Part Twenty three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty-Five

Part Twenty-Six

Part Twenty Seven ( Dark Theme Warning )

Part Twenty-Eight

((Your reading part Twenty Nine))

||OVA Chapters 1-7|| ((Written by me and Peahen ) (Click here))

------ Warnings ----

Heavy NSFW Content

Dom/Sub

Teasing

Sexual Themes

Violence

----- Drabble Summary -----

After they meet with UA, Sai explains what is discussed to Oblivion about Yuuka's past and the crime against her. After that, Sai decides his next course of action while staying in Japan. But first, he is going to spend quality time with Terry. Also...what are the whereabouts of Rust and Davion? And what's going on at Northern State Penitentiary?

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"So that's what they told me." Sai told Oblivion at her room. She narrows her eyes. "Damn it."

"Yeah...I know."

"So to find the ones responsible, I have to follow a trail like the principal said?"

"Yes. These drugs are similar in the ones in the drug busting cases based on the toxicity report. They told us that the direction that Yuuja was running from is Yokohoma.

"That's right. Lucky for us, a group responsible for smuggling these drugs was busted and is now held in Northern State Penitentiary."

Oblivion makes a face. "And the group is..."

"Port Mafia. They have three of their members." Said Sai. "You might need to find a way to talk to one of them at least.".

"Actually...I do." Oblivion sighs.

"?" Sai blinked. Oblivion answers, "I know the warden actually, so I will be fine in getting an interview or a meeting with one of the Port Mafia." She said. "Anyway..thanks for this, Shdwkyz. I apprricate it."

"Of course." Sai says. "Oh. One more thing...the principal and Yuuka's homeroom teacher wants to talk to you if you have the time. They want to hear it from you." He said. Oblivion blinks before nodding. "Yeah sure. Tell them I am available."

"Good. I gave them your contact information. So please pick it up when you're ready."

"Got it. Thanks. I talk to you soon." She said.

"Right. Later."

Then Sai hung up. Oblivion sighs as she leans against the wall on her bed. "Guess I need to visit Uncle Dazai." She said before sighing, "I hope he isn't trying to find a way to kill himself again." She mutters, imagining Dazai being so happy to see her only to ask her if she can electrocute him with love. To death. Oblivion made a face. "Guess...I call him..."

She hopes the guards know how to deal with him.

----- In Japan ---

At the hotel, Sai places the phone on the nightstand before sighing. He sighs as Terry finishes up in the bathroom. He already got dressed for the night. After that talk with Nezu and Aizawa, things are starting to connect. Now he wonders how does Port Mafia is related to Yuuka's kidnapping. Should he go to Yokohoma and investigate? Trying to find out about a criminal organization isn't a good look.

Although...Aizawa says he knows someone in an agency that deals with them as they are on the right side of the law. The Armed Detective Agency.

Maybe they should go there. It's just a 30-minute train. But not right now.

"Something on your mind?" Terry asked. Sai blinked, "Nothing. I was wondering how to make use of this week given the information we now know from UA. I was thinking of going to Yokohoma and ask the agency who knows Port Mafia.

"You know? That's exactly what I'm thinking." Terry asked. Sai raised a brow, "Really?" He said. Terry nods, "Yeah. I think we're near the source of the crime scene so why not? I think a day trip for tomorrow would be fine. We just need to let the teacher know."

"Right. I sent him a text tomorrow. He's probably sleeping or on a mission." Sai nods. Terry smiles and goes to sit down next to him. "Also..should we play a little?"

"Huh? Didn't we do it the week before?" Asked Sai. Terry chuckles at that. "Yeah but I bet you're really want to do it."

Sai narrows his eyes at him for a moment before he lets out a yelp when Terry goes to trace his spine. Sai closes his eyes, "Fine...let's do it."

And so their night begins.

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Mmmfm~!"

Sai is on the bed, moaning into the pillow as Terry is snapping his hips into him letting out grunts. After being teased for so long, Sai wants Terry to hurry as he can't stand it.

"Fuck..." Sai keeps forgetting how good this is. Then he felt sharp little knives into his shoulder. Sai hisses but doesn't resist as Terry bites down and kicks the blood.

"Ha..ha..." Sai utters while Terry pounds downwards. Sai moans into the pillow even more before his head is lifted.

"I want to hear you. Don't hide it." Terry growled. Sai lets out moans for him to hear. Terry chuckles at his neck. "That's it, good boy." He said as he held his hips and male to sure pound Sai at the right angle.

"FUCK! TERRY!" Sai cried out lustfully.

"That's it, little snake. Keep taking this. You deserve this, don't you?" Terry whispers to his ear making the snake shudder, loving his touches. He felt Terry goes to play with pecs before lifting him up and set down on the knees so he could hold him close to him. Back against his chest before pounding him forward making Sai moans.

"Ha...ha...ha.." Sai drools as his eyes become half-lidded, dazed with lust and pleasure. Terry slams his cock forward, before stopping. "AH~!" Sai moaned. "F-fuck! Yes! It's good! G-give me more! Don't stop..."

Chuckling, Terry goes to cover his eyes and goes to kiss him sideways deeply. Sai moans into the kiss, bucking his hips back against him gently. He goes to run his hand down the snake's spine making him shudder and tremble so delightful for him. Soon the kiss breaks, leaving a string of saliva before Terry goes to thrust into him even harder and faster. Sai cries out lustfully with his head thrown back, gripping the sheets of the bed. His wet hole twitched and began to tighten up around the bat's hard cock. This got the bat growling possessively, ramming into Sai hitting those certain spots and making his snake go crazy.

"A-AH! SSSLOW DOWN! YOU'RE AUGH...AHTO-!"

Fuck. I am about to cum! Cum real hard. Sai thought as those intense hits at the spots within him were like shocks of pleasure running up his spine so good, he can't even form sentences.

"Go ahead cum for me. Cum, cum, cum!" Terry urges him. "AAAH! CUMMING!" Sai shouts real hard as he came, spilling his cum onto the bed. Then he feels the bat filling him up with his load. They both panted as Sai hangs his head with his chest heaving.

Terry pulls out of him. Sai hisses, missing the fullness already but he falls onto the bed and rolls on his back, still panting from that hard breeding.

However, they're aren't done yet.

He was lifted once more this time, the bat has him hovering over his throbbing cock not ready to go down after that round. He and his cock wants more of it. Fortunately, the snake smiles a little, now hungry for more before. Terry slams Sai's hips down. His hard cock into his warm tight hole. Sai screams as Terry starts up again with more hard thrusts. The snake claws his back while holding onto him.

"Ah...s-s...ugh...uuh..augh..nuuugh!" Sai can't form words making the bat grunts and growls, continuing his pounding into him.

Soon, they will change their position with Sai on his back and Terry now pounding him downwards in a mating press. Sai looks up to the ceiling as his legs became limp due to ongoing rough breeding. His eyes dazed and his mouth open letting a long string of moans and cries.

Sai can't imagine if any of his fellow officers had a relationship with their former charge like this. Or was he the only one?

----- Somewhere in America ----

"Ha...ha...fuck..."

Right now, Officer Knight is with his former charge, Davion. Their relationship is now of...well...Rust couldn't describe it. He finds out that Davion takes down bounties and comes to the station to claim the money. That's what he does. So Rust works with him on any bounties that come up. After Davion tracks them down and hands them off to him they can processed and be sent to court then to jail.

He has to give Davion the money at his apartment. Of course...

"D-davion...mmfmm"

Money isn't the only thing.

"That's right....keep moving your hips, little treasure."

It's doing this.

A sexual transaction.

The blond moans as he is naked and bare. His body flushed in heat and sweat as he kept moving up and down on the dragon's hard girth. Rust is on top of Davion doing their usual thing. Davion grunts as he thrusts up, matching the hips of their movements. He had Rust's hands held by his as the knight kept on riding him.

Then his knight goes to bounce faster and harder making the dragon wince at the sudden pace. Rust moans louder now as he is closing his eyes hard as he wants the dragon's cock hit those sweet spots of his.

"Ha...you love this, do you?" Davion smirks. "You want more of this cock, you couldn't get enough..hm?"

"Fuck...yeah..." Rust answers. "It's...ugh..you fault i...like this." He growls. Davion laughs, hearing this. "Oh?"

He snaps his hips up that makes Rust yelp. A wave of pleasure made him shudder with a breathless moan.

"Guess I will be responsible then." Davion said before delivering upwards thrusts into Rust's hole hitting those spots making him moan and cry. The blond's back arches a little at the pleasure, getting him to ride him even faster.

"Mffmmm..fuck...r-right there...please!" Rust begged. "I-i..."

"Yeah...you don't want this to stop. Don't worry...we got all night." He smiles. Then right away, he shifts their position as he picks Rust up and lays him down, having his legs hang over his shoulder before thrusting him down. With his mouth open, the knight screams in pleasure as he is now gripping the edge of the bed.

Fuck! It's so deep now! Rust thought as he shut his eyes tight as Davion slammed his hips down and lifted them once before doing it again. Developing a deep rhythm that made Rust's blood run on adrenaline due to the pleasurable sensation he is receiving. There is a drool at the corner of the blond's mouth as he is whimpering and moaning. But then...he shouts as Davion got a good angle at his peculiar spot.

"N-not there! Fuck! NOT THERE!"

"Why? Isn't this good? You trying to move up but can't. You love this dragon pinning you down and ravish you like a treasure you are!" He said, thrusting now rougher making Rust cry out lustfully.

"AH--ha! Mmfmm...ha...fuck! So deep!"

Davion slams his hips, coming to stop and grinds ever so slowly so the other can feel him. Rust's breath hitches, "Ah..ha..." The blond widen his eyes, wondering why he stopped.

"Well? Am I wrong?"

"Fuck...I-I" Rust winced.

"Hm?"

