#imagine me taking my hat off and stomping on it

[ineedtofinishthh]

They had me so fucked up with that 'good at cooking' comment on Yuma's file. Had me convinced of things and jumpinh through hoops to make sense of stuff that WASnt even there ToT. I literally thought he and makoto used to live together because of it man

Like oh Yuma used to be good at cooking and some of makotos flavour text mentions that he's a bad cook and always orders out, even tho he has a fully stocked kitchen? That wasn't hinting at makoto being used to Yuma cooking for him, ITS BEVAUSE THEY BOTH FUXKING SUCK AT COOKING CUZ THEY WERE THE SAME PERSON

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  LINES OF YOUR HANDS

SUMMARY : dean tries being seductive in a Santa suit… and it works, surprisingly. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, on the kitchen table, Santa suit kink, nude photography, breeding kink, jerking off, cum play

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — (Santa) suit kink and nude photography. this was cute to me, idk ‘bout y’all, like yeah, the sex, but Dean’s so cute in my imagination (and in the show). had clara oswald and danny pink in mind for this one, lmao XXX

“Merry Christmas, my love!” Dean exclaimed from the doorway of the kitchen. His girlfriend turned around, distractedly biting off the arm of a gingerbread man. 

“You could’ve at least picked something sexy,” she snorted, turning away from him to bite the other arm of her gingerbread man. Dean pouted and made his way to her unenthusiastically. 

“Well, guess what I’m wearing underneath,” he proposed excitedly with his hands on his hips. She didn’t turn around to look at him this time. 

“Uh… your Scooby-Doo boxers?” She asked, grinning at the space in front of her before taking a bite of a gingerbread cookie’s leg. She knew that would make Dean whine more. “One of the hundred of black t-shirts you own, and uh… those ‘send noods’ socks, my fave,” she continued with a dreamy laugh. Dean sputtered. 

“No,” he pouted adorably. She shrugged, mouth full, drinking warm coconut milk to help the cookie go down. Defeated, Dean’s frown deepened. “Nothing,” he whined, then stomped over to her, hoping she’d look at him. “Come on, admit it’s sexy,” he smiled cheekily, sitting on the table next to the small plate with crumbs and a gingerbread man that no longer had arms and legs. 

She sighed playfully and then leaned back, eyes trailing from the top of his cute head to the bottom of his hot legs. She checked him out once more, contemplating his appearance: she stared at his thighs, the tent in the red, fluffy trousers, the tightness of the suit on him, the little bit of skin showing at his neck, the floppy red and white hat on top of his head.

She tried to give him what he wanted, to see the sexiness in his costume. But… she couldn’t help it, she smiled brightly at him. He was too damn adorable. 

“Oh, come on!” He whined, then hastily undid the black belt around his waist, letting the coat fall open. She held her breath as she watched him, her eyes glued to his taut, hot body, and his warm, freckled skin. He bit his lip, and pulled his pants down to release his cock, and slowly started to jerk himself off. 

That did it for her. Her stomach flipped and her pussy clenched, warmth spread over her face, her stomach, her cunt. She released a shaky breath as a wave of dampness ruined her underwear almost instantly. 

Squeezing her thighs, she fumbled and checked her pockets for her phone to take a picture. Maybe a lot more than one. This was so hot and definitely worth being kept in the hidden photo album of explicit photos and videos of her and Dean. 

When he saw it in her hands, he stopped touching himself and reached for the phone, but she snatched it away before he could snatch it away.

“Hey!” He complained. He thought she was going to ignore him and scroll through her phone instead.

“Shut up,” she grunted, which made his mouth shut instantly, “I’m trying to eat my gingerbread man and you want to seduce me… now deal with the fact that it worked.”

“You’re torturing the little man,” he stared down at the gingerbread man with an exaggerated frown. “But, hey, I ain’t complainin’ if you wanna take a few videos of me right now,” he grinned, going right back at it. “Did ya name him?” He asked, running his thumb over the tip of his leaking cock. 

“Patrick,” she laughed softly, then stood up to find the perfect angle. It didn’t matter though, he looked good from all angles. She snapped a photo, kept tapping and tapping the red button to get as many as she could. Data storage be damned. 

“Want some more frosting on Patrick?” He jested, but she was actually contemplating his offer. He cursed softly and watched her with hooded eyes. 

She leaned down to collect the beads of precum at his tip with her tongue which made his body tense up, a loud moan erupting from his throat. She reached over and took a bite of her cookie, mixing the sweet and tangy flavour of her two favourite things. “Yummy,” she snickered, staring straight at Dean. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips. 

“Maybe when you’ve got another load, you’re cumming inside me first.” She pushed her cup and the headless cookie to the far end of the table, close to the wall. “Fuck, actually… should I take a picture of you cumming on your hand first?” She stopped in the middle of lifting her shirt up, staring at him as he slowed the pace of his movements to stop his orgasm. 

“No, later,” he decided for her, “please, get up here and ride me.” He begged, then shifted on the table to lie on his back, aware of the plate and cup she pushed against the wall when he placed the Santa hat with them. She snickered and lifted the top over her head. She wore no bra this morning and the sight of her  breasts made him moan softly. 

“Comfortable?” She asked, kicking her slippers off and then slid her leggings and underwear down in one swift pull. 

“Just get up here,” he told her impatiently, reaching down to tug at his balls instead of jerking himself off. She laughed again and did as he asked. She climbed up the chair, made her way onto the table, and then sat on his lap, taking his hard cock in her hand. 

“How are you making this work?” She teased, biting her lip, slowly stroking from base to tip. He instantly grabbed her hips, his red lips parted to release quick breaths as he brought her forward over his erect cock.

He shrugged, biting his lip and smiling cutely. “Please,” he begged again, urging her to take him. She playfully, teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, and stared down at him mischievously.

“Sam’s gonna get mad that we fucked on the table.” He knew she was stalling on purpose, getting him riled up. Her intentions were clearer when she reached for her phone again, and took a couple photos of his cock in her hand. 

She stopped stroking his cock to focus on taking more photos. It frustrated him and he groaned, reaching between her legs. While she treated him like a sex model, leaning back in his lap to capture him at the best angle with her phone, he separated her folds and brushed his thumb against her clit. 

His cock twitched when he brought two of his fingers to her entrance and an insane amount of slick met his fingertips. “Wow, it’s really workin’,” he chuckled, smiling up at her smugly. She rolled her eyes, lips parting when he pushed two fingers into her, meeting no resistance. “Please tell me you’re done, I wanna be inside you and feel all of this… wrapped around my dick,” he mumbled, pushing a third finger into her, then spread them apart inside her. 

“Oh… fuck, Dean!” She moaned in surprise. Her phone tumbled out of her hand and rattled on the floor, but it didn’t break. She slammed both hands on his chest as her thighs shook on either side of his body as his fingers curled against the front of her walls. 

“It’s Santa now,” he teased, pulling his soaked fingers out of her fluttering pussy to wrap it around his cock. She barely composed herself when he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting his cock into her swiftly. 

She cried out again and buried her face into his neck, making a tight fist with both hands clenching around the red and white Santa jacket he wore. She moaned softly when he rolled his hips gently, soothing the amazing stretch of her cunt around him. 

“Shit.. that was way too easy, babe,” he gasped, giving her ass a gentle swat. “You okay?” He murmured, kissing her temple. She nodded, her pussy fluttering needily around his cock. “Well…” he paused for a moment, reaching up to move her hair to one side, then lifted her mouth up to his. “What do you want for Christmas, sweetheart?” He mumbled against her lips, giving her a few loving pecks. 

She kissed him lewdly, licking across his sugary lips and into his minty mouth with a hum. With a smirk, she replied, “a baby.” 

His grip on her hair tightened and his cock twitched inside her. He pulled her off him with a sharp tug of her hair and stared at her face, stunned and aroused. “Don’t ask for something if you’re not serious about it…” he murmured, planting his black-leather-boot clad feet on the table.

“Who said I wasn’t serious?” She asked, placing her arm beside his head and laying her palm flat over his toned stomach. 

“That shit-eating grin on your fuckable face.” Before she could get out a reply, Dean began to piston his hips up into her, clasping both hands on her hips roughly to keep her from moving. 

