#i cant react. i cant react or i’d out myself. i thought i was fine here man. goddamnit.

[seaquestions]

hey. im feeling sick to my stomach and just baaad and just awfuuullll and i wanna leeeaaavveeee :]] i dont have the power to get this guy fired or nothin. i dont even have the power to do anything more than go to the bathroom and take a breather. i hate that my coworker who seemed pretty tolerant is going along with the conversation. motherfucker. not even here……

[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : fiona gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of prostitution and sex trafficking, mentions of sex, mentions of hickeys, bruises and cum, physical violence and abuse, mentions of blood

11:12 pm (fionas perspective)

“hey gorgeous!” dave called over from the bar while proceeding to look me up and down as if i were a meal he was ready to indulge in.

i took a deep breath and approached him as well as the other two beefy men who were leaning on the counter top in front of me.

“good evening gentlemen, how can i help you out tonight?” i asked sweetly while smiling up at them.

“well well well… look who it is. here i was thinking that we wouldn’t get the pleasure of your company tonight but here you are.” one of dave’s friends stated while glaring at me through a pair of shiny aviator sunglasses.

“here i am!” i exclaimed back, trying to keep things friendly.

i had only been working at the club for a week but dave and his two other friends had come in every night since and made a point to speak to me regularly. not that i was complaining or anything, they left great tips.

“how’s it going with your boyfriend gallagher? what was his name again? johnny?” dave asked playfully.

“jimmy.” i corrected “and we actually broke up a few weeks ago.”

“sorry to hear that” dave’s other friend said cockily while looking down at me with a hungry grin smeared across his face.

“you know fionna, if you’re looking for someone to rebound with i think i might have someone in mind.” dave stated, clearly wanting to get to the point.

“well dave i’m flattered but i don’t think i’m ready for a one night stand with a regular from the trashy nightclub i work at.” i responded playfully.

“who said anything about having a one night stand with a regular from the club?” dave countered.

“i have a girl who i think you’d be very interested in. she’d only be 200 for the night but i’d be willing to make a more permanent deal for a grand or so.”

“a girl? i don’t think so gentlemen. i’ve been feeling kinda vanilla lately anyways.” i said firmly trying to bring an end to the conversation.

“seriously? fionna gallagher? vanilla? no way.” dave mocked “listen, if you cant do a grand i’d be willing to go as low as 800. i need to get her off my hands soon and if i cant find anyone to take her by the end of the week she’s gonna end up living in an abandoned warehouse with the other 200 illegal hand whores i got.”

was he really trying to convince me to buy some illegal russian prostitute off of him? i thought to myself, trying to comprehend what the fuck we were talking about.

“you don’t have to agree to anything right now, but just meet her.” dave coaxed, trying to get me to give in even a little bit.

“dave…” i started.

“you know what! i’ll go down to 700! he interrupted. “look, i really need to get some of these whores off of my hands fionna, and you’d be saving some poor girl from ending up below the poverty line giving 10 dollar hand jobs for a living.

“i live below the poverty line!” i snapped back at him. “and even though the thought of some used up russian slut sounds appealing i’m going to have to pass.” i said as i smiled up at dave, clearly satisfied with my response.

“fine, but if you change your mind you know where to find me” he said with an exasperated look on his face.

“great!” i smiled up at him before walking away contently.

. . .

3:04 am

as i stepped out of the back door i felt the cold, harsh wind whip into my face, causing my hair to thrash around me. i quickly locked the entrance to the club and tucked the keys into my pocket before walking at a quick pace towards the L train which was conveniently located only a couple minutes away from the club.

“put me down!” a female with a slight russian accent screamed from about 50 feet away.

as I looked to my left I saw dave and his two buddies trying to load a small brunette into the back of their grey van. they were clearly struggling but seamed to be somewhat in control of the situation.

“hey!” i shouted desperately attempting to grab their attention.

dave looked over his shoulder at me and started walking over to me.

“fionna, what can I do for you? he exclaimed cheerfully “change your mind about the russian whore? i got her right here if you’re interested. however she’s gonna be in slightly damaged condition now.” he said sinisterly while smirking. behind him his two friends continued to struggle with the girl who was covered in bruises, hickeys, and dried cum. her tight strapless black mini dress clung to her petite figure and brought attention to her large breasts and ass.

“what the hell are you doing?” i screamed in disgust as the two men grabbed her by the arms and legs before forcefully shoving her into the back of their dirty honda.

“well fionna i warned you, if i didnt find y/n a new home before the end of the night she was gonna have to deal with some pretty serious consequences.” dave said calmly while examining the distraught look on my face.

“how much?” i asked angrily

“excuse me?” he asked

“you heard me!” i said loudly. “how much do you want for her?”

“well i was offering her up for 700 earlier but now that you’ve past my deadline…” dave trailed off

“how much dave.” i said through gritted teeth.

“twelve hundred.” he stated calmly

i looked over at the petite girl who was now passed out on the floor of the van with a bloody cut on her left cheek and a deep gash on her right arm.

“fine.” i spat and began digging through my wallet to find the cash that was meant to be put towards this months electricity bill.

shoving the cash into daves hand i immediately hurried over to the girl sprawled out across the back of the van and gently pulled her up and out of the honda.

“nice doing business with you sweetheart.” dave said sarcastically before climbing into the front seat and taking off with the two men in the back.

as they drove away i turned my attention back to the girl. i think dave called her y/n but i was unsure.

i turned her onto her back and was immediately amazed by her beauty. her lips were gorgeously plump and a soft shade of pink, her nose was small and naturally contored, she had long dark eye lashes and stunning glossy h/c hair.

although i was unsure of her age i had a feeling she was in her late teens, maybe around 17?

even though i didnt know her i was immediately relieved i had protected her and decided it would be best to bring her back to the gallagher house until she regained consciousness.

“come on y/n. lets go home.” i whispered to her

before picking her up and carrying her to the L.

[daniyanii]

YANDERE KILLMONGER:

‘Slow Death’- Episode 1

I was hiding from Erik in my apartment. I never told him where I lived so I figured I’d be safe at home.

My phone was literally pinging so much the dings weren’t even able to fully ring out before another one cut it off. Finally picking it up, I realized it was hot to the touch.

+1 (473) 372-3639: Y/n please, just talk to me

+1 (473) 372-3639: I know you felt what i felt last night, you don’t have to deny it. I swear I want you

+1 (473) 372-3639: Why the fuck didn’t you go to the bar??

+1 (473) 372-3639: I fucking swear Y/n if you dont pick up your phone, I will find you and it wont be pretty.

Great, now he was threatening me. I had seen Erik half naked last night and I knew that whatever I could do to him, he could do back to me 10x harder. There were too many scars on him for him to be affected by my weak attacks

So, I picked up on his next call. Anything to stop him from looking for me further.

“Baby??” His frantic voice rung out before I could say anything

“Hello?” I mustered the courage to talk back

“Thank god you’re ok. Baby why did you leave me?? you scared the shit outta me.”

“I-I had work…”

“Baby, stop lying to me. I know you don’t gotta work till tuesday, today’s saturday.”

“H-How did you know that?” I was now super worried because if he knew that then he definitely knew more.

“I know everything about you love. You cant hide it from me, I’m the one for you.”

“Erik please, I’m not looking for a relationship at all right now. And I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear last night.”

A moment of silence flew and then you heard Erik’s deeply disturbed chuckles.

“You don’t get that choice anymore baby, you just don’t understand the love I have for you. I licked it so it’s mine, and i’m coming to get what’s mine.”

“Erik you’re not understanding. I dont wanna be with anyone right now. Im sorry if you thought I wasn’t serious about that but I need time to heal from my last relationship still.”

That was a lie I am 110% over my ex. I wouldn’t go back to him even if every other man on this earth spontaneously combusted. But I am still uncomfortable with relationships and the level of vulnerability people have to display in a relationship.

“Heal? What the fuck did that nigga do to the point you gotta heal? I swear just tell me who he is baby and I’ll get him out the the way… forever.” he sounded much too serious

“Look Erik, I really had a great time but last night was the end of whatever we had. I…I think you took it the wrong way so let me be very clear. I do not want to be with you or anyone. I really just want to get to know myself more and im sorry if it’s hard for you to detach from someone you’ve had sex with but I need you to do it. I’m just not the girl you’re looking for right now and i’m really sorry for making you think I was.”

“You done?” Erik responded boredly, like what you were saying was just an unnecessary manual.

“Um…yeah?” I was skeptical about answering because honestly I didn’t know how he would react

“Well then, I guess it’s time to make myself very clear. We are together, and people that are together don’t leave. You don’t wanna be with me right now, and that’s fine. But we are dating. Shit at this point we might as well be married. Because I love you, not only that but I’m in love with you. I think about you all day, and when I sleep I literally fucking dream about you. I needed you, so I got you.”

There was an extremely long silence after that.

‘If I were still that young and romantic teenage girl the words themselves would’ve made me swoon. But i’m not dumb and young anymore, I know men are dangerous and see women and people like me as trophies to just sit on a shelf to collect dust, only pulling them out when they want to.

But apparently I am still dumb. Why did I even do this to myself or him? He’s clearly insane and something I did just set him completely off.’

I had no words to say. Not only has anyone ever said anything remotely similar like that to me but even if they had I would still have no clue what to say. The only thing I could think was:

‘Should I hang up?’

“I know you fuckin heard me. I love you, and there’s nothing you can do or I can do to make me stop. Now please, stop being difficult and just open the door baby.” He started aggressively but ended with a soft serenading tone

“Wha-.” You couldn’t even finish before you heard it

It being the sound of a knock at the door.

[soccerwag]

Hey! Im real soory to bother but can you write something fluff for vinicius jr like your first date or something anything will be fine really if you cant or dont feel like it please feel free to ignore this <33

Yes I will 🤭🫶🏼 I hope you like the way I interpreted it. I also know it’s kinda short this is my first time but I’m sure they’ll get longer the more I practice!

Summary: You and Vini have been friends for a while. You’ve had a crush on him for a while now but never mentioned it out of fear of ruining your friendship. Just recently he had opened up to you about his feelings for you and now today was the day you and him were going on your first date.

Warnings: None

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I’m so stressed right now! I have no clue what to wear, how to do my hair or makeup or what shoes to wear! If I’m being honest I’m so nervous that I don’t even remember what time he said he was going to be here.

I’ve liked Vini since we were 13. At first I tried pushing the feelings away, pretend that they weren’t even there but eventually that was just not something I could do. Although I never put right told him I liked him I’m sure it was obvious to our other mutual friends that I did. It honestly kind of shocked me when he told me he’s liked me for a while now too. All this time I’ve been thinking it was one sided and when really it never was.

I was so engrossed in my panic and anxiety that I didn’t even hear the front door open. I was still in my pajamas. My hair was still a freak show and I haven’t gotten the chance to freshen up.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous straight out of bed.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Shit Vini, I didn’t expect you to be here so soon.” I covered my face from embarrassment.

