#This is. Ugh. I'm really not fit for this kind of stuff.

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[yesimwriting]

oh my god yes i'm very much interested in a drabble about my favourite besties kissing as besties do!!!!!!!!

the one that i really can't stop thinking about is the "i trust you more than anyone else" stuff like it's me and you against the world i'm such a sucker for that!! especially since felix is surrounded by people who wanna be close to him all the time and as easy going and open as he seems with anyone, it's of course on an entirely different level with reader

ugh the intimacy of it all makes me melt i love them😭😭

you get the vision!!

also had to start off a little angstier than usual bc the bestie kiss ™️ is only justifiable if both of them are upset enough to be more focused on being close than anything else, y'know

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The taste lingers. The bitterness infects all it touches, poisoning you from the inside out as you down the drink that some guy pushed into your hand a few minutes ago.

A familiar warning briefly flashes to the front of your mind. Don't take drinks from strangers...especially not drinks that you didn't see them make. One of a hundred safety rules that you usually adhere to.

You've never really under the self destructive urge after drinking thing. Maybe it's just being tired. Maybe it's just this.

You wipe at your eyes with your palm, only remembering the products you had so carefully applied to your skin a few hours ago after the fact.

"Are you--" A familiar voice cuts through the music. You blink once, but it's not enough to force your eyes to adjust, so you try again. After screwing your eyes shut for a second, you can finally make out the person in front of you. Annabel. "You don't look like you're doing too good."

Your irritation has nothing to do with her, and yet seeing her standing there, effortlessly flawless with a slight edge that just fits here, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. But that's not her fault, so as stabiliy and politely as possible, you answer, "I'm...fine."

She regards you for a moment, eyebrows pinching together in uncertainty. "Why don't we find Felix, yeah?"

Why does everyone always assume that Felix is the solution to all of your problems? "I'm okay," you try again, voice a little more certain, "really."

Annabel still doesn't seem too convinced. She turns her head, scanning the crowded room. It doesn't take long for her to find Felix. It never does.

He's sitting on a loveseat that's been pushed towards the edge of the room. A few people are standing around him, a girl is sitting on the chair's arm, her legs swung over his lap.

"And he seems..." You force your face to remain neutral as your eyes finally land on him. "Busy."

Annabel looks back at you, her lips pressing together. Her expression only adds to your unease. "He wouldn't mind. It's you."

You shake your head, the motion adding to your slight nausea. Usually, you wouldn't think twice about sticking by Felix's side. Especially in this kind of setting, but after the words the two of you exchanged earlier, everything feels off its axis.

You're not used to fighting with Felix. It's such a foreign concept that the strange tension that had you walking away from him earlier probably doesn't even constitute an actual argument. But it's enough to make you feel out of place.

Swallowing once, you force yourself to focus on Annabel. "I think I just need some air." Annabel's still regarding you with uncertainty. "I'll be back in a minute, and if I feel sick or anything, I'll go get Felix." She doesn't move until someone calls her name. "Go. Have fun. I'll see you."

Annabel nods once, giving you a polite smile before leaving.

The door is near where Felix is sitting, which means there's no leaving without walking past him. There's enough of a crowd around him that him not noticing is a likely option, so you feel safe crossing the room.

You push your way through the room, eyes trained on the ground to help your balance. It's also a good excuse to not look at Felix as you reach the door.

There are stragglers--a group of girls chatting and giggling in front of the door, some guys doing shots, a girl in the middle of a phone call that looks painful.

You walk around the side of the house until you find an empty section of the sidewalk. The party feels far away here, even though the only thing dividing you is a few cars, a mailbox, and a streetlight. You sit and let yourself pretend that the bit of distance you've managed to create means something.

You could actually leave. Sure, this is a slightly off campus house party, but it's only a few blocks away from the street that'll take you to your dorm. You did walk here, but that was when you were focused, sober, and you had Felix with you.

But that's--you brought cash. You think. Maybe you should call a cab. It's not the worst idea. You drop your attention to the ground, instinctually searching for your purse.

Ugh. Your purse. Felix. You gave it to Felix.

Okay, you're still an independent person. This is probably for the best. It's never a good idea to leave a party without at least telling the person you came with, and this way it won't be a big deal. You'll ask for your purse so that you can call a cab. He probably won't even care.

You just need a minute to get it together. Then you'll be able to go back in, tap Felix on his shoulder, and get your purse. He won't even have to get that girl off his lap.

It is such a double standard. Felix completely forgetting about you is perfectly fine, but you talk to one person that isn't more Felix's friend than yours at one of these things and that must mean you're trying to replace him as a best friend.

Maybe you've been deluding yourself, convincing yourself that your friendship means more than it actually does. The thought makes it hard to breathe right.

"It's cold out."

Your palms press into asphalt as you snap your head to find the source of the sound. Felix. A lump wedges itself in your throat. "I'm fine." He takes a step forward. "I just wanted some air."

You turn your head, forcing yourself to stare ahead. Soft footsteps, the crunching of asphalt echoes, somehow sharper than the music coming from the house. Felix sits.

He's farther than he usually is.

You lift your hands, taking your time brushing your fingers against your palms to get rid of the debris that indented itself into your skin. "You um--you have my purse, right?" You fold your hands against your lap. "I need my phone. I--I need to call a taxi."

"What?" His voice doesn't come out angry, but there's a flatness there that burrows deep into the pit of your stomach. It almost feels disappointed. "Why?"

You squeeze your hands together, "I want to go home." You still can't look at him. "I want to go back to my room." Your voice starts to crack on the last word. Nails instinctually dig into your knee.

Felix sighs, angling himself towards you, "You don't have to do that." His voice is soft, cautious. "If you want to leave, I'll take you."

"No," you shake your head once, attention still focused forward to keep him from noticing the fact that your eyes are now watering. All of this feels so dumb, so small. Why are you almost crying? "It's okay, you're having fun, I can get back by myself."

He lets out another breath, moving his arm so that his hand sits between both of you. "You're drunk."

"So are you."

A beat of silence that feels like an attempt at admitting that he's more than just drunk. You saw Tyler--or Trevor, or maybe Timothy--wandering the halls. Some guy whose name you can never remember because he only shows up at the end of nights, when you're too out of it to do much more than just be happy. He's known for carrying--and sharing--harder stuff.

Not that you'd know. There's nowhere that Felix won't take you, nothing that he keeps from you. That's part of the beauty of your friendship, the lack of judgement. But Felix isn't fond of you participating in everything all the time.

If you ever show interest in anything on a night that Felix isn't feeling too sure about, he'll offer to get you whatever you want later, when it's just the two of you. Maybe you'd mind his concern if you cared about getting high more.

You can feel Felix's stare, the weight of his full attention. "You don't actually think I'm going to let you go anywhere alone, after drinking, in the middle of the night."

There's a patience there that makes it hard to sit still. You turn your head, finally looking at him, "I'm fine. I can--" You cut yourself off with a slight sniffle.

You wipe at your face with the side of your palm. Felix's eyebrows are pinched together. You don't know what to make of the way he's watching you. Felix lifts his hand, fingers finding their way against your jaw before you can move. "You're upset."

Pressing your lips together, you try to force yourself to look as neutral as possible. "I'm fine." He doesn't move. "You should go back to your party, Felix."

"The party?" His expression briefly contorts in confusion. "I don't care about the party." Your vision is starting to blur. "There are other parties. You're crying." Felix shifts his hand up your face, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek.

You try to take a stabilizing breath, "It's not a big deal." You will yourself to move, to rely on him less. "I don't think I'm going to be any fun tonight, you should go, and I--I'll talk you tomorrow."

He frowns. "You don't have to be any fun." Felix shouldn't have to coddle you. Embarrassment and guilt further knot your stomach. "If you want to sit here, we can sit here. If you want to go inside, we can go inside. If you want to go home, we'll go home."

"Earlier," you manage, focusing on keeping your voice as even as possible, "When we--" Tears pool in your eyes, something at the back of your throat constricts. "I didn't--I don't know--"

You're not making sense, forcing out fragments of thoughts that don't work together. Felix seems to understand anyway, his thumb grazing against your cheek. "We don't have to talk about that now." You nod slowly. "If you still want to go home, let me take you."

You attempt a full breath, "But what ab--"

He tilts his head in a way that makes it feel like he's telling you a secret, "If you ask about the party again, I'm calling you delusional."

You roll your eyes. It's a relatively lame threat, but it serves its purpose. The corner of your mouth tugs itself upwards, your lips pressed together to hold in a partial laugh. "Okay."

Felix's hand slips from the side of your face and finds a new place against your shoulder. "Yeah? Let's go then."

He stands first and then extends an arm to help you. His stability makes it easier.

There is no laughter or pausing on sidewalks to try to hold onto each other. The two of you are quiet, but Felix does keep your fingers intertwined the entire way back to his dorm.

You don't think to question where he's taking you until you're in his room. "Felix." The walk had been good for you, the fresh air and time to gather your thoughts providing enough of a reprieve for you to get it together. "I want to go to sleep."

"Yeah," he mumbles, "I know, I'll get you your favorite shirt."

Your eyes focus on the ground. "I think I should sleep in my room tonight."

Felix sighs, turning away from the door. "You're trying to leave again."

The accusation only half makes sense, but there's a quietness to his voice that gets to you. All the nervous, alcohol fueled energy is coming back with a vengeance. "When have I ever left you?"

Felix scoffs, the sound bitter. "You left me tonight." If his voice was any less raspy, any less urging, you likely would have laughed. He's the one that got mad at you. "You just--you walked away from me. Like I didn't even matter to you."

The a thinly veiled sadness there that almost feels nervous. He can't meet your gaze. The pride encouraging you to stand still bleeds from you. Without its heat, its fire, there's not much keeping you stable.

You move forward, footsteps cautious. "Felix." You stretch a hand forward, fingers brushing against his forearm. He doesn't move. "Of course you matter to me. So much." Your fingers bend around his wrist. "You're my best friend."

He turns his arm. Your body tenses, preparing for his rejection. Felix's hand squeezes yours. There's a tension in his hold, but you embrace it all the same. "You walked away from me."

You take another step towards him, freehand finding his arm. "That's why." He sets a hand against you waist. The contact is firm, unforgiving. There's still hurt, but the only thing more unthinkable than holding on is letting go. "What you say means so much to me, because you're my best friend." His fingers press into your side. "And you were upset--and there were so many people--" Tears prick the corner of your eyes. "And I couldn't do that there."

"No." He squeezes your hand. "No, don't--don't cry, we're okay." As if to prove his point, Felix pulls you closer. The movement's too sudden for you to keep your balance on your own. You tighten your hold on Felix's arm. "Still my best girl, yeah?"

This is nowhere near the closest you've ever been to him. He has a hand on your hip, but that's far from the touchiest he's ever been. It shouldn't--he shouldn't be this distracting. It takes you a second too long to remember to nod.

He angles his head downwards, his cheek finding a place against your shoulder. Felix's breath is warm against your neck. "Wouldn't leave me."

You nod, moving your hand to rest against his back. Felix relaxes against you. It's not easy to stay stable with the alcohol still in your system and Felix's weight on you, but you manage.

"No." You mean it so much it almost hurts to get out. You'd never walk away from him. There's nothing like your bond with Felix. You could talk to him, be around him forever without feeling drained. "Of course not."

Felix turns his head, brushing his lips against your neck. "Stay over, then?" The question is soft, fragile. It'd be smart to create distance. If tonight's proven anything, it's that you're too attached to him. "Please?"

You smooth your knuckles against his spine. "Okay." He presses a kiss against your shoulder. "Yeah. I'll stay."

He hugs you even tighter. "No more tears, alright?"

You squeeze him back. "Alright."

For awhile, the two of you stay like that. There's nothing left to say, and that still manages to be comfortable. Silence is never uncomfortable with Felix.

He eventually shifts to place a kiss against the side of your neck. "We should get ready for bed."

You hum once in agreement. Neither of you move. Things are simple when you factor out the rest of the world. Things are easy when it's just you and Felix.