With a surprised moan she pressed her forehead into her arm and wrapped her hand around one of Dean’s wrists, above his watch. 

She panted heavily into his ear, occasionally moaning encouragements that made him fuck her harder. Her clit slapped delightfully against his pelvis with each thrust and upward grind. He focused on chasing her pleasure more than his own, angling her hips so he could press his cock into the front of her pussy, brushing repeatedly over her sweet spots. 

“You want a baby?” He asked breathlessly, cock throbbing inside her velvety walls. He could feel her getting as close to her orgasm as he was, and continued to grind up against her after every thrust to stimulate her clit. “I’ll give you a baby,” he growled, latching his lips to her pulse. 

With a sharp thrust and a hard bite, he came inside her with a grunt of her name against her neck. Hot cum pooled inside her and triggered her own orgasm. With a shuddering moan of Dean’s name, she took Dean's face lovingly into her hands and kissed him as he helped her ride out her orgasm. 

Her kiss-swollen lips moved across his jaw, down his flushed neck and chest as they attempted to catch their breaths. Dean pulled her closer, his warm hands squeezing his favourite parts of her body that he could reach. Barely having caught their breaths, he mumbled, “I believe you need to let me eat your cookie now that I’ve delivered your gift. Santa’s gotta get a reward,” against her flushed cheek.

She moved away from his mouth and lifted a brow at the playful grin he gave her. “Do not call my vagina a cookie ever again,” she giggled, pushing up off his chest. Except he pulled her back down with his fingers around the back of her neck to peck her lips, once, then twice.

“Babe, please, I’m trying to be in the Christmas spirit,” he reasoned playfully with a nod, dimples on display with his puckered lips. He slid his hands down the curve of her back and stopped just shy of her ass, calloused hands caressing her soft skin.

She eyed him suspiciously and then dropped a lingering kiss on his forehead for cuteness. “Okay, I’ll let it slide… this time,” she smiled, then dropped doting kisses over his cheeks and nose. 

“Right, but you have no problem with me referring to myself as Santa, hmm?” He muttered, feigning disappointment. Mischievously, she stopped her kisses before she could get to his mouth, hovering over his lips after kissing the corner of his mouth. 

She pulled away as he waited for her kiss with a very subtle pucker of his lips and then, he had the audacity to pout again. “Be happy that I fucked you in this ridiculous costume at all,” she frowned, but her bright and amused eyes betrayed her serious face. 

“This costume is not ridiculous, okay? You’re ridiculous…” he scoffed, moving his hands away from her hips to cross them over his chest defensively.

She bit back a smile and slid off his soft dick, which made him reach out for her to return with his lips parted to ask her to come back. Instead, she took his hands to balance herself as she climbed off the table and took her phone off the floor, his cum already starting to dribble out of her pussy.

She squeezed her legs together as she unlocked her cellphone to study the photos she took of Dean. “I’m gonna get these framed… or.. I’m making my own porn magazine with photos of you naked.. yeah, that’s a great idea,” she spoke to herself thoughtfully. 

Dean blindly grabbed for the Santa hat, lifted his pants up, and slid off the table to wrap his arms around his naked girlfriend. He put the hat back on and dropped his chin on her shoulder to gaze at her phone.  

“Only if you do the same for me,” he proposed bashfully, then slowly started moving his hands down between her legs. She smiled and parted her legs for him, but she didn’t expect him to send a slap over her sensitive clit.

He must have expected her reaction because he released her immediately and backed away when she jumped with a shout and turned to face him swiftly. She glared at him and walked towards him until the metal counter hit his back. 

He licked his lip, trying to lean casually against the counter with his green eyes shining bright like shiny ornaments on a Christmas tree. He swallowed excitedly and smiled at her flirtatiously—that stupid smile he gave women when he tried picking them up or to get information out of them. 

“I’m tying you up with the Christmas lights for that,” she threatened seductively, pressing herself up against his taut body. He bit his lip and carefully moved his hands to her ass to keep her close, then squeezed. 

“Really?” 

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[dotster001]

im not certain if you're taking requests or if you even write crowley so if you don't, please ignore this and have a lovely day :)

reader who has a crush on crowley and shows this by stealing his coat and top hat at any oppertunity, because thievery is my love language and also his coat looks really nice and comfy.

Crow(ley) Brain

A/N: I really liked how this came out. Hope it was what you were looking for 😁

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CW:It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

Present Day

Dire was getting ready for his work as headmaster, but he couldn't find his mask. He'd taken it off the night before so that he could turn your cuddle session into a full on makeout session. He could have sworn it was on the side table, but it was just…gone. 

"You haven't seen my mask, have you?" He asked as he started lifting up blankets and pillows and his various shiny things he kept on the floor.

"No," you said simply.

He turned back around, and you were fully dressed in his hat, mask, and coat, the coat hanging haphazardly off your shoulders.

"You're certain you haven't seen my mask?" he said with a smirk.

"Nope."

He walked up to you, lifting the mask slightly off your face so that he could kiss the tip of your nose.

"Well, you know, if I don't have my stuff, I can't go to work, and you can't go to class, cause I'll be lonely."

You gave the fakest gasp he's ever heard. "Oh no!"

He sighed.

"I can be generous with my lover. Five more minutes together, then you'll give me back my stuff."

You pouted. "25 minutes."

"Deal."

He really should not even bother looking anymore. Long before you'd started dating, you'd shown your hand. He just could forget all about it when you smiled at him so innocently.

6 months prior…

"Listen, prefect, the rest of the boys and I are starting to get suspicious," Ace whispered as you cycled through your keys. You'd bought a lot off of Sam, so you couldn't be sure which one was the one you were looking for.

"About what?"

"Well, you said that we were doing this to prank Crowley, but we aren't sure if that's true."

"Huh?"

"Look, the rest will never say it to your face, but you spend far too much time hanging out with the headmage for it to be a normal thing."

"I'm not following your logic."

Ace exhaled heavily. "Well, some of the guys think, not necessarily me, but some of them, think that-"

"YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH THE HEADMAGE, HENCHHUMAN!" a gray blob shouted as it rammed into you, making you drop all the keys and lose your place.

"Sevens! Grim! You're supposed to keep watching at the end of the hall!"

"You don't need six people guarding a set of stairs and a hallway that doesn't spawn more than 40 feet," Grim folded his arms with a harrumph.

By sheer luck, you found the key you needed on the first try, and opened the headmage's office.

"What makes you think I'm in love with the headmage?" you asked with a scowl. "Nevermind, just watch the door. We'll discuss your idiocy later."

You stomped into the room, Grim right behind you.

"Grim! I said-"

"Ace can watch the door just fine! You can't avoid this conversation! Even Jack and Deuce are suspicious, and they don't notice anything!"

You glared, before digging through Crowley's desk, looking for something, anything, to take.

"That doesn't make any sense. If I loved Crowley, why would I rob him?"

"Perhaps to get his attention," the devil in question boomed directly behind you. Both you and Grim froze, and you stared at the open door.

"Ace!" You whined.

He peeked in, saw Crowley, and grimaced, before giving a half hearted,

"Um, caw caw…."

"Too late, Ace!" You snapped.

"He didn't come through the door!" He snapped back.

"Correct. In my geniusness, I laid a trap for you!"

You pouted. Sam must have sold you out. Your crew was stupid, but they were rock solid.

You turned to Crowley, putting your most innocent grin on.

"What can I do for you, headmage?"

"I'd like my things back, my darling crow," he hummed.

"Things?" Sweet, innocent, give him nothing to work with.

"You got sloppy, darling," he smirked, hooking a clawed finger under the chain you were wearing, revealing your gold pendant.

Or, more accurately, his gold pendant.

"I'll admit, you had me fooled for a while, but even the dimmest will notice if you literally flaunt your stolen trinkets. Although," he paused, tilting his head to the side, "it does suit you." He hummed for a moment, then, "Keep it."

"Huh?"

"I want you to keep it." He seemed to remember Ace and Grim were there, and he gave a cough.

"You two. I have the mastermind. Get out of here before I change my mind."

Ace and Grim sprinted away without a glance back. Cowards.

You pouted, until you felt the claw from earlier tilting your chin up.