“I couldn’t figure out what to wear because I wanted to look my best for you but everything I tried on I hated.” I rambled on, starting to work myself up again.

“Hey, hey, hey, you look gorgeous all the time, you could be wearing a huge T-shirt covered in food and a pair of sweatpants and I’d still think you looked absolutely stunning.

I didn’t know how to react, I was calmed immediately, my anxiety washed away and my tension soon let up.

“Vini…you know just how to make me feel better.” I smiled and gave him a hug.

“Why don’t we just have a cute little movie date here.” Vini suggested.

“Honestly that would be great.” I said with another smile tugging on my face again.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the living room.

“What movie do you want to watch princesa.”

“Princess and the frog.”

I laid my body on top of his and just engulfed myself in my body warmth.

We ate so much popcorn and candy I thought I personally was going to explode. I was starting to doze off to sleep but the last thing I heard before I hit slumber was,

“Thank you mi vida, for being you, one day soon I’ll tell you I love you while you’re awake but for now to not scare you I’ll say it while you sleep.” Vini said while stroking my hair and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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Vini after bagging you

[inmydeepestdreams]

A witch visited me on a Friday night.

It was a quiet night in. I was washing up from dinner, the steam from the hot water fogged up my kitchen window. I did not see or hear her approach.

“Jaime.”

I jumped a foot in the air and turned, and there she was.

Just a woman, I thought at first. A robber, a murderer. She was quite beautiful. Exceptionally, actually. Possibly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had very long wavy hair, dark. Olive skin and eyes that conveyed warmth and lust.

I felt my throat closing upon seeing her. I was ready to tell her where all my valuables were and beg for my life.

“I’m not here to hurt you. My name is Iris.”

She was wearing a dress, long and green. Not appropriate burglary attire. Telling me her name did not help her case either.

“You can take my tv, but-I need my laptop for work. My wallet-“

She was in front of me in a flash, she pressed a single, long finger to my lips and looked amused.

“No no, I’m not here for that.”

I felt panic start to take hold. I had a dirty knife somewhere in the dish water behind me. Could I defend myself? Could I kill another person?

To my shock and disgust, I felt familiar stirrings in my gut, I had become aroused. And sure, Iris was beautiful, but she was also probably threatening my life, and I’ve never been a particularly kinky guy.

She looked like she was aware of my feelings. She took a step back, then a quick one forward, pressing a lingering kiss to my open lips.

It had been a while. Over a year since I kissed anyone. Still, I couldn’t react, too confused. My arousal, however, was growing. I could feel my jeans growing too tight.

“Im here for you, I want you to please me.”

“Um.” I looked around, expecting some sort of camera crew or maybe death, because what the fuck. “Im sorry, what?”

She chuckled, her arms twisted to her back. She held my eyes for several seconds, then the top of her green dress fell, revealing her chest.

I got an eye full but promptly looked away, not wanting to be creepy. There were new cracks in my ceiling. Would I have to call my landlord about it?

“Im Iris, I’m a witch. And I want you to get me pregnant.”

Hysterical laughter forced its way out. I still didn’t look at her. Okay. She’s nuts, and she’s going to kill me. Fine. Twenty-eight is a good run. I’ve…traveled. Some. Gone to a few museums. I tolerate my job. I’ve done enough.

“Jaime, the proof is right here.”

I felt her hand grip me over my pants, I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut. It felt…god. It felt amazing. The last time I kissed someone was over a year ago, but the last time I was touched…that’s too embarrassing to admit.

I looked down, expecting her hand. I felt it there, she was squeezing.

There was no hand. In fact, Iris was holding her hands up in front of her to prove she was not touching me.

I gasped and jumped back, but I had already been leaning against the counter.

My zipper undid itself, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. I felt the invisible hand stroke me over my boxers. My head was spinning.

“I’m not ready to be a father.” I gasped, tears in my eyes.

“You don’t have to be. You don’t have to know anything about it.”

Remembering my own upbringing, I said: “thats worse.” I whimpered as the invisible hand moved under my boxers and gripped me fully. It was soft, but strong. Her own hand but in telekinesis form? She wasn’t doing anything to indicate it was her, but obviously it was.

“Does feel good?”

“Yes,” I cried, hips bucking up as I felt it ghost over the tip. This was so damn weird, and not at all how I expected the night to go.

Iris pushed the hair over her shoulder and I stared at her chest for way too long.

“Do you want to fuck me.”

Yes.

I thought. Yes please. But no. No no no. I didn’t want to be a father, real or absent. And fucking a witch felt complicated, dangerous.

I shook my head. Her hand was gone from my cock as her arms dropped. I stifled a whimper and hung my head.

“I cant…I don’t want to be a father.”

After a long moment she said:

“Youll change your mind.” And then she was gone.

-

I understand now why she said that.

I bucked into my hand in the middle of my bathroom, moaning freely because I didn’t fucking care at that point. My orgasm enveloped me and my cum splattered the white walls.

I sighed, pushing myself back into my boxers and washing my hands. I had ten minutes or so.

But of course, that time I only had two.

I was eating cereal on the couch, watching sports highlights when I watched my cock rise again in my boxers, right where I held my bowl.

I picked it up and ignored it. It really hurt, it made me dizzy and it made chewing a full brain task. If I touched myself, I’d come quickly and have the relief for a few minutes. But my arm was tired.

Still, after ten minutes of throbbing and desperation, I came anyway, staining the inside of these boxers again.

It’s been a week, and my apartment is covered in come stains.

Iris could have collected from them by now. But I haven’t seen her.

I can’t stop being hard. No matter what. I come and I come and I come, and it’s amazing every time. It feels wonderful, the touch is never bland, but I can’t fucking stop. No matter what.

I worked from home. The first day after Iris tried to harvest my sperm, or whatever, I got unbearably hard during a work call. My cock stood, brushing the desk. Yeah, I was on the call in my sweatpants, whatever. I haven’t gone into the office in years now. On the call, to my horror, my hips acted absent of my mind and rubbed the head against the desk. I came in seconds, I barely had enough to cover my phone.

I wake up every morning with sheets stained several times over. I don’t even wake up anymore, it’s like pissing the bed but with orgasms.

I ignore the sticky mess in my boxers and rinse out the bowl. Quickly, I strip in the hall and let them crust on the floor. I wipe myself off with a tissue and put on clean underwear and my tightest jeans, as well as a too long sweater. The dreaded day had come. I needed to grocery shop.

I grabbed a towel and a stool from my kitchen island and positioned them next to the door. I looked at my watch and waited.

That time it was eight minutes. Didn’t look good for my shopping trip.

I sat there, hovering over the towel. I couldn’t wait till I came in my pants again but I had to prolong it somewhat to make it last.

I stared at a place where the wall sticks out. Two days ago I rubbed my clothes cock against that until I was crying out. I hit my head against the corner, it was still bruised.

I felt pleasure rush me and new I was about to come in my pants. I quickly freed myself from the jeans. I gathered the come at the tip and sucked it off my index finger in the name of cleanliness. With three quick strokes and the thought of Iris, I came on the towel, successfully saving my clothes.

When I was sure I was done I kicked the towel out of the way, closed myself up and ran out of my apartment, desperate to get myself through this as soon as possible.

I only needed a few things, and I was almost done when it hit me again.

I had picked up an eggplant, I felt my pants tighten. I looked at my watch. Six minutes.

I threw the eggplant in the basket and went to the pasta aisle. One more item. Come on.

I was hard, fully, and hopefully not obviously. I kept my sweater pulled down and when I obsessively checked I saw nothing, but my face was red and my eyes were tearing and I just wanted to fuck the floor of this grocery store.

I reached for a box of noodles when it happened. The aisle was empty. My arm shook. With my other hand I bit my fist and felt my come hit my boxers. It felt like a lot. When it was over, though, I couldn’t check for a wet spot, as someone had entered the aisle.

I thanked god for self check out and ran home.

I unlocked my front door and was hard again. My head was spinning, it felt like I hadn’t come in years. I threw my bags on the floor and ran to my sofa, flopping face down on it.

I knew this was Iris’s doing, obviously. I knew I could do something about it. Hell, I wanted to.

In my jeans, I rubbed myself against the sofa. The friction was enough to make me whine. It never did take much. I came in those boxers for the second time, and went to undo my groceries.

This has been my reality for seven days.

I masturbated twice while making dinner, I came against my kitchen table while eating it. I was eating half naked, as I ran out of underwear.

I walked around my apartment all night in just a t-shirt. I watched in real time I cock harden, grow red and angry, and spew come like a volcano.

Was this hell? Was Iris a demon? Or an angel?

I mean come on, Is this every guys fantasy? Ultimate stamina?

I had a feeling that when she was done with me, I’d never come again.

My shirt was covered in come, as was the couch by the time I finished my evening TV time. I couldn’t keep up with the cleaning after a day so I ignored it.

I stripped my shirt off and climbed into ruined sheets. I came untouched three times before going to sleep.

In my dreams, she was there, riding my cock with fervor.

She was always there, she never spoke, just fucked me. It couldn’t be real, or surely she would leave me alone by now? Take what she wanted and go?

There’s no way of knowing how many orgasms I had during the night, or any night.

I had to do laundry, meaning I had to pick every piece of clothing I had up and toss it in my washing machine. I winced as I gathered my destroyed underwear, each stained several times over. I continued down the hall half naked, in just socks and a t-shirt. My penis was of course, hard. It slapped against my grey shirt, the cum gathered at the tip staining it too.

I sighed and stripped my shirt, tossing it in the washer. I was about to start it when I felt my orgasm closing in. With the door of the washing machine opened, I got as close as I could and shot my load over the dirty clothes. I somehow got none on the floor.

“Good, less I have to clean.” I sighed as my cock softened and my body started to cool down. A few minutes of peace, at least. I started the washer and considered cleaning.

But when I got back out into my bedroom, she was there.

“Jaime,” she smiled, I jumped ten feet in the air, hand instantly coming down to cover myself. I was completely naked except for my mismatched socks. I felt my blush creep down my body.

In her presence, like the last time, I felt myself begin to stir.

“Have you changed your mind?” She stood from where she was sitting on my bed, walking slowly up to me, cat-like. “Because, I could make it worse for you. Or better, depending on your preference.”

She looked the same as she did a week ago, she had on the same green dress. She walked around me and traced a finger on my bare shoulders, causing goosebumps to rise.

I wanted to give in. More than anything. I wanted to bury myself in her over and over again, forever.

“I-I…”

“I know you’re sensitive. It’s hard to vocalize your desires.”

Again, her dress came undone. Only this time it fell off her completely, and I didn’t take my eyes away.

“But you’re going to have to, Jaime, so I can give you what you want.”

Like a creepy boss, my eyes were stuck on her tits. Large, round, mine.

No, wait. Not mine. Where the hell did that thought come from?

