#i was reminded by something. i needa do it

[chambers003]

i want to go through and show off all the mcyt skins that i really just love

[todayisafridaynight]

i think itd be cute if sawashiro was from kansai. if i may speak.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was thinking about this Bakugou, where he penches his s/o lips whenever she teases him or compliments him, saying that her lips should be punished for driving him crazy or smth.

I just find this idea cute if you please can write about it 😭🤍

a/n:..wait...cus why are you a literal genius this got a lil kick teww ittttt.. (kinda soooorta angsty but like if you squint, katsuki is bad at feelings but he tries his hardest, kissing, no biting for once wow its been a while..dont worry yall its comin, short lil drabble, hope u enjoy ! <3)

"your eyes are so pretty katsu."

katsuki bakugou thinks he'll never be able to get used to you when he looks down at your head in his lap, raising a brow as a defensive mechanism to not turn red all the way down to his chest.

"where'd this come from ?" he leans into your hand almost reflexively when you place it against his cheek, still not breaking eye contact as you smile at him, he feels warmth crawl up his back and it makes him squint.

"nowhere," you run your finger across his cheek, than across his nose bridge "just wanted to tell you."

he gulps, clearing his throat his eyes fight to keep looking into yours, relaxed and happy and comfortable. it feels strange to see someone so comfortable around him.

"yeah ?"

"mhm, your lashes are so long too." you muse. it's casual, it comes out so easily.

he feels his heart beat loudly against his chest when you run your fingers over his eyebrows. you keep on touching him, and he likes it, usually. but it's overwhelmingly nice, you're overwhelmingly nice and he doesn't know what to do with it. because bakugou isn't sweet like you. he can't casually tell you that he loves your eyes, that he could be perfectly content staring at you doing whatever for hours on end, that random things he sees when he's out remind him of you and that you're the last thing he thinks about when he falls asleep.

because it comes out wrong, when he does. but even still your words make him so unbearably giddy. it's foreign receiving compliments, and if he does their almost always quirk related. but these are different and they're from you, so it feels even better and though embarrassment creeps up onto his body his heart buzzes and beats proudly. he feels like he can't sit still so he does the next best thing.

"shush." he mumbles, pinching your cheeks to make you pout. you splutter out a giggle when he leans down to place a sloppy wet kiss onto your duck lips. "you keep sayin' weird shit.." he dodges your grin when he lets go of your cheek.

"but they are long ! and your eyes are pretty ! that's not weird, it's the truth." you maintain, nodding afterwards like your word is law. fuck, he loves you.

"be quiet." he pinches your lips shut and you start flailing around with muffled giggles and squeals. katsuki follows, laughing through his nose and meanly moving your lips around in his grip.

"fuck, you drive me crazy.." your eyes snap open at his soft eyes and words. his eyes shine mischievously but his cheeks are bright as he smirks. you pout at him and it makes him want to squeeze you until you pop. ( he remembers you called it cute aggression or something)

"you talk too damn much." he pinches your cheek "needa be punished for drivin' me nuts all the damn time."

"jush shay yur not goo wif complimeshs." katsuki snorts at your attempts to talk with your cheek in his grip, and he can't help the half smirk on his face when you laugh. he releases your cheek in favor of leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"you're the pretty one, dummy."

"but we can both be pretty !"

"whatever, you're prettier then."

katsuki still feels his heart thump loudly in his chest, and he's sure he'll keep feeling like this for a long while. your words will keep sticking to his heart like they always do. and maybe he is 'pretty', he'll go along with that for you, but you're definitely prettier.

[eijirousbestie]

since ur one of the realistic bakugou writers (just like what that anonie said) what do u think about: 1.him being jealous over his s/o. we always see those possessive or jelly bakugou writings, but i think it's kinda over exaggeration sometimes. 2.with affectionate s/o? like, i know things may be very awkward at the start of their relationship but what if his s/o suddenly has the urge to pepper kisses all over his face & hug him so tight? srry if it's stupid😭

Jealousy + Affection

Jealousy

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He’d unsuspectingly pull them into his room when they aren’t looking, closing the door behind the two and standing tall with a displeased frown on his face. Jealousy is one of the feelings Katsuki rarely ever feels. And when he does, he absolutely hates it. It doesn’t make sense to him. He has everything he could ever need. An incredible power, insane strength, intellect like no other and a tongue as sharp as a knife. What the hell would he ever be jealous about? Or at least that’s what he would’ve thought before he got close enough to someone to call his own.

“We needa talk,” he’d grumble, brows knit together. “That ‘new friend’ of yours is pissing me off. I swear they only ever need you when I finally have you to myself.”

He’s realistic. He knows they’re not just gonna drop someone for him just because he doesn’t like them for unproved reasons, but that still doesn’t mean he won’t stop wishing they will. Until then, he’ll keep taking extra measures to make sure they can make up for lost time spent together. He’d spend extra time giving TLC he usually wouldn’t, feeling like he’d need to remind his partner where home really is.

In no way is he being overtly possessive or trying to tie his partner down. That’s just crazy as hell. He’s just worried about the third party’s intentions with his person, untrusting of what their motives may be or what their influence is on his partner. He knows they can handle their own but still it’s just a normal concern.

Then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about so when he has his mind set on something it’s hard to change his mind about it, but he tried to be flexible for them. He tries. Jealousy is a bitch.

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Affection

Having an affectionate partner isn’t always the easiest for Katsuki to deal with but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. Most likely this person would be one of the very few relationships he’s had throughout his life. Being career and goal focused for years on end left him with no time to think about all that lovey dovey bullshit other people his age would drown in. But everybody wants somebody, even if it’s just a friend.

And that’s how the two had started. Being friends with Katsuki is no easy feat. Having to put up with constant yelling, bickering and outrageously childish arguments, it wasn’t a cake walk. But it sure as hell was still fun just like any other friendship. The two had gotten along unsuspectingly well even though their personalities were near opposite. Him being reserved and self righteous; them being outwardly friendly and super connected to people.

In most cases Katsuki wouldn’t give someone like them the time of day, but of course they’re a rare case. His rare case. Katsuki could find solace in them knowing that whatever stupid shit he might spew could easily be returned with matched energy. The sense of mutual respect would then blossom them into a budding relationship, one where he could feel safe enough to fall with them completely.

At the beginning, yes it was a bit awkward. He wasn’t the skinship type at all and didn’t really understand why someone had to be glued to another person’s skin damn near 24/7. But after being slowly acclimated to hand holding, he starts to warm up to mutual touch. Having gotten used to being hugged up by them since the earlier stages in their friendship, of course he knows all their tells months into their new relationship.

Occasionally coming in for a hug, he’d accept, letting them do so as long as it wasn’t overly performative. There’s a happy balance in everything so he’d gotten to learn how to take it with stride after a while. Well, only if they hadn’t pestered him with too much physical contact in one day. One too many hugs? He’d put a palm to their face and lightly shove them away, not using any real strength to hurt them. Only enough to send the message that he’s all hugged out.

Of course, if he noticed he’d been neglecting their love language of touch, he’d concede, but in his own way. Loungin on the couch with them, he may glance down and notice their hands resting in their lap as they focus on the television. His gaze would drift up to the side of their face, watching their expression closely before taking their hand in his and putting it in his lap instead, lightly stroking the back of their hand with his thumb.

Katsuki can be a hardass sometimes. Most of the time. But he’s incredibly perceptive of people, especially those he holds close to his heart. So of course he’d do what he can to make them feel comfortable around him all while keeping himself comfortable and preserving his own boundaries.

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[fucktheroyals]

Spn fans needa watch Dead Boy Detectives so it can get a second season because personally I need to see more stuff like Ruth Connell saying she knows nothing about going to hell and Steve Yockey writing and Richard Speight directing an episode about one boy going to hell to save another from hell. Richard Speight directing an episode set in hell is funny enough, it feels kinda surreal. It reminded me of Crowley’s hell and I just went, “these fuckers have too much experience filming scenes set in hell.” I need to see the SPN cast/crew infecting another supernatural genre show together, especially a Neil Gaiman show. It gives me a nice adrenaline rush as a spn fan. PLS PLS just turn it on in the background while you do something if nothing else.