"What am I going to do with you, prefect?" He muttered, and in a way that you felt like you weren't actually meant to hear.

"I suppose all I can do is give you the attention you seem to crave." His smile would light up your world anyway.

4 months prior….

But it wasn't about attention. Which is why, even though you were Crowley's partner of two months, you still stole his stuff.

But today? Today was your masterpiece! You'd somehow managed to steal his cloak. You felt bad as hell.

And, since you two were dating, you were going to get away with it! Everyone assumes it was a sweet gesture, intended to keep a cold partner warm, or a possessive gesture, intended to show everyone who you belonged to. Either way? No one questioned you.

No one but the man himself, who had snuck up behind you in the courtyard and placed both his hands on your shoulders.

"Morning, my radiant prefect," he hummed, clearly grinning at how stiff you'd gotten. "I thought we had fixed our little thieving issue. Have you felt I've been neglecting you?" He nuzzled into your neck, pressing a ticklish kiss there.

"Nope. Just wanted to take it," you answered. You decided that honesty was what would make this relationship work.

"Oh? Any reason?" He asked, gently attempting to take it off your shoulders, while you sidestepped. To an outsider, it would look like two lovers doing a dance, not a headmage trying to steal his coat back.

"If I told you, it would spoil the fun of the mystery for you!" You sang as you expertly freed yourself and skipped away.

2 months prior…

"You're dating the man. Literally, you want his hat, ask for it!" Sebek growled. 

Ace was no longer your lookout when robbing your boyfriend. And Jack's new job was distracting Grim. You'd learned your lesson.

And you were thinking you were learning a new one. Sebek was too loud to be a lookout. You'd have to promote Epel or Deuce next round.

"It's not as exciting like that!" You growled, using the key you'd stolen to unlock his room.

"I don't understand! It seems foolish!"

"I agree." Crowley was always a step ahead of you these days. It was infuriating.

"I am more than happy to just give you my hat," he said, plopping his hat on your head. "In fact, I love taking every opportunity to show your admirers that you are mine!"

Sebek raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

You pouted. "It's not about that."

"Then what is it about?" He gave a booming laugh, pushing his hat over your eyes.

"How do I phrase this," you muttered, giggling as you pulled the hat back up. "You know how when you see something shiny, you can't resist the urge to take it?"

"And you feel like that about my stuff?"

"Sort of," you groaned in frustration, then perked back up, an idea in your head. "Okay, you know how when you see something cute, you just are filled with such joy that you want to squeeze it until it pops? Well, I see you, and I'm filled with so many emotions, and so much joy, that I just want to take your stuff and giggle!"

"That," Crowley breathed heavily, "is the sweetest thing I've ever heard!" He started sobbing, scooping you into his arms and holding you there, his hat falling to the ground.

"I shall, uh, take my leave," Sebek said with a cough as your boyfriend clung to you.

Present day…

"Twenty five minutes up," Crowley groaned. "Now be good, and give me my stuff back."

You pouted, but slowly removed the hat, mask, and cloak, handing them back with a growl.

He laughed lightly. "I know, dearest, but I need them for work. You'll have a chance to take them again tomorrow."

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then your nose, then a long kiss to your lips.

"I hope I get to see you today."

"Me too," you whispered. Crowley left with a grin.

When you were certain he was gone, you put on your new ring. Or more accurately.

His old ring.

[azurlily]

Hey there hope you’re doing well I don’t know if you’re still taking your requests at the moment. But if you are here’s one I would like Some head canon for Azula shocking, I know and Mai Tylee and Suki With an OC who likes to sleep topless If you’re comfortable with that or interested

I'm so sorry! I thought I posted this 3 days ago and I check my account and notice it isn't there. I checked my drafts and saw it🤦🏽‍♀️. The gif of Suki I'm using is the only one with just her(no other characters in the picture), if anyone could find more with just her I'd be so thankful!!

Also does anyone know why when I press my stuff(my posts) tumblr says it doesn't exist. Yet I'll scroll down in my acc and find it. It's confusing and I'm going to have to fix a bunch of stuff because of it.

Ozai's Angel's + Suki

When fem!reader sleeps topless.

Azula

Y'all ever sent hat shocked pikachu meme? Yeah that's Azula the first time she sees you sleep topless.

I imagine it was your first night sleeping in the same bed, and you just threw your shirt off. No hesitation. Azula turned and just stared are your bare back. You still had pants/shorts on so she assumed you were going to change. Although in front of her? Really? So bold...

Instead when you turn towards the bed to lay down, you hear the loudest little squeak! It's probably one of the only times Azula will ever act like that. It's just so surprising that you'd frivolously in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You would look over ins surprise and Azula would immediately turn around.

"Something wrong, zula?"

Azula will stomp her foot and turn back towards you, her eyes cast downwards. You didn't see anything wrong with your clothing choice seeing as you distinctly remember mentioning this to Azula multiple times before.

"You have no shirt and nothing to conceal your chest! Just what are you trying to do on our first night...disgusting!"

Of course Azula didn't mean that last part, but she said it anyway.

You just stared at her for a few moments and then laughed, if you're this far in the relationship(and it wasn't forced) you've learned Azula a lot better than most.

"I'm going to lay down, when you're comfortable: come join me?"

Just wait it out and within a few minutes you'll feel shuffling in the bed. Azula wont touch you in anyway, even to wake you up. The next few days will be her getting comfortable with sleeping next to you like this. Within a month(maybe longer if this is something that truly surprised her about you) she'll be spooning you and refusing to explain why. Don't ask either or she will stop.

Mai

The most calm about the entire situation. That doesn't mean Mai isn't surprised, she's the complete opposite in fact. Mai just doesn't show her emotions like others.

As you two were getting in bed after a long day of doing everything Azula wanted...and complaining about it when she wasn't listening. You and Mai just wanted to relax together.

It doesn't matter if it was the first time you slept together or if you simply always wore a shirt to make her comfortable. Either way Mai has to ensure she's in the right reality when you- in front of her and with no shame -begin to undress.

Mai is(despite popular belief) very awkward. Especially around the girl she's oh so in love with. Mai has, on multiple occasions, not said a single word to you for an entire day. Simply because you made her too 'flustered' to function and she was afraid that she might say something less than appropriate for the situation.

So Mai doesn't say anything. She stares, though. Her eyes don't leave you body the moment she notices what you're doing. It's already hard for her to look away when you have clothes on, but this?! You must be trying to kill her.

"Mai? Are you okay? I'm sorry should I put my shirt back on?"

That's about the only thing that will get her attention. Mai looks up at your face instead of your chest. It takes her a second to recognize your words. They turn her a slight pink, which she looks away as to not show you.

"No. It's fine. Warn me next time. . .please."

Mai has a tendency to make herself seem cold and distant for fear of hurting you. Unknowingly though, that's what ends up hurting you in the end.

You lay in the bed, turned away from Mai. You hear a slight rustle in the bed before a small voice speaks up. Not something you'd expect from her normally.

"I think you look pretty; I-I love you."

Your heart melts.

Ty Lee

A lil' NSFW

Ty Lee is the one who reacts the sweetest. I fully believe that Ty lee has seen some things from being in the circus and all. She doesn't react coldly like Mai nor is she embarrassed like Azula. Ty lee is simply happy her partner trusts her so much as to be naked around her.

You two had been sore from a long day and after bathing(separately) you headed to your room together. Ty lee sleeps in a loose shirt and shorts, she's very open with her body as long as it's her partner.

Truly, she flirts with others but you're her sun. The only person she would truly share her body with.

You take off your shirt with your back turned to Ty lee. Sometimes she wishes you would look at her when she undresses. It makes her feel better about her body, knowing her partner likes it.

Ty lee turns and sees you with no shirt. She just stares for a moment before turning back around, she assumed you were still changing and just waited a little longer.

"Uhm, are you done changing yet?"

You told her yes and she turned around. Nearly tripping over herself.

"Are you going to sleep without a shirt?!"

Ty lee barks out a bit of laughter with her words. She realized you were as soon as she said it. You smiled and simply nodded while Ty lee got a little closer to you. She enjoys your body, it's the most beautiful thing in the world to her. So it is incredibly hard for her to look away.

"You know I think you should sleep like this every night. You look. . .cute."