My eyes traveled down, to her smooth, soft looking stomach, her pillowy thighs, and to the wetness I knew lay between them. I haven’t fucked someone in well over a year, despite my thousands of orgasms this last week, I felt like I hadn’t come in decades.

“I want you,” I mumbled, it was practically inaudible and I was extremely embarrassed by my neediness. My cock was throbbing, I was still covering myself and the light touch did nothing to help the situation.

“Whats that, cutie?” She smiled, standing closer to me. Her eyes were a light brown, or hazel. I don’t know. I don’t know.

“I want you.”

“You’re going to have to speak up.” She teased, and something snapped.

I grabbed her arms, surging forward to find her lips. Her eyes widened in delight as I closed the distance. She kissed like she was taking something from me, and I guess she was. She was, whatever. She was taking everything from me, she could have it. I wanted her to have it.

I moved us, backing up, up, up until I met resistance, her legs hit my bed. I pushed, lightly, clearly. She fell back. For a moment, I just looked down at her, her eyes were hungry, daring. I knew I could leave, I could run. She’d let me, but it’s the last thing I wanted.

Slowly, deliberately, she spread her legs open. Revealing her dripping pussy to me. And as much as I wanted to fall to my knees and devour it, my own pleasure was at the front of my mind.

“You gotta tell me exactly how you want it. You want it like this? Sweet, romantic?”

“I want you,” was apparently all I could say. Usually I’m a bit more articulate.

“I know, baby. Come here, you don’t have to wait any longer.”

So, I listened, I kissed her again, but Iris wasn’t wasting time, her hand was on my cock, it felt like cool electricity passing through me as she lined up the head with her entrance.

“Ill make you feel good,” she said. And if I ever before doubted that she had magical powers, those doubts were squashed.

Because she did, she did make me feel good. I was fucking her, but it’s like she was moving my body for me. Harder and harder, faster, faster, faster still. Her warm wetness, the pleasure, it was making me dizzy.

And at the same time, I felt hands all around me, hands, mouths. Like there were a thousand people pleasuring me. She was under me, eyes closed and smiling, occasionally letting our delicate sounds of pleasure. Meanwhile, someone’s fingers were in my ass, hitting the spot there, someone’s mouth was in my neck, someone was toying with my nipples .

It was. It was. The best moment of my life, hands down. Damn the consequences. I’d kill to have this forever.

The sensations were all too much to prolong it, they had to be, right? I had never experienced sex like that before. Magical sex. Iris reached up, gripping my back so hard I knew it would leave bruises.

“Come on, come in me, do it.” She said, moaning and pushing her hips up to meet me. She let out a cry, and I felt her contract under me. That was it, that’s all it could be. My thrusts grew sloppy, as they became my own as I came. Warmth erupted over me that was quickly put out, like I walked into air conditioning on a hot day. Then came the actual pleasure, the sparkling, hot, wonderful feelings that spread through my entire body.

I made an embarrassing sound and fell against her, cock still thrusting all on its own throughout the process. When it was finally over, when I could actually roll off her, she was smiling.

Iris reached out and patted my cheek.

“Thank you, Jaime. You’re a good one.” And just like that, Iris was gone.

When I got up, I’d see her dress disappeared with her. My boners after that would be normal. The only evidence that anything ever happened were the purple marks on my shoulders and the deep cleaning that had to be done in the days following.

[notyobabygirl]

PART 3:

my gut tells me that i have an amazing bf who has made mistakes, and this is his first serious relationship so he’s had to learn some of these things as well. but my anxious attachment and intensity in relationships is telling me that i shouldn’t have forgave him for these things, or that he’s lying about them. even though i have zero proof or reason not to believe him. we haven’t had any issues, and he continues to reassure me when i get into a bad headspace about our past. we’ve also really reconnected and fallen even more in love with each other in the last few months. most of the situations i’ve listed happened during our rough patch or right after it. but when i’m alone for too long or get in a overthinking mood- that’s when i start to question if i should have stayed with him after everything or if i’ll ever be able to 100% trust him and forgive him for everything. because i have a habit of holding grudges on things and letting the past affect present me. i guess my question is- are any of the things he did something you’d break up with someone over? did i overreact or underreact? i know everyone is different, but i’ve seen how real and mature your outlooks on relationships are, so i’d value what you would do in those cases. and do you have any advice on forgiving someone you love for their mistakes that hurt you? or just any advice on how i can grow and not be so insecure within my relationship? i feel like i’ve recently become more confident and started to trust him more, so i have a little progress there. but i obviously still have overthinking issues and am not completely over the past yet. i wish i was more present/future focused :/ sorry this was so long and ended up being 3 parts! you’re an absolute angel and i’m looking forward to even a little bit of advice/insight from you 🤍

hi hi! okay ill answer every one of your questions. no i dont think any of those things are worth breaking up over. he was unhonest yes but he never did anything crazy. i think you reacted fine, i would be sketched out too and ask a million questions for reassurance. i think something to keep in mind is not to act too over bearing because then they might keep stuff from you. like if he turned off his location because he thought you would get upset at him at a strip club then you need to ask yourself why? he should be okay with telling you hes at a stupid strip club instead of hiding it from you. its not good hes hiding stuff but theres a deeper reason. like for example if theres acouple girls on the explore page you cant freak out over it because he literally might get scared of you and start hiding stuff. if he tells you a story about a girl, dont ask a million questions. you have to act confident and like you dont care. you have to get over his past and whathappened in the beginning of the relationship because holding onto that will only hurt you. recently i have been telling myself to act like a confident and cool girlfriend. dont be over protective, dont act like a mom, the less strict you are and crazy, the better your relationship will be! love you <3

[saoirse1993]

i went very sick, it all started last monday when i was out with friends. we stayed outside for a coffee to chill until late night. the weather these days is very inconsiderate for someone like me who gets sick after sweating a lot lol. i catch a cold and monday morning, before i started my shift i began sneezing and so i asked mama to buy me any good medicine to somehow make me feel at ease. after taking 3 tablets, i thought it went okay at night. the next morning, tuesday, it was very uncomfortable already cause my of my clogged nose, i barely can’t breathe and my temperature went up a little. i had to take a halfday sick leave hoping that i will feel better in the afternoon if i’d get more rest and sleep. thankfully, i was able to attend my afternoon halfday shift, i started at 1 pm and it was all okay, i was fine not until around 4 pm. i started chilling and from that monent i knew, something terrible will happen in the next 24 to 48 hours. i have been observing how my body reacts when i start getting sick since college, so i knew what’s gonna happen next. i monitored my body temperature that day, it was 37.7 around afternoon and it went up to 38.6 in the evening. it was so cold that i cant stop myself from chilling. i had paracetamol but it’s not working. i lost my sense of smell and taste that night. i was so weak and i’m thinking that maybe it’s covid again.

the next morning i woke up, still i am very sick. all medications from last night didn’t work. my mother decided to bring me to the nearest clinic so i can have a prescription of antibiotics if needed since i am chilling which is also a sign of infection. i visited a doctor in the afternoon and gave me antibiotics to take, he said i have symptoms of covid but there’s nothing to worry because all my vital signs are good and i just need to take what’s prescribed. few minutes after taking the prescribed medication, i began sweating and little by little i also started feeling a little better. the next morning, thursday, i woke up feeling much more better. with continuous medication, i got back to my normal body temperature in the afternoon. i was able to take a hot shower to freshen up myself, i just don’t have yet my smell and taste. friday, everything went back to normal, i went back to work and got my taste and smell back. and also,i finally got back my appetite to eat.

tbh, i was a bit worried that it might get worse. god is so good to me, i am happy now that my out of town with friends is 100% sure to happen next weekend!

[spencerswhoreclub]

I HATE YOU

By- Spencerswhoreclub

I LOVE THIS TROPE, it's enemies to lovers so enjoy

This chapter contains- arguing, degrading, praise kink, mommy kink, choking, sub Spencer, dominant reader, over stimulating, orgasm deprivation, (male) anal fingering, (male receiving) oral sex, (female) penetration, and a sub drop.

Wc- 2280

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Your POV

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Spencer and I have had it out for each other since day one. When I first met him and he refused to shake my hand. I wasn't too worried because I knew he was a germaphobe and was going to refuse, but it didn't hurt to try.

To my surprise every single time I talked to him he would brush me off. He would come up with an excuse like him being swamped with work or he would get up to get coffee.

But when every time I would even look in his direction or even open my mouth to say something to someone I could hear him scuff like I just insulted his mother. That is when I decided I'd give him the same energy he gave me.

So then every time he talked I would roll my eyes or let out a small laugh. He obviously caught onto it because he decided to escalate his antics.

Soon after he started closing doors just before I could walk through them or even interrupting me in the middle of my sentence. So I decided I'd make sure to time when I got to work just right so I could shut the elevator doors before he arrived. If he came earlier I came earlier, it was a vicious cycle.

It escalated to the point where everyone on the team noticed, they would even pull us to the side and constantly ask what's wrong and of course we both just said it was nothing and chalked it up to us being tired of having a bad day.

Eventually after three months of us hating each other hotch had enough of us. When we were in the middle of bickering about what the unsubs motive was he intervened.

"Y/n, Reid, the team and I are all tired of you going back and forward. I don't know what happened to cause this feud but until it's resolved you guys will be sharing a hotel room, I don't care how long it takes so you better play nice"

Both Spencer and I tried to defend ourselves but it was no use hotch had made up his mind.

After a long day of arguing with Spencer I had to go back to my shared hotel room with him. When we finally got to the hallway I did what anyone In my position would do.

I took off sprinting down the hallway, he obviously caught onto what I was trying to do because he ran after me. Just before he caught up I unlocked the door and shut it behind me.

"Y/n you know I have a key too right"

He sounds out of breath from running, why is it low key hot- no, y/n you hate him

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Before I could realize what was happening my back was against the door and his body was pressed against mine.

"What the fuck was that"

Are you fucking serious, did he really ask what that was after he went from icing me out to being just plain rude to me.

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Spencer's POV

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I asked her what was up but honestly I knew I had been a jerk to her from the moment she stepped into the building.

In the beginning she really just did catch me at a bad time. I had planned on properly introducing myself the next day but after I had time to think about it I figured I wouldn't be able to shake my first impression so I decided I'd just stick with being an ass.

But to be honest I did really like her, she had always been in the back of my mind. I constantly imagine her tying me up or edging me until I had tears in my eyes. But I also want more than that, I want to be the reason she smiles, I want her to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night

I was thrown out of my daydream when I felt her push me off of her

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Your POV

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I pushed him off of me and started yelling at him pushing him further and further while doing so

"WHAT WAS THAT? You mean what you're been doing to me since you met me, for a genius you're really fucking stupid. I've don't nothing but match the energy you gave me"

I finally pushed him down onto the bed and I heard him whimper making me smile.

"God I fucking hate you"

I smashed our lips together and we ripped each other's clothes off eager to see each other naked after being deprived of each other for months.

