#i love me a sunset dammit

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

“Can you, uh, do it again?” he asked, voice barely more than a whisper. “Please,” he added, the word coming out more breathily than anticipated.

Crowley shook his head, his whole corporation positively tingling. “I dare you.”

Aziraphale brought his lips closer to Crowley’s and paused, savouring the delicious anticipation. With one final look into Crowley’s eyes the two of them closed the gap together and melted into each other. Crowley still held the angel softly in his hands as their lips brushed together, gently at first, exploring the beauty in their touch.

A lovely commission illustrating the third chapter of the fic I Dare You.

[un-love]

drunk voicemails with svt (part 2)

a/n: after 11 months, it's completed lol. i'm sorry for taking so long, i'm terrible at this writing thing

find part 1 here

♡॒ dokyeom

i keep thinking about that night. all the things you said, the things i said. the hurt in your eyes. i wish i had reached a hand out to wipe your tears. i wish i could go back and tell myself to stop avoiding my feelings under the pretence of giving you space. but i can't. the only thing left to do now is wonder. and drink. in that order. to wonder if there's a chance that you didn't mean it. if it breaks your heart as much as it breaks mine. if your days are as miserable as mine, or if you've moved on. does it make me a terrible person to hope you feel incomplete without me? your side of the bed is still unslept on, your clothes still living in my closet. you're still here, so why won't you talk to me? i'm starting to lose track of the voice mails i've left you, i'm sorry

♡॒ mingyu

oh hey. this went straight to voicemail...i know we just parted ways but i miss you. we're still at the bar and if i don't say this now, i never will. i spent half the night looking at you, i know you knew. you looked beautiful. i should be feeling embarrassed or something but the liquor has washed away the shame. i can't leave this unsaid anymore. okay? it hurts to go through the same motions everyday. i don't want to spend my days wishing cheol invites you to dinner every evening. i don't want to steal quick glances at you just because i'm afraid you'll disappear if i look away. don't wanna see you in anyone's arms but mine. want to walk you home without being worried about what you think of me. but you already know this, don't you? you've always been able to look right through me. you probably think i've said too much, but i swear, nothing i say will ever come close enough to how i feel about you. i almost want to take it back, but i won't. not tonight.

♡॒ minghao

i think of you when i'm sitting down to eat, when my friends buy mint chocolate ice cream or when i see the shirt you gifted me discarded in the back of my closet. the sunset was three different shades of pink last saturday and i almost sent you a picture. can you come back to me? the winter chill has permanently made a home in my bones and i'm lost without your touch. the threads of sanity i'm hanging on by are worn out now. my best friend is giving me a look that says he wants to leap across the bar and snatch my phone, but i don't care. i want to make it right. call me please.

♡॒ seungkwan

you were right. i'm not okay...i'm doing terribly. *laughs* nothing is okay. it hurts everywhere. it hurts when i close my eyes, it hurts when i take a breath and it hurts when i think about how i've pushed away everyone who wanted to help me. i keep having this dream where you refuse to let go of my hand. i'm cold. everything around me is crumbling and i think it's my fault. i can't say that i don't deserve this, but i need you now. will you come to me? will you come and hold my hand?

♡॒ vernon

i have been meaning to ask you this. i- yeah. you remember that dress you have? the long black one with sequins all over it? you look so beautiful in that. AND when you put up your hair and i can see your pretty face? stunning. why is it so hard for me to say these things to your face, dammit? it's all true. i wanted to tell you this before we— well the reason i'm calling is because i wanted to ask you to be my date to the wedding. and no, no that's not the only reason why i'm telling you how beautiful you are. it's one of the reasons. the other one is that i'm drunk! you're gorgeous, angelic even. and you still will be tomorrow, when i'm sober. so you know, back to the fact that i need a date. i mean i need You to be my date. i would love that. so ... call me back, yeah? is it odd that i already imagined how you would look on my arm in that dress? probably. i'm hanging up now-

♡॒ chan

i'm looking at the clock ticking and the numbers are blurry but the only thing on my mind is that your flight is in six hours. and then in another twelve hours you'll be in my arms. you and me. it's always been you, you know? the thought of us not having to be apart ever again is making me crazy, i'm sorry. i'm not jinxing it, right? god. the first thing we're doing is going down to my favourite ice cream place!!! i'll drive you back home and to work everyday. and when you put your hand against mine, it'll be soft. it won't be cold, hard glass anymore. can you fucking believe that? it's going to be incredible. come to me soon.

[mayakern]

dammit maya stop trying to murder my bank account. i have a desert sunset from the old manu and i kept thinking about getting one from the new manu bc i love the new fabric so much, but i was on the fence about it bc i kept telling myself "oh i don't need two of the same design, what's the point of that when the first one is still perfectly wearable and nice looking?" then you did this sale. and i saw a review on the site with a picture comparing the old to the new and the difference in the vibrancy of the design. and i caved. why. why do you do this to me.

hehehe well i can’t say this is a bad thing for me, but i’m sorry for causing such woe. and also you’re welcome.

and yeah the printing from the new manu is SO much nicer. not only does it have 3x the printing fidelity (prints at 300dpi instead of 100, which is INSANE i’ve never encountered another fabric printer that could print over 100dpi) but the colors are also so much more vivid.

here is the photo included in the aforementioned review. left is the old manu skirt, right is the new one.

but for me this is even more pronounced in the blues. if you’ve printed anything ever, you know that blues are REALLY hard to print well. unfortunately i don’t have a good side-by-side of this on hand, as the photos of the old whale skirt were taken with a different camera and lighting and were edited differently, but the new printing on the whale skirt is ASTOUNDING.

this photograph, despite being cute, doesn’t even do it justice (i think in part due to the super bright lights we have on set

this is an objectively worse photo but the colors are, i think, more accurate to how the whale skirt looks IRL because it is SO vivid and rich and lovely

[ruggiethethuggie]

MY SUNFLOWER || Ruggie Bucchi

romance isn't dead.

wc: 613 cw: ruggie bucchi, drabble, gn!reader, it's very short, established relationship (you've been together for awhile), mushy gushy romance a/n: this has been in my google doc drafts since August and i wrote it at like 11pm apparently ?? i must've been using my love goggles while i wrote this

“Ruggie…,” you whispered with a long pause afterwards. The sight before your eyes was one you never really anticipated on a day like today, but Ruggie was never short of surprises. You and Ruggie had taken the weekend to go back home to Sunset Savanna. Every time you two would go, it was always a given that you would visit a small field that grew wildflowers and sunflowers. It always had the prettiest view for the sunset, and since you were with Ruggie, he would always bring a blanket and some snacks for you both. It was something you always enjoyed doing when you came to visit with him, but this wasn’t ever what you thought would happen. Not here, not right now.

Ruggie was staring up at you with a beaming grin across his face, the sleeves on his white button up were rolled up to his elbows in his typical playful fashion. But this was no mere “playful” interaction between you two. This was something important, something far more serious. The way Ruggie knelt down on one knee, his hand holding out a small box with a dainty, yet breathtaking ring, was almost too much for you to take in all at once.

He took your hand; you could feel his own trembling as he spoke. “You know I love you; you mean the absolute world to me. All the money I could make, all the finer things I always wanted to have, hell, even the selling price for all those goodies in Kalim’s little treasure room- all of it's nothing compared to you. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to call you mine forever, my partner in life as we try to figure it out together. You are my sunshine every day, the reason I wake up every day and do my best to be a better person, the best that I can be so you’re proud to have me next to you.”

You were trying your hardest to hold in the immense amount of emotions you were feeling in this moment. After all these years- all the long days and nights when he was away and working hard to make sure you both were fed and taken care of; all the petty arguments you had over something that was never as serious as either of you made it out to be in the end; all the blissful, shared memories you two had accumulated together that would make you smile when your mind replayed them randomly throughout the day. Everything had brought you both to this point, to this moment in time- one that, truthfully, you wished would last a lifetime.

You let out a short exhale, trying to catch your breath and find the words you so desperately wanted to say to him, but he continued on with his affirmations towards you.

“I want to wake up to you every day; I want to make you breakfast, lunch, dinner- whatever, whenever. I want to be the reason you smile every day. I’ve grown up with so many hardships, I think I know pretty well when something is worth it, and dammit,” he chuckled a bit, “I think you’re worth it. We are worth it. I want to be the person you can rely on when you need me; I want to be at your side always. I need you to know that I love you more than anything, more than myself or my friends and family, more than anything or anyone on this planet, the galaxy. You are the one I want, the one I want to be with… please, my sunflower, will you marry me?”

© Pastel Orange Heart Divider | please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[pennyserenade]

The Hollywood Hedonist Method

pairing: dieter bravo x you, dieter bravo x reader rating: explicit (oral sex (female receiving), pinv, unprotected sex, light dirty talk (a little degrading), sex in public place (?), soft dom!reader, soft dom!dieter tags: references to drugs, talk of suicide (not serious), a self pitying dieter bravo word count: 2.9k+ summary: dieter's movie is bad and he looks to you for a quick fix to a long problem. a/n: is this the most inspired piece i ever wrote? probably not but i did have a lot of fun writing it. i wouldn't say this is my usual writing style, but i'm trying something new on here and i hope you like it. if you'd like to be updated on when i post my writing, follow my writing updates blog @belovedinfidels

He fingers you on the black marble countertop, his mess of crushed ambitions transformed suddenly into a hardy joie de vivre as you accept his tongue into your mouth. Salacious stories be damned: this is better than any page six bullshit could cover, his strong body settled between your widened legs, his long fingers curled in the warm comforts of your body. He breathes you in, drinks you up. 

Your whiskey soaked tactlessness is divine tonight. It offers a heady respite from the impending dark cloud of his self doubt. He doesn’t even mind that you don’t realize how gloomy this shit makes him. He feels like one of those goddamn characters in Sunset Boulevard, switching between the dead bloodied man floating in the pool of his own ambition, and the frenzied, forgotten actress with the warm gun of delusion in her hands. He hates that he’s miserable over his fucking shitty movie, and he’s so hard it’s embarrassing, and a little confusing, and you’re beginning to squirm and he wonders if maybe his tongue might make you shake and—-

“Dieter!” 

You dig crescent shaped imprints on the pale, freckled skin of his shoulders. His tongue makes you shout–better than he could’ve ever hoped for. It’s the ego boost he needs. Plus, you’re so goddamn wet that it’s coating his chin and he’s only just got on his knees. That’s nice, too. 

He licks up to your swollen clit, tonguing it until you let out delightful little mewls and writhe beneath him. When you close your legs around his head, he lets out a moan. You taste like the closest thing to penitence he’ll ever get. He could eat your pussy all night if you let him. Really. There’s some things he knows for certain, some things even bad fucking movies and a deflating ego can’t rob him of, and his love for this is one of them. The act of spreading a woman apart and eating her like she’s ripe pickings from the Garden of Eden almost drives him to romanticism sometimes. He is sure he could write poetry about this. He bets your pussy’d look so pretty on a canvas. He’s never drawn a pussy from memory, but he’s gonna try it tomorrow and—

“Are you okay?” you rasp, looking down at him with a frown. 

Well, maybe it can rob me of this, he thinks bitterly. 

Your grip turns more forgiving in his hair, your fingers sympathetically pushing his locks back from his face. He comes up, his slick-glistened lips forming into what you suspect is meant to be a reassuring grin. It looks more like a grimace. You run a thumb affectionately over his cheek and he groans, pushing it off with his shoulder. He positions himself back between your legs. When you pull at his hair again, trying to get him to look at you, he winces sharply. 

“Dammit,” he mutters, dark eyes deep wells of glazed frustration. “If I don’t make you cum I’m going to jump out of the window,” he deadpans. 