An overwhelming wave of fondness brings you back. As gently as possible, you start the process of untangling limbs. Felix pouts at you, expression drowsier than before.

Your fingers carefully brush his hair out of his face. "I need to change."

Felix fully straightens. His hand finds the back of your head. He pulls you towards him, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Okay."

He lets go of you before walking towards his dresser. Felix opens the top drawer and finds your usual sleep shirt. You take it before entering his bathroom.

Going out outfits are cute, but there's something about the moment you get home that immediately forces every ounce of discomfort to hit all at once. You shed the restrictive layers before pulling Felix's T-shirt over your head.

You swear there's some kind of rich guy secret to keeping clothes this soft. A combination of fabric, fancy detergent, and some third thing that's reserved for those in the know.

You turn on the sink, ready to wash what's left of the night off of your face. Felix has never gotten rid of or moved anything you've left in here. What's left of your buzz has you more emotional than usual, making the evidence of your life in his space heavier than it should be.

The feeling is good and bad all at once. Your attachment to Felix is the kind of thing that can only come from fully understanding someone. But there's an inherent danger in knowing someone like that, carrying about them like that. Especially Felix, who has everyone so he doesn't need anyone.

You splash some more water onto your face, attempting to shake off any lingering angst. You don't want to dissect your friendship until it eventually falls apart into nothingness.

When you finally step back into his room, Felix is sitting on his bed, back pressed against the wall. He's managed to change into pajama pants, but seems to be struggling with everything else. His shirt's half unbuttoned, and his fingers are actively working at undoing the rest of them. Felix's movements are slow and clumsy as he tugs on the fabric.

Wow. Maybe you were right to think he was high. "Hey." He looks up at you, hands still attempting to pull apart his shirt. There's something endearing about the clumsiness. He drops his head back down to refocus."Do you--uh--do you need help?"

He angles his head to one side, a smile playing at his lips. "Are you asking to undress me?"

Heat burns through your chest, leaving you hollow. You approach his dresser, leaving your neatly folded outfit on the wooden surface. "Figure out your own shirt."

"No," his sigh is light, almost a laugh, "'M kidding." Your glare only seems to add to his easygoing mood. He smiles, dropping a hand to pat the space next to him. "Come here."

You give in with a sigh, crossing the room and sitting at the foot of his bed. He reaches forward, briefly squeezing your shoulder before returning to work on his shirt. It's hard to watch him stumble through undoing a single button, just to have to start the process all over again.

You pull your legs onto the bed, turning to fully face him. Your knee is pressed against his thigh.

"Lovie," he hums, as if your presence is some kind of revelation.

"Felix." He grins, hands releasing his shirt in favor of trying to grasp your arm. "Wait--" His fingers wrap around your wrist. "I'm--trying--" He pulls your hand towards him, placing a kiss against your knuckles. You laugh. "I'm trying to help you."

He tugs on your arm. His pull isn't harsh, but the unexpectedness of it paired with your buzz makes it enough to throw off your balance. Your freehand presses against the mattress in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Felix laughs, tugging on you again.

Fighting your own fit of giggles, you instinctually push yourself onto your knees in an attempt to regain some control. Felix gives you a second to find your footing. You gently pull his hand off of your forearm and set it on his lap. He frowns.

You extend your arms, placing your hands on his shoulders. Part of the reason for it is to help keep you stable, the rest of it is to keep him focused. He looks up at you, eyes pools of hesitant affection. "Stay still."

He lets you reach for his shirt. "Y'don't have to, I'm okay."

Shrugging, you continue to work at unclasping his buttons. "It's okay, I like helping you."

You unbutton the few buttons that are left. "Better?" Felix nods. "I'll get you a pajama shirt."

Before you can get far, Felix grabs your hand. "We're..." He focuses on bending and straightening your fingers. "Good, right?"

There's something soft about the question, almost shy. "Yeah." He turns over your palm, tracing the lines etched into your skin. "Of course we're good." You adjust, crossing your legs beneath you to sit down.

"Honestly, I was thinking about it, and part of the reason I was upset is because..." This is harder to admit than you thought it'd be. "You seemed really okay without me, and that--I don't know. It's dumb, because I really do want you to be happy, but it made me feel a little replaceable, I guess."

"What?"

You sigh, dropping your attention to your intertwined hands. "I know, I said it was dumb." You pause, eyes darting up to look at him. His expression isn't judgmental or like he needs space. You can't fully read his expression, but nothing about the way he's looking at you feels unkind. "I only mentioned it to be honest, I don't like the idea of keeping se--"

He pulls on your arm again, this time his hold a little firmer. You're closer now. Felix's other hand finds your hip, anchoring you in place. You're too confused to do anything but blink at him.

Felix lets go of your arm, fingers finding their way beneath your chin. He angles your head so that all of your attention is on him. Your lips part, a half thought out question is on the tip of your tongue when Felix leans towards you. His lips meet yours.

You're still, shock and something a lot more electric rendering you in capable of anything else. This isn't the first time Felix has pressed his lips against yours. He's affectionate, especially when drinking is involved. He'll brush his lips against yours after taking a shot together, or just because at the end of a long night. It's not an everyday thing, but it's happened from time to time.

This--this isn't that. He's lingering, lips parting so that his teeth can graze against your bottom lip. Felix pulls away just enough to look you in the eye. His thumb brushes across your cheek.

"You're my best friend." Felix's words are so urging, so pleading you nod before you can think. "Best mate. You're the--the only one that gets me. Really gets me." His hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you back to him.

Any sense of hesitance vanishes the second time he kisses you. He's all consuming, lips dragging against yours with a desperate patience that's dizzying. It's disorientating, the desire to be that much closer to someone when there's no way to get there.

Felix's hand finds your back. He pushes you towards him. There's no good way to oblige. You try anyway, shifting your weight back onto your knees. Felix pulls you forward by your waist. You're too focused on him to realize what's happening until you're on his lap.

He takes his time letting you go, teeth tugging on your bottom lip. "I trust you more than anyone." Felix leans back in, placing a quick kiss against your lips. "You're not replaceable." He squeezes your shoulder. "You know that, right?"

Still breathless, you nod. He's watching you with so much patience, so much care it's almost hard to bare.

His thumb smooths circles against your shoulder. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

You lift his hand off your thigh to press a kiss against the back of his palm. "Yeah, lets go to bed."

He squeezes your shoulder once before letting you go. You move off of his lap carefully.

Felix sits up enough to push his shirt off of his shoulders. Your eyes instinctually fall to his sheets. "Do you want me to get you a shirt?"

"Why? Distracted?"

You roll your eyes in an attempt to the fact that you are struggling to look at him. "Shut up."

He grins as he pulls back his sheets. "M'okay." You take the opportunity to slip beneath the layers of fabric. Felix waits until you're settled to crawl beneath the sheets. "It's warm enough, even with you stealing my blankets."

"I do not," the sentence is more of a mock gasp than anything else. Felix shifts onto his side before collapsing his weight on you. "Felix."

"What?" He rests his cheek against your chest. "This is the only way to keep you from taking my sheets."

You sigh, feigning annoyance as your fingers find his hair. "Rude. I'm a great bed sharer."

Felix lets out a partial laugh against the side of your neck. His hand finds your hip. "You are pretty great."

Your hand trails down towards his back, nails grazing against the bare skin. "You are, too."

Silence stretches between the two of you for so long you assume that he's already fallen asleep. Felix has a talent for drifting off in the blink of an eye.

"Lovie?" He whispers the term so lowly you almost convince yourself the sound is a figment of your imagination.

"Yeah?"

You can feel the shift in his breathing. "It's you and me--just you and me, when it comes down to it." His thumb brushes up and down your side. "You know that."

He relaxes as your fingers trail down the start of his spine. "Yeah. Of course I know that." A part of you feels naive for believing his words so easily. He's too adored to just be your Felix at the end of the day, and yet-- "Just you and me."

Felix leaves an open mouthed kiss against collarbone. It's the kind of warm that leaves goosebumps breaking out everywhere the contact can't be felt. "Good."

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[fushipurro]

My Neighbor, Toji

☆ Synopsis: Moving to a new apartment brings all kinds of frustrations as things go inevitably wrong. Though in this case, the frustrations you hold are deeper than a misplaced box or broken A/C.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, some fluff, smut, dom/sub, creampie, foreplay, vaginal play, blowjobs, dacryphilia?, nipple foreplay, exhibitionism, biting, scratching, pet names

☆ Word Count: 2.4k

"Ugh, why'd I have jam so much into this stupid box."

It was your first day at your new apartment, and what an awful time of year to be doing this. It was mid summer and hot as hell, sweat practically pooling off the back of your neck even when your hair was tied up off of it. While the walk from your moving rental to the 2nd floor all the way to the end was not at all fun in this weather, the apartment was just how you liked it. Small, cozy, and even had a nice balcony you were excited to adorn with plants and string lights. Even better was that your apartment only had one neighbor next to you so hopefully that meant a better chance of peace and quiet.

"Need a hand?" a deep voice resounded from behind you, startling you as you failed to lift one of your heavier boxes. You turned to face a man that blocked out the sun with how tall and built he was. Practically squinting trying to get a good read on his face. Before you could respond, the man reached over and lifted the box with ease into one of his arms.

"Uh, thanks, you live here?" you said, hoping this wasn't some stranger about to make off with your stuff. In this heat you'd give up before even trying to get your stuff back.

"Yeah, I'm Toji. Couldn't help but notice you since it looks as though you're movin' in next to me."

"Nice to meet you, Toji, I'm y/n."

The two of you walked up to your apartment with a few boxes in hand and set them down in what will eventually become your living room/bedroom once you've had a chance to unpack and buy some furniture. Toji noticed how much it seemed you were trying to not pass out from the temperature and work and asked that you just stay inside to start unpacking as he brought the rest of your stuff in. Once it was over and the sun was finally setting, you offered him a glass to quench his thirst and a wet towel for the sweat.

"I don't know what I would've done without you, Toji. Definitely wouldn't have finished this fast."

"No trouble, y/n. I couldn't let a pretty girl such as your self struggle out there alone."

Jeez, as if the heat wasn't enough! you hadn't even replied yet but your blushing face was enough to get chuckle out of the man. Seeing him now under the golden hour sun was completely different without him blocking it like an eclipse. This man is hot, like REALLY hot. His hair was dark and his eyes were rich as they radiated warmth, the scar on your lip left much to think about. His body definitely built for the work he was doing and more. He was older than you by a bit for sure but took plenty care of himself.

The two of you simply looked each other over for what felt like days, while the look of you with sweat still dropping off the tips of your hair and body may not make you feel like a model, it certainly was doing wonders in his eyes. Not to mention your loose fitting clothes for the season. The appeal of him with a towel around his neck and all those muscles was definitely food for you, even if this was a stranger you only met earlier. After a bit of silence, he put his glass down and handed you back the towel.

"Well it's getting late so I oughta get back to my own place, but feel free to knock if you need anything else lifted."

For a moment you were still in your daze, but by now the golden sun had set and his baritone voice pulled you out. "Oh yeah, right, thanks for the help, Toji!" you smiled. You walked him to the door to see him out back to his. He turned to you as he opened his own door with a smile off the corner of his face.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, doll." and with that, the door shut and you returned to your own abode once more red in the face.

"God, that man is a flirt!"

The rest of your evening was spent unpacking some necessities and setting up your bed as your waited for the delivery pizza to arrive. Anything else would have to wait until you could feel your limbs again without pain. For now though, you were uses filled boxes as tables and nightstands like they were the main decor of the apartment. When you bathed that night, you held the towel Toji had used up to you, taking in his smell that resonated from it, enough to make you feel aroused to say the least.

Over the next week however, you managed to make some progress, really enjoying your time between work and sleeping to go nuts with decorating. Troublesome work though as one of your new apartment troubles was the nonfunctional A/C that you had to wait for your landlord to bother repairing when it suited them. This meant if you wanted cold air, the balcony door needed to be left open regardless of the city noises you were forced to hear or other neighbors. Toji occasionally chatted with you from across the balcony or on your way to and from work, the man still as much of a flirt as ever but keeping his hands to himself.