Once we were both in our underwear I attached my lips to his neck and grabbed the growing bulge in his boxers, then he let out a loud moan.

"Damn baby boy I've barely touched you"

"Ik m-mommy it just feels s-so good"

Before I could even register what he said his eyes went wide and he tried to sit up

"I- I'm so sorry I don't know what I was-"

I cut him off with a kiss, I tried to put as much love as I possibly could into it just so he knew it was alright

"Baby it's fine, I wouldn't want you to call me anything else"

I made my way down to the bed so that I was eye level with his dick and slowly pulled down his boxers. Of course his dick is like the rest of him, absolutely beautiful.

I take my time kissing everywhere around where he truly wanted me, I could lie and say it was to tease him but I really wanted this to last as long as possible.

Finally I gave in and wrapped my lips around the tip. I brought my head up and down, taking more and more each time earning more small whimpers from him.

"Mommy I'm about to cum"

"Oh no you're not, not yet at least. You've been such a bad boy and bad boys get punished. Turn around and get on your hands and knees."

He does so immediately not wanting to make it any worse for himself. I leaned over him while pushing his shoulders down so that his back was arched.

"Is this okay?"

I whisper in his ear while pushing two fingers against his entrance

"Y-yes pl-please mommy I need it"

I applied more pressure, slowly pressing my fingers into his hole earning a loud moan. At first I went slow then I started going faster and deeper until I hit his prostate.

"Fuck- mommy can I please cum"

"Of course you can baby"

Even after he released I kept going, I figured I'd fuck with him more. Since he was already sensitive it didn't take him long to get close.

"Mommy I'm close, please can I cum"

"Yes baby boy"

Even after he finished again i still didn't stop

"Please mommy stop, it's too much"

He saw with tears streaming down his face

"No, you're going to cum for each month you insisted on being a dick to me"

"B-but I c-cant"

"Yes you can, you want to be my good boy don't you?"

"Yes m-ma'am"

"So cum for me"

His legs started shaking and he finally released onto the bed for the third time of the night.

"Turn over onto your back, I'm going to ride you and you're not going to cum until I do, got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good boy"

As soon as he got onto his back I wasted no time taking off my bra and underwear, he was so busy staring at my tits he didn't even notice me climbing on top of him

"Hey my eyes are up here"

I said while snapping in his face

"Sorry mommy you're just so pretty"

"Yeah yeah shut up so I can fuck you"

I took his dick in my hand and teased him by rubbing his tip up and down my opening

"P-please mommy"

"Fine, but only because you're cute when you beg"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth I sunk down on his length earning a loud moan from Spencer. I started bouncing up and down but I couldn't help but notice his hands balled into fists gripping the sheet so hard I'm surprised it didn't rip.

Then I realize I never gave him permission to touch me, he's trying so hard to be a good boy for me.

"Baby boy it's okay, you can touch me"

His hands were immediately on my waist gripping hard enough to leave marks.

"How do you think the team would react if they say you like this huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw how much of a little slut you are"

He opened his mouth but all he could get out was high pitched moans. So I wrapped my hand around his throat

"I asked you a question, what do you think they'd say"

"I-I d-don't know"

"They would say you're pathetic for letting a girl take over and use you"

I leaned forward to get a better angle and he saw this as a perfect opportunity to suck on my tits.

"Shit- baby boy if you keep this up I won't last"

"Please cum for me mommy, I want it so much"

I reached down and rubbed my clit in circles then I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach

"Fuck Spence I'm cuming, please fill me up"

We both came at the same time and I collapsed next to him. I went to get up to go pee but he pulled me back down.

"Spence I-"

"Please, please don't leave, I-I'm sorry I was so bad to you I didn't mean it. I really like you a-and I just didn't know how to-"

That's when I realized he had been crying

"Shhh Spence it's fine-"

"No it's not fine-"

"Don't ever interrupt me again"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now I understand Spencer and I promise I won't leave you. Come here"

I scooted back on the bed so I was leaning against the headboard. I sat there with open arms waiting for him to come to me.

He crawled up to me and curled up on my chest. He looked at my boobs and back at me silently asking permission and I nodded my head. He took my nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

This poor boy has some serious mommy issues and abandonment issues.

"Spencer I understand why you did what you did and I'm not going to hold it against you"

Then I felt something wet roll down my chest

"Baby why are you still crying"

"B-because I want t-this to be more than a o-one time thing. Just because you forgive m-me doesn't mean you like me"

"Spence look at me"

Grab his face and kiss him softly

"I promise you're not the only one that wants this to be more than a one time thing"

"Really"

"Yes Spence, I'd love to call you my boyfriend if that's alright with you."

"Yes please"

He attached his lips to my neck sucking harshly

"Baby boy we have to be up early tomorrow and if you don't stop I won't be able to resist fucking you again."

He still didn't stop so I shot him a glance as a warning and he stopped, god I love how submissive he is.

Before I knew it I was getting woken up by my alarm. I took a second to admire how cute he looked before I woke him up but eventually I had too. We had to meet the team downstairs for breakfast.

We both took our time in the shower, and ended up fucking so we had to rush to get dressed. So much so we both forgot about the marks we left on each other.

When we finally got downstairs the whole team was there, all was normal until Morgan noticed something.

"Damn pretty boy I didn't know you had it in you"

"What, what are you talking about"

Spencer asked

"You and y/n over here both have marks, y'all definitely fucked last night."

His face turned a deep shade of pink and as cute as it was I had to step in.

"Okay and? We fucked this morning in the shower too"

Unfortunately this barely phased him and he kept talking

"So y/n how's his dick game"

"I wouldn't know, I was the one in charged"

"No way"

"I'll prove it"

I walked over to Spencer and slightly pinched his butt and he let out an involuntary whimper

"Mommy"

It was barely audible but it was just loud enough to the entire team to hear

Now it was his turn to be speechless

But eventually hotch finally broke the silence

"You know this isn't what I was expecting when I made y'all room together but anything is better that that bickering"

This time the entire team chimed in

"Most definitely"

"Agreed"

"Yes."

I was about to defend myself but Spencer interrupted me

"Hey-"

"Y/n it's fine"

"What did I say about interrupting me"

"I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Good, now let's go solve this case"

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

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I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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[arcadejohn127-9]

Helloooooo I love your work so much. How would the brothers and undatables react to Micheal taking MC as a hostage because they want they want something from Diavolo.

Are you the same anon from before? 👀 People really like villian Michael and I'm here for it

Do I love the idea of a darker obey me? Yes, if the game was a higher age rating it would just be

Let's get into it

Warning: angst, kidnapping and blackmail

To see you alone was a blessing. You were normally swarmed by people all wanting your attention. How remarkable.

Michael watched you walk carefree down the streets of the Devildom, you were humming a tone he was not familiar with. Why were you alone? That was only a question you could answer but he didn't need the answer. He just saw this as an opportunity.

"it's been so long since we've seen each other."

"huh-? Who are- Michael? What are you doing here?"

You looked around, clutching the strap of your bag. You couldn't see him which only made you feel more uneasy. Your eyes scanned the street in hopes you'll find him but there wasn't a single person in sight.

It was work hour; Everyone was free off the streets meaning it was safe for you to walk outside without an escort. You're starting to now regret this freedom.

"just visiting, we've never formally met, have we? I'm not far up ahead - let's meet face to face, shall we?"

There was an alleyway up ahead. You weren't a fool - you were polite but not a fool. Human world, demon world, angel world - whatever world. There was no way you're following a voice to an alleyway when there's no one around. You could be hearing one of your friends voices and you'd still leg it the other way.

"I'm not sure about that....I should be getting back to the dorm."

"fine, but let's atleast say goodbye."

You nodded with a quick bye, believing that he would see. You quickly turned on your heel ready to run back to the dorm but you suddenly felt something wrap around your wrist.

You tried to turn. your vision went black. A hand was covering your eyes whilst you thrashed against their grasp. Your voice was lost as you the world around began to spin. The darkness only caving in quicker.

The next moment you suddenly sprung up. You tried to scream but there was something shoved in your mouth; it made your jaw ache as you tried to yank your hands away from the restraints. You were atleast thankful you could see but less thankful you couldn't remember how to escape being kidnapped. All those tutorials and videos just washed out of your brain due to pure mindless fear.

"Ah~! Diavolo it's lovely to see you! I was getting concerned this wouldn't turn on, you've stolen something that belongs me and I want it back - give me the relic in your father's tomb or-"

You stared as Michael began approaching, eyes flickering back to the screen. Michael was suddenly grasping your face, tugging it closer to him. Making sure you could be seen in the screen.

"say goodbye to your key to peace! I'm sure (Y/N) would agree their life is far more important than some relic."

You could just about make out for friends and you began screaming, shaking your head furiously.

Whatever Michael wanted you weren't going to claim it higher than your life. Is it stupid? Yes but without knowing the price of this sacrifice you didn't want to cause a doomsday. If it's worth kidnapping you for and being locked away in the old kings tomb; it wasn't going to be something simple and nice like a vase.

"As an angel I'll be merciful to you, you have until sundown in the human world, I'll be happy to keep little (Y/N) company~"

He grabbed your shoulders, grinning. You weren't sure what he was going to do to you. Was he going to hurt you? How long was it until sundown? All these questions made your head hurt, trying to hold back your tears as you kept shaking your head.

The screen suddenly turned off and you were left alone with the angel. Your body froze as you heard him laugh. You let out a whimper, crying as he circled around you.

Lucifer:

"My Lord, you can't give him that relic - it'll tear a hole into the realms-!"

But he knew apart of him wanted to say 'screw the three realms'

Mammon:

He just wanted you to be safe

Would he be safe if Michael holds the relic? No, you'd be in more danger

"It's 2 hours until sundown, his mercy is a joke, we need to do something now."

Everyone grew more restless as they tried to think of a plan

Lucifer looked back at the screen, hoping he could see what Michael was doing to you but there was nothing

He had to get you back!

"whatever he's asking for better be important or else you better hand it over, I ain't letting him keep his hands on them!"

He's furious

He didn't follow you out one time and now you've been kidnapped!

Levithan:

He wanted to desperately get you back home

Lucifer gripped his shoulder, telling him to calm down but he only frowned

"I can't- you assigned me to look after them and now they're who knows where! Do we even know where Michael took 'em?!"

Everyone froze for a moment

Realizing, there was no destination, no clues, no way to call Michael back

Their two hours needed to be spent wisely

"This is just like one of my games....BUT WORSE! what's the relic?! There's no way it could be more important than (Y/N)-"

You were the kidnapped royalty and he was going to be the determined Plummer

Satan:

Seeing how scared you look made his mind blur, just thinking of how to get you back

But Lucifer answered his question

It could rip holes into the realms

Michael was the final bad guy and he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to beat him

"What if this all a set up? What If he's already hurt them or kil- got rid of them, what are we going to do?"