You’ve always hated the kind of people who make you wonder what’s a joke and what’s not, because it’s a constant commotion of miscommunication. Life becomes a bad joke, a joke that is in constant need of explaining, and you’ve never liked that. Dieter is the sort that seems to be hanging on the edge of I don’t know, the kind who seems to be supplanting real answers for half funny, half serious ones. The uncertainty he posits is a product of the uncertainty he feels - you can tell already - but you’re not exactly enthused to decipher him for the rest of your life. 

You frown. You’d only met him under strobe lights not even two months ago, shouting over the music to get to know one another. He had tasted of stale cigarettes and early morning remorse, and he’d taken you in the women’s bathroom, pressed you against the bathroom stall, and fucked you with bruising intensity. Then he had written his number on the palm of your hand, and kissed you chastely on the mouth after it was all over. There’s no future here. You won’t be deciphering anything. 

“Sit on my face,” he implores. Dieter delivers the sentence like he’s asking you if he can hold your hand. His fingers grip at your thighs and his breath grazes the inside of your legs. When he presses his lips to the side of your cunt, you close your eyes against the sensation. He tongues the spot, laughing shakily as you ease underneath him. Your hips press forward and he takes it as acceptance. “Or don’t,” he says. His tongue teases at your lips, and you can hear the grin in his tone when he says, “I’ll eat you out like this. That’s just fine, too.” His tongue nudges into your opening and you gasp. Your hand finds his hair again. “But tell me you want it.” 

His lips press to the side of your pussy again. You gush involuntarily at the sound of a husky voice, at the way he hovers over you with the promise of more. 

“Mm.” You look down your body at him, making eye contact as he presses kisses closer and closer to your glistening clit. He nods his head at you, encouraging you as he begins twirling his tongue around the area. “Actors are so goddamn self absorbed,” you say. He nods wordlessly again, smiling against your skin. He doesn’t tongue your clit, though. You want him badly to take it into his mouth. To suck—

“Fuck, please,” you plead. “I want it.” 

His eyes glimmer. You feel his hot breath all over you, and can hardly stand the sensation of it. You want to ride his face, make him bring you to orgasm your own way. You nearly forget his sad, petulant attitude in your impatience. 

He takes your clit in his mouth, sucks eagerly as you stroke your nipple through the thin cotton of your dress. Dieter is greedy even in his giving, taking as much of you as you’ll let him. He enters a finger into you—a finger that goes in with an embarrassing ease—and then another when you moan lewdly into the enclosed air of this someone else’s bathroom. His face moves with your hips, letting you rock against the rhythm his own fingers set. You moan his name and he goes faster, and you feel on the brink of imploding. 

Your eyes close and you focus on his mouth, and the fury with which he works at your swollen clit, and you think of his fingers, and the way your cunt clenches around them, large as they are. As you cum against his mouth with an unapologetically guttural moan, he surprises you with the seriousness of his intent—how he does not look up at you or smirk against you, but works devoutly at building another orgasm up. You grip the edge of the sink and your head thuds against the mirror as it lolls back. The glass reverberates but neither of you care; your ass is gradually rising off the counter and his body is rising up, one of his legs kneeled on the ground and the other one hovering. He makes you cum again in a matter of seconds. 

In between your second and third orgasm, his belt buckle jingles open and he’s risen all the way up. He comes up for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and then he kisses you on the mouth. He’s wet with your juices down to his chin and he’s not afraid to spread the taste of you against your tongue. There’s a drop of pre-cum wetting the blue of his tight boxer shorts. You grab onto his jean loops and jostle him closer. He comes without protest. 

“You shouldn’t ask a man how he feels when he’s eating you out,” he tells you. His head is pressed against your chest and he’s looking down at himself, at the way his cock is strained in his boxers. He’s hard as hell. He looks back up at you with intense eyes. “It’s likely he feels pretty fucking good.” 

“Shut up,” you groan. You stuff your hand down the front of his open jeans and his neutrality fades into a smirk. His hips jerk as you palm him and he whimpers, desperate as ever. You fist his hair, driving his neck back so you can kiss along the column of his throat. “The movie wasn’t even that fucking bad,” you tell him. He laughs and you feel his Adam’s apple bob against your lips. You suck at the skin there. If he minds, he doesn’t say. His eye lashes flutter against his cheeks and he happily grinds against your hand. You think you could make him beg, if you wanted. You think maybe he wants to. 

You withdraw your touch suddenly and he whimpers, pupils blown wide with desire. He goes from confused to uncertain. “What?—“ 

“Ground,” you command. He nods curtly. 

He peels off his jeans and underwear on his way down to the cold, sterile tile, making no qualms about being bare ass naked on his employer’s bathroom floor. They are downstairs and they’re partying, and even if they weren’t he wouldn’t give a damn anyway. That’s the appeal of him, isn't it? It’s why the public buys the magazines and watches the movies he’s in. Dieter is a brilliant train wreck and they want to see. 

That movie they put him in was so goddamn commercial and so heartless, and so contrived. He hopes he gets cum on the black shower mat because of what they’ve done to him. 

“I’ve got no condom,” he tells you suddenly, remembering. This had been so spur of the moment. A hand on your knee under the table turned to a hand in your underwear and suddenly you were both up here. His face scrunches up, waiting for rejection. 

He supposes he could make do, maybe just ask you to talk to him while he masturbates this hard-on away. Are you into that sort of thing? He supposes it’s a little exhibitionist, and he knows that’s not everyone’s cup of tea but—

You don’t seem to give a shit. You straddle his hips and look down at him. You’re still a little loopy from your orgasms but confident in your approach-confident that he wants this badly as you think he does and goddamnit if you’re not right. He ought to be responsible and ask you the slew of questions responsible people ask before they bury their cocks into nice women such as yourself. Birth control? Have you fucked anyone else and do you think they might’ve given you something? When’s your birthday? Middle name? But he doesn’t. He breathes steadily beneath you, excited and so fucking worked up he’s afraid the first heavenly push into you might be the last one if you’re not careful with him. 

He doesn’t even know if you won’t tell the paps about this. Maybe you will. Maybe the price of this will be a magazine spread featuring a bad airport photo of him and the headline “DIETER BRAVO OUT OF CONTROL: L.A. FLING TELLS ALL.” And this L.A. fling will know all, will have everything to tell. In a matter of seconds he tries to decide what kind of person you are. He softens a bit, and you notice immediately, and that fresh Hollywood self pity is back and he softens some more.  

Before you can ask if he’s okay again, he heaves a telling sigh. “Too much or not enough drugs,” is his response. It was good while it lasted. What’s the worst that can tell them now? That he eats pussy to make up for his drug induced impotence on bad days? 

You look confused, maybe even a little wounded. No, you are wounded. He squeezes your hip as if to say “You did your best” and this hurt flashes more visibly across your face. Well. 

“Coward,” you tell him. His eyebrows raise to his hairline. 

“Hm?” he answers.  

You lean down, whisper it to him. “You’re a self pitying coward. It’s not the drugs. You’re making yourself miserable.”

“Listen—“ he starts indignantly, but you shake your head. Oddly, he’s getting stiff again. This has been the most embarrassing night of his whole fucking life—and perhaps the most telling. 

You look down between your bodies, pleased. “My theory was right.”

“Please,” he groans, “no more or I’m going to kill myself for real.” 

You laugh and it’s so genuine and that he laughs too, despite himself. You might be laughing at him for all he knows but it doesn’t feel like it. He decides once and for all, looking at you, watching you, that you won’t tell about this or about anything. If you wanted to, you would’ve already. And most importantly, he simply doesn’t want to believe you could be someone like that. He isn’t a coward. Not all the time. He takes a chance on you, here, now. 

“Are you on birth control?” he asks. You nod your head. “Have you been tested lately?” You nod your head again. He smiles. “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” 

You check yes — or at least he thinks. You kiss him tenderly, more tenderly than is good for him, and you both fall back into your hurried, lust riddled motions. You take his growing hard on in your hand and guide him into you. You lean your forehead on his and let him sheath himself inside of you. He goes slowly, wincing against the warmth of you squeezing around him. It feels so fucking good—dangerously good. He forgets about the stupid movie and the bosses down stairs and all that miserable shit about ruining their rugs.  

“Do you like it when I’m mean to you?” you whisper, once he’s fully inside. He looks at you, amused, and shrugs his shoulders. 

“I don’t know. Seems like it.”

“Do you think you’d like if…If I was controlling?”

He hums against your shoulder, bringing your body closer to his. “How so?” he asks. He begins guiding your hips, lifting you gently off his cock and slowly back down. 

“Make you beg,” you say quietly. “Maybe call you names, if you want. Maybe tell you how good you are when I think you’re good.”He twitches inside of you and you smile. He smiles too. 

“Actors are so self absorbed,” he jokes.

“Your movie wasn’t bad,” you assure again, more kindly. He doesn’t respond. He kisses the place between your neck and your shoulder. You quicken the pace that you ride him in and he nods gratefully, sighing softly. His knees draw up and you reposition slightly, feeling him more deeply inside of you as you grind back down into him. 

“Do you want to cum?” you ask him. You drive your hips up, gripping onto the hands he has on your hips, making him move in your slow, teasing pace once again. He bites at his bottom lip and doesn’t respond. You stop moving. He flashes his eyes up at you, annoyed and aroused and vaguely infatuated. “Of course,” he breathes out. 

“Tell me,” you taunt back. You resist when he tries to move you back down and he groans, but you feel him twitch in you again. 

“I know you want me to fuck you too,” he counters. 

“Sure,” you nod, “But remember: I’ve already cum three times and you’ve cum none. I think I can withhold far longer than you.”

He can’t help but smirk. That’s not good enough for you. You want him far gone for you, incoherent practically. You rise off his cock completely and he lurches forward, groaning. “No!” he says. “I want to cum!” he says, pawing at you. “Please!”

You hover over his glistening cock and pout. “Didn’t seem like it,” you taunt, moving your hips over him but not touching. His lips part but no words come out. “I want it to seem like it. You’re a big boy, Bravo and you can use your words, can’t you? I hate a man who can’t use his words—who’s afraid to.” You lean down, close to his ear. “I hate a coward.” 

“I—I can use my words,” he stutters. His fingers brush against your hips. “Please, just climb back on me and keep riding me. I—I need that.”

“Tell me.” 

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I need it so bad.” 

You grab his cock, stroke it lazily. “Again,” you say. His face twists up in what could be either pleasure or pain and he says, “Please. I need it. Need you.” 

He’s as hard and desperate as he was before. You kiss him hard on the mouth and allow him to take over again, guiding you down onto him this time. He flips you over, lays you down against the ground, and drives into you. You gasp and he smiles like he’s won a prize. 

“Can I—“ he fills you to the hilt. “—is it alright if I…Can I cum in you?”

You nod your head. He looks at you and you understand he wants more than just a nod. “Yes,” you answer. 

It doesn’t take much more than that. He gathers up your legs, drives into you with one or two more inspired thrusts, and then he’s growing rigid against your body, hot spurts of his cum filling you. He exhales softly into your neck. You think he might apologize for a moment but he doesn’t. Instead he thanks you. 

“Feel better?” you ask. He nods. 

“Much,” he says. “Hell—I might really be starting to think that the movie wasn’t so bad.” When he looks at you, you can tell he’s kidding. 

“Well,” you joke back, “At least even the bad movies get you fucked, huh?”

[peterdarlingg]

I Don’t feel so good

paring: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Working all day has got you exhausted and Tom has to help take care of you.

Warnings: mentions of a bit of nausea, dizziness, a bit of angst and eating habits? Bad editing,typos probably (Let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: posting another fic? How’d that happen? Anyway this idea kinda just came to me and I made myself sit down and finish it. It’s sort of from my own personal experiences so…that’s that. Gif by @manny-jacinto I hope you enjoy and let me know how it is. 🩷

You’d just finished work and exhausted didn’t do justice to how you were feeling.

