#im not gonna waste my time yelling at them even if i do think it's wack

[theloveinc]

It’s not bait sorry if it came off that way. I live in a red state and I yam scared and I just wanted to see what others thoughts were on it 😭

you know.... i wish i had something more hopeful to say but like......... red states have been going nuts with the censorship stuff lately, not even in terms of just internet safety, but like.... literally raiding schools for LGBTQ books and banning changing your gender on your drivers license and stuff..... so i have no idea !!!! how this will go or what to think abt it!!!

i def think it's stupid and just apart of the government's larger goal of using stupid "laws" to oppress and silence people (i can imagine so many ways this "policy" wouldn't even alter spaces like tumblr and would instead be used to target individuals trying to spread helpful information)

but until we know........ 1. if there is a likelihood of this being passed, and 2. how it will actually affect us..... i'm just not going to worry abt it (and you shouldn't either, unless you live in like....... florida. sorry florida).

[marksmelodies]

out of everything i love you the most

idol renjun x fem reader

angst/fluff

warnings: cursing, kissing

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“y/n im not going to say it again let’s go” renjun stands at the entrance of your shared apartment with one foot out the door. you two had plans to go on a night trip with the dreamies to busan

“ geez i’m coming just one second” you yell to him from the bathroom,you underestimated how long it would take you to get ready, even though your boyfriend tried to tell you to get ready earlier you refused thinking you had enough time, and now you’re running late,as you rush to apply the rest of your makeup you hear him yelling at you again “ i’m gonna leave without your ass if you’re not out the door in five seconds. five, four, three-”

“ okay im done” you say spraying perfume and running out the door

you both run through the train station frantically trying to find your train as renjun continues to yell at you for making him late and not being able to find the right train,finally as you enter your train you look around to find the boys all sitting together

“ it’s about time, my god i didn’t think you were going to make it” jeno says laughing

“ yeah you can thank her for that” renjun rolls his eyes looking at you, as the train begins to move you both sit down next to each other, you sigh looking out the window

“ give me the tickets for the art gallery i don’t trust you with them” you heard your boyfriend say, you look at him with wide eyes

“ oh my god i forgot them” you panic

“ are you fucking kidding me right now, i told you to get them and put them in your purse” he yells in a hushed tone

“ you were rushing me renjun i forgot”

“ i wouldn’t have rushed you if you had listened to me in the first place, what the hell are we going to do huh, we’re going all this way for the art gallery which is sold out, it’s not like we can re buy tickets”

you look at renjun with anger as he returns the same look back. you get up and move seats sitting by chenle,you look at your boyfriend who’s typing away on his phone

“ god i cant stand him sometimes” you say loud enough for him to hear as you look out the window

“ feelings mutual” he responds back to you

“ i feel like every time we hangout with you two you’re both fighting more times then not” haechan says looking at the two of you

“ dude shut up you’re not helping” mark smacks his arm,the rest of the ride was silent ,finally getting off of the train the group heads to the the gallery

“ i’m sorry babe i didn’t mean to cause this” you apologize attempting to hold his hand

“ get off of me” he pulls his hand out of yours walking faster leaving you behind, you take a deep breath trying not to cry as you tried to keep up with him

when you arrive to the art gallery you look at renjun not knowing what to do since you left your tickets at home

“you guys go ahead, we’ll find something else to do” renjun suggests

the boys try to come up with ideas to get you both into the gallery, jisung and jeno even offered their tickets but renjun refused

“ renjun walk slower please my legs are short” you yell to him, running to try and keep up

“what do you want to do, since you got us into this mess… ” he stops sitting at a bench looking to you

“ i don’t know”

“ if you’re going to keep moping around im leaving you here and going on my own”

“ fine id rather be alone then be with you right now” you say under your breath

“ god you’re such a brat”

you search on your phone for things to do around you

“ there’s a cable car we can go on and then maybe walk through the markets” renjun nods without looking at you as he gets a taxi

the ride there was quite, you had tried to get renjuns attention multiple times but it was clear that he was ignoring you

walking up to the ticket booth you try and beat renjun there so that you can buy the tickets. renjun steps in front of you cutting your place in line

“ babe i’m gonna buy them since you wasted your money on the tickets i forgot” you explain

“ no you’re not go sit down and wait for me” without wanting to argue anymore than you already are you follow his instructions and sit down on the bench waiting for him,at this point in the night you just want to go home, you’re tired, you’re anxious, and of course upset

renjun waves you down with the tickets in his hands

maybe sitting in a tiny space across from each other hundreds of feet in the air while in a fight wasn’t the best idea, the only sounds are cart moving on the cable and the city below you,you look up to your boyfriend who is sitting with his arms crossed looking out the window,sighing you get up moving to sit next to him wrapping your arms around him in a hug

he doesn’t react

“listen, i understand you’re mad, and you have the right to be, i know you were really looking forward to the art gallery and i feel horrible for leaving the tickets behind, i’m sorry for the way i reacted it was wrong and immature,i love you jun, i don’t want us to fight anymore” he looks over at you once you start sniffling

“ come on don’t cry” he wipes the tears away with his thumbs,taking your head leading it to his chest to hold you

“ it’s not your fault, i shouldn’t have blamed it on you, just because i asked you to grab the tickets dosent mean that i shouldn’t have double checked and make sure we had them before we left and…. i need to work on my temper, you don’t deserve me lashing out at you, i’m really sorry, i love you” he kisses your forehead “ and yeah i was looking forward to the art gallery but mostly i was looking forward to spending time with you” he rubs your back

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sorry this one is so short!! i hoped you enjoyed <3

[inf3ct3dd]

002. HELLO?

warnings: none!!!!

authors note: oooo it’s getting cray cray guys…insane even….also r just means reader 😓

previous chapter. next chapter. masterlist.

“HEY! YOU TWO! STOP THAT.”

you hear your gym teacher yell from across the track, a disappointed look on his face.

you finally disconnected your lips from abbys, looking back at her absolutely mortified.

abby looked…unnervingly casual. her eyebrows were slightly raised, eyes open wide and mouth slightly agape.

“that was-um”

not letting her finish her sentence, you immediately started running away from her, back into the gymnasium.

“HEY-“

her words are cut off by the door slamming behind you, quick footsteps moving you towards the bathroom.

mina followed behind you, mouthing a small apology to abby before going after you.

abby just stood there, in the middle of the track, lips slightly shiny from your lipgloss.

she wiped her chin off, and tried to process what the fuck just happened.

and before she could, ellie was storming towards her.

“anderson, what the fuck is your problem? we’re broken up for not even two weeks and you make a move on my girl?” ellie angrily huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

“hey, she kissed me first.”

abby replied, slightly confused by ellies words.

“oh fuck off abby, you’re just doing this to be a bitch. you don’t need to drag her into our stupid shit.”

“doing what?”

ellie scoffed before rolling her eyes and walking away, leaving abby in even more confusion.

“r, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

mina had finally caught up to you, stopping to catch her breath and putting her hands on her knees and crouching over.

you had made it to the bathroom, standing inside a stall freaking-the-fuck out.

you stay silent, body stiffening at the sound of her voice.

“i know its you, i can see your shoes.”

you sigh in defeat and walk out of the stall, walking over to mina and leaning on the sink.

“….soooo….”

“mina im literally gonna die. right now. in this nasty-ass bathroom. i’m never showing my face in public again.”

you run your hands down your face before resting them on top of your head

“okay, i don’t think thats gonna happe-”

“how do you know? i feel like im having an actual heart attack right now. WHY DID I DO THAT???”

“you can’t ask me, im not the one who did it!!”

she’s sitting on the bathroom counter, slightly swinging her feet and resting her weight on her hands, planted on her sides.

you turn and look at her with a pathetic frown on your face,arms crossed in front of you.

“now i have to move countries and change my name and hide from abby forever and mina im DYING.”

“okay……i was gonna say you’re being dramatic but maybe you arent.”

“not helping.” :(

she thinks for a second before talking again.

“well, she didn’t seem mad.”

she honestly didn’t. and it was WEIRD!!!!

“but ellie did.”

which wasn’t as weird.

you spent the rest of the day hiding in your hoodie, shrinking your presence even more than before. abby wasn’t lying when she said you had similar schedules. she didn’t confront you or anything, and she didn’t really say anything to you, she just looked at you a few times in class. and every time she did, you hid your face in your arms on your desk.

god, she probably thinks im insane.

i really hope she didn’t say anything to any-

“can we go home? i don’t wanna live in this car.”

you’re snapped out of your daze by your sister, kitty, still wearing a helmet,making you tighten your grip on the steering wheel.

“sorry.” you dryly reply, moving the gear stick to reverse.

“are you good? you’re being way quiet today….it’s weird. you’re usually like constantly annoying me-“

“im fine, don’t worry about it.”

she simply shrugs and goes back on her phone.

you start reversing the car, and nearly have a heart attack when you almost run someone over.

“HEY!”

you hear a voice thats all too familiar , turning around to see abby behind your car.

she wastes no time walking to your window, and you unwillingly roll down your window.

“im really sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“you messing with me or something today baker?”

she chuckles, resting her arms on your open window. too close for comfort.

you nervously laugh in response, an awkward smile plastered on your face.

“whos this?” abby motions to your sister in the passenger seat.

“oh uhm..my sister-“

“kitty. who are you?”

she interrupts you, giving abby a questioning look.

“abby. nice helmet, i should’ve had one.”

kitty and abby both laugh, and you want to sink into your seat right then and there.

“im really sorry abby, i didn’t mean to.”

“well, maybe check your rear mirrors more. i gotta go. maybe don’t hit me this time?”

abby moves herself off the window, hand resting on her bag strap. you offer another laugh.

“bye abby.”

abby gives the both of you a small wave before walking away. you wait until she’s completely gone to finally back out of your parking spot and start driving, nerves still a wreck.

“oooooo you have a girlfriend!!!”

kitty giggles, staring at you.

“shes not my- we’re friends.”

yeah, your friend who you just kissed in the middle of the track field.

“isn’t that what ellie said to y-“

“KITTY.”

♩♪♩♬. hello?

you felt the wind on your face, pedaling your bike down the street. despite it still being august, it was cold and foggy outside, painting the streets in various shades of grey and dark green. thats seattle for you.

you finally reach your destination, popping out the kickstand and setting down your bike on the pavement.

the door of the diner chimes when you push it open, the bells hung on the corner ringing. you sit down at the long table by the window, setting down your backpack on the table. you come there a lot. to get away from your house, to calm down, to do homework, and you used to come here with ellie.

“long time no see.”

your favorite waitress, joyce, walks up behind you.

you turn around and smile at her, feeling at ease with her presence.

“yeah, i’ve been kinda busy.” you lie.

“where’s your friend?”

‘friend’. she was talking about ellie. the slight mention of her makes your stomach churn.

“oh uh…we’re not really friends anymore.”

you say, smile falling.

“oh, thats a shame. you just want your shirley? or something different?”

she replies, smiling back at you.

“the shirleys fine, thanks.”

she nodded and walked away. you felt like you were going back into your dramatic-phase, feeling your chest tighten at the mention of ellie.

the two of you went here almost every day after school. it started because you didn’t want kitty bothering you while the both of you studied, but you two just liked the atmosphere. it was a pretty old diner, having been there since wayyy before you both were born. all of the decor was red white and blue, and it looked straight out of a 50’s movie. you usually just got drinks (your shirley temple, and ellies cherry coke), but you’d occasionally get some fries or a burger if you were hungry. they have the best burgers. you both just sat and talked to each other for hours. time had always seemed to slow when you were with her, she’s just so easy to talk to. about school, family stuff, shows you both liked, and of course ellie loved talking about random space facts and stuff about dinosaurs, casually slipping them into conversations. you always listened tho, cuz it was her.

you feel that same weight in your stomach you always did when you thought about you and ellie, face slightly falling into a pout. your daydreaming is interrupted by joyce bringing you over your drink, setting it down with a smile. you thank her and finally stop thinking about ellie, instead pulling out your folder and starting on your calculus homework. mr renee had a reputation for assigning homework on the first day. asshole.

you put on your headphones and started working, stopping to take a sip of your drink every once in a while. you’re almost finished when you feel someone standing behind you.

“r?”

your headphones hide her voice, but you turn around to face her, pulling them onto your shoulders.

and low and behold, its abby.

why? she’s never been here before. did she find me or something?

“hey.” she spoke, a small grin on her face.

“how did you know i was here?” you question , a confused look on your face.

“i have my sources.” she replies, sitting down on the stool next to you.

you slightly raise your brow at her, but try to brush it off.

maybe she just…saw me in the window.

theres an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, abby tapping her fingers on the table, and you pretending to look at your homework.

“i think you already know what im gonna ask about.”

your face suddenly goes hot, and you start fidgeting with your hands. shit.

“i’m really sorry abby, i just…..”

you hesitated, not wanting to continue your sentence.