"N-no...you're not wrong! Fuck! Please! Do not stop! I-I want..." Rust is having trying finishing his sentences due to the other's hard big cock inside, rubbing the right places making the other burn for him.

"You want more of it?" Davion teased. Rust growls as his blue eyes become crimson red.

"YES YOU FREAKING CRAZY DRAGON!" Rust shouted out of frustration. This got Davion to laugh and go even harder on his loving knight making him moan even more.

"Don't worry...I make sure to fuck you every single day, my treasure." Davion tells him as he goes to lift him up and fucks him upwards while his knight holds onto him for dear life. "Yes, yes, yes! Please!"

The two spend the rest of their day without incident.

---- Northern State Penitentiary ---

However, there are other relationships to explore. Like one in prison right now.

In Shrika's room and office, she is kissing her fellow officer, Willie Watts who is moaning and such. 'S-shrika."

"Willie. You have been very good today." Shrika smiles, "You have been making sure to keep those inmates in line for me. I can't thank you enough." Shrika smiles at his ear.

"Oh..well...i-i-i'ts my job.." Willie then whimpered when Shrika kissed and nipped on his neck. His face became blushing red as he was being rewarded by his Mistress right now. He used to be a prisoner here after a certain bullying incident. He was assigned to Area A where Shrika rules. At first, Willie wonders how could someone like her could manage a place like this. The place seems ordinary and anyone can get out of it. But that's one of the reasons.

So Shrika can catch them for fun and bring them back for more discipline.

It was shrewd and cunning. Willie had never seen. But she held her own in her own beautiful way. One time, he tried escaping with a few other prisoners, only to be caught again but this time by her bird form. When he saw it, he was terrified yet in awe. He admires those great dark wings whose feathers shine and her vicious talons that can easily tear guts out of a person. He did put off a fight but her great supersonic power made him weak enough to be taken back. Taken back by flight.

When he was brought back for Shrika to punish her. The first thing that came out of his mouth was that she was beautiful. He wasn't sure what face he was making. Probably stupid.

Shrika widens her eyes slightly with her maroon eyes shining at that compliment. Of course, Willie quickly apologizes for the comment, and he accepts any punishment given to him. He doesn't know why he said that but maybe because he rebels against those who think they are strong. But Shrika is different, she makes up her strength by relying on her smarts and power.

However, Willie's punishment is different from the others. In fact, Shrika favors him so much since that day, he can't help being happy when it comes to her punishments and rewards.

"Ah...ha...your soft fingers.." Said Willie as he was leaning against her while Shrika played with Willie by inserting her fingers into him slowly and deeply. It made the esper's legs twitch and tremble.

"You like that, don't you?" Shrika whispers into his ear. Willie nods weakly. "Yes!" Then a thought came to him. "Miss...Shrika...are we going to do that again?"

"That?" Shrika asked, looking curious. Willie utters as he pants, "That...when you claim me..."

Shrika's eyes lit as she knew what her adorable esper knows what he's talking about. Shrika smiles widely, "Of course. We can do that if you like. I was planning to do that anyway. After that, you can claim me as well then we can go back to doing that again. Would you like that? I got a bit bigger one so that's why I'm doing this."

Willie nods his head vigorously. "Y-yes please!"

And that's how their relationship went.

"Ahh...fuck...Mistress! R-right there! So good!" Said Willie as he is being pounded by Shrika using a strap-on. Shrika holds onto her pet by his hips as she slams her hips into him. Hearing his cries and moan got her more into this. Wanting to claim Willie even more. This got Shrika burn for her loving pet, "Oh Willie~! You sound so nice for me! Let's keep going till recess!" Shrika moaned with a lustful smile.

"Y-yes!" Willie cried.

"And after that, we can do it again at night. A night just for us!" Shrika goes to change the pace harder and faster, moving her hips even faster. Willie grips the desk tighter as he moans out. "T-that would be amazing. Y-yes please!" He can't wait for the night to arrive so he can spend more time with her.

"That's great to hear it!" Shrika laughed, "Now let's see you cum from your cock!"

"Y-yes...at your command!" Willie replied as he continues to cry out inside her office.

Out of everyone, Shrika is the first to develop a relationship with her former prisoner. She asked Warden Osamu for permission to make Willie her fellow officer once his sentence ended. It was approved right away.

However... in other areas, there are different results.

---- Area D ----

Gin Akutagawa got into another fight again. This time, it wasn't her fault. The other prisoner tried to stab her with a shiv. Charlie suspected it was some kind of assassination attempt since Akutagawa was part of the Port Mafia. Of course, some people dared to try to take a shot at them. Gin Akutagawa is one of them.

However, Gin Akutagawa can't be taken down as she managed to throw the assassination against her and take the prisoner's eye out. Right away, the situation was resolved as everyone got the area on lockdown. The prisoner was sent to the infirmary run by Cobin, his team, and his machines. Gin was taken to the solitary cell for her own safety.

However, Gin is pissed off enough that Jason was surprised by her sudden strength when he tries to usher her to the cell. Right away, Jason was tripped and is now on the ground with Gin Akutagawa on top. She had a knife at his neck. "I rather you not touch me." She said dangerously. Seriously...where does she put her knives?!

Jason gulps. He didn't realize it before but...Gin Akutagawa smells really nice. Wait what?! What is he thinking?!

Ever since Gin came to prison, Jason is watching over her. She is doing okay. Though..she is always by herself during recess or in her cell. He saw her eat once without her face mask. It was....something out of a painting. She had her smooth long hair down instead of her usual skipy bun. The way she eats is gentle and so manner-like. Her fingers look delicate and small. It was dainty and she seemed so young with porcelain skin. It makes Jason want to protect her so badly from external dangers. But he had to remind herself that she might be using her beauty to let people guard's but that's not it! Maybe she dresses the way in order to avoid getting the attention of men which makes sense!

Though her smell. Jason won't forget it. She has that smell unlike no other. How can he describe it? His wolf keen of smell is sensitive but Gin's aroma is easy and pleasing. It's like lavender or rose. It made him relaxed not to mention....

"Officer Woofhees...are you hard?" Asked Gin. This got Jason to snap out of his thoughts, seeing a surprised Gin and looks down getting his cheeks flushed pink. He quickly answers, "W-what?! No! I-"

Gin raises a brow but Jason's expression as she goes to move her hips against the tent in his pants. Jason utters a whine sound out of his control. That there says it all.

Hm. Maybe I should play with this doggy. Gin thought.

"It's alright." Gin said gently which got Jason blinking dumbfounded. Then Gin begins to grind against him slowly. This got Jason yelping.

"H-hey stop this!" Jason exclaimed.

"Why?" Gin asked innocently.

"Because...because...shit..." Jason panted. Gin chuckles now. "It's alright. You must be like this because of the women here, right?"

"No!" Jason said. It's not true. It's not because of that. It's because of her! But he won't say that! Shit! Jason doesn't see the other female prisoners that way. After all...they're freaking crazy and some of them pretty fucked up.

But Gin....she seems sane and yet...has the right level of crazy if she is in Port Mafia. Not to mention, she is very feminine and beautiful with her smooth silk and black hair. Wait, wait, wait! What is he thinking?!

Then Gin goes to bounce on his lap making Jason hiss and gasp. "Wait..wait...stop! Don't...I.."

"Ah..ha...don't move," Gin said as she continued her movements making Jason flush even redder. How can this woman...who is shorter than him do something like this. To him. He is usually top and always makes sure the ladies are taken care of at his favorite tavern but now...this lady got him under some kind of spell he can't move only to obey.

Jason pants.

"Does it feel good? I heard werewolves or lycans have a certain heat cycle. Have you been reliving yourself lately?" Said Gin continuing with movement. Jason closed his hands into fists but didn't move. "I...i.."

"I mean..."

"Let's get you better." Said Gin as goes to slip her hands between the buttoned sides of his uniform and starts to touch his abs making Jason yelped. "S-stop! I order you ah!" Gin slams her hips down. "You feel so wet there, Officer Woofhess. Do you want me to make you feel better?

"Yes-no-no...please!" Jason is now begging as Gin continues her ministrations at his hard cock that is hiding his pants. Then Jason felt his belt come undone and his own cock is now being stroked. "N-no..augh! Please stop! Someone will-"

"Don't worry...I make sure it will be quick.' And already, Gin proceeds to stroke him faster and faster. How can she do this?! Where did this come from?! How can she do with her gentle hands like that? Jason had to hide his face.

"Usually...I like cats better than dogs. But for you, I can be an exception since you're so cute under me. A strong werewolf coming undone like this. Under me. It's cute really." Gin smiles behind her mask.

"G-gin!" Jason gasped.

"Maybe I should put a collar on you and make you do tricks for me..." Gin said so nicely and gently. The mere idea of what she is suggesting is something he wanted. To experience under her.

"How does that sound, Jason?" Gin asked suggestively.

Upon hearing this name, Jason came to her hand right away. Jason is now gasping as Gin chuckles now, she goes to get up and walks to herself. Jason watches her to go inside her soldiary confidenment. "Tell me..if you need me. I always be there." She said before closing the door herself. Leaving a confused werewolf processing this.

Did that just happen???

------ Area E -----

Similar to Gin Akutagawa's situation, someone try to kill Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Or rather tried. The assassin didnt get too far. In fact, that idiot managed to disable the collar that keep Ryunosuke powers on check and now he is running lose, killing all those prisoners.

"Uh...sir! Shouldn't we do something?!" His assistant fellow officer, Wade cried. The gator looked so worried that made Matt laughed. "Oh come on, Wade. Let him run free for a moment. Heck, I even disable some of the collars on the prisoners."

"You what?!" Wade exclaimed.

"Just to make it more fair." Matt shrugs. "Besides look...there's no wonder why he is called the Black Fang Hellhound of Port Mafia. He's so cute!"