It was a Saturday but your boss had insisted on extra tasks that needed to be done and delivered on Saturday night.

So even though it was a weekend, it didn’t feel like it to you.

Tom had been out the whole day because he had plans with the boys. He had been planning it for a while because he has been so busy, but he felt horrible leaving you in the morning.

You told him that you had a lot of work to do anyway so it would be better for him to go out with his friends and have fun.

He complied but still felt guilty.

So come sunset, you were done but oh how tired you were.

Tom had called you about 30 minutes ago and told you he’s on his way home, so you guessed that he’s probably going to arrive any second now.

When Tom walked in he wasn’t expecting to see you in the kitchen, moving so slow that he was a bit concerned. You were making- or attempting to make a sandwich it looked like. But your movements looked slow and sluggish.

When you heard the apartment door close you knew it was Tom but didn’t have the energy to say hello. That’s how bad it was.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion and you couldn’t hold you head up anymore.

“Y/n hi, I’m home.” Tom said walking to you cautiously.

“Hm,” you hummed unable to form words.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked you putting a hand in your back to steady you when you swayed a bit.

“I’m okay,” your words slurring a bit.

Tom was beyond worried now. Looking at you he saw your face white as a sheet and sweat was dripping down your forehead.

Then it clicked into his mind.

“Baby have you eaten today?”

“…no,” you whispered.

“I knew it, dammit y/n” he thought.

You had a bad habit of not eating when you were stressed or simply had a lot of work to do. You just simply forgot to take care of yourself when you get this pressured.

It’s the simplest of tasks like drinking water or having breakfast that you neglected at times like these.

“Sweetheart nothing?” He asked worriedly, looking into your eyes that were dropping down.

You shook your head before mumbling “I don’t feel good,” your knees starting to give out.

Tom carried you to the couch to get you to sit down.

“It’s okay baby, we just need to get you something to eat okay, then you’ll feel much better.” He caressed the side your face before kissing your temple gently.

Just as be was leaning back to go get you some food and water you came forward and held his arm hard.

“No, don’t leave me,”’ you whined.

“I wasn’t going to love, I was just gonna get you food so you can feel better,” he explained you, intertwining your fingers with his and caressing his thumb on your knuckles before giving it a gentle kiss.

“No, don’t leave, I don’t feel good,”

“I know love, that’s why you need food right now your body needs food to have energy.”

“I’m hot,” you whispered, not hearing him as you tugged at your hoodie that you were swearing through, feeling faint.

Breathing heavily you tugged at your hoodie taking you arms out and taking it over your head then chucking it behind you somewhere.

“Love, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he held either side of your face and found you hair tie on the coffee table,taking it putting your hair up in a messy bun.

“I’ll be right back okay?” He said as he got up.

“No…” you whispered getting up shakily to get him to stay. But you swayed and almost fell over. “Y/n, Y/n,” Tom caught you and set you down on the couch,”

“No, I wanna lay down,” you told him as you pushed his hands away, putting your head on the couch pillow and closing your eyes.

“No, love, love you need to sit up,” he said trying to get you to regain a bit of consciousness.

“No, want to sleep, don’t feel good,”

Tom sighed and went jogged to the kitchen to get you some food and water quick as you were actually fainting now.

“Okay here love,” he grabbed your waist and to lift you up and supported your neck with his other hand to get you to sit up.

“Mmhmm,” you mumbled tiredly.

“I know love, I know,” he cooed.

“Here lovie, drink,” he held the water bottle to your lips to drink but you turned your head.

“Baby, you need to drink something,” he insisted.

“Uh uh,” you shook your head as much as you could. “Lovie I know you don’t feel good but it’ll help,” he encouraged.

He started to panic as you weren’t letting him help you and you were deteriorating, face pale and sweaty.

“I feel nauseous, can’t drink,”

“Baby, I know, it will go away if you drink come on,” he put the bottle to your lips again and this time you compiled, taking a sip then pulling away shaking your head.

“Come on love, few more sips,” he encouraged you.

He helped you drink again holding the water bottle to you mouth as you couldn’t move your arms that were draped next to you.

“There you go lovie, you got this,” he smiled.

He grabbed the sandwich he finished for you and held it out for you to take.

But once again you just shook your head because no way you were going to eat a sandwich feeling nauseous.

“Darling-“

“No I can’t please don’t make me,” you cried out, eyes tearing up.

Tom was quick to set the plate down and sit next to you taking you into his arms, holding you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed.

“You’re alright darling,” he kissed your hair and kept his mouth there.

Rubbing up and down your arms to calm you down. You were so out of it that you started to cry from how awful you felt.

“I’ll never not eat ever again,” you thought to yourself.

“Do you want to lay down a bit then eat?” Tom suggested.

He felt you nod against him and he pulled away before taking laying down with you on top of him cuddling you.

After a good 10 minutes of back scratches and forehead kisses, he thought he’d check in with you again.

“Hey, feeling a bit better?” He talked to you softly next to your ear.

He felt you nod against him, still not having enough energy to form words.

“You feel like you can eat now?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled tiredly.

“Okay let’s sit up okay?” He said as he sat up with you very slowly not to make you dizzy.

You were sitting on his lap, face hiding in the crook of his neck inhaling his comforting scent to calm down.

“Okay darling, here you are,” he grabbed the plate and held the sandwich to feed it to you as you still didn’t have enough energy to move he was moving you around like a rag doll really this whole time.

You carefully took a small bite of the sandwich he made, which you had to admit to yourself was good.

Chewing slowly you grabbed his wrist for another bite and he gave it to you.

“Doing amazing darling, good job,” he praised.

After about 5 to 10 minutes you finally finished the sandwich feeling much better.

“Can we just sit here for a bit? I’m still a bit dizzy,” you asked him.

“Yeah darling, course, whatever you want,” he held you and you wrapped your arms around his waist, finding comfort in his warmth.

Tom was feeling a bit better now that you were able to form a full on sentence without slurring your words together.

“We can get up now,” you said after a while.

“You feeling okay?” He asked still a bit concerned after what had just went down.

“Yeah, a little off but much better,” you answered , your voice still weak.

“I’m so sorry,Tom” you turned to him looking very apologetic and ashamed.

“Y/n, it’s okay, really,” “I was more worried than anything,”

“I know I just, it was a really bad day for me and I was so stressed that I wouldn’t be able to finish everything on time and I just forgot to eat anything really. I wasn’t hungry at all and I just forgot. I’m sorry,”

“Love don’t be sorry, we just need to work on this a bit, that’s all,” he smiled at you.

“I was a scared,” you admitted sheepishly and Toms’ heart tugged in his chest.

“I mean normally when this happens I just feel a bit dizzy but that’s it, I felt awful this time,” you quietly said.

“I know that was a bad one,” he said brows furrowed.

“But it’s alright,” he said cheerfully.

“Your okay now and that’s all that matters,”

“Just please try to work on taking care of yourself. I’ll help you as well, I’ll be there for you every step of the way until you don’t need me anymore,” he leaned in slowly and pushed his lips against yours breathing you in.

“I’ll always need you,” you whispered in between kisses.

Resting you forehead against his, you give him a chaste kiss.

“Okay,” you said excitedly.

“Now tell me all about today,” you told him cuddling into him looking up at him adoringly and kissing his jaw.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

There’s something wrong with Mr.Nanami.

Idle gossip wasn’t your thing, grading papers and preparing for tests took precedence over listening to your co-workers babble on. Even when that gossip was coming from Satoru. As much as you loved him, he had a flair for the dramatics. Especially at Mr.Nanami’s expense.

You didn’t really know anything about Mr.Nanami. He apparently graduated under Satoru. Though that made you his superior, you never felt like it. He has worked at this university far longer than you have. He taught in the same classroom everyday, every year. Students revered him and staff admired him. That made sense, Mr.Nanami was very admirable.

Yet you couldn’t shake that feeling. The way he always wore tailored suits even in the hottest summers. He arrived before sunrise at exactly 6am and left before sunset at 5:30pm. His car windows were tinted and so were his glasses (admittedly so was Satoru’s but, he was Satoru. This is Mr.Nanami).

Satoru and the staff weren’t the only ones with stories. There wasn’t a student on campus that didn’t have some sort of theory about Mr.Nanami. Some said he has a secret family he’s keeping hidden. Others think a student is one of his kids. Some say Mr.Nanami and Satoru are exes. Others say Mr.Nanami is planning on killing Satoru.

Out of all the theories that seemed the most true. Some said he's an ex-crime lord. One girl even said he’s a monster. You would roll your eyes at the notion. Even university students could still be this immature. The census remained though. Something was off about him in a way one cannot place right.

No matter what you thought about it now when there was work to be done. You stood up from your desk cracking your back in the process. The pitter-patter of the rain softly filled the empty classroom. It seemed the rain dismissed the extra help session for you. If the students are gone, you should. Your work had been done hours ago anyway. Gathering yourself you headed for the teachers lounge to sort your documents. The building was eerily quiet. “Was I the only extra help that stayed this late?” You thought. Darker clouds rolled in, casting the hallway in shadows.

As you approached the room you could hear muffled voices. Two voices. “Ah, what’s the magic word?”

That was definitely Satoru. You felt a weight lift off your chest. Of course it’s Satoru. He would be here probably teasing Utahime and inadvertently scaring you. You sighed in relief going for the doorknob when another voice spoke.

“Dammit Gojo I’ll drain you right now!”

That’s a man’s voice…that’s Mr.Nanami’s voice. He sounds so angry. Is Satoru annoying him?

“I’m helping you Nanamin,” Satoru cooed. “You could at least be a little nicer to me.”

You kneeled down to get a better look in the room. The book cart blocked their view of the door but you could make out their head and shoulders from between the slats. You knew Mr.Nanami had dark brown eyes, you had seen so in Satoru’s highschool pictures, yet now they looked bright. Almost like they were glowing. You could see his expression change from annoyance to anger. His glare could kill and Satoru was definitely the target. His voice was laced with venom, “Please give me your arm Gojo.”

Satoru cheerily obliged. Mr.Nanami grabbed his arm and brought it up to his mouth. Gojo let out a pained groan, “Take it easy Nanamin.”

Mr.Nanami seemed to ignore this and you watched him gulp down blood from Satoru’s arm. You sat there frozen in fear, in an awkward squat in the middle of the hallway. His glowing eyes opened again and glanced in your direction. He released himself from Gojo’s arm. He flicked his tongue over his bloody fangs and red lips, never once averting his gaze.

“Jeez at least say thank you or buy me a meal.” Satoru whined. He licked the rest of the blood off his arm, his own fangs poking out. “You’re not even listening.”

Nanami’s eyes finally left your direction and quickly huddled back against the wall. Your heart was racing. Any louder the two would hear it, hell they probably can! They could be walking over right now- just on the other side of that door. A loud crack of lightning shocked some life back into you as you grabbed your bag and ran for the building’s back door. Not stopping until you made it all the way to the parking lot and into your car. You somehow didn’t get caught for speeding. It was hard sleeping that night. And that weekend. By Monday morning you were still slightly erratic but holding yourself together pretty well. Since you didn’t drop the files off, you headed straight for your class.

“Good Morning (L/N).”

You stopped dead in your tracks, terrified to look at him. It felt like the world stopped and everyone disappeared. That same unnerving feeling came back. He stood leaned against the doorframe, dressed in his typical tailored suit and combed back hair. Today though, his glasses hung low on his nose letting you look directly in his eyes. Those brown eyes that haunted you over the last few days.

“G-Good Morning, Mr.Nanami.” You put on your nicest smile and tried to sound cheerful.