"He couldn't possibly want- Prince Diavolo you're going to get (Y/N) back but if he gets that relic we're all good as dead."

He wanted nothing more to just get you back but he understood the risk

He was already planning a way to get you back

Asmodeus:

A sike on the relic - they get you back and Michael doesn't get it

But the question remained - where were you

He couldn't recognize the room but it was light up naturally

Wait-

"if it's 2 hours to sundown it would not be that bright if it's the human realm but he's basing it off one part of the planets time zone - the only other option could be the celestial realm, it's always daytime there."

The others looked at him stunned

He mewled over his thoughts, pacing back and fourth as he tried to figure out where you were

"What are we going to do?! When I said I'd love to see them tied up this isn't what I meant-! We have to get them back, can't we just get him a fake?!"

He was panicking

He could gather the relic was of high importance of Michael was going to go this far

Beezlebub:

But at the risk of you getting hurt or Michael doing something to you if they're not quick enough?!

Levi asked him to repeat himself, he immediately got grouchy and complained about his brother not listening

"we should get a fake, how is he going to know the difference unless he immediately uses it but we're faster than angels and stronger."

Belphegor piped in, reminding him angels are more advanced in weapons and magic

They all were starting to lose hope

Determined still but knowing the time limit and being unable to think of a full plan was getting to them

"You better figure out a plan or I'll go get (Y/N) myself, I'm not waiting for you to decide."

A threat to the prince?

Beezlebub knew that was risky but not getting you back was worse

Belphegor:

If he had to rely on himself to get this done then it'll be done

"That looked like Michaels training spot, if it's in the celestial realm then that's the safest space for him."

"If Michael wants to play like that I say we do the same for that relic, threaten to destroy it if he doesn't give back (Y/N)."

He was like his twin

Ready to get you by himself if he had to, no matter what

His sin wasn't going to hold him back this time

UNDATEABLES↓

He will get you back

Mammon snapped at him, reminding Michael wasn't fair and could of already done something to you

Or fake giving you back

"I'm not lazing around whilst (Y/N) could be getting tortured! Beel got an area and I say we go there and force him to give back (Y/N)."

Barbatos hummed, deciding to remain silent as he watched them think

Belphegor tried to force back a yawn but more kept coming

Diavolo:

"Please, understand this is a difficult situation - I want them back just as much as you all do but this has gotten bigger than some simple scheme."

He was devastated; you were in this situation because of him

He couldn't just let you sit there tied up with Michael

But that relic in his hands could reverse everything he's worked for

Barbatos:

What's even worse you could be hurt

"The brothers cant enter the celestial realm, that would be why he choice it - then only me and barbatos could do it."

It seems hope was completely completely lost

He had faith him and barbatos could save you but he couldn't just leave them waiting in the Devildom

He needed other people to help incase things went terrible

"If it'll put you all at ease, I have a solution but all of you need to listen closely and follow this perfectly."

The plan was to have the twins go together, have Solomon make a replica of both the key and the relic

+bonus chatacter

Diavolo face Michael 'alone' while the rest of them get ready to grab you and attack if things go south

Simeon would come with Diavolo to put the other angels at ease

"But for the brother's to enter I need to be able to use my powers properly, I'll reverse time on their body's but not their minds - it's a difficult spell but I can do it."

After all their angel forms were happily accepted and loved

But who they are currently were not

Michael:

"I'm glad you've decided to be reliable, I'm sure you're aware of the angels positioned outside, they're ready to fire as soon as you try anything."

He pointed to the openings, shining arrows aiming at the demon prince

He was prepared to stop his plan failing

But his disadvantage was undermining how much these demons needed you

Diavolo held the fake relic

You begged him not to; whilst with Michael he told you all about his plan, detailing how he was going to eliminate all humans and lesser demons

Diavolo demanded for you back but Michael just shook his head

"Relic first then the human."

and the trade was complete, Diavolo held you close to his chest

Michael twisted the egg shaped relic but screamed when he realized it was a fake

He ordered the angels to fire but they all aimed at him

He was struck down, the demon brother's replacing his archers

Diavolo handed you over to the brother's, they hugged you and fretted over your tattered state

"Take them....me and Michael have alot to talk about."

[polyamorouscultureis]

How can I overcome the guilt of being a bad communicator when im angry? I’ve been told I come off passive aggressive. im just in my head a lot and thinking of a respectful way to react. Other people view it as childish for not communicating my feelings instantly. Its hard for me to know what im feeling and why and i just feel like thats for me to figure out BEFORE I bring an issue to someone. For context i met this guy and I feel like we both moved too fast out of lust. He was going through alot (idk why i always attract ppl at this stage in their life) He lost a family member, and just got out of a relationship. He said the relationship was dead long before it was over but he was still working through things within himself because of it. He said he still felt emotionally available, but i’m realizing now when he still had a lot to work on he was removing the romance aspect of that.. which i didnt understand at the time and asked twice because I felt confused. So I let him know I dont want anything casual/FWB, and he said he didnt either. We’d hang out and he’d be like “we’re on a date” and it felt manipulative once I really started to think about it. Why use that language if we arent actually building on something? After we were intimate with eachother he said “i wouldnt fall in love with me right now. I just dont have the capacity to receive/give love romantically how i normally would” i didnt say anything then because he was being honest and vulnerable but it hurt. I felt manipulated. Probably manipulated myself into thinking something good could come from this. I dont have many experiences with good/honest men. Even though that is the bare minimum.. I wanted to hold on because i felt like i deserved to be loved, but also recognized he cant.. and i just feel like he had just as much responsibility to leave me alone knowing that. I’m also holding myself accountable because so did I. I left something at his house and went to go get it. I was so passive aggressive, told him nothing was wrong, tried to walk away from him after getting my stuff. I thought it would be best to just ghost him. I already caught feelings and it’d hurt too much if he chose to gaslight me to my face. I didnt want to break down in front of him. He called me once i got to my car and cursed at me.. i was so triggered i brought everything i was feeling to his attention in an accusatory way and i feel so much guilt because i feel like maybe if i wasnt so emotional about the situation he would’ve heard me out. I just felt like he could’ve been more sensitive and understanding to how i reacted especially because I previously explained i’ve been through emotionally/sexual abuse. He called me selfish, told me we’re done and its all my fault, and didn’t even acknowledge my explanation for reacting that way. I apologized a few days later once I cooled off but he ignored it, told me if i had more grace he’d have more empathy..and blocked me. Then he went on twitter ranting about “weird women” and it hurt. He knew i would see it. I dont think i’d ever rekindle anything with him. Im not sure if i dodged a bullet or let my anxiety get the best of me. I’m dealing with a lot of guilt for how it ended even though i tried to rectify things, and I think we both could’ve handled eachother better or maybe i am selfish..? Regardless how can I move on from the guilt of how it ended and him in general? Should I block him back?

Wow, this is a lot. I'm sorry you've been through this.

From your original question, being a "bad communicator" when you're angry suggested to me that you're the kind of person who needs space to collect their thoughts before being able to have a mature conversation, which is perfectly fine - I'm like that too!

But given this story you followed up with, sounds like the instance you are talking about where you didnt tell him what was wrong was long after these mismatched expectations had been established. You told him you wanted more than FWB, and he didnt want to move beyond something casual. You both were going through really hard periods of your life. It's possible that subconsciously, you didnt feel safe speaking candidly to him yet, considering your past with abusive men.

However, considering the aftermath of all that, I do think you dodged a bullet with him. You said you told him everything you were having issues with (even if emotional, you still told him, which is good!) and his response was to turn to name calling and vagueposting on Twitter? That does not point to a communication problem on your end.

At the end of the day, I do think it's best to block him and move on. What do you get out of that relationship? I know it's hard to know people are upset with you, but given what you told me I think you both need space from each other.

Best of luck to you anon ❤

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Adore You (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: hi guys. Yamato is your secret admirer and you are desperate to find out who's been leaving all these gifts at your doorstep. Civilian reader. Will be two parts, and since i just found out i have the coronavirus and cant leave the house, i’ll be putting out the second part very soon.

Ps i headcanon that yamato would be very shy and awkward with his crush. i also think that when he is nervous he definitely has really sweaty hands. idk thats just the vibe i get from him lol. please enjoy.

Word count: 4500

Y/N walked down the street after a long day of working in the bakery, kneading dough and icing cakes and sweets. It was a great job, and she really enjoyed the company of the two elderly owners. In her arms was another small picnic basket filled with sourdoughs and garlic loaves and cinnamon raisin buns. Those leftovers served as her breakfast, lunch, and dinner most days and it saved a lot of money on groceries.

Sometimes, she gifted the bread to friends and family though, like tonight.

As she walked the bustling streets, people walking home from work for the night, she noticed a couple of familiar faces sitting in the windows of a nearby restaurant. Feeling a little social, she walked into the restaurant and turned the corner, walking through the tables and past other booths full of people talking and drinking. It was busy tonight in Konoha, everyone getting ready for the weekend.

She came to a stop beside their table, and shifted so her basket rested in the slight curve of her hip. With her free hand she waved to the men, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Kakashi, Yamato,” she chirped, “I saw you guys in the window on my way home from work and thought I’d stop in to say hello.”

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” Kakashi hummed, peering over his glass of golden liquid at his friend, who he could tell was struggling to figure out what to say or do. Yamato wasn’t normally nervous; he was very cool headed. How else would he become such an important Anbu member? But around Y/N, this woman with flour dusted in her hair and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate on her clothes, he crumbled. Just that smell alone could make Yamato lose his composure. And Kakashi knew that very well. “As a matter of fact, we were just talking about you.”

Yamato coughed on his drink, covering his mouth with his arm to keep from spitting up on the table. Even if they were just talking about her, it was completely uncalled for for Kakashi to stab him in the back like that. He turned to face the young woman who looked down at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“Really? What about?” she questioned, raising a brow.

He averted his eyes to the table again where his hand rested clutching at the glass. “We were just discussing the bakery,” he explained sheepishly, a hand going to rub the back of his neck. He felt the stress coming on, and sweat was beginning to gather on his palms. He felt ill, and more importantly, upset with the friend sitting directly across from him, smirking under that damn mask.

What an evil bastard.

“Mind if I join you guys? I could definitely use a drink.” She motioned to the seat next to Yamato, and he scooted closer to the wall to make room for her. She made sure her basket was sealed and secure before reaching over the table to Kakashi. “Can you sit this next to you? I don’t wanna take up the whole table.”

“No problem.”

She slid into the seat beside Yamato, and he realized just how small their table really was. The chair was clearly made for one person, or maybe two small people. They were just inches away. He could literally feel the heat of her thigh beside his. He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. There was absolutely no reason to act or think this way just because of a woman, a little baker from the village. No reason. It was inappropriate.

He took a deep breath and sipped on his drink. Everything was cool. Y/N L/N was cool.

“What kind of goods are you bringing home tonight?” Yamato asked calmly.