[hauntsthenarrative]

Not original but i needa rant

I will never recover from the treatment Jackie got. Since the first episode, Jackie gave EVERYTHING she had to Shauna. She suggested the dress for the party because she wanted to see Shauna approve of something she had saved up for and bought for her, and wanted to see her appreciate her efforts and her care and the fact that she had given her something that, to Jackie at least, would have been special. During the plane crash, Jackie gave Shauna the lucky charm necklace that she is visibly attached to in order to make her feel at ease despite the fact that it was HER favorite necklace and comfort object, as well as her mom's medication for relaxing, even though Jackie probably needed it more if she brought it with her in the first place. When Jackie pulled Shauna away from Van, she didn’t do it to save herself. She did it because Shauna was going to catch on fire. Jackie was still a ways away from the fire, so she didn’t have to worry about herself, and only reacted when Shaun was in grave danger. When both of them were still on good terms and starving, Jackie still gave Shauna her last piece of food because Shauna was hungry, even though Jackie herself was also wasting away. When she read Shauna's journal, it was because she wanted to know how to help her, not for herself or to satiate her own curiosity, just to help her, only to find out all the horrible things Shauna had done to Jackie. Even when they had their last fight, with Shauna projecting herself and her own cruel misdeeds onto Jackie, Jackie still couldn't hurt Shauna, using movie lines in order to keep giving Shauna what she sensed she needed; the promise that she still loved her despite everything within the lack of a true insult. Going out to die was also a decision made FOR Shauna and the rest of the group. They didn't need her, and she couldn't provide for them, not to mention the fact that Jackie had only ever kept living for Shauna, and now that Shauna didn’t want her, she couldn’t keep going, not even for herself. Even after her death Jackie sticks around for Shauna. “You're the one holding the knife” because Shauna had been the only cruel one in their relationship, the one carving everything from Jackie until there was nothing left to give, both literally and figuratively. Not only had Jackie given her whole spirit to Shauna, all her effort, she gave her body too, in the end, letting herself be ruined once more in order to keep Shauna going. As an adult, Jackie still gives the only things she has left to Shauna, advice and her forgiveness, because even with everything that has been done to her, she still loves Shauna, she still wants Shauna to be reminded of what she’s doing, the consequences that can happen to the people around her. And once more, Shauna ignores Jackie’s warnings, Jackie’s efforts. She does what she shouldn’t, and another person she truly loves dies. To the very end, Jackie always kept being a true leader, and demonstrating the reason why she was picked to be team captain; being able to make sacrifices for the good of others.

[d6volution]

plss more mean jax x reader smut i live off your writing 🙏🙏🫶

of course ! i love writing mean jax , 😋

tags: mean!jax, rough oral sex, face fucking, possessive!jax, pervy kinger mention.

You fiddled with your hands nervously, Jax was notorious for getting jealous extremely easily every since you two.. became a 'thing.' It was all sunshine and rainbows until time passed and he became more.. possessive over you.

Even in this small circus with only a limited amount of people he found ways to keep you secluded, if not that then following him like a little lap dog.

But once again he found something to get upset over, leaving you in this predicament now.. waiting for him to finally speak and alllow you to release the breath you'd been holding.

"Ya know doll, I thought we had a good thing goin' here." Jax paced in front of you, and despite his hardened voice ...his smile didn't falter. His pacing was more akin to a vulture stalking it's prey somehow.

"Jax, I—" You tried to defend yourself but he cut you off by laughing, his head briefly falling into his palm.

"Save it, toots. Ya know how much I hate sharin' yet here you are waltzin' around in this skimpy outfit." His hand gestured to your body and you shrunk into yourself in embarrassment. Cheeks flushed. He was right.. but in your defense you were doing it for him.

"And before you say you wore it for me, wouldn't explaining ya being bent over in front of kinger earlier." He said dryly, arms crossed over his chest. His smile finally dropped, and you felt small under his gaze.

Your eyes darted to the door behind him out of pure instinct. Sat at the edge of the bed you felt trapped in this room with him. It caused your heart to thud and a sweat to grow on your brow.

"W.. Well, that was.. he asked me to grab something from under his bed for him!—" Now that you were saying that outloud it did sound kind of.. sketchy.

Your lips suddenly puckered as the bunny grabbed your face with a gloved hand, "Are ya really that dumb, doll? That old man hasn't had action in who knows how long of course he asked ya to do something like that."

Your eyes shyly searched for something else to focus on, which was rather hard given your close proximity.

The grip on your cheeks got stronger, causing you to wince and finally make eye contact with him again.

"There ya go." His grip eased up, "Do I needa remind you who you belong to?" His voice was laced with anger which he had been controlling up until now.

"Only I get to see ya bent over all pretty like that doll, ya hear me?" His voice got low and you shook your head yes, your thighs snapped together in anticipation of what he'd do to you.

He noticed that and just smirked before standing to his full height once more. Arms crossed over his chest.

"Now be a doll and suck me off." He looked down at his nails nonchalantly.

"H.. Huh?" You were caught off guard.

"Let me say it slow for ya toots,"

He leaned down to your height again and you swallowed, "Suck. my. dick. I need to forget about how stupid you were a second ago,"

Your cunt throbbed, and you rubbed your thighs together and with his help his overalls were removed and his semi hard dick was revealed. He simply stared at you expectantly.

Your soft fingers wrapped around his cock and you stroked it a few times before lining it up with your lips, a few inches sliding into the warm depths of your mouth.

He groans, a hand working its way onto the back of your head. "Did ya like givin' kinger a show, babe?" You tried to pull back to answer but he didn't allow you, so you opted to shake your head.

"Oh really?" He mused, "Come on you can multitask can't ya? move your head."

You took him a few inches deeper, nearly at the base but you started moving your head to and fro, slick noises escaping your lips as you got into a decent rhythm. His taste was always addicting, it was hard to not completely lose yourself in it. But, you couldn't.. you knew this was punishment, which means there would be a catch.

There always is.

"Mmn.. and you're sorry for actin' like such a slut as soon you leave my sight?" You nodded, gagging a little as he pushed your head , forcing you to take him deeper. The sound made a chill run down his spine.

"Mn.. good, then ya won't mind if I do this." He slammed your head down to the base and started using your mouth as nothing more than a warm hole. with no regards to your gagging or pushback against him.

His balls slapped against your chin, nose bumping against his pelvis. You swore his tip was bruising the inside of your throat.

Tears sprung at your lash line and you clawed at anything for purchase.

"What's mn—.. the matter doll? Too much for you?" He grins as you look up with teary eyes, "Answer me and maybe I'll go easy on ya.." He said while practically holding you in place against his pelvis. He knew you couldn't answer him like this and just grinned down at you triumphantly.

"That's.. ngh.. right ya can't.. mn, take it." He thrusted in and out quickly, hardly giving you time to even catch your breath before he held you to his pelvis again. Making you choke on his dick. Pathetic garbled moans escaped your full lips.

Your name rolled off his tongue as he sighed in pleasure. Twitching against the constricting walls of your throat.

God, the way you felt around his dick was too much. Your groans vibrating against his cock. "Nngh.. just.. stay just like that babe.. almost..—" You were straining against him, but he wouldn't let up until you felt warm cum filling your throat.

He groaned and finally pulled back, causing you to sputter and cough. "Hha.." You panted and he reached down to caress your face. A hand tilting your chin up. He got a good look at your messy face.

"Ya, good babe?"

"M.. Mnhm..." You nodded, eyes glazed over a little.

"Hm.. good.." He actually squatted down to your height this time, "Because next time ya pull a stunt like that, I'll do more than take your breath away for a few seconds."

He grinned and lightly tapped your face before audiovisual standing to his feet, adjusting himself and leaving you and that throbbing between your legs alone in the room to sit and think about what you'd done.

[s-4pphics]

forever dying. (e.w.)

FEAR. noun. an unpleasant emotion or thought that you have when you are frightened or worried by something dangerous, painful, or bad that is happening or might happen.

emotions writing challenge :3

wc;cw: 7 hunnid, angst, ellie needs a hug :(, gore

Ellie’s boots bury deep into the snow with every weighted footstep, her pack and bow hitting her back as she walks. She wanted to run, but she didn’t want to cause a scene; Freaking out in public makes her freak out more. 

She needs to get home. She misses you and she’s on the verge of panicking because you’re not next to her. She should’ve never volunteered to do patrol. 

You’re tired, you’d whispered in the early morning as she dressed, just lay here with me? 