“just what? wanted a kiss? yknow, you could’ve asked me.”

you slightly chuckle at her reply, becoming a liiiittle more at ease. she’s joking!!

“…i was trying to make someone jealous. its kinda stupid, i know. my brain just….didn’t work as fast as my body.”

“who were you trying to make jealous?”

“….ellie.” you replied, finally looking at her.

she laughed, almost too loud, and a proud smile appeared on her face.

“that’s where i remember you from, you’re ellies girl.”

“was.” you utter.

she doesn’t remember me from being in the same school for 6 years? ouch.

“well, good. shes a piece of shit anyways, i don’t know why you even got with her in the first place.”

she replies, smug as ever.

“yeah, guess it was a stupid decision.”

you chuckle, staring down at your hands.

“i’ve made a lot of stupid decisions too.”

abby says, noticing how your face slightly fell with your response.

“like what?” you ask, looking back up at her.

“yknow nora?”

you nod, waiting for her elaboration.

“we dated for a while, then i caught her with owen at a party. owen. like, are you serious???”

“dude, that’s brutal. same thing happened to me with ellie. but like….it thankfully was not owen.” you reply, slightly laughing. you feel a sense of relief washing over you now that the awkward atmosphere is gone.

abby stops for a second, looking like she’s thinking about something.

“okay, i have an idea, but its like….kinda crazy.”

“what is it?”

“what if we like…pretended we were dating?”

“seriously?”

“why not? you can make ellie jealous, and i can make nora jealous. kill two birds with one stone.”

you hesitate for a second. ellies already mad, why not make her even more upset?

“yknow what? yeah, we should.”

abby smiles at you, and you return it with a grin.

“you hungry?”

“a contract? really?”

abby laughed, grabbing a fry and dipping before taking a bite.

“hey, we’re being professional!”

you joke, pulling out your notebook and a pen. the two of you had been talking for almost an hour, and eating the burgers abby ordered for you. the conversation went by so easily, the two of you plotting your amazing plan and joking the whole time. the table was filled with laughs and smiles, and you felt the same warmth you always did in this diner.

“alright then ms. businesswoman, what’re you gonna put on it?”

abby questioned you, taking the last sip of her shirley temple. what a copycat!!!

“hm…..okay, number one, no kissing.”

abby put on a fake pout and looked back at you.

“aw man, i wanted another one!”

you both giggled, and you wrote down the words on the paper.

“only if absolutely necessary.”

“when is kissing someone necessary?”

“sometimes you just gotta.”

abby lets out a small chuckle, and eats another fry.

“you can put your hand in my back pocket. ‘s more romantic.”

“why that?”

“like in sixteen candles!”

“…what is that?”

“oh my gosh, you’ve never seen sixteen candles?”

“nuh uh.” her words are muffled as she eats another fry.

“im putting that in the contract.”

abby rolls her eyes jokingly.

“okay…number two, no snitching.”

“rule one of fight club, don’t talk about fight club.”

you slightly raise your brow at her, not understanding the reference.

“seriously? you’ve never seen fight club?”

you shake your head no.

“put that on there too.”

you write down ‘sixteen candles/fight club double feature’ on the paper, with a smiley face next to it.

“i could write you notes? i said i’d do that for nora, but i forgot.”

“you gonna forget again?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

“i won’t. i promise.”

you write down the rule, taking a sip of your drink.

“andddd you have to go my games.” abby added.

of course ms. star lacrosse player needed you at her games. did you understand lacrosse at all? absolutely not. but she didn’t need to know that!

you scribbled it down on the paper, nodding to abby.

“and parties.”

“am i your trophy wife or something?”

“hey, we aren’t fake-married yet.”

you both erupt into laughter, the sound echoing through the almost empty diner.

“fine, you have to drive me and kitty to school.”

“oh? you’re an amazing driver, why don’t you wanna drive yourself?”

you roll your eyes at her sarcasm, writing down the rule underneath the one before.

“anddd one last thing. ski trip.”

every year , your school brought the seniors on a ski trip. its an overnight trip in the mountains, and it was notorious for students sneaking out and partying. (and hooking up.) it was later in the year, during winter.

“you think we’re still gonna be doing this by then?”

“hey, you never know.”

abby shrugs, and you write down ‘SKI TRIP’ in big letters on the paper. you write both of your names on the paper, and a line next to them to sign it.

“here.” you pass the paper and pen over to abby.

she signs her name before passing the paper back to you, letting you sign yours.

“you promise you wont break the contact?” you say, holding out a pinky towards abby.

abby lets out a light chuckle.

“promise.” she replies, before interlocking your pinkies.

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[wabatle]

☆~Pjsk boys getting jealous when someone flirted with you

(wa)batle nonsense:

i just combined these two to make it easier on me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

warnings: very small mention of pepper spray, fem reader (i don't think theres anything else i am very bad at adding warnings)

☆~Akito Shinonome

Akito would get very mad

He’d become very possessive, but then apologize for it later

He would put his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him to get his point across without even speaking

Akito would then tell the person about your relationship in a oddly threatening way

“I know what you’re trying to do. Back off. This is my girlfriend.”

If the person does not stop, you’ll just leave

He’ll tug your hand to walk away

If the person follows, remember how he punched Toya that one time?

Yeah, that’s what’s gonna happen.

violence is never the answer unless you’re akito

☆~Rui Kamishiro

Does not waste any time whatsoever

He puts his arm around you and pulls your head onto his chest

Rui would then smile in his Rui way and tell the person about your relationship

“Excuse me, this is my girlfriend you’re trying to seduce, and I’d prefer it if you left her alone.”

If the person doesn’t stop, he’s grabbing your hand and you’re running away

bye rude person

☆~Tsukasa Tenma

He gets mad in his Tsukasa way

Would 100% call you his co-star or the star of his life just to make the person know how much he loves you

“Hey! This is my co-star and she’s very tired from performing, so go away and let my star relax!!”

He’s still saying that even if you don’t perform with him

If the person doesn’t stop, he’s gonna yell

“WE’RE GONNA BE LATE, BETTER RUN!”

and off you go

on a separate note tsukasa is someone i cannot describe with words his reactions are so silly i love him sm

☆~Toya Aoyagi

The most respectful one out of everyone there

He’s staying polite no matter what happens

“Please leave my girlfriend alone. Excuse us.”

If the person doesn’t stop he’s probably about to threaten to call the cops or once again be polite and ask them to leave

why is he so polite omg

BONUS☆!

☆~KAITO

you can pick what kaito it is but it’s probably not niigo

edit: idek what im writing anymore is it even from pjsk or is it just kaito; the one that exists somewhere out there

Just laughs and wraps his arm around you

He’ll be polite but threatening too, a bit like Rui

But then he’ll actually threaten them if it gets that bad

“Excuse me, but in what place do you have a right to flirt with my girlfriend? Back off or else, haha!☆”

If they don’t stop he’s about to pull out a fake can of pepper spray to scare them off LMAO

help what kaito is this supposed to be is this even kaito help (ohedo julia night???)

[f1oricide]

We all have cravings

Yan! Mikey x reader

This is kinda like a part two for the Yan Mikey hc I made. Also just know this is strictly fiction, I do NOT support this Irl if you do please seek help. This is my contribution to horrortober ig. I did not proof read this at all so I hope u enjoy my brain rot.

Tw: build up, poor writing, blood, kidnapping, yandere themes, cannibalistic themes, anxiety, panic attacks, nonconsensual touching (nonsexual), overall bad time for y/n

I hate my job. Customer service is bitch in a half, I swear to god customer service employees are doing gods work. I can’t even wipe tables in piece without some lady yelling at me about how her frappe has too much ice like it’s a global issue. What’s worse is how I spend 8 hours of my life for this, I need a better job.

Walking down the slightly empty streets of New York, my body aching for my beloved bed. I look at the shops as I walk by, absorbing all the trinkets and doodads inside. One place though, stopped me in my tracks, a quaint little bakery near by an alleyway. the inside had a golden glow to it, it was almost unreal, beautiful, and the smell was amazing.

so as any normal young adult would do, I walk in, not knowing what I want to buy. I instantly feel regret setting inside my stomach, why did I walk in? Oh god I can’t just leave without buying anything, maybe they didn’t noticed I walked in? Looking around right as that thought sped through my mind, I made eye contact with the baker, they greeted me, but god of course they saw me.

Well due to social obligation, I HAVE to buy something. Panic started to rise as I still have no idea what to buy, knowing the baker isn’t even rushing me, the panic is still there. Just as I thought all hope was lost, I felt another pair of eyes on me. Turning I see a man in a trench coat and fedora, staring at me through the glass like I’m one of the wonders of the world. Weirdo. We make eye context for a second before he snaps out of it, and stumbles inside.

Thank god, an out I thought as the man walked closer to the counter. “You can order first if you’d like, Im still deciding.” We made eye contact again, despite the added difficulty the fedora he was wearing made. “Wow, thanks stranger! You know this place has some delicious raspberry sweet rolls! I totally recommend them if you haven’t tried any!” Sweet rolls? As a recommendation? This dude just keeps getting weirder and weirder, but considering I don’t know what else to get, I might as well try it, what’s the harm? “Hmm that does sound tempting, maybe I will” making sure to add a smile after, the man seems to beam at my remark. “Trust me, they are AMAZING especially with some chamomile tea and vanilla scones”

Pfft- What are you? A rich old white British lady? “Pfft hahahah! Good one, it really does sound like I am huh?” He continues to laugh even harder as the “joke” sets in as I stare in shock and horror. Did I really just say that out loud? “My names Mikey, what’s yours stranger?” He says while wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh uhm- y/n” were doing introductions now I guess. “Well y/n it’s nice to meet you” holding his hand out, I didn’t fail to notice the green skin and the three fingers outstretched towards me.

Oh my god, what the hell?! An excuse, think of an excuse. “We should probably order, don’t wanna hold up the line” good one me. He looks behind us and I follow suit; low and behold, no one else of course. He chuckles before turning back to me and says, “I guess you have a point”. Retracting his hand he turns to the cashier and places his order. The cashier told him that he’s gonna have to wait for 20 minutes for it to be ready, Mikey nods and turns to me before asking the cashier for those raspberry sweet rolls. Oh god-

“Oh can you make those separate?” I sputter before Mikey quickly answers, “I insist, I don’t want you to waste your money if you don’t like it!” Convincing argument plus free food? You win this round “Mikey”.

After paying Mikey and I go to sit down at a nearby booth. Maybe I have him pegged wrong my mind started rationalizing. Maybe it’s a medical condition? We sat for a good minute in silence as I’m overthinking per usual. “So, what do plan to do with a whole loaf of zope bread?” I say to avoid the loud thoughts buzzing through my head. “Oh! Well I was planning on making it myself but I might as well try this places zone, I’m planning on pairing it with some-“ before he can continue, the cashier called out the raspberry sweet rolls to catch out attention.

I got the rolls and walked back to the booth. “Well, here’s my order”

…

“So…see ya…”

Before I could even take a step though, Mikey shot up “whaaat?! B-but you didn’t even try it! I want to see if you like it or not!” He stared at me with pleading eyes, like a dog begging it’s human for a treat. Why is he so invested in this? “I didn’t think you’d want to know my feedback..” “well duhhh, I recommend it to you, I just have to know i hit the nail on the head!” Oh… well whatever it takes to leave faster. I grabbed a roll and popped it in my mouth, it was EXPLODING with flavor. I think Mikey could tell with the knowing smirk that spread across his face.

After that we started talking more in the restaurant, I got to know him more. Apparently he has three more brothers, when he made me guess which one he was, it wasn’t hard to tell he’s the youngest. Eventually his order was done, disappointment sent in me because, well, this was actually a pleasant interaction with a not so total stranger. Acquaintance if you will. By the time his order was ready, I already ate all the rolls, so I guess this is it.

“It was nice meeting you, I didn’t really plan staying out this late.” I said as we walked out, the sky nearly dark. “It was reallyyy nice meeting you too, you know…” he stated reaching in his pocket. “If you need any more expert cooking advice, give me a call!”

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That should’ve been it, but noooo, I just HAD to call back, we just HAD to get to know each other more, he just HAD to show me his “secret” identity…I just HAD to fall in love…no..for his tricks

It all started with food, a fucking roll no less. He fed me and like a wild animal I kept coming back. I ignored all the red flags, all my friends concerns, not noticing how they quickly left my life after venting to Mikey about them. I kept coming back for more like a dumb dumb animal.

But now here I am, a small closet with one twin bed and barren walls, no fan or vent. What did I do to deserve this? What avengers level threat did I cause to end up here? There’s barely anything to do besides relive old mistakes and sweat. Dare I say it, I even miss my job and being a useful member of society.

The door finally opened the reveal the devil himself, Mikey. But somethings off…I’ve been here long enough to read Mikey’s face like a book. He looks nervous, like he wants something nervous… fear started to creep within me, what did he want now?