Ty lee pulls herself closer to you, your bodies press together. Your chests more specifically. Ty lee presses her lips to yours and you slowly lead eachother to the bed. Before you two find yourselves under the covers you hear her whisper.

"Your body's so beautiful; I'd like to see all of it."

Suki

I'm sorry if this isn't as accurate to Suki's character as you'd like!(I'm also sorry Suki's is shorter than the others)

Suki is definitely the most bashful, but in a way the least surprised. I'm more than sure she's seen her fair share of female bodies from the Kyoshi Warriors. The only difference is you're her partner, her one and only.

Suki is a very devoted lover, but(and were going off assumption) you're the first woman she's been with. So she feels safer than she would even wirh her closest friends.

As you two were heading in and getting the first bit of proper rest in a while. You didn't think about your sleeping conditions, you were just tired and uncomfortable in your own skin. As you take your shirt off you hear a loud, strangled cough behind you.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were going to change in front of me."

You laid down in the bed and turn towards Suki who looked away. She wasn't wearing her makeup, but she was still in her uniform.

"You should probably take that off. It'll be uncomfortable to sleep in."

Suki just stares at you dumbfounded, some days she wonders where her love for this idiot came from. Suki undresses, not fully knowing if you're watching or not. Her face reddening.

"Do you feel safe like that with me?"

Suki has been emotionally stunted due to her past. Many days, after meeting you, she felt like you'd find someone more devoted and leave.

That because she was a Kyoshi Warrior she wouldn't be able to fully love you.

You hum quietly, you're too tired to answer. Instead you slowly open your arms up from the bed. Suki gets in bed and snuggles into you. Her head pressing against your neck as she peppers kisses.

"I love you, you surprise me everyday."

No one in their right mind can tell me all of those girls don't have trauma. So I tried to sprinkle a little bit of that in there.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

—

I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

[frozenlight-gvf]

Strawberry Wine: Part 1

pairing: barn au: danny x fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: you'd spent the whole summer tormenting the new barn hand, but things were finally reaching that inevitable tipping point where you two would either fall in love or fall apart... or both

word count: 4.5k

warnings (for this part): language, dirty talk, ~digital penetration~, something to do with a hayloft...?, praise/degradation all that good stuff (18+ MINORS DNI)

a/n: this one is dedicated to my youth spent riding horses, everyone who likes imagining danny in levi’s and a cowboy hat, and “strawberry wine” by deana carter

***

Even without the heaviness of the southern July sun and that infamous humidity, you would still be hot under the collar.

You seemed to always wear a scowl. Perhaps it was because the muscles of your face were permanently screwed-up in a sun-blinded squint, or it was because Daniel never let you win a single argument. 

Susannah– your mother and owner of the Nightingale Ranch– had hired the man to help around the barn– feeding the horses and cleaning the stalls and that– but she also had a not-so-secret hope that maybe her only daughter would take a bit of a liking to him. You were always a lone wolf, howling at the moon and snarling at any human– specifically the male type– who got too close.

Daniel Wagner was only the latest victim of your bared teeth; you’d ruthlessly torn out the throats of three other barn hands in recent years, mercilessly tormenting them until they quit the job, citing “workplace tension” to Susannah as the reason for their seething resignations. But despite your constant raised hackles towards him, Daniel stayed. And he stayed with a shit-eating smile.

***

“Wagner, how many times do I have to tell you not to feed Chief until after the 4 o’clock lessons?” you scolded with a bite in your voice.

He flashed a teasing grin at you, carrying a saddle towards the tackroom.

“At least one more time.”

You stomped your boot on the packed-dirt floor of the stable, knuckles planted firmly on the waistband of your jeans. You knew tugging on the horse’s lead rope would be completely in vain, so rather, you focused your frustration at the man walking brazenly down the line of stalls.

“You know I need him for one of my riders, and he won’t do shit when he’s got food in front of him.”

“Come on, that spoiled little priss can ride any other horse here. She doesn’t always need to ride Chief. Put her on Tucker today.” 

Scoffing, you marched after him, following him towards the dusty tackroom, the saddles and pads lining the walls making the entire room smell like leather and sweat.

“And who are you to tell me which horses to put my riders on? I’ve known these horses my whole life, and I’ve been teaching lessons for three years.”

Daniel grunted a bit as he lifted the saddle up to one of the higher slots, reaching his arms above his head then turning to you, catching your eyes flickering to the glimpse of torso you got as his shirt lifted.

“My bad. I forgot that you're just so far above me, heiress."

You bristled at his nickname. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Exactly why I do it– heiress.”

Since your mother owned the barn and all the horses, you were the technical “heiress” of all of it, just as your mother was. But Daniel always made it sound like you were some rich princess, rather than the granddaughter of an honest man who built that barn and raised all the horses. 

You grabbed a saddle from the rack, begrudgingly heading towards Tucker’s stall and tacking up the flea-bitten grey stallion. You would never admit that he was a perfect fit for your rider in the absence of Chief.

After the lesson, the little girl dismounted Tucker, going on and on how she wanted to ride him every week rather than Chief. There was no way in hell you could ever let Daniel know. 

You led Tucker back down from the lesson ring to the stable, both of you covered in sweat and desperate for a cool breeze. Once his tack was off, you patted his soaked side, feeling his huge lungs expanding and contracting rapidly, panting.

“I know, me too. Hotter than hell out there today. Let’s get you a bath, huh?”

The sun was setting over the barn, so you decided to take Tucker out back to the pasture to cool him off, rather than using the hose right outside the barn. The grass was soft and green, and the cicadas were starting to sing. You looked to your left to see Daniel hunched over the broken fence, placing a fresh plank of wood and nailing it in. The incessant noise of the hammer was spoiling what would have been an otherwise peaceful moment.

“Do you mind?” you called over to him. Daniel looked up in the direction of your voice, and a smile dissolved the concentration etched in his face. You could have sworn for a moment that he was happy to see you.

“Susannah said I have to get this done before I leave today. So… no. I don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes and led Tucker towards the water pump, feeling the heavy softness of his hoofbeats resounding in the ground under your feet. Trying to focus on the sunset and the rousing song of cicadas rather than the pounding of Daniel’s hammer, you cranked the handle of the pump a few times, waiting for water to come out of the hose you had attached to it. 

After a few more cranks and crouching down on your knees to see what the matter was, you were about to give up on the old thing and go back to the barn to give Tucker his bath, until water exploded from the pump, sending the hose flying off and soaking you to the skin. You shouted a curse and tumbled backward in surprise, landing in the grass.

Daniel’s loud cackles from across the pasture were not welcome.

And of course you had decided to wear a white t-shirt today.

“Did Tuck get any of that water or no?”

You growled in frustration, reattaching the hose to the pump and finally getting some water to come out. You grabbed the hose tightly, wishing it was Daniel’s neck. 

“Do you wanna come do this? Considering bathing the horses is part of your job description?” You shouted as you shook the hose, coaxing the low-pressured water out from it. Your wet shirt was sticking to your skin, making the nagging heat of the day even more insufferable.

Daniel took the nail he was holding between his teeth and dropped it in his toolbox, closing it up. He gave the fence one last look-over before sauntering over to you. You tried to hide behind the horse to cover yourself; now that your shirt was practically see-through, your black bra was prominently making its presence known.

“Go home, Daniel.”

He didn’t stop walking towards you.

“But I thought you wanted me to bathe Tuck?”

He was close enough now that you had to physically angle your body away from his eager eyes. You watched as his gaze shifted from your chest to your face and back again.

“Black, huh? I always pictured you in pink,” he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes shot open wide at his baiting tease, and words came flying out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be picturing me in anything!”

Daniel cocked his head, his smirk widening and a laugh bubbled from his chest.

“Alright then. I won’t.”

Your jaw dropped, then you clenched it up tight, hating the fact that a blush was rising to your cheeks. Maybe you could blame it on your anger. Or the summer heat. But the idea of Daniel imagining you naked made your whole face burn pink.

“I said, go home.” Your voice was quieter now, but there was still an unmistakable venom to it.

Daniel chuckled and shook his head, putting his toolbox down in the grass and extending his hand for the hose. 

“Come on, give it to me. I’m the barn boy, so I’m the one who has to keep the heiress’ perfect hands from getting all dirty.”