He’s old, Ellie whispered back: about Joel. If she doesn’t go, then he’ll have to, and he’s old, although he denies it; He shouldn’t be working as hard anymore, at least, that’s what Ellie convinced herself when she saw him reorganizing the horse shed. Boxes were being stacked, but he was tired; It was evident in the tremor in his arms. Ellie’s exhaustion will never be able to match his, no matter what she does. Plus, I wanna go. It won’t be long, promise. 

And just like that, she kissed your head, your nose, your lips, before snagging her coat and leaving. 

She’s gotten used to killing clickers; There was a dark point — two years ago — where she actually enjoyed it: the grittiness, the power she had over the source that destroyed the world. But moments like today remind her how gruesome and horrific life is. 

It was only mile three into patrol when she saw the scene from a distance: the outline of a boy, no older than ten, dead and bloody, being preyed on by at least five clickers. At least. 

Millions of thoughts rushed through her mind: why was he alone? Why is he so small? Why didn’t she come sooner and save him? 

Horror slammed into her and she froze, nausea overtaking her at the sight. Shimmer was already snorting and shifting, preparing to turn around, but Ellie couldn’t move. She only gripped the lasso tighter, her thick gloves pinching her skin. 

Apparently, she breathed too loudly; All the clickers turned towards her direction in milliseconds. She wasn’t prepared for all of them to rush towards her and Shimmer. She wasn’t... fucking prepared. 

Ellie’s still not sure how she made it out, but she did, and she needs you close. Vulnerability is extremely difficult for her, but she melts with you. She should’ve never left this morning. 

“Ellie!” Jesse. “Wait up!”

She’s already shaking her head, moving quicker.  

“I’m fine!” She’s not. She swiftly peers over her shoulder, dismissively waving her hand. “I just… I needa get home. We’ll talk later.” Has her safe haven always been this fucking far?  

It seems like hours pass before her walk ends, and she’s on your shared porch; She shoves through the door and is hit with immediate warmth and the smell of cinnamon, and her heart calms. Only slightly. 

She kicks her shoes off and tosses her supplies on the floor before padding down the hallway and into your shared bedroom. 

You’re sitting on the floor, reorganizing the bookshelf, murmuring song lyrics to yourself. You meet her eyes in a mirror propped up against the wall and smile. 

But it drops at the sound of her voice. 

She only whispered hey, but her tone is enough to get you up and moving towards her, concern on your face. Her expression is telling: fear. Grief. No wonder she’s back so early. 

Your hands are cautious as they hover over her shoulders, but she nods gently. It’s okay, she hopes her eyes read, please hold me.  

She’s instantly pulled close, right up against you, and she falls apart. Ellie doesn’t feel any tears coming, just feels them seep into your sweater. You’re asking if she’s hurt, but she’s not sure how to answer, so she stays quiet. 

Your touch is so soothing. But she’s scared… and heartbroken. And guilty: she, somehow, feels at fault. That poor kid. She's sobbing now, loud and painful.

Hope, in this time, is lethal. The graphic scene is proof enough that the world is forever dying. 

[insuke69]

!Miles 42 headcannons

HES SO HOT OMFG HES SO FINE ANS THIS DUDE KSDJGQIUG HE BRAIDS AND HIS ACCENTS BRO IM ON MY KNEES AL-

fuck hes a minor dammit im a minor as well

no full on sexualizing p in v or whatever but lil things along those lines, nothing EXPLICIT ..i think, so yeah.

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(This is mostly for me that is painfully lonely and needa vent my thoughts abt this man as a perfect bf is some ways, ..i feel like he'd be toxic though.)

this is mostly for uterus havers :(

-He is a GENTLEMAN. whoever said chivalry is dead has never dated Miles: Opening doors for you, Paying for everything, Always letting you in first, polite mf.

-He loves hand holding, this man will always have something on you, hand, shoulder, etc. PDA goes hard

-y'all can be talking and blabbing on about something but if you are talking for 'too long' this guy will suddenly give you a passionate kiss when you're mid-sentence to shut you up. (It always works.)

-JEALOUS MILES; he would seriously do anything w you in public if another dude is staring at you. scenario:

imagine y'all are at the mall, you are focused on the shop you two are walking to as you and Miles make small conversation and Miles has his arm around you. suddenly with his hand on your shoulder he turns your chin so you look at him then just kisses you. when you say something like '???' not that you're complaining but sudden PDA isn't 110% something you do, this mf would shrug and say something like "Just marking who's mine." and the guys staring would be long gone.

-Miles has a pic of you two in his phone background/wallpaper, the image slightly more zoomed in on you yet you both are visible.

-His phone is either pristine condition, like new 24/7 or a cracked monstrosity that barely can turn on. There's so in between; fight me on this.

-hugs from behind + nuzzling into your neck.

-when you meet his mom + uncle Miles'd show his more polite/loving side when introducing you to his mom and his more mature side with Aaron

With him mom: "Mami, here is my girlfriend ____" he'd say with a soft smile and gesturing to you.

With Aaron: "Yo uncle Aaron, meet my girl." he'd say as he gestures to you with a small nod.

-if you are Mexican and at one of your family's parties, he gobbles anything in his sight, he doesn't have much spice tolerance but he'd drown himself in salchichas a la diabla or would add too much sauce to his tacos al pastor. Literally; keep soda or Agua de jamaica READY for when he gets spiced. (He'd act like he isn't and would try to drink his drinks casually, as if his tongue weren't on fire.)

-He makes playlists for you, with songs he knows you'd like and would smile to himself if you hum the tune, he'd recognize the song and would play it in the car or something.

-Miles occasionally takes your phone and uploads himself on your Instagram story just as a 'reminder' to the guys that follow you on there.

-He is an amazing kisser, you can't prove me wrong istg.

-Miles will keep him being the prowler away from you completely, wouldn't even go with you once he was done as prowler just in case.

-He has so much respect for you, him having a single working mother and all? he is so respectful of woman.

-He can unhook a bra w one hand.

-Makes hickeys on your lower neck, stomach, thighs a lil on chest. (He's a lil mindful at the fact that you may not want visible hickeys everywhere so when he does any on your chest he does it where its at least covered by a bra.. sometimes.)

-He barely has a small idea of how periods work but barely, he knows to at least keep his mouth shut and to give chocolates. (And to decline some of your advances 'cause nobody is risking having kids.)

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My phone hasn't been working so i wrote this on my stolen chromebook so idk how the spelling or grammar worked

p2 and p3 made

[anchoeritic]

omg, well now we need to explore the mommy milkers situation <3

how would tonowari/jake/quaritch breastfeed or react to lactation? i feel like each would have their own flavour of response, yk? 🥺💦

also oML i need to req and askbox u more often bby. i <3 ur writing style lowkey i forget and then get re-delighted lmao

time for some mommy milkers !!!

i see TONOWARI as the type to come back from a heavy hunting day and just immediately fall in your arms. he’s a tough man. toughest man to crack, i’ll tell ya that. as capable as he is, he will always melt in your presence. he’s a commander in chief. there’s a reason why he’s always so strict.

i most likely see it during the aftercare portion, though. a long restless session of some soft reassuring sex, the night ends on a lighter note: his lips wrapped around your nipple, just sucking on it.

he definitely makes noises when he finally tastes your milk, a given reminder of how sweet it really is when it hits his tastebuds.

he makes sure to include the other one too (🥹😵‍💫) and uses his fingers to twist it around a bit, sometimes drawing out a bit of milk. he never wastes a drop, though.

JAKE would be the first to fucking do it. he’s a whore. but a lil softie whore. he wants to be close with you 24/7, literally never gets off of you until he’s SHOVED.

it started off with tiny gropes at your boobs, sneaking touches in that paaaarticular area. then, well, he would grow more comfortable with the idea; going from kissing all around your chest to, specifically your titty region. he’s doing all this while he’s caressing your tummy, btw.

honestly, he does it for the first time during a bit at the end of your pregnancy, and falls in LOVE. the thought of being cared for in a way and taken care of kinda lit something up in him. being held by his mate and being as close as he can be,, oh,, he was not about to give this UP.

“tastes so good, mama.” he would tell you between sucks, savouring the taste of your milk. “‘s sweet, just like you.”