Cute?! Wade thought, watching Ryunosuke tear the other prisoners apart with a killer look in his eyes. The prisoners were sliced apart like nothing. Blood spills on the walls, floor, and ceiling. The prisoners using their powers were about to jump him but some of them were impaled by tendrils form his clothing. "But the prisoners..."

"Serial killers, r*pists, hired guns, gangsters, and war criminals." Said Matt. "What's left? I mean...Area E holds the worst of the worst. A perfect forest if you ask. They shouldn't complain since they live for it." Matt said. "After all....Pete was given horrible s*x offenders and child killers. Those guys don't last long in that prison. In fact, they usually get killed there right away. They won't be missed given how bad their crimes were." Matt shrugs. "Sid got the white-collar criminals. Shrika got the ones who think they're hot shit but nothing but small fry and fun to play with. Willie looks after the metahuman criminals. Jason and Charlie got the females that are also dangerous. Charlie is good at breaking them down. As for me, the Warden gives me control over how to run this area. He told me to have fun with it and let him in some tournaments. Here and there. After all, we're the prison that makes the worst inmates beg for death and fear for their lives at the same time."

"So...." Wade begins. "What about Cobin and Lex?"

"Oh, those two. Cobin helps with the injuries and sometimes does organ donations. Lex makes sure nothing escapes his sight if something happens. He is usually with Dazai for protection. Though, Pete handles the surveillance of the place."

"Anyway....I will let get in just about...now." Matt goes to jump over the railing. "Officer Knack!" Wade cried. Matt held his hand up, "Not to worry. I'm fine, I got this."

"Ryunosuke. Are you done with your fill?" Matt asked as Ryunosuke heard his voice and attacked with Rashomon. Right away, Matt smacks the trend away with a powerful hit.

"!" Ryunosuke widens his eyes at this. What the?

'Surprised?" Matt asked. Ryunosuke can't help but smirk, "Actually I am. I am going to have a fun time killing you, you damn guard!"

"Go ahead and try! Let's make this fun!" Matt grins as his eyes glow ready. Thus, the battle between the Killer Night and the Hellhound commenced.

To be continued....

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I'll write one sentence of a fic for every emoji in my inbox (until tomorrow 9AM EST)

I added 3 sentences, 28 words to the gift raffle fic

AND 61 sentences, 509 words to Authenticity, which I forgot to put on the list! So here's a short pride-themed chapter for Authenticity! I'm also counting this as today's pride month drabble.

Summary: Wild and Warriors spar. Warriors learns something new about Wild.

My gender and sexuality experience is directly related to my autism, and now so is Wild’s!!! :D. 509 words, fluff and dialogue

Wild lowered his sword carefully. His muscles felt warm and he was breathing hard from the exercise. It felt good.

“Nicely done. You catch on quick,” Warriors said. 

Warriors was teaching Wild some sword drills at Wild’s request. Wild had gotten a vague memory of sword drills recently; he didn’t remember much detail, but he knew the repetitiveness of the exercise was calming. 

“Might be muscle memory,” Wild said with a shrug. “Plus, they’re patterns, which I’m good at.”

Warriors smiled. “That you are.”

Wild was about to sheath his sword when Warriors spoke again. 

“How about a spar?” Warriors asked. Wild looked up in surprise. 

“Spar?” Wild asked.

“Yeah, you know. Old-fashioned practice fight, man to man. We won’t actually hurt each other, but it’s good practice,” Warriors said. 

“Can it be man to person?” Wild asked. 

Warriors’ head cocked to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not a man, so can the fight be man to person? Or is that against the rules,” Wild said. 

“You’re not… Wild, are you coming out to me?” Warriors asked. He lowered his sword and stepped closer to Wild. 

“Oh,” Wild said. He felt heat bloom across his cheeks and he knew his ears were going bright pink. He was so comfortable in his identity, and everyone in his Hyrule already knew. It must have slipped his mind to tell the others.

“I guess I forgot to mention that,” Wild said. He shook his free hand to get out the awkward feelings and began swaying side to side. 

“Have we been using the wrong pronouns? I’m sorry I ever offended you in any way,” Warriors said. 

“No, no, you’re fine. I still use he/him. I don’t feel any sort of connection to gender, and changing pronouns sounds too hard and scary, so I just use he/him,” Wild explained. 

“Are you sure? If you’re worried it would be too hard for us, don’t. It should be about whatever you’re most comfortable with,” Warriors said. 

Wild smiled and shook his head. “Trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot. Flora tried some others for me, and the change felt wrong. I use he/him, but I’m still not a man. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect sense,” Warriors said immediately. Wild felt his smile grow and a warm, happy feeling replace the tightness in his chest from the stress of having to explain his inner feelings. 

“I’m actually trans, too,” Warriors said. 

Wild perked up. “Really?” 

Warriors chuckled and nodded. “Sure am. Trans man,” Warriors said.

“Cool!” Wild said. Warriors chuckled again. 

“Now, how about that spar? Man to person,” Warriors said. 

“You’re going to regret this,” Wild said. He was only joking, which Warriors caught on to. Warriors bent his knees and got into an attacking position. 

“I don’t think so. You’re going down,” Warriors taunted jokingly. 

Wild brought his sword back up and easily fell into a stance his body remembered more than his mind did. He took a deep breath to center himself, then lunged forward into battle. 

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Another Samuel's egg related drabble.

The egg had only been laid two weeks ago. And Pentious was becoming more and more anxious. This was a understandable thing as this was the ever egg he had laid that had a actual child in it. He was concerned that his lack of knowledge in this area would hinder the baby growing inside the eggs growth. And yes, there was a big part of him that was just very, very excited to meet his child.

Because of this constant state of anxiety, it was starting to bleed over to other hotel residents.

"How long does it normally take snake eggs to hatch?" Angel asked. "Because Pen's constant going back and fourth is starting to get to me."

Charlie was already on her phone to do a quick internet search.

"It looks like the usual time frame is fifty-seven days." Charlie said. "And it's been two weeks since you laid the egg so that's.. fourteen days."

"That means around forty-three days left." Vaggie said.

"That's if the egg decides to keep to a schedule." Husk added in. "Nature shit is weird. Doesn't always stick to what's expected."

Husk was right about the fact that the egg was not keeping to a schedule. Though not in the way he had thought it might not. As was nature to be unexpected.

There were two more days to the projected hatching date. And Pentious was pretty sure that he was going to lose his mind from the waiting. He was finding himself at the egg's side for hours, waiting for any signs of hatching. He had the fore sight to have books to read and tea to drink on hand. Though Charlie had started making sure any tea Pentious got was of a less caffeinated variety. The snake sinner was jittery enough as it was.

While Pentious was in his quarters, Vaggie found Charlie in the parlor. The princess of hell was writing something on notebook paper with great vigor.

"Working on a new exercise?" Vaggie asked her.

"Yes!" Charlie said, pausing in the writing long enough to lift her pencil up. A gesture behind her answer. "I'm thinking tomorrows exercise will be on helping others."

Angel, on the couch and cruising some social media feed on his phone looked up at the mention of the exercise.

"This is about the dishes in the sink isn't it?" Angel asked.

"Yes." Charlie replied.

"Hey, I just assumed Nifty liked doing the dishes. It's her job right?" Angel asked.

"It's more about where I've found dishes left then about washing them." Charlie said. "There was a stash of dirty glasses found in your room."

"Not the worst stash to find when it comes to angel." Vaggie said. "I know there is one last drug stash but I can't find it."

"And you never will!" Angel said with a cackle.

Vaggie was about to let Angel know just what she thought about that when a yell got everyone's attention.

"It's hatching!" Pentious cried.

Everyone hurried up to Pentious's quarters. A good thing too because Pentious was already so over whelmed with what was happening. He needed a bit of support to keep from dropping to the floor. Husk was the one to get first and catch him.

"Hey. It's okay. Just breathe." Husk said.

Everyone else was gathered around as well. Mostly everyone. Alastor was in the room but watching from a space a bit further away from the rest of the group.

Pentious's reached for the nearest hand to squeeze. That happened to be Angel's. Angel let him.

The hatching process took some time, but eventually the child had fully hatched. And now everyone could truly see what the child looked like. The snake body was not at all a unexpected feature considering his father. What was a surprise were the rooster features.

One had to guess rooster anyways as their was a rooster comb on top of his head. Six three pairs of eyes embedded in the comb. That and and the two eyes on his face seemed to be the only eyes on him.

There were wings on his back. Small ones that clearly he would never fly on. And they would be feathery at some point it seemed. There were also signs that there would be tail feathers growing in down the baby's tail.

There was silence amongst the group.

"Pentious? Are you okay? You're kind of quiet." Vaggie asked.

Pentious blinked, as if out of a daze, then smiled.

"I'm a father." Pentious said in a soft voice.

The tone was very much of awe.

The others gave Pentious space as he leaned over to the new child. The baby noticed Pentious and looked up at him. That alone brought a soft smile to his face. The child had his eyes.

"Hello there little one! I'm your father." Pentious told the newly hatched baby.

The baby blinked once. Twice. Then started to try and slither towards Pentious. He did not have far to go as Pentious scooped up his son into his arms. The child settled right in, some instinct in him letting him know that he was safe.

"Awww! This is so precious!" Charlie said, unable to keep herself from tearing up from how sweet this scene was.

"Have to admit, kids adorable Pen." Angel said.

"Any of the names you put on your list fit for the new kid you think?" Husk asked.

Pentious nodded. "I've decided on Samuel for his name." Pentious said.

Samuel, as it was now decided was his name, yawned. A understandable thing. Hatching was hard work. He would rest for awhile. Pentious holding him and still amazed that he now had a son.

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Fight To Get Back To You

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♡ Pairing: Eddie/Reader ♡ Genre: General ♡ Word Count: 620 ♡ Warnings: mentions of deaths related to forest fire ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing to get me inspired about writing again. They'll mostly all be tiny drabbles. This is Day 1: Emotional Reunion.