He gave a “hmm” of approval and turned back to his classroom. You let out a breath and walked, much faster, to your classroom. Fingers shaking as you struggled to unlock the door. The key banged against the lock and fell which somehow scared you even more. Less than 3 hours into your morning and you already want to go home.

“Wow you look awful.” Satoru bent down to pick up your keys. You took them from his hands and hurriedly unlocked the door.

“It’s been a rough weekend for me.” You replied.

“Ooh~” He teased “Hot date? Did you see something cool?”

“No, nothing like that Satoru,” You groaned, easing into the chair.

“Or,” He grabbed the armrest and spun your chair around. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see?” He leaned over the desk, obstructing your view from anyone who walked past your door. His tone was condescending low.

“N-No-”

“N-N-N-N-No?” He mocked in a sweet voice. “Don’t worry (Y/N), I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He gave a toothy smile and waved off to his classroom. You sat in stunned silence, staring at the door. You were almost expecting Mr.Nanami to walk in but that didn’t matter now. The rumors were true, something was wrong with Mr.Nanami. You knew what it was.

And he knew that you knew as well.

[arsoooooonmun]

The Last Time.

An Abby Anderson "The Last Time" by Taylor Swift inspired one-shot AU

Reader is in her mid 20's, but this doesn't have any mature scenes.

Avoided the use of Y/N.

Abby might be OOC in some dialouges.

There are no specific features of the reader because this is just pure angst. :))

hehe grammar might not be oh-so-good bear with me plz 😘🤞

enjoy . (i cried while writing this)

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi! I know I just ghosted the very first work of mine (SHOT), but I had a huge reason for it: I am busy. (I actually got lazy and was mentally unready for the amount of notes that the social media au I posted got. I also was burned out from those types of au, so.... have this. A one-shot.)

Abby didn't notice it at first. She thought it was all normal. Burn-outs are normal in a relationship, aren't they?

Sure, the relationship was rocky at first because Abby told you in the first place that she wasn't ready for commitment, but she told you, "I'll do my best for you."

Now, you just feel like gaslighting your way out of this place because you are so suffocated in the room that was once a home for you, but now, you wish nothing but to leave.

She never told you that within that phrase, you had to sacrifice yourself too.

Three years had passed ever since you two were official. The first two years were fun, laughing while looking at the sunset — staring at her freckles when she smiled so hard while talking about your memories together.

And now they're all going just to be memories.

It's a Friday night, and Abby was supposed to be free. Abby was a neurosurgeon, and yes, the work is hard, but aren't you working hard too while also making the time for her?

And god forbid, but you hoped she didn't forget that it's your fourth year together. You wished that she didn't forget your anniversary again.

You called her and texted her again and again, but nothing. Three hours and it's now 2am, your anniversary has now passed.

Your tears were flowing and clenched hard on your shirt. It was a simple request, you decorated the whole place, and you asked her to come home early since she is off at work at 9 pm.

You weren't that hard to please, a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates — heck even a simple letter will make you understand her.

Still nothing.

And now Abby just opened the door.

Looking at her walk, she was drunk.

She forgot it again.

Abby didn't even notice you sitting on the couch.

"Oh, I don't know you are still awake." Abby told you once she noticed you. Your hurt crushed with the thought that she didn't even tell you why she was late and drunk.

"Abby, do you even know what time it is?" With all your remaining patience and love, you hid your disappointment and tried to understand.

"Sorry, me and my workmates decided to drink. It's just a fun refreshment." Abby looked around and noticed the balloons scattered on the floor.

"Why are there balloons? Did anyone even think of cleaning up? Were your friends here?"

Your eyes widen and tears started streaming down your face again.

"It's our fucking anniversary, Anderson." Your words were filled with anger. It was heart-wrenching, you wanted to puke right then and there, is Abby even your girlfriend anymore?

Does she even love you anymore?

It seems like cold water has washed over Abby, and she looked at you with wide eyes.

"Oh my god, I am sorry, darling —" You cut her off before she had the chance to continue her apology with the same reasons again.

You sighed loud enough and looked down. "I am done, Abby."

"I am done with us. Let's break up."

Abby's face froze all over, you couldn't see it and you shouldn't because you know deep inside you'll take your words back but then, you'll hurt yourself all over again.

And you were honestly tired.

"I can't bear the thought that you can just say sorry and then hurt me all over again. God fucking dammit Abby, this isn't even the first time you forgot an occasion about us. You fucking forgot my birthday last year and this year. And you know what? I forgave you because you were working that day. But do you also know that all of your birthdays were as special as mine for me? I took a day off to celebrate your birthday on that place you wished so badly to visit, and you remember what you did? You fucking yelled at me telling me you can't just take a day out of your work and even scolded me for using MY money. MY hard work earned money to make YOU happy." You cried your heart out, and the tone of your voice was filled with pure anger.

"You told me you never asked for that much, then what do you think what love is?" Your voice cracked and you clenched your fists.

"Do you even know how painful it was that you can never love me the same way as I love you, but have you even thought of doing something for me?" Abby's hands were now shaking, thinking what to do.

She never saw you this way. Abby never wished to see you and hurt you this way.

But she did, and she knew nothing could ever fix this, and that slapped her into the reality that she never deserved the love that you gave her.

The warm hugs that washed all her problems away, and your smiles that made her think of what life was all about.

Abby will lose it — she lost it the moment she entered the room without thinking of how important you were to her.

An apology will never fix this.

All that can fix this is letting you decide what will happen between you two. Abby knew she'll be left alone in this cold apartment you both called home before.

Frustration and guilt filled Abby's body. She lost you, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know which move to take while you were in front of her, you were not even looking at her way and waiting for her response.

Does Abby even deserve to tear up? Knowing she was the reason why the both of you are in this situation right now. Why did she lose the person that she needed the most?

How can she ever live with this memory of you crying because of her? And losing herself and you in the process?

"I—" You couldn't look at Abby, who finally spoke. Abby immediately clenched her hands on her chest, and tears were pouring all over her freckles and cheeks that you once kissed.

"Is that.. is that what you want?" You swallowed, and it finally kicked in that this was real. Abby is in front of you and was asking if breaking up was what you wanted. "Is that what you need?" Your heart crushed even more, thinking that Abby was probably loathing herself from the thought that you needed to go away from her to heal.

But it is — it is what you need.

"Yes." One word, one word that once made you and Abby smile. That one word that made you both official is also the reason why the formed sweet memories turned them into dust.

Abby felt her whole world collapsing. You don't need her anymore. She can't watch you while having fun, running towards the sun while on the beach, singing songs wholeheartedly on a random roadtrip, and she could never kiss those lips of yours that made her feel special.

She can't ask for your hand, can't hold you close, and can never make you love her all over again.

Nothing can reach the pain that is creeping inside both of your hearts.

"Okay." That was all Abby could say despite all of the words that were running on her mind.

"If that's what you want — what you need. Then, I'll give it." You felt so weak, so vulnerable, and Abby knew you hated that.

"I know my apologies wouldn't ever fix the pain I gave you. Your courage of telling me that was enough to make me think of how long you were enduring this." Abby sighed deep and was stopping herself from kneeling, begging you to come back because she knew you won't be able to hold back from holding her no matter how painful it was for you.

She never had the chance to take back whatever she had done, never able to make you feel the way you made her feel, and that is what will ghost her for the rest of her life reminiscing you.

"I love you. I really do, and I am sorry I wasn't able to show it because of how stubborn I was thinking you would understand with all of my work, and you did. And I fucking wish you didn't."

"You sacrificed a lot of things for me, and I — I can't even remember to celebrate your birthday and our anniversary." You finally looked at Abby, and she was crying. She was shaking her head, and you saw her trying her best to let out all of her frustrations.

"You deserve better. It sucks because it's true, and I wasn't able to be the best for you because all I thought was me. I was selfish. You weren't, and god, I hope someone will love you — " Abby was hating herself with the thought of someone loving you better than she ever did. All she hoped before was to be someone you can rely yourself to and now she is hoping you will never meet someone like her again.

"I hope that someday, someone will love you how you deserved to be love because that was what you did to me, and it hurts that I never made you feel that way." You sat down the couch, processing all of her words, and you cried. You both cried hard — knowing that she was right.

"I am so glad that I met you and to show how much I love you,"

Abby looked into your eyes.

"You can let go of us now."

[geraltyen-of-corvobianco]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ᴰᵃʸ ²⁰²⁴ 💕] (Expand to read the entire story)

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It all started as a gentle cruise down the little stream,

A book in his hands, the Witcher reads.

'Twas just a simple fairytale, the usual action and love,

But his Sorceress beside him sat engrossed, her eyes filled with mirth.

But underlying that mirth is a hint of excitement, glistening with wonder,

And the Witcher is left to speculate, what would happen if he intentionally makes a blunder.

No doubt the excitement would intensify,

Sexual desires, fervent passion and much more,

But wouldn't that be too early, he wondered, as he glared at the still-blue sky,

If only it were night, so he could open the door.

"Door?" the sorceress purred in his mind.

Oh dammit! It's too early!

The sorceress leaned closer, a subtle smirk on her lips - she's certainly putting him in a bind!

Fingers quivering, the book at risk of falling into the river -

The setting sun unexpectedly saved it, as the Witcher, with his deft hands,

Made a swift turn and flicked the book onto the deck, while at the same time gently, lovingly, pulled the sorceress onto his chest.

How had the setting sun save the book you ask?

Well...

"Well played, Witcher. Well played."

"Hmm, what do you mean?" the Witcher said, feigning innocence.

"Sunsets are always so gorgeous, aren't they?" Yen replied, deciding to spare her adorable Witcher.

"Forever radiant and gorgeous, just like the lady beside me."

"Oh stop it, you."

.

.

The sky inevitably darkened, and as the stars come out to play,

Dinner was served, with the candlelight as their only sunray...

.

.

"Please tell me you didn't make everything yourself." Yen teased.

"Oh, but what if I did?" Geralt said, pretending to be hurt.

Yennefer chuckled with amusement, her violet eyes glistening in the moonlight. At that moment, all Geralt could think about was how gorgeous she looked. What else does he think about except that; but yes - she's so beautiful.

Yennefer put a hand out and stroked his face, her amused eyes gradually softening to one of gratitude. No words or explanation were needed. It was a jest; they both knew it. And they both know if he were the real chef, Yen would still eat it all. With lots of teasing and jesting about how badly he cooked but, she will never reject him. She will never hurt him.

Later, before they reached their destination, they toasted for their love. And happiness. Because what is love without happiness?

. . The boat finally rocked to a stop,

And without warning, the sorceress leaped!

Clothes begone and goblets overturned,

The Witcher was flabbergasted,

As he sat amidst overturned plates, crashes and messes.

He heard her delirious, playful laughter,

Taunting him relentlessly to chase her faster.

He leaped to the pier after, obliging her wishes,

And tried to catch her, but dammit, he misses!

"Oh Witcher, Witcher, why are your clothes still on?"

So this was what it's about was it?!

"Of course it is, what else do you think it was?"

Of course it had to end that way.

"Of course, of course. Now come here Witcher...come closer to me..."

The sorceress let herself be caught, cornered between a Witcher and a tree,

The Witcher smirked, and let his clothes be dropped,

Then he held her close, lest she flees,

And they made love under the moonlight this valentines' day,

Deeply, fervently, blissfully - to the extent that no words can ever convey...💜

~

Thank you for reading till the end! Happy Valentine's Day 🥰💜

P.S.

Also, here's an aesthetic shot of the boat painstakingly made just for the background/setting of this post :')

[byrdtrolls]

Three Things Rollyn Firlyn Does Not Remember

(teehee, if you want to read the drabble preceding this one, it is here)

Two months into their relationship, Rollyn Firlyn and Sunset Blinks are on a video call in Rollyn’s seemingly endless closet. She holds up a dress so he can see in the camera. 