Usually he brings stuff in like crafts or food and water, but this time, it’s just him. Closing the door behind him, he speaks. “Hi my Angel…” a grimace grew on my face. That nickname used to make me swoon, but now it makes me want to throw up. “I have a very important question to ask you”

This was the question that ruined my life…and I thought it couldn’t get any worse… he wanted me…ME. To… just the thought is making me gag- EAT HIM. LITERALLY. The thoughts in my head started swarming me, his justifications and explanations fall on deaf ears as the room swirls around me. He gently grabs my forearms snapping me back, since when did I start crying? I can’t even breath right, I feel like I’m drowning.

“Listen, I know it sounds really really REALLY crazy, but I need you to trust me… you’ll be okay. This will be good for us! We’ll be together all the time isn’t that great?” No, it’s not great, far from it actually. “I won’t force you to do it now of course, take your time, I’ll wait, I’ll always wait for you”

Ever since then, no matter how much I stalled, it was only putting off the inevitable. No matter what I did, it never swayed him. Actually, it did, but not how I would’ve wanted. He started giving me less and less to eat. It started off small with a few less portions, but I never noticed the twitch in his smile whenever I put down his encouragement to chomp on his arm. He started giving less portions and no breakfast anymore, id be lucky if he gave me dinner.

Im hungry, starving even. It hurts, it hurts so so much. He would always come in more often, lifting his arm and encouraging me to bite. “Come on, you can do it baby”. It pisses me off. How dare you kidnap me after I gave you my trust. How dare you put me in a cramped tiny room, having to solely rely on you for everything. HOW DARE YOU force me to break EVERYTHING I thought was RIGHT all while you look at me and TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.

.

.

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I hate you. I failed to notice hot tears running down my face. I hate you. I also failed to notice how hard I shook, how my teeth grinding against each other until it hurt. FUCKING I HATE YOU

Red, it’s all I can see. I used laughing when any character in media say they saw red, can you blame me? It sounds so…dumb, but I get it now. I understand, how ironic. Apparently, I could..taste red too…

Snapping back to reality a brick of drowsiness crashes down onto me, I must’ve had some high adrenaline because my jaw started hurting like a bitch. Liquid runs down my jaw, it’s warm..fresh. Why do I feel something on my tongue-

Shock slaps me in the face, my eyes go as wide as saucers, what have I done?? Looking up at Mikey I see the sheer amount of euphoria in his face, his eyes holding so much love, it might spill out. I need this thing out of me, I need HIM out. I gag trying to spit it out but he quickly puts his hand on my mouth. “you can do it, swallow quickly, it’ll all be over, your doing amazing” I don’t even think before swallow the lump down. The worst part about this whole experience was feeling the lump of meat slide down my throat and plop into my stomach. My mouth instantly starts salivating, and I’m forced to question if it’s because of the hunger still in me or the sheer amount of disgust and horror in me trying to throw it up while Mikey whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

Everything is too much. The air is too hot, too heavy, too wet. It feels horrible on my skin. It’s too noisy, to crowded, too much. Mikey only hugs me tight to his chest, his arm still bleeding , all while I lean in considering how it’s the only comfort I’ll get out of this hell hole. “I knew you’d trust me…I love you.. so so sooo much. I’ll never leave your side. We’re bound together as one, isn’t that great?”

All I could do was sob violently, slowly passing out, everything slowly fading to black.

[umeoniii]

aot men during sex

pt 1: eren, armin, jean,

!!: female bodied reader, nsfw, aggressive behaviors

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eren: i lowkey feel like he would be more on the aggressive side during sex. slapping, grabbing, hair pulling, headboard grabbing, ALL OF IT. i feel like after a really bad day like he’d obviously be very angry, you guys would get into an argument, then you’d end up seducing him or trying to make him feel better. and he’d literally fuck his stress and anger onto you. if i’m being honest if it was a horrible day he probably won’t even let you cum. but it wouldn’t matter because you’re happy if he’s somewhat okay. he likes missionary and doggy style and he’s both a giver and reviver though he prefers to give most of the time.

☆〜

“eren” you call out to your lover as he takes off his shoes. when he turns his head and you two lock eyes you notice a distressed look all over his face.

“hey you okay baby, was today another bad day?” you ask him. his response to the question was turning his head from you and sitting on the couch. “are you ignoring me?” you ask him as he skips through the channels on the tv. it’s not my fault he was having a bad day, so why is he ignoring me? you thought to yourself.

you sit down on the couch next to him creating a little bit of distance, but not too much. when you sit down he glances at you with a cold look. “do me a favor, get up and get me a glass of water.” he says not even taking the time to look at you.

“please”, you say to him hoping he’d at least use his manners. “im not in the mood to play with you y/n” he growls still not looking at you. “or what, what are you gonna do to me huh?” you tease thinking nothing of it. “im not fucking playing, today i’ve have an abominable day and you’re making things worse, don’t think i won’t do anything to you.” he yells as he gets up from the couch and grabs your face.

it scared you, you knew he could be a little aggressive at times but to think he would stoop this low, especially over a bad day at work. it lowkey turned you on being as helpless as you were.

you stared him straight in the eyes and he returned the glance. after a few seconds, he picked you up and walked to your shared bedroom. he threw you onto the bed and started taking off his clothes. once he was fully unclothed he undressed you. he pulled of your shirt and started unclamping your bra letting your breasts free. you helped and pulled off your panties, freeing your wet, shimmering cunt.

he wasted absolutely no time to shove himself inside of you. “e-eren” you stutter, your mind going blank as he starts thrusting into you. “fuck, you feel so good babe” he grunts grabbing your cheeks, smushing them together. his green eyes meet yours, you can barley see him as your vision goes blank from so much pleasure and friction.

“i love you baby” he says somberly to you. no response. he notices you not saying anything back and stops thrusting. he grabs your hair and brings your head close to his, too close.

you can feel his heavy breathing and feel the humidity surrounding both of your skin. “i said i love you, what do you say back?” you whimper as his grip on your hair grows tighter,

“stop ‘ren, please it hurts.” you groan looking at him. he gives you an almost insulting, revolting look. he slaps the side of your thigh, leaving behind a red mark. you whimper loudly. “say it, i already had such a bad day, please just say it” he shouts looking at you exhaustedly.

“of course i love you too eren.” you say stil looking into the eyes of your boyfriend. he smiles and inserts himself back into you. he continues rutting inside of you, nothing but the sound your your skin slapping together echoing throughout the room.

you start to feel him twitch inside of you, “fuck im about to cum, let me cum inside of you babe.” he says still gripping onto your cheeks. you nod at him, with such a foggy brain. seconds later he starts twitching more and he grunts and whimpers softly to himself. after he finished he pulls out and lays down on the bed. he grabs you and pulls you closer to his chest. he chest heaving, “you can cum later on, can’t you baby?” he says rubbing your thigh that he slapped earlier on. you nod at him.

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armin: now i feel like armin is kind of like eren in the fact that sometimes he doesn’t care if his partner finishes or not. sure he loves them but he’d probably just manipulate and whine his way into being the one receiving. BUT he’s not like that all the time, more or less 1/4 of the times. i feel like armin likes cowgirl, he likes when his s/o is more in control over him. he likes receiving, he does like giving but he much more prefers getting than giving. he loves it when his s/o sucks his dick.

☆〜

you run into the living room to armin seeing his eyes glued on the tv screen. “hey! pause it! im still trying to fix the snacks and you’re trying to watch it without me!” you yell at armin snatching the remote from his hands.

he turns around and looks at you “you’re taking too long and i want to hurry up and watch the movie” he whines looking at you. “just help me with the snacks, i clearly can’t trust you around the remote anymore.” you sigh dragging him into the kitchen. he helps put everything into the bowls and cups and sets them onto the table in the living room.

you both sit down on the couch together his arm around your shoulder. as the movie begins you try to adjust yourself making yourself comfortable, as you try to sit up you place your hand on his thigh. he moves a little, and with that movement your hand slips and brushes on his pants, over his crotch. he tried not to make anything of it, even though it was clear it started a fire in him, burning until you, the extinguisher , puts it out. 

you look at him noticing his face is flushed a crimson red. you ignore it and return giving your undivided attention to the movie. as time passes you notice armin moving around in his place, obviously not comfortable.

“you okay?” you shoot him a concerned look. “uh, yeah.” he says nervously looking back at the tv. obviously something wasn’t okay, maybe it had something to do with you accidentally touching his crotch area? you repeat your previous actions just to see if the theory was correct. he looked towards you “are you doing it on purpose?”. you look at him with a mischievous grin. “yeah.” he grabs the remote and pauses the tv.

“since you want it so bad, suck it.” he says in a serious tone. as if you were a dog following it’s owners commands, you unzipped his pants. after you pulled down his boxers you held his cock in your hand. as you held it you felt it get harder and elongate.

you start by kissing down his shaft and tip. he throws his head back onto the armrest of the couch. you start to suck his dick, shoving the whole of it down your throat trying your hardest not to choke. “fuck” he whines quietly to himself. you hollow out your cheeks and starts swirling your tongue around his sensitive pink tip. he slides his fingers into your hair and grips it, then he starts bobbing your head on his dick.

you use your hands to start jerking him using your own spit as lubricant. you look up at him with a grin and run your hands up his shirt feeling the hair from his happy trail all the way up to his chest. he looks down at you with a lazy smirk. “im gonna cum” he stutters.

he gets his thumb and uses it to extend the corner of your mouth as you continue to jerk him off above your mouth. and as quick as possible white strings of semen coats your face, hair, and tongue. as he whimpers and whines off his orgasm. he looks at you and pulls you in for a soft kiss. “let’s continue take the movie to our room” you say smiling at him.

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jean: i think that jean would definitely be a switch. totally. jean is more of the romantic type, he does it for everyone involved. he literally prepares every last detail. he’s the type to put a trail of rose petals leading up to the bed on the ground and he’s just laying on silk sheets with a silk robe on and a smirk LOL. he prefers giving, anything for his s/o. his favorite positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggy. cowgirl is his fav, he likes when his s/o rides him.

☆〜

tulips, my favorite you thought to yourself looking at the beautiful flowers jean bought for you. valentine’s day was today and jean spoiled you to death. he took you out to the mall, out for boba, to the movies, and he took you out to a super fancy restaurant. he bought you so much jewelry, clothes, makeup, and a lot of other things.

you looked at him while he was driving, his tattooed arm on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. “i told you how beautiful you look in that red dress, right?” he said looking towards you, the streetlights illuminating his face. you chuckle “like only a million times”, you look out the window.

he pulls up to your shared apartment. you open the door of his car. “ah ah, close the door” he says, you shoot him a confused look. he gets out and walks towards the passenger side and opens the door for you. “such a gentleman” you joke, kissing your lover on the cheek. you guys walk into the building and get into the elevator to your floor. once you guys reach it he was in a rush to get inside.

he carried the various bags to your shared bedroom and dropped them on the floor. you sit onto the bed with your arms crossed. “it’s cold.” you shiver looking around.

“ i can help us both get warm” he smirks. “by turning off the air?” you question.

“no you just wait here.” he says running off to the living room. you heard him go into the bathroom rustling around.

“okay, get up” he beckons you to stand. you get up and he gets behind you covering your eyes.

“now walk forward” you follow his requests and walk towards what you’re sure is the bathroom.

“okay now open” when you open your eyes your delighted to see the bathroom filled with candles and rose petals and champagne in a bucket of ice. he had a speaker playing slow r&b songs. you look at him with a smile.

you both undress and sit in the tub together. he looks at you admirably as if you’re an earth bound angel. he started running the back of his palms up your arm and muttering sweet praises.

“c’mere” he beckons you to his lap he starts kissing at your back and nibling on your shoulder and neck. you let out a relived groan. you turn your head towards him and start making out with him, your tongues swirling around each others mouths. he grabs you and brings you as close as possible. you then pull away.

“what? did i do something” he asks concerned.

“no, no let’s just… take this somewhere else. the water is probably not the best place to do this” you smile sheepishly. he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the bedroom where he drops lays you on the bed. still wet, he continues kisses down you body.

passionate kisses marking down the valley between your breasts going all the way down to your pussy. he kisses and laps at your cunt for a few seconds before he moves to the top of the bed and leans his back against the headboard, motioning for you to ride him.

you oblige and insert his cock into your cunt. you start slow by grinding slowly while he holds your waist. he can see his bulge through your stomach. you continue to go faster as he looks up at you with the most loving look on his face. you wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on top of his as you continue to ride him.

bouncing up and down you can feel your orgasm coming and you can feel jean twitching inside of you. “im about to cum jean.” you look raise your head and look at him. “im getting close to, let’s cum together baby” he grunts looking up at you. you grind into his lap more and feel it all crashing down a wave of please pulsing through both you and your lovers veins. he cums inside of you and holds you tight. embracing him in a tight hug you ask him, “what are we gonna do about the wet sheets?”