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It was nearly three in the morning in the city of Los Angeles. You should be asleep as you have an early shift tomorrow, but you haven't been able to sleep a wink. Instead you were up, pacing around your living room as you waited for your boyfriend, Eddie to walk through the door. He had been gone for a week, having left with the 118 to go assist with a massive forest fire that was raging down south.

This wasn’t the first time he had left to go assist another state with a fire, but you had been watching the news about it and there had been multiple casualties. You couldn’t help but worry that with each day gone, he, himself might become one of them. Christopher had been worried too, yet surprisingly calm about the situation. You assumed he had simply adjusted to dealing with all the worrying about his father. Eddie had been a firefighter for many years, but the two of you had only been together for half a year.

Your relationship was going amazingly, though. The two of you having found a love in each other that was very special. Christopher had accepted you, too – and together the three of you had become a budding family. This was why you were staying with Christopher while Eddie was gone; something you were very thankful for as he truly made you feel everything would be okay.

Eddie had called this afternoon to let you know the 118 would be in late tonight, but was on their way back. He had told you not to wait up, that he would wake you when he got in, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to see the man you loved after worrying about him being out there in that massive fire every single day for the past week. 

But, as the hours ticked on and on without him returning, the sleepier you were getting. You were about to give up and crawl into bed, when you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. 

You looked over in surprise as Eddie walked through the front door quietly, still in his uniform and carrying a duffle bag. He looked exhausted, his shoulders hunched and his eyes downcast. It took him a moment before he even noticed that you were there.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Eddie asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Is everything alright?” 

You didn’t say a word, only moving towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. 

“You’re home. I’m just so glad you came home to us,” you whispered.

“Mi amor, of course I came back. I told you I would,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you in return. “Have you been worrying? You're shaking like a leaf.”

“I’ve just been so scared, I saw other firefighters getting lost in the blaze and I just kept thinking that could be you and… I just couldn’t bear that.”

“Shh, shh, baby, I’m here now and I love you,” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. “I will always fight to come back to you and Christopher. Always.”

“You promise?” you whispered, head pressed to his broad chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly.

Ever so gently, he brought his thumb up to your chin, prompting you to look him directly in the eyes, “I promise you, darling. Now, how about we get to bed? I want to be up in the morning to make breakfast for Chris before school.”

“Okay,’ you said with a smile, feeling reassured and happy at the thought of the three of you being together again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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hmmm i've got this idea in my head like can i request a drabble for wakasa with a s/o that he loves dearly but until an accident happened which caused them to have amnesia, forgetting him too?? how will he react? will he stay away or finds ways of getting them to remember him again?? 🤔

I tried my best but Wakasa isn't easy. I hope it's still ok for you~

Empty. Your head felt empty and yet millions of thoughts were running at the same time. Your head hurts. Where are you? You tried to open your eyes. It was difficult but slowly and steady they opened. White. Everything in front of you was white. What happened? You had no idea; your surroundings didn’t give you any clue. The rhythmical peep of machines entered your ears. A hospital? Panic. You started to panic and the annoying peep sound fastened. “Calm down!”, a voice called out and you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Everything is ok, y/n!” Who is this? you wondered when a face entered your sight. Who are you?

After a nurse and a doctor dotted on you and your initial shock was calmed down you sat on your hospital bed, the stranger on the chair next to your bed. It was uncomfortable. Everyone was patient when they told you that you got into an accident. You had been lucky they said, no major injuries. Apparently you hit your head causing you a loss of your memories but there is always a possibility they would return. Amnesia. You didn’t know what to think or feel. You didn’t know your friends, your family and most important you didn’t even know yourself. It feels wrong. You moved your hand, held it in front of your face and moved your fingers. In your own body and yet it feels not normal. “What are you doing?”, the stranger asked. Your movements stopped but you held your hand in place, while focusing on an imaginary point on your fingernails you asked: “Are we friends?”

“You can’t remember me?” You shook your head and dropped your hand. “We are friends.” It might be your imagination, you didn’t trust yourself enough to believe you could estimate his reaction, but to you he sounded hurt. The whole day the stranger, you found out his name was Wakasa, stayed with you and answered some questions about your life, your past and yourself. When the visiting time was over he left you, promising to come back tomorrow.

That night you couldn’t fall asleep. While you had a rough overview about yourself you can’t get rid of the feeling that Wakasa hid something important from you. The bags under your eye felt heavy when your friend returned on the next day. “For you.”, he said and gave you candy; his favorite he told you. His eyes looked hopeful as he watched you eating but even if you let out a pleased sound it didn’t bring you any memories. Chewing on his own candy, Wakasa couldn’t help to feel disappointed. It wasn’t your fault and he didn’t blame you yet he had hopes for everything to return back to normal.

The initial distant conversations slowly turned into playful ones full of teasing and laughter. Day by day he was by your side, brought you some of his favorite candy and spent his time with you. Occasionally he would tell you more about your life and yourself but for some reason he never said much about your friendship to him. You were friends and used to spent lots of time with each other, so much you knew but whenever you asked deeper, he would get more distant or even leave for the day. “Don’t force yourself too much.”, is what he would tell you. Wakasa didn’t know what to do. Was it time to leave you? Was he putting you in danger? Accidents will happen, with or without him, and not all of them are gang related. Was this his way to find an excuse to stay with you? He was getting frustrated, eager to feel your love again but he didn’t want to pressure you, knowing you would force yourself and put up an act to try to imitate what might have been normal before the accident. To you he was still a new friend so he would wait and hope. If you won't remember he will create new memories and slowly make you fall in love with him again.

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Entry 7 - Summer of Vulnerability

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts (glimpse of ex-boyfriend!namjoon)

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life

series of drabbles/one shots

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: okay so here goes y/n remembering his ex!joon also will never get over of in the soop yoongi! can’t wait for the new season. Thank you guys for reading! 🙈

word count: 2,546

Went home from the grocery and some of their wines are on sale so you got carried away and bought 8 bottles and to your surprise, Yoongi’s cooking steak. “oh my God!” You exclaimed as soon as you saw him cooking in the kitchen with paperbag of wines in your arms. Yoongi looked at you with a confused face.

“Did you just read my mind or what??! There’s a sale on the corner deli and…” raising both of your hands as if surrendering, “okay don’t judge me yet but i got a little carried away.”

“A little carried away? You looked like the world’s going to run out of wine tomorrow.”

He smiled on your disclaimer and shaking his head as he paid his attention back to his steak.

“No.” You sighed. “Nothing went my way today, not at all—but i dont want to think about it. I’m psyching myself out of it you see, or better yet i’m drowning myself on these babies.” As you drank your first glass empty. “My eternal companion, the love of my life…”

He turned to your direction, only to see you hugging the bottles of wine that you bought.

He turned to your direction, only to see you hugging the bottles of wine that you bought.

“Come on clear the tables, your babies are not going anywhere.” He declared as he puts down 3 steaks and some aglio olio with honestly way too much garlic because it’s Yoongi.

“I didn’t saw you made pasta also. I am so happy now.” You happily exclaimed as you took a bite of your new favorite steak. “But why the 3 steaks? You hungry?”

He sat in front of you, filling your glass with wine and his too.

“You need food before you chug them all up. I’m not gonna clean up your mess. So you better get it together today. I tell you.” He scolded you.

“Sure sure.” As you immediately devour the pasta he made.

One bottle of wine down. He let you listened to a ‘sketch’ he’s been working on lately. Carefully studying your already flushed face for any reaction. He does this sometimes, ask for your opinion even though you have zero idea about music and producing or anything related to that for that matter.

All he considers is whether you winced at the melody of it, or you nod and eventually smile as it goes. But this time you’re just staring blankly in your wine glass, circling it repeatedly as the sketch ended at exactly 2 mins and 19 secs. And when it ended you looked straight at him.

“This looks like it’s almost done right?” You commented. “Yeah.” As he gulps on his wine, emptying another glass.

“And you wrote the lyrics also?” He nodded.

You looked away and sighed. “It’s too beautiful—Sad and in pain, feels tormented also but beautiful.”

He blinked several times at your words. You’ve heard several of his sketches before and you’d just always say, ‘it sounds good, but Yoongi—i have no idea about music. Zero.’ But he’d let you hear it anyway for couple more times and he’d smile at your ignorant reactions.

This time however, doesn’t seem like a laughing matter. Something about your words got his heart beating faster and he has no idea if its just the amount of alcohol he has consumed by now or just you.

You clinked on his empty glass. And asked, “You want more?” He nodded. And you poured him another. “Remember the girl, I introduced to you before?” You stopped and think for a second and it dawned to you. “Hell yeah, I remember.”

“She’s actually my ex-girlfriend.” He declared.

“Well that I did not expected. The ex part. I can tell though she looks really special.”

“Well, we’re together for a while. But now we’re just co-workers for this debut song of a girl I told you about before. That’s why she was here also the last time, we were looking through old sketches that I have after the meeting. We actually finished that quite early. ”

He never really talked that much about himself. He’s good at talking about work, which for you is already more than enough. You know that despite your living situation, he’s not really obligated to get personal if he doesnt want to. And besides, you also don’t want to. Your end of the rope for sure is scared of any form of vulnerability anyway—so you’re not expecting or demanding that from anybody else.

“So you’re just co-workers now?”

“Yeah, I think so. I really don’t know what I feel.”

“Well, relationships are messy my friend.” Raising your glass of wine as if to cheers and chugging it in one go.

Not sure of what to say next but he looks like he’s in mood to talk but the topic looks too sensitive to even crack a joke so you continued drinking despite the eerie atmosphere.