It was a Friday night then, later in the evening. Tired from work and freshly bathed, you laid there on your bed feeling the breeze from your balcony cool your wet skin. Toji seemed to be enjoying himself that night too as you were struck with the sounds of another woman moaning and the slight banging of your walls.

"Someone must've had a good date."

Didn't take long though before you found yourself moving your hands over your breasts, circling and pinching your bud as your other hand freely went down to your clit. Your thoughts were filled only with Toji and the way he had looked at you. Carefully listening to him through the walls as you pleasured yourself with your fingers until you could climax over and over for the duration of his own fun time opposite of the wall.

A few times more that week, the sounds continued and you were relishing yourself to the sounds of Toji and nothing else going on that night in your city. Come Friday night again, you heard nothing from his side but were so insatiable that you began your own session with nothing but the thoughts in your hand and your delicate fingers. A thump on your balcony alerted you as you shot up to see thinking maybe a plant had fallen. To your surprise, no, it wasn't a plant but the man you called a neighbor was standing at your opened door, smiling as he looked upon your exposed body.

"Toji! What are you doing here?" you flailed to pull up a blanket to cover yourself.

"If you didn't want me to hear the pretty noises you were making for me, then you shouldn't leave your door open, sweetheart. Your headboard is adjacent to mine as well, I see." He leaned up against the framing of your sliding door, never letting his smile or eyes drop away from you once. "You've been putting on quite a show since you moved in, did I make that much an impression?"

Your face was beyond flushed as you failed to maintain any eye contact with him.

"You're one to talk with how many dates you've been bringing over."

"Oh yeah? You wish they were you instead?"

Toji walked up to your bed and leaned down right in your face. His right hand cupped under your jaw forcing you to look directly at his moonlit body. Your lips parted against his own breath.

"...Maybe I do. Can't help it the way view you."

"Well you're a sight for sore eyes too, princess, but I can help you achieve your desire."

Your lips finally met one another, his tongue rubbing against yours all inside your mouth. You finally dropped the blanket shielding your body and Toji moved his knee in between your legs against your lower lips. You couldn't help but squirm your hips at the sensation, you hands gripping his nape.

"Aren't you a needy one?" he said, pushing you down against the sheets and kissing his way down your neck, onto your breasts, all the way down to your lower lips. His tongue thrusting over and inside, his large hands gripping at your thighs. You definitely were gonna be bruised there later. Your own hands clawing at your sheets as you bit your lower tongue, you pupils beginning to lose themselves at the shock coursing in your body.

Toji lifted his head up to look at you, with his experience, he knew you were close and wished to deny you.

"Don't be so impatient, doll, we have a whole night ahead of us."

"Fuck, Toji, I need you."

"I bet you do, princess." he said moving up to your face, his tongue against yours once more with the added taste of your own. Taking a step back, he removed his pants, revealing his twitching cock.

Holy fuck that's big. Your eyes looking back and forth wondering how it would ever fit inside your small body but you were so far gone that all you wanted was to be closer with him. He coaxed you up until your face met with his tip, a shiny residue leaking from the top. Like a mouth to a popsicle, you moved over it, now licking circles around as your delicate fingers stroked the rest of the length. Taking his heavy balls into one of your hands, Toji couldn't help but moan and bucked his hips deeper down your pretty little mouth.

"Careful, dear, I'm gonna need those to make you mine."

His hands gripping your hair, pulling them up into a ponytail like the one you had when you met him, he took control and quickend his pace against your cheeks as tears came over your eyes. Your free hands now playing with your own apex as you looked up at Toji with hearts for irises until your throat became lined in his essence. The two of you moaning and twitching with relief.

"Good girl, now swallow for me." which you did so easily making him rub the top of your head, smiling down at you with such lustful love.

Toji flipped you over so your face was against the sheets, playing with his tip at your entryway as you braced yourself for his girth.

"Please, Toji, I-I need you." With that, he pushed his way in, your body quivering as it adjusted to his size. High pitched moans escaping you against his, your nails feeling as though they'd tear the sheets apart with how much you were becoming feral.

"That's my good girl, you'll feel even better soon."

Moving here was the best decision you ever made, what luck to meet a man that was fulfilling you in more ways than one, better than anything you've ever felt before. He continued bucking his hips into you, leaning overtop to grab your breasts and suck on your neck as he pounded against your velvet walls. Before you could even reach your climax again, he flipped you over onto your back in a mating press position where he could be face to face and watch you react.

"Fuck, Toji, please fill me up!"

"I ain't stopping now, doll. Not when you, fuck, make me feel this good. Don't you dare look away now"

His pace ever quickening as he thrusted into your womb, drool falling from both your mouths as you continued to moan louder and louder. His girth twitched and suddenly your insides exploded with warmth that made you scream with joy.

"Fuck!" you both moaned together, Toji remained in you as you clamped down on him with your inner walls, tearing his back apart with your nails as you sucked him dry. He finally pulled out along with his sticky substance, overflowing onto the bed as he admired his work on your pussy.

"You were amazing, princess."

Still catching your breath, he pulled you up to kiss you some more, you limbs hardly able to move on your own from the good fucking you just got from the man next door.

"What a needy girl you are, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Oh, Toji, we're definitely doing this again."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, princess. You belong to me now and me alone."

He scooped in your arms and took you to the bathroom to clean off and bathe together in the tub. That is well, after you had a few more rounds in the bathroom and resisting the urge to ruin more of your sheets with your feral love as he locked you in his arms for the night to sleep.

This routine became practically a daily occurrence, wishing the two of you could just break down the walls between your apartments. Instead you opted to leave your balcony door unlocked so he could come over at any time.

☆ Notes: maybe i'll do another part of this later, do let me know if you guys would like any more or if you have an requests for this i can add ^^

[walrus150915]

Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

[gallusrostromegalus]

What are Loly and Menoly gonna be like? In the anime&manga they didn't seem to do much besides beating Orihime up and then getting beaten in turn.

Well, until last week I did not know they had canonical names, and I cannot reliably spell "melony" so in the fic they've been renamed Cici (the black haired one with pigtails) and Vivi (the blonde with the pixie cut) , which is much cuter and fits with Aizen's weird double letter thing.

In the fic, they're aware that working for Ulquiorra is UGH, like- so lame. I mean he's kinda cute in a wet kitten sorta way but then he opens his mouth and says the dumbest shit you've ever heard in you life and you also live with Grimmjow so that's a low bar but there he goes, whining about emotions again. Like- we have, like? Prozac? Gin specifically brought you prozac from the human world boss. For you. Specifically. Complaining about being sad and then refusing to do anything about it is like, turbo-lame, you know?

(I may have also given them valley girl accents.)

But anyway, Hime-chan is like, SO COOL. She smuggled like, a ton of stuff in from the human world without Aizen noticing! ...And like half her closet but it was like? Subterfuge? Aizen got sooooo distracted by her wearing like twenty layers of clothes it totally never occurred to him that she might have stuff in the pockets so she brought all kinds of like, candy and nail polish- look how sparkly it is!! Okay, she did also bring her homework and she's kind of a dork but like? That's part of like? The charm? She's so earnest it's kinda sweet and you feel bad, you know?

Anyway, she's totes generous too! Like once she worked out that she wasn't gonna freeze to death, she said that if there was anything we liked we could like, totally have it? And she's sooo smart about like, color-matching- I'm a winter, but Vivi is totally an autumn, and there's a trick to picking out the right pinks and OH-EM-GEE! She totally knows how to tailor clothes too because uh- she's a little overburdened in the chesticular department, you know? Yeah, you know- Anyway, that's where this wicked cool outfit came from!

So like anyway, the thing I came down here for is that Hime-chan is also like, SUPER-GREAT at cooking which is really awesome because the only other person here who knows how to cook is Mr. Tousen and as you know the culinary situation is DIRE- Vivi says that yesterday, she saw Gin just like. Unhinge his jaw and swallow a raw chicken whole. He. Didn't. Even. Take. The. Feathers. Off. And worse? Last week I saw Aizen eating slices of white bread with nothing but mayonnaise.

They weren't even toasted.

So like, understandably, Mr. Tousen is like, MEGA-DEPRESSED and stopped eating which is super-sad so Hime-chan is gonna throw like, a kitchen party to see if we can get him to eat and then she was like- "we should totally invite the other girls!" Because I guess that's what humans are like, but she's really sweet and and she's so smart and she's gonna make like- what did she call them? Oh yeah! Guava-and-bleu cheese macarons! I don't know what they actually like, are? But it'll be good! C'mon it's gonna be cool and fun and there's gonna be a guava please say you'll come?

Tier Harribel, who has been doing an excellent impression of a granite cliff face this whole conversation: ...

Cici: *^*

Tier: ...okay.

Cici: OHEMGEEEEEEYYYAAAY! THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU OKAY I'LL SEE YOU AT LIKE SIXISH? BYEEE!

Franceska: ...dude, what?

Tier: I have no idea, but I am extremely bored and actually borderline curious about this 'guava' thing.

[fatuismooches]

i have been silent but that does not mean i have stopped thinking about dottore

based off of some fanart i saw, im like. 99.9999% sure zandik rarely heard any nice stuff said to him n i dont know why but i just. imagine this in my head. its such a tender, vulnerable and soft moment where zandik, probably akademiya or early fatui days, fits himself between your legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. his head laying comfortably on your thighs as he sits on his knees. its a moment that shows his trust, you know? allowing himself to be small before you, a rare act of submission to your love as your fingers play with his curls, palms warm and soothing as you cup his cheek. n' u just tell him things that he struggles to believe, like how he's so beautiful, and that you care about him, how he deserves to be loved even though he's perceived as a monster. and i dont know, but i wanna gently raise his head by his chin, softly smile at him and say "zandik, you're a good boy." because i know no one has ever ever said that to him, not even his parents.

healing his parental issues frrrr 💪💪💪 IS. IS THIS WEIRD??? IDK IT KINDA SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW, IN MY HEAD THIS IS JUST. EVERYTHIN FOR ME.

this is just how i imagine zandik, honestly I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THE FANART I SAW FUCKS ME UP AND I WANNA CARE FOR HIM AND PAMPER HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL THINGS NO ONE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FEEL.

i want that boy to be treated like a pretty girl by taking him out on romantic dates and writing him love letters he's 100000% gonna keep, laminate and immortalize. i want to treat that boy like the fragile thing he is, hold him in my arms and kiss him so so gently.

ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

oh yeah. totally not projecting onto zandik. NOPE. nuh uh. totallllyyyy....

THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOU'VE GIVEN ME... oh my gosh. i am so soft right now. Sniff sob... Zandik being so open and vulnerable in front of you :( OH EDBEWDWE HIM IN THAT POSITION IS MAKING ME CRY HE'S SO CUTE... you have no clue how you managed to get him to be so submissive but you're not going to say anything nor are you going to squander this opportunity. You're not even sure if he's comfortable like that, sitting on his knees but... he seems unbothered and quite actually, content with nuzzling his face into your thighs, having your hands run through his fluffy blue hair soothingly. For once, he is almost eerily silent, instead of being all fight and rebuttal all the time, as he doesn't seem to have a smart answer for your gentle words this time. It's new to you, not him vehemently denying your statements, but you're going to take advantage of it, holding his cheeks and kissing him all over, whispering in his ear softly but firmly about how much you love him and everything you love about him, and that you always will.

CALLING HIM A GOOD BOY... i am on the floor in a puddle and sobbing. Kai your brain >>> peak. But it makes me so sad to know that Zandik's literally never received any kind of positive form of affection all his life 😭 Not even his parents... like fuck I'm in pain for him. It took reader SO long to even break his first wall down (he has like a dozen probably) because of how poorly he was treated by the people who were supposed to "love" him :( he just really needs some love :( i think after a really long time, Zandik would come to really crave your appreciation sometimes. Like, he doesn't make it obvious or anything, but he'll do something like perhaps deal with some fellow scholars without snapping at them, or anything he doesn't really do in general, and look at you expectantly if you haven't praised him yet. Because you're the only one who has ever praised his efforts.