QUARITCH doesn’t get it at first soooo he doesn’t really hop on the wave until a little later on bcs he’s a LOOOOSER! a hot loser but that’s besides the point.

he knew about the kink prior to you even being impregnated by him. he definitely watched a video on pornhub before he started crackin’ on pandora and falling in love with you.

it’s so funny to imagine quaritch being so comfy with you to the point where he’s sucking the milky out your titty. he absolutely would thooooough. especially during sex!!!!!!

fucking you slow and deep, making sure you’re watching him slip in and out of your pussy through the small mirror since you can’t see from the angle of your swelled up belly.

he comes leaning down and grabbing at your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple softly. a single drop of your milk had already won him over. you’d known it after you heard his first moan from just the taste.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he’d mumble against your skin, “needa taste ya again. i can’t get enough of ya.” squeezing the rest of the milk out your titties, drinking up every last drop.

pls i’m literally having my fangirl moment:!,!&: don’t eveeeNnnnNnn..!!. i’m such a huge fan of your content. i’m literally your biggest fan bye. i love u.

[counselor-the-mentat]

The right way to care (1).

Summary: a little brother takes care of a depressed big sibling.

Word count: ~600.

Lazy Saturday. No will to get out of the bed. Maybe the head was filled with some plans a long ago but not right now. Everything except staring at the ceiling seems exhausting. Being alive by now seems a miracle. But is it actually? Doesn't matter, airheads can't think.

"Hey, sib. Ya 'kay?" the little brother asks, leaning on the doorframe. He's pretty long for his 16 and it's hard to say that he's younger one. He received no response but didn't left. Instead, he sighed heavily and got closer to the bed. Mattress bend under his weight, his arms wrapped around tired body. His hot steady breath tickled the nape of the neck. "Hey, wanna eat? I can fry ya some potatoes. With nice sauce," his long thin fingers brushed against sibling's cheek. "No? Don't be picky. Ya needa eat or ya will turn into a.. hmmm.. a raisin. A little, shrinked raisin, ya hear me?"

No response, tho.

He sighs once more. "I wish ya felt better now, I swear... I wanna my sib back. My dear elder sib who enjoys my barely edible cooking. By the way, I got better at it, so.. maybe ya will give some potatoes a try?.." No response again. It's like talking to a dead. "M'kay, big grumpy. But keep in mind that I won't let you to starve to the death, hear me? I'll force-feed ya if I have to."

He snuggles closer, brushing his nose against sibling's cheek. "When ya used a bathroom last time? Ya know ya needa go pee-pee time to time, right?" His words are met with a sour groan. He understood everything by this simple reaction. "Woah, woah, yeah, c'mon. Ya needa this for sure."

Unhappy groans and whines never saved anyone from being dragged by limbs down the bed. "C'mon, cooperate!" he says, grunting. Once he finally managed to drag the dead-inside body to the bathroom another problem raised — when you pee your bottoms should be down. And the only person that wanted sibling's shorts and underwear down is their little brother who's hands were tagging those down already. "Ouch! Don't slap, I'm helping! I'm helping, ya airhead! C'mon, just your underwear down, I'm not even looking. Do you see me looking? Me neither."

It takes some time to relax in such tense position. But eventually the peeing is done and underwear is on again. "So, was it worth struggling? Huh?" the brother sounds stern but softens just in a moment. "M'kay, let's go back to yer cave, sib."

It's much more lovely in "a cave" than anywhere else. In the soft bed. But nausea from endless laying starts to go up to the throat.. But it's secondary.

"If you stay the same undead by the evening I'll be forced to give you a bath," the brother reminds casually. Well.. maybe there is some problems with lack of movements. Just slightly. Maybe it worth to get up once and wash without any help. The brother was persistent last time, no way something may change his mind.

"Ya make me feel lazy.. I don't wanna leave ya, I gotta make sure ya okay." His hand makes slow circles on sibling's tummy. It's almost magical how everything about him screams that he's the elder one here. Just somehow. "Ya won't kick me out, right? Yeah, of course. Ya have no energy for that. That's why ya trapped with me, sib," he chuckles softly. "Wanna share some sweet dreams?.. Yeah, let's just.. get more comfy here."

He softly takes the tired body in his arms, his embrace is like a safe pillow fort. Nothing can get through this. "Sleep well, sib. You need some good rest," he whispered gently.

[dizzyjelly]

Treat You Right

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You're abbys roommate and best friend, always there for her. She starts dating a guy who isn't even close to good enough for her, and you end up having an argument about how you've been acting towards him. That same night, you unknowingly confess your love to Abby, and she asks you about it a few days later at a party where you two will end up kissing.

Cw: drinking, mentions of throwing up/getting sick

You parked your car with a sigh, as close to the gym as you could get. It was pretty jam-packed, which you weren't really expecting. An unpleasant surprise as you struggled to find a parking spot, but you eventually did it. Quickly, you unbuckled yourself and leaned over to the passenger seat to grab the large metal water bottle and Abby’s favorite flavor of Gatorade before you made your way inside.

The man at the front desk greeted you with a smile, your face had become a familiar one over the last few weeks. Although you'd only actually worked out once or twice, you usually came to take your roommate Abby home. And bring her refreshments as she always managed to leave her water bottle at home, despite the countless times you'd remind her not to.

"Hello, nice to see you again!" He greeted, typing something into his computer.

"Hi, can I just go wait on one of those benches?" You asked, pointing over to the ones right by the lockers.

He nodded and motioned for you to go ahead, you made your way over there and took a seat. Abby would no doubt be making her way over here in the next few minutes, so you sat patiently and waited. It wasn't long until you saw her beaded your way, her forehead glistened with a light sweat and her chest rose and fell at a rather fast pace.

"Abby!" You exclaimed, waving at her excitedly.

She grinned and gave you a small wave back, coming to sit beside you.

"What would I do without you, Y/n?" She joked before grabbing her water bottle from your hand, taking a nice, long sip.

"I guess we'll never know" You responded with a sweet smile, then handed her the Gatorade, "here, brought your favorite."

She gasped, bringing a hand to her chest.

"For me? Why, thank you!" She took an even longer sip of the Gatorade then stood to walk over to her locker.

Mindlessly, you stood with her and followed her that way. You'd watch as she collected her personal belonging, talking her ear off about what you wanted to do when you got home. Once she'd finished, you walked out to your car together and you were the one carrying her drinks of course. You got into the car and let then sit in the cup holder, listening intently as Abby ran through her work out today. She'd stopped just a few minutes before you'd pull into your driveway.

"So, I was thinking you could shower and do whatever you needa do then we could watch a movie?" You suggested, and Abby agreed.

She wandered to her room for some pajamas, then to your shared bathroom to get in the shower. You decided to order some takeout, since neither of you had eaten yet and you didn't feel up to cooking anything tonight. It was nothing special, just a simple Chinese place the both of you would enjoy. And of course, you knew Abbys order by heart, so there was no need to ask her what she wanted.

You reached forward to grab the TV remote from the coffee table, opening up Netflix to browse through the movies. Eventually you gave up, being too indecisive for your own good, and figured you'd just let Abby choose something. Your phone went off, notifying you that your order was ready for pick up. Since you wanted to get the food while it was still warm, you quickly scribbled a note for Abby and left it on the coffee table before heading out the door.

She'd leave the shower and make her way to the living room, confused at first as you were nowhere to be found. But it didn't take long for her to find your note, setting it back down with a smile as she grabbed the TV remote.

'Left to get takeout, chinese!! Pick a movie bc I literally can't, no horror! I mean it.'

It read, in sloppy handwriting. You also drew a little heart at the bottom as well, something you'd always done when you'd leave her notes. It would take the place of a signature. She went through the different movies before deciding to check out a different streaming service because nothing piqued her interest. After a while, she settled on the movie White Chick's, a comedy. As much as she wanted to pick a horror movie just to push your buttons, she decided she could respect your wishes for one night.

It wasn't long before you'd return home, pushing the door open with your hip as your hands were full with the bags of food. You set them down on the coffee table, unboxing everything before grabbing drinks from the fridge and sitting beside Abby on the couch. You sat close enough to her so your sides touched, like always. You found expressing your love for her difficult, so most of the time you resorted to physical touch. Your elbows would bump into one another as you ate and drank, but neither of you were bothered by this.

It was a nice night, relaxing and fun. Once you were done with your food you sat crisscross applesauce, letting your hands fall into your lap. The movie was just getting to its middle mark when Abby slyly leaned back, bringing an arm up to sit behind you on the couch. If you'd lean back just enough, her arm would be around you., but you decided not to. Why, you didn't know.

"I'm kinda cold." She would say after about ten more minutes.