You kept a tight clutch on the hose, skimming the water from Tucker’s coat with your other hand. At this point, you thought your teeth might crack. Daniel moved closer to you, keeping his hand outstretched.

“Y/N, come on, let me have it.”

“No. I know what you’re trying to do. If you get the hose, you’re gonna bathe everything but the horse. And I’d rather not get any more wet than I already am.”

You heard Daniel snicker a bit, and you instantly regretted your choice of words.

“You’re fucking impossible, Wagner,” you grumbled.

He grinned, moving even closer. Leaning down, his voice was low and taunting, almost whispering in your ear.

“But you like me anyways.”

Immediately, you turned the hose on him, relishing in the brief look of surprise in his eyes as he instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. You didn’t let up, bending down to crank the handle of the pump to produce even more water for your attack.

A devilish grin crossed your face as you watched Daniel try and back away, but it was too late. His shirt was already drenched and clinging to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen underneath. 

Before you knew it, Daniel was upon you and wrestling the hose from your grip. You yelped as you felt the water soak your hair and pour into your eyes.

“Daniel!” you shouted, trying to push him away, but one of his strong arms was wrapped tightly around you, keeping you held fast as he laughed and let the remainder of the water drain from the hose.

Sputtering, you wrenched yourself out of Daniel’s arms, stumbling slightly, trying to keep a grip on Tucker’s rope.

“Fucking dick!” you shouted, sweat and sunscreen stinging your eyes.

Daniel just shrugged and smiled, wiping his wet curls from his face.

“Oh, so you can dish it out, but you can't take it?”

“I swear to God, Wagner, I’m going to get you fired.”

He dropped the dripping hose into the grass, taking the horse’s rope from your hand as you kept trying to get your eyes to open without them burning. 

“Susannah loves me. There’s no way in hell she’d fire me.”

“Then quit,” you growled, starting to make your way through the pasture, back towards the barn.

Daniel chuckled, following close behind you and leading the horse with him. 

“Aw, but if I quit, that means you’d never get to tease me again. And that’s your favorite thing in the world.”

“My favorite thing in the world is watching you leave the barn at the end of every day so I don’t have to be around you anymore,” you shot back.

“You watch me leave every day? Someone’s obsessed,” he teased in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your fists and continued your trudge back to the barn, not turning around or responding to Daniel. When you got back, the sun had fully set, and your mother was standing at the back entrance of the barn, watching as two soaking wet figures and a horse approached. You heard her mutter something like “I don’t even want to ask” before turning and heading up towards your house, which was a short walk from the barn. 

The lights inside the barn were warm and cozy, the heat of the day still lingering. Your body was still simmering with anger as you squeezed out your hair. You turned to take Tucker’s rope from Daniel, but he didn't let go.

“I’ll put him away.” His voice was surprisingly soft, and he was wearing a warm smile as opposed to his usual roguish grin. You stared up at him, in a bit of shock– and hating how the sight of him looking down at you made your heart flutter.

“No–”

“Do you not trust me to put the horse back?”

“I don’t trust you being in the barn alone.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Set all the horses loose?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Come on, heiress, I love these horses just as much as you do.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to speak, but Daniel cut you off with a wave of his hand as he started walking Tucker back towards his stall.

“I know, I know, ‘I grew up with these horses,’ ‘I know them better than anyone,’ blah, blah, blah. Ok, I love these horses just a little bit less than you. Better? Are you gonna correct me on that, too?”

You cocked your head proudly, biting back a smirk. 

“No.”

“Alright then.” Danny removed Tucker’s lead rope and hung it up on the nail outside his stall, turning the lock on the gate. He turned to you, giving you a dramatic bow. “Am I dismissed, heiress?”

Without a word, you turned to leave, but you felt a firm grip on your wrist. Danny pulled you back to face him, suddenly very close to you. You could feel the heat of his muscular body radiating off of him, making you flush even hotter. Your breath hitched in your throat. Once again, his eyes flickered down from your face, catching on the areas of your body that your soaked white shirt revealed. His voice was low and smooth, sending goosebumps up and down your skin.

“Am I dismissed?”

You looked back and forth between his dark eyes, swallowing hard. Daniel smirked at your apparent speechlessness. 

“Well, heiress?”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, but your voice had lost all its usual force. Daniel’s closeness and the heat of his eyes was like anti-venom, sucking out all your bite and resentment. His hand travelled slowly from your wrist up your arm.

You backed away, shuddering slightly.

“Go home," you said, your voice sharp and trembling.