HE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED SO BAD 😭😭 ugh i know Sumeru is mostly hot and you two can't have any cold bundled up days over there but. i love the idea of you two snuggling and sleeping in one morning. Both of you know you're gonna be late for class, but you're like, fuck it we're skipping. And Zandik scolds you, but he's making no effort to leave either! So... you two just stay in bed cuddling as you pamper him (you definitely were the big spoon quite frequently back then here 😭) Slow and lazy morning as you wash his hair and body in the bathe 🥺 breakfast that you made as he looks over his notes 🥺

Bro i can't even imagine Zandik's reaction to you trying to treat him like a pretty princess 😭 Even when you two are dating he just doesn't understand :( why do you go so far for him? What he gives you in return is far less than what you provide for him... he just doesn't understand, but it seems like you're wholly content with everything the way it is so... he won't let you go.

[iloverianjohnson]

the sge movie was terrible. let me tell you exactly why i think it sucked

i think they messed up sophie and agatha's friendship. they were never lovey-dovey or "besties for life!" kind of friends. sophie was using agatha as her "good deed" to get into the school for good and evil, and agatha knew this. from this toxic relationship emerged a real friendship, but not really until they got to the school for good and evil. also, one of sophie's main character traits is that she's a shallow bitch who uses everyone to get what she wants (and we love her for that!), but they completely removed that trait when they made her "besties!!" with agatha.

wishing tree?? hello?? let sophie be obsessed with fairytales!! i know they had to do it for the exposition and for the people who've never read the books but they're not doing her character justice.

agatha's personality?? where did it go?? where did my frumpy, grumpy, sarcastic, witchy teenage girl go?? they barely gave her any of her original personality - she wasn't even slightly grumpy until she went to the school for good and evil.

tedros and agatha's relationship. it was so DRAB. the enemies to lovers banter was barely there!

i love sofia wylie... and i have literally no problem with agatha being a POC, i have to admit that sofia wylie is conventionally attractive. agatha is not supposed to be conventionally attractive. she is the opposite of the beauty standard, which is one of the contrasting traits between her and sophie. if they chose an actress who definitely does not fit the beauty standard and had agatha's whole self-realization plotline, it would have fit much better with the story. again this has nothing to do with sofia wylie being POC, so please don't take that the wrong way.

what happened to the swan crests??

why was the school master shown. like the biggest mystery of the first book is the school master. they ruined all the fun by introducing him at the very beginning.

where's sader? where's princess uma? WHERE IS CASTOR AND POLLUX????

the beast?? where's the beast at?

why was sophie punished for talking to an ever... when they were literally in the same dining room... they ruined her whole transition into evilness by having Lesso cut off her hair instead of the beast.

THE RANKINGS. THEY GOT RID OF THE RANKINGS. WE NEVER GOT TO SEE SOPHIE'S "F IS FOR..." OUTFITS.

also Lesso's character was fucked up. they took evelyn sader's plotline and meshed it with hers and it makes me so mad because it takes away from her future relationship with Dovey and it strips her of her character!

WHY WAS DOVEY LIKE THAT.

um where was the circus of talents?? like was that not the biggest thing that happened in the whole book... soman i'm so disappointed in you.

i liked how they did the trial by tale in the movie but i wish they kept the original plotline.

they did my boy yuba so dirty.

also the forest groups was so annoying to watch. i wanted to see sophie and agatha mingle with tedros in the forest.

wtf is this blood magic stuff. did we all collectively forget that entire thing happened in book 5 (or was it book 4? i don't even remember)

they could've made this a 10-episode TV show so easily. they didn't have to get lawrence fishburne or kerry washington or michele yeoh. they could've given smaller actors/actresses a big platform. if each episode was an hour long, we would've gotten much more than we got in this shitty movie. each season could be 1 book. catch my drift? netflix, you know i'm onto something.

i wanted a groom room scene.

the ever's ball. ugh. they did agatha so dirty.

HER CIRCUS OF TALENTS GOWN WAS REMOVED BECAUSE THERE WAS NO CIRCUS OF TALENTS

they did hester so dirty. like where was her witchiness? her superiority complex? her intense and undying love for her coven even though she insults and belittles them constantly?

ANADIL!! where were her rats?? also i think i saw someone else point this out that they could've cast an albino person because she is albino in the books. there's already so little albino representation. and that doesn't mean she can't be black, she could be a black albino person. i did love the girl who played her though.

i wanted more coven scenes.

tedros was not annoying like he was in the book and i was mad about it lmao

agatha and tedros felt so forced!!

that's all i can think of right now. im so mad about the movie that im going to go write an entire screenplay for a 10-episode tv series.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay okay I was not at all expecting the new lesson to drop so soon. I was in the middle of writing that nsfw Barbatos prompt when I got the alert yesterday and was like what?!

They're really going hard with the lore and stuff, huh?? I don't have time to write a ton about it, but there's so much to process I have to write a short thing, so here I am.

Spoilers below!

Okay, Barbatos is Nightbringer. Right? I mean it's not like we haven't had a TON of proof, but I did think it would be interesting if it all turned out to be a misdirection. But at this point... I'm like... it's not, though, right?

I am feeling a tiny bit apprehensive about it. Because listen, it could turn out to be super cool but they could also totally screw it up.

I was just getting such villain vibes from Nightbringer and that just doesn't jibe with my understanding of Barbatos's character. So either Nightbringer is less villain-y than he seems, Nightbringer is Barb from another timeline/a different version of him, or my understanding of his character is off. Or all of the above, even!

Still we got some new stuff about him - the Celestial Realm calling him the father of all demons, huh? That's certainly interesting. And we know Barb has been around since before the Devildom really existed... also there's the whole "goes by many names" situation. I just don't see how they could have it be anybody else. Unless it's an entirely new character that we haven't met yet and that Barbatos is somehow tied to...

But anyway...

I LOVED the new lore about the Little Ds!!! I was so happy that they get to have a more important role without it changing them as being little castle cleaning helpers. See, that was well done, imo. They didn't change anything, they just gave us more info. Little Ds born from a tree, sorta fairies but call themselves demons, and we still don't really get how it works? Perfect. Also note how Barbatos is the one who knows all this lore...

Also, without spoilers, I loved the hard lesson lol.

Anyway, Little Ds are great, Little D No 2 is especially my fave, and I am so interested to see how this part of the story goes.

I was gonna stop there, but really quick I HAVE to talk about Mammon and Asmo oh my god...

Their fight in the library!!!

I mean of course it's bad when the boys fight and obviously Mammon is not in his right mind, but the way Asmo just goes for it, like he is ready to throw down.

And all the other brothers are staying surprisingly calm and trying to stop them!!

I just really love how Asmo seems like the kind of character who wouldn't jump in to fight immediately, but in reality he absolutely is. It reminded me of the way he went after those rumor spreading demons in the Princess event (which is funny since he was doing it to protect Mammon in that event).

And then Lucifer's just like ugh what now lol. I can't deny that using a little bit of his magic to knock Mammon out entirely was pretty cool.

Anyway, I'm worried about Mammon, but I'm sure this is all going to be resolved somehow. I found it very interesting how when we go into his mind with Little D No 2 at the very end, we're in the Celestial Realm. Wonder what that's about? Hmm.

Okay, now I'm done. Sorry for the lack of screenshots this time around, but I just didn't have time to fit them in lol.

[mixed-theater-faisty-tings]

“Tonight’s the Night”

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x Reader (Y/N)

WARNING: Language, Teen drinking, explicit, Protected sex, slight fingering.

NOTE: I’m new to writing this kind of explicit stuff. It is kind of a minimal scene and not as descriptive as some stories are but I plan to grow. I admire all work and am open to any feedback you would like to let me know my messages and asks are open. Thank you for reading and all my writings are on my MASTERLIST on my blog. Enjoy!!

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“Ugh y/n you look smoking!”, Taylor exclaims as I am running my hands down my short, off-the shoulder dark green dress. “She’s right you look amazing.”, Belly chimes in with her signature smile. “Thanks girls. You both look gorgeous as well. I’d say we are some hot ass bitches.”, I exclaim. “Cinderbelly Conrad is gonna lose his shit when he sees you!”, Taylor gasps checking out her best friend's pink, tank dress.

“She has a point. I've totally caught him checking you out a few times especially yesterday at the pool when we were playing chicken. He looked almost jealous that it was Jere and not him.”, my voice trails off in a gossipy tone, the last words going up an octave. “He’s not into me and besides I'm meeting Cam there.”, her cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“I’m hoping to just meet some hot guy I can make out with.”, Belly’s bestie starts messing with her hair. “Just don’t let it be my brother again please.”, Belly’s gags sending us all into a fit of laughter. “As you for y/n I deem tonight is the night you’re gonna get laid. Jeremiah is not gonna know what hit him!”, Taylor can be a little much sometimes. “Tonight isn’t about him and plus he will probably be sucking face with Gigi or one of the other girls from the club.”, I say putting on some lipgloss.

“Just enjoy yourself tonight y/n.”, Belly smiles bringing me just a bit of comfort. “I plan to. Maybe drink a bit, play some pong, dance and then come home and sleep.”, our laughs fill the room when a knock catches our attention. “You guys better hurry up or we are leaving!”, Steven yells through the door.

“Jeremy wouldn’t let you!”, Taylor yells back. “His name is Jeremiah”, Belly corrects her. “Yeah yeah let’s go.”, she says, swaying her hips on her way out of the room. “Gotta love her.”,Belly follows. Now I'm not the biggest party person. I really only go for Jeremiah because sometimes he gets himself into trouble but tonight i’m going just for me.

The three of us make our way down to Jeremiah's jeep. “I call shotgun!”, my feet dash towards the passenger side. “Only if you promise not to leave me tonight!”,Jeremiah yells hot on my tail. “But you have to promise to be on your best behavior tonight then.”, giving him a serious look. “Now how can I promise to behave when you look like that.”, the wink he sends my way makes my knees weak and cheeks heat up.

“Jere knock it off.”, I try to be stern but, it comes off as more of a squeak. “See it’s when you say shit like that we all think you’re hiding something from us.”, Steven points out. Jere, Steven and I go in the Jeep while Conrad, Belly, and Taylor go in the car. “Shayla meeting us there?”, I ask changing the subject.

“Yeah she’s going with some of the other deb girls.”, he says. To avoid any further conversation I raise the volume of the music. “So are you actually going to drink tonight or you our DD!”, Jere screams over the bass booming the walls of the vehicle. With the rolling of my eyes I turn down the music and ask, “What?”.

“Are you drinking tonight?”, he repeats himself. “I mean I might have one drink tonight..you know me I like to be sober at parties like these, too much can happen.”, my fingers fiddle with the hem of my dress. “Well i’m the designated driver tonight so feel free to get wild.”, the warmth of his right hand makes contact with the skin of my leg sending a bolt of electricity through my body.

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Pulling up to the house it was not surprising to find the mansion already trashed, a bunch of drunk teenagers, and the smell of booze spreading in the air. “Oh the stench of teenage drunkenness.”, my sarcasm is prominent. “Just cause you’re boring doesn’t mean we have to be.”, Steven says walking past me towards the party.

“Come on fuck Steven lets get you a drink.”, Taylor says pulling Belly and I away from Jeremiah. “Don’t have too much fun y/n!”, He yells chuckling. “Dude what did he say to you back at the house?”,Belly asked me passing down the red solo cup from Taylor to me. “We were joking around and I told him to be on his best behavior he then said how could he when I look like this.”.

“You’re kidding!”, Taylor eyes bug out of her head. “Shut up! Dude he is totally into you!”., she adds. “Let’s jsut dance okay I dont wanna talk about it.”, my feet carry me quickly over to the pile of teens dancing in what I assume is the living room.

Taylor and Belly soon disappear with the other deb girls, Conrad off probably hooking up with Summer and Jere is out by the pool drinking straight from the ice luge with the goofiest grin on his face. I can’t hold in the laugh the scene brings me, mid-laugh a tall body bumps into me. My eyes fall upon a tall guy his hair was short, and wavy. The lights of the party making it hard to see his eye color.