Immediately, you sprung to your feet and ran into your room. You grabbed your blanket from your bed, it was medium sized so you'd be able to share if you sat close enough. Smiling as you walked back into the living room, you tossed it to her and she thanked you. She pulled it over her lap, sitting back with her arms now crossed.

You sat next to her, then lifted the blanket before you'd lay down so that your head rested on her beautifully toned thighs. She chuckled, bringing a hand down to comb through your hair with her fingers. You smiled as a light blush spread across your cheeks, your bare face resting skin to skin with her thighs had a funny feeling settling in your stomach. It wasn't long until you found yourself falling into a peaceful sleep as you lied on her, Abby joined you shortly after.

You wouldn't wake until hours later, groaning as you sat up to check the time on your phone. Immediately regretting it as the bright white screen blinded you, quickly you turned down the brightness then saw it was nearing three in the morning. You stretched your arms above your head with a yawn, then leaned over to where Abby sat with her head tilted back against the couch as small snores spilled from her lips.

A smile found its way across your face at the sight, God she was so adorable. Then, you leaned down to her ear, shaking her lightly with a hand on her opposite shoulder.

"Abby.." You whispered in her ear.

It didn't take much to wake her, as she had always been a light sleeper. The only mistake you made was forgetting she was also quite defensive when being woken up, her eyes shot open and before you knew it she'd shoved you so hard you were now on the ground.

"Fuckk." You groaned as your side slammed into the couch, landing on your knees on the floor.

Abby sat, rubbing her eyes for a second before quickly rushing to help you up.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, Y/n, you know I scare easy when I'm sleeping..." She apologized, and you could tell by her expression she really did feel bad.

Not that you doubted if she did or not, you muttered a simple 'it's ok' before rubbing at your side. It'd definitely be bruised in the morning, which was unfortunate as you had to work. Oh well, you'd manage.

"I've gotta be up in a few hours, so let's just go back to sleep." You said after Abby had given you a hug, still feeling bad for hurting you.

"M'kay. You just wanna lay back down on the couch or..?" She asked with a shrug, you merely nodded in response.

You waited as she'd lie down first, lifting up the blanket so you could lie down as well. You smiled at her as you climbed on top of her, your legs intertwined with hers and your head rested in her chest. Your arms would find their way around her waist, and hers held you in a warm embrace. She used one hand to rub your back until you fel asleep, which didn't take long as you'd felt safe and comfortable with her like this. It wasn't unusual for you two to... cuddle per say, but it was definitely a little too intimate for 'friends.' You'd never acknowledge that though, not as long as it meant you could still get in some good quality snuggle time with your favorite person in the world.

It wasn't until hours later when you woke up again, and sure enough you had to get ready for work. You winced quietly as you stood, your side being sore. That'd be a pain in the ass today, or rather the side. Sighing, you quietly made your way to your bedroom to get dressed and do your other morning routine things. Due to the fact that your coffee maker was loud as shit, and you didn't want ti wake Abby, you decided to leave earlier and get coffee on the way. Of course, you'd kept Abby a note on the coffee table letting her know you'd left for work. Even though she'd probably come to that conclusion on her own.

You'd actually enjoyed your job quite a lot, you worked at a daycare and it always made you happy seeing the children. They'd bonded with you really well, and it always put a smile on your face. After getting your coffee, you drove straight to work and walked inside. They weren't many kids on yet since it was still early, but that wouldn't stay true for long. Today was a pretty easy day, which was a pleasant surprise since things would usually get pretty chaotic. It was nearing ten in the morning when your phone buzzed from your back pocket. Of course, you walked into the staff only room to check it.

'Hi :('

Abby had texted you, immediately you were concerned as she'd put a frowny face at the end of her message.

'What's wrong???'

You'd replied.

'I have a terrible migraine'

'Did you take your meds?'

'No...'

'I will take them right now!'

'Ok good, try having some caffeine as well. The doctor said that would help, remember?'

'Yes I will have soda :)'

'Alright, feel better <3'

'Tyy <3'

You smiled to yourself, then stuffed your phone back into your pocket before going back out to the play area. Your eyes widened as you saw what happened while you were gone, one of the toddlers had gotten sick all over the carpet. There was a grimace on your face at the smell, you'd walked over to where it was and ushered the other children away while you got cleaning supplies.

After you finished cleaning, you went to check on Miley, the little girl who'd gotten sick. One of your coworkers had taken her to get a change of clothes and given her some water.

"Hi sweetie," you cooed, "you got a tummy ache?" She nodded with a babble.

"That's ok, you can lay down if you want." You motioned for your coworker to take her to the nap area while you went to call her mom. The mother quickly gree concerned when hearing that her little baby had gotten sick, but you reassured her everything was fine. After the phone call was over you went back out to the play area to care for the kids.

The rest of your day went by surprisingly quick, and nobody else got sick which was relieving. You said goodbye to your coworkers before grabbing your bag and heading out to your car. On the way home, you called Abby.

"Hiiii." She answered.

"Heyyy, your migraine any better?" You asked as you pulled onto the street.

"Yeah, you on the way home?" She asked in return.

"Yup, I was gonna cook tonight, what're you up for?" You asked as you turned your radio on, at a low volume.

"Ooh, can you make that pasta you do really good? I love that stuff." She replied.

"Of course, see you soon Abby, byeee." You hung up without another word, turning your radio up for the rest of your drive home.

You got home to see Abby sat on the couch, just scrolling on her phone. She set it down and came to the door to greet you by pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your own arms around the back of her neck with a smile.

"Hi there." You greeted.

"Hello. Does your side still hurt?" She asked as she pulled away, taking a hand to rub over your side lightly.

"Little bit, but it's nothing I can't hanlde." You said with a smirk, making your way to the kitchen to start dinner.

You set out all the different ingredients and took out a pot, turning on the stove to boil water. Abby came to take a seat at the island so she could watch you cook. You were in the process of stirring the pasta and making the sauce when you decided to make conversation.

"So, how was your day?" You asked, your back turned to Abby.

"Good, good. Nice to have the day off." She answered.

"Yeah, you're lucky. Miley got sick today, it was bad." You recounted the worst part of your day.

"Oof, that sucks. I'm so happy I don't work with children. Dogs are so much easier to take care of." She smiled.

Abby worked at a dog groomers, which you'd never fail to believe was easier than a daycare.

"I bet." You chuckled.

Once dinner was finished, you set out two bowls and put Abbys in front of her. Then you placed yours at the chair beside her. You grabbed drinks from the fridge then went to take your seat. Abby all but moaned when she took her first bite, swearing by your delicious pasta.

"You're so dramatic." You teased with a playful punch to her shoulder.

"Shut up." She retorted with a chuckle.

You'd let out a small laugh as well, shaking your head at how silly she was. Once the two of you finished dinner you decided to sit on the couch and have a drink. Halfway through your conversation, Abby couldn't seem to stop staring at her phone. And with a great big smile too.

"Who are you texting?" You finally asked, getting a bit fed up with how uninvolved she was with you right now.

"Oh, just this guy, Derek. We've been talking lately. I met him at work." She flushed red as she explained, and you felt your heart drop.

Abby likes a guy?

"Cool." You tried so hard not to sound bitter, but your efforts didn't work.

Abby hasn't seemed to notice though, so encaptivated with her texting. You rolled your eyes and stood, setting your glass in the sink then going to your room. She'd found it odd you'd go to bed without a word, but couldn't bring herself to care that much. She was too busy talking with Derek.

Fast forward a week later and Abby was now dating Derek, which you absolutely hated. If nor only for the fact that he wasn’t all that, and didn’t treat her nearly as good as he should’ve been. Every time he came around he just pissed you off, always saying or doing something. Nevermind all the times Abby had cried over some stupid fight he started.

But you did your best to be kind to him, except for the occasional slip up. If Abby already had to go through dating this asshole, you weren’t gonna make it any harder by being a bitch about it.

It was a Friday night and you had Dina and Jesse over to play cards and drink. Derek was invited as well, but seemed to be running a little late. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched Abby check her phone for like the tenth time in the past five minute.

“Abby, just leave it alone. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” You said, only to reassure her.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” She finally set her phone face down and took a swig of her drink, bringing her attention back to the game.

You smiled as you leaned into her a bit, your shoulders touching. She smiled back, nudging you playfully. About ten more minutes passed and there was a harsh knocking at the door, you rolled your eyes as Abby practically jumped to answer it.