“Uh, lets see. A sourdough loaf and a garlic rosemary loaf. Also, I have about eight cinnamon buns in there,” she listed off the top of her head, “Why? You wanna take some home with you, because that’s fine. I’m not gonna eat all of it.”

“No, not this time.”

“You, Kakashi?”

“Yeah, I’ll take whatever.” It was a free meal for the next day? How could he say no to that?

The waitress came around, and Y/N ordered a tall glass of some sweet drink, something she knew wouldn’t taste like shit but would get her all warm and cozy quick, fruit juice covering up the taste of poison. “So, what were you guys talking about before I came around? I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s good you came around, actually. We could use a woman’s opinion here.” Yamato glared at Kakashi, pleading with everything he had for the copy nin to just leave it alone. Kakashi was set in his goals though, and pushed forward with what he was saying. “It’s about Tenzo.”

An even brighter smile grew on her lips, one full of mischief and curiosity. “Oohoho? I see. What’s got you men stuck?” She loved to gossip, it was just something so interesting in her mundane life. Surely, it wasn’t as interesting to shinobi who almost die all the time and always have something to do, but for a village girl who goes home every night to read and eat bread, and then go to work where she just makes and sells said bread, a bit of juicy personal information really intrigued her.

“It’s honestly not a big deal-”

“Our boy here, he’s got a crush.”

Her eyes widened and suddenly, she felt the urge to down even more of her drink. He was interested in someone? She never expected that. He was always so quiet and calm, and kept to himself. He didn’t seem like the type to ever care about someone in that way. She sighed, taking a long sip on her drink, which tasted like peaches and oranges. At least it was sweet enough to help her curb the impending sadness.

Maybe she was stupid for it, but she cared for Yamato. He was such a sweet and kind man, so earnest and gentle. He was everything good about her mornings, when he would walk in and ask for the same hot cross bun to start his day. He would smile and compliment the cake decorating she was working on, and tell her about his missions and what he had to do for the day.

Perhaps Y/N had the tiniest of crushes on Yamato. It was something she would never reveal to anyone else, but it was true. She couldn’t deny herself that fact.

Kakashi stared at the woman, gauging her reaction to the statement. From the way she immediately went to sip away half of the drink in her glass, and the way her shoulders curled in on themselves, he could guess how she was feeling. He wasn’t usually a fan of meddling in other people’s business, but he was beginning to feel tired of Yamato complaining day in and day out about how he could never get the girl or express his feelings. He was afraid of rejection, as sad as that might be.

He was just there to give them a push in the right direction.

“I see.”

“What do you think he should do? What do the civilian girls like?”

This crush was just another civilian. It would be one thing if he fell in love with a kunoichi, someone she would never be able to compete with, but the thought of him choosing another normal woman over her, the envy practically oozed from her pores. What did this other girl have that Y/N didn’t?

Y/N ordered another drink when the waitress walked by. And then another after she drank the second one. Might as well get more down and drown out these jealous thoughts.

Meanwhile, she listed off things that random women normally like when men do for them, things she didn't really care about like chocolates and asking them out to dinner and giving them stuffed animals. Boring things. Things they all already knew. Kakashi agreed that the advice was kinda bland, and he could have come up with that easily.

Yamato eyed her down nervously as she practically chugged the rest of her drink. The woman wasn’t a big drinker, just a couple innocent cocktails here or there, never with the intention of getting drunk.

“You okay, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” she told him smoothly. “Anyway, I’m not done telling you all about us village girls.”

The third drink came by and she sighed, taking another long sip. At least it tasted good, that made it easy to drink and drink and drink.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

“Maybe you should worry about yourself. I’m grown. I can handle myself, Yamato.” He felt a pang in his chest at her sharp words, ones that he’d never really heard directed toward him. She scolded Kakashi on the daily for being a pervert, but only kind words met Yamato’s ears previously. “Anyway, about this girl. Have you tried getting her anything as a gift? The things I listed before? Love notes? That sorta thing?”

He shook his head. “Well, no. I haven’t tried anything yet.”

“That’s the thing about you, Tenzo. You’re so modest. If you want the girl, you need to go in and get her. You need to show her what she means to you, since you can’t bring yourself to just outright tell her.”

“The whole bold displays of affection aren’t my thing.”

She hummed, her head lolling from side to side as she twirled the straw of her drink in between her fingers. “Maybe you should try some roundabout approach since you’re so scared of rejection. Send her anonymous letters and gifts, give her little clues that it’s you and see how she reacts.”

“Like a secret admirer?"

“Exactly! That’s sooo romantic. I wish some guy would do that shit for me.”

Kakashi raised a brow. “Oh, really?”

“Of course. I’m almost 27 and I’ve never had a long lasting relationship. I just want some guy to really, I don’t know, just love me. Love who I am, not hook up with me for my body or-or only pretend to like me for coupons on bread,” she complained, quite loudly as well. “Fuck those guys and their bread discounts...”

“Y/N-”

“I’d suggest you do something like that for your crush. Make her feel like you really care about her mind and soul.” Y/N clutched her hand over her heart and squeezed the front of her dress. “So many men nowadays act like horny teenagers, and us ladies are sick of it.”

She really did not need to go into such detail, and Yamato could tell she was drinking too much. Y/N would never say these things aloud if she were completely in her right mind. He felt rude just sitting there letting her rant on and on, exposing her own feelings to the table. But at the same time, he was grateful to know what she wanted in a lover. She never really let on what her romantic life was like, other than single for the most part.

That is what he and Kakashi were discussing before she came around. He was desperate to sweep her off her feet and woo her, to make revealing his feelings easier. Kakashi told him to just go to the bakery and tell her right then and there, but that was just too bold. He wasn’t going to go in without a plan, it was irrational.

“Yamato, I’m telling you, if this woman rejects you, she’s fucking stupid. You’re a catch. You and Kashi over there, both of you could get any woman you want, and that’s a fact.” the woman waved her hand to emphasize her point, only to knock the rest of her fourth drink over into her lap, sticky syrup soaking into her apron and through to her skirt. “Oh man.”

“I think it’s time for you to head home, little miss Y/N,” Kakashi chimed in, “This is exactly why we don’t bring you to bars, you know.”

“Shush. I am fine.”

Yamato sighed, motioning with his hands for her to move to the edge of the seat. He rolled his eyes at her words, knowing she was talking out the ass. “Yeah, yeah. Just get up, Y/N. I’m taking you home.”

Both men were surprised when she lifted her hand and pushed him away from her. Her glare was intense, anger behind those eyes. “No! Not you. I want Kakashi to walk me home.” The man was taken aback by the harshness in her tone. She was normally calm tempered, but her head was spinning and she was obviously growing moody.

“That’s fine by me. Yamato, you’ll pick up the bill for us and uh, clean this mess, right?” Kakashi smirked as he slid out from the booth and picked up her bag of baked goods. She followed suit, climbing out of her seat and grabbing onto the shinobi’s arm tightly. He really couldn’t care any less about her nonsense. It had been so long since they became friends, he’d seen her in every mood imaginable, and much drunker than this. He’s walked her home more than a few times in their past years.

“Curse you, cheap-ass.”

“Gotta go.”

With that, the white haired man walked out the restaurant with a woman in tow. They lived in the same direction, so he started down the street as she stumbled after him, tripping occasionally on pebbles. He felt bad for his friend, really. But the answer was clear as day now. Y/N cared for Yamato a lot more than she let on. It was just up to one of them to make a move. He couldn't do everything for them.

She tripped along beside him, letting her head fall against his shoulder a few times. Her eyes slid up to the man’s masked face, and he felt her hands begin to quiver a bit around his arm, just a tiny bit, but it was still there. Those little, very-telling, tremors.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked gently, knowing she would immediately spill whatever was stuck on her mind.

“Kashi, why does Tenzo want some other village girl?” she questioned, her cheeks puffing out and her eyes getting watery with tears. “Why doesn’t he want me? I want him so badly, it hurts right here.” she placed her free hand over her stomach and gagged. “I might throw up, it hurts so much.”

“Trust me, it’s gonna be okay,” he hushed, a tiny smile on his lips. He didn’t want to reveal too much to her, but it was just so amusing pulling the strings like this. Two of his friends, one a subordinate and the other a sneaky baker, falling for each other right in front of him. With all the work piling up, this was definitely a refreshing take.

“Also, you shouldn't throw up. It'll burn your throat, you know.”

She nodded, and just clutched onto her stomach as they made their way down the narrow alleyways toward her small apartment. He unlocked the door for her when she struggled to fit the key into the tiny hole that blurred together with everything else. He was a good friend, she thought, and made a mental note to thank him next time she saw him. Well, she tried to make a mental note, but when her body hit the mattress in the corner of her small studio, she found herself drifting away.

__________

God, her head hurt so badly she thought her skull was cracking open right then and there, as she lifted her head from her pillow. Light shined in through the window only to make things worse than before. She looked around the room and noticed that her coat was hung up properly on the hook and her shoes were sitting by the door. Her basket rested atop her counter.

Most importantly, on her nightstand sat a glass of water and a couple pills, ready for her to take the moment she woke up. Kakashi or Yamato must have walked her home and put her to bed. They were very nice men, she enjoyed having them as friends, she just worried she had made a drunken fool of herself last night in front of them. She rarely drank heavily, for that reason. She couldn’t even remember what happened, just that she met them at the restaurant and then the rest fell empty in her mind, little images blending together until she couldn’t decipher a thing that happened. She was more than ashamed.

How could she lose control of herself so casually, she wondered. She never even wanted to drink, much less enough to give her this searing headache. Something must have happened last night that influenced her decisions. Maybe she had a drinking contest with Kakashi like that one time before. If so, that was completely uncalled for on the man’s part. He knew her tolerance.

Nevertheless, she needed to get ready for work. A hangover wasn’t enough to heed the workings of the bakery.

She took the pills, and threw off her covers, walking over to her counter to take out one of the cinnamon rolls, taking a big bite to curb her hunger pains. After taking a moment to compose herself, she got ready for work. If she was late, she knew the owners would be forgiving, but she still felt bad regardless. She was going to walk in looking like a complete disaster.

As she headed out her door that morning, she stumbled on something sitting right at the foot of her doorstep on the welcome mat. Resting there, in a tiny little ceramic pot, stood a bonsai tree, trimmed and cared for perfectly. Her eyes scanned the area for who could have set it there, but met only empty space.

Hesitantly, she picked it up and brought it into her home. There was no note attached, nothing to signal who’d given it to her. Just a little tree that she would put on her window sill. It was strange, she had to admit that, to receive an anonymous gift at such an hour. She’d have to ask her friends about it later on to see if one of them had given it to her, for reasons she didn’t know.