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a/n: omg guys this the longest thing i’ve written. i like it a lot though, i did very well. requests are open! pt 2: is gonna be bertholdt, reiner, and levi. then im gonna do the ladies >:)

[httpseiki]

can i request 7 + 26 from the smut prompts with seungmin, maybe something where the boys don’t believe he doms the reader and later that night he takes reader to his room and proves it to them 🫶

it all started with truth or dare...

kim seungmin x fem!reader

note: this turned out so shitty and took me so long and for nothing, I'm so sorry😭😭

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

7. “louder, they need to hear who can get you like this”

26. "maybe i need to remind you of your place"

tw: NSFW! afab!reader x dom!seungmin, slight voyeurism, unprotected sex(don't do it), slight brat reader, lowkey power play, thigh slapping.

song choice: right here - chase atlantic

"okay, ___, truth or dare?"

"hmm, didn't pick truth in a while... "

"is it true that seungmin is the sub in your relationship?"

awkward silence filled the room, some members choked a laugh while others just gave jeongin blank stares. you, on the other hand, didn't do neither. you stared at your boyfriend who was sitting across the room, his light aura that he usually dosplayed fading quickly,

"we're sorry, he let the hormones win, " han pats the youngest back.

"what, I just wanna prove a point," he argues. "I bet that I'm the only dom in maknae line."

yells and complaints came crashing down on jeongin, not one man agreeing to his words.

"what makes you think so?" you tilt your head.

everyone quieted, waiting for a response from the culprit,

"well... for one, han is radiating with babygirl energy, " he points towards the ready-to-fight boy. "and we all know he adores to be babied."

"then... Felix is Felix, he's too sweet to hurt a fly," jeongin says while avoiding the punches han was throwing at him.

the previous mentioned boy laughed at his remark, he didn't disagree, nor agree. just smiled the awkwardness away,

"and... seungmin?" you encourage.

"seungmin... " the youngest looks at your boyfriend, "i don't know, he seems like the type to be ordered around."

you hum, knowing damn well that's the opposite of his liking. god forbit you even think of telling him what to do in bed, you're gonna be done for.

"yeah, maybe you should see what we do during the night,"

"yeah, like what?" he smirks ready to prove jeongin wrong.

luckily for everyone who didn't want to hear literally porn, minho called everyone for dinner just in time.

you sit next to seungmin and jeongin was on your left. your mouth watered at the sight of delicious food in front of you that was prepared by minho and his girlfriend. they're both good chefs, indeed.

wasting no time, everyone started diving in. you were in heaven, everything tasted soo good, a whine left you.

"you two should cook together from now on, " felix suggests.

"yeah, he fucked up the whole recipe," she rolls her eyes, " sorry, blondie, not happening."

"ya, what do you mean I fucked up? you were the one who dropped too much salt, " minho complains, "and roll your eyes at me one more time, see what happens next."

"oh, yeah?" she taunts him, doing exactly as told not to.

you giggle at their playfulness. their relationship may come off as weird or incompatible. in reality, they just love teasing each other. they duel to see how far can the other take it.

after that, they go to their room and declare peace by making love. how do you know? thin walls, and their room is next to your boyfriend's. so that's why you're so amazed by their dynamics. they bicker in public, but literally obsess over each other in private.

but that's cute, I guess and-

"you're gonna be screaming my name tonight, " seungmin whispers im your ear.

you choke at his unexpected words, squeezing his hand that was now on your thigh. you give him a warning look, he just scoffs,

"they're talking so loud, I don't even think they can hear their own thoughts."

but boy was he wrong, cause jeongin was all ears to your conversations. he needs to win the bet, after all.

"min... " you whine.

his fingers settled for a minute. you joined the conversation that was started by chan, your voice a bit trembled. you laugh as changbin loudly confesses his love once more to hyunjin. the plate facing you was gradually getting emptier, the night sky settling in.

just then, his hand squeezed your thigh again. you look back at seungmin, as he kept talking to the others, as if nothing was going on. his palm was rubbing the plush of your insides, getting closer to your crotch. earlier, you thought you'd regret wearing pants, but now you're kinda thankful, he won't be able to fully touch you.

you grab your cup, downing the red wine left. his fingers drew a straight line up your clit. the alcohol went straight to your nose, quickly grabbing a tissue to cover your coughing.

all eyes were on you, though his smirk was the only think you could see with your peripheral vision.(?) your boyfriend excused the both of you from the table. he got permission to lead you to the bathroom, yet he locked you both in his room,

"are you crazy?" you push his chest.

"what? it's not like I've never done that before, " he defends himself.

"not when I'm drinking though... " you huff, "and not in front of everyone."

seungmin sighs, and comes closer to you. he takes a strabd of your hair between his fingers, brushing through it. his hand fell down to your neck, grabbing it.

"jeongin really got on my nerves, y'know... "

you hum, tilting your head. seeing him this pissed off is kinda hot, for sure. your lidded eyes stared back at his fierce ones, gaze staring down your soul.

"did you really let him get to you?" you raise a brow.

his jaw clenches, as a sign of warning for you to stop whatever game you're trying on him.

"did you really put to heart the fact that he thinks you're not a dom in any way?" you push your body closer to his.

because seungmin knew you all too well. he knew you were gonna tease him. ever since you curiously asked jeongin for further explanation of his theory, he knew it.

"awww," you coo, pouting, "poor puppy got offended because his friend called him out on his sexual life, mmm~"

he took off your hands that were pinching his soft cheeks. you gasp at the sudden action. his face was darkening,

"maybe i need to remind you of your place," seungmin takes a step closer to you. "you seem to be the one who's enjoying this a bit too much."

he was walking towards you. adrenalije invaded your blood, leaving you able to only go backwards, not daring to break the intense eye contact, until the back of your legs hit the desk. you lost balance at the sudden movement, his arm wrapping itself on your waist.

"why so quiet now, honey?" he moves the hair from your surprised face.

a warm wave traveled down your body, raising goosebumps all over your skin. his fingers cupped your sex. you hiss, grabbing his wrist.

"you're so wet for me, already, " he kisses your neck. "don't think I even have to prep you."

and he's right, you're literally aching for his cock right now.

"strip." he commands.

you do as told, jeans and shirt laying on the ground as you fidget to undo your bra. unsatisfied with your speed, seungmin reaches your back to open it himself, before dragging your soaked panties down.

he pushed you up on the desk, putting aside some books and pens that were on it. he unbuckled his belt as your eager hands moved to toe off his top. not even one second later, he was stroking his hard cock.

"hurry, seung..." you whine.

"why are you in a rush?" he questions, wrist moving slower, as if he has the whole time in the world.

"... what if they wait for us?" you worry.

"let them wait." he states, finally dragging you towards the end.

he teases your slick folds with his tip, coating it in your juices.

"seung, come on!!!" you whine.

"tsk.. you talk so much" he rolls his eyes. "shut up."

and once again, you obey to his command. his hands pushed your thighs apart, laying you slightly on the desk. then, he entered you. forcefully.

"mmhh, seungmin!!"

"shit, you're so wet, sweetie," he chuckles, "really that needy for me?"

"oh fuck oh fuck!!!"

“louder, they need to hear who can get you like this”

you practically scream his name, seungmin's pace quickening, fucking the hell out of you. your mind went blurry, only knowing how to take all that he's giving.

"that's right," he slaps your thigh, "such a slit for me, huh?"

"tell me, honey," he adds after a while, "who is in control?"

"y-you-"

"couldn't quite hear that." he interrupts you.

"you, seung-"

"again?" he smirks.

you groan, before taking in a sharp breath.

"YOU SEUNGMIN, YOU'RE THE ONE IN CONTROL, HMMM~"

"good girl, baby, s'good for me," he kisses your neck, stopping to bite some places, "only when you want to, though."

you moan when his thumb started circling your clit.

"c'mon, cum now, honey." he coos.

you follow his instruction, his following tight after.

"those losers," he pants, "those losers better have caught the idea."

you slap his shoulder as he laughs, realising you fell right in his game. seungmin had you right where he wanted. and you got to prove his friends wrong.

especially jeongin, the curious fox, who was right behind the door, listening to everything...

©️ httpseiki, all rights reserved. 🕷

[hjparisian]

maroon- harry j potter x reader

loosely based on a lyric from maroon by taylor swift. uses she/her pronouns. reader is not a gryffindor (i know, im sorry fellow gryffindors). bit of a long one whoopsies

"the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon"

It was common knowledge that every time the Gryffindors win a quidditch game, it is follow by a raging party, courtesy of the Weasley twins. Everyone is allowed to come (aside from the Slytherins, but they still manage to sneak their way in).

Despite being friends (and study buddies) with Hermione, (Y/N) never really experience a full on rager in the Gryffindor common room, instead perusing the library for books to help with some essay in potions, until one day.

"Come on (Y/N), just come, just this once," Hermione said. "I can't always be with Ron and Harry. Plus you've never been, after all this time of being my friend."

"I don't know Hermione, I wanted to study for History of Magic. You know how much I struggle in it"

"I know, but you can do it tomorrow! Please, it would be nice to not constantly listen to Ron and Harry talk about the quidditch game for once and to hang out with you outside of the library," Hermione begged.

(Y/N) remained silent for a second. Thinking. It would be nice to hang loose and let the thought of school leave her mind. And Hermione is right, she can always study tomorrow, especially since she already completed her work.

"Alright Hermione, I'll go," she said at last. Hermione let out a grin. "Oh thank you, thank you!" Hermione said. "I gotta go, but I'll see you there (Y/N)."

Towards the evening, (Y/N) stopped in front of the Gryffindor common room. "Password?" the Fat Lady asked.

"Baubles." The portrait swung open and (Y/N) stepped inside, seeing the shift from the silent corridor to the loud and wild atmosphere of the common room. There was people from all different houses having a good time, from people chilling on the couch with firewhiskey on hand to those dance to the beat of the music and letting loose.

(Y/N) quickly finds Hermione on a couch towards the back of the room. "You made it! Thank goodness I thought you were gonna ditch," said Hermione. "Anything for my favorite Gryffindor."

Ron joins in with three red cups, handing two to Hermione and (Y/N). The two stared at the cups, not knowing what it was. Ron answers them, "It's not poison, it's butterbeer mixed with firewhiskey. Fred made them." "Are you sure we should trust anything made by Fred or George?" (Y/N) jokingly says while taking a sip of the drink. "Maybe you're right, but I'll take my chances tonight," Ron said before downing his cup.

(Y/N) spotted some of her house friends waving her over to come dance. She turns to Hermione, asking if she wanted to come dance with her to which she replied "It's alright, I think I'll just stay here with Ron." (Y/N) nods, not willing to force Hermione to join (also letting her have alone time with Ron), and walks towards the crowd of dancing wizards.

One of (Y/N)'s friends takes her hand and starts dancing with her, the two of them laughing at their awkward attempts of dancing. After a while, (Y/N) decides to get another drink to fill her system. She walks up to where Fred was handling the drinks. "Hey Fred, can you give me something good?" Fred chuckled. "First Gryffindor party I've seen you at and you already want to get wasted. But of course, anything for you." He hands you a cup filled firewhiskey. "Thanks Freddie, you're the best."

As (Y/N) turns around with the drink in her hand, she bumps into someone, spilling both her drink and the person's drink on her. She felt her face heating up and looked up ready to yell at the person until she noticed a certain green eyed boy who appear red in the face from embaressment. Who would've thought she would've bumped into Harry?

"I'm- I'm so sorry (Y/N), I didn't mean to bump into you. I should've been looking, I-" (Y/N) cuts him off. "It's fine Harry, I know you didn't mean to. But now my shirt is wet." She was a little upset at the fact she spilled her drink and was wet but she knew Harry wouldn't do that on purpose.

"I can let you borrow one of my sweaters," Harry said. "It's the least I could do after drenching you in butterbeer." (Y/N) thought about it for a second before agreeing, wanting to get out of her soaked shirt. "Alright, since you owe me. Now lead the way."

As Harry led (Y/N) to his dorm, she couldn't help but stare at him. She'd be lying if she said she didn't think he was attractive, cause he certainly was. She always loved how bright and green his eyes looked. And the way he looked when playing quidditch was a wonderful sight. She had a minor crush on him back in second year but since she never acted on it, the feelings went away, though the butterflies in her stomach right now are saying otherwise. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah, let's say it's the alcohol.

Her thoughts are disrupted when they stopped at a door, a plaque on it saying who occupies it, "Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley." Harry opens the door and walks inside, holding it open for (Y/N). She takes her time looking at the room, it looked much different compared to her dorm. In that time she took to gawk at the room, Harry managed to pull a sweater from his trunk.