She’d try to greet him with a hug, and he’d basically just feel her up at the door. Making you feel queasy as you pretended to vomit, getting a playful shove from Dina. Abby brought Derek over to sit, dealing him into the game. You sighed as you muttered under your breath,

“Boyfriend of the year over here, forty five fucking minutes late.” You took another sip of your drink.

“What was that?” He asked, his tone harsh.

“Nothing. Just find it interesting how you’re always late whenever Abby wants to hang out.” You said with a shrug.

“Ok well I’m a busy man.” He responded.

“Too busy to be on time for your own girlfriend, really?” You spoke with sass now, crossing your arms.

Abby sighed, standing as she pulled you up as well. She took you into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. You stood small now, knowing she was angry at you.

“What the fuck Y/n?” She asked aggressively.

“What.” You responded plainly.

“God, why do you have to be such a bitch?” She scoffed harshly, now raising her voice at you, “I mean seriously, I’ve never acted like this towards anyone you dated! Is it really so hard to just shut the fuck up and be happy for me!”

You looked down, unable to stop the tears that streamed down your face. Something that’d always happen whenever anyone yelled at you, and Abby knew this. But she seemed to have forgotten.

“’m sorry.” You muttered, your voice breaking.

She stopped yelling now.

“A-are you crying?” She asked, feeling bad.

“No.” You lied, turning away to wipe your tears.

“Hey, hey I’m sorry.” She apologized as she walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in.

You cried into her chest as you wrapped your arms around the back of her neck. She sighed, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“I shouldn’t of yelled.” She admitted, biting at her lip nervously.

“No, youre right. I have been a bitch. But I just- Abby you’re like so amazing. I mean your beautiful, smart, funny, and just overall perfect. You deserve the world, and he barely gives you the time of day.” You explained your intentions.

Abby couldn’t help but smile, letting out a small laugh as well.

“Thanks, you’re a really good friend.” Friend, God it was like a stab to the heart.

“Of course.” You’d respond.

“You know Derek isn't as bad as you think, he's actually pretty nice to me.” Abby said, sounding very unconvincing.

“Oh yeah? Name one nice thing he's done for you this week.” You challenged.

Abby sighed, now pulling away from the hug with a light frown.

“Well, he gave me a ride to the gym.” She even sounded unsure.

“Ok that's like a favor, you can get am uber for God sakes.” You argued.

“Ok, whatever!” She threw her hands up in frustration.

“I'm just saying, if you ever opened your eyes and just gave me a chance I’d treat you like the queen you are.” You announced, the drinks taking over as you'd never be so bold if you were in your right mind.

“What?” Abby asked, slightly taken aback.

“Uh, nothing, just- forget I said anything.” You blurted out, rushing out of the room and back to the table where your friends sat, and Derek.

Abby returned too, her face a bit flushed as she took a seat beside Derek. She cracked an awkward smile as he placed a kiss to her cheek, then pulled her into his lap. It was only a few minutes before she’d move away from him. He’d smirk, wrapping a hand around her waist to try and pull her back in.

“Derek, I’m not in the mood right now” She snapped, her voice harsh.

“Damn, ok. Don’t gotta be a bitch about it.” He brought his hands uo defensively.

You could let a lot of things slide, but as soon as that name came out of his mouth you lost it.

“Ok, seriously man what the hell.” You spoke with distaste, your arms crossing.

“What?” He asked, widening his eyes as if he’d done nothing wrong.

“You seriously just gonna call her that? Like it’s nothing? You’re a fucking asshole, Derek.” You spat out.

“You really gonna let her talk to me like that?” Derek asked Abby, crossing his own arms.

Abby’s leg bounced nervously, she seemed to think for a minute. Then she stood and went to sit beside you.

“Yeah, actually I am. Because she’s right. I’m fucking perfect, and y-you barely give me the time of day Derek.” She’d recited what you’d told her earlier.

You couldn’t help it when a proud smile spread across your face, and you brought a hand to rest on Abby’s shoulder to reassure her. Finally she stood up to the son of a bitch. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stood and grabbed his coat.

“Whatever, I’m out of here.” He spoke gruffly, clearly pissed.

“Good, don’t bother ever coming back. Asshole!” Abby called after him as he’d slam your front door shut.

Dina and Jesse sat in an awkward silence, ultimately deciding they should take off as well. You bid then goodbye and after they left was when Abby started to freak.

“Oh my god, holy fuck I can’t believe I actually said all that to him.” She spoke breathlessly, her hands running through her hair frantically.

“Hey, it’s ok. Not like you told any lies, he needed to hear it.” You tried to reassure her, following her as she paced and placing your hands on her shoulders as you stood behind her.

She let out a bitter laugh,

“Yeah, maybe, but I don’t know I feel like- like bad? I’m never mean like that. To anyone.” She explained.

“Unless they deserve it.” You reminded her, slowly rubbing at her shoulders to try and relax her.

She let out a heavy sigh, dropping her head into her hands. She groaned.

“You’re right.” Her voice was quiet.

“Exactly.” You responded, moving your hands to her waist as you pulled her into a hug from behind.

“Don’t even worry about it, ‘s all gonna be ok Abs.” You whispered in her ear, she let out a sigh of relief.

Her hands came to rest on top of yours, her head falling back onto your shoulder. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling a sense of security from your touch.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?” She asked, you nodded and started to clean up from your little game night as she brought a blanket to the couch.

You finished cleaning up and took a seat beside Abby, wrapping an arm around her shoulders with a smile as she laid her head on your chest. You’d grabbed the remote and just picked an older movie, one of the classics. Mostly because you knew it was one of Abby’s favorite genres. About halfway through the movie, you took immediate notice of how Abby was picking at her fingernails. Something she’d only do when she was feeling anxious. You let out a small sigh, taking her hands in your own.

“Abby, come on. It’s fine, I promise you.” She looked up at you with doe eyes, her brows furrowing with uncertainty.

“I don’t know Y/n, I still feel like shit. Like I’m a shit person.” She got extremely quiet, you almost couldn’t hear her.

“Ok, well that’s just not true. Abby, you’re a wonderful person, Derek was- he was an asshole, just like you said. I hate to see you worry like this. Especially over him, I mean ask anyone, he was a douche.” You tried your best to be reassuring, make her feel better about herself.

“I know, I know. You’re right.” She’d admit with a sigh, letting her head fall into your lap as she got more comfortable.

She brought a hand to rest under her head, her palm resting on your upper thigh. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you began to play with her hair. Since itd always be something to soothe you, you figured itd have a similar effect on Abby. And it must’ve because she was out like a light in no time. Or so you thought. Taking note that she was sound asleep, you let out a small sigh.

“God I am so in love with you. I just wish I had the courage to tell you.” You felt your bottom lip quiver the slightest bit, but you managed to choke back your tears.

You’d fall asleep yourself shortly after, but what you didn’t know was Abby had heard your confession loud and clear. And of course, she panicked, but only for a second. She was surprised, someone like you into her? Not that she hadn’t suspected it after your not-so sober words earlier that night about how you’d treat her if she gave you the chance. But now what the hell was she supposed to do, you’d confessed to what you assumed was a sleeping Abby. She’d act as if everything was normal for a day or two, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

You and Abby had found yourselves at a friend’s birthday party, although you barely even got to wish her a happy one. She’d thrown an absolute rage, so you saw her once then never again. You were a few drinks in and sat beside Abby on the couch, who oddly decided to stay sober. Probably to watch over you.

“Dance with me.” You tried to whisper, to her, but ended up shouting in her ear because you were so drunk.

“Alright.” She agreed hesitantly, standing and taking your hands in hers.

You smiled up at her as you brought her hands to your hips, your own coming to rest on the back of her neck. She felt a hot, red blush spread across her face as you leaned into her, pulling her unbelievably closer. She let out a sigh against your neck, her hands going to the small of your back.

“Hey, Y/n?” she prompted.

“Hm?” You responded with a hum.

“Um, you know the other night when everything kinda went down with Derek. Well, I-“ her breath hitched slightly, “I heard what you said. About how you’re i-in love with me.” She finally admitted.

And whether it was the booze or the realization of how deeply you thought youd fucked up, your stomach suddenly clenched hard. You pulled away from her immediately, brining a hand to your mouth.

“I-I’m gonna be sick.” You blurted out, running for the door.

Abby followed you, holding your hair back with a groan as you vomited over the porch fence. You sighed once it was through, leaning against the fence with a frown as you squeezed your eyes shut. You could help but panic, worried you’d ruined everything. Abby rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back, pulling you up.