But as the days went by, and those days turned into weeks, she continued to receive gifts every few days. More tiny trees in pots, sometimes flowers in little glass vases. None of them at first had anything attached until the most recent piece which when she picked it up to take into her home, a folded piece of paper sat beneath the vase. She made sure to pick it and put it in her apron to read on her break when she went to work. She didn’t have the time when she woke up only about 20 minutes before she was due at her job.

She was more than grateful for the little garden she was accumulating on her window sill, the beautiful flowers and trees somehow surviving despite her little knowledge of taking care of them. She stopped by a flower store in town to get some fertilizer just to keep them alive. It would be a shame if they died since someone was being so kind as to give them to her.

With her boring life, the flowers brought a smile to her face and a warmth in her heart that she hadn’t felt before. Regardless of who was leaving the items there, she felt like she was important to someone. Some person was taking time out of their day to show they cared about her.

Truthfully, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wished it was Yamato leaving her gifts. She’d been attracted to the man for quite some time, ever since they met really. He was just so strong and brave, and awkward in a cute kind of way. He was truly the only man of her affections, and she could only dream she was the object of his as well.

It was more than unlikely though. He was a strong ninja of the leaf. The chances of someone that amazing wanting to be with someone as simple as the town baker were lower than she wanted to admit. He most likely had his eyes set on some gorgeous kunoichi like Shizune or Kurenai. Someone he could relate to, really.

It was embarrassing to even admit she had a crush on him. It made her feel so tiny and weak, knowing that she wasn’t his ideal.

So she pushed that thought from her mind. Yamato would never be interested in her, and he most certainly not the one leaving her little notes and plants.

What she did know was that this person was a shinobi. Maybe not Yamato, but they were definitely a shinobi. She set up a trap, at least one she thought a normal person would fall for. Right before her door, she set up a tiny trip wire made of floss at the perfect level for someone to pull loose when they walked up to leave a gift on her welcome mat. Her room was at the very end of the hallway, so there was no way anyone else except her secret admirer was the one to set off the trap. Any normal person without the high perception of a shinobi would set off the trap and she would be able to narrow down the results to a civilian.

Only, the morning after she set up the trip wire, when she opened her door, there sat another bouquet of flowers, as well as an untripped strip of floss.

This person had to be a shinobi. She concluded. It was the only explanation in her mind, desperate to find out who the mystery person was all this time.

As she walked the streets that afternoon after the store had closed, her eyes honed in on Yamato, who stood next to a vegetable stand picking up some groceries. Immediately, she turned on her heel and cornered him between the squash and the sweet potatoes.

“Yamato, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Do you mind?” she practically demanded, and his eyes widened. He did not expect such an abrupt conversation between them. He shifted awkwardly to rest his grocery bag in the crook of his elbow and lean on his left side, arms crossed over his chest.

He knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about those gifts that he had been giving her. It was just a matter of whether she had figured out it was him or not, that was the question. He was kinda hoping she didn’t know yet. He was not ready to face what came after the reveal, rejection or otherwise. He really hadn’t thought it that far out yet. How could he. Just thinking up love notes and what plants to give her next was more than enough to worry about.

But damn, when he looked down at her, hair dusted with flour from a days work, a smudge of cake batter still on her forearm, apron a complete mess, he wanted to cave and tell her everything. She was just so beautiful, so clumsily perfect he couldn’t help but lose his train of thought. He swore he’d never seen a woman more perfect than her, not even Naruto’s sexy jutsu could come close to this girl.

He found his ears heating up and no doubt turning red at the thoughts running through his mind, and he was quick to smother them down. He was not irrationally emotional. Hell, he was ANBU, he should be able to control his emotions down to a tee.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I have a secret admirer, and I know they are a shinobi.”

He felt himself growing nervous. How had she deduced that? “Ah, that’s definitely exciting for you. How do you know it’s a shinobi?”

“I know because I set up a tripwire last night and the person didn’t set it off, so I know they are coordinated enough to avoid it. This isn’t just some random village boy. This is someone skilled.”

“Y/N, he could have very well just avoided the trap with his natural gait, don’t you think?” he tried to reason with her, try to get her off his trail. Admittedly, he thought she was quite clever for setting up the trap. When he walked over it the night before, he swore it was just a spider web. He didn’t even consider the possibility of a trap in his way.

If only he could throw her off his scent. He needed more time. He couldn’t confess to her now. It was too abrupt, too sudden. He would probably die.

“No, I’m convinced it’s a shinobi.”

Shit. “Well, what are you going to do now?”

She thought for a short moment on what she was going to say, tapping her foot on the ground beside her. Her eyes widened and she smiled at the thought that ran through her mind. Of course, it was so obvious. “The gifts come sporadically, so I know that the shinobi can’t leave gifts when they are on missions. Next time there is a long break in gifts, I will just ask around to figure out who has been on a mission for a while. Bam, I’ve got my answer. It’s foolproof.”

She really had thought this through more than him. She was too good, and he felt himself panicking. He had a weeklong mission in 3 days, and if she asked anyone, they would tell her it was him. He felt moisture gather up at his brow, and he internally cursed his situation. He had to find some way out of this mess without her figuring out it was him.

“Yeah, that could definitely work. I hope it all works out for you, Y/N,” he lied through his teeth.

“I know. I’m just smart like that, aren’t I?”

“You sure are,” he muttered, but honestly, he just wanted to go off and find Kakashi. He needed to talk to him. His eyes slid away from Y/N and he sighed. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t forget to stop by before your next mission to get some of our special food pills, okay? I just made a new batch and you can try them free of charge. Anything for a fella as handsome as yourself.” She laughed, shifting her weight to press a hand to her hip.

Jeez. There was no good reason for her looking so adorable. Calling him handsome as well? It was all too much for his heart to handle. Needless to say, he felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t walk away right then. With that, he simply nodded before patting her shoulder. “Like I said, gotta go.”

“Oh, okay. See you around.”

“See you.”

He walked away quickly, heading in the direction of Kakashi’s apartment, knowing he just had to do something about the mess he was currently in, and ways to avoid the inevitable. His heart was racing so fast he thought he might be having a heart attack. How could he be swayed so easily by a pretty face. He had no idea, but he really wanted it to stop. For the sake of his sanity, he needed to learn to be calm around her.

He would tell her soon, get all this off his chest and share his true feelings. He just needed a bit more time.

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Mornings in Tulsa Sunlight

Summary: their first morning together, but not their first night

The first morning I ever spent with him I only remember in flashes. I can remember how the sheets tangled around us, I can remember how it felt to be enclosed by his arms, face pressed into his chest. I could feel his soft breathing, traveling in waves and rustling my hair like autumn leaves. His hand was on my back, the other one pulling me closer towards him.

The sun was coming in, Bucks curtains were thin and useless for the bright Tulsa sun. For a moment I thought of Darry, how he’d react to me stumbling home around ten in the morning, reeking of sex and cigarettes and cheap liquor, but I pushed that aside as Dally shifted so I could see him.

He was still asleep, but I could look at him and see his face now. Long blonde hair sprawled behind him, shining in the sun, free of grease. Pale skin was dotted with the smallest freckles, just a few on his nose, and I wondered how I had never noticed them before. His eyelashes were gold, and longer than what looked natural, and he looked almost ethereal.

Our eyes met as his fluttered open, and I felt a flush spread across my cheeks as he smirked.

“Starin’?”

I shook my head, but he seemed to think otherwise, giving me a grin as he stretched.

“Darry’s gonna kill you,” his voice was easy, rough like morning dew and worn as if he had been talking forever.

“He’s gonna kill you, if he ever finds out who I was with, so I would stop looking so-“

“So what? Gorgeous? Handsome?” Dally blinked innocently, and then laughed. “I think I’ll be fine, doll.”

I shook my head.

“Besides, you can just tell him you were with one of your Soc friends-“

“I don’t have any-“ Dally was laughing, crossing his arms behind his head and I glared at him before laughing too.

“You’re insufferable-“ he cut me off by yanking me towards him and rolling around so he was on top of me.

“You’re pretty when you laugh, y’know that doll?”

I pretended to think. “Oh, am I? I hadn’t noticed-“

I was cut off by lips on mine, his hand was in my hair now, another resting on my cheek, guiding me towards him. I clung to the kiss as if it were a life raft, knowing that it would soon be over and I’d be walking home to the awaiting anger.

“I could walk ya,” Dally mumbled against my lips, as if reading my thoughts. “Could say I found you wandering around somewhere.”

“And make you look like the hero? Why, I never knew Dallas Winston had such a savior complex.”

“Well I do have to keep my reputation up somehow, don’t I?” His lips traveled towards my ear, and I found myself smiling at the thought.

“Sure, walk me home. Don’t even let me take that souped up car you picked me up in”

I could feel him smile at that. “That was Shepard’s. Stole it for the night.”

“Cant even pick up your date in your own car? Winston, I hope you didn’t feel like you had to put on a show for little old me?”

“Would you shut up and let me kiss you, or am I kicking you out early?” He was laughing too, and the sound made my heart jump.

“Kiss me then, you idiot,” I mumbled.

And he did.

[astriefer]

And as i told luna I DONT EVEN BLAME THOMAS

He had WHAT

FIVE WHOLE PAGES IN A 600+ BOOK TO GET OVER HIS HATRED WHICH IS DEEP ROOTED IN THE TRAUMA CAUSED BY HIS SISTERS DEATH AND START KISSING ALASTAIR?

Like

He didnt have time FOR ANYTHING OTHER than just "i dont hate him lets kiss him"

If he had MORE TIME i KNOW it would have been GREAT

But no

He had 5 pages to get over his hatred

Understand his recklessness stems from his sisters death

AND react to all of Alastairs trauma

My man cant do all that in 5 PAGES CC-

Honestly though

YES

Can we sign a petition to re-write CoI and give Thomas a real development??

That's amazing he is a complex character and all and he does and best etc etc show me his struggles and development. I'm a simple person I can't do it myself. I have to keep understanding it from mutuals' analysis.

Five whole pages?? We can make it a whole book just of the two of them. NO. We can make a whole book of Thomas's feelings and thoughts during the TLH events.

So

Things Thomas had to do in five or so pages:

Talk about his trauma over his sister's death

Listen and react to Alastair's trauma (which was pretty bad even if I get it from the point of the flow of the talk)

"Be a loyal friend to TMT while being true for the first time to himself"

Make up his mind about Alastair who he is deeply hurt and felt betrayed by

Develop the love plot between him and Alastair

Like I too wouldn't process it fast, but I think a real talk that covers all there is to discuss is in need.

Cassie wrote, "they made out for hours" which is fine with me but I'd be glad if there was an elaborate "they talked things out" written as well??