“If you dont mind me asking, what happened?” Yes, despite your immense effort to hold yourself back. Like any other novel you read, you have this eager feeling to know how it ends. Your mind is literally shouting, ‘But I gots to know!!’

And so you asked. Half fearing for your life for being too nosy and half expecting that you might be up for a good story. Elbows resting on the table, with your chin at the palm of your hand looking eager to hear the story.

“We’ve been together for a while”

“Yeah, you said that already.. and that she’s a song writer. I figured.” Unconsciously saying your thoughts out loud.

“You wanna tell the story instead?” He teasingly reacted in a straight face.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud… I literally said that in my mind and my mouth just burst it open. They both can’t coordinate that well. I’m sorry. You may continue…sir. Please don’t cut my head off.” You love teasing him.

“You’re drunk.” He was pointing out the obvious by that time, after two bottles of wine.

“Yes she’s a songwriter. They said before thay she’s the words to my melody. Well… before.”

Something about those words just made your heart ache. Frowning in his words you continue to listen.

“We’re together for about 2 years? And then on and off after…. She cheated on me, slept with another producer from another company. I really thought that was the end but after that i still accepted her. I don’t know why.”

“Aigoo you dumbass solider of love. And then??” Continuously frowning in frustration led you to keep on drinking.

He has no plans of actually telling this story tonight, it just poured out. You’re just one of those people that actually listens. He has seen you before, how intensely you focus on a movie or in a book that it bothers you for day. You love hearing stories and your willingness felt like a safe space for his unspoken scars.

“She keeps coming back to me and I keep accepting her. That’s it.”

With a confused look on your face, “I don’t get it.”

“Like you said, relationships are messy.” He’s obviously trying to close the topic already but that’s not going to stop you—you never stop midway of the story. This is not how it ends.

“Messy is one thing, toxic is another. And since when are you a coward? You don’t strike me as one. Really.” ‘Yeah i was.’ Yoongi thought in his head. Words are just literally pouring out of your mouth by now, drowning yet another glass. Yoongi opening your forth bottle.

“Boy, I bought the wrong alcohol tonight, tequila would’ve been perfect.” You declared as he pours you a refill. He laughed at this comment, he kept wondering sometimes how easy it is for you to make him laugh.

“No but all kidding aside… Hard question coming in, Min Yoongi. Do you still love her?” Looking right at his eyes and him staring back at you as he answered. “No, we broke up a month before I moved in here.”

‘That’s quite a while, at least 9 or 10 months now…’ you thought to yourself

“Yeah but having been broken up doesn’t mean that love is gone. It’s not a switch you know.”

“I know. And I wish it was, she’s was a big part of my life I’m not denying that and maybe she always will be. But I’ve changed, she has changed—we’re no longer the same people that we were in the same relationship where I keep questioning my self worth. That’s done now, over. Love took a turn, and it doesn’t look the same anymore. We’re just co-workers now that’s all.”

You like the way he said it. Being no longer the same people that they were. You nodded in his statement not sure what to say next and also feeling a little dizzy.

“I gotta pee.” You suddenly declared and stood up, ran in small steps to the bathroom with Yoongi smiling at you and shaking his head.

And when you got back, he got you a warm water on your favorite mug.

Your thoughts are all over the place when you’re drunk, like you said—your mouth just spills it all out.

“You know what, this is all very brave of you. Being friends with your ex, I can’t imagine.”

“Why? Can’t you?” Staring blankly and holding onto your mug, eyes blinking fast in this question.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never really done it before, I’ll let you know if I can.”

You’ve been staring hard on your mug contemplating on his question. He gently touched your hand that’s been holding your mug and said, “Just drink your water.” And pulled it away as soon as you looked like your soul has comeback to earth.

“Can’t I…?” You repeated the question again, and this time out loud.

Hands underneath your chin and resting your elbows on the table. Yoongi is just staring at you, hands in his cheeks—thumb underneath his chin, not even sure if you can even see him. “I hate your question.” You looked at his eyes this time and said that and he just smiled and when he did, you narrowed your eyes. “I hate your smile too.” And this time, he gave you an even bigger one, those gummy smile. And whenever he smiles at you like that you just can’t help but grin in return.

You chugged the water and showed him your empty mug.

He got up and put the rest of the unopened bottle of wine back to the fridge just to prevent you from opening yet another. With his back facing you, arranging the couple of bottles left unto your fridge.

“Yoongi-ah, I know and I love how we respect each other’s privacy and all but just in case things get too heavy. I’m always here, you know. I mean, I’m really glad about today.”

He looked back at you, hands underneath your chin again and eyelids looking all heavy.

“Same goes for you, I’m always here…” And he turned his back again, “fixing you some food and light bulbs.”

And that statement made you smile. “Indeed, my friend. Indeed.”

He went back to the table and grabbed your wine glass and emptying it for you.

“So you wanna talk about how nothing went right today?” You sighed with your eyes closed.

“Maybe next time, my friend.” You stood up from the dinning table, offered to clean the rest of the dishes but Yoongi insisted that he’d do it instead. So you just nodded and slowly creep back into your room.

“Thanks for today, Yoongi.” You thanked him before you go, peeking behind the wall near the counter and he just smiled at you, cleaning gloves on and started washing the dishes.

Minutes later, you shouted from inside of your room.

“Hey i’ll be in the bathroom for a while. Hope you’re already done using it.”

Yoongi didnt answer. He’s already in his room.

You sat in the tub filled with water that is too hot for anyone else but not for you. Head all dizzy and pounding. It’s 2 am and nothing is more comforting than the silence of it all. Alcohol keeps you awake, more than coffee ever does. The dizziness, the feeling that is drilling in your head, makes it hard for you to sleep. Despite the fact that you always drink. You always drink on an empty stomach though, just so you’re sure you would pass out and not have a hard time sleeping.

But tonight you can’t say no—Yoongi made dinner and as much as you hate how you’re having a hard time now you don’t regret it. The question he said, still lingers. And you know your answer to this, you can’t.

Along with the headache, comes the memories you rarely remember—there are just some special days where somehow the guilt and regret still comes to you in waves, together with conversations you long to let go.

“You can’t be serious?” Joon said, voice cracking with hand on his hair in frustration. “But I am.” With a straight face you answered, “I can’t marry you, Joon. I don’t want to have kids and I know how much you want to have children.” Feeling the desperation in his face and actions, he held your hands close and hugged you. “I love you, I want to marry you. We don’t need to have kids immediately, that’s years away. We don’t have to even worry about that now.” It hurts you to seem him this way, yes both of you may be young—maybe you will change your mind but there’s no guarantee to it. You held onto his shoulder to see his face, tears kept rolling down his face and you keep wiping it off one by one. You’ve thought about this even just a year into the relationship, with all the dad jokes and tiny little shoes he kept in his room. He’s going to be a wonderful dad you thought—maybe not just to your kids because you don’t want one.

The most wonderful man in the world just asked you to marry him a few minutes ago, and now he’s crying on your shoulder in defeat. While you can’t even bring yourself to cry, everything about this just made you numb. You just know you’re doing the right thing. Keeping him by your side with a promise of a future you can’t guarantee is not what love is. You loved him—even much so that you could ever admit.

With the knock on the door, you went back to reality.

“Hey you in there?” His voice echoing at 2 in the morning.

“Yeah, I’ll be here still for a while. You need it?”

“No, it’s okay.” He quietly said, as you heard his footsteps getting farther away.

moodboard sr: x

[miekasa]

eren comforting his s/o during a bad mental health day

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: fluff, obvious mentions of symptoms of bad mental health (ex: depression, anxiety), eren might not know exactly what he’s doing but he’s doing his best

↯ author’s notes: hello! i wanted to try this out in headcanon form, because i’m not too sure i could have pulled it off as a full one-shot or drabble, but i hope you liked it :)

↯ more notes: this is the third time i’m posting this bc for whatever reason, it didn’t show up when i answered it under an ask earlier :( i hope it works now

If you brought up any of your previous history with mental health or past bad days, Eren would definitely be able to empathize even unknowingly. He’s had his fair share of bad days and childhood trauma that’s affected him, but he’s almost... oblivious (?), if that’s the right word, as to just exactly what those words mean in relation to him.

Say you explained how something was making you feel depressed or down Eren would nod and listen, but his internal monologue would be like “Wait that’s a sign of depression??.... Hold on a minute, now...”

So, he knows the feelings, but not necessarily the technical terms, but that’s more than enough for him to be able to empathize with you and help in his own way.

If you told him outright you were feeling sad or just generally down, he’d probably ask more specific questions to try and understand more.

If it’s just a general sad feeling, he strikes me as the type to be like “Okay, that’s okay. We can just have a sad day, and try again tomorrow, no problem.”

If all you want to do is laze around and avoid your responsibilities, just for a day, Eren will do the same with you.

He knows that eventually you’ll have to get around to doing the things you have to do and that life will go on, but for now if all you really need is bad takeout and a Netflix marathon, then so be it.

While it might be difficult for him to express his feelings into words, he’s a great listener, so if you want to just rant, he will listen actively and enthusiastically, and probably chime in with his own two cents every once in a while.

Becomes extra affectionate, and if you don’t like that kind of stuff, he’ll do it on purpose anyways just to get a smile out of you.

“Eren, stop trying to bite my cheek!” “I am trying to show you my LOVE!!!!” “How is biting me loving??” “It’s MY love language!! Now let me love you!!”

Eren could probably be a professional cuddle buddy, so if actual cuddles are what you need, you’ve got the right guy.

He also will not leave you the hell alone, but like, out of love. If you have a tendency to bundle up within yourself, Eren will shadow you and force you out of your shell.

When I say shadow, I mean he will literally hang off of you like a leech and render you immobile until you speak to him or tell him what’s going on.

If you express that you really do just need some alone time and space, he won’t physically hover around you but he will, like... text you even if he’s sitting in the same room.