“I’m gonna go get you some water, okay?” she told you, a hand on your shoulder.

You just nodded and watched as she walked away. Your hands flew to your face as you mentally slapped yourself, God you were such an idiot. Abby was probably all weirded out and uncomfortable now, what if she wanted to move out? Oh, geez, what if she didn’t wanna be your friend anymore? Every worst-case scenario was running through your mind. Abby returned shortly with a glass of water, a worried expression on her face as she encouraged you to drink it.

“Maybe we should head home, yeah?” she suggested once you’d finished your glass of water.

“Yeah, we should.” You’d agree, setting the glass on an outdoor table then following Abby down the porch steps before calling out, “Hey, Abby?”

“Yeah?” she answered, turning around to face you.

“Uh, wha- how-“ you let out a frustrated sigh, “How do you feel about what I said before?” you finally managed to get it out.

“Well, I think that you treat me right. And, you’re like really pretty.” Sounded promising so far, but she had yet to say the three words you longed to hear.

She stepped forward, taking your face in her hands. You felt like your heart stopped right then and there, and then it was beating a mile a minute as she brought her lips to your own. Sighing into the kiss, you brought your hands to her hair. She pressed at your bottom lip with her tongue, and you immediately opened wide so she could slip it into your mouth. The way she moved it around your own felt like magic. When she finally pulled away, your were both panting for air.

“So, I’m guessing you like me back?” you asked with a smile as you rested your forehead against hers.

“Of course, idiot. In fact, I love you back.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose, cheek, and then your lips once again.

“Now come on, let's get you home, pretty girl.” You smiled at the compliment, following her to the car and thanking her as she opened the door for you.

[kaeru483]

~writing share~

oof, y'all have been so nice to me tagging and sharing and inspiring and i just love you all so much i wanna give you all a big smooch

BUT! i instead offer you some of what i've been working on this week. below you'll get to meet linden, the oldest brother who is super scary and questionable but also canonically the best dressed, and see thalia feel something other than mad :)

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Down in the shop, I hear the firm whispers of a secret conversation. I quietly stand from my bed, smoothing my pants as I tiptoe to the top of the stairs. I sit on the very top step, leaning my head towards the storeroom to eavesdrop on the conversation below. 

“What do you think they can do for you?” Rowan speaks softly, and Needa replies in turn.

“What else can we do, Rowan?” I can hear the fear punctuating her breaths, as if she is shaking right to her core. I hear Rowan sigh as she continues: “There’s nothing we can do on our own.”

“Need I remind you of the last person who showed up to The Council unannounced?” he spits out, interrupting her. The silence that follows is so thick, even I can feel it hidden atop the stairs. My brow furrows–The Council? I stand back to my feet, and walk to the bottom of the stairs, catching Rowan and Needa off guard. They stare at me in silence, as if they’re waiting for me to say something. I grab my rain jacket off the hook near the door, and nod to them as I walk out the front door. There is only one person I need to speak to right now, and it’s best if I go speak to him alone.

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I don’t bother to pull my hood over my head as I journey to the castle on the other side of town. The rain feels cool on my still heated cheeks. The streets are empty, lit only by the windows of homes and the setting sun reflecting off the wet stone. Despite everything, my father has always said I am welcome in the castle at any time, so the Sentinels barely notice as I climb the stone steps to the grand wooden doorway between them. I run my hands over my wet face and hair, shedding water onto the stone floor and leaving a small puddle. I toss my wet jacket over my arm and scan the main corridor for any sign of life. 

I hadn’t expected the castle to be so calm after such an alarming event in the market. More Iron Sentinels are posted around the castle, standing stoic against the stone in their black leather armor and iron swords sheathed on their hips. Since my father’s coup, the Iron Sentinels became the primary defense against Mystics and Mystic-supporters. The soldiers of King Eamon’s army who stayed loyal to my father’s cause were promoted to Sentinels and given posts throughout the city. Ash was promoted to the leader of the Steel Vanguard, the strongest squadron of Sentinels in Windfell. I wanted to be so proud of him, but these ends could never justify those means.

I wander down the corridor towards my father’s office, running my hand along the cool stone walls to keep my blood from boiling. This castle is a constant reminder of the evil my family has wrought on the land and I can’t seem to quell the rage boiling in the pit of my stomach. I reach my father’s office door and push it open gently. The room is empty, and I sigh quietly in relief. I enter the dark and dusty room, gazing at the tall bookshelves behind the large wooden desk. The books on the shelves are dusty as if they haven’t been touched in years. Papers are scattered around the desk, and I pick one up to read it. 

“URGENT MESSAGE to Iron King Alaric Blackthorne from Iron Inquisitor Colonel Phoenix Fahlgren: Our squadron has been forced to retreat from the border of Avalore. Mystic attacks have increased threefold and our numbers have been diminished. We request—”

“Well, look who finally came in from the rain.” I am startled by the voice in the doorway, and shove the letter back down on the desk. I turn to see Linden leaning very casually against the wooden door frame. I cross my arms across my chest and glare at him as he stands in the doorway, blocking the only exit with his slender frame. He mimics my stance by crossing his arms across his own chest. 

“Where is he?” I ask coldly. I don’t want to deal with Linden’s games today. As a child, he was eerily quiet, always with his nose buried in a book. Despite his quiet nature, he was always adept at spinning tales to get Ash and I in trouble just to watch as our father would lecture us about our behavior. These days, he’s the liaison between the Acolytes, who keep the city running behind the curtain, and our father. How fitting that he be the face of the shadowy enforcement group--the ones you never see until it's too late.

“Dad’s busy,” he says as he glides past me to Dad’s desk, gently pushing the papers around without looking at any one in particular. “I’ll tell him you stopped by.” He doesn’t look at me as he speaks. My cheeks begin to flush with heat as I face my brother. Even now, he is a spitting image of our father. His hair is dark and straight, and when he laughs, he reveals his white teeth, perfectly straight with a small gap between the front two. He still maintains his boyish charm, but something dark stares back from behind his dark brown eyes. 

“Do you want to fill me in on what the hell happened out in the marketplace?” I realize too late that I am almost yelling at him when his face falls to a dark glare. The silence is heavy on my chest as I wait for my brother to respond.

“You know what happened,” he spits out. I’ve struck a nerve in him, and I want to keep plucking that string until he tells me what I need to hear. 

“No, Linden. I don’t.” I can’t hold back the anger in my voice. “A man is screaming in the streets, and our brother slaughters him in front of the entire town.” Linden doesn’t respond, merely closes his eyes. “Why was he screaming? Why was he…” I pause to wait for Linden to meet my gaze. My question is almost a whisper “Why was he glowing?” Linden sighs deeply and drums his fingertips on the desk while he thinks. I stare at him, desperate for any response. 

“Because–” he’s as quiet as I am– “he was a Mystic.” The silence is palpable as the weight of his words sit on my heart. He makes his way to the bookshelf behind the desk, searching before selecting a thick tome on a high shelf. He brushes the dust off the cover, and holds it out to me. I take it, silently. All our lives, Linden has been a quiet but calculated jackass. He could lie his way out of any situation, place all of the blame on one of us and get away with murder if he wanted to. But this Linden, the one before me now, is different. His words are more cruel and his eyes are colder, but this is a genuine gesture. I look from my brother to the book in my hand. The title reads “The Codex of the Imbued Ascendants” in faded gilded font. By the look of the worn and musty pages, this book is older than even our father’s father. 

“Why are you giving me this?” I run my fingers across the embossing along the spine, looking at the worn edges of the pages. I meet Linden’s gaze, and he is staring at me with a ferocity I haven’t seen since the coup. His response is a forceful whisper as he closes the gap between us. I look up to meet his terrifying glare.

“If you don’t know by now, how do you expect to survive?” I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Everything that has happened in the last hour is turning over and over in my mind, trying to connect any of the pieces. Linden begins to leave, but stops at the doorway and looks back at me, expectantly.

“Linden,” my voice is quiet, as I’m still processing everything from watching a man die, to Linden doing something seemingly nice for me. He interrupts me, and waves at me to exit the office.

“Keep that book close to you. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” He ushers me out of the office as I tuck the book beneath the jacket over my arm. We walk in silence past the Sentinels that guard the stairwells to the main entryway, where there is still no sign of our father or brother. Without a word, Linden turns on the balls of his feet and disappears down a staircase away from the entryway and out of sight. I guess there’s only so much kindness he can handle at a time, I think to myself.