I still love it with all its flaws but things just moved really fast there, when you come to think about it 😶🤔

[depression-culture-is]

How can I overcome the guilt of being a bad communicator when im angry? I’ve been told I come off passive aggressive. im just in my head a lot and thinking of a respectful way to react. Other people view it as childish for not communicating my feelings instantly. Its hard for me to know what im feeling and why and i just feel like thats for me to figure out BEFORE I bring an issue to someone. For context i met this guy and I feel like we both moved too fast out of lust. He was going through alot (idk why i always attract ppl at this stage in their life) He lost a family member, and just got out of a relationship. He said the relationship was dead long before it was over but he was still working through things within himself because of it. He said he still felt emotionally available, but i’m realizing now when he still had a lot to work on he was removing the romance aspect of that.. which i didnt understand at the time and asked twice because I felt confused. So I let him know I dont want anything casual/FWB, and he said he didnt either. We’d hang out and he’d be like “we’re on a date” and it felt manipulative once I really started to think about it. Why use that language if we arent actually building on something? After we were intimate with eachother he said “i wouldnt fall in love with me right now. I just dont have the capacity to receive/give love romantically how i normally would” i didnt say anything then because he was being honest and vulnerable but it hurt. I felt manipulated. Probably manipulated myself into thinking something good could come from this. I dont have many experiences with good/honest men. Even though that is the bare minimum.. I wanted to hold on because i felt like i deserved to be loved, but also recognized he cant.. and i just feel like he had just as much responsibility to leave me alone knowing that. I’m also holding myself accountable because so did I. I left something at his house and went to go get it. I was so passive aggressive, told him nothing was wrong, tried to walk away from him after getting my stuff. I thought it would be best to just ghost him. I already caught feelings and it’d hurt too much if he chose to gaslight me to my face. I didnt want to break down in front of him. He called me once i got to my car and cursed at me.. i was so triggered i brought everything i was feeling to his attention in an accusatory way and i feel so much guilt because i feel like maybe if i wasnt so emotional about the situation he would’ve heard me out. I just felt like he could’ve been more sensitive and understanding to how i reacted especially because I previously explained i’ve been through emotionally/sexual abuse. He called me selfish, told me we’re done and its all my fault, and didn’t even acknowledge my explanation for reacting that way. I apologized a few days later once I cooled off but he ignored it, told me if i had more grace he’d have more empathy..and blocked me. Then he went on twitter ranting about “weird women” and it hurt. He knew i would see it. I dont think i’d ever rekindle anything with him. Im not sure if i dodged a bullet or let my anxiety get the best of me. I’m dealing with a lot of guilt for how it ended even though i tried to rectify things, and I think we both could’ve handled eachother better or maybe i am selfish..? Regardless how can I move on from the guilt of how it ended and him in general? Should I block him back?

Hi, dear. I can definitely see why you'd be upset! I honestly think you handled the situation well - you communicated your feelings with him and you apologised for your behaviour when you realised you were in the wrong, and from what I've heard, he had a lot to apologise for that he chose not to as well. It isn't your fault, so don't beat yourself up over it.

If blocking him helps you to move on, you do that. He's chosen not to forgive you, and that is completely fine as well, but it means that the chances of you having a decent relationship with him at this point are slim. There's nothing more you can do.

Sounds like he wouldn't have been the best of partners for you anyways, if I'm being honest. Regardless of your behaviour, calling you selfish for speaking up about the abuse you went through is never okay. Take your time and find someone who's going to treat you with respect at all times, even when things are hard (though that goes both ways).

That's not to say you aren't allowed to show that you're angry. It's more that you shouldn't take jabs at personal things (things they can't control) when you're upset.

When you feel yourself getting angry, particularly if you say hurtful things during those moments, take a time out, grab a drink of water and then address the issue when you're level headed again. I know this can be hard, but it truly is easier than making things worse because you've said something in the heat of the moment that you don't mean.

I don't have much advice other than that, sorry. I hope things get easier!

-Milo

[ktmdreams]

JUST FRIENDS [A]

[prompt/request; you confess your feelings to kirstin]

you and kirstin were best friends. some even thought you were dating, as much as you wanted it to be true, you knew it would never happen. she was happy in a relationship, and you couldn’t just selfishly throw your feelings on her

well maybe you could.

one day, you were just chilling in your house with the rest of the group watching tv when you decided to get more snacks

“i’ll help,” mitch added.

when you’re roaming through your pantry, mitch asks you “so, you and kirstie. how’s it going?”

“mitch you’re asking me like i’m in a relationship with her. remember she has a boyfriend who she loves to death” you rant.

he shrugs “i know but i feel like you guys would be perfect. tell her before it’s too late.”

“mitch i can’t just throw that on her,” you exclaim, reaching for pringles and the rest of the chips you owned. “it’d be selfish and she’s already stressed. i cant tell her. i’d feel terrible.”

“ok,” mitch trails off. “you got enough stuff?” his hands were full with bags of candy. m&m’s, jolly ranchers, blow pops, you name it.

“umm yea i think so”

you both walk back out to the group and set the snacks on the table. you sat back in your seat between kirstie and matt. “you guys took your time didn’t you,” you hear a voice to your left whisper.

looking up, you turn to kirstie, “sorry mitch brought up an important topic”

“yeah like what?” your breath caught in your throat. you didn’t know what to tell her. “y/n/n?”

“it was nothing kirst,” you whisper so quietly you thought she couldn’t hear you.

“well i’m always here if you want to talk,” she kisses your cheek before grabbing the pack of cheddar cheese pringles. you stared blankly at the wall, not even watching tv. you don’t even remember when, but you fell asleep and woke up in your room.

blinking, confused, you got out of bed and went back downstairs to find kirstin in the kitchen, sitting on a chair at your island. “oh you’re still here,” you say to her.

“yeah, i ordered food so it should be here soon.” just as she finished her sentence, someone rang the doorbell. “oh well look at that, i’ll be back”

you just nodded and sat back thinking about what mitch had said earlier. “you guys would be perfect for each other. tell her before it’s too late.” you were gonna tell her.

kirstin came back into the kitchen with a bag labeled “chipotle” and you couldn’t help the smile that came on your face

KIRSTIN

y/n smiled as she saw me walk back in the kitchen and i couldn’t help but smile at her. i set the food down “i know how much you love chipotle so i thought i’d get you some”

“thanks kirst that was very thoughtful of you,” she says getting her food out.

“it wasn’t really anything. you seemed so tired earlier,” i mention. “are you ok?”

she froze and i couldn’t help but look at her concerned. “umm yeah i’m fine. i wasn’t feeling very well earlier. i was just trying to process somethings.”

“like what?” i ask sitting down next to my best friend.

“i can’t tell you kirstie. i don’t wanna make you stressed.”

“y/n/n, i don’t wanna push you more than i probably am but please tell me what’s wrong,” i plead. i saw a change in her demeanor and slightly backed away from her, rubbing her hands.

“just promise me you won’t get mad,” her voice cracks and my heart swelled.

“i promise”

she took a deep breath before looking at me with tears in her eyes, “i love you kirstie. and not as a friend. i want you to be mine. i want to fall asleep at your side and wake up the next morning next to you. i want you to love me back.”

i couldn’t say anything. i was too shocked to speak. i think i needed time. “i have to go,” i said. it wasn’t the best thing but i just couldn’t find myself getting out the situation

YOU

you had a really bad feeling she was gonna react that way, and that’s what scared you. you didn’t want to lose kirstie because of the mistake you made of telling her your feelings. you sat and cried, until you felt like you couldn’t anymore.

a few days passed and you were no better. you haven’t eaten or slept. the most you did was take a shower and brush your teeth. other than that, you stayed in the bed.

you ignored all calls and texts from everyone which brought panic to everyone. mitch had showed up at your door and you physically couldn’t get out of bed.

thank god for vivnt you thought. you let him in through your security app and told him to come upstairs. “hey girl,” mitch said as he burst the the door.

“hey bestie”

“ok clearly someone broke your heart? what happened?”

“i told kristin,” you whisper

“and then….”

“and then she walked out. she said “i have to go” she didn’t even tell me anything. she just left,” tears filled your eyes.

“that was terrible of her. do you want me to talk to her?”

you nodded and he called kirstin and told her to come over. “mitch,” you said calmly.

“yes?”

“why would you ask her to come over here?”

“because i need to talk to her and i don’t feel like over the phone is the best way to go about it. and i didn’t want to leave you here alone if i chose to go out”

you smiled and nodded at him.

KIRSTIN

mitch had called me asking to meet up at y/ns house. i was nervous, i shouldn’t have been though. i walked out on her, it’s my fault. im only nervous because what if she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore

i broke up with my boyfriend a couple days ago because i just didn’t love him anymore. and he was seeing someone else so i guess it was mutual.

to be honest, i had noticed over time how i’ve been feeling towards y/n. and they’ve only gotten stronger over time. i loved her more than a friend and i realized that the day i walked out on her.

pulling up to y/n’s house, i took a deep breath before getting out the car. i knocked on the door with shaky hands waiting for someone to open it. at the door, appeared mitch with some desserts in his hands. “hey, nice to see you,” he says.

“hey. where’s y/n?” i ask

“she’s upstairs but i don’t know if she wants to talk to you,” he says walking to the kitchen and i follow behind him.

“what do you mean?” i got scared. i had figured i screwed up but how much??

“i had called her the day after we all hung out and she never answered me. or anyone else for that matter. i had continued to call and text her multiple times throughout the day for the past 2 days and got no response so i came over,” mitch says never looking at me.

“when i came and she told me what happened, i felt bad because i encouraged her to tell you and she was already so doubtful.”

“mitch this isn’t your fault,” i say to him. “i’m gonna go try and talk to her but please don’t blame yourself”

he nodded and i walked up the stairs to y/n’s room knocking softly on the door.

YOU

i heard a knock on my door and i was too worn out to open it. “come in mitch,” i say subconsciously.

“i’m not mitch,” the voice starts as the door opens. “but i’m hoping you’ll let me in anyways” i looked up and saw kirstie at the door. i tensed a little but nodded at her allowing her to come in my room. “what’s up?” i say assuming why she’s here.

“i wanted to talk about what happened when we hung out saturday”

i sighed and let her say what she had to say.

“well for a start i broke up with my boyfriend. i had found out he was cheating on me but i realized something else,” she says looking at me.

“what else did you find out?” i ask her.

“i realized i didn’t love him anymore. it just didn’t feel the same after time.”

“oh well did you fall in love with someone else?

“i think i did,” she whispers. “i think i fell in love with you y/n/n”

KIRSTIN

i did it. i had confessed back to her. she looked at me blankly. “y/n?”

“how do i know you’re not saying that to make me feel better kirstin?” she called me by my whole name, which she rarely did but i knew she was so serious. i could see it in her face.

“because when i’m with you, i feel like you are the only person with me. when i’m with you y/n, i want to tell you i love you every second of everyday until i die. i want to be the person you fall asleep and wake up next to everyday. i was scared of you not loving me and when i walked out on you i realized i had made one of the worst decisions ever. i love you y/n. more than my words can say.”

slowly and cautiously, she leaned forward and i did the same until we met in the middle. sparks flew everywhere in my body and i decided to deepen the kiss. my hands