“Yay or nay” She says. 

“Hmm” He thinks. “Maybe if you swap back to the other bodysuit with it?” He says. 

“It’s coldddd” She complains. “I’m not wearing that.” 

“Not the sleeveless one” he corrects. “The one with the sequins.” 

“Oh” She says, going back to look for the offending bodysuit, and accidentally knocking over her phone. 

“Ow- dammit” She curses, picking it up. 

“Did you drop me?” Sunset jokes. “I broke all my bones.” 

“Sunset, why can’t you just BE here” She voices, gesturing frustratedly. 

“I have work,” he says. 

“This party is kind of important to me” She sighs. 

“So is my work” He replies. 

“Yeah yeah, I know.” She complains. “But we’re doing something important here, the fundraisers for a really good cause” 

“I know” he sighs, “And I am so proud of you, and I wish I could be there, but I can’t. I told you, I would-” 

“Yeah, I heard your whole stupid monologue” She complains. “‘I will compromise with you on every single front but one’” She quotes her lover, in a mockery of Sunset’s voice. Sunset is silent for a long moment, and the quiet goes on so long even the video call cannot disguise the hurt in his eyes. 

“Don’t look like a kicked puppy” She pleads. “Our second date, you told me you were always going to put your mafia bullshit above all else '' She says, stepping out of the view to change her clothes. “Do you not hear how you sound?” She says, dejected. “You’re difficult to understand, Sunset. You are so loving and reasonable so much of the time, but. So obsessed with whatever stupid highblood criminal powergrab that constantly occupies your waking mind. You walk and talk like you’re so much better than that. And I wish you could be.” She rambles, hurt. She is well used to being disappointed by highbloods, and she does not think him any different. 

“That’s- not what’s happening here” He says, finally. “I’m not looking for power.” He says. 

“Are you?” She retorts. “Or do you just have a more convenient excuse than other clowns?” 

“Rollyn,” He pleads. 

“Prove me wrong,” She says. “Prove me wrong, Sunset, I beg of you. You’re better than this.” 

She is once again answered by silence. 

“Well?” She insists. 

“I can’t tell you why,” He says. “But you have deeply misunderstood the situation.” 

“Why can’t you tell me!” She snaps. “I tell you everything Sunset! I’m an open book! I put so much trust in you! You won’t put any in me?” She says, frustrated, pulling on her dress. 

“Rollyn, I…” He starts but can’t finish. 

“I took a leap of faith,” She says. “I took the leap of faith, as a mutant, into the arms of a rich highblood in a gang. I hoped so much you would prove my assumptions wrong.” 

“Can we wait?” He says, “To have this conversation in person?” 

“No,” She says. 

“On another night?” he tries. 

“No.” She retorts. 

“In a few hours?” He says quietly.

“It can’t wait” She huffs. 

“If I told you” He says carefully. “You’d understand.” 

“Then TELL ME!” She says, holding the phone close. 

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. 

“You can always wipe my memory if it goes wrong” She jokes, bitterly. 

“I would never do that to you unless you asked,” He says. “I promise.” 

“What are you afraid of?” She says. 

“A lot of things” he says, trying to dig up the words to explain, trying to drag a well kept secret out of an iron box. He had buried this so deep for his safety. It’s easy to say. It should be easy to say. Throw a couple words in a sentence, Sunset, you can do it. 

“I…” He starts. “You know my tattoos, on my chest?” He says. 

“The lines, and the arms?” She says, confused. 

“I got them to cover up surgical scars.” He admits. “I- was born a mutant. I had an extra pair of arms and pectorals, until a sweep ago, when I got them removed” He says. “So I could infiltrate the mafia, and take it down from the inside. I wiped the memory of how I used to be from everyone's mind. I- was not treated well… growing up on the streets, as a mutant. I was in a circus. I had a lot of hard jobs. It’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. It’s not just, stupid power bullshit, I promise. When I say ‘I get it’ I mean it, I really mean it Rollyn I do. But if I let my guard down about this Mafia thing for a second- if I missed a single spot in erasing everything I could of my past- I could be in real danger.” 

And now it is Rollyns turn to stand there in stunned silence, trying to process what she’s just heard. 

“You’re serious?” She says, running her hand through her hair.

“Yes, and I have proof if you need it- but also Rollyn- you just did that” He says, as she messes up the hair she had just spent a while styling. “Don’t touch it, you have the party, remember? I’m sorry. This was probably a bad time for this conversation. But in my defense, I tried to tell you that.” 

Rollyn’s wings droop a little, shamefully. 

“I’m sorry-” She says. “I didn’t think- I. Shit. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” He says. “I would have done the same in your situation.” 

“Shit” The supermodel says, her wings fluttering nervously as she tries to fix her hair. “Go to work! If you have to. Hang up. Stay safe. I love you.” She stutters. “I’m sorry” 

“I love you too,” He says. “It’s okay- I’m gonna be okay.” He reassures. “Look at me Rollyn. You’re gonna nail it” He says. 

“Yeah?” She replies. 

“Yeah. Goodbye” He says. “I love you” He repeats, and hangs up the phone. 

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“Really” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No fancy restaurant?” 

“Aren’t you drowning in suitors who would treat you to fancy restaurants?” He teases. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m tired of it” She says, squeezing his hand, glancing down the street they’re walking down with trepidation. It feels so civilian, so exposed. Fears for her own safety turn restlessly in her pan, the mutant’s wings held close to their body.

He seems to pick up on the tension in her stance, giving Rollyn’s hand a squeeze. 

“You’re safe” he says, leaning over to kiss the woman’s forehead. “I promise.” And its a mark of the trust that had continued to grow between them since his confession, that Rollyn believes him. 

“I don’t think I’ve walked” She says, “More than like, a couple blocks, in ages” 

“Aren’t you glad I made you change out of those heels?” He jokes, and she shoulder checks him. 

“You have Rollyn Firlyn on your doorstep” She says. “I came all the way across town to see you- trolls would kill to take your place- and you took me grocery shopping?”

“I told you” He grins. “I have errands today. You can come over but we’re not doing anything fancy” He says, stepping into the laundromat.

“Sunset,” She says. “Aren't we both rich?” She continues. “I appreciate your down to alternia attitude but you can’t expect me to believe you can’t pay someone to do your laundry.” 

“You are just as beautiful to me in a laundromat,” He says. “As you are on the red carpet.” 

She crosses her arms. 

“This is just starting to feel like some kind of strange performance art” They say, “To domesticate me. Or prove I’m stuck up. Which is rich coming from you.” 

“I would be here” he says, “Whether you came over or not. I said I have errands tonight, and I meant it.” 

“You own over ten casinos” She says, Sunsets power in the mafia having grown exponentially since that fateful night Nycisn entrusted him with the pier. “And none of them have a laundry machine?” 

“That hard to believe I just like doing laundry?”He says, the tiniest bit of his tongue sticking out as it was prone to do. “You know- recreationally.”

“Who does laundry recreationally?” She teases. “That’s like taking aspirin for the thrill. Yes, darling, I find that hard to believe.” 

The man behind the laundromat counter is glancing at the couple in disbelief, as if he cannot believe a supermodel is just standing in his dime a dozen shop as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

“‘’xcuse me, m’am,” he says, “Are you the lady from that skincare commercial?” 

She turns, flashing him a smile, maybe relishing a bit in his surprise. 

“The one and only” She says. 

“Gosh” He says, sheepishly. “You’d think you’d have maids doing your laundry.” 

The woman lets out a loud bark of a laugh. 

“Ha! You’d think” She says, making eyes at her kismesis. 

“I brought her here” Sunset replies, rolling his eyes in answer, the ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Hey,” Says Rasley, the laundromat operator. “Are you famous too? You look familiar.” He says. 

“Only in some circles,” Sunset replies, looking away, rubbing his arm. 

“Don’t be so ominous,” Rollyn says, glancing between the two of them, trying to figure out what’s happening here. The machine finishes, and Sunset pulls his clothes from it. 

“Dunno what that’s s’pposed to mean” Rasley shrugs. “But I swear I’ve seen you before.” 

“I’ve come here before,” Sunset admits. “Sans Rollyn. To do laundry.” 

“Yeah, he’s a real laundry head,” Rollyn jokes. “Laundries recreationally.” 

“Never heard of somebody doin’ that before” Rasley says, fascinated. 

“I invented it” Sunset says, taking Rollyn’s hand in the one not currently holding his bag. “See you around” He promises, flashing a smile, before turning to exit. 

“Wait,” Rasley says, “I never got your name” He mutters, but the purpleblood does not answer. 

Rollyn walks in silence for a moment, before turning back to him. 

“So what was all that?” She says. 

“Hmm?” he replies, swinging the hand she’s holding. 

“You and the laundromat guy! What’s the deal” She teases. 

“There is no deal,” Sunset says. 

“You have a crush on him” She guesses, grinning, thinking she has it all figured out. “That’s why you do your laundry there!” 

Sunset's hand goes to his face. 

“AH!” Rollyn squeals girlishly, believing she’s hit the money. “Are you flustered? That’s so cute,"she says, charmed. 

“I do not,” Sunset says. 

“Yeah right” Rollyn grins, glancing back at the shop. “Big old country guy. He is cute, "she teases. “Want me to play wingwan???? I’m very good at it, "she says, flapping her wings jokingly. 

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Three months later, Rollyn lovingly dabs a small, stitched up wound on her kismesis’s shoulder. 

“Should we change the bandage color to match the dress” Sunset jokes. 

“Sunset!” Rollyn chides. 

“What! I want you to look good” He smiles, sticking out his tongue. 

“I don’t think they make medical gauze in different colors.” She dismisses. 

“They should,” He says. “For the stylishly injured” He jokes, wincing as she wraps the wound. 

“I just-” She sighs. “Sometimes disturbs me how flippant you are about this sort of thing.” 

“Babe,” he says. “It’s a couple inch wound. Barely five stitches.” 

“You got stabbed,” She says. 

“On the arm” he retorts. 

“I worry about you” She says, her brows furrowed as she seals the wrapping with medical tape. 

“I’m fine,” He says. “Sometimes you’ve got to lose a little to win a little,” He says. 

“Oh, so getting stabbed was part of the plan? That’s not better, "she sighs. 

“Gimme a month, I’ll be good as new” He says. “I’m sure no one at the premiere will even notice.” 

Rollyn looks over her work once, twice, and then sighs. 

“What is the plan, Sunset?” They say. 

“For… the premiere?” He says. “I dunno, I figured we’d smooze around enough for the press to get photos, and then dip and go get sushi or something.” 

“Not for the premiere,” She says. “I mean. The plan plan. The mother of all plans. The, I’m going to infiltrate the mafia and take it down from the inside plan," she says. 

“You’re really good at asking easy questions,” He says. “Right before parties.” 

“Sorry,” She says. “I know it’s- sensitive information. And can’t go into the wrong hands. And all I ever get to hear about it is vague asides and talk about Kokoro faking his death and Midas’s mirror demon and all the nonsense. But, can you just tell me one thing?” She says. 

He is silent for a moment. 

“Depends what thing” he says. 

“You know I love you, Sunset?” She says. “You mean the universe to me. I could live a thousand lifetimes and I’d want to fall in love with you everytime.” She says. “Can you promise me one thing?” 

“No fair” He jokes, his left arm gently touching his left arm in trepidation. “You can’t lead with that. What thing?” 

“Promise me,” She says. “You don’t lose more than you win on this one. Promise me- at the end of all of this- When, if, Midas dies- you’ll be okay.” She says. “Can you promise me you’ll be fine?” 