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Pov: she said something so smart but you are too distracted by how cute she looks

For the record all three of them are friends but Rengoku is the only person who owns her heart, but here it looks like Tengen may consider making her be his fourth wife (jk unless). It’s funny to see how small she is compared to the two of them since she’s about 5’5. But I sure do love the way Rengoku looks at her full of love and admiration. I can definitely see Tengen flirting with Akira for the fun of it to make Rengoku jealous. He does it because he heard her once say he was attractive so he likes to annoy her but cannon wise with Rengoku dead he still reminds her of his offer to become his wife so she won’t be lonely anymore. Y’all don’t needa worry I love the wives and ofc she declines.

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ARB Birthday Special: Reiaki Suzubayashi

~ June 14th ~

“Rock bottom will teach you lessons that mountain tops never will.”

Login Lines

“YAAAAAAAAHOO! Hell yeah, it’s my birthday yet again! I’m a whole ‘nother year older and I’m still somehow not dead yet! BOO YEAH!”

“Sometimes a day to kick back and chill is nice… but gotta admit! A day to be productive and get a whole lot of work done is the way to go! Now that’s a real self-pamper on my own birthday!”

Voice Lines

“Okay! So I think for the day, it looks like I’ve gotta head out to one of the luxury resorts out here! I, uh… I needa double check which hotel it is, my squirrel brain just doesn’t remember, ha! Her Majesty’s filming today so I gotta get her all dressed up for TV! Today’s a good day to be celebrating with other employees, some of my favorite people in the city! I had a video edited and all ready to go on this epic day, so it’s gonna be an ultra productive day today!”

“I just loved, loved, loved reading through all my fans’ sweetest birthday messages! It felt like I was just being showered with nonstop love! I did receive some early presents in my P.O. Box, and I don’t think that’s gonna be the end of it… oh well! I’ll never say ‘no’ to presents! Lots of fan letters, little spoopy plushies, and lots more!”

“Gah!! Holy shit, Your Majesty, you scared the dark soul outta me! I know! Can you believe it?! Pffft! The hell’re you talking about, Your Majesty? You on something? Fuck, nothing gets past you, huh? What does it matter, anyway… you probably can read what’s on my mind anyway… hah! I… it happened again. Truthfully… I received a letter from… him yesterday… Reminds me to wonder what the hell whatever afterlife entity is out there must be thinking— since they let me of all people live… like, why me? What’s even worse… I feel like I’m going to kill someone very important to me one of these days… Because I can’t control myself…! Hah! I’m pathetic, aren’t I… Sorry, I didn’t wanna dump all this on you… But I guess I do feel a bit better yapping on and on like that! Sniff!”

“‘Hold out my hands,’ you say… I don’t know if I trust you all that much when you’re like this… ugh, okay fine, I’m closing my eyes… The hell is this? A frame with a clown hand…is this Pennywise from the movie ‘It’? You made this?! Ohhhh my god, how do you find the time to make stuff like this all the time? I mean, I guess… Hehe… I think my roommates love it already…! And I definitely think it’s cute, too! Thank you, Your Majesty… Man, I wouldn’t trade being with you and Miku for anything in the world…”

“Oh, Miku-chan! It… it’s nothing! Sniff! Anyway, did you need something? Awwww, thanks! You got me something, too? Ooooo lemme see lemme see!”

“Oh, that’s cute! It 100% fits in with my room! I’ll bring these into my room and then we can all set out for today’s activities! Dang, you’re not usually this expressive! Thanks a bunch Miku-chan, you really made my day! Thank you… Can I hug you? Awww!!! Really, thank you so much… I don’t know what I’d do without you or Her Majesty… Thank you for still putting up with me…”

Queen Card Lines

“Dear me, is it your second birthday as an esteemed member of R.I.P Märchen already? Heavens, how time has passed. Though it would seem you are not exactly in a celebratory mood. Talk to me, my dear, what’s the matter? Reiaki-chan… That may be so… however, you will surely feel relieved to release what is on your mind. I see, tell me more. Did something happen to warrant this most recent case? So it bothers you to this extent… It would seem that before we embark on the drive to the hotel, I have matters of my own to take care of, my dear…”

“I may have the thing to lift your spirits. Hold out your hands, my dear. Tis but a simple frame crafted with my own two hands. Just the same way you craft all of your prosthesis yourself rather than going out to buy pre-made ones. Hang this up in your room along with the thousands of other ornamentations you possess. And I to you, you are a valuable asset to this team, no… all of Tokyo. Thank you for being you.”

Miku Lines:

“Hey, Reiaki… Happy birth— Your eyes are red and puffy… are you okay…? O-okay, then… just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that’s all…”

“You’ve been collecting the candles I’ve been making for you, but they’re just… there. So here’s something you can use to hold them. And since you’re a big fan of all things cooky and grim, I think this fits your room just fine. And it’s made out of jesmonite, so it’s totally sustainable. Aish… you’re welcome… Happy Birthday… Ugh… just this one time…”

The colors that surround you… they’re tainted. Dull… grey… that vividness I see on you all the time isn’t there now. You haven’t been this tainted since…

Is it because of that person? How fucking dare he… This is the one day Reiaki should be full of life and surrounded by the most beautiful of colors… I hope he’s proud of himself for this… I’ll kill him one of these days…

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Hi! I wanna order some old fashioned jealousy with Billy Russo pls ❤️

hi nonnie! thanks for stopping by the bar! ❤️

headcannon below the cut

billy russo & jealousy

billy russo is the kind of guy that swears he doesn't get jealous

he's annoyingly good looking (& he knows it), owns his own company, has more money than I think he knows what do to with, surrounds himself with the finer things in life, and always gets what he wants

he doesn't think he has anything to be jealous of

until you come along

until your attention is on something other than him

billy talks a big game, but deep down, he's a huge softie, & he's still that little orphan boy at heart that just wants to be loved and important to someone

it could be something small, like he notices you're working a lot lately and don't have as much time to see him, so he's constantly dropping by your office with coffee or lunch, but mainly it's to make sure everyone you work with knows you belong to him

of course you see right through him and call him out on his true intentions

"what, I can't come bring you lunch, doll? if you can't get off work in time for a date, i'll bring the date to you."

or maybe he notices you're spending more time with your friends than him lately, and keeps making comments about it in passing

"you're goin' out with them again? didn't you just see them last night? c'mon darlin', come out with me instead. haven't gotten you to myself in awhile."

he never comes right out and says he's jealous you aren't giving him your full, undivided attention, because he's terrible at expressing his true feelings

in the midst of yet another argument about how you're spending your time lately, I can see him accidentally letting it slip that he wants you to move in

"if you'd just fuckin' move in already, I wouldn't have to schedule time to see my own goddamn girlfriend."

being the self absorbed little shit he is, he doesn't notice what he's said until he finally shuts the fuck up and realizes that you've stopped arguing back with him and your face is frozen in shock, and only then does he back track and finally come clean

"wait...fuck that's not...that's not how I meant to ask you that. I was gonna-shit, this is all wrong. I...look i'm sorry, alright? i'm not tryin' to be an ass here. I just...I miss you, that's all. I feel like I don't get to see you as much as I want to. I just...wanna spend more time with you, doll. that's it. I wanna be selfish sometimes and have you all to myself. I hate havin' to share you all the time."

his jealousy is hard to detect when it comes to certain things, but when it comes to someone openly flirting with you-

oh it is very fucking easy to tell

if billy russo is anything, it's possessive, and if he even thinks someone is trying to hit on you, or you're being a little too nice to another man for his liking, he loses it

if you're getting hit on, billy won't hesitate to come right up to you, wrap his arm around your waist tightly to pull you into his side, and introduce himself as your boyfriend to whoever it is with pure murderous rage in his eyes

if he's feeling particularly enraged, he might just come up and pull you in for a heated kiss right in front of that person, making a show of visibly slipping his tongue past your lips and grabbing your ass before even acknowledging the person's presence with a cocky smirk

"oh, hello. who's your friend, darlin'?"

but if you're the one he thinks is flirting-

he's roughly dragging you to the nearest bathroom/supply closet/etc. to remind you exactly who you belong to

"billy, I was just being nice-" "the only person you needa be nice to is me. now why don't you get on your knees and show me how fuckin' nice you can be."