It was one of his quidditch sweaters. "Here, I hope you don't mind red and yellow." (Y/N) takes it and looks at it. "Thank you Harry but, um-" She starts. "Do you mind turning around for a minute? So I can change." She swore she could see Harry's face start flushing as he spoke, "Oh, uh, er yeah." He turns around giving (Y/N) some sort of privacy while she changes.

"You know, I didn't think you'd be at this party," Harry says. "I've been kinda hoping to see you." (Y/N) freezes for a second. Harry's been wanting to see her? It must be her mind playing tricks. She responds, "Hermione sort of made me. I wasn't really planning on it." She hears Harry hums in response. She continues, "I don't really regret it though. It was kind of nice to have some fun. Saw some of my housemates here."

There was a brief silence between the two before Harry spoke again. "I've always wanted to talk to you (Y/N). Hermione talks about you a lot, did you know that?" She did? (Y/N) wondered. "She talks about how wonderful you are and how you get her. She was happy to find someone that actually read Hogwarts: A History." (Y/N) chuckles a bit. Classic Hermione.

(Y/N) fixes Harry's sweater on her body and clears her throat before speaking, "Well, um, you can turn around now." She watches Harry turn around and sees his eye go wide slightly.

"How do I look?" She asks him. "Brilliant," He breathes out. "You always look brilliant." (Y/N) could feel her face heat up at his words. How is it that Harry could make her feel like this with just a few words?

(Y/N) decides to bite the bullet. If there was anytime to take a chance it would be now. "Can I ask you something?" He nods. "Can I kiss you?" She was scared for his answer. If he rejects her, she hopes that the firewhiskey in her system would let her forget about that moment in the morning. Harry finally answers. "Yes."

They both lean forward, letting their lips touch each other. (Y/N) felt Harry gently grab her waist, she lets her hands hold his shoulders. It felt like dream. Now, if you told second year (Y/N) that she would be kissing Harry Potter in the future, she'd laugh in your face saying it would never happen. Well, take that younger (Y/N).

They parted each others lips, needing air. They took the time to admire each other, how wonderful they looked. "You know, I've always thought you were attractive Harry," (Y/N) said. "And I've admired how you'd do anything for your friends. You're an amazing and courageous person. I like that about you. And I like you Harry."

Harry grinned. "I like you too (Y/N). I've always have." He leans forward to give (Y/N) another brief kiss.

"Can we just stay here? I'm too tired to go back to the party." (Y/N) asked. Harry nods, agreeing with her, also wanting to enjoy this time with her. They lay on Harry's bed, Harry holding her close to him. He kisses her forehead before falling asleep with her.

[ditoors]

Absolutely loved your lee seungmin fic!! You're a really amazing writer!💖💖 Can I please request lee seungmin ler skz?

— tickle me elmo —

info. lee! seungmin * ler! skz

warnings. this is a tickle fic, if you're uncomfortable do not read.

summary. the members are celebrating halloween night with each other and decided to dress up in fun costumes! seungmin chose to wear an elmo costume, but who knew the members would take it another way.

note. thank you so much!! seeing someone say i’m a good writer is so 🥹🥹 also im not very good at writing group tickling, so i apologize if this seems sloppy. i also ran out of ideas near the enddd, i sincerely apologize! ill try my best to write better next time 🙏

“what are you guys doing for halloween?” changbin read one of the fan’s comment before it could disappear into a million other ones. the members all looked excited once the comment was read out loud.

“we’re gonna be dressing up in costumes! unfortunately we won’t be going live though.” felix giggled as he responded to the comment.

“yup and we’ll be surprising each other, so we don’t know who’s gonna dress up as what. who knows, there might be duplicates.” chan said smiling, and the others couldn’t hide their excitement for tonight.

“i can’t wait for tonight!” hyunjin said with fleeing happiness in his voice.

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hours have passed and it’s finally time for the members to reveal their own costumes that they have chosen. no one knew who was gonna be who, so of course everyone was excited!

“okay, on the count of 3 we all come out of our rooms, alright?” chan yelled as loud as he could so all the members heard him, and everyone agreed with his idea.

“1..2…3!”

the sound of the doors were heard opening and closing, and the members were all shocked about the costumes! fortunately, there was no duplicates!

“woah, jisung and seungmin are kind of matching!” felix pointed out, and the two looked at each other before smiling fondly.

“jisung you’re the cookie monster?!” seungmin asked, and the boy nodded his head with a wide smile.

“you’re elmo! my best buddy!” he ran up to seungmin and gave him a hug.

“wait…seungmin’s elmo, does that mean…” jeongin mumbled, and the others heard him.

“what are you thinking about jeongin?” hyunjin asked, and the maknae suddenly had a devious grin on his face.

“seungmin hyung is asking to be tickled! because he’s ‘tickle me elmo’!”

the elmo costume boy widened his eyes before he noticed the looks on everyone’s faces, “wait no no no! it’s not supposed to be like that guys!”

“i think he’s asking for it, am i right guys?” the oldest of them all, chan, spoke.

and of course, all the members agreed with him, which made seungmin give him a death stare.

before he could even make a run for it, minho pounced at him and pinned him down, seungmin’s eyes widened at the sudden action.

“w-wait! i seriously had no intentions for this!” seungmin shouted, but it was too late. the members were already creeping up to him.

han first started by giving a few pokes to the boy’s side, which made him jerk the opposite way of where he was getting attacked.

hyunjin however, wasted no time and went straight for seungmin’s hips, which made seungmin scream in laughter.

“wAHAHAHAIT! THAHAHAT WAHAHAS TOO FAHAHAST!”

“there’s no way he’s complaining in this situation.” changbin said while scoffing, not believing his own ears.

“WHAHAT IF I AM!?” seungmin replied through a loud laughter, and changbin stared at him before giving him a knowing look.

“oh? you’re seriously complaining? alright then, i like to see you complain about having your ribs mercilessly tickled!” he shouted over the boy’s laughter and his hands officially were at work.

“WAHAHAIT IM SOHOHORRY!”

“oh now you’re sorry?! too late!” changbin responded, continuing to attack the poor boy’s ribs.

seungmin attempted to get out of minho’s grasp, but it was merely impossible since the older was clearly more stronger than him.

jeongin started prodding and squeezing seungmin’s side on the right while han was doing the exact same on the left.

“GUHUHUYS PLEHEASE! IHIHITS TOO MUHUCH!” seungmin begged, but there was no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“you put this on yourself with this elmo costume seungminnie!” chan said, and as much as the younger tried to show a threatening look on his face, he just couldn’t since he’s currently practically forced to laugh.

“I DIDN’T MEHEHEAN TOO!”

“you should’ve known! tickle me elmo is really popular!” felix brought himself in the conversation while gently scratching at the soles of seungmin’s feet.

“PLEHEHEASE! SLOHOHOW DOHOWN!”

minho felt the boy weakening so he let him go and the tickling did eventually slow down for the puppy-like boy.

seungmin covered his face while still laughing, “thihis isn’t funny! plehehease stohohop!”

“this isn’t funny? well your face sure does say otherwise…” hyunjin responded, and smiled once he heard a small whine coming from the younger.

“don’t cover your face seungmin! i feel like the main reason we’re tickling you is to see your smile!” minho said while grabbing his wrists again.

jeongin found a certain spot near seungmin’s navel and the reaction he got was absolutely priceless.

“ahAHAHACK—!” seungmin suddenly shrieked and jeongin looked at him before a smirk started to grow on his face.

he continued to stay at that spot for a few seconds until the members realized what was happening.

“JEHEHEONGIN!” seungmin shouted in the midst of his laughter, and the youngest couldn’t take him seriously.

“yes, hyung?” jeongin replied, holding in his giggles.

“THAHAHAT’S ENOUGH!”

“jeongin don’t listen to him, it’s obvious he’s asking for more! i mean, look at him. his face is telling us that he’s enjoying this moment!” changbin said, and seungmin couldn’t even find any words to respond with. all he could do was laugh.

“I AM NOHOHOT ENJOHOYING THIHIS!” seungmin replied afterwards, and the others couldn’t help but laugh with him.

minho suddenly attacked seungmin’s armpits, and that was pretty much his last straw. his armpits were definitely his weak spot, and he couldn’t handle being tickled there for more than 5 minutes!

“AHAHA—HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THEHERE!”

minho smiled at seungmin and his reaction, “is poor seungmin too ticklish under his arms?” the older teased, and the younger frantically nodded his head without even saying another word, he was just laughing.

chan signaled the rest of the members to stop after seeing tears in seungmin’s eyes, “how are you feeling seungmin?”

“horrible. absolutely hor..ibble…” the boy responded, out of breath from laughing too much.

“next year we should do the same costumes!” hyunjin said, just to tease seungmin, of course.

“no!” he immediately responded.

the others laughed at the sudden response from the tired boy.

“okay okay, that’s enough everyone. let’s go eat now, shall we?” chan requested, and everyone started sprinting towards the kitchen.

the oldest helped seungmin up who was still on the floor, “what do you say? do you like elmo?”

“not anymore thanks to you guys.”

[cokoweee]

My word the day Mikey loses his ability to stay positive is gonna be a hard day.

It would be built up for days, weeks, months, years of missing stuff and falling behind, losing his childhood, never getting to have as close of a relationship with his brothers as the others do.

Like, think about it. When he’s awake, you don’t want to waste that time so raph, Donnie, Leo, they’re not gonna be 100% truthful with him about things that are bothering them. They’ll wait and go to one another when Mikey is passed out again. He’s never gonna know everything about his brothers.

He may not have the time to pick up on the fact that when Leo’s tone fluctuates a certain way he’s lying, or when donnie flinches like he just did it’s because an injury Mikey didn’t even know he had was bothering him, or when Raph’s smile looks just a little too strained it’s because of something that happened while he was passed out.

Always feeling like the outsider of a close knit group, trying to stay positive despite how it would start to weigh him down, all of it.

Not to mention that, even when they do give him space to explore his own interests, they’d have to check on him a bunch to catch when he passes out again.

One day he might just… snap. Not be able to handle it anymore. I doubt he’d yell, lash out, or anything like that but just… suddenly the mask you’ve worn to maintain the positive older brother mask might just disappear.

Food for thought😉

im-

[4kominato]

Part II: Let Me Love You

[[ Part I ]]

A/N: hi friends! im back with a little surprise hehe 😬 i really wanted to do a continuation of this one since yknowww kazutora is my fav and im a hopeless romantic... i just couldnt leave it as a one night stand 🤧

@yukihime-mikeys-girl if youre still around!! 🫰🏻

Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff(ish towards the end), Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

[[ WARNING ]] contains Tokyo Revengers season 1 spoilers

Word Count: 4.3k

The bell on the front door jingled as you pulled it open, allowing yourself into the familiar pet shop run by none other than your bestie, Chifuyu, who rudely failed to greet you upon your entry.

“Not gonna say ‘hi’ or anything?” you snapped as you walked up to the register where Chifuyu was tidying up and preparing to close the shop.

“Hi,” he responded sarcastically to your snarky comment, not even glancing up at you as he continued on with what he was doing.

“Brat,” you jeered before moving on, “Where’s Tora?”

“Beats me.”

“Damn, are you salty today or what?” you remarked with a scoff. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… so annoying. Why is it him? He didn’t do anything special, but the girls are always swooning over him… What about me?” he pouted with a slight tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and tips of his ears.

“What girls are you even talking about? Me?”

“And literally all the cute female customers…”

“Aw, Chifuyu. You’re cute too, just a bit soft is all,” you teased, poking his cheek to which he smacked your hand away. “It’s not like I’m dating Kazutora anyways. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”

“Yeah, but… at least he’s getting some…”

“Hm, but you’ve always struck me as a more of a relationship kind of guy. If you really want, I’m sure I can find a friend who’d be down to hook up with you.”

“That’s cheating if you set me up...”

“Fine. Have it your way. But seriously, where’s Tora? My dick appointment is late.”

“Ugh,” Chifuyu huffed with a disgruntled groan before making his way to the back of the shop where the staff room was. “Kazutora, your fuck buddy is here!” he yelled almost too loudly considering the shop was still open… At least there weren’t any customers.

“Geez! Why are you yelling something like that?!” Kazutora replied, obviously flustered when the two of them emerged from the back.

“You should be grateful you have a fuck buddy y’know,” Chifuyu snapped back.

“I never said I wasn’t?” He shook his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked up to you, “What’s up with him today?”

“I think he’s on his man-period. While you were in the back, he was bitching to me about not getting any. Maybe we should invite him for a threesome next time,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, no…” Kazutora grimaced at the idea and quickly urged you out of the shop. “Kay bye, Chifuyu! See you tomorrow,” he waved as the two of you walked briskly to your car and hopped in. “I think… he might be jealous of me actually. He was talking to me earlier about how he’s had a crush on you ever since he met you. Did you know?”

“Yeah,” you answered without further elaboration, focusing rather on starting the car and heading over to Kazutora’s apartment.