He does not meet her gaze. 

“There are a lot of variables at play here” He says, an answer that sounds as weak and pedantic in his mouth as it did in his head. 

“It’s your plan.” She says, reaching over and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Can’t you pick where it ends?” 

“There is always an element of risk,” He sighs. “That is out of my control.” 

“Promise me,” She says. “That sacrificing yourself somehow is not part of the plan.” 

“I…” he trails off. “There's no way to do this without risk.” He repeats himself, lamely. 

“Promise me” She pleads. “You got stabbed, Sunset! You were lucky to get away with five stitches and you’re laughing like it's nothing!” They say, their voice cracking. “It hurts,” She says. “To see you care about yourself so little. Do you have any idea, how many sleepless days I’ve had, wondering if you’re out there getting shot or killed or discovered- promise me there's a light at the end of it all, promise me you’ll be okay” She pleads, covering her face. 

Sunset is silent for a moment, before sitting down, staring at the wall, and then back at her, and then back at the wall. 

“I can’t promise you that” He says. 

Rollyn struggles to ease her breathing. 

“You are in” She says. “Over your head.” 

“No, I’m not.” He says. “I know what I’m-” 

“It’s not too late to back out, Sunset!” She pleads. “Whatever he did to you. It’s not too late to change your mind and run”

He stares at her, unable to answer. 

“It is too late,” Sunset says, finally. 

“We could go to Gihyun,” Rollyn says. “We could ask her for help” 

“Rollyn,” He pleads. 

“We could run away together” She begs. “Take the biggest pile of mafia money they have- and run. Find a new city. Find a new life.” 

“I can't,” he says. 

“Why not!” 

“Tes Roven is my home,” He says. “I promised someone. I would see this through to the end. I would go down fighting.” 

“I don’t want to lose you” Rollyn chokes. Finally losing her battle to not cry. “This isn't fair.” She says. “You can’t make me care about you so much, and then care about yourself so little.” She sobs, “I know you have a friend who died” She says. 

Sunset freezes, suddenly, like a deer in the headlights, never having deliberately shared that information with her. 

She sighs. “That night you sent me your old private instagram post, to make fun of how you used to do your hair” She says, wiping her face. “I looked at the other photos on it. It’s full of photos of you and a girl. And then she just stops showing up in the photos. I noticed it was the same girl you have a picture of in your wallet. You’re not the only one who can play detective” She says. 

He is still staring at the wall, as if barely hearing what she’s saying at all. 

“Whoever she was. Is this really what she would have wanted?” She pleads. 

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about” He warns, softly, gently. 

“You’re alive,” Rollyn says. “I’m alive. Can’t we both just be alive and in love and be fine, Sunset. I know you’re hurt. I’m sure she meant the world to you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I can’t keep watching you put yourself in danger.” 

He does not answer. 

“We could run,” She says, taking his hand. “We could both run.” 

“I can't,” he says. She knew he would say it. She keeps asking questions she already knows the answers too. She wanted so badly to believe she was wrong. 

“I can’t watch you get yourself killed” She says. 

“Then don’t” He says, and flinches as he hears the bitterness in his own voice. “I love you” he corrects. “But I said on our second date, and I meant it. I will compromise on every front. Every front. But one.” 

Rollyn stands up, wiping her face again, getting makeup on her hands. She fishes through a drawer in her closet for a cigarette, and lights it, like a woman about to dig her own grave. 

“You shouldn’t” Sunset says softly to his asthmatic kismesis. 

“Fuck you” she says, and inhales shakily. “You remember that first fight we had? Three months ago? On a phone call in this closet?” She says, sitting down in front of him. 

“Yeah?” He says, carefully. 

“When you told me you were a mutant for the first time” She says, wiping at her ruined mascara. She looks him dead in the eyes. 

“Wipe my memory of you” She orders. “Back to then” 

“What?” He stutters. 

“You said you wouldn’t do it unless I asked. Well I’m asking.” She says. 

“Rollyn,” he pleads. 

“I could not stand,” She says, her voice trembling. “To love you, and then lose you, Sunset Blinks.” She says, her voice layered over with rage and care and hurt and despair. “So make it so I never loved you at all. Back when you were an ordinary purpleblood, and this was a silly fling. Give us some silly reason to break up.” 

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. His shoulders sinking. 

“Okay” he says gently, taking her hands in his. “Are you sure there's nothing you want to keep?” He says. And she exhales, closing her eyes. 

“Remember that day we went to the aquarium?” She says, the ghost of a smile on her face. 

“Yeah?” He says, trying to keep steady. 

“And they had the wading pool with the stingrays, and-” She makes a noise half sob, half laugh. “And you walked right up to the edge- and one of them splashed you? Soaked your whole outfit.” She grins, and then it fades. She could list more things. She could list a thousand things. But she must not start now or she won't be able to stop. Or she’ll want to keep it all. 

He touches a hand to cup the side of her face, looking at Rollyn like he always does. Like she were a waterfall, or an open sky, or a range of mountains turning blue and purple as it fades into the horizon- like she is unfathomably beautiful and just out of reach. 

“I guess I could keep that” She sighs, leaning into his touch. 

“Okay” He says, his gaze lighting up a gentle, purple glow. “Open your eyes” 

She pauses, just a second.

“I love you,” She says, opening them.

“I love you too,” He says, “And I’m sorry”

[clavissionary-position]

Clavis x Emma The Rose From Bed to Bouquet

tags: fluff, slight angst, some suggestive content

Clavis

I'd let Emma take me anywhere. I tell Cyran, Jin, hell, I even tell Chev, that I'm waiting for her to whisk me away. What man doesn't want to get lost in chaos and adventure with the love of his life? I don't just love her legs because of how soft and pretty and infinitely comfortable they are. She walked to me on those legs, and one day, I hope, she'll walk away with me. Somewhere far, farther than far. There's so much of the world I haven't seen, the world and its beautiful people and their beautiful lives. I want to show her and I want her to show me.

Surprise me. Don't let me see it coming. That'll be hard, but not impossible. I know and she knows that sometimes I can be... a little...

Anyway, I've already started packing. Revealing skirts, portable cooking set, shovels, med-kit, sewing-kit, a kit for making new kits, special toys. Cyran asks me if I have any self-awareness. He's already gotten bored and left the room by the time I think to answer what I assumed was a rhetorical question.

He's not wrong; is this supposed to be my surprise trip or Emma's? I deflate a little and plop down inside an empty lavender luggage like an oversized clown. I know what the problem is, but actually thinking on it stings as if I were pressing on an open wound. Not a big wound or anything, of course. Or it's that one wound again. The fear that...

Anyway, I'm almost done packing. Emma need not concern herself with this portion of our future someday trip. I am forever at her service, because she's passed every single test so far.

Emma

I can't help but feel my stomach drop a little when I accidentally come upon the small mountain of packed trunks and chests. Dammit, Clavis. Here I'd been, dreaming up plans for a wild, truly crazy adventure, something that would suit my wild and crazy lover. I was going to surprise him with it soon. I'd spent far too many afternoons giggling to myself as I imagined his face going blank and then blossoming into that sweet, beautiful smile that I loved. I hadn't told anyone else. I hadn't left any clues. It was all still in my head, so how did he-

I see a pair of familiar blue boots sticking out of an open trunk. Then I'm standing over him, looking down at him, wondering how he fell asleep contorted like this. Well, it's not that I don't know the answer. My troublesome king still doesn't let on how hard he works himself. I can only imagine all the extra load he took on just to have time to put this mountain of supplies together. I have to laugh, honestly, bitterly. You'd think he was preparing for the end of the world with half the stuff he has in here.

"Mm...a?" A warm hand latches around my thigh.

I flick him lightly on the forehead.

"Ow... don't do what Chev does...!"

I crouch in front of the trunk, reaching inside to loosen his cravat. His skin is reddish-pink where the fabric rubbed him while he slept. The white of his shirt collar is steeped in the sunset coming in from the round porthole to our right. He'd look like a doll shoved into a drawer if he wasn't so animated. His hand keeps finding my leg, my knee now, but the touch feels strangely innocent and vulnerable.

"I guess the secret's out," I say with a sigh that comes out heavier than I'd intended and yet lighter than what I feel. "How did you know?"

Clavis chuckles, still drowsy. "How could I not? After all, I am..." His brows furrow. "Wait, know what? What secret?"

I stare at him. He stares at me. Five or six seconds go by.

"About..." I venture carefully. I don't know why he would lie about this. "About... the trip I was... planning for us...?

Clavis' lashes catch the last bit of sun as he gives an exaggerated blink. "No... I was not aware that..."

I don't know how he finds room for both of us in this trunk, but he does. Two dolls in a sudden, wild and crazy embrace.

--- Thank you for reading! Inspo was Tom Sweterlitsch's writing style ^^

[invisibleraven]

For the Fluff + Angst prompts:

8. "Wake up dammit!" (for Willex pls, if that's okay)

Alex blinked open his bleary eyes and smiled to himself as he noticed Willie slumbering beside him. Not that he thought he would up and leave Alex in the middle of the night, but it was still a relief.

They had snuck out the night before, after another fight with his parents about all the young ladies he should be spending time with instead of playing with the band or watching Willie skate. How maybe the Christian camp that healed people like him might be a good idea for his summer.

Never mind that he was legally an adult and they couldn't force him. Nor that Sunset Curve had a tour booked throughout California come July, ending with their Orpheum showcase.

Either way, he had texted WIllie, slipped out his window and the two of them took off. Finding a club that took their shitty fakes to dance the night away. They didn't even drink, but it was worth it to sneak in so they could dance together without getting the stink eye for being two men.

After that Willie took them to a little outcropping looking over downtown-his secret spot that he went to when his foster dad was getting on his case about giving up the skating to work at his club. Or applying his art skills to more than graffiti and designing boards.

They might have fooled around a little-a thrill even though they were alone for miles, they were still outside. But Alex had loved it, letting himself give himself over to a bit of wild and crazy.

Afterwards they had mapped the stars, and apparently, fell asleep.

Which would be fine if Alex's parents didn't do bed checks at five in the goddamn morning-an hour soon approaching if the lightening of the sky was anything to go by. Also confirmed by his watch as the hands turned closer and closer to the hour. Meaning Alex had to get home and get home now!

He shook WIllie frantically. "Wake up dammit!"

Willie shot up, eyes flitting from side to side, finally settling on Alex and gave him an easy going smile that melted away to concern when he could see the anxiety painting Alex's features. He then took in the oncoming sunrise and swore. "Fuck, we fell asleep."

"Yup, and if I am not in my bed by the time five hits my parents may murder me!" Alex exclaimed, looking about to make sure they had everything. Secure they did, they raced down the hill, jumping on their bikes and pedalling like crazy.

The wind whipped through their hair as they biked through the relatively empty streets, heading towards the Mercer house as the time clicked closer and closer to five.

Alex could barely breathe as his legs pumped overtime. But he wasn't sure how much of that was his anxiety ramping up and how much of it was how hard he was working to make his bike go as fast as humanly possible. He glanced at his watch, hissing as it ticked over to 4:58 as his house came into sight.

He tossed his bike into the shed, climbing his trellis, and looked down to where Willie was watching. "See you later?"

Willie nodded, then waved him onwards, tapping his watch. Alex blew him a kiss-fuck the time.

He rolled into his window, and under his covers just as the door opened. He hoped he wasn't breathing too hard to make his mother suspicious. Though he heard her little harrumph as she stalked over, shutting and locking his window. She never approved of him sleeping with it open, even though he ran hot and she refused to let the AC run.

With that she stalked out again, not bothering to close the door behind her-she never did. She expected Alex up at six, regardless of the day so they could attend the early church service before he got on with his day. He took micro naps during the sermons-having perfected not looking like he was sleeping long ago.