“Woah my bad.”, he says gripping shoulders gently ensuring my balance. “No harm, no foul right.”, I greet him with a smile. “That’s one way to put it.”, this dude is quite easy on the eyes. “I’m gonna go sit by the pool care to join me?”, he asks with a soft smile. “Sure why not.”, he takes my hand and we walk over to the pool.

The music isn’t as loud outside where we don’t have to yell at each other. The backyard is filled with random games, couples making out and some drunk teens wanting to skinny dip. We find a place by the pool allowing our feet to relax in the water. “I didn’t catch your name.”, the tone was genuine, he seemed sweet. “I didn’t throw it.”, I raise my eyebrows with a smart ass tone decorating my words. “Touché.”, he chuckles.

“I’m y/n..how about you?”, sipping at my cup. “The name is Miguel.”, he smiles at me, man he has a nice smile. “What brings you cousins Miguel?”, his body seems to be moving closer to me. “I am here with the Fishers…family friends.”, I explain. “Jeremiah and Conrad right?, he inquires pushing away.

“Yeah but, they are just friends.”, my answer is a little too quick. “Jeremiah seems to be into you.”, him and Jere are now in a staring contest from across the pool. When my eyes land on my best friend on the other side he doesn’t look happy. “He is just protective of me. Why don’t we go to the front of the house?”, pulling my feet out of the pool I quickly stand up pulling Miguel with me.

We were talking in the front just getting to know each other when Cam Cameron calls us over. “Hey y/n! Come play with us this doofus needs a partner!”, he yells with his index finger pointing to Jeremiah. “Come on baby you know you’re my only partner.”, the idiot pouts. “Go play I’ll watch. I’ll be rooting for you.”, Miguel says with a smile and wink in my direction.

“Watch and learn. First, of all i’m not your baby! Second, i’m going to kick all your asses.”, After sending a wink in Miguels direction I take my place next to Jere to start our game who seems a bit on edge. Each time it was my turn to toss if I made it in Jeremiah made a point to hold me close, sometimes kissing my head in the process. “Jere will you back off.:, I growl at him before drinking the cup Cam landed in.

“Hey y/n if I make it in you owe me a kiss.”, he says instead tossing the ping pong ball to the other side, landing in our final cup before I could object. “No i’m not doing this.. Come on Miguel.”, the tone in my voice was beyond annoyed. “Y/N, you seem nice and all. I’m sure you are a great girl but something definitely seems to be going on here. How about I give you my number and when it all get figured out you can give me a call.”, he is truly trying to be nice as he enters his number into my phone.

“I’m so sorry about this…” there is a mournful sound to my voice. “I understand. Enjoy the rest of your summer.”, while he is smiling, his eyes tell me another story. “Hey! Where did your date go?”, Cam Cameron asks me laughing along with the boys. “What the hell Jeremiah!”, I yell. “What the fuck did I do!”, he yells back.

“You know exactly what you did! Chasing him off like some jealous boyfriend!”, my aggravation prominent as I stomp my way to the car. “You’re the one parading around with another guy!”, his words struck a chord. “Parading around? I’m not your girlfriend! If you care so much then fucking admit to me that you like me!”, tears well up in my eyes the second I face him.

“Get in the car.”, he demands. “We need to talk about this!”. “I said get in the damn car y/n.”.

We both get into his jeep and he drives off. Away the drunk teenagers, blasting music,and stench of alcohol. “Please talk to me.”, I plea. “When we get home.”, his eyes focused on the road.

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Back at the house the moms still hadn’t returned so it was just us two. He stalked into the house me following like a puppy dog. “Now can we talk about this cause I am tired of the back and forth.”, my patience is wearing thin as he pulls me up to his room, pinning me against the door. “I like you y/n..you know I do. Seeing you with that guy killed me alright is that what you wanted to hear.”, his blue eyes are connected to mine.

I can’t help but press my lips against his instantly. His hands immediately explore my body, keeping me as close as he can, lips traveling down my jaw to my neck. “Fuck I need you Jere.”, I pull his button up down his arms tossing it to the side. “Jump.”, he mutters against my skin.

My legs wrap around his torso, he carries me to the bed laying me down removing my dress. “You looked amazing tonight I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you.”, he is breathless. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”, I giggle pulling off his wife-beater.

The more he touches me the more I can feel myself getting wet. One of his fingers glides across my folds, “All this for me babygirl?”, I can feel his smirk against my lips. “Yes.”, a moan escapes my lips. Two fingers slip inside me pumping in and out sending pleasure all through my body.

“Fuck yes like that.”, my back arches off the bed. “Such pretty noises.”, his fingers speed up slightly. “Jere..jere I’m gonna cum.”, I whimper. “Like hell you are. Least not with my fingers”, he removes his touch causing me to whine. “Patience babygirl.”. He coos.

The sound of his zipper rings in my ears, the high of how close I was calming down. I reconnect our lips allowing my hands to explore his body. Moans and groans escape his mouth as my hands travel down the miles of skin, his doing the same. “Please I want you.”, I mumble into our kiss.

Without another word he pulls away grabbing a condom from his dresser and putting it on. “Safety first right.”, he is out of breath but just as eager. “Just fuck me Fisher.”, I giggle pulling him close. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”, his chuckles are music to my ears.

The hungry kisses continue as he begins to insert himself into me. I hiss at the contact, a pain stinging my body before being over taken by pleasure. “Are you okay?”, concern laced in his words halting the thrusts. “I’m okay just keep going.”, My hips move to meet his.

His touch is gentle, as his speed increases. My skin was on fire as he caressed every part of me, leaving no space between us, our moans mixing together with hungry kisses. I can feel him bottom out in me causing a scream of pleasure. “Fuck baby. I’m close.”, his lips graze my ear.

“Me too.”, I manage. “Cum with me y/n.”. With that we finish riding out our highs together. His body falls next to mine both of us breathless. “Well Taylor was right.”, I giggle, rolling over playing my head on his chest. “About what?”, he chuckles. “She told me that tonight was the night I get laid.”, our eyes connect.

“Is this also the night you become my girlfriend?”, his blue eyes flicker between my eyes and now swollen lips. “If you play your cards right?”, I bite my bottom lip. “Challenge accepted.”, he flips me over hovering over me. “Round two?”, our laughs mix together.

“Oh Jeremiah Fisher, you are a pain in my ass.”, my smile is wide. “Yeah but you love me anyway don’t ya.”, with that our lips are connected once more.

Thank youTaylor for being right…

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@jeremiah-fisher @jeremiahxaesthetic @roythespeedy

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Trust pt.2

Pairing- Sully family x darkfey!reader

Summary- The Sullys meet a special girl.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Warnings- death, talking of death, guns/knifes

A/N- finally updating this shit but i really like this so i hope you do too and a little update I have a almost finished Tarsem fic and rebellion is still in the midst of coming up with ideas for but after I finish those two I'll start in pt.3 for this one

-6 years earlier- (You would be 10)

Soaring through the sky you laugh as yayo (bird) follows you chirping out a joke you stop. "What do you mean I look like a more advanced Ikran? They don't even have feathers and my horns are way better." You say to the bird and it only chirps back. "Ugh whatever." You roll your eyes before another yayo flies closer nudging your left wing. "Huh?" You say turning to the blue and yellow bird. He began chirping at an unbelievable pace but you made it out. Demons, in forest, danger, machines. Your eyes glowed as your wings went higher.

"I will get them out of here, go home to your families. Any other creatures you see tell them to hide and do not come out until the signal." You instruct the birds around you, chirping in unison they each go North, South, East, and West. You breathe in tightly as you flap your wings into the direction of the sky demons.

Stopping on a tree and hopping branch to branch closer to where the demons set base. "So you think you will find that fairy thing?" A bald demon asked a demon who was older who looked like he was in charge of something . "Trust me Kent if that abomination is still out there will get it." The older demon said. The one called Kent only said "hoorah." Pumping his fist in the air.

Then you heard a crunch from behind another tree and it seemed that they heard it the way they grabbed their weapons. Your grip on the tree branch tightened. And then a small boy, he looked around your age just…..shorter. The two dropped their guns. "Jesus kid, where's your mom and dad?" Kent said and the kid just shrugged his shoulders. "They are probably in the lab, we set up a perimeter so you can play out there and let the adults talk here." The older one said to the boy and he shrugged yet again walking into the woods.

You followed the boy. He walked far and fast, he even walked past the perimeter until he got to the lake. It was your favorite part of the forest, so quiet, so peaceful. He sat at the edge of the water rock in hand and then a kenten (fan lizard) stopped across the water to get something to drink. It was an adorable sight until the boy yelled throwing the rock at the lizard. Your eyebrows furrow as you swoop down, making the boy tumble back. Picking the hurt lizard up who whimpered in pain. Glaring at the boy you brought your hand up to its tail, hovering over it green magick came from your palm easing the pain and healing the injury.

Soon the lizard stood up, hissing at the boy and chirping at you before jumping down and running into the forest covered floor. "Why'd you do that!" You exclaim and the shocked boy blinks, running his hands on his pants as he gets up and is kind of eye to eye with you. "W…what?" He asked and you were dumbfounded, what? What! He just hurt a harmless animal and he is asking what. "You hurt an innocent creature, what do you mean what?" You ask and he looks down in shame. "I'm sorry." He said and you scoffed. "I am not the one who you should've apologized for, now go tell the other demons to leave my home."

"I…I can't they won't listen to me I got on this planet just this morning." The boy said and you tilted your head. "My mom and dad are scientists and they are researching stuff to bring back to earth my home." The boy said. You understand now he doesn't wish to be here but they see him as just a child so they won't listen to him. And then you sat with him over time, first you just watched him, he had brown with hints of golden blonde hair, his button nose had a few freckles on it, his bushy eyebrows fit just perfect in his forehead, and his teeth were a little bit to big for his mouth. He was so ugly you found him kind of cute.

And then he told you his name Jamie, then he told you stories of earth and he grabbed your hand suddenly and you winced as a strange burning sensation shot through your hand.

Pulling away and grabbing your hand rubbing it. "What is wrong?" He asked, concerned. "Your ring whatever it's made of." You say he looks at the ring in his pinky, taking it off he threw it into the forest. You stood there shocked he was willing to throw a ring of his own out into the world just so he wouldn't hurt you. Grabbing your hand he goes over the dark mark that now went over your skin.

Over the next five years you and Jamie grew closer, you would meet at the lake and talk about anything and everything, and when he kissed you everything around you would light up around you, your smile never faltered, you never cried of loneliness anymore, you were happy. You showed him parts and places of you that no one had seen before you thought you were special.

-At the base camp-

Jamie sat with the other boys and men that have been living at the base camp for the last five years looking for well, you. Jamie never had the urge to turn you in. Lately he sees every boy he grew up with get higher ranks or titles and he refuses to be the laughing stock. "If you find this beast cut its wings off you will be named lead commander of the next missions and so forth. I don't care if it's dead or alive, get me those wings" A man said over the intercom and his ears perked, Lead Commander.

Jamie packed a bottle of scotch and some crushed up sleeping pills he stole from his parents and then he grabbed a knife.

Creeping to the lake he saw you sitting there, over the years your beauty skyrocketed, your eyes glowed hypnotizing anyone who dared seeking your beauty, you lips now plum and full, your hair soft and shiny, and your wings were glorious so big could knock a swarm of grown men down with just one flap. You turn your head to his eyes, lighting up instantly. He smiles. Taking the scotch out he hands you it.

"What is it?" You ask and he chuckles. "Scotch." He says as you open the bottle with a loud 'pop' from the cap. Turning his back to you he pours the bag of crushed pills in your cup. He turns back around and pours the liquor straight into your cups, swishing it around and hands it to you. He watches as you chug it. With a disgusted face as you pull the cup from your lips. "That….That is gross." You say and he laughs filling your cup with more and only putting a shot in his cup. "You don't drink it for the taste, it's the after effects you want." He says taking his shot.

You nod as you take yours to the head.

-A few hours later-

Your head feels fuzzy as you lie against Jamie's chest as he hums a sky person tune. "I love you Jamie." You say and his voice stops and he breathes in. " I love you to Y/N." He says stroking your head as your heavy eyes begin to close, falling off into a sleepy abyss.