Will send you a funny video, or a link to some cute animals, and even an obscure meme that only he and Jean would understand, but he’s hoping will make you laugh anyway.

Again he’s kind of oblivious and maybe a little dumb but in a well meaning way... boyfriend Eren is kind of a himbo in the best way LOL

“I can’t really cook but I made you some mac and cheese...? Girls like mac and cheese, right? Plus, Armin said it’s comfort food.”

He’ll laze around with you on days when you need it, but if it persists, he knows he has to try to gently re-immerse you into daily life and get you active a bit.

He’ll ask you to cook with him, do his hair despite the fact that he doesn’t have anywhere to be, beg you to come to the store even if he doesn’t really need anything; but his favorite method is to get you to play video games with him.

“Babe please!! Jean ditched me and I need a partner to kick his ass in duos!! Pleeaaaaaseee!!”

He knows you’re not great at video games, but that’s okay, because then he gets to sit you in his lap and teach you everything!! And in the end, even if he does kind of (completely) carry you the entire game, it does help to have been up and concentrating on the game rather than spiraling in your own thoughts. Plus you beat Jean.

Eren will sing your praises and tell you how proud he is of you and cover you in kisses — he’s talking about the game, of course, but his words also hold true for how proud he is of you on a regular, daily basis.

[babyboibucky]

i wanna know what would bucky do in valentine's day when reader tells him that she feels lonely because everyone around her has a s/o and she's just watching them (totally not self indulgent pfft)... can you pls give me something? 🥺💗

I love you so much, Elif and I can totally relate to this so like I promised, I'll make a proper drabble out of this with College!Bucky!

-

You and Bucky agreed to keep romance out of the way after your friendship turned into something more. No weird shit, no nothing. Although the dynamics changed, with the both of you being more intimate with each other, it was only limited to that. There was no holding hands, no carrying your bag while walking, no flowers and definitely no pet names.

It was working well, given that you didn't want any commitment at the moment too. But then everybody around you seemed to be getting into relationships or into the dating scene, which was something you noticed when Valentine's Day was right around the corner.

The previous years, you either spent it with Wanda or Bucky like any other normal day. Go to the mall if it fell on a weekend, stay in for movie night (romcoms were not allowed) or just hang around the campus and judge every Valentine's Day effort by rating them from one to ten.

This year proved to be different though, because it fell on a Sunday and no one seemed to be available to spend it with you. Not that it was obliged, but given the traditions from the past few years, you always spent it with someone.

Wanda's boyfriend Vis flew in from the UK, so they have been together since Friday. Bucky was out of the options because his mom asked him to come home to help out with their house renovations. Steve obviously had Peggy to celebrate it with and Sam decided to try one of those speed dating events set up by one of the university's active organizations.

And that leaves you with no one.

You should be fine, you didn't like grand gestures anyway. You weren't a big fan of the holiday anyway, so you stayed in and scrolled through your Facebook and Instagram accounts, only to be bombarded with images of couples, teddy bears, roses and all that shit.

Steve posted a story of him and Peggy out on a date at an amusement park. Wanda uploaded a photo of her and Vis during lunch. Even Sam seemed to have met someone at the speed dating thingy, posting a photo of a beautiful red-head in his stories.

It was unlike you to feel a pang of jealousy that most of your friends had their special person to celebrate the holiday with. But you felt lonely, you admitted to yourself. You hated how you were feeling but it was the truth.

You felt lonely and alone.

when u coming back?

You knew Bucky wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, but you texted him anyway. You didn't receive a reply.

Sulking alone at your dorm definitely eased the loneliness, given that you fell asleep. You were planning to sleep again but then you noticed something odd on top of your bedside table. Then you heard shuffling noises and whispered curses.

You sat up on your bed and rubbed the sleep off from your eyes. Bucky was in your room, his back turned to you while he was sticking poorly shaped paper hearts on your wall. On the floor were blankets and pillows forming some sort of a fort. The odd thing on your bedside table was a mini projector, you realized.

"Buck?" you rasped out.

"Oh shit, you're awake!" Bucky hissed, turning around to face you.

"The fuck are you doing? And I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow?" you asked again.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck before shrugging, "I got your text and knew that you might be, you know, feeling...things." he explained.

"And I know we said no romantic shit, but can we make today an exception?" he asked sincerely, not an ounce of mockery or whatsoever.

"You wanna celebrate V-Day with me?" you asked.

Bucky rolled his eyes, "I would've celebrated it with you annually but you often hung out with Wanda."

"So are we gonna fuck or what?" you asked.

Bucky made a face, "No. I mean, I would love to. But I don't want my efforts to go to waste. I wanted a movie night, I even bought cheap popcorn for us." he said.

You merely stared at Bucky before taking in your surroundings. He really did all of this just because he knew how you were feeling on this day. Just by reading your text. It didn't even give away that much, you just asked him when he was coming back and yet he instantly knew what you needed.

"Thank you." you whispered.

Bucky grinned, "Happy Valentine's Day!" he greeted, handing you a paper bag.

"You bought me a gift too?!" you asked, snatching the paper bag.

"Not really. Well. Just open it." he said.

Opening the paper bag, you saw Bucky's grey hoodie that you loved to wear.

"I didn't wash it because I know you like how it smells. I mean, technically, I did wash it and then I wore it yesterday and then removed it. It's not dirty, if that's what you're worried about." he reassured.

You chuckled, "Ugh, whatever. Thanks, Buck. I appreciate this." you smiled.

Bucky went into the blanket and pillow fort, waiting for you sit next to him. You fixed the projector and decided on a movie before connecting your phone to it.

Just as when the movie was about to start, you realized something.

"Bucky, the popcorn." you said.

"Oh yeah, let's pop it."

"We don't have a microwave here."

-

THIS GOT SUPER LONG?????? LMFAO BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS????????? ANYWAY ILYSM MWAH

[shig-a-shig-ah]

omg hello!! i saw ur requests open & i was so excited i love ur work so much!! 🥺😭 i was just wondering if u can write a soft dabi comfort fic/drabble where the reader is struggling with piles of work & being emotionally drained?? if u want to 👉👈 it would mean lots thank u sm!!

Yessss I love some soft Dabi! This got kinda long because I can relate hard to piles of work & being emotionally drained (thanks grad school!), and reader is lowkey a grad student here for that same reason. And, uh…the first part of this might be loosely autobiographical, lmao. 

» pairing: dabi + gn!reader

» wc: 1k 

It’s not your proudest moment, crying on the kitchen floor because you dropped the food you’d just microwaved, but here you are. And these aren’t a delicate sort of tears either—no, it’s the entirely undignified, end-of-your-rope type of crying, the kind that has you hiccupping while snot runs down your face, the sobs intensifying every time you catch a glimpse of your ruined meal still splattered on the floor.

The indignity only worsens when you hear the sound of a key in the door, followed by heavy boots clunking across your apartment, and then a low drawl.

“What’s going on in here?”

When you finally glance up from the floor, you see Dabi crouching in front of you, cerulean eyes flicking between the mess on the floor and your tear-stained face, his lips turned down into a frown.

You try quickly to brush away some some of those tears, rubbing at your eyes and wiping your nose on your sleeve, your face heating up at what a mess you must look. But Dabi doesn’t tease, only lifts one warm hand to stroke at your cheek, keeping his voice low and soft as he speaks.

“Why are you crying on the floor, baby?”

“I’m…I’m just tired,” you manage to choke out. It’s an understatement, honestly; you feel exhausted to the bone, entirely drained mentally and emotionally, but you don’t even have the energy to explain in any more detail. “And then—” You gesture to what was supposed to be your dinner.

Dabi nods slowly. He doesn’t really need you to explain, already knows how hard you’ve been working. Twelve hour days writing or studying, and still always feeling as though you’re barley keeping your head above water. He doesn’t even pretend to understand half of what you’re doing—that world is far too removed from his own for him to grasp completely—but he knows it’s important to you, and that you constantly feel like you have to prove yourself. Those things, at least, he can relate to. 

He knows the toll it takes, constantly feeling like you’re not good enough.

“All right,” he says, and then he’s scooping you up in his arms, letting your tear-streaked face nuzzle against his chest. “C’mon.”

You don’t pay any attention to where he’s carrying you, only looking up once he’s setting you on the edge of the bathroom sink, unraveling your arms from around his neck and leaving you sitting there, blinking stupidly, as he turns on the shower. He tests the water, adjusting the knobs a couple times until he’s satisfied, and then he’s hooking his knuckles under your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll go get you something to eat, okay?” he says. “Something better than that microwave shit.”

You shake your head, still sniffling slightly. “I still have a lot of work I need to—”

“Uh-uh. What you need is a break.” He dips his head to trace his lips lightly over your jaw. “Now I’ll get in there with you if I have to,” he murmurs, “but it’s probably better if I work on getting you fed. Have you even eaten today?”

“I had breakfast,” you mutter, and Dabi rolls his eyes.

“That must’ve ten hours ago, at least. Take a break—you won’t be able to do anything if you don’t take care of yourself.” His gaze is soft but his tone is stern, and you nod. “Good.”

He places a chaste kiss against your lips, lingering just long enough to make sure you actually get in the shower, and then he’s slipping out of the bathroom, the sound of the front door shutting audible not long after.

You don’t even hear him come back in, zoning out after only a few minutes. Dabi was right to suggest a shower, apparently—you feel much better after washing your face and letting the hot water loosen your muscles, cramped from sitting hunched over your desk all day. When you finally emerge, he’s is unpacking takeout containers from a plastic bag, and the mess you’d left in the kitchen floor is gone.

He points wordlessly to the couch, and you sit, accepting the takeout container he hands you gratefully. You smile when you open it; it’s your favorite dish, from your favorite takeout place down the street, not something you’d expected him to remember, but apparently you didn’t give him enough credit.

“Thanks,” you mumble, but he just waves at you to start eating.