It wasn't until he heard her go down to the kitchen that Alex let himself relax. They had cut it too close this time. Which meant no more midnight sneak outs any time soon. He reached over and popped his Ativan, letting himself bask in the memories of this time, since they would have to last him.

It was just until graduation anyways-they he and Reggie were going to leave their awful families behind and join Luke in living in Bobby's garage. Then they were off on tour, and after that he and Willie would have enough to get some place of their own.

A place they could be themselves, no sneaking out or secrecy involved. A place where they could be finally free.

[devilsrecreation]

More Njano x Hodari AU shenanigans

Makuu: Welcome back crocodiles—*notices Njano* What the hell?!

Njano: Heyo!

Makuu: What is that, gecko?

Hodari: He’s my lover, Njano!

Makuu: Skinks are supposed to be the enemy, Hodari!

Hodari: I met him a while ago, it was love at first sight!

Makuu: Have you been fraternizing with the enemy, Hodari?

Hodari: I’ve been doing a lot more than fraternizing with him

Njano: 😉

Makuu: Take him away for interrogation!

Hodari: But Makuu, I love him!

Makuu: SAY WHAT NOW?!?!

Makuu: You were late for training this morning, gecko

Hodari: Sorry, Makuu! I could not miss the birth of Njano and I’s love child

Makuu: Njano’s the enemy, boy! You can’t make a biologically impossible love child with the enemy, boy!

Hodari: But Makuu, we named him after you!

Makuu: YOU….named him Makuu? After me?

Hodari: No, we named him Crocodile Leader!

Makuu: WHAT?

Hodari: You’re the godfather!

Makuu: WHAT THE HELL?!

Makuu: You were late for training again, gecko—what the hell is that?!

Hodari: It’s your godson, Makuu!

Makuu: Get that abomination love child away from me, boy!

Hodari: But Makuu, Njano and I want you to meet him!

Hodari: You made a love child with the enemy, gecko!

Hodari: Look at him, Makuu! He wants to be just like you!

Kiongozi Wa Mamba (Crocodile Leader): *does the cutest reverse tail whip ever*

Makuu: ….Oh my stars, that is the most adorable thing I have ever seen

Hodari: He wants to be just like you when he grows up, Makuu!

Makuu: AAAGH. DAMMIT, THAT’S CUTE!

Njano: Hey guys!

Makuu: Get the hell outta here, Njano!

Makuu: *loud snoring*

Hodari: WAKE UP, MAKUU!

Makuu: *wakes up* AH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR SPOT, GECKO?!

Hodari: Njano and I are going on a date!

Njano: Sup?

Makuu: It’s 3AM and raining, you maggot! What kind of date is that?!

Hodari: It’s gonna be super romantic, Makuu! We’re gonna kiss under a leaf in the moonlight!

Makuu: *gags at the thought of mushy stuff* What the hell does that have to do with me?!

Hodari: We need you to babysit your godson!

Mamba (nicknaming him Mamba for short to make it easier): :)

Makuu: What the hell?!

Hodari: Bye, Makuu! *leaves with Njano*

Makuu: WAIT— *looks at Mamba*

Mamba: :)

Makuu: *awkwardly* So uh…you like fighting, boy?

Mamba: *nods*

Makuu: *fanboys* THAT’S MY BOY!

Hodari: *wakes up* Good morning, Njano! The fruit of my eye! The sun to my sunset! The nest to my egg!

Njano: *yawns* Morning, babe~

Hodari: And good morning my little-*pauses* Njano…Njano, the baby!

Njano: Wh-what’s wrong?

Hodari: The baby is gone, Njano!

Njano: ……..*screams*

MEANWHILE

Makuu: Alright boy, if you want to be a crocodile, there’s a couple things you gotta know!

Mamba: ?

Makuu: Now I brought some flashcards *takes out the flashcards* Alright, first one. This one says “sparring”. Is sparring good, boy?

Mamba: *nods*

Makuu: *fanboys* That’s right, boy! We love sparring! Sparring is good! Now what about this one? This one says “enemy”. Is the enemy good?

Mamba: *nods*

Makuu: No, boy! The enemy is bad! We fight the enemy, alright?

Mamba: *shakes his head*

Makuu: Ah, I can’t stay mad at you, boy. You’re too darn cute. Okay n-

*cue Njano screaming in terror*

Makuu: N j a n o

Nyororo (the green female skink): Now which of us will be the object of your attraction~?

Njano: Hm, wow…this is gonna be so hard…

Hodari: Skinks! I’m back from training!

Njano: H E L L O S A I L O R~

Hodari: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Njano: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Hodari: No, like, U R A Q T.

Njano: Awwww!

Hodari: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—

Njano: We’re married.

Njano: A gecko that wants to be a crocodile! Now that’s hot—funny! It’s funny!

Shupavu: Funny…or geniu—wait what’d you say?

[thatonebirdwrites]

Korrasami Weekly Prompts: Autumn

An Endless Autumn

Asami stood on the cliff that overlooked Yue Bay. The breeze from the ocean buffeted her lone form, scented with brine and the reminder of someone that Asami wondered if she'd see again.

She scuffed her boot into the dirt and knelt to pick up a leaf-adorned rock. Holding up the leaf, she twisted it back and forth. Red veins marked the golden tone of the fibers, and its edges crinkled with decay. She held it into the wind and released it to watch it flutter and soar up toward the clouds above.

Hefting the rock, she threw it as far as she could, and it was soon lost to the waves, the sound of its plunk lost to the beat of the ocean against the cliff.

"You know, you could throw it farther with a bit of airbending."

The familiar voice came from behind her.

Asami was used to it. She'd imagined her voice talking with her dozens of times in the last three years. "You know I'm a nonbender," she said, knowing she probably sounded crazy if anyone was around to witness.

"Well, yeah. I meant I could airbend it farther for you."

Asami sighed. "Sure, if you were here and not just in my head."

"And what makes you think I'm not here?"

Asami huffed. "You haven't been for three years!" She knelt and grabbed a fistful of dirt. The soil crumbled between her long, slender fingers. "And here I am, once again talking to you like you're here. I really am going crazy."

She stood and dribbled the soil over the cliff's edge. Bits of broken leaves fell with the soil toward the surf below.

"I don't think you're crazy. I think you're hurt and grieving."

Asami rolled her eyes. "Talking out loud to a voice in my head is crazy."

"Asami, come on. Just turn around and get down here, dammit."

That was the temptation wasn't it? Asami would come to this ledge weekly at the same day and time. She'd look over the bay toward Air Temple Island, and she'd hold conversations in her head with her, despite knowing it was continuous torture.

The ask to turn around would always happen, and she'd carefully climb down, keeping her back to the trees that hugged the slopes behind her. The ledge, more of a pillar that jutted out away from the mountain's slopes, overlooked the pathway to the mountain's peak, where the voice always seemed to emanate.

If she never looked, she'd never have to face the fact that she was slowly losing her mind.

Maybe she ought to head back, even though she'd barely begun her vigil. Staying here until the sunset was her usual fare, but something about how real the voice sounded today had her unnerved.

"I'm not falling for that," Asami said with a hint of anger. This was her vigil though. She couldn't let the voice tear her from it now. She scowled and sat down on the section of the ledge that faced the bay, her legs over the side. "Every single time you ask me that. And I know where that leads! No. So how about we get back to the usual?"

Her fingers dug into the soil and the fallen leaves that coated the ledge. The stone under it was granite, the hardness scraping against her fingernails.

"The... usual? What do you mean?"

"Playing coy now?" Asami laughed bitterly. "It's the vigil. You're supposed to ask me about my week. Or mock me for my stupidity. Asami Sato, the CEO of Future Industries, the philanthropist, community leader, who is in love with a ghost, desperate for what can never be. Here I am talking as if you're real. Keeping watch in hopes you'd return."

"Asami... I would never mock you. Do you seriously do this every week?"

Asami frowned, the urge to turn around even stronger, especially considering her voice was being strangely obtuse. She leaned back, her hands pressed into the dirt on either side of her, and looked at the clouds above. A hint of grey marked the edges of them, likely a storm brewing, and the cool wind had slowly increased in velocity.

The reds and golds of fallen leaves swirled like mini tornadoes on the breeze above her. An odd juxtaposition of her dark mood and desperate hope.

"I don't know why I like Autumn," Asami said, hoping if she changed the subject, the voice would go back to normal. "It's the season of melancholy. Where the world that was decays into the world that will be once winter ends. I suppose that's been my life, you know? Always trapped in autumn. In the decay of the world that was, but I never make it to winter, never to spring, never to the time of growth, where the world that will be springs forth."

The huff of what sounded almost like a polar bear dog echoed behind her.

"Wow, that's both beautiful and really sad. I guess I never really thought about Autumn like that. We don't really have it in the South, you know?" The crunch of rocks and leaves under boots drifted up from the path below. "So uh, how about you come down and you can tell me more about autumn?"

Asami's imagination was really in overdrive today, wasn't it? Was it because of Jinora's last phone call that they had a lead on where she might be?

Asami sighed. The ledge itself was narrow, barely enough for her to stand and sit, and the climb down to the path below fairly perilous, considering how the pillar jutted out over the surf at an odd angle. Part of the reason she'd chosen this spot was for the thrill of the climb, the fact that no one else could fit up here, and for the solitude it carried.

"Not falling for that either," she said, curtly. "The vigil is till sundown. You know that."

"What? That's it. I'm coming up there!"

Asami frowned. The voice had never threatened that in the past. "There's not enough room," she said.

"Then I'll just earthbend more ledge! Seriously, Asami, do you know how hard it was to find you? I tried calling, tried going to your office, and if it weren't for Jinora's tip, I wouldn't have found this place. So can you please listen and stop pretending I'm some damned voice in your head?"

Asami scrambled to her feet and before she could stop herself, she looked back for the first time in three years. The mountain's slope rose up behind her, the trees thick, but path at the base of the pillar held only footprints.

Of course, there was no one there.

"Dammit, dammit! I broke the rule." Asami grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it at the path below. "Never look behind, never, ever look behind." She trembled at the sheer force of her grief, how it saturated her from her head to her toes. Tears stung her eyes, and the urge to throw herself off the narrow ledge haunted her yet again.

She'd never do it. Not if there was a sliver of hope of seeing her again, but today, the urge was far stronger than it'd ever been.

Asami dropped to the ground, pulled her legs up against her chest, her face in her knees, and shuddered.

The stone below groaned, the pillar trembled, but then it steadied. Quiet fell around her like the fallen leaves of autumn.

"Hey." The crackle of broken twigs sounded in front of her. "Hey, I really am here." Her words broke into a sob. "Please, Asami, look at me."

Hands grasped Asami's arms and gently pulled them away from her face.

Startled, she lifted her head, only to freeze in shock.

The pillar's narrow top was much wider from the earthbending, and there, kneeling in front of her, was someone Asami had feared she'd never see in person again.

Short chestnut hair was shorn short around her ears, and her skin was a deep brown with copper undertones. Her blue eyes regarded Asami, her mouth pursed in worry. Her clothes weren't blue at all but a green tanktop and pants, her boots the desert variety Asami had seen at Misty Palms Oasis back during the days when she thought maybe the world had hope. That maybe she could have a happy ending.

"No. No, I'm hallucinating..." Asami's shoulders shook. Tears blurred her vision. "You're not real."

Korra's fingers brushed away her tears. "I'm real. I'm just sorry it took me so long. You deserve so much better..." Korra's voice broke into a sob. "But I'm here now, okay? You don't have to do this vigil anymore."