Jamie waited another thirty minutes to ensure that you were asleep, guilt and his own selfish needs clawed at his brain but selfishness always overruns guilt. He shifted you to lie on your stomach, he gripped the knife he pulled from his satchel and he looked at your wings.

Your eyes opened as the bright sky made you squint, getting up to wake Jamie, you realize he wasn't there anymore, he left. Your hand felt a piece of paper, it was obvious he wrote it in a rush, but there was blood on it. Concern filled you. 'I'm Sorry' the paper stated and you were confused as you got up and began to stretch your wings, until a painful sting shot through where your wings were supposed to be. Screeching in pain you look back and all there was was your dress ripped and your wings gone. Screaming as you try to fill your wings.

Jamie did this. Anger consumes you as your breathing got heavier and your tears got slower and you screamed, a gust of green and black air erupted from your body making the sky darken and the earth around you deepend as if just as pained as you. Your eyes shoot to a helicopter with your wings but it is too far away now.

Your gaze darkened as you stood up and walked towards the base camp. And with every step you took the life around you died, the creatures looked afraid as the flowers crumbled and the trees once high and mighty branches dipped. Your tears dried, replaced with the stoic expression that sent shivers down everything you gazed upon.

The demons pointed guns at you, and to no one's surprise Jamie at the front. You raised one hand and all the guns flew to the side and they clawed at their throats struggling to breathe. "Is something wrong J?" You ask with a menacing smile appearing on your lips. "Can't breathe?" You innocently asked as you clenched your fist tighter, and their pale faces soon turned shades of red and purple.

"Y/N….Please.." Jamie choked out. "I like when you beg." You tilt your chin upward. "Do it again." You say.

You wanted to humiliate, shame, utterly embarrass him. He took a part of you, parts of you that you will never get back. You wanted him to pay.

He looks down as he gets on his knees. You had a strong look on your face, you wanted his ego shattered and his dignity gone when you were done with him.

"Please, Y/N let us go, we didn't do anything." And just like that the fire exploded. "Didn't do anything!" You say choking all of the harder. "You took the most important parts of me, my dignity, you put me to shame, now beg." You say he begins to cry and you only feel disgust for this boy now. "Please Y/N I beg you, I beg for forgiveness, for my life." You sneer at the way he looked at your feet like a little girl.

"No."

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-Now-

Your eyes opened as the bright sun hit your eyes. Rubbing the last bit of sleep in your eyes, scratching your left horn, you pull yourself out of bed. And then you feel this ache in your back, where your right wing would be. You called it phantom wings. It happens sometimes, especially when it inches closer and closer to the anniversary of the loss of your wings. Walking into the family area of the kelku (home) everyone but Lo'ak and you sat around.

"Look who's up Lo'ak is the only one still asleep." Jake said as if keeping a tally in his head, he looked stressed. You could feel the stressed out energy radiating off of him and Neytiri. You sit down in your regular spot between Lo'ak and Tuk. And then a familiar chirping came from the open window. Turning around you see the four familiar yayo, Vìrtì who told you about the sky demons, Ivä who called you an advanced ikran, Tsìo and Wisèy. They are pretty quiet but just as fun to be around.

Crawling to the window allows them to jump on your arms and bring them inside. "Mooooom look Y/N has yayos." Tuk said, tugging at her moms arm. She looks at you talking to the birds. "Yes it has been a while since we last hung out. I apologize." You say and then Ivä chirps something and your smile falls, "I know it is around that time let us talk of something else." You say shutting down their many, many chirps of protest. "Oh this is Vìrtì, Ivä, Tsìo, and Wisèy. They were like my family before you guys came along." You introduced the birds to the family and Tuk was the most excited and the rest were quite confused.

Birds? As a Family?

And then finally Lo'ak stumbled into the room sitting down next to Neteyam and Kiri. "Okay since all of you are here we need to share something with you all." Still talking with the birds you didn't catch what he said. "Y/N you too." He said and you turned your attention to him. "So as you know the sky people are back and they took Spider." He said you can see how physically and emotionally saddened Kiri was. "There is nothing we can do but to keep our family safe we have to flee." You look toward the floor and you would be alone again. All kinds of protests went through the room but Neytiri shut them down.

Neytiri looked at you and touched your back making you jolt up. The same pain from earlier came back. "Y/N are you okay." Looking at her and a smile comes on your lips. "I am fine but I do need to do something so can I?" You ask and she looks at Jake just confused. "Um here?" He asks and you feel like you don't need to lie. "No just a little deep into the forest." You say your goodbyes to the four birds as they fly home. "We will come with you." Neytiri said and you only shook your head looking into the forest.

As Jake went over there plan you tried to ignore the phantom wing, it was like an itch you can't scratch, a memory you couldn't place, it was a nearly unbearable pain.

Now you walk through the forest Neytiri and Jake behind you.

You were a few feet ahead of them stopping every now and then to talk to little creatures and heal broken plants. "Where do you think she's going?" Jake asked Neytiri, truth be told she hadn't the slightest clue but over the past week she had been more worried. The way at night you wince and hide your cries of pain and the way you jolted when someone touched your back.

And then they stopped into what seemed like a battlefield but you know there was no battle one wouldn't even call it a fight.

You step onto the chard ground. "I don't ever remember a battle being here." Neytiri said. "Because you didn't." You say crouching touching a crushed skeleton. "So you know what happened here." Jake said. "I happened here." You say shamelessly. Neytiri was confused. "He, Jamie, he used my vulnerability and innocence so he could get something he wanted. I showed him, let him use parts of me that I never let anything or anyone see or touch." You say crushing his dried skull with little effort. "He took my wings and I took his life." You say standing up walking around all of the rubble.

Neytiri looked at you with sympathy. She understands why you did it, but why did you still come here.

"Why do you still come here?" Jake asked as if he heard his mates thoughts. "To remind myself." You say. "Remind yourself of what." Jake asked. "Why I'm so angry." You say and then you wince as the pain comes back, but it seems being closer to this place makes it hurt more.

Neytiri sees your pain and she prays to Eywa she could take your pain and make it hers. Rubbing your back the pain eased. "Come let us get ready to leave." You look at her confused. "You did not expect us to leave you here, hm?" She asks and you smile as you shake your head side to side. Jake looked at the bodies that seemed to be drug down into the earth, sharp thorns stuck through the bones. All of the machines and homes burned and blew up. And you did it, he wondered what you could do with your wings.

Maybe he'd find out.

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@tejas-kris

[imshittingchairs]

hi its me the anon who requested the tessa x fem reader, i forgot to say i meant tessa from murder drones and forgot to specify that the reader is a human, so sorry about that!😭😭😞😞😣😣

take care tuna

I think that dress looks good on you.

Tessa x fem human reader

★You and Tessa met when the human gala happened.

★you saw Tessa and tells her that her dress is very cute and adorable.

★well.. That's not really how you guys met. You guys just sorta bumped into each other because there's so many worker drones running around serving all kinds of food and drinks that you can't even see where you're going

"Hey J! Come back here now! Stop playing around, and help me with this gala stuff! "

Says Tessa while she is running after J.

"Ah, excuse me!"

"Sorry! "

"You're doing great! " Tessa yells to the worker drones, while running past them

"Ugh, that little drone! I swear, once I catch her I will make her do a lot of shelf cleani-"

"Ow! " Tessa exclaimed while falling with a thud.

"Argh.. Hey, you! You really should watch where you are going ya know! " she yells at the girl that bumped into her

"Ah.. Sorry! But there's so many worker drones that is in here! How can I even know or see when they're blocking my vision? " she exclaims

"Well-" Tessa stomps at the wooden floor with her heels

"Oh, right-" the girl said

"Anyways, this doesn't matter right now. Do you know where a particular drone went? Ah wait, uh, have you seen any drone that have pigtails, is a little bit short and holding a book? "

"I didn't saw her.. Yet. I didn't see any worker drones that have pigtails everywhere.. Why are you searching for that drone anyway? "

"Well.. That drone is actually my " personal assistant " if you would call it that, she said she will help me pick a dress for this gala but then she just ran away! " Tessa said

"Well, she could be anywhere. This manor is quite big don't you think? She might even be hiding on a dresser, a dumbwaiter, or even places that you don't even know existed"

"Well.. I guess you're right. But how am I supposed to get dressed now? I don't have anything to wear, and I need advice from J and now she's gone.. " Tessa said with a tired sigh

"Well.. In my personal opinion I think that dress looks good on you! Black fits you very well. "

"Wait really? You think this dress looks good on me? " Tessa says with a gasp

"Yes! I love the lace and the buttons, I think it looks fancy but also not too fancy, if you know what I mean" the girl said while explaining

"Oh, thank you! " Tessa says with a smile with a small blush appearing on her cheek.

"My parents always said that this type of dress isn't for the Elliots.. And I always have to choose an outfit to make me stand out. I honestly hate it! It's a bit embarrassing.. But hey, thank you for telling me that... "

"Oh right, my name is (name), and you are Tessa right? "

"Yes! I'm so sorry for not asking your name earlier.. I was just panicking. " Tessa said.

"It's alright! Now Tessa, would you want to attend the Gala with me? "

Tessa light-heartedly giggles.

"I would love to! "

[bomberqueen17]

assorted, and snippet

it is a rainy sunday. we had a glorious last-gasp-of-summer week, 70s and sunny and lovely, and then last night as the sun went down it suddenly got cold and is going to stay that way.

today's my late father's birthday. he'd've been 79 today. farmsister asked the family groupchat if we wanted to do anything special but like, what? no, so we're just having our normal sunday family dinner. she decided to make enchiladas because while the tomatoes are done, there are still tomatillos, so she's roasting those. i decided to thaw a pork butt and i'll make a sort of al pastor kind of pulled pork for the filling, later. but at the moment i'm out in my cabin, which is a disaster area and needs cleaning. but at the moment i'm just listening to the rain on the metal roof, and i have the propane stove on to get it up to room temperature in here, and i'm dying to take a nap but probably won't.

i told myself i could sit for an hour and maybe write. I sorta don't want to write, I sorta want to fuck around and nap, lol. I'm at a bit in Peace-Tied where I'm trying to fold in stuff I wrote ahead that doesn't quite fit now, so that's complicated-- I've been resorting to using two monitors to have the old doc open in a window so I don't have to tab back and forth. But Fit For Thrones is also in an awkward spot where I wrote stuff ahead and like not a lot has changed, but I realized there needed to be a new thread introduced, so I've got to work that in, and I'm realizing a scene I wrote ages ago that was just fluffy and didn't show a lot of character development is going to have to get overhauled to fit the new concept in, which at this point is just a slight complication but later I wanna hang like a whole plot off it, so it's gotta be here-- if I put it in later it won't have any support and might not really properly hold all the weight it needs to, so. And this scene was just fluff anyway and needs more stuff in it. So that's fine. But it's hard. Because of course all I want to do is skip ahead and write the juicy weighty scene this is gonna support. But if I do that (again, as i've been doing a lot in this series, ugh) i'll get there and it won't fit and i'll have to do more of this fiddly kind of work.

I did only miss Friday's update because I was physically too busy at the time, though. It's the wind-down of the farm season but that just means people have started to peel away to do other things, there's not actually a lot less work, and so those of us left are kind of juggling a lot more balls, even if they're less heavy than they were. (more wittering specifically about FFP behind the cut, and a snippet)

So I have a bunch of stuff allllllmost ready to post, but a bunch of tricky work to do for the continuations of them. There has been a spate lately of very nice comments, some rereaders and some new readers, and I appreciate all of you and it keeps me going, really it does.

I can't find the one, though, someone commented on the latest FFT that they thought Morvran might wind up a bit subby perhaps, and I literally cackled out loud. (Someone else was speculating that he's more traumatized/demi/gray than pure ace, which I also have been trying to convey-- he's ace-spec for sure but gray, is where I'm headed with him.)