“And…?” he prodded, unsatisfied with your answer.

“And… he’s not my type…” you admitted with a shrug. “That’s why we’re just friends.”

“Oh…” was all he managed to say, leaving the rest of the car ride silent. He didn’t really know what he was expecting you to say, but he expected a little more than that. It made him think more about how you’d approached him at the New Year’s party a few months before. You were pretty aggressive in your advances with him so does that mean… he’s your type?

Once you’d parked the car, the silence continued as the two of you made your way up to Kazutora’s unit, though, the lack of conversation didn't really bother you since your only goal at the moment was getting some dick. The moment Kazutora opened the door, you wasted no time swiftly guiding him over to the couch where you straddled his lap. Your arms encircled his neck, and without hesitation, you crashed your lips against his, smoothly sliding your tongue into his mouth. Although he was reciprocating physically with his hands running up and down your thighs, and his lips and tongue moving in sync with yours, mentally, you sensed he wasn’t fully into it given his efforts were ever so subtly lacking compared to your usual sessions.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly as you sharply pulled away from him.

“U-uh… Yeah, I’m fine,” Kazutora replied nervously, cupping your cheek in his hand and trying to pull you back into a kiss, but you resisted.

“Don’t lie… I can tell you’re not fully into it and you've been all weird since the car ride.”

He let out a defeated sigh, knowing he’d been found out and there’s no way you’d be letting him off the hook now, so reluctantly, he answered.

“It’s just… you mentioned earlier that Chifuyu isn’t your type… but you seemed so determined to talk to me at the party. So I was just thinking…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence out of embarrassment.

“That you’re my type?” you suggested.

“Uh… well…” he chuckled nervously, a tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and ears as his eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah…”

“Well, duh,” you scoffed, “I thought that was the first thing I expressed to you that night at the party.”

“Yeah, but… why? I just can’t understand…” he vented quietly, “Chifuyu is so much better than me… And if not him, there are so many other cool guys in Toman too, so… why me?”

“Well, if you’re going down that road…” you started, pausing for a moment before elaborating. “There is someone else in Toman I used to like. We met in high school and we used to hang out all the time. I’d always help him study, and then we’d go get taiyaki after… and sometimes if I was lucky, he’d take me for night rides on his bike…”

“Mikey…” Kazutora muttered under his breath, remembering how you’d told him Mikey was your high school classmate when you had introduced yourself.

“Yep,” you answered with a half hearted smile, “He introduced me to some of the Toman guys, mostly the captains and vice captains. That’s how I got to be friends with Chifuyu.”

“So what happened with Mikey?” he inquired further.

“He rejected me,” you answered bluntly. “That was hm… I don’t know, maybe a little less than a year before that party. It took a few months or so for me to get back on my feet because that rejection really hurt. And then after that, I went through a ‘hoe phase…’ I did actually consider sleeping with Chifuyu during that time but… I'd figured out he had feelings for me so, y'know, didn’t wanna lead him on and hurt the poor guy. It wasn’t until a month-ish before the party that I fully recovered from the heartbreak… and then I met you.”

“But we’re only hooking up… if you’re looking for something serious then why not go for Chifuyu? You said you’re over Mikey now, aren't you?”

“I get where you’re going with this, but I really don’t think I’m meant to be with Chifuyu,” you insisted, brows furrowing in frustration. “Call me dumb if you want. I don’t give a shit, but to me, it feels like fate brought us together, whether we're exclusive or not. I just don’t think it was a crazy coincidence that you walked into my life the very moment I was ready to move on.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re gravely mistaken,” Kazutora scoffed almost passive aggressively, “Are you forgetting I rejected your relationship proposal? We won’t be anything more than fuck buddies if I don’t allow it. I’m telling you now, if a relationship is what you’re looking for, then Chifuyu’s your guy, not me. Trust me, he’s better for you.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that? You can’t decide who’s better or worse for me. I’ll decide that for myself!”

“Kinda hard for you to judge that when you don’t even know shit about me,” he sassed, making your blood boil.

“Then why don’t you tell me more about yourself, dammit!” you lashed out now on the verge of tears as you furiously clenched the collar of his shirt, “I want to know more about you, but you won’t tell me a damn thing! How the hell would you know how I’ll feel when you tell me everything? You’re just making assumptions and putting your own words in my fucking mouth!”

“You don’t get it because you don’t know!” he snapped back, “Anyone in their right state of mind would hate me if they knew.”

“Well maybe I’m fucking insane then! No matter what excuses you come up with, you still can’t decide for me how I feel about you! After all this time, I–I’ve grown to love you so much, Kazutora, you don’t even understand…” Your voice trailed off into a fit of sobs as you finally released his shirt, your arms falling limp while your head fell forward onto his shoulder.

As much as he wanted to comfort you, he couldn’t. Not knowing he was hiding such a dark secret from you. How could he bear to touch and hold someone as precious as you in his filthy, bloodied hands? He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself while running away from the shadow that loomed over him. He thought that maybe if he just kept running with his eyes closed and never looked back, then it’d go away… maybe. But at the same time, another part of him knew it was never going away and his ignorance of the subject was unfair to you and would only hurt you in the end; if anyone deserved to know, it was you, whether he liked the outcome or not.

“Thank you… for loving me, but falling for me was a huge mistake…” he replied dully, his aura becoming suddenly cold and lifeless. “The person who killed Baji and Shinichiro… was me.”

Amidst your little sobs and sniffles, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock at what you’d just heard. It resurfaced a memory of a conversation you’d had with Mikey way back when, during one of your night bike rides with him:

“Y’know the guy I mentioned who killed Shinichiro? The same guy killed Baji too. I’ve forgiven him in my head, but in my heart… it’s still hard for me to accept. It’s not like forgiveness can bring either of them back, y’know?”

It was Kazutora, you thought to yourself as you sat still, cries finally ceasing though tears continued to fall. There was no ill intent in your reaction, but for Kazutora, the silence was so piercing that he just couldn’t bare it.

“See, I told you,” he retorted, carefully untangling himself from you in preparation for his escape. “No one would love a murderer. Just leave.”

The moment he stood up from the couch and started storming off to his bedroom, your body moved on its own, shooting up in an instant to chase after him, and thankfully you caught him in the doorway just before he could lock himself in.

“Why?” you whined, tears streaming down your face once more as you held tightly onto his waist, your head pressed firmly against his back. “Why do you keep making your own assumptions?” You waited for an answer, but there was nothing. He only stood there slumped in defeat, so you continued on with your monologue, “I get that it’s hard to tell people about something like that. I get that it’s hard to live with a burden that heavy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked, but that doesn’t do anything to change how I already feel about you. Yes, maybe you did something horrible in the past, but people aren’t stagnant. People can change over time, and the Kazutora I fell for in the present isn't the same Kazutora from the past. The Kazutora I fell for is caring and loving and fun to be around and I can’t imagine a life without him. Please don’t let your past hold you down and stop you from living the life you want to live…”

“But…” he started, voice cracking as his breath hitched in his throat, “I-I don’t even deserve to live… why should I live how I want?” Holding a hand up to his face he began to sob, his unsteady figure slipping through your arms as he sank to the floor. “I stole not one, but two innocent lives… I… should be dead…”

Kneeling down next to him, you hugged him from the side, even tighter than you had earlier and spoke softly against his neck, “I’m not saying you can’t feel guilty or to forget what happened, but even if you do feel that way, you still have to move forward. If you keep sitting around sulking and dwelling on something you can’t change, then you’ll just be in the same spot forever. Everything in life has a lesson to be learned and even in the worst situations, you have to find what that is so that you can grow and improve in the future. You can’t keep hating and reprimanding yourself forever. I think you’ve already taken a lot of time feeling sorry; now it’s time for you to start doing something about it.”

Though he’d heard every word you said, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge you in his overly emotional state. Gently, you tucked some of the blond strands that hung over his face behind his ear, revealing his glossy, reddened eyes and a steady stream of tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Leaning in, you placed a chaste peck to his lips, then pressed your forehead against his. “I know you’ve been struggling to love and accept yourself and it’s understandable given your situation. But since you can’t right now, then please let me. More than anything, I want to embark on this journey with you and help you as much as I can, every step of the way.”

Still, you received no verbal acknowledgement, but rather he responded through actions, breaking out of your embrace so that he could hold you in his arms instead. He held you so tightly it felt like he was afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his grip even a tiniest bit; it was the most affectionate gesture he’d ever expressed toward you in the past few months since you’d been hooking up and it really just made your heart melt.

“Thank you,” he finally muttered against your neck once his breaths steadied to occasional little sniffles after recovering from his emotional breakdown, “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“You don't need to thank me,” you nearly whispered whilst shaking your head at him. Cupping his face in your hands once more, you wiped the remnants of his tears with your thumbs before continuing, “Just make me yours, please.”

Slowly leaning in, you sealed your words with a kiss, hoping to relay to him just how strongly you felt about him… in more ways than one. Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt him reciprocate, and as his movements synchronized with yours, your hands glided gracefully from his cheeks down the sides of his neck to rest on his shoulders to pave a path for your lips to follow. They drifted first to the side of his mouth, then slowly they trailed along his cheek to his jaw, then along the length of his neck. The soft hums elicited in the process were confirmation enough that he wanted this just as much as you did and you could proceed further, so your fingers found the buttons of his dress shirt and made quick work of them to finally expose his toned abdomen.

“So… we doing it on the floor, or?” Kazutora questioned half joking as you slid the garment off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

“Mm, that’s kinky,” you teased in response, “If you want to then I don’t mind.”

Instead, he guided your legs around his waist, supporting beneath your thighs before standing up from the ground and carrying you over to his bed, carefully laying you down atop his fluffy comforter. “You’ll be more comfortable on my bed. The floor is too hard,” he stated firmly with no sign of uncertainty at all in his tone.

“Wow, such a gentleman—” you barely finished complimenting when he captured your lips once more and hastily began to undress you. You could see the lust growing in his eyes with each garment he discarded, and soon enough, he had you stripped down to just your panties. He bit his lip as hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the drenched, skimpy material down your hips, then thighs, leaving behind glistening threads of your arousal along your inner thighs in the process before he finally slid them clean off your ankles and chucked them to the floor.

“Goddamn…” he gawked at how wet you were for him, the sight sending a surge of blood rushing downward. He was so mesmerized that he couldn’t resist swatching a sample with his middle finger to grant himself a little taste prior to the full course.

“I’ve been sooo pent up, baby,” you whined in a baby voice as to rationalize why you were so turned on; this was the first time he’d ever seen you horny to such an extreme extent. “That’s why I was complaining to Chifuyu about my dick appointment being late.”

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” he barely made out before delving down between your legs, his soft lips encircling your swollen, touch-starved clit whilst he slid two of his slim digits into your warmth.

“Mm, Tora. It feels so good,” you moaned, knowing well that he loved being acknowledged and praised during his performances.

After months of helping him and teaching him just how you liked things, you could confirm via the spine tingling stimulation of your g-spot on top of the perfect combination of sucking, tongue flicking and swirling against your clit that he’d mastered the art of going down on you. It was almost disappointing how quickly he had your toes curling and back arching, already on the verge of release; you hated for this bliss to end so soon. Ultimately however, you succumbed, your fingers finding Kazutora’s smoothly pulled back hair and unintentionally disheveling it with the height of your high inflicting an unbearable pleasure that initiated from your core and coursed through your entire body.

He licked his lips as he sat up from his position between your legs, simultaneously ripping off his hair tie and letting his luscious blond and black locks fall over his shoulders before proceeding to undo his pants. You observed him intently as the outline of his erection came into view through his thin, dark briefs, and despite having come literally just minutes ago, the void between your legs was aching with desire and frankly, Kazutora was taking way too long to undress for your liking.

“Tora…” you grumbled, sitting up and reaching forward to stroke his still confined member, “Why are you going so freakin’ slow?”

Chuckling at your desperation, he patted the top of your head as he answered, “To tease you.” You only pouted at him in response, earning another giggle from him before he tugged at the waistband of his boxers and fina-fucking-ly revealed his beautifully hard cock with precum oozing from the tip. You’d barely even given him a chance to fully strip down when you encompassed his shaft with your hand and started stroking him like there was no tomorrow.

“Jesus!” Kazutora winced at the sudden intense stimulation and grabbed you by the wrist, “You’re gonna rip my dick off.”

“Shut up,” you snapped back playfully, but still you slowed your pace for him not wanting him to come yet anyways. “I’ve been waiting for so long now and you still haven’t fucked me. I poured my heart out to you and confessed my love and I’ve gotten nothing in return,” you recited in a dramatic manner, to which he rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t act like I didn’t tell you something significant too.”