It’s been days since you’ve seen each other, and you feel bad simply devouring your food in silence, but you hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the food was right in front of you, and it’s all you can focus on. Dabi doesn’t seem to mind though, he’s watching you closely, a satisfied half-smile on his face.

“You look like you could use some sleep,” he says once you’ve finished, but you shake your head.

“I wanna spend some time with you while you’re here, at least,” you pout. As exhausted as you are, you hate the idea of going straight to bed. The two of you get so little time together as it is.

Dabi thinks about it for a moment. You really do look like you need to sleep, but the slight pout on your face is too cute to refuse, and he figures it can’t hurt if the two of you just relax together for a bit. He’ll just make sure you sleep in tomorrow, throw the alarm out the window if he has to. Your work might be important, but it’s not worth killing yourself over.

“Fine,” he says, “scoot over.” Then he’s situating himself next to you on the couch, tugging you into his arms and letting your head fall to rest against his chest. “Movie?” he asks, and you nod.

You let him choose the movie, content to relax against him, his chin resting on your head and his fingers toying with your own. He places a kiss against your temple as the film starts to play. “You feeling a little better now, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, snuggling a little more into his warmth. “I am.”

[rent-a-bat]

Drabble #2

Promt: #100 “I’m yours”

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Requests open

A/N: I may have gone a bit overboard with this one, but once I started I couldn't stop. Just beware, this is full of angst, I tried to make this happier for him, but you know how it is.

I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

You were sitting on your bed.

The same place you've been for the last 12 hours. You haven't moved since you got there, haven't even eaten, the knot in your stomach making it impossible to keep something down or think about food and the knot at the back of your throat, too busy keeping the water from your eyes to do the same with another.

The clock marked 3 in the morning, which meant you only had 4 hours left if you wanted to rest before work. If you wanted. You weren’t sure you wanted to work tomorrow, you weren’t sure what you wanted at all. Not since that last text.

Your work at the Bank of Gotham had you busy for the last few weeks, and today you could finally get home early, free to enjoy the weekend, not that you wanted it that much. Jason had been out on a mission for three weeks now, making the extra hours at work feel like a blessing if it meant not going back to the apartment you both shared, cold without his presence. Long missions always made you worry, not knowing how he was and if he was okay. In his line of work there were always risks, you both knew it well, too well.

After changing out of your work clothes and making you dinner, you finally sat down on the couch and relaxed, keeping you busy with Netflix before going to bed. A few minutes into your second episode, your phone rang. Groaning internally, hoping it was nothing work related, you opened the message to a picture and a single question.

The force with which your hand gripped your phone you were sure was gonna break it. The message showed a photo of Jason, arm in arm with another girl, a pretty girl, walking into one of the jewelry stores on the other side of town, and the question “Is this your guy?”, right at the bottom. The text came from one of your coworkers and friends, so you were sure it wasn't just some random person trying to hurt you.

It hit you like a bucket of water. You knew Jason had friends, all kinds of friends, doing what he does is part of the job, even if sometimes his personality didn't help. So you knew about them, boys and girls he could call that, he’s talked about them. And that was the thing, you talked. Talking has always been an important part of your relationship and it wasn't just talking, it was about building trust. You always talked the truth, you had agreed on that since day one, since he decided to trust you with his secret identity, letting you choose between staying with him, or leaving, trusting you with that knowledge and that you'd keep it safe, regardless of your choice. That's why telling you everything was crucial if you were dating a vigilante, if you were dating him, being truthful with each other, which meant telling you what you needed before missions, how long he'd be out, if he could talk and if he would be going with someone, it was his way of showing you he cared, that he loved you.

And last time you talked he was still on a mission, out of Gotham, but he had assured you he was coming home before Monday, so seeing this on Friday wasn't something you could easily take.

The buzz of your phone took you out of the hole your mind was heading. Your friend had followed him inside and the photos they sent were like a stab to the heart, each digging deeper and deeper until you were sure your heart was bleeding right there. He was smiling, broad and unbashful while she was trying pieces of jewelry. And the girl, she was pretty, younger than you, her dark hair a compliment of his and her small frame made them look like a perfect pair. She looked comfortable with him, the way someone did when they knew the person, the kind that took time, or trust. You were sure you weren't the jealous type, but the way he smiled, how he seemed to be laughing with her, it reminded you so much of the way he did the same with you. The ease of their relationship, different from yours.

You couldn't finish your food after that, you went straight to your room and sat on your bed, the loneliness of your home now fitting to how you felt, which took you to now. You didn't want to believe that, not wanted to believe that, so you stayed up thinking about it, what to do, how to broach it. You needed to hear the truth from him.

Ignoring the time, you reached for your drawer, taking out the burner phone he had given you for whenever you wanted to talk when he was out.

Minutes passed before you finally pressed the calling button, each ring on par with the beat of your heart until you heard the sound of his voice as he answered.

“Hello, y/n.” The softness in his voice when he said your name was threatening to unravel the knot you were trying so hard to keep at bay.

“Hello, Jay.” your voice was barely a whisper, fearing the tears might come out if you spoke louder and make him worry. But even if you tried you couldn't keep him from noticing it.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” His concern was making everything harder, were it not for the photos, you would have been sure it was real.

“Nothing happened, just.., I was missing you, that's all.” You tried to keep your posture. “Hey, Jay? When are you coming back?”

“Uhmm, I'm not sure y/n. The mission with B. is taking longer than I thought, uh, I'm not really sure when I'll be back. I'm sorry.” Lies. They were all lies. He had lied to you.

“It’s fine” The control you had was breaking. “Please, stay safe.” You needed to end the call. “I love you” Now.

“I love you too, y/n”

The moment the call ended you finally broke. The one thing you promised, shattered by mere words. You cried until your throat hurt, you cried until your eyes burned and every breath came harder than the other. You cried until it was the last thing you did before falling asleep.

You called in sick the next day. You didn't want anyone to see you, and if he was really back, you didn't want to see him.

The home you had both shared now felt wrong. Its walls pressing on you, telling you how you were no longer his, no longer welcomed. You had to get out.

You took out a suitcase from the bottom of your bed. His bed now. Quickly filling it with enough things to last you until you could find a new place, for now you guessed a hotel was enough, you had enough money saved and a stable job, the only problem was getting a new place in such a short notice.

When you were sure you had everything you might need, you headed to the door. Leaving your suitcase on the floor you turned around to take a last look at the home you had both shared, now just a reminder of what you lost and what he did.

Life must not have been done playing with you, for when you opened the door, the last person you wanted to see appeared in front of you.

"Jason." His name left your lips before you could stop yourself.

"Y/n." Your name said so softly, like he couldn't believe you were really there, it had been a long time after all. He was standing before you, the smile on his face making you hurt all over gain. His fist in midair, like he was about to knock.

"Surprise?" He asked, brows furrowed looking at you and the suitcase on the floor.

"Uhm, did I miss something?"

“I'm leaving” you said, grabbing your suitcase. "I'll be back for the rest later."

"Leaving? Where?" Confusion tinged his voice.

“Look Jay, it's fine. I kno- I know you had your reasons. You just didn't know how to tell me.”

"Y/n, I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go back inside so we can talk about this." He moved, trying to get you both into the apartment. You raised a hand to stop him.

"It's fine. You don't have to do this. I already know."

“What?”

"They saw you, Jason. With… her. Yesterday, remember?" The way his face paled was worse than anything.

"Y/n…"

"So what I'm saying is that I'm leaving, I don't want to interfere with anything. You are free of me. Free to do whatever you want..., or whoever you want."

"No. Y/n, let me explain. That's not… it's not like that." His voice pleading as he reached for you, making you flinch, hurt flashing on his face at that.

He took back his hand, fingers tightening into a fist at his side, stepping back. It pained you seeing him like that, but he had hurt you too.

Gathering all your resolve, you started to talk again before you lost the courage to do so.

"Not like that how, Jason? Not like you were out with someone else? Not like you lied to me about not being here yet? About how the "mission" was taking longer, while all you were doing was going around with someone else?" You huffed, shaking your head, not wanting to look at him. "All I want now, is to leave."

You pushed past him on your way out when a hand on your arm stopped you from moving further.

"Jason, let me go." You said, not daring to look back.

"No. Y/n, just…"

"Please!" You almost shouted, still not looking back.

"Y/n, look!" The tug on your arm and the tone of his voice making you turn around.

On his hand was a single blue box, the other still on your arm, keeping you from leaving.

"What is this?" Your voice wavering as you reached for it.

"Open it." Both of his hands went to his pockets as he stepped back, giving you space while you did it.

Inside the box were a pair of rings, a simple silver band and a smaller more elaborate one with a single gem in the middle. The styles were different but you could tell they were meant to be a pair.

Your confusion must have been clear on your face, as he spoke before you could ask. "It's for you. For... both of us."

Still not understanding you lifted your face to look at him, your eyes landing on his. His expression was clear on his face, he was opening to you, letting you see how vulnerable he was right now, only to you.

"Last mission made me realize how much you mean to me, and how I don't want to be apart from you." He reached to grab your hand, and this time you accepted the gesture, firmly grasping his as you touched.

"And so I hurried to finish early and came back home. I wanted it to be a surprise, that's why I didn't tell you" he rubbed at the back of his head. "But now I see how that wasn't the smartest thing to do. I know we agreed on the truth and I should've told you." He rubbed your fingers as he rushed through his words.

"I'm really sorry, y/n. Please, believe me." That last thing said so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to him.

You pondered through his words, this was the truth, the whole truth, no cover-ups, no white lies, the pure, absolute truth. And you believed him, but the main question remained.

"And the girl… who was she?" You asked slowly.

"Ah…" he covered his face, his ears and cheeks going pink. "She's… my … sister"

You lifted a brow. There's never been a sister.

"You have a sister?"