I don't think Ciri is going to wind up being particularly domme-y in her preferences-- she also would like a pretty lady to push her around please-- but understand she was raised by a bunch of dommes all around, so I had a very early slightly-cracky notion that she thinks this is how het relationships have to work (this did bear fruit in an outside-of-series published work on AO3 thanks to the Smubbles folks, here: What Every Young Woman Needs)-- but there's an excerpt here I haven't quite yet fit into the FFP continuity, which I suppose I'll put here for everyone's delectation (Ciri POV, of Morvran):

He glanced up only briefly at her arrival, flashing her a quick smile but returning to whatever he was writing, clearly intently focused. She propped a hip on the edge of the desk, waiting, and he finished writing the line and looked up at her.  There was something about the way he looked up at her, like this, something open in his expression that usually wasn’t. It sort of made her want to pull his hair, and made her suddenly understand some things about the way her-- Geralt and Yennefer had acted, around one another. She’d always thought Yennefer was perhaps too mean to Geralt, but she could suddenly understand Yennefer’s perspective, and see that maybe it… well maybe it wasn’t being mean.  But. She didn’t know Morvran near well enough to offer to pull his hair.

[hbojoel]

hii e it’s lovesick anon here! im about to nap but i hope ur roadtrip goes ok :o) my thought for today is that richie loves praise (i was thinking nonsexually but i think he probably likes it in every context) especially when you call him something stupid like ur “knight in shining armor” and ur “hero” even if it’s for something mundane like bringing groceries in or giving u ur drink of choice in the morning

ITS ABOUT FEELING PURPOSE AND FEELING NEEDED ‼️‼️

HI BB TY I HOPE UR NAP IS GOOD :D

aghhh!!! i love this so much. i'm such a my man my man my mannnnn person and i think that would suit richie so well. he really does need to feel like he is fit for something. that he's appreciated. i think his first love language is words of affirmation and then his second one is acts of service or quality time. words do a lot for him, sometimes they fix everything, but it's like the intent is doubled when you match your words up to your actions. he loves doing stuff for you just bc he thinks he should. but after you kind of grow out of the "babe you didn't have to do that, i could've helped" and realize this is something he needs, you big him up. BIG TIME. theatrical gasps when he brings in 15 bags of groceries in one trip, hand on his bicep, cooing "my big strong man" or if he carries your heels for you at the end of a night out, gives you his jacket if it's raining so your hair doesn't get ruined, or sits down with you bc your feet hurt too much. "my knight in shining armor. i could not live without you."

and richie shrugs it off bc of Course he does, chuckling and saying "that's what i'm here for" but he really takes it to heart.

i think consideration is one of the biggest acts of love there is, so picture like you're stressed working on a project, or packing to go see family, or just caught up in something that you can't take your nose out of. he'll just slip in the room with your favorite iced coffee and a muffin, leave it on your desk and drop a kiss on your forehead, silently making sure you're still taking care of yourself. and when you feel his lips on your skin you look up and notice all that he brought you. "ugh, you are perfect. you're a lifesaver." you lean up to meet him in a sweet kiss and you can feel him smiling into it.

i love my boy

[wiizered]

Spider Punk x Latina Spiderwoman y/n

CHAPTER 1: HOME AWAY FROM HOME

warning: slight, not too heavy spoiler for across the spiderverse; not super lovey dovey, just to youngsters in love hanging out with eachother, mostly platonic; lots of talk about food and cooking, just in case your hungry; cliff hanger, kind of, since it was already getting pretty long

a/n: This is my first time writing fanfic, I usually just write short stories. But, I thought this might be a good way to practice with the perk of being to write a bunch of self-insert stuff for myself and others to enjoy. Also, there's a lot of food in this cause I was kinda hungry when I wrote this.

You sat at the edge of your stripped, boho-esque hammock in running shorts and a form-fitting, white wifebeater with your heels off the ground. Your hair was a bit of a mess since you've just woken from a quick nap after work. You sat still, staring at the wall, contemplating what you should do for dinner.

"Maybe takeout... Chinese could be good, maybe some chicken and broccoli. Ugh, It's cheap, but I don't feel like picking anything up. And delivery is expensive... I should probably cook something. I could go for some arroz con salchichas."

Just thinking of all the food you could eat made you drool. You licked your lips as you drifted into lala land. Honestly, you might have never snapped out of it if you never got a knock on your street facing window. It sounded rhythmic, as if the person knocking was doing it to the beat of song. You quickly turn to the direction of the noise, startled out of your little food world, and see a familiar face in the window. It was Spiderman, but not the one from your universe.

You would know that, the reason being that you were the one and only Spiderman, or more correctly, Spiderperson in your world. You get up slowly, letting out a large sigh and stretching out your back.

"Ay, coño, I really need to get back into working out..."

The knocking becomes more frequent and eratic, as he grew more impatient. You could here his muffled yelling through the glass.

"Oi, hurry up slowcoach, I ain't got all day."

"Jeez dude, I'm going, I'm going!"

You jog across your apartment and reach the window after a few seconds. He was squating down on the fire escape, and you could clearly see his disgruntled face, even with his mask on. You snap the hooks on top of the window and raise it before pushing out the window screen onto his lap.

"Took you long enough mate."

"Well, I wasn't expecting a suprise visit from you, Brown. What're you doin' here?"

"Saw you weren't at 2099 today, thought I'd check up on ya, love."

Hobie's expression quickly changed from an annoyed pout to a cheeky smile as he spoke.

"Well, are you comin' in or not? I'm kinda busy right now." You turn and step to the side of the window leaning on the wall.

Bee starts climbing through, pushing off the top panel with his right hand and stepping in with his left foot. "I don't know, from the looks of it, you didn't seem too busy to me. Unless you consider daydreamin' important." His lanky body struggles to get through your window, and you offer him a hand and pull him through. He lands on his knees and quickly gets up while dusting off his pants.

"Sooo, why are you here again?" You ask, leaning back against the wall, with a quizzical expression.

"Like I said, I noticed your absence during our missions and at HQ today, so I thought I'd swing by and check on you."

You turn your head, looking at your small kitchen, set up right next to the doorway of your apartment. "Had to cover for my coworker at PathMart. She caught the flu or somethin'." You take a quick second to calculate what to say next.

"Hey Hobie."

"Yeah, l/n?"

You stand back up and look at him again. "Since you're here, I was about to make dinner. You wanna to stay and eat?"

"That sounds quite lovely actually, yes." He bounces over to you and throws his arm around your shoulder, taking off his mask with his other hand. "I heard Gwen and Pav say you're somewhat of a cook, but with your track record, I'd have to see it to adam and eve it."

"Please, I've spent years cooking for my little sisters and brothers, and they all loved my food. Plus, you're british, you shouldn't be that hard to impress." A wide smirk grows on to your face as you cross your arms and fix your posture.

He removes his hand from your shoulder and sets it on his hip. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't think about it too much, make yourself at home, love." You put emphasis on that last word, mocking his heavy cockney accent.

You walk towards the kitchen and start grabbing all your tools and ingredients. A cutting board from behind the faucet, a chef's knife from the sink, some cans of sausage hidden in the cabinet above, a bag of rice tucked between a short wall and the fridge, and some spices from the drawer.

Spiderpunk gravitates toward the hammock you were laying on earlier and bends down to rummage through the mess underneath.

"Sweet, I didn't know you had a casette player. Where do you keep your tapes, babes?"

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Sorry about the abrupt ending, I like to write these in one go, and I'm doing this at 2 a.m., and I'm wiped. Hope you enjoyed the read!

[dullahandyke]

yippee yippee yippee yippee eimear con haul!!!!

Hi. It was my birthday recently and I'm bad to shop for so instead of gifts I got money to spend at Kaizokucon. So here's a haul. Under the cut bcos I couldnt fit it nicely in one picture and I wanna ramble

ok we're gonna take it one picture at a time ^_^ the ID in the alt text explains what everything is if u just wanna see what i got without the rambling sure to come with it. links in rambling r to the artists of the fan stuff where i can find em ^_^ only one of them is a direct link to the product tho bcos some ppls shops r down and some ppl dont have all their stuff online. lemons_arent_green youre a real one

Ok the flat stuff!!! black rock shooter poster bcos i already have a figure but i liek her... badass anime girl ily.... was so so sure i saw a reigen keychain but when i went to go get one there weren't any so i got this sticker sheet instead :3 SPEAKING OF KEYCHAINS!!! yippee yippee kaguya i love you youre my special little tiempsy. yue you are a gay anime boy with a cool design. tomoyo ive always felt a kinship with you and its because im a desperate dyke. monokuma is here ig 🙄 i put him on my carabiner and hes fun to stim with. i am not immune to the sdr2 fanboying. also full disclosure ive not watched naruto (its in the spreadsheet) i just thought funko pop sasuke keychain was really really funny. my son who stares into my soul. comparatively i dont have as much to say on the badges!! luka luka fever for real girlie ily. the bandori ones were blind bags and i got himari on my first try <3<3<3<3<3<3 sorry eve i kind of dont care. 🙁 the dr girlies i kinda picked at random based on who i've been vibing w lately.

THE POKEMON DIORAMA!!!! its soooo cool, staff were setting up the trade hall so i was in there all day friday and this shop was one of the first to set up their stands and i was literally staring at it all day... so fucking awesome. the rings n the necklace r from the same shop look at them... im fucking obsessed w the catgirl necklace. literally look at her. i dont thiiink shes supposed to be a specific character but she might be. oh well. cat girl ily. aaaand the arisa stand is actually a little clip for papers n stuff!! she was also a blind box but specifically for popipa so i was gonna b happy w whoever <3

MIIIIKUUUUUU MY PRINCESS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! she was calling to me she beckoned..... shes actually rlly big irl shes the biggest figure i have, replacing my kokoro one... shes the one where i audibly said 'it was my birthday i can buy things' bcos figures spencey... she wasnt too bad actually i just like bitching. 6 euro axel for scale

BOOKS 💥💥💥 i was reading nana a while back and i dropped it but i gotta pick it up again... rlly pretty and awesome... aaaand the summer hikaru died!!! kay if youre seeing this then know you posting abt it convinced me <3 i originally got it bcos i was on door duty in a quiet area and didnt wanna spend my time draining battery life on my phone but after i bought it i realised that that was literally a terrible idea so <3 we'll get around to them soon

FINALLLYYYYYY TSHIRTS!!! the top yellow one was my staff t-shirt, it has 'staff' on the back i was wearing it all weekend and yippee i love it.... emotional bond.... and if this is a safe space can i just say. if kaito was a woman? would. next up FAYE FUCKIN VALENTINEEEE!!! do u remember that post i made going thru all the sellers that were gonna b at the con that started like 'i hate shounen fans. name a woman'? well this is the seller i was talking about but all was forgiven in the name of FAYE ! GODDAMN ! VALENTINE ! ugh i love you girlie. and the last t-shirt was given out free to staff after the closing ceremony!! it was the tenth anniversary of kaizokucon so we got this awesomes design yay.... wore it to classes today hoping somebody would comment on it and nobody did 😌and in the middle i got CLOW CARRRDS BITCHES!!!!!! i saw them and immediately all thought left my fucking brain. i needed them. so important. the seller also recognised the axel in my fanny pack yippee!!!! a few people recognised him over the weekend actually and i was always like yes!! the him

anyway. yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! con con con con con :)

[theboywithburninghands]

So I pushed through my writer's block. Here's the newest Funnybunny thing. Uh, well, sorta. It's got shipping stuff in it, but most of it is just Jax and getting into his thoughts, and a really nasty encounter with something horrible. The... fun kind of horrible though. Yeah, word of warning, this is a pretty violent little ditty, so if you're squeamish, I'd say either sit this one out or don't eat while reading? I'm damn proud of it either way LOL T/W: Violence, gore, vomit, horror

Reap What You Sow

Jax slid down the tube slide with his hands behind his head. You fall through enough trapdoors and they start to lose their shock value. The slide dropped into a pit full of something cottony and plush. Jax crinkled up his face upon recognizing what he just landed in. Corn silk. The cloyingly sweet smell of corn made him queasy, and he’d be picking strings of silk off of his clothes for hours. 