Daniel stood back up to his full height, rolling his shoulders back. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

~~~

You didn’t speak to Daniel at all the next day, practically shivering with unresolved tension. He knew something was up when you didn’t say a single word to him when he once again fed Chief before 4 o’clock; instead, you headed straight to Tucker’s stall without so much as a glance in his direction. He watched you with an eager smile quickly fading from his face as he realized you weren’t going to engage. 

After you finished your last lesson of the day, you decided to retrieve your favorite horse– a beautiful dapple grey mare called Guinevere– from her stall for a sunset trail ride. The trail wound through the thick woods that stood behind the barn, just beyond the pasture. There was a lusciously cool breeze blowing, like the Earth was sighing at the end of a long day. You sighed with it, unable to shake Daniel from your mind. 

You plodded along the trail on the back of Guinevere, enjoying the feeling of her slow, steady movements beneath you, unimpeded by a saddle. Riding bareback was your favorite way to unwind; you let your mind drift away, lulled by the warmth of your horse and her dependable gait. 

A flash of a wispy black shadow flickered through the trees. The burning gold of the setting sun almost made it look like smoke from a fire before you realized it was the tail of Ares.

“Hello?” you called through the woods, wondering if someone else was there, or if Ares had broken the lock on his stall with a kick of his powerful hooves and escaped. It wouldn't be the first time.

“Y/N?”

Of course. Ares was Daniel’s favorite horse in the barn.

Daniel came trotting around a bend in the trail, saddled up on the tall black horse. He held the leather reins in one hand, forgoing a helmet for his weathered Stetson. You internally scolded him for his blatant disregard for personal safety, but you couldn’t help but think that he almost looked like something off the cover of a Western romance novel, with the golden light shining through his dark curls and illuminating his tanned skin. And him taking a liking to the most notoriously difficult horse in the barn made it even more cliche.

“You shouldn’t be out on the trails. Don’t you have work to do?”

Daniel shrugged and urged his horse closer to you. “I finished everything before 3 o’clock. You know, I do my job a lot better when you’re not constantly torturing me all day.” Something in his voice almost sounded regretful-- like he missed your taunts. But he hid it well behind that damned charming smile.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you nudged Guinevere’s mane to turn her around, starting to head back towards the barn. The trail ride wasn’t worth it if it meant having to be out there with Daniel.

He noticed your wordless retreat. Surrendering wasn't like you. “Relax, heiress, I’m done out here. I was just taking Ares back and then heading home for the day.”

You turned Guinevere back around, facing Daniel once more. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving you a look of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, urging Guinevere forwards, passing Ares. “Nothing,” you muttered. You were glad to leave Daniel behind you, so you didn’t have to try and hide the utter longing in your eyes anymore. Ever since last night, you yearned to be close to him again. But the very fabric of your being wouldn’t allow that.

“I’ll stay at the barn until you get back. In case you need anything.”

“I’m fine,” you called back to him, already disappearing through the trees. "See you tomorrow.”

There was nothing but silence behind you, until you finally heard Ares’ heavy hoofsteps grinding on the gravel at the trailhead. You let out a deep breath. 

You tried to enjoy your ride, but not even Guinevere’s gentle presence could calm you. She could sense that you were uneasy, her head on a constant pendulum swing as she looked around the darkening woods for any sign of danger. But she didn’t know that the danger was only in your mind– the irrevocable, perilous danger of falling for a boy. 

Guinevere carried you back up to the barn, and you were surprised to see that the lights were still on. Usually when you came back from your late trail rides, the barn was dark and empty, the only sounds being the sorts and sighs of the horses. You assumed your mother was sitting in the small makeshift "office," perhaps finishing up some work.

You got Guinevere all cozy in her stall, giving her some loving pets and a kiss on her nose. But before you could close the gate, you noticed that her bucket of food was emptier than usual. You decided to head towards the back of the barn and climbed the ladder to the hayloft, where you kept a stash of treats specifically for Guinevere. A burlap bag of apples was your goal, but your mind instantly shifted when you saw a figure sat up against the hay bales.

Your heart shot to your throat and you almost fell back off the ladder in fright, but the figure reached out from the shadows to grab your wrist.

“Daniel! What the hell are you still doing here?” you whisper-shouted as he pulled you from the ladder up into the dark loft. The barn lights didn’t exactly reach that area, but you could still see his flickering smile, like a candle in the night.

“I told you I’d wait here if you needed anything,” he said, settling himself back against a hay bale, one leg kicked out.

You shook your head, sighing, trying to get your breathing to slow. “In the hayloft?”

“Where better?” He said, outstretching his arms, looking around at the space, then locking his eyes on you.

The entire reason for your being up there was forgotten. “Seriously, why are you up here?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I like it up here. It’s quiet. And I get a good view of the stable. Figured I’d get some payback and watch you go home this time rather than the other way around.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, that familiar frustration you felt towards him starting to simmer. “I told you to leave an hour ago, Wagner. You know I don't trust you to be in the barn alone.”

“Why are you always trying to get rid of me?” he asked with a stupid grin.

“Because I hate you.” You spoke bluntly, with the intention to hurt him. Anger was curling off your skin like smoke. But your words bounced off of him– he saw right through you and locked onto the desire bubbling just under your surface.

“You don’t hate me. You hate the way I make you feel.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you think you make me feel? Other than angry?” Your voice was louder than it probably should have been.

“Turned on,” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re full of shit, Wagner.” You snarled, ready to rip him to shreds.

“But I’m right, aren’t I?” he said, standing up. “I turn you on. I get you all bothered, and if my assumptions are correct, I’m the first person that’s ever made you feel this way.”

You chuckled bitterly: an attempt to bring him down a peg, as well as to mask the sensations stirring within you. “You’re definitely not the first.”

Daniel cocked his head, and you instantly realized your mistake. You just admitted that he turns you on. You exclaimed, stomping your feet and clenching your fists. You were seconds away from digging your claws into him.

“That’s not what I meant–!”

You bumped into a stack of hay bales behind you. You hadn’t even realized you were backing up. Daniel was stalking towards you, his eyes intense.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what you meant.”

Before you could say another word, Daniel moved as close to you as he was last night, his breath fanning across your face. One of his hands grabbed the side of your face, holding you fast. You were about to protest, and Daniel could sense it, so he leaned his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

His lips were almost touching yours, his eyes fluttering as his breath grew heavier. His closeness almost felt like static electricity; sparks flew between your lips as they threatened to collide. Panting already, you swallowed hard as he pressed his sturdy body into yours.

“Tell me you don’t want this, heiress.”

The tension was so thick that you could see it– you could see it in the twitch in the corner of Daniel’s mouth, in the imperceptible flare of his nostrils, in the lift of his eyebrows. Months of teasing and taunting were coming to their inevitable head right before your eyes, right in front of your face. 

You didn’t tell him to stop.

He seized your face with both hands and pulled it to his, your lips slamming together in a kiss like a firecracker, setting the both of you aflame.

Your head felt hollow, weightless– but the feeling of Daniel was quickly filling it like water. He pressed you against the hay bale as the kiss deepened, one of his hands skimming down your body and squeezing your waist. You found yourself clutching at his shirt, almost like you wanted your bodies to exist in the exact same spot, with no space between them. You wanted to live inside him. 

Daniel let out a grunt, meeting your whiny sigh as his tongue pushed into your mouth, finally tasting you for the first time. His body bucked into you slightly, forcing you harder against the hay bales. 

You gasped into his mouth as you felt his thigh shove itself between your legs, applying delicious pressure on your most sensitive spot. He smirked against your lips as he started moving his leg back and forth.

“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he spoke in a soft, provocative tone, taking your little moans as a sign to keep going. “See what I can make you feel when you stop fighting me?”

You practically growled into his mouth, curling your fists around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tighter against you. He let out a little grunt of surprise, falling into you.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked down at you.

Your voice was nothing but a breathy whisper. You were just staring at his lips. “Shut up and kiss me, Wagner.”

He kept kissing you deeper and deeper, unable to get enough of you. His fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt for a moment or two before slipping underneath the fabric to feel the soft warmth of your bare skin at your stomach. His hand was soon splayed out, his palm rubbing your waist and traveling up towards your ribs, holding you tight.

You were pinned against the hay bales by Daniel’s weight. His fingers started working at the button and zipper of your jeans, not wasting a moment before stroking your clit over your panties with the pads of his fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath, your head falling back.

Daniel chuckled darkly, and you knew he was feeling how wet your panties were. “What was that about me not turning you on? You’re soaked just from bickering with me, sweetheart.” 

Before you could shoot back, he pulled your panties to the side and made direct contact with your swollen clit, making you choke on any words you were about to fling at him. Daniel raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in a mock look of surprise, mimicking your pitiful moment of submission.

You started grinding your hips against his fingers, instantly addicted to the friction his arousal-slicked, rough fingertips provided you. Daniel smirked, enjoying watching you already coming apart for him. 