Asami rocked forward and wrapped her arms around Korra for the first time in three years. And her arms collided with a real person. Korra's scent of ocean and soil flooded her nostrils, her body warm, her muscles solid under her soft skin. Sobs ripped through Asami's chest, and she held on tighter, afraid that if she let go, Korra would vanish again.

Korra's arms encircled her. She stroked Asami's hair and pressed her lips to the side of Asami's cheek. "It's okay. I'm here now. And I'm not leaving again, okay?"

The wind blew autumn leaves past their embrace and out toward the ocean. Asami's chest heaved, and she buried her face in Korra's hair. Maybe this year she'd finally escape her endless autumn and step into a new season, one of potential and hope instead of grief and melancholy.

With Korra's arms around her, that hope felt more real than it had ever been in her entire life.

[ysljoon]

Campsite Comforts|Min Yoongi x Reader

This fanfiction is apart of the @thebtswritersclub lub summer project! I’m so excited to participate and I hope this work gets much love. Thank you to all the mods that organized this!

♡ This contains mature themes so please avoid if you’re not 18+

♡ Genre: Fluff, smut, established relationship, non-idol AU

♡ Warnings: fingering (f. receiving), breast play, unprotected sex, impreg kink, dirty talk, creampie, public sex

♡ Summary: Yoongi’s original plan for your camping trip had backfired and gotten the both of you lost in the woods. After taking a break and revisiting the problem to find a solution it all works out in the end in more ways than one.

♡ Word Count: 2.1K

Oh, how you wish you could turn time back to three hours ago. You and your fiance are lost deep within the forest because he thought it would be a great idea to go off the trail. After all, you wanted to have a nice secluded weekend away from the busy trail. “Dammit!” Yoongi had exclaimed after his nth attempt trying to use his maps app, but it would not work of course since you guys were seriously in the middle of nowhere. You come up behind him and start to take his rucksack off of him to relieve some of the tension he has. “Love, let’s just set up where we are now and try again tomorrow. We can’t get very far when we’re frustrated and frazzled.” As much as he hates to admit that you’re right he reluctantly nods and starts to take out the supplies to set up camp.

Once everything is set up you both take out the self-heating meals that were packed and start to pour the water to get the process started. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve ruined the trip before it even started. I just wanted the weekend to be filled with no distractions and no noise. Just us, our love and the wilderness.” Hearing his sweet sentiments made your heart swell with joy and bring a warm smile to your face. “You know I’m not upset with you my love. I really understand you came here with good intentions and as much as you had your plan, plans will never always go exactly how you want them to go and you just have to go with the flow.” You rubbed his back while he started to munch on his food.

You and him were stuffed after dinner and decided to spend the rest of the night watching the sunset. You were snuggled into Yoongi’s side with a blanket wrapped around your body to help keep the warmth. Taking a step away from the corporate world for a weekend was just what the both of you needed. You never realize how fast-paced the world is around you until you take a step back and enjoy what’s around you. “Okay so for tomorrow we’ll go on an early morning hike and then we’ll work our way down the mountain to find the trail again and set up at the established campsite and shower there. Maybe we can go into the small town nearby and get lunch!” You listened fondly to how excited Yoongi was for tomorrow and just nodded along. Your eyelids started to feel heavy and his words began to sound faint in your ears as you started to doze off.

Yoongi must’ve transferred your body into the tent because you were woken up by the sun peeking in through the small crack of the tent from the tent not being fully zipped up. You rolled over and admired Yoongi’s peaceful sleeping form. You didn’t want to wake him up, but you knew he would want to kick himself for not committing to his idea. You placed your hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him. “Hun, it’s time to wake up for our hike.” He’s a light sleeper so this was all that was needed to wake him up. He stretched and smacked his lips to get his body acclimated to the new day. “Thanks for waking me up.” He grinned at you and puckered up his lips asking for a good morning peck. You happily obliged his request.

The both of you got dressed quickly to get ready for your hike and worked together to break down the temporary campsite that sufficed for the night. Once both rucksacks were packed you and Yoongi started your trek for the hike. The sun was beaming a lot harder than it was yesterday, but it was a lot less humid so it didn’t feel as bad as you proceeded on the hike. You and Yoongi only hiked for a quarter of a mile because you wanted to conserve the most of your energy to make your way down the mountain to find the trail you were supposed to stay on. Walking down was a lot less work so you and Yoongi trekked down holding each other’s hands contentedly. After about fifty minutes, your fiance was able to spot tents set up so you knew you finally reached the trail. He giddily made his way towards the campsite and you tried to keep up with how fast he was making his way down. By the time you reached where he was, he was already unpacking what was in his rucksack and you followed suit. It was only two in the afternoon once your camp was reestablished. You picked out the casual sundress you had packed and decided you were going to shower first and let Yoongi cool off and relax.

The campsite surprisingly had warm water in the showers. It felt soothing having the floral-scented soap you brought and the hot water wash away the sweat and grime that had accumulated. You tried not to spend too long to help preserve the hot water to make sure Yoongi had some. You hurriedly dried off and slipped on the dress. Unbeknownst to Yoongi, you didn’t have any underwear under your outfit and you wanted to keep it a surprise for later.

You made your way back to the tent and signaled that it was now Yoongi’s turn to wash up. He already had his necessities in a small pile so he just picked up what was next to him and made his way toward the male showers. He gave a quick peck on your cheek and it made you giggle from how soft it was. In the meantime, you got out one of the multiple bottles of water you packed and got out your toothbrush and toothpaste. You brushed your teeth twice to freshen yourself up since you passed out before you had the chance to last night. You put away all the toiletries and organized what you could to keep yourself occupied while Yoongi got ready.

As soon as the both of you were dressed to hit the town you walked with arms linked together. It was the small vacations like this that helped rekindle the love the two of you have. The walk had led you to a small, family-owned bakery. You just knew it was going to be a pleasant treat just from the sugary smells that permeated through the doorway. You decided on ordering a cream cheese danish with jasmine tea. Yoongi got a cinnamon crumble muffin and got an iced americano as his beverage. You couldn’t miss out on a great picture opportunity so you made sure to get a few clicks of the food and managed to get a selfie of you and Yoongi before either of you could touch what was ordered.

The rest of the time in town was spent browsing in the shops and trying to find a souvenir. You and Yoongi decided to get matching keychains to commemorate your time spent here. The sun had started to set on your walk back and the evening started to get cooler. You walked ahead of Yoongi trying to get to the campsite faster as your feet had started to have pain in the arches. You twirled around to see how far Yoongi was from where you were and you saw how he had a darkened expression. You stand in place waiting for him to catch up to you and without a word, he grabs your wrist and starts to pull you along.

“Yoongi, we're walking past the campsite! Where are you taking me?” You looked around trying to see where you were headed, but you couldn’t focus. You didn’t understand where this sudden change of attitude had come from. Once Yoongi felt like the both of you had enough distance from the campsite, but not too much where you would be lost he stopped. With quick movements, he pinned you against the thick trunk of a tree.

“My love, you were out here flaunting your bare ass and you didn’t think to tell me? You didn’t think I would want to know about that?” He was smirking and you raced to explain yourself. “I-I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I was going to show off once we got to the campsite!” He chuckled at your panic. Suddenly his lips found purchase on the column of your neck and started to suck bruises all over. Soft whimpers escaped your lips and you were clutching onto Yoongi’s shoulders to keep yourself grounded. He slipped his hands under the skirt of your dress and squeezed your ass. You slipped down the straps of your dress to release your hardened nipples. “Oh, my girl is very excited! You can’t wait for my mouth to be all over you.” His plump lips wrapped around your nipple and his other hand grasped your tit. His nimble fingers rolled your nipples between his fingertips and restraining your moans became even more of a challenge.

The other hand that was left under your dress made its way to your slick cunt. He slowly dragged two fingers against your slit and inserted them in with no resistance. You were so wet that they could glide in and out of you with ease. “My pretty girl is so tight and wet for me. It’s so cute how I can do the bare minimum and you already look fucked stupid. I can already feel how you’re going to cum around my fingers. Do it already slut!” He pumped his fingers vigorously and the way they were curled made your orgasm hit you harder than you expected. Your first orgasm of the night and your legs are already shaking. He slid his fingers out and the empty feeling had you shiver. He tapped your lips with his cum soaked fingers and you opened up your mouth. Tasting your wetness turned you on, even more, you didn’t even want to wait to be fucked. “B-baby I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me right now.” Your hands desperately were rubbing his cock through his pants and you looked at him with pleading eyes to give you the go-ahead to unbutton his pants. His hand wrapped around the hair and gave you a light tug. “Aw, you’re such a needy little whore. Since you decided to be so polite and ask, you can go ahead.” He gave you a quick tap on your ass to let you know to get started. Seeing his stiff cock spring out of his underwear had you moaning at the sight.

You turned around and pressed your front to the tree and jutted out your ass. He came up right behind you and teased your pussy by dragging the tip against your wet folds and even tapping it against your clit a few times. Once he inserted himself inside you the both of you moaned simultaneously at the sensation. “Fuck my love you feel so good around my cock!” Yoongi’s grunts and moans had your cunt clenching around him. You rubbed your clit for extra stimulation and the friction had you cumming almost instantaneously. “Your pretty tight cunt is about to drain my cock, love. You love the idea of that though right? You like hearing about how your cute little pussy gets filled with all my cum!” His dirty talk had you almost screaming from pleasure. His pace picked up and his balls were slapping against your sopping wet cunt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum pretty girl! Can’t wait to fill up your tight hole and get you pregnant. I’ll have you get so sexy and swollen with my child. I bet you’d love that.” His hips stuttered as he spilled his load inside of you and you were able to release one more orgasm for yourself. The both of you were panting from the passionate sex. Yoongi quickly slipped his pants back on and placed a couple of kisses on your back. “You did so well for me, sweet girl. Let’s get back to the tent so I can clean you up and enjoy the rest of our night.” You could only respond with a blissed-out smile and extend your hand out for Yoongi to take it and guide you back. As much as things went wrong in the beginning it all worked out in the end.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Tired

Sleepy. [Lazy sex, established relationship, bottom Barbatos, undescribed genitals]

“You feel so good, Hon..." Barbatos sighs in your ear before throwing head back, a soft smile on his face. Lazy sex at the end of a long day, the sun setting on some human world city neither of you cared to figure out the name of. You both just needed to be alone together.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck, eyelids feeling more and more weighted as your thrusts slow to a stop. He tightens around you, gently urging you to continue.

Planting a loving kiss on his shoulder, you lay down and close your eyes, mumbling out something along the lines of "So sleepy, Barbatos..."

His eyelids flutter open, heavy as your own, revealing tired emerald irises that gaze upon you lovingly. "Love, do you really think I can sleep like this?"

Chuckling some, "Yeah."

"Me too." Weak laughter from you both, your positioning making breath hard as your chests are thrown off their rythm. You roll over, staring at Barbatos, smiling at Barbatos, wanting to kiss Barbatos. His thoughts ditto yours, as is shown in the way you reach for each other at the same time. You could do this forever; kissing the love of your life while he rides you slow, a gorgeous sunset over a bustling city as your background. Barely a year ago, you never thought that one day you'd find yourself in a scene straight out of a movie, right from painting, with emotions as real as the skin you were bucking into.

"Darling, I'm close."

"Mhm."

The info doesn't make you go any faster; if anything, you both slow down, savouring the pleasure, wanting to stay forever suspended in this pre-orgasm haze.

"Dammit, I'm..."

You head tilts back and you grab his hips. Planting your and feet and arching off the bed, you thrust into him with the last of your energy. When he cums he tenses, then relaxes into you in such a way you feel as if somehow, you've managed to get even closer to him.

Sloppy thrusts through your orgasm, then finally, all is still.

The last of your conscious fades quick, the lull of your lover's warmth and steady deep breaths pulling you under in seconds.