This was the only thing you never talked about. Family was a hard topic for him, and you respected his privacy. The few things you knew were purely coincidental, occasions where you met his brothers by chance. He introduced you to them and that was that, you knew he would tell you all when he was ready, so now hearing about a sister was a bit shocking, but you understood.

"Her name is Cassandra. Cass. When I told her about you and how I felt, she offered to help me pick something for you" the fondness in his voice warming you up.

"She's not the best at words, but her actions speak a lot, I guess that's why we get along so well."

He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. Instead, you placed the open box back on his hand.

"Would you help me put it on?" Relief washed over him, the smile he gave the brightest of them all. It was full of love, just like the one you gave back.

"I'm yours, y/n" he said as he slipped the ring on your finger. "Now and forever."

"And I'm yours, Jason. Always will be"

A whisper between the two. A promise you both made, sealed with a kiss.

[xxsycamore]

(REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED)

I’m so happy to announce that I’m opening requests for the first time!

- All of these are going to be short drabbles of Explicit genre (Smut, so Minors DNI) 

- You are choosing from the two prompt lists featured in my Kinktober event (link); you can also find them under the cut! 

- You must choose a number from the kink list. They go in pairs, so I need you to specify which one you want. You may also choose both, if they are compatible. 

- Additionally, you can choose a number from the dialogue prompt list, if you want to. 

- You can ask for one character, two if you’re requesting for a threesome. 

- You can ask for: Character x MC; Character x Reader (gender neutral or female (if unspecified); Character x Character (M/M) 

The format is: Pairing + [number from the kink list (one or both, specify)] + [number from the dialogue prompt list (OPTIONAL)]

example: Chevalier x MC + 22. ( Overstimulation) + 13. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” (pls feel free to request this exact thing, it turned out hot LMAO) 

-  Don’t request: Obviously, I’m not writing a piece with characters that are blood related in any way + other general criteria. 

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- FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS I’M WRITING FOR:

- Ikemen Vampire: All characters (+ Charles, Vlad, Faust)

- Ikemen Revolution: All characters (+ Dean, Dalim, Mousse and Levie) 

- Ikemen Prince: All characters (ENG released) 

- Midnight Cinderella: All characters 

- Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Masamune and Shingen only 

PROMPT LISTS UNDER THE CUT: 

KINK LIST:

1.           Guided masturbation | Temperature play

2.           Somnophilia | Cockwarming

3.           Sexy lingerie | Not wearing lingerie

4.           Shower sex | Bathtub sex

5.           Scent kink | Accidental stimulation

6.           Pet play | Dry humping

7.           Oral fixation | Breath play

8.           Touching under the table | Bend over the table

9.           Size difference kink | Switching

10.         Public sex | Exhibitionism

11.         Fear play | Predator and prey

12.         Maid/butler fetish | Glove kink

13.         Voyeurism | Mirror sex

14.         Striptease | Clothed sex

15.         Goofy sex | Handjobs

16.         Shibari | Wax play

17.         Against the wall | Uniform kink

18.         Nipple chains | Nipple play

19.         Biting/Marking | Hair pulling

20.         Vanilla | Aftercare

21.         First time | Unexperienced character

22.         Crying | Overstimulation

23.         One night stand | FWB

24.         Creampie | Breeding

25.         Hate sex | Orgasm denial

26.         Gun play | Knife play

27.         Face sitting | Deep throating

28.         Spitroasting | Double penetration

29.         Body worship | Massage

30.         Sensory deprivation | Begging

31.         Sexual roleplay | Supernatural traits

DIALOGUE PROMPT LIST:

1.           “Try not to make a mess.”

2.           “I suggest you take tomorrow off after what we’re about to do tonight.”

3.           “Do you need me to stretch you out first?”

4.           “Take it off. Slowly.”

5.           “I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.”

6.           “Are you sure you forgot to put on panties on accident?”

7.           “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

8.           “I don’t care if it’s too much, you’re not allowed to cum.”

9.           “Do you know how hot you look right now? It’s really distracting.”

10.         “I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

11.         “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”

12.         “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

13.         “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

14.         “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.”

15.         “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

16.         “No, no, this is about you. Lay back and enjoy.”

17.         “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?”

18.         “Oh you think I wouldn’t? Watch me.”

19.         “If we both can’t sleep, why not do something fun instead?”

20.         “Care to explain what were you doing in my room?”

21.         “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

22.         “God, give me the patience to wait until we’re home.”

23.         “We don’t have the time to take this to bed.” “Who said it has to be in bed?”

24.         “Fuck me, ravish me, please just do something already!”

25.         “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

26.         “Doing this feels dirty…” “Because it is.”

27.         “I know you can fuck me harder than this…”

28.         “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.”

29.         “Let’s call this off already. You know, make up, make out…”

30.         “Why don’t you two settle it with a competition and I can be the judge?”

31.         “The night is still young.”

[anna-hawk]

Tumblr Writers Q & A

Tagged by the awesome @darlingshane

1) How many complete fics/oneshots do you have but haven’t published yet?

5, hopefully 6 by tomorrow. I'll be posting them soon 😉

2) How many WIPs do you have?

12, and I'm only counting the docs that already have a few paragraphs written or have a clear out line. Otherwise, it would be 20.

3) Do you take requests, write original fics, or both?

I love writing out my ideas, but that being said, I'm always happy to get requests. As I've mentioned before, though, I often don't have the time or energy for it anymore. The request would have to hit right with the mood I'm in that specific moment, and it might take a long time until I do it.

4) If you have requests how many do you actually have?

I don't know if they count as requests, but in the poll I made a couple of months ago, I left a free space for people to give me ideas/suggestions. Some of them I might actually write, so I'd say 5.

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Currently, 4-ish: Daredevil/Punisher, Detroit: Become Human, Stranger Things, and Jon Bernthal. I'm counting my Fratt fics and my JB reader ones as different fandoms.

6) Are there any fandoms you used to write for?

The first fic I've ever posted was for the Harry Potter fandom, but I seriously doubt that I'll ever write for it again. Reading, yes. Writing, no.

Teen Wolf. I wrote one fic for it, but I've fallen out of the fandom after falling into other ones. I might go back to it someday because that OTP is still one of my favs ever.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or OC?

Mostly reader insert, but more and more ships. I love creating OCs for the stories, but not for the main character.

8) Niche fandom/Characters you write for?

I guess any smaller role or less known movies that Jon has been in like The Mute or Brax or Swaino.

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

I do, but muuuuuuch less than I used to. I miss it, but writing has taken up most of my spare time.

10) Favorite genre to write for?

I love some good angst, but with a good dose of fluff. Hurt/comfort? It's honestly a big mix of a lot of genres.

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

Slow burn, Coffee shop (or anything food related) and Enemies to lovers. Mix them all together, and it's fanfiction heaven for me, both in reading a writing.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

Start writing? I don't do anything special to trigger my motivation to write. It's either there or not.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

Fantasy/historical. It's not really that I don't like/want to write them, but anything that has a bigger world building or a specific language is something “too big” for me. I like staying in modern time.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

I think that a lot of the people who read my fics or follow me here, mostly know me for my reader inserts. Meaning that my ship fics don't get as much attention, when it's something that I want to write more of.

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I've been writing fanfiction even before I was aware that that's a thing. I wrote my first reader insert for Hugh Jackman when I was around 17. Ah, good cringy times XD. If I count that, then 18 years… Ouch! Posting, since 2018.

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

It was the only thing I did, tbh. I've always read a lot, but fanfiction took over my whole reading time. Before becoming a mom, you could find me sitting anywhere with my e-reader and making my way through who knows how many open tabs.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites?

I mostly post on AO3. I only post the shorter fics/drabbles here.

18) what do you personally consider the wordcounts of "Drabble", "One-Shots" and "Fics"?

Personally? I think Drabble would be anything under 1k. In my head, a one-shot is something that you post in one go, no chapters. I'm aware that some people can post a 90k fic with no chapters, and that isn't a one-shot in my head either. So, let's say, up to 20k I consider a one-shot. The rest are fics.

19) Which do you prefer to write more?

One-shots. I want there to be some plot to the story without it taking forever to get to the kissing, if you will. Yes, yes, I know that The Teacher and the Deputy makes this sound like a big ol' lie XD.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued?

I'll say 2:

There's one that I haven't posted but planned to, before I changed my mind for reasons and stopped working on when I was nearly done.

I posted the first chapter of a reader insert with The Mute, but I doubt that I'll ever finish it.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

How Tumblr works. It's not only for writers, but it's two I could think of right off the bat. I guess it still counts.

Not being able to find your posts/fics on your own blog despite knowing that you used a specific tag.

In the same line, posts don't show up when you go hunting through tags. It's a shame for new people who want to share their writing.

It's not only an issue here, but in general, the lack of engagement on fics and other content.

Longer fics that don't have a cut (I don't like super long posts and scrolling through them).

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

Starting 8.30pm when my kids are asleep.

23) Do you listen to music or ambiance/noise to write, or do you need total silence?

I sometimes write in total silence, but generally, it's with movie soundtracks, or with no-talking ASMR.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

For drabbles, I come up with a general idea and write towards it. It's made for funny moments because I just write whatever comes to mind. For longer fics, definitely. All the time. You see me cooking? I'm actually thinking about a particular scene and how I want it to go. I overcooked pasta not too long ago because I needed to write something down on a doc on my phone before I forgot that new idea… XD

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I don't really schedule anything. It doesn't work for me. Except when it's for an event, of course (Spring Fling @bernthirst-events is nearly here ;)). It has happened that when I'm done with a chapter or a complete fic, I can get too eager and post it straight away. Only to realize the next day, that I've missed a lot of typos and other stupid stuff, despite editing as I write.

Tagging (if you want :D): @jessarioferebor, @gamingaquarius @neonponders, @coffeeboy900