“Yeah? My fingers feel good against your cunt, don’t they?”

All you could do was nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he slipped his fingers inside you, forcing a moan from your throat. The movements of your hips didn’t stop as you fucked yourself on his thick fingers. He matched your rhythm, hissing at the way you clenched around his fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fucking tight…”

A coil was twisting itself mad in the pit of your stomach, begging to be snapped. Daniel could tell how close you were by the crease between your eyebrows and your desperate gasps for air.

“Aw, is the heiress gonna cum on my fingers? Make the barn boy’s hands all dirty like they should be?”

You nodded frantically, mere moments from your peak.

“I bet you don’t even touch this filthy pussy with your fingers… would be such a shame to get your hands dirty, right?”

“Daniel–” you squeaked, warning him of your impending release.

“Maybe I should take care of this little cunt of yours as part of my daily chores.”

You whined as your head fell forward against his shoulder, your movements becoming frenzied as you edged closer and closer to that blissful explosion of pleasure.

“I know. Give it to me, sweetheart. Make a mess of me.”

A moan clawed up from your chest as you began to convulse, your vision going white for a moment as your entire body erupted with wanton delight. Daniel held you upright with an arm tight around your waist as your legs gave out. You clung onto him as the waves crashed against you. You could vaguely hear Daniel whispering words of praise in your ear. 

“That’s it– yeah, that’s it, good girl… good girl.”

A few moments passed before you could string a coherent thought together. You were panting, trying hard to swallow past your dry mouth. You could hardly believe what just happened– it was like your brain wasn’t allowing you to process it.

Daniel smiled at your disheveled state, picking bits of straw out of your hair.

“So, I think it’s safe to assume that you don’t actually hate me, right?” Daniel said, breaking the silence and grinning teasingly.

He slid his fingers out of you and buttoned up your jeans. Before you could speak, he was already tipping his hat with a crooked smile and descending the ladder, leaving you swaying and trying to remember your name.

"Goodnight, ma'am."

***

PART TWO

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Racketeer Pt.4

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris are having a party for Nick and Matt, but what happens when two weird people test them…..

Warnings⚠️: Chris with a pewpew….uhhhh that’s about it. Sadly I think this is my last ‘Racketeer’ imagine….such a bitter sweet ending because I love this. I meannnn unless I randomly come up with a good idea but Idk🥹

Song for the imagine: Suburban, pt. 2- 22Gz

@flowerxbunnie @lustfulslxt

Back from the Ms and the case closed

Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off

Chop off a limb with a chainsaw

Tonight Chris and I were getting ready for a party, no shocker there, but it was for Matt and Nick. He wanted to throw a party for them because he hadn’t seen them in a while since they live in LA most of the time now.

Chris had rented out a club for them, inviting our friends and the friends the three of them shared. I was actually super excited for this party because I missed Nick and Matt. They were a breath of fresh air from Chris' lifestyle, and I needed it.

I was also excited because this meant that we didn’t have to worry about any weird guys starting problems. I was so excited to just party and hang out with them without having to worry.

Chris was dressed in all black with his Timbs and a black fitted hat….this is all this motherfucker wore. He looked good as hell though, so I’ll shut up.

I decided on wearing an all black outfit too. I wore black wide leg baggy boyfriend jeans with a fitted black crop top, and my white air forces. I didn’t really care to dress up since it was a private club party with friends and his brothers.

I walked out to the living room to see Chris tucking his pistol into his waistband, I rolled my eyes at this

“Really….” i said looking at him

“Babe I have to, how many times have we gone out now, and trouble always finds us?” He said

“Whatever” I said giving up

I was just so fucking tired of this back and forth my life felt exhausting at this point. Constantly living in fear and worried Chris is going to actually hurt someone and be in prison

“I just get scared that you’ll get in trouble, and taken away from me” I said walking over to him

“I know baby, I don’t like this either, but it’s the consequences of my actions” he said pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I don’t know how much longer I can keep running in this circle” I said sighing

“Me neither okay, and I promise you I will get out of this” he said kissing me

“You always say that, but it never happens” I said

“I know I haven’t been true to my word, but I promise okay. I will get you out of this” he said looking at me

“I want to be in a different state in a house” I said smiling at him

“Whatever you want, I’ll get you a nice car a big dog and gifts” he said smiling at me

“I like that idea” I said kissing him

We had headed out, and headed downtown to the club where Chris was having the party. We got there and finished helping set up, dimming the lights and getting the music started

Chris hired bottle girls for this party, and I didn’t mind, but one girl kept looking at Chris like she could devour him. I was a little upset, but I kept my eye on her

About an hour later everybody showed up with Nick and Matt being the last ones in…not a shocked they were always late

“NICKKKKK, MATTTTT” I yelled running over to them and giving them big hugs

“I’ve missed you guys so much” I said to them pulling away

“We’ve missed you too it’s been too long” Nick said

“It has! Follow me Chris is at our table” I said to them over the loud music

They followed me over to Chris and I’s designated area. Couches with a table

“Yoooo” Chris said getting up and hugging his brothers

“I fucking missed ya” he said

“We missed you too kid” Matt said

“Come take a seat” Chris said waving them over

They took a seat, and slowly they started chatting with us and their hometown friends. We were having a good time especially me

We were a few drinks in dancing here and there, eating, and just vibing. The four of us catching up since it’s been months since we’ve seen each other

I was sitting next to Chris bobbing to the music as him and his brothers were chatting when all of a sudden that weird bottle girl came over

“More drinks?” She asked looking at Chris

“I’m good, how about you babe?” He said looking over at me

“Yeah I’ll have a Malibu Coke” I said looking at her

“Sure” she said emotionless and walked away

“She’s weird as fuck” I said

“How come?” Chris asked

“She’s looking at you like she wants you” I said

“Ouuuu jealous” he said laughing

“Mmm not jealous just annoyed” I said

She came back with my drink placing it in front of me

“Thank you” I said smiling at her, and she had no reaction

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything” she said touching his arm

“He’s good” I said to her

“Oh I was talking to him” she said looking at me

“Yeah and I’m talking to you, he’s good” I said pushing her hand off of him

“Who are you?” She said looking at me

“His girlfriend” I said looking back at her

“Mmmm right” she said giving me a weird look

“I’d watch the way you speak to me, I’m paying your bills” I said smiling at her

“Whatever” she said scoffing and walking away

“Ouuu I thought a drink was going to get thrown” Nick said looking at me

“Like I’m clearly sitting with him, and I came here with him…back off” I said taking a sip of my drink

“UGH” I said looking at my cup

“This bitch” I said

“What happened” Matt asked

“She gave me straight up Malibu” I said rolling my eyes

“I’ll fix it” Chris said reaching his hand up to take my cup

“No baby I got this” I said standing up

“Play nice” he said looking at me

“Always” I said before walking away

I went up to the bar looking for the girl, and when I spotted her she was whispering to a security guard looking over at Chris….weird. I left my cup and walked back over to our area

“Somethings not right” I said sitting down

“What’s up?” Chris said

“She’s talking to that security while looking over here. I don’t trust her” I said

“She could be warning them about you” Matt said laughing

“Nah…that security is new” I said

“Really?” Chris said looking over

“I’ve never seen him before” I said looking over at him

“Alright we stay together the whole night, and if something happens I got ya” Chris said referring to his gun

After a few more hours everyone started clearing out, and we stood in our area. They turned the lights back on and shut the music off so the crew could clean

The bottle girl came walking over to our area

“Can I clean this for you guys?” She asked sweetly

I just looked at her and Chris answered her

She was putting the drinks on a tray, and when she grabbed my old drink she “accidentally” knocked it all over me

“What the fuck bitch” I said standing up

“Oh my bad it was an accident” she said

“No it wasn’t. I don’t know what the fuck your issue is with me, but he’s my man. Back the fuck off” I said sizing her up

She looked at me and then dropped the tray all the drinks splashing all over us

I picked up two drinks and threw them in her face

“How’s that for an accident bitch” I said throwing the empty cups at her too

Chris immediately got up trying to separate us

“Alright let’s calm down” he said putting his hands out to separate us

“Now clean this up bitch” I said to her

Suddenly that security guard come over to us

“What’s going on” he said

“This girl is acting like a child” I said trying to dry myself off

He pulled the girl behind him, and suddenly pulled a gun out facing it at Chris

“We told you not to fuck with Drew’s crew because we’d always have a target on you” he said

“Yo put the gun down” Nick said standing up

“I’ll put a bullet in all yalls head” he said waving the gun around

“What do you want” Chris asked nonchalantly

“You and me only outside” he said

“Alright” Chris said

“Chris no” I said pulling him

He turned looking at me, and then with his eyes only looking down towards his waistband widening his eyes to tell me to take the gun

“It’s alright baby we’re just going to talk” he said widening his eyes again

I discreetly took the gun from his waistband and he immediately turned around punching the guy in the face causing him to fall back

“Grab her” I said to Matt

He grabbed the girl holding her

Chris and the guy started scuffling, knocking the drinks around as they landed on the table. The guy overpowered Chris and was now on top of him

“Get off of him” I said cocking the gun

“Shut up bitch” he said

“I’ll fucking paint the table with your brains” I said back

He kept scuffling with Chris and the girl was trying to run, so Nick also grabbed her

“And you’ll be next” I said pointing the gun at the girl

She spat in my direction

I took the butt of the gun and smashed it against the guys head he immediately fell over in a dazed state

“Keep telling Drew to send his people because I got mine and I’ll fucking kill all of you” Chris said to the guy