“Oh, you definitely did, but there’s something even more important I was hoping to hear from you,” you stated expectantly, taking a break from pumping him to instead wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you. Staring deeply into his glowing yellow orbs, you could see his gears turning, trying to figure out what it was you were expecting of him when something seemed to click.

“I love you, too…?” he answered like a question which forced a laugh out of you.

“Pft, I don’t know. Do you?” you jested.

“I do!” he replied defensively, “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted since I didn’t say it earlier…”

“Say it again like you mean it,” you demanded whilst squishing his cheeks with your palms.

“I wub you!” he enunciated as much as he could with his cheeks being squished, which wasn’t much but it sure was cute.

“I love you, too,” you giggled and pulled him into a quick kiss, your arms retaking their place around his neck. “Now hurry up and fuck me. I’ve been waiting this whole time.”

“Hey now, we’re not fuck buddies anymore,” he disputed as he shifted to position himself to your entrance. “When there’s feelings involved, they call it ‘love-making,’ Right?”

You knew he was being somewhat serious, but somehow, the fact that he’d made such a clear distinction was actually the most adorable thing ever and you had to hold back your urge to laugh at him. “Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry, Tora. Would you please do the honors of making love to me?”

The little smile that tugged at corners of his lips in response absolutely warmed your heart… for only a short-lived moment that was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his whole length filling you up to the brim.

“Better?” Kazutora asked breathily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked his hips in a slow steady rhythm, observing your reactions to gauge if he was doing a good job.

“Much,” you sighed in relief, having been deprived for what felt like forever. You weren’t really sure why, but he felt a bajillion times better today than he ever did; maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was because you were a couple now, or maybe it was both, who knows? But what you did know was that as he picked up his pace, the feeling of him hitting glorious depths within your core made you feel like you were ascending into heaven.

“Shit,” Kazutora mumbled under his breath as he started to slow down, “I’m already getting close, I’m sorry. I thought my stamina was getting better, but I guess not.”

“Love making is different than fucking, isn’t it?” you interjected, gently caressing his cheek with the back of your fingers. “Feels so much better, right? It does for me too.” you assured. “Keep going. I won’t last much longer either.”

“Okay,” he agreed  and complied immediately, his slowed thrusting becoming erratic in the blink of an eye and in no time at all you could feel your whole lower region tingling, teetering toward the brink of climax.

“Ah, Tora!” you moaned at the feeling of your body slowly falling victim to the inevitable euphoria that awaited you despite your efforts to delay it. You managed to hold out for maybe five more seconds before you were enraptured, the breath-taking sensation making you writhe beneath him while your tender walls pulsated around his girth, enticing him to come undone with you.

In your final moments of ecstasy, he finally followed suit, the throaty groan along with the feeling of his warm essence spilling out deep within your core being indicative of that. You let out a heavy, but satisfied sigh as Kazutora took his last few strokes and withdrew himself, his thick seed slowly seeping out of you while he rushed to grab tissues from his desk to clean you up. He took his time tidying up both you and himself, and also making sure he didn’t miss any spots that may have dripped onto the comforter, but the moment he tossed the last dirty tissue into the trash bin he rejoined you in bed and snuggled up close to you without saying a word.

“Hey, Tora,” you decided to break the silence after he’d made himself comfortable.

“Hm?” he mumbled against you, not moving even an inch to converse properly with you, not that you minded though.

“Y’know Chifuyu is gonna be pissed about this, right?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him before continuing, “Let’s not talk about him right now…”

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“Hey Chifuyu, guess what?” you blurted out spontaneously as he and Kazutora closed up the shop.

“You’re pregnant,” he answered dryly and carried on with what he was doing without batting an eye.

“The fuck?!” Kazutora responded with wide eyes, bewildered by Chifuyu’s drastic guess.

“Uh… I mean I suppose that’s possible, but no, not what I was gonna say…” you chuckled nervously. “Kazutora and I are d–”

“Congratulations,” Chifuyu interrupted aggressively before you could finish, and next thing you knew, he was grabbing his stuff and booking it to the door. “See you tomorrow, Kazutora.” And with that he was gone, leaving Kazutora to finish the rest of the closing duties.

Kazutora facepalmed with a sigh at how things went down, though he wasn’t at all surprised. “You were definitely too blunt. He’s gonna be so petty to me tomorrow…” he griped as he wrapped up his sweeping and put the broom back in the closet.

“He cut me off so I didn’t even say it technically…” you argued back defensively. “We need to find him a girlfriend…”

“Definitely.”

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Revenge on the Ranch//G.Tillman

Index

This is gonna be a multi-part series. It's gonna follow the story of Rumor Abbott as she progresses further into her career as an agent for the FBI and what she plans on when coming across blackmail. She is a long-time girlfriend of Gator Tillman and would do about anything to protect their love.

This story may have some dark themes, but I promise to detail all of the warnings. As mentioned previously, I am creating my own plotline but incorporating some themes from Fargo and Outer Range. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings for this part: Language (few cuss words), Mentions of R*y Tillman.

Two weeks earlier

“What do you mean, they canceled the competition?” 

“Im telling you, they didn’t have enough cmpetitiors so now I’m done a month early.” Rhett was my older brother. He rode bulls professionally, and during the off season helped ur father and eldest brother Robert at the ranch. 

Rhett and I were closer in age making us closer in our relationship. He was the one to ship me away from the butt fucks of nowhere. Said my talent was a waste in the city we grew up in. Because of him I got into Quantico and began to pursue my dream.

“Well shit, what are you gonna do now?”

“Mom found out and entered my name into the homecoming competition. Said it’s an easy win. So guess I'm going back.”

Mom always did sneaky things to get us back home. Said shes done with Dad and Robert antics. This was a classic move by Reese herself. 

“Hows training going? You almost done?”

“I got a few months to go but its going good. I got to work this team this past week. Was able to locate and gather more intel for them.”

“Thats what I like to hear.”

I hummed to his response. I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment. The city was loud, in many ways than once. People yelling, sirens from every cancer with my head constantly going round in circles with thoughts.

“So you able to come up with me?”

“There it is.”

“Look you know Mom signed me up for a reason, she knows us.”

Mom did know us. I haven’t seen Rhett since last Christmas or have been able to get away to see him ride.

“I don’t know Rhett.”

“Come one, please. Do this for your favorite brother”

I laugh at his opinion.

“You think youre my favorite?”

“I definitely am.”

“That's presumptuous.”

“Well then, don’t go up for me–go up to see lover boy.”

I went silent thinking about that. Gator and I haven't seen each other since New Year. My schedule is the opposite of his. We talk every day still; we just haven't seen each other.

“What day are you gonna go up?”

“Probably Thursday. Friday is the competition.”

“Thursday, I have work till noon. But if you can't pick me up, no worries, I’ll drive up.”

“Sounds good. I'll see you later, Rue.”

“Bye, Rhett.” I hung up the phone. Immediately looking down at my lock screen. A picture of Gator and I last summer. I needed to go home, even for just a few days.

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I finished work around 1250. Today, I was on the desk for a gruesome case. I was able to find some information, but they weren’t able to raid till it was signed off by a judge. 

I began my walk from the office to my apartment. 

On the way there, I wanted to grab a pick-me-up drink, stopping by my local coffee shop.

I walked in, and there were two people in front of me. I took this time to text Gator,

How’s it going?

I send and within seconds I see the three dots.

Dad scheduled me to be out on the field. It’s like he know’s

You're gonna be back soon.

I’m counting down the hours 

I smiled at the last text. I look up and notice it was my turn to order.

“Hey Rumor, your usual?” I nodded and smiled. I began to pay when I heard the barista talk to me again. “You know, Rumor, there's a band playing at the Klatch this weekend; I have an in and was wondering if you’d be willing to go with me.”

The barista’s name was Vincent. He’s been working here since I moved. He went to college but dropped out, exclaiming he wasn’t gonna spend his life working away. 

“Sorry Vince, I’m actually planning on going back home this weekend.”

“Yeah, to see that fake boyfriend of yours.”

I just pressed my lips into a thin line. Despite Vincent knowing about Gator, he has always given me shit about him. Saying it would just be better if I said I wasn’t interested in him rather than creating a fake boyfriend.

Rather than responding, I just grabbed my drink, gave a small smile, and walked out.

Yeah, it's definitely time to go back home.

And like an angel from heaven as I turn the corner to reach my apartment. There he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Dressed like a cowboy. Hat, boots, and one of his sponsors jacket on.

“Rhett!” I scream overwhelmed with emotions.

He was standing in front of my building. I run towards him, he engulfs me in a hug.

“Holy shit Rue. I have never seen you run that fast.”

“What, I can't miss my favorite brother?” I say.

“That is exactly what I like to hear.”

I laugh.

“Okay, let me shower, pack my bags, and then we can hit the road.”

Rhett nodded.

“Thank god I have time for a nap.”

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Arriving at home was bittersweet. The ranch looks the same. But those who occupy it look older. Dad has a few more gray scattering his beard and Momma is aging like fine wine. Both of them cried when we got out of the car.

If it was up to them they would have us at the ranch year long, but they are the type of parents who don’t hold their kids back from their dreams. And for that, I am thankful.

“Honey, you haven't been eating,” Momma exclaimed. I roll my eyes at her.

“Mom I eat just fine.”

“Rob, go get your sister’s stuff! Rhett needs to rest up.”

“You owe me so many drinks tomorrow.” Robort says hugging me once more.

I laugh at thow we have resumed the hustle and bustle of the house like it once was all those years ago. 

Rylee was now walking and had long hair pulled into braids. I got up to swoop her, having her grow into a fit of giggles.

“Aunty Ru-Ru!” She says while giggling. 

I see Jane and rush to give her a hug. Jane was always the older sister I never had. 

“Hell Rumor look at you!” She said taking me in. “Crime stopping does wonder for you.” I laugh at her comment. Jane and Robert were high school sweethearts. Jane was always around, she got me ready for my first date and did my makeup for all the special occasions. I set Rylee down and pulled Jane into another hug “Miss you sis.” I said.

“Don’t go soft on us killer.”

I look down to see her belly growing.

“Son of a bitch.” I say under my breath.

“Hey don't talk like that about your nephew.”

“Rumor, come eat!” Jane laughed hearing Momma call me. I walked over and sat down. Content with the peacefulness around me.

After dinner and the catching up conversations with the family, Momma sent us all to bed because of the competition tomorrow. Exclaiming we all needed to be on our best behavior, as it was the first time since graduation we would all be together. I laid in bed and reached that call button. I heard it ring a few times before I heard him.

“How is my girl doing back?”

“Momma made me eat two servings of food and made us all go to bed. So currently a little happy."

“Sounds like Reese.”

“Where you at?”

“An hour or so up north. Roy sent me up due to a call about some missing cattle. I’m just sitting here till six and then heading back.”

“He hates me.”

“That I can not dispute. He is even making sure that I go to the station before the competition tomorrow to ensure my papers are up to date.”

“I hate him”

I heard Gator snicker.

“You’ll see me before your brother is up to ride, I promise.”

“I miss you.”

“I’m pretty sure I miss you more.”

I took a deep breath, and Gator did the same.

“Not to be a pest but why didn’t you text me back earlier?”

“Some asshole I was dealing with tampered my mood.

Then Rhett was already at my apartment.”

I heard him hum.

“Anyone I need to deal with?”

“Not yet. But you can deal with your father for me.”

He laughs.

“Call me if you can't sleep. Ill be up, but get some rest.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, love you.”

“Love you.”

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Do you have any lee!wiggly x ler!wilbur hcs??? We need more of those two tbh

Anon: *donna daggit voice* could you make a statement on wiggly/wilbur

*dan reynolds voice* i am dan reynolds and im here too

Anon: While we're on the subject do you have any wiggly wilbur thoughts bouncing around that you haven't shared?

My my, hungry aren’t we? Says the hungry hungry caterpillar herself

I keep bouncing around like a pinball on how tf Wiggly landed on Tickle Me Wiggly for his doll. Like did he come up with it on his own, or did Wilbur suggest it for shits n giggles & Wiggly just went with it because it “sounds fun”

Bouncing off that idea, Wiggly would totally pretend like he has no clue what tickling is & makes Wilbur explain it to him, planning to launch a surprise attack. But the thing is, Wilbur thinks he legit doesn’t know what it is because he just can’t see Wiggly as anything but a straight shooter & jokes don’t seem like his style. So Wilbur just kinda smirks like “well, it’s easier if I show you” & attacks HIM

Wiggly wasn’t expecting it at all & crumbles immediately. He’s just rolling around on the ground while Wilbur tries out all his spots & teasingly explains everything he’s doing & why he’s laughing so much. He’s such an asshole

So Wilbur basically found out right away that Wiggly’s very ticklish, but what goes around comes around bitch! Wiggly wasted no time once he recovered & made sure Wilbur knows who’s in charge

The other lib saw him get his shit wrecked & are the most obnoxious peanut gallery, they’re no help at all. He’s screaming for at least ONE of them to do something & they’re just like “oh but we want to learn what it is too” & Wiggly’s just laughing too hard to yell at them

Earlier I mentioned how when he cuddles Wilbur, he basically uses his entire body & even hugs him with his tentacles. He LOVES to tickle him when he’s least expecting it & is able to attack multiple spots at once. He thinks it’s so cute & funny how Wilbur squirms all over & still can’t escape his grasp

During one of their cuddle sessions, Wilbur was idly tracing/rubbing along one of the tentacles wrapped around him. Wiggly gasped & accidentally squeezed tighter & practically just gave himself away. Wilbur has a fucking field day with it & teases the shit out of him

Wiggly gets so giggly & squirmy when you get him good, it’s honestly so adorable

If Wiggly’s in a ler mood he takes all of it out on poor Wilbur. He’s not gonna get away for hours

Wiggly loves to work him up & make him flustered over a period of time to really drag things out. But he’s not so tough when the tables are turned

I hope that this is enough food for everyone! Just some appetizers ‘til I write a fic!

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E2 Home

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

THIS EPISODE!!!! WHAT!??!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOSHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS EP SOOO MUCH!!!!

Alright then. What I am waiting for? Let's get into it!!

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Okay!!! THIS EP WAS SO FOCUSED ON FOUND FAMILY-- AND I LOVE IT!!! <33333

But I honestly love how it's focused on Zane in a way. I'll write my view on Zane in this ep at the end of this post.

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Okay, I love how Wu's first instinct was to check the gaming room!! Absolutely hilarious!!

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Okay.. lemme make this clear. I feel absolutely sorry for this dude

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Alrighty, let's move on tooooo....

#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene

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It wouldn't be lloyd if he didn't regret his life choices, now would it?

#RegretLifeDesisions

OKAY I SWEAR I WAS CRYING WHEN I SAW THESE LAST SCENES!😭😭😭

LLOYD, BABY, U GO RIGHT INTO THAT SHIP AND RUN INTO UR UNCLE'S ARMS!! STOP THINKING THAT UR UNLOVEABLE!!!

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ALRIGHT!! ENOUGH OF LLOYD!! TIME FOR ✨ZANE✨!!!

Alright in the beginning we can see Jay, Cole, and Kai complaining to Wu and saying that Zane was weird.

I honestly love Wu's wise response:

"What is weird? Someone who is different? Or someone who is different than you?"

We then get a few flashbacks where Zane acts a bit odd. Okay... not that big of a deal as of rn.

The scene then shifts to the group at dinner. Zane comes walking in with a delious-looking turkey, wearing a pink apron.

As expected, the group laughs. Even Master Wu (totally not responsible and kind of u, Wu) joins in with the laughter.

After clearing up that mess they decide to have a food fight. Now on the surface, nothing seems wrong about that. (except for the fact that they're wasting food. my asian parents would never allow that in our house, loll)

But pay close attention to Zane.

He isn't smiling. He isn't laughing.

He's upset.

When Jay throws a piece of food at him, he FLINCHES!!! In his mind, all the time and love he spent making the meal is being wasted and underappreciated as his family throws it around as if it's nothing. They're all playing around and joking, but he isn't laughing...

And when he goes outside and sees the stars, look how happy he is!

This is one thing I love about Zane: he finds happiness in the most simplest of things.

When he sees the falcon fly away to an unknown location. He hesitates. He looks back at the monastery where you can STILL hear their laughter. His smile fades. Then he looks at the falcon and decides to follow it. And he follows the falcon with a SMILE.

Time skip, we see Zane and the team find Lloyd's treehouse. (a pretty impressive treehouse, ngl)

Just so I don't spoil the entire ep to you, I'm gonna ignore all the fighting scenes. When the ninjas come back, they see that their monastery is destroyed. And what do they do?

They yell at Zane. They blame him.

And what does Zane do? Nothing.

He doesn't retaliate. Doesn't try to put the blame on others. He does nothing. He takes all the blows.

He leaves and we later find out it's because he saw the falcon.

But... Y"ALL! When everyone apologizes, he doesn't act smug or try to rub it in their faces-- he asks them why they were apologizing.

In his innocently, pure mind, he doesn't take anything into account. He forgives them.

This is such a pure action, that's so simple but still so deep. He loves his team so much and nothing they ever do will affect that love he has for them. (im crying y'all)

AND THE LAST SCENE!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOSH!!! I WAS SQUEALING WHEN I WATCHED THIS!!

(first of... Jay and Kai run really weirdly... why are their arms flapping around!?!)

THE FAMILY FLUFFFF!!!!

"I am proud of you, Zane. One day, I promise, we will find your family."

And Zane's responce... 😭😭

"But... I've already found them"

*sniff sniff*

*breaks down into happy tears*

Y"ALLL ZANE IS SOO... SO FORGIVING!!!! I can't with this nindroid😭

And lastly... look at this wholesome scene.

Here we can see a huge contrast to the beginning scene. Here Zane initiates the throwing of food. And here, everyone is laughing.

It's only a joke if everyone is laughing. It's only funny if everyone is smiling. It's only "playing around" if everyone is okay with it.

I know that this review was a bit deep, but I'm only in the 2nd ep of season 1 and I'm absolutely loving it!! I'm so glad I decided to rewatch Ninjago!

Anyways, this is all I have for now. See y'all for ep 3!!

~KN out~

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[jxcosmic]

I’M HERE NOW MY LOVE

A/N: I’m not even gonna hold y’all, this is my first story…so spare with me. Let me know how I did.

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Miguel O’hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Little bit of baby angst but happy ending and mostly fluff lol. I made this man obsessed with you. Not prof read sorry!

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You tossed and turned on your shared bed for what felt like the 100th time tonight. “He said he’d be home by now.” You grumbled tossing your arm over your eyes to shield yourself from the light reflecting off the moon and in throw the window. “Ojalá, he sent me a text saying he was gonna be late again.”

You eagerly shift to your left grabbing your phone on the nightstand stand to see if there might be any missed texts from your boyfriend.

Nothing

“Now what the fuck!” You threw your head down on to the silky black pillows staring at the ceiling, eyebrows knitted together. This past week he had been coming home later and later each day from the spider society. Which you normally wouldn’t mind, but you haven’t been able to spend anytime with him on top of your work load interfering as well.

You missed him, like an ache in your heart missed him. And you knew deep down if you told him that you did he’d be here in a heartbeat to put your worries to rest. But that would make you feel like a burden. Another thing to take care off onto top of everything at the spider society. You wanted to be his safe place not his responsibility. “Sigh I guess I’m just gonna go to bed.”

You put your phone back on the nightstand and got comfortable for another night not seeing your boyfriend.

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“Baby! Im home.” Yelled the tanned man. Walking through his apartment door and turning to look it. Headache pulsing at his temples.

“Baby?”

Hm nothing, you must be asleep. He walking through the home all the way to your shared bedroom. He walks in to see you curled up on his side of the bed. He’s just admiring you, the way your chest falls, your lips slightly parted, your eyes,the dark circles that linger under them and your eyebrows still scrunched together in annoyance. He atomically feels his heart sink. “Oh baby” he kneels next to you on the floor next to the bed. “I’m sorry I was late again mama.” He whispers not wanting to wake you up. He leans in pressing his lips in between your brows. Gentle kisses to relax them.

He love the way your face automatically relaxes in his touch. It’s like instinct, it’s like your body knows he’s here, with you, loving you. “I promise I’ll be around more mama, I promise.” He’s stroking your hair now admiring your sleeping figure. He gets up and heads towards the bathroom, getting ready to wash away the days stress off of him.

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You wake up to the sound on water running. “He must be home” you thought. Rubbing the sleep out your eyes and turning on your side to check the time on your phone. 3:45 “Cońo,this is the latest he’s ever been.” And now you’re mad. Your mad that you know he has to work tomorrow again. And it’s not because, awe I won’t see him again tomorrow. But because he has to get up at six in the morning to get ready for work again, and he’s gonna be there all day again, and run off what 2-3 hours of sleep? No he’s not doing this, you don’t care how important the spider society is right now, he is gonna kill himself if he keeps going like this.

You sit up, preparing to tell Miguel how you feel. Even if he doesn’t want to hear it. He thinks he can take it. He thinks he can only rely on himself to get things done. That if he doesn’t do it no one will. He gotten better with it since you’ve been in his life, but we all know old habits die hard.

He steps out the bathroom towel around his waste. He doesn’t even see you sitting up on the bad. His broad back facing you. You watch as he gets dressed for bed. Watching him almost makes you forget why your mad. But no, he needs to hear what you have to say. “Miguel.” You break the silence in the dimly lit room. He turns around, pulling his shirt over his head, “Oh hey baby.” He gives you a warm smile, hair still wet and in his face. “Lord have mercy” you thought. You shake your head and look at him “Do you know what time it is Miguel?”

He sighs, shoulders dropping as he walks towards the bed, he getting a feeling you aren’t that happy to see him. “I know,I know, I had to fix something with an anomaly and I got caught up-“ you interrupted him. “Got caught up nada, this past week you have been coming home later and later each day!” You huff arms crossing as you continue. “My love I understand your job is important but you are gonna kill yourself if you keep going like this.” You stare at the man in front of you. Eyes full of worry and anger. He looks back at you searching your eyes for maybe there’s a way he get get outta this. But no, you have a stern look on your face, and he feels like a kid who is getting told off.

“I know, I’m sorry mi amor.” He crawls into bed next to you. Pulling onto his lap facing him. You don’t protest, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. “I don’t think you know Miguel, you have to go back to work tomorrow, and wake up at 6, it’s already gonna be 4 I-” You take a deep breath trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “-That isn’t healthy..” you speak, voice just above a whisper as you look up into his eyes. Your hands rubbing small circles on his chest. Hoping he understands what you are trying to say.

He lets your words float in the air before slowly soaking them in. He hadn’t even realized how tired he actually was. How tired he is.

He brings his hand up to cup your face. His thumb gliding back a forth. Looking into the eyes of the woman he loves. You smile up at him tears threatening to spill. “I also miss you~” You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

He just stares into your eyes, like he’s trying to find something to say. He lets your face go and pulls you fully into his chest. He takes a deep breath, just taking your sent. He closes his eyes, just taking in how your body feels against his. Something he hasn’t felt in so long. He pulls away and presses his head to yours. “I missed you too…so, so much.”

You two stay like this for a little while, just enjoying each others presence. The only thing that can be heard is each other’s breaths. He finally breaks the silence.

“I’ll call off tomorrow and you should too.” He’s pulled away and is staring into to your eyes. You’d never thought you could see that much love in someone’s eyes before. But he always proves you wrongs somehow.

However much you think he loves you, it’s more. And you relish in it. You take a moment to just look back at him. Soft smile taking over your features. “That sounds like an amazing idea.” You cup his face in your hands, bring his forehead to your lips for a tender kiss on his skin.

He lets out a content sigh. He’s loving every moment of this. Loving the attention you give him. You hands are so soft on his skin. It feels beautiful, you are beautiful. Heart never holding any hate or distain for his past. All he wants is to see you happy and healthy.

“Ugh I love you woman.” He wraps you up in his arms and lays back on the bed taking you with him. You let out giggles, he’s back with you. And now you can let out a breath you’ve been holding in. You look up at him from the place on his chest. “I love you too Miguel.”

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[pizzaloops]

Wait-

Hold ON- Hold the fuck up-

Pizza head?! You're behind all this?!

Why am I that surprised-

{ The nearby television screen snapped to life, Pizzahead giving them a wave }

"Oh golly, now just what are you on about, huh? Behind 'it'? Behind what, HAH?! I mean, I've done quiiiite a lot of things, you know! Is it the whole 'im gonna laser your shoddy restaurant' thing? Because I think I'd be doing quite the service to get rid of that eyesore! You don't even live there, why are you so mad about it, anyway? Oh, and can you please not yell? I've got a reaaaal bad headache right now!"

{ he very noticeably slapped an icebag onto his head. }

{ It slid right off the moment his hand left it. }

"Must be from all the screentime, gosh, I really ought to cut back on that! Oh gee, I could even start right now even! Though it is fun talking to you… ah, but what's the point in chatting if you're just gonna yell at me for doing the world a favour? I've got loooots of things to do, too, running a tower is lots of work! Can't afford to waste time dilly-dallying with you lot. Yep, so if that'll be all, I'll be going now!"

{ he waved emphatically once more and blew a kiss at the screen }

"Buh-byeeee if you have any issues with the tower just call my secretary- er, do I have one of those?- hm, well, no matter! Just get Gerome then, I guess. I reaaaaaally don't care either way! I'll seeya soon hope you enjoy your stay I'm gonna go make sure my super-cool-awesome-death-laser doesn't get lonely, toodlooooo~!"

{ and with that, the screen shut off again } { if he was still watching, he made no move to show it }