Jax: Not scary. Just annoying.

Jax climbed out of the pit, doing his best to dust himself off. Silk drifted off of him like hair off a shedding St. Bernard. After he was reasonably clean, he approached the door in front of him and nudged it open with his food. 

Inside was what appeared to be a disused barn, or at least an imitation of one. It was divided into a ground floor and a hayloft. The ground floor had only two things of note, a door, which appeared to be locked, and a tractor. One of those old fashioned ones that curved in the middle and had big wheels that looked more like those on a kid’s wagon than farm equipment. It was caked with rust and would probably crumble into scrap metal if someone managed to start the engine. A rickety wooden ladder led up into the hayloft above. Jax hummed and gripped one leg of the ladder, shaking it. Seemed climbable enough. 

Jax went over to the locked door, finding some words scratched into it with what looked like a knife.

Jax: “In your eye, a promise kept 

Through my eye, a line is swept

I trace the day, a circle spun

A hole in skin, a scarf begun. 

But beware, do not guess wrong

Or they will find you before long.”

Jax sniffed at the poem. Riddles, huh? Cute. Caine must’ve spent a while finding rhymes. Jax examined the lock, pausing to pick another piece of corn silk off his glove. He tried a few of the keys he had in his pocket, but they were all too thick. It was a pretty heavy padlock too, no real way to pick it. 

So what was the riddle for? In your eye, a promise kept… waaaait a minute. He was surrounded by hay. What did you go looking for in a stack of hay?

Jax: “Stick a needle in my eye.” Alright, fair point, Caine.

He smiled a bit at his deduction,  but now came the actual needle in a haystack part. He sighed, cracked his knuckles and began to climb up the ladder. It squeaked in protest a bit at Jax’s weight, and the third rung from the top made an ominous crunch when he stepped on it. He’d have to skip that one on the way down.

The hayloft was full of… well, hay. It might’ve been in bales once, but now it was a big, messy pile strewn over the baseboards. The hay on top was the usual healthy yellow color, but the hay on the bottom was damp and brown. Jax caught a whiff of rotten hay, the smell almost indistinguishable from horse manure. He looked around for a pitchfork or a shovel to make his life easier, but no such luck.

He sighed again, then began to toss hay off the loft, two handfuls at a time. It would have been easier with the others around. Heck, he could have just made the excuse that he wanted to watch for monsters down below while the others dug around in the hay. 

…Nah, it probably wouldn’t go that way anymore, actually. Pomni would scold him for it, or worse, give him those sad, wet puppy dog eyes. And then he’d do it so she’d want to cuddle with him later. 

…That, and it did feel nice to make her happy. Weird how that worked. 

Jax: *sudden coughing fit* Ugh… *hocks and spits* 

Damn haydust… it was like inhaling sand. He was gonna be feeling the grit in his throat for the rest of the day too. Man, he would have pulled out one of his teeth for a bottle of water and a hot shower right about now… Caine probably would have just thrown boiling hot soapy water on him if he asked, then told him to drink said boiling hot soapy water. Idiot.

Whatever. Maybe after the adventure he could go swim in the lake. If he did, Pomni might tag along. Or maybe she wouldn’t, since Ragatha was a thing in their relationship now. …Nah, she could come too. He could play nice with her for a little while. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember a time when he and Ol’ Rags had ever actually hung out together. He wasn’t opposed to the idea. Other than Pomni she was probably the least annoying person in the circus. Sure, the overly smiley persona got annoying, but… it was… refreshing now and then. So sure. She could come with. Actually, thinking about it, could she even swim…? He’d never seen her in swimwear. 

…Not a terrible image to conjure up… 

Jax stopped to cough again. If Caine’s idea of an adventure had gotten to the point of just doing manual labor, the future looked bleak. He cringed backwards upon touching the rotten hay on the bottom, wiping his hand on his overalls. He wasn’t digging through that with his hands, Caine could sit and spin. He hocked and spat one more time to futilely try and get some of the grit out of his throat, then began to climb back down the ladder. Maybe the needle was in the hay he’d already thrown onto the floor. Even if it wasn’t, there had to be something down there to help him shovel the-

The pile of rotten hay shifted. Jax froze mid step down the ladder, watching the pile of rancid mush churn about, before a small patch of it slid off the greater mass with an unceremonious plop, revealing-

Revealing a-

Jax: What…?

A single red eye, the size of a beach ball, swiveled around from under the hay. Hateful, malevolent, and all too familiar. It was here. 

Jax automatically put his foot onto the next rung on the ladder, determined to leave Its line of sight and wait until It fell back asleep. His stomach squeezed into a knot when the third rung on the ladder messily snapped in two like a stale loaf of bread. His chin thwacked against the floor of the hayloft and he fell a good ten feet to the barn floor. The hay softened his landing a bit, but not much, and he felt a dull, ringing pain in his chin and lower back. He scrabbled to his feet, slipping a bit on the hay, and risked a glance up at the loft.

Its eyes, burning red like irons left in the hearth, leered down at him. Well, hello, little rabbit. How nice of you to come visit. And just in time, I’m famished…

Jax: I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming! Wake up, wake up! *slaps himself in the face# You got too hot in bed, that’s all, wake UP-

Jax yelled in frustrated terror as It lazily flopped over the edge of the hayloft, sending a shower of rotten straw clumps everywhere. Jax’s eyes darted around the area for anything that might help, something to use as a weapon or that needle where was the needle WHERE WAS THE GODDAMN NEEDLE-

Rowstalker: Gnnnnnnnnn…..

It snarled, peeling back Its lips to reveal Its irregular, shattered glass teeth and blight-blackened gums. Those teeth which hurt so badly in mere dreams were now real, and they could finally shred his skin off as easily as peeling an overripe orange. Jax scurried onto the back of the old tractor, desperate for any sort of high ground, not that it would help. It could do anything to catch him… 

Jax: Caine, this isn’t FUNNY! GET RID OF IT RIGHT NOW, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

It bellowed at him, and Jax felt nausea lurch in his stomach. The stench of Its breath was like 100-year-old corn cobs and pulverized animal carcasses rotting on a freeway. He felt his breakfast snake back up his gullet and leaned over the side of the tractor to vomit, a stream of black sludge with a rainbow sheen, like an oil slick. He could have sworn he heard It snort in amusement. “Poor thing, whatever will you do when you’re inside my mouth? Well, don’t worry, you won’t have to put up with it for long after I gnaw your head off and slurp your spine through your neck.”

Rowstalker: Gnnnnnn… CHRRR! 

It lunged for him, missing his leg by centimeters and plunging Its teeth into the left tire of the tractor. Air rushed out of it in an alarmed hiss and Jax fell backwards over the driver’s seat, his head colliding with the steering wheel. Through the smeary lights now dancing in his vision, he saw It pull Its teeth from the tire, air spouting out of it with an almost relieved sigh as the tractor sagged to the left. Jax dimly groped around for the steering wheel so he could hoist himself up before It lunged for him again. His hand slid across the dashboard, accidentally clicking a few powerless switches, and his glove nearly slipped when it ran over the slick, circular face of the odometer. 

Odometer. Something was important about the odome- 

This hesitation, coupled with the haze of hitting his head, led to him being unprepared for Its next attack. He jerked upwards a moment too late as It pounced for him, successfully plunging Its front teeth several inches into his right foot. Jax screamed, his voice raspy from the dusty air. In his dreams, this was where it ended. Once It had him, there was no escape. It would eat him now, immediately chewing him into a wet and mushy wad or worse, take Its time, snapping off his arms and legs first and saving his head for last so the pain lasted as long as possible- 

But… this wasn’t a dream. He wasn’t paralyzed in his bed by sleep. He could move. He could survive. If he didn’t survive, they would never go swimming. He couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted something. He wanted to go swimming. He was going to go swimming. 

Jax: What big teeth you have…! *hoists himself up so he can reach Its mouth and punches one of Its misshapen teeth with all his strength*

It let out a garbled roar of pain and surprise, Its tooth snapping inwards at an odd angle, rotten fluid dribbling out of the partially exposed socket. It let go of Jax’s foot to recoil, shaking Its head around violently. Had It ever actually felt pain before..? No, It couldn’t have. It was against the rules!

Jax looked at the bloodless hole It had left in the middle of his foot. Light shone right through it, and it sparked and stuttered with a glitchy shimmer. Caine’s creations weren’t supposed to hurt them this badly, anything beyond typical “stars and birdies” cartoon nonsense. That could wait, though, he had an opening. 

Jax risked a quick glance at the odometer. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt that it was somehow important. The faceplate was marred and scratchy, so he could barely see the numbers or needle- 

Needle. Of course. 

Jax elbowed the faceplate, shattering it like sugar glass. He glanced back at It, which was still reeling from Its sudden dental luxation, and he stuck his hand into the odometer. Sure enough, he retrieved a long, thin silver key from inside, a fragile little thing no thicker than a sewing needle. 

Rowstalker: GNNNNCCHHHHH!

It made a full bodied lunge for Jax, the rabbit diving off the tractor and belly flopping onto the straw covered floor. The needle-key skittered across the floor and vanished into the hay.

Jax: Nononono-NO! 

Jax attempted to stand but cried out. The massive hole in his foot flared with pain as he tried to put weight on it, jolting with glitchy after-effects as he fell back onto the floor. He glanced over his shoulder and saw It climbing around on the now upturned tractor, no doubt priming Itself to pounce. He frantically climbed forward and sifted through the hay, rotten and fresh, to find the key. A faint glint in a small pile up ahead, there it was! Jax lurched forward and gripped the key, just in time for It to leap off Its perch and land right on top of him. 

Its body was crushingly heavy and Its skin was clammy and squamous, like a reptile or worm, but nauseatingly hot at the same time. It reared back and opened Its vile maw, infected drool, rancid corn juice and a few fat cutworms raining down on Jax’s face. It lunged forward, intent on closing Its jaws around Jax’s upper half, pulling it right off of his hips with one vicious tug. Jax, yelling right back at the creature, swung his left hand, clenched around the needle key, right at one of It’s bloated, scarlet eyes. 

There was a noise like a straw being jabbed through a plastic lid, and It stopped moving. Its maw hung agape in shock. Jax clutched the key, the blade wedged into Its right eye all the way up to the bow. Without a second thought, he cranked his wrist, cutting through the vitreous humor with a fetid, wet squelch. 

It yowled in agony as crimson jelly gushed out of its eye. It wasn’t supposed to feel pain! That’s not allowed! That’s-

Jax, using his uninjured left foot, pushed The Rowstalker off of him with all of his adrenal strength. It tumbled off of him with remarkable ease, still trying in vain to process the amount of pain It was experiencing. It thrashed about on the floor, red phlegm-like goo pouring from Its eye. Jax limped to the exit door, sliding in the needle key with a rather nauseating squishy noise, not bothering to look behind him as he slammed the door shut behind him, leaving him in utter darkness. There was the click of an automatic lock. It couldn’t reach him now. 

He… beat It. 

He slumped against the door. He panted hard and fast for a good five minutes. His foot bloomed with horrible pain, and he grasped it weakly. He probably couldn’t walk on it until Caine fixed him. Caine.

Oh, he was gonna KILL Caine… Later. 

Another door opened across the way, beaming a shaft of light across the dark area. Jax tried to scramble to his feet, but found himself unable to on account of the enormous gaping hole in his foot and how achingly tired he was. Pomni: …Jax? Is that you..? Oh my God, what happened?!

Jax relaxed and fell back onto his butt. Pomni. Pomni and someone else. But Pomni most importantly. His eyes hurt. 

Ragatha: Jax, your foot..! Wh-How did th- a- *coughs, covers her mouth and nose* Oh, you reek! Did you roll around in compost?! 

Jax: Speak for yourself, Rags.  The response came automatically, along with his usual cheeky grin, but it was shaky with  exhaustion. Pomni approached him and gave him a hug, although she held her breath as she did so. Jax savored the hug. Sure, they probably weren’t safe yet. But… he had fought off his worst nightmare. And it was thanks to her. He was… really tired. 

Jax: …I love you guys.

Jax closed his eyes.