“You’re gonna get got soon” he said in a fuzzy state

“Ya fucking wish” Chris said stomping on the guys shoulder with his Timbs

“And for your bitch ass” Chris said pointing over at the girl

“What are you gonna do hit me” she said laughing

I walked over to her and lifted my arm off cracking her in the jaw with the butt of the gun

“No he won’t, but I will” I said as she fell limp to the ground

“Come on” Chris said to us

We followed him, and he grabbed his regular security guard

“Clean this up, get them out and I’ll be talking with ya about who you bring to my events without telling me” he said to the guy

“Yes” he responded and nodded at Chris

We all walked back to Chris car having Matt drive as Chris was pretty banged up

“Chris we have to get you cleaned up you’re all fucked up” I said examining his face

“Thank you for having my back” he said looking at me

“I told you I always will, when I saw that guy overpowering you I just wanted to kill him” I said wiping some blood with a tissue

“Baby that’s how I feel everytime someone tries you, I don’t want this lifestyle and I didnt want to bring you into it, and I’m sorry for that. Back in high school I watched my best friends girl get killed the one night he didn’t have his gun on him, and that shit sticks with me. I will always have my gun on me because I could never live through something like that again especially if it’s you” he said looking at me

“I never knew that. I’m sorry baby” I said kissing him

“It’s not something I wanted to burden with you, but this is why I always stay strapped. They started coming after Nick and Matt, and that’s why they left. But I couldn’t send you away because I couldn’t protect you if I did” He said

“I’m thankful for you Chris, always” I said to him

“I’m done with this life, I want you and only you. I want us to be happy and living peacefully. Come to LA with me” he said

“Yes baby. I’ll come with you” I said kissing him

Matt had driven us home and they stood with us that night helping me clean up Chris. We started making our plans to fly back with Nick and Matt, and leave this life behind.

The End

So sad that this is probably the last Racketeer imagine I’ll write😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed love yallllll🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Mahito goes to kindergarten

Kenjaku walked down the sewers until he found what he was looking for.

"Mahito."

The curse glanced up. He had a paper in his hands and had just finished drawing something.

"Oh, hey Geto! Look at what I made!"

In Mahito's hands was a crudely drawn picture of some blue kind of creature, coated in armour. The words "happy birthday to me" plastered above.

"Is that your fursona? Actually, never mind. I have other matters to discuss."

"Like planning my birthday party?"

"You're only a few months old, it's far too early for that. Speaking of, shouldn't you be at school?"

"What's that? It sounds boring!"

"Jogo and I have already discussed the issue. You're young and need all the learning tools you can get. Mahito, you're being enrolled into kindergarten."

The curse jumped up and stomped his foot.

"No way!"

Suddenly Hanami showed up with Dagon and Jogo.

"...yrroS"

Now there were flowers blooming everywhere and Mahito had calmed down considerably. Hanami had also sprouted some hemp plants which Jogo promptly set on fire just as a backup plan. The curse was now high as a kite and was lacking his usual murderous aura.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm walking on clouds..."

Mahito then started playing with Jogo's face.

"No way! I never noticed that you have one eye. I'm gonna call you Mike Wazoski from now on!"

"Geto, get him off of me!"

"So it's settled. You'll be joining your classmates tomorrow morning."

"Don't think this changes anything! I want a birthday present and it better be a PlayStation 5!"

"Fine."

_______

It was the next day and Mahito was donning a blue uniform and a yellow hard hat.

"Are you sure they'll buy it?"

"Of course. Now run along and don't forget your lunchbox."

Kenjaku had specifically chosen an area where citizens were more likely to be able to see cursed spirits. He could have told Mahito to change his souls structure to resemble a child but he wanted payback, and had told the teacher that his "son" had a learning disability that caused him to be held back.

Mahito began to open his lunchbox.

"Lunchables, awesome! By Geto, see you later!"

He then ran off with a piece of toast in his mouth like it was a 90's anime.

Jogo then spoke up."Why are you really doing this?"

"Because he called my son a failure."

"But you always call your sons failures."

"Yes, but not Yuji."

_______

"Now children, we have a new student joining us today. Please say hello."

"Yo. My name's Mahito and I can do this really cool trick!"

He then began to vomit up transfigured humans. The classroom began to scream.

"Mahito, would you like me to take you to the nurses office?"

"It's fine. I'm not injured and if I was I could just change my soul."

"R-right..."

She then began to sweep away the strange "candy" that her student puked up.

"You may sit down wherever you'd like..."

The next thing she knew and Mahito was now sitting on her desk, causing the previously scared children to now laugh.

"Mahito, that's not a seat..."

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'll sit here then."The curse was now sitting in the teachers chair.

"Mahito, you need to get up!"

"But you said I could sit down anywhere!"

"Yes, but I meant in one of the seats over there."

She was now pointing to where the rest of the class was.

"Fine..." he angrily mumbled. He was definitely putting a whoopie cushion there later.

_______

After taking two hours to teach Mahito the alphabet (Hiragana and Kanji), it was now time for art class.

"Teacher, there's a problem!"

"Now, now, what is it?"

"It's the new boy! He keeps hogging all the crayons except for the white ones! I can't see my drawing even if I wanted too!"

"Let me deal with this."

She then went to find the trouble maker.

"Mahito! We need to have a discussion."

"Aww, but I'm busy!"

She looked down at the curse. He had just about every crayon you could imagine. Beneath her was a drawing of a girl who was missing an eye and a man that could only be described as a burn victim.

"W-what..., what is that?..."

Mahito was now grinning with joy.

"Sorcerers. I can't be bothered to remember their names though."

"Give me the crayons..."

"How about no!"

"Mahito!"

She tried to grab them but it was too late. He had swallowed them all in one gulp.

"...Alright everyone, it's time for recess!"

_______

While the teacher was trying not to have a nervous breakdown, Mahito began to take note of his surroundings.

"Sweet, bubbles!"

He then began to blow some of the mixture.

"Can I try some?"

Another child had made the grave mistake of talking to Mahito.

"Sure!"

The curse then threw the liquid into the child's eyes.

_______

The teacher could hear screaming and then swallowed another asprin.

"They said this job was supposed to be easy!"

_______

By the time she had made it outside, Mahito was using a jump rope as a whip while running after a group of children.

"EVERYONE INSIDE, NOW!"

Now it was lunch time and Mahito began to open up his lunchbox.

"Yay, lunchables!"

Then he looked closer.

"Wait a minute... This is kid cuisine!"

Mahito took the box and flung it.

"Too bad. I wanted to know what lead tastes like..."

He then decided that he was going to go swiper the fox style and sneak parts of other kids lunches when they weren't looking.

"All right, let's see what I caught!"

Enclosed in his hands was a button, some rice, a bandaid and a candy bar. He put his lips around the chocolate bar and began to bite it in half (not unlike how Gege killed Gojo). He then felt something sharp pierce his tongue. He pulled out the item and noticed that it was a razor blade.

"Wow, I didn't know KitKat's come with prizes now."

_______

Mahito began to notice children taking out blankets.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't you know Mahito, it's almost nap time."

"Nap time? No way, I wanna keep playing with the fidget spinners!"

She had finally had enough.

"Mahito, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"

"What's chloro-"

The curse was now knocked out and the children began to clap.

"The evil is defeated!"

_______

When Mahito came to, he could hear parts of a conversation.

"I'm sorry but I can no longer teach your son. I reccomend that he be held back to preschool."

"My apologies. I know that he can be a bit of a handful."

"Ha!"

Mrs. Crandall lit her cigarette. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting wasted tonight.

"Hey sleepyhead. It seems like you're all tuckered out from your first day of school."

"PS5..."

"Yes, I didn't forget about that. Let's get you home first."

_______

The disaster crew were now seated as they waited for Geto. The door opened and the man had a large box in his arms.

"As promised, here's your reward-"

Mahito cut him off immediately and began to tear it open.

"Huh? What is this!?"

Jogo peered his head into the box.

"I don't understand all this technology but even I know math. Isn't this what you wanted?"

In the box contained a PS2 that was taped together to a PS3. There was also a copy of Knack for the PlayStation 4.

"I hate you!"

"The feeling is mutual. Happy Birthday!"

[godlizzza]

I was torn between Coffinshipping and Danbert but I'm gonna choose Danbert because it convenient for you "Imagine Me & You" fic~

Can i request a possessive fic of Danbert? And Herbert is the one who being possessive here.

Thank you so much and plz write whenever you can or have time, I am super appreciated! 🥰

Herbert was gone all of two minutes.

He left Dan with their bags while he went inside in search of someone who could tell them what to do now that their bus had been delayed. His German was rusty but he had a hell of a lot easier time than Dan loudly repeating himself in English, using more rudimentary words with every attempt to get the non-English speaking Swiss workers to understand him. Their travels through Bern were proving to be more working and less holiday.

Herbert paced back to the terminal, their new itinerary scribbled down in his notebook. He glanced up from the page and nearly got run over by a family trailing bulbous suitcases. He barely noticed; he was too busy seething at the sight of a woman chatting animatedly with Dan, smiling up at him and touching his arm. Long blonde hair spilled out from beneath her pageboy hat, which she kept twirling around her finger as she laughed at whatever Dan was saying.

Dan looked slightly bewildered, no doubt having trouble following her broken English. As Herbert stomped closer, he could make out the tail end of her sentence.

"-so cool. I love America." She accentuated love with a squeeze to Dan's bicep, and Herbert nearly chewed right through his tongue.

"Oh, yeah, it's great," Dan replied, scratching at the back of his neck but still keeping his smile in place. "This is my first time outside of America."

Gretel or Heidi or whatever the fuck her name was, grinned at Dan. "You come with me? I can show der Schweiz you-"

"Why are you bothering him?" Herbert barked at her in German, finally slipping up to Dan's side and into her field of vision. "Go find some other tