#i couldn't help myself...i had to do something

[nightingale-prompts]

God's TV- DC x DP prompt

Accidentally summoning a god from another dimension can happen, especially when cults are involved. However, no can could predict that the not only was the god a teenage boy but also a very bored teenage boy who didn't want to leave.

So he stayed and moved into Titans tower.

Danny is helpful (when he wants to be) but rarely goes out on missions. He says they are boring and nothing is dangerous enough to exert the effort. Instead, he minds the medical bay. Having a healer more than made up for the lack of help.

It's not like anyone disliked Danny or thought he didn't do anything it was just that he was unpredictable. Danny could be nice, considerate, and even sweet if he was working in the medbay. He could also be a pain in the ass anywhere else. He loved pranks and scaring people with his powers. He was harmless though.

No one really knew what he did all day. He was usually in his room doing something they guested. Said room was an anomaly. It was larger on the inside having been made into a pocket dimension. The appearance and organization of the room changed every time you went in.

It was after one mission that the team learned what was in the room.

A rogue had used their invention to erase Superboy's memories and they didn't know what to do. They took him to Danny who was currently rearranging the medicine by color. They hoped that his powers covered mind-altering afflictions. Unfortunately, Danny couldn't wave a hand and fix this.

Instead, Danny took the group to his room. The decor was neon Tokyo meets space right now. The furniture was currently floating and almost hitting Wonder Girl in the head with an end table. Of course, there was no gravity here.

"Stay here while I grab it," Danny said flying up the vertical corridor.

While he was gone the room rearranged itself into a contemporary format. The furniture grounded itself and shifted into a normal living room.

Danny returned with a cart and a headset. He placed a card he pulled out of the cart into the headset and put it on the dazed Superboy's head.

"Wait what is that?" Tim asked.

"It's his memories. I kept a backup in case this happened." Danny shrugged.

Immediately everyone began asking what the hell does that mean and why does he have that.

"Oh please, this dimension has this happened all the time. Amnesia is so cliché and cheap. I saw a pattern and decided the easiest way to prevent you from losing the entirety of your lives was to make save states of your memories." Danny said matter of fact.

Robin pinched the bridge of his nose.

Impulse studied the rack of cases and looking for the card with his name on it.

Wondergirl sighed, she was used to this from Robin but even he wouldn't go this far.

"What? It's not like just anyone can find these. Only you can access your own memories anyways. I just decided to repurpose my RE:Viewer." Danny pouted.

"What is a reviewer?" Wally asked flipping through the cases. Each one had titles like moves or shows with an arrangement of stickers.

"The RE:Viewer is something I created to catalog things I've seen looking into other dimensions. I don't have an infinite memory you know. But the longer I have my title the more I'll lose touch with my mortality. These things help me stay close to people by giving me the chance to remember how it feels. I also have been using them to get the stories of others. Keeping their experiences like you'd keep a TV show or movie. So many stories could have been lost to time but now they are saved. I use them to teach myself." Danny smiled.

The concept genuinely sounded interesting. Like experiencing a movie in 4d.

It had been 3 minutes before Kon took off the headset and back to his old self.

Danny pulled the input card out and it disappeared into another realm with a flick of the wrist. Danny was completely honest that the copies were inaccessible to everyone but him.

"You feeling alright Superboy? Your memory should be backed up until a week ago." Danny said shining a light in his eye.

"I'm fine. I think. What happened?" Kon asked batting the light out of his eyes.

"Explanation later. Take a nap first. You aren't concussed at least." Danny informed.

"What are the stickers for?" Wally said pointing at the rainbow of colors the card cases had.

"Just the emotions associated with the experiences. Orange is comedy, red is action, pink is romance, and blue is tragedy." Danny listed. "That one with the pink is one of my favorites. I meddled a bit in that world. Two people who had never met fell in love at two points at different times. One of them was doomed to die but I worked my magic on a mirror that allowed them to meet once. They shared notes left in different places for the other months ahead. Makes you believe in true love. A real tear-jerker."

"What about the black stickers?" Wally asked.

"Don't touch the black ones," Danny said darkly, smacking his hand away. "You don't need to know about those. I don't like thinking about them."

"So you just take the memories of others and put them inside your machine to replay later?" Batgirl asked. "Isn't that kind of wrong?"

"No, I asked permission. I usually pull them aside at some point and ask. If it's my memories (that's the green stickers) I don't need to. The rainbow ones are simulations. Like a video games." Danny responded patting her on the back for not being to hard on him about this admittedly weird situation.

"So what's the black one with the rainbow sticker?" Wally asked picking up the case that was obviously stuffed in the back.

"STOP TOUCHING THOSE!" Danny yelled pulling him away.

[reshinless]

──── found myself dreaming (of you)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. when he can't get enough of you (eating you out ++ hitting it from behind :3)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich, neuvillette x fem!reader (or gn!afab!reader, separately)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. dunno, i kinda flopped today

"a- ahh- wait, baby wait." he ingests saliva down his throat, neuvillette looked almost as if he was begging you. yet his gloved hands held your thighs down.

his fingers grasped your palms harshly, yet his gaze said otherwise; a gentle stare that seemed to ask you something. the horns on his head grew by the second- guess that happens each time he gets turned on.

he loved watching how your eyebrows knitted, loved watching how you pushed his face while holding onto his horns into your sloppy little entrance. or the way you threw your head back in pleasure— oh please let him taste more!

he promised it'd only be for a bit. he thought what he did was preparing you for his cock- but it's been well over 2 hours, and he's still lapping every drop of your essence up, his finger over your clit— "massaging it" he said, when he was well aware how good it made you feel.

"n-neuvi.. c'mon.. it's been enough already.." you almost had to push him off, his mouth getting detached made a plop sound.

neuvillette who already missed the way you tasted. he already had your ass up in the air for him, and face smothered into the comfort of the soft mattress.

he had one of his hands pinning both of your hands to the wooden board at the head of the bed- causing a red mark to appear on both your wrists. he couldn't help the strength he puts into his own hands. lowering his tip to brush against your folds, watching how you already were so wet for him; his other hand inserting a pair of two fingers into them briefly before watching how good his dick slips inside.

you'd moan out his name so beautifully, fuck he could do this for days on end if he'd always get to hear this kind of melody.

damn you're so warm, he couldn't help ramming into you the way he did right now. "mmm.. f- feels as good as it tastes sweetheart.."— such a lively speed he went at, your hands faltered a little. your hips bruised with marks of his palm, on being on his waist, and the other still holding your hands to the headboard.

his pent-up feelings, awwhh fuck he could definitely let it all out here- the way his dicked kissed the deepest of the deep in your body, and the way he held you with a hint of softness.

the snowy-unsullied haired man leaned down near your ear- briefly kissing the shell of your ear, slowly scattering a plenitude of pecks down your collarbone. landing in the crook of your neck, he slowly started to bite into it; not enough to bleed- but enough to mark in a spot where others could see.

kinich who couldn't get enough of your aroma. who couldn't get to stop himself from swishing his tongue against your slick, working his fingers into the hole below, as his tongue worked into your clit. rubbing against it effectively.

the sounds of his moans vibrated against your cunt felt surreal, using his own spit to work his tongue faster against your entrance. watching the way you'd shut your eyes with the luxury of pleasure.

hungrily eating, and licking your hole, switching around places with his fingers every now and then. he knew you were stressed from work anyway. if he's been with you this long, he could eat you out for even longer.

you could feel him fly a sleazy grin against your pussy, you started to clench against his fingers— he knew you were close. "you close, pretty?" you nodded hurriedly, "ffuck- mmm— yes, yeah i am-" you moaned, your thighs starting to quiver, each time you felt his fingers curl inside you, curving well into your special spot.

he leans upward, and a little forward to leave kisses all over your stomach again. trailing back up to your lips, making out with you messily, his fingers only going even more so at an even further hurried pace. "you better be." he snarls with a mocking tone, smiling as you both continue to kiss each other excessively.

you could feel it building up already. his pace only getting faster, matching the speed of your breath, as he pulled away from another peck. your back started to arch from the way his fingers curled just right into your g-spot.

"a-ahhn i'm cumming! oh ffuck.. kinich!" you screamed, creaming onto his hand directly, as his arm rung around your waist to pull you close, snd keep you in place

[mehiwilldoitlater]

If it is too much trouble could you write about Bián huá grooming Yuán Fèn after a big battle

When traveling, one gets dirty, and one doesn't have much time to clean themselves

Bajie would no doubt have fun at the youngster's expense 

"It's not necessary!"

"Yes, yes, it is. You stink." You smelled a little in your armpit; your nose frowned. "And so am I."

He looked around; the fog of the hotspring didn't give him enough visual of his surroundings, and that couldn't give you both a disadvantage in a fight. But the hot water... it was tempting.

He scratched his arm, but it was the nervousness that made him do that. To be honest, all of his body was in an itching mess, especially after your last mission.

You both had been on the road for some time, and you were returning from Yellow Wind Ridge. The sun, the bugs, the sand—you both were in need of a bath, and Yuán fèn? He needed a good grooming session. You could see the small flies jumping here and there on his furr, and trying to help himself wasn't helpful.

So, when you spotted the hotspring, you had an idea... that he regretted the moment you started to remove the upper part of your clothes.

"I can't smell anything! What if someone attacks us?!"

"Bajie is around, so it won't be a problem for now."

"I can do it by myself! I don't need you to help me with a grooming session!"

"You can't reach every part! Come on, you've been bathing with your sister when you were young!"

"That's... not the problem..." He mumbled, his cheeks and ears tinted in a soft shade of pink. You kept your top, and what it was supposed to be was a pair of boxers, so you weren't completely naked, you still had some privacy, and you immerged one foot in the warm water. 

"Off your clothes now."

"Do I have it?"

"I can't clen your back with your garmet on!" You try to reach his belt, but only to meet hair when he dodges and starts to oanick.

"Okay okay! I can do it myself!"

When he finally decided to get in the water, he kept his pants on, refusing to let you see more of his exposed body. By the movements of his tail, he must have been quite nervous. Despite the protests, the complaints, and his whining, in the right moment the warm waters of the spring touched his malnourished skin, a sigh of relief emanating from him. It was true; he really needed that, but he never said that he needed your assistance!

Sitting on a rock behind him, and with the help of a comb, you started to tend to his mane and skin, trying to catch every parasite or insect that had the luck to escape from the boiling.

He said that wasn't necessary. His skin was full of scratches and deep cute from his long and sharp nails. Scabs and new cute here and there, some lnots of fur that couldn't be reached, dandruff... Unnecessary your ass! He was a mess!

"Look at you. If you needed so much, you could just ask!"

"I didn't want to delay the mission." He mumbled, trying to clean his arm from more dust and dirt. The water had some spots from what was removed from him.

"It's a noble gest, but if you end up like this, then it's not a delay at all. Here, I'll do the head now."

You helped yourself with your bowl by pouring some of the water on his head, letting him lean against your tights. You started to scratch gently with the comb his furr, freeing him from more fleas and dead hair.

"Next time, let's bring some soap. It will help. We can even take out time and stay in a bath house."

"..."

"We can even deal with the money?....I mean, how many ingested bath houses can be found?"

"..."

"... Yuán fèn? Are you listening?"

Oh, how much he needed It. To the point that he completely lost consciousness. The water, the warmth, your soft skin, the head scratch... his senses were completely out. Then, you felt something, like a small vibration, coming from...

No, it couldn't be...

You brought your head nearer, avoiding sudden movements, and you felt it.

He was purring.

You had to cover your mouth to avoid to giggles and squeals for your new find out discovery.

Since when he was able to do that?! OOOHHH, how much you wish that your phone hadn't died a few days ago. After your arrival, you would love to have some videos of him like this!

You continued the session, enjoying the fact that he was literally melting in your hands. You both were completely in the moment when

"Enjoying the evening, are we?"

Bajie's voice was cracking by the laughter of the scene. The surprise of his sudden arrival caused your fall in the water, resulting in you gasping for air and him losing his balance on your legs, receiving a head bump on the rock.

You all left the hotspring for the night, with Bajie making some remarks about the sweet scene that he had witnessed, Yuán Fèn that still massaged his head, and you wondering how to make that monkey purr again.

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[sayitaliano]

Something I've been thinking about these days is that, as language learners, we want to immediately be able to express ourselves in our target language as we do in our native language, but we forget how long it took us to reach this knowledge of our own language too.

When I was a child, I for sure wasn't able to think or understand certain complex Italian words and therefore they weren't part of my vocabulary even if I happened to hear them/read them and ask for their meaning (I couldn't always retain them, also because I didn't had the chance to really use them). But even if I had to express a concept that needed that word, I could still make myself understood by using more and simpler words that meant the same. Or a simpler grammar structure I was sure of.

Even in school, teachers use simple words, and the same simpler words are used in our books. They grow in difficulty as we grow, learn and make experiences too. And more than on words, primary school teachers focus on grammar. That boring annoying grammar (sic!). But that's at the base of our speech, and of every language imo. If we know the words but not how to use them/build a sentence with them correctly, it's only a waste of time imo. And I'm not talking about idiomatic uses or mild differences in connotations, as that too will come with time unless we come across something as we go and can retain it. I'm talking about words like (using my native language here but works for all) "astruso", "gaglioffo", "lapalissiano" or "pleonastico". Unless you're C1/2 in Italian, you shouldn't worry if you can't remember them, even if you came across them. Heck, not even some Italians really know their meanings and for sure we don't use them that much in our everyday talk, so why worry about learning them immediately? Let them go, retain what you really need to make yourself understood in case you found yourself here and eg. needed help or to buy something, or wanted to tell/ask something to someone: doing that with simple words and sentences you are really sure of, or even kind of, it's still better and more comfortable than using unknown words/difficult grammar and risking to be misunderstood.

To make it short: learning the basic/most common words is actually helping me practice my target language's grammar more comfortably, so that I can move onto adding more complex stuff anytime I feel I can. And it's honestly less stressing.

[winchesterwild78]

A Birthday Worth Celebrating

Characters: Jensen x reader

Warnings: drinking, SMUT!, fluff

A/N: Just a quick story inspired by a request from @lmg14. I hope I do your request justice. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. No disrespect to Jensen or his family. In this he is single and does not have children. All work is my own, please don’t take it or pass it off as yours. Reblogs and feedback are welcome.

Minors DNI 18+

The strobe lights pulsed, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the dance floor. Laughter and music filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere that matched the electric energy coursing through your veins. You were celebrating your birthday with your closest friends, and tonight, you were feeling alive.

As you twirled and danced, your gaze occasionally drifted towards a group of men seated at a nearby table. One man, in particular, caught your attention. His eyes, a piercing shade of green, held a captivating intensity that drew you in. Each time you looked up, you found him watching you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

The night wore on, and you found myself dancing less for your friends and more for him. Moving with a newfound sensuality, your body swayed to the rhythm of the music as you caught glimpses of his admiring gaze. The men at his table seemed to notice your attention, their expressions encouraging him to make a move.

A surge of confidence, fueled by the whiskey he had been drinking, propelled him towards you. As he approached, you realized who he was. Jensen Ackles, a man you had admired for years, was standing before you. He introduced himself with a charming smile and asked you to dance.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you danced together. The initial awkwardness quickly dissipated, replaced by a palpable chemistry that ignited between you. As the song "Into the Night" by Santana began to play, Jensen pulled you closer, his breath fanning against your ear.

The heat and desire between you grew with each passing moment. Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. You moaned into his mouth, melting into his embrace. He whispered in your ear, "Let's get out of here, darlin'."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded in agreement. Jensen took your hand and led you out of the bar, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As the two of you reached his car, his hands roamed over your body, igniting a fire within you.

The need between the two of you was palatable. Opening the car door you climbed in as Jensen walked around to the driver’s seat. His car’s engine roared to life as he put the car in drive.

Heading towards his house your heart was pounding with anticipation. You had been a fan of his for years and you couldn't believe you were in his car, heading to his house. He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it.

“Almost there sweetheart.” He smiled over at you. You nodded and swallowed hard. This is really happening. You’re about to go to Jensen’s house, on your birthday no less.

He pulled into his driveway and this beautiful home stood before you. Your breath hitched. Jensen put the car in park and walked around, opening your door. “Welcome to my home.” He took your hand and helped you out of the car. “Jensen, it’s beautiful.”

Jensen walked you up the steps and opened the door. As you stepped in Jensen closed and locked the door. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your body filled with anticipation.

“Shall we sit?” Jensen motioned to his sofa. You nodded. “Want something to drink? Beer, whiskey, water?” “I’ll take a whiskey.” “Sure thing sweetheart.” He grabbed two small glasses and poured some whiskey. He handed you one and he took the other.

Taking the glass to your lips, you parted your mouth allowing the amber liquid to pour into your mouth. Jensen swallowed hard as he saw your tongue sweep over your lip, licking the alcohol off. He placed his glass to his lips and you saw how his bottom lip clung to the rim of the glass. A shiver went through your body.

You downed your drink, and Jensen did too. The sexual tension was intense. You set your glass down and stood over Jensen. He leaned over, sitting his glass on the table, and pulled you onto his lap.

You placed your legs on either side of his and leaned up to kiss his lips. Jensen’s hands ran up your sides and into your shirt. You moaned. Jensen’s lips ghosted yours, “So beautiful”.

As Jensen’s hands went up your shirt he lifted it off and over your head. Revealing your red lace bra. Your fingertips played with the hem of his shirt and he leaned forward helping you remove it.

His chest was toned and dusted with freckles that matched the ones on his face. You moved your hips down onto him, feeling his hardness in his pants. Leaning forward you kissed his lips.

As you pulled back, inches from his lips you whispered, “I need you Jensen, please.” Jensen stood and lifted you like you weighed nothing, “Come on sweetheart, let’s go upstairs.”

He sat you down and the two of you bounded up the stairs towards his room. Giggles and laughter filling the house as the two of you made it to his room.

He pulled you in and closed the door with his foot. Jensen guided you back to the bed and you sat down. He leaned you back and put his fingers in your waistband. You nodded and he removed your pants.

Leaving you in your red lace bra and matching panties. Jensen let out a growl. You bit your lip. “You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” Your cheeks filled with a blush as deep as crimson.

Jensen removed his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You could see his hardened member through the material. The anticipation started to build.

You leaned up and kissed Jensen as he unhooked your bra, letting your breasts spring free. His lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The scruff from his beard rubbed against your delicate skin. Your breath quickened as he kissed and sucked your nipples.

Throwing your head back, you moaned loudly. You felt his thick cock on your thigh and you moved so you could tease him.

“Mmm yes baby. You like that?” You nodded enthusiastically. Jensen’s fingers played with the waistband of your panties. You nodded and he pulled them off quickly. Almost ripping the delicate material.

You gasped and he grinned. His fingers found your folds. “Already dripping wet for me? You just can’t wait to have this cock can you darlin’?”

You bucked your hips into his hand. “Jensen please” you whined. “Mm such a needy birthday girl, aren’t you.” You shook your head yes.

Jensen inserted two fingers into your pussy and you gasped. His fingers were thick. He hooked them up and had you wiggling under him. His thumb rubbed circles on your engorged clit.

“Mmm yes, Jensen. Just like that baby. Please make me cum.” You begged. Jensen smirked watching you coming undone under him and just by him using his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out, you were so wet his fingertips were wrinkled. You whined at the loss of feeling, “Mm Jensen why’d you stop.”

“Cause I want to taste this pretty little pussy.” Jensen started kissing up your thighs. His beard rubbing on the skin up to your pussy. It felt deliciously rough. He dived into your pussy like a man starved. Lapping at your juices while he sucked and nibbled your clit.

You moaned and wiggled under him. He gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you screamed out his name. “Oh Fuck, Jensen! Right there!” Your hands went into his hair and pulled him further into your pussy.

Jensen smirked and kept working towards your release. “Yes baby! Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as your released hit. Jensen started licking and sucking harder. You tried to close your legs but his strong arms kept them open.

He licked you until you had three orgasms and your legs were jello. As he lifted his head he saw you completely exhausted from cumming. His face was soaked with a mixture of sweat and your release.

Jensen leaned up and kissed you. You were tasting your juices on his lips. Jensen got off the bed and removed his boxers, “you ready sweetheart?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Yes, Jensen. Please take me.” He grabbed a condom from the side table and pumped himself a few times before putting it on.

When he was ready he got in between your legs and started to push in. He was stretching you in the most intense way. It was a mixture of pure pleasure and pain.

Jensen saw your discomfort and leaned down kissing your lips. “You’ve got to relax a little bit baby. I promise it won’t hurt for long.”

You relaxed a bit and Jensen pushed in all the way. When he bottomed out you gasped and Jensen did too. His head went into the crook of your neck. “Sorry baby. You’re so tight I need a minute.”

You giggled a little. You bucked your hips into him and he started to move. His thrusts were perfectly timed and smooth. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he would pull out and push back in.

“Oh Jensen. You feel so good. Oh god, keep going baby.” You moaned.

Jensen sped up and little then pulled out completely. “Get on top of me baby. I want to see you ride my cock.”

Jensen laid on his back and helped you straddle him. Once you lined him up you sat down. Taking him all at once.

Your hands landed on his chest and your head dipped forward. This new angle was so intense.

You started to ride him. Rocking your hips back and forth. Jensen’s eyes were locked on you. His hands on your breasts as you bounced up and down.

“Yes baby! So fucking beautiful. Taking my cock so good. You look incredible bouncing on me.” Jensen leaned up and kissed you.

He was close to his release, so Jensen bent his knees and gave you some extra support. He thrust up into you as you continued bouncing.

“Yes, just like that baby. Oh Y/N I’m gonna cum.” “Mm cum for me Jensen.” Jensen’s hips bucked one more time and you felt his cock twitching inside you as he emptied his seed in the condom.

When he was done you climbed off and laid beside him. The sounds of panting filled the air.

“Damn that was incredible, Y/N.” You smiled and kissed him softly.

He got up and walked to the bathroom to remove the used condom. When he was finished Jensen returned to you in the bed.

Grabbing a sheet he covered the two of you up. “Happy Birthday, darlin’. I hope you had a wonderful day.” You kissed his lips again, “I did Jens, thank you. I love you baby.” “I love you too.”

Jensen pulled you into his arms and kissed your head. “Oh, I haven’t given you your birthday present yet.”

“Jens you didn’t have to get me anything. You already give me so much.”

Jensen smiled, “it’s not much. I just had to get it for you. Close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes and smiled, holding out your hand.

You heard Jensen chuckle as you felt him climb out of bed.

“Okay, open your eyes” he said softly.

You opened your eyes and saw Jensen kneeling by the side of the bed with a box in his hand.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you two years ago. You make me smile, you're one of my best friends, you make me feel safe and so incredibly loved. You keep me on my toes and always laughing. You’re one of my biggest supporters and I know you’ve always got my back. Would you please do me the distinct honor of becoming my wife?”

A tear slipped out from your eye, your hands were trembling and your heart was hammering in your chest. You looked at Jensen’s green eyes, so full of love. You smiled, pulled him into a deep kiss and said “yes” against his lips.

You pulled back and he slipped the diamond on your finger. “I love you, Jensen. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you too, baby and I can’t either. Happy Birthday, my love.”

He kissed you again and climbed back into the bed with you. Jensen pulled you into his arms and the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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[cinnaleaf]

Wildflower | One Shot

Anon Request: Trent x best friend!reader "Wildflower - Billie Eilish" | MASTERLIST

genre: pure angst wc: ~1.6k a/n: thank you for all your requests, i hope my interpretation fuels your angsty little hearts!

You never meant to love him like this.

Being his best friend wasn't supposed to hurt this bad. You were always in the background, like the wildflowers that grow on the side of the road. Delicate, yet resilient and waiting to be seen. You were always right in front of Trent, ready to give him everything but he kept looking past you and you hated it. Why were you still standing there, loving him when he already chose someone else?

Zoë.

You didn't hate her even though you really wanted to. She was pretty much everything you weren't. Her presence lit up any room, like a sunflower basking in the sun, drawing everyone's attention without doing much at all. Then there was you..a little wildflower growing in the shadows. Unnoticed. It wasn't Zoë's fault Trent treated you the way he did and you knew that, but you couldn't help feeling a little jealous every time you saw them together. You tried to ignore it, but you could feel Trent pulling away from you. He was being cold, distant, and mean. You didn't understand why and it hurt.

“I dunno why you're still here, Y/N,” Trent muttered in a sharp tone, pulling his hoodie over his head as he glanced at you. You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone like you always did. The two of you grew up together and were practically inseparable, until now.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” you asked, feeling knots in your stomach. “You're always around,” he said, his gaze not quite meeting your eyes. “like I need you here or something.” His words slapped you in the face. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. “If you want me to leave..just say that. You don't have to be so damn rude about it.” Trent scoffed, running his hands over his face before looking back at you with cold eyes. “I'm saying it now, yeah?”

Something had changed, and you didn’t understand why.

“I know you don’t mean to hurt me, so I’ll keep it to myself” was like a mantra you kept repeating to yourself, willing yourself to believe it. You wanted it to be true so badly. You loved him but you wouldn't date admit it to him, especially not now.

You didn’t know he loved you just as much as you loved him. He tried so hard to avoid the feelings he had for you, even if it meant pushing you away. It wasn’t something he was ready to tackle yet. He was dating Zoë in an effort to distract himself from the way he felt about you. 

A couple of weeks later, you were at a random bar. It wasn't your usual spot, but Zoë invited you for whatever reason. She was sitting next to you, stirring her drink with a paper straw that was clearly getting soggy. You weren't close to her like you were with Trent, but she asked you to meet up and curiosity got the best of you. She was complaining for the last fifteen minutes, but you weren't really listening until something she said cut through the noise in your head.

“I don't know what's up with Trent,” Zoë said, sounding frustrated. “He doesn't even touch me like he used to anymore. He's there but he's not at the same time. I don't get it. He'll kiss me but then it's like his mind is somewhere else. It's so frustrating.” You froze as your fingers tightened around the glass in front of you. Every time Zoë told you something about him, it stung. He had been pulling away from you for months, but why was he pulling away from Zoë? Your heart did a stupid little flip, thinking maybe the reason he was acting so weird had to do with something else and not you.

“It's weird though,” Zoë added, not noticing the way your face went stone cold. “Sometimes he'll be staring at me and it's like he's trying, but then he just...doesn't.” Her words lingered in the air, you hated how much they made you yearn for something you never had. You wanted to know what it felt like to be held by him the way she did. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your waist. You wanted him to really see you. But you weren't her. You weren't the sunflower in his life and it was crushing you.

“Maybe he's just stressed with the season? He gets intense sometimes…” you offered, knowing that probably wasn't it. All of you were lying. To yourself, and to each other. There was no good answer for any of this. Zoë nodded, continuing to swirl her drink as she pondered. “Maybe,” she sighed, resting her chin on her hand. “I really miss how it used to be when he’d come home from a match and kiss me like I was the only thing he cared about.” 

The thought of Trent kissing her and holding onto her like she was everything he needed made your chest tighten. You spent years being his best friend, hoping for scraps of affection just to not get any at all. Meanwhile, Zoë got all of it, even if it seemed to be fading.

It wasn't fair, but life never is. C'est la vie.

You stood in the stands of Anfield, surrounded by cheering fans. You shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. It was cold but Zoë's words still swirled around in your head, making you shiver. You didn't even know why you were at the match, but you were. You always went to every single one. Watching Trent move across the pitch was fun to look at any other time; he was a force out there. Would he even acknowledge you or look in the crowd for you like he used to? Or would you just be another face lost in a sea of red? You caught sight of Zoë a few rows in front of you, looking picture perfect as always. She was laughing with her friends, showing not a care in the world. Maybe they fixed things?

For the next 90 minutes your mind kept drifting, not focusing on the match at all. You wondered what it would be like having Trent come home to you, kissing you and telling you how much fun he had on the pitch. You used to be that person, albeit not in the way you wanted to be because there were never any kisses shared. Suddenly, it hit you in the middle of the match. You weren't jealous of Zoë, you were jealous of the version of Trent that was open and affectionate toward her. The version you never had and probably would never receive.

The crowd erupted into cheers after Liverpool secured the win. You should've been celebrating along with them but instead, you felt hollow. Your eyes followed Trent as he jogged off the pitch, he was in celebratory mode, joking with the team and laughing. He glanced at the stands for a quick second, and you thought maybe he was looking for you. Your heart did that stupid little flip again, even though you knew better. His eyes landed on Zoë and your stomach dropped. 

You couldn't do this anymore.

Without taking a second to think, you slipped out of your seat and headed to the exit as the noise of the stadium faded into the background. You didn't want to be there when he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. You can't look. Not tonight. Not ever again.

Your phone pinged as you made your way through the crowd but you ignored it. It was probably just a group chat about the match or a text from someone checking to see if you were still at the stadium. It really didn't matter anymore because you weren't coming back. You pushed through the exit, walking for what seemed like forever. You didn't want to stop because stopping meant thinking, and you did not want to think about Trent right now. He was never going to see you the way you saw him and you were done waiting for it to happen. Did he even notice that you were gone?

He noticed. 

The seat you always sat in was empty. He got used to scanning the crowd for you, it was his usual routine. You would always give him a smile or a thumbs up, but tonight there was nothing. 

Zoë was next to him talking about dinner plans, but he wasn't really listening. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and he knew he messed up. Something in his heart tugged, it was a feeling that had been there for a couple of months now. He kept ignoring it because it was easier that way. Pushing you away and acting like nothing changed was easier than admitting he loved you. And now you weren't there.

He glanced at Zoë, who was on her phone posting a picture they took post match. She didn't notice he was quiet, but he knew you would've noticed. You were always there through everything. The good, the bad, the ugly, the wins, and the losses. You were his rock, his constant. But he was so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he was scared to admit you were more than a friend to him. 

You were his wildflower, always there, waiting for him to see you. For the first time he realized he was too busy chasing the sun to notice the beauty growing that was right beside him for years. 

You were his everything, and now you were gone.

[balkanradfem]

Okay so I know I just hit you all with the controversial chestnut poll, but I have some new development in life that I want to complain about, and in order for me to complain about it, I need to give you the context.

I don't particularly want to give you the context. You're going to diagnose me with female socialization, and some of you will feel the urge to click the anonymous ask button and tell me off. Today I need you to fight that urge! I am feeling insecure, I am feeling lost, I'm not certain in my choices, I've acted without thinking, and got myself into a situation I can't control. So please don't be mean to me. I deserve to complain on the internet and not be called out, alright?

So this is the story of how I accidentally became a live-in caretaker for an injured, elderly woman. It's temporary! She'll get better, hopefully.

I worked for her occasionally, and she's always been kind to me. She would give me a little jar of jam sometimes, and I love little jars of jam, it's a way to win my heart. A few days ago, she called me in a panic, telling me she fell, and she needs my help. I came over, and found out she broke her arm in two places, and one of her rib is broken. She fell unconscious, after being dizzy all day, and fell on a big metal lantern, breaking it. She was now in so much pain she couldn't get up by herself, dress herself, or do any kind of household tasks. She went to the ER, got her arm wrapped up, and was trying to get a pain injection. I helped her get trough the day, and promised to come early next morning, to help her up from the bed.

Next day I found her in tears in her bed, unable to get up, desperate to go to the bathroom. It became clear she needed 24/7 assistance, and she asked me if I would move in until she got better. I said yes without thinking, because I was at this point, severely concerned, and wanted to do anything to help her out.

So this is all not so bad, right, I'm being normal, it's normal to offer help to an injured elderly woman who is nice, but there's a catch. She doesn't live alone. She lives with her older husband. Who is also disabled and can't help her at all. So in order to help her out.. I had to move into a place where a male lives. That is the worst part of this.

I'm still in the first few days of living like this, and my own life had to fall to the background. I can't go foraging for chestnuts every day, I can't go to my garden as much, I'm still going to work, just from her place. I'm overwhelmed and struggling to get used to the new situation. I'm not used to being around people at all, and now I'm forced to socialize almost all day. Caring for someone comes fairly natural! I'm already so in sync with her, she can just look in the certain direction and I know what she wants me to do. I've figured out where everything is in her kitchen, closet, and basement. She's pleased that I know how to do basic household tasks, and am willing to do it in her way. And she's nice, she's telling me things like 'thank you' and 'what would I do without you', which feels good. But I am very exhausted and sleep deprived, she wakes me up at 1am, and then 5am again, and I'm unable to fall back asleep in a room I lack familiarity with. I miss my room.

She and her husband said they were going to pay me, and in my natural ways, I said something like 'no you don't need to' which I feel like everyone will get mad at me for, but they did insist they would pay me anyway. I as usual lack the sense to care about money – someone's arm is broken, that's way more serious issue to me!

Alright so now to the part of the post I wanted to write, a fun poll where you guess, what has her awful husband done by this point :) go ahead and guess!

You have one day to guess! Which one of these scenarios happened in the first few days of his wife breaking three bones in her body. I'll tell you the correct option tomorrow!

[iz-star]

Ever since I got Zayne's engagement rings my delulu has increased to godly levels

I got Zayne's engagement rings like four days ago and since then he's been showing up wearing his ring on his own, without me having to put it on him 🥺❤️

The first day I made him wear the ring as soon as I got it, but the second day, he showed up wearing the same outfit he had the previous day and the ring too, I laughed to myself thinking that he didn't change or something, maybe his workaholic self showing up (it was a bit odd considering that he always shows up with different outfits) but funnily enough, since I've been super busy with work, I wasn't able to play a lot and take pics with the rings, so it's like if he wanted the time we finally got the rings to last 🥹

The third day he dressed in his formal outfit and he gotta know that I LOVE this outfit since it's the one that he was wearing in Veiled Whispers event / Drunken Intimacy card which is a card so so important to me, literally this was the banner that was out when I started to play the game, so it felt like going back to the days this handsome sir was trying to woe me with his charm (he didn't have to do a lot tbh, ever since I saw him I just knew he was the one).

Sadly I didn't get this card since I was a new player so I couldn't farm enough dias to get it but, ofc I watched it on YouTube and since then I always ramble about how meaningful this card is for me, it's like this card consolidated me as a Zayne main bc even tho I already knew I liked him the most, I was trying to get to know the three better and give a chance to Xavier and Rafayel, but Zayne in this card just felt like home to me, because of his sweet calm affection and gentleness, respect and care, I could write an entire essay about this card but that's for another day.

(I also have to add that since I got him this outfit, I've seem him wearing it like idk 3-4 times, is not an outfit he picks up normally).

And the fourth day he shows up wearing his Snowy Serenity outfit with the ring and honestly, he surely KNOWS that whenever I see this outfit I can't help thinking of his hungry kisses but also how in this card he finally allows himself to be fully honest with his feelings and needs and at least for me that was a milestone ❤️

Istg that he's getting me used to this that if tomorrow he doesn't show up wearing his ring I will legit cry 💔

I know I'm just making up stories in my head but let's be honest, the development of the relationship with Zayne has been so organic that sometimes it feels somehow... alive. And we as the player get emotionally invested somehow. I've seen him grow, show his insecurities and weaknesses little by little with no shame, embracing his feelings instead of running away from them like a true man ❤️

Now I just need them to bring Illusio back so I can make him wear his ring in this scene:

[kurosagi-h8r]

Rain of Affection

Character: Alan Mido x reader

Summary: Trapped under the same tent during your camping, you had no choice but to seek warmth from each other under the sudden rainstorm.

tw/cw: just kissing. a bit slowburn maybe. grammatical error might exist

word count: 1340

The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine. The rain drops pouring down the tent like bullets made it difficult for you to hear anything else. It was soothing, in a way. But it put you in an awkward situation where you had no choice but to be stuck in the same small tent as your camping mate.

"I'm so sorry for making your tent wet, Mido..." You tried to hide the way your lip quivered from the cold. The jacket that was once protecting you from the rain is now dropping water on the floor.

"Take off your jacket. You'll catch a cold if you keep wearing that." He's sitting awkwardly in front of you, trying to make himself small to give you more space inside. Still, being the one carrying most of the supplies and gear, he had to carry them back in his own tent because of the sudden rain.

You're reluctant to take it off but he was right. You couldn't even hide your shivers anymore. "Maybe later... all of my stuff is outside, you see." Left outside under your unmade tent. You didn't even have the chance to bring it with you inside — not that there's any space left inside Mido's.

He awkwardly inched closer to you — even without doing that you could feel his breath on your skin. Flustered, your first instinct was to lean back, however you were met with bags of his stuff. His hand reached to grab something and you swore his shoulder almost touched you. You even caught a whiff of wood scent on him, most likely from gathering branches for the fire.

"Wear mine," He said.

You stared at the jacket on his hand. "But what about you...?"

“You need it more than me.” Alan sounded rather quiet compared to the sound of rainfall on top of him. “And we don’t know how long the heavy rain will last.”

Again, he was right. He knew more about camping better than you were, of course. You complied and took off your jacket. Some of the water at the hem of your sleeve left your skin freezing. Then Alan took your jacket and folded it to be put away elsewhere.

His jacket was thicker than yours, perfect for camping. Although the difference in size made you drown in it. Your hands could barely show themselves, but it made it easier for you to warm yourself. Looking at him, sitting in front of you wearing only a t-shirt that’s half drenched… won’t he also freeze himself like that? Even if he were, he clearly didn’t show it.

“Aren’t you also cold?” you asked. “I feel bad for having this all to myself…”

“You’re the one more drenched here, (y/n).” And you did. All because you weren’t that good in setting up your own tent. You couldn’t possibly ask him for help with that too on top of the pile of work he insisted on shouldering.

“Still…”

Alan was sitting with his legs crossed beside you, not looking particularly anywhere – for some reason you hope he's not trying to avoid looking at you. But sometimes you do wonder what he's thinking at the moment… because it's getting pretty awkward with just the two of you, unable to go anywhere with the heavy rain happening outside. So you decide to be the one to break the silence.

“Mido… what do you usually do to stay warm?”

That five seconds of another silence felt humiliating. Was it a weird question? Anyone can ask that, right? But if you hear it again, it feels like you were trying to suggest something. Oh God, what if he feels uncomfortable answering it…

As you were about to apologize to him, he responded with, “Exercise. But we can’t exactly do that right now.”

“Ah…” you nodded. It was expected from him. “That's one way to do it.”

Exercising was out of the option. You needed to look for another way so that he wouldn't freeze himself, because giving back his jacket was also not going to happen, he would pull out other excuses to refuse.

Then it came to you…

“We can sit closer…” in a normal situation, you would've wanted to hide yourself from embarrassment. “I can't let you freeze yourself, Mido. Please?”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. “There’s no option for me to say no, is there?”

A smile tugged at your lips. You scooted closer to him, attempting to embrace him, trying your best to not make things even more awkward than it already has. His body went rigid upon feeling your breath on his skin, his mind was screaming for him to back away but your warmth… Alan couldn’t help but find himself starting to melt to your touch.

“Alan,” you said softly.

He swore it went straight to his heart. You shouldn’t have let his name roll off your tongue like that. What blush was to appear on his face and you had to witness that? What if his heart beats a little too loud that you could hear them? So close to your ears like how close you were that you could count his lashes.

“Can I maybe…”

“Hm?”

“Can I put my head on your shoulder… please?”

Before Alan could react, a sound of thunder roaring not so far frightened you; making you jump at your seat– accidentally pulling him tighter in your embrace. You were trembling all over and his body confirmed it. To think that seconds ago he was only thinking about his own pride and honor…

Alan – not wanting to frighten you even more – carefully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he whispered in your ear, “It’s alright…”

His touches, albeit too rigid in fear of hurting you, brought you the comfort you needed. His hand soothing you on your back, and the other covering your ear from the loud noise. All you could hear was each other’s breathing, and each breath made you feel drowsy. In that moment all you wanted was to drown deeper in his embrace and never wake up.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked.

Thinking that he’s giving you a sign, you immediately put some space between you and him. But his hold on your back couldn’t get you far from him. “I’m sorry! I-i think I’m good now.”

His soft gaze was fixed on yours. “You sure?” 

The realization sent blood rushing to your face. His face was so close – too close that your nose almost touched. Did he ask me something? To be able to utter any word would be a blessing but your ability to talk seemed to jump out of the tent the moment your eyes locked.

Alan, with all the courage he had, “Y/n.”

“Yes…?”

He’s not sure whether you said something or not just now. Not with you looking up at him and your hair between his fingers. The voices in his head were whispering things to him. Telling him that he should let himself go and feel his fingertips against your skin; that he should do something with how lonely your lips were. You needed more warmth. So let him be your warmth.

‘Please don’t hate me for this,’ was what he wanted to say before he listened to his demons.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

And then the rainstorm stopped. The world to your senses was no longer thunder in the sky, or the scent of wet dirt, or even the piercing cold in your bones. All you could feel was… Alan. His trembling lips on yours, his hand on the back of your head, the heat spreading through your body.

Your world had become him.

Everything became Alan. You see him when you close your eyes, you taste him at the tip of your tongue, drowning yourself in him and all his desire to have you.

And there’s nothing you want but to seek deeper, into the depth of his affection.

[jessi4fanfics]

Broppy Dayyyyy!!!

Tis officially Broppy Day, so I wrote this really bad one shot for you- ur welcome😜

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"Branch!" Branch shot out of bed, startled by the sound of his girlfriend's voice shouting into his ear. He peeked over his bed and rubbed his temple. "Poppy, it's--" he checked his alarm clock, "--5am. What're you doing?" "I'm the queen, I'm supposed to be up this early. Besides," she said dropping to the floor next to him, "today wouldn't be as special if I couldn't spend a few moments with my favorite boyfriend?" Branch smiled at her and stood up, offering her his hand. "Well, I'm flattered, but why today specifically?" Her face fell. "Don't you know what today is?" "Trash day?" he suggested. Poppy couldn't help giggling. "No, I mean on the calander." He turned to his calender and said, "Well, yesterday was the 20th, so today must be the 21st." "Yup, good job, Professor." He scoffed at the tease, crossing his arms. "Yes, and?" Poppy considered something for a few moments, then took a card out of her hair, and handed it to him. "Read it," she urged gently. Branch lifted an eyebrow, opened the card, and read. He immediately recognized his wobbly handwriting from two years ago. Poppy, This adventure helped me realize my feelings for you are a bit deeper than I believed they were. I wouldn't say love (I think), though it may be easy for it to become that, but I have began to realize how special you are and how big of a part you are in my life. I can't imagine me ever again regaining my colors without you. You are the ropes that are holding the falling pieces to this broken troll that I am. As cheesy as it is, you have glued my torn heart with the love you always seem to be spreading around and throwing in my face especially and I hope you continue to be an amazing influence and part of me from now on. I know you will never read this, but I had to write it down. You are a beautiful, inspiring, and sunny troll that I have grown to admire, though I hated to admit it before. I wish that one day I'd be worthy of your friendship. With love, your friend: Branch Written, September 21st

Branch looked up at Poppy, surprised. "Wait…this was the letter I wrote to myself the day I became friends with you." Poppy grinned and shook her head. "Nope, says you wrote it to me." "Well, yeah, but I wrote it for myself because you weren't ever supposed to read it," Branch groaned. "How'd you find it?" "It dropped from your hair one day and, when I found that it was a letter for me, I've kept it since. For two years," she noted proudly. Branch glared at her. "Once again: nothing is private." "Not from meeee!" Poppy sang, taking his arm. He couldn't help smiling. "So…what? You came to rub this in?" "Yes and no. It's our official Friendiversary, Branch! C'mere, I want to show you something." She led him quietly out of the bunker so they wouldn't wake his brothers, towards the mushroom in the center of the Pop Village. Party decorations, refreshment tables, a dance floor, plus a banner that said: HAPPY 2ND FRIENDIVERSARY OF THE BERGENS!! were obvious signs of a party planned later. "I thought you could help me decorate!" she squealed. "Oh." He was a bit disappointed. "Great." She nudged him playfully. "Wanna hear a secret?" Branch didn't know how to respond. Of course he did, but should he say so? "Is it more letters from my bunker?" he decided to say instead, jokingly. "Nope!" She laughed. "I'll tell you once you catch me." She suddenly dashed off, and Branch was caught by surprise. He chased after her, laughing at her giggles as she called back at him about how slow and old he was, and all he responded with was a shout of how she wasn't that much younger than him, only by a few years. They passed trees, pods, and night animals getting ready to hide from the daytime again as the sun began to peek from behind the hills. "Byeeee!!" Poppy called as she began to eagerly climb up a huge tree, way ahead of him now. "Wait!" Branch used his hair to follow her into the leaves. But then she was gone. "Poppy?! Poppy!!" he called. He flipped tree leaves and calked for her, climbing faster and higher up as he did so. Then, he found her. She was sitting silently on the edge of a tree branch, looking out at the view of the village. He rushed towards her and sat beside her. "Poppy, why didn't you--?" Branch stopped, realizing something. "Wait…is this…?" She looked at him and smiled. "The place we met?" She nodded. "Yup." Branch was astounded. It didn't look so different from ten years ago when he had been gathering leaves for his bunker and Poppy had found him in the tree and followed him, bothering him with questions. Multiple times he had asked why she didn't go back down where it was safer (and away from him) but she hadn't budged. Branch chuckled. "Whew, we loved to bother each other from the start, didn't we?" "Still do." She laughed. "Welp, I guess it's time for my secret." She took his hand. "When I first fell for you, I had always dreamed we would meet here for our first kiss. I don't know why, but it seemed really romantic." Branch nodded. "That would be…too bad you already took our first kiss," he grinned. "Yeah, I guess I was a bit impatient," Poppy smirked. She paused. "I wouldn't mind a kiss… now, though. Ya know, on our friendiversary. Wouldn't be the same, I guess but--" She was interrupted by Branch's sudden kiss. She was a bit surprised from how quickly he went for it, but immediately melted into the kiss. After a bit, he pulled away. "Good enough?" he grinned. "For sure," she nodded. Branch brushed a bang out of her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry I forgot our anni- friendiversary. How about I take you shopping this afternoon for your gift?" Poppy smiled. "Why leave? We have all we need here." It was true. And, just as the sun rose just enough for it to make the sky a pretty rose and orange color, the birds began to sing their morning songs, and as the time came for Poppy to have begun her morning song… They leaned in for another kiss. They didn't know how in the world their relationship had gotten here. But they were here. And that was all that mattered.

[spee-eeeeee]

“Welcome our house! My misty”

Tomas (a little bit like Yandere)x female reader

I wrote this in Japanese and then translated it into English with Google Translate, so I've edited it but apologize if there are any mistakes! I hope you like this,,,

Warning: kidnapping

An unfamiliar ceiling spreads out before your eyes. Where on earth are you? Yesterday, you were sure you had been sleeping in your room like usual. But when you woke up, you found yourself self lying on a bed with clean white sheets. A blanket had even been carefully placed over you. You looked around, and saw a teddy bear on the edge of the bed, two small tables and chairs nearby, and no windows in the room. And a wooden door.

　Stay calm, don't panic. There's nothing good to come from being in a hurry. Everything will be okay,,,,First, you took a deep breath to calm your palpitations. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I felt a little better. Luckily, your hands and feet weren't chained or tied with rope. You got off the bed and touched the doorknob, but of course it wasn't unlocked. There wasn't much furniture in the room, so there was nowhere to look for anything, and you couldn't find any clues to escape from this room. There was nothing you could do, so you reluctantly sat on the bed and sighed.

　Suddenly, you heard the sound of the door in front of you unlocking. You could only stare at the door as it creaked in surprise. Then, a man stepped in.

"Good morning, sweetheart ,,,,you're awake! How are you feeling?"

The man asked you as if you were lover, as if you'd known each other for a long time. Even though it was your first meeting.

"Who are you? Did you kidnap me here?"

You couldn't help but ask. You never know what someone might do if you provoke them. The man was visibly muscular, and if he hit you even once, you’re sure you would lose consciousness easily. Perhaps seeing your confused and impatient expression, the man began to introduce himself.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Tomas. Sorry for being rough with you. But I don't mean to hurt you."

　Even if you make a big fuss and try to escape, you won't be able to win against this man. You have no choice but to obey him obediently.

"Are you hungry? I made breakfast for you! I'll bring it to you so wait a moment."

　He said, and left the room. Of course, the door was locked again.

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of the door being unlocked again, and Tomas came into the room with a smile on his face, carrying a tray. He put it on the table, sat down in the chair opposite, and looked at me. He said with a slightly shy smile.

"I hope it's good."

On the tray were an egg omelet with ketchup, a colorful vegetable salad, steaming hot soup, and water. If this wasn't the place where the kidnapper...you mean, Tomas, had brought you, what an exciting breakfast it would have been. No one would want to eat something made by a kidnapper. It wouldn't be surprising if there was something foreign in it. Suspicious medicine... But you thought it would be bad if you didn't eat here and upset Tomas, so you reluctantly moved to the seat opposite.

　you prepared myself, and took the omelette. The fluffy egg spread in my mouth. It wasn't bad at all, in fact the opposite. The soup had a mild taste. The salad dressing seemed homemade, but it was very well made. You didn't want to admit it, but you had to admit that it was delicious. When you finished eating your breakfast, Tomas said happily.

"I'm glad you like my cooking. From today you'll be living here! And as your lover, I'll do anything to make you comfortable my misty,,,"

Living is the wrong word to locking you in. And he just called you his "lover." You couldn't keep up.

"Well, I'm going to go and clean up this."

While I was thinking about what he was going to do, he gently pulled me to him and kissed your forehead. You were frozen in shock, but he picked up the tray and left the room. You didn't have time to feel disgusted. All you could do was stand there

[bookishjules]

things about rebecca lewis i myself choose to believe:

she went to new jersey for college because she wanted to be away from home but not so far that she couldn't hop a train and check in on her mom and brother

yes, that means when she came home to "do laundry" it was never because she had dirty clothes. new jersey is far enough from brooklyn that such a trip for laundry does not make sense in measure of time or money.

she studied art history in college because it was more financially reliable than going for art or fashion design

she knew simon wanted to study music, and she wasn't going to risk their mom not having something to fall back, given her propensity for not being able to handle difficult situations in a stable manner

after college, she moved back to brooklyn less because she wanted to and more because of the reasons she only went as far as nj for college, despite jobs at art galleries and museums being harder to get in nyc than they are elsewhere.. which is how she ends up working at the restaurant that caters simon's engagement party

as for her own romantic endeavors.. i don't believe she gets married until her early 30s. unlike shadowhunters, she has no reason to marry or have kids earlier, and with her touch of hyper-independance and the lag in her career, it takes a bit longer for her to settle down

as for who she settles down with.. it really could be anyone. i just know she'll make an incredible partner to whoever she ends up with

she is also, for that matter, an incredible aunt to simon and isabelle's kiddos

as a kid herself, she didn't have a clary, whose family she could escape to. she had friends, but no one close enough to find a real father figure in any of theirs after her own had passed. not that she'd really wanted a replacement. but i think simon gained a lot from having luke to lean on in his teenage years, and becky never had that opportunity

nor, for that matter, did she have someone to be a mother figure when her own mother wasn't doing the best job. simon had rebecca, but rebecca only had herself.

none of this felt like a burden to rebecca at the time ofc. she likes helping people. she likes being there for her brother, likes having him rely on her. but the result of it all tugs at her well into adulthood

finally and least relevantly: her favorite taylor swift album is red.

[art-after-dark1]

BUBBLEGUM LIP GLOSS

Jenny always got excited at this moment. She took the bubblegum lip gloss and slid it down into her pocket. Her heart hammered in her chest as she turned to go, only to be face to face with the stores security guard.

"Did you plan on paying for that item?" He asked her.

She felt cornered and did not know what to do. So she said. "I didn't steal anything."

"Come with me, young lady." The guard said as he walked her toward the back of the store. They passed through double doors and walked past shelves of items. At the end of the row was a door. It led to a small office. There was an untidy desk and a lingering smell of cheap cologne.

"What is your name? Are you here with your parents?"

"My name is Jenny Rogers. I'm here all by myself." She answered in as small a voice she could.

"All alone? Young girls can get in a bunch of trouble when they are alone." The man said with a wolfish smile. "So I guess we should call your parents then call the police."

"No! We can't do that. I have been caught too many times. The judge said next time I was going to be sent away! I can't get in trouble again."

"Yeah. Wouldn't want that to happen. What do you suppose we should do about this then?"

"Whatever you want, sir." She replied meekly.

"Well, to be official, I am going to have to search you. Stand up in front of me."

Jenny did as she was told. She had begun to cry. She was so afraid of this man and what was going on. First, he merely patted her pockets and found the lip gloss. He took it and continued to feel her other pockets, and he seemed to give her ass a squeeze as he did. She wanted to stop him, but her mind was busy trying to figure out how to avoid more trouble.

"What else do you have hidden, missy?" He asked.

"Nothing, sir. I swear."

"Do you think I would trust a no-good thief's word? I think it's time to undress so I can check better."

"I can't do that!" She cried out.

"You can if you want to avoid me calling your parents and the police."

Jenny obeyed, and at first, she removed her top and then her pants. Leaving her in only a bra and panties.

"Now the rest of it." He said with hunger in his eyes.

She thought about screaming for help, but she did not want him to make those calls. With her eyes gushing, she first undid and removed the bra. No man had ever seen her top less. She was so ashamed. Her panties came off next. She guard sat back and looked her up and down.

"OK. Come closer."

She complied, and he placed his hand on her breast. She did not know what to do. This was all happening so fast. He pinched her nipple and groped her other boob. They were not very big but he seemed to really like them. His hand which was a little rough moved down her belly and his finger trailled through the small patch of hair she had above her pussy. Then he touched it and rubbed her clit. She couldn't catch herself and she was about to scream. The man placed his hand over her mouth and grabbed her arm.

"OK, princess. I think I can get you out of this trouble, but you're going to have to do something for me." He said as he unzipped his pants. He removed the hand covering her mouth and used it to put her on her knees in front of him. "You either suck my cock or I make those calls."

Jenny sobbed as she opened her mouth and put the man's girth in her mouth. She had never done this before, but the man gave her no time to figure it out. He grabbed her hair and jammed his shaft in and out of her mouth. He went on for some time, and just when she thought it might all be over, he stood her up and bent her over the desk.

He slid a finger into her pussy and found that to her shame it had gotten wet. Part of her was devastated by what was happening but some other unknown part of her was starting to get excited. The guard groaned when he realized that she was wet. He grabbed her ass and slid his massive cock into her young tight pussy. She screamed and he grunted.

"Keep quiet, thief." He said as he pounded her wet cunnie.

Before she knew it, she had an orgasm. Her shame was mixed with awe at how something so violating felt so good. After a few more pumps, the man pulled out and came on her ass. She reached back and felt his warm cum on her skin. Then he slapped her ass.

"Did that teach you a lesson about stealing?" He asked her. She said yes as she began to pull on her clothes. Little did the guard know that he taught her more about herself than he did about stealing.

[aplaceinme]

Song: Hourglass by Catfish and the Bottlemen

[rustycottoncandy]

I somehow made it through the school day running on one hour of sleep

[heroic-endeavors]

The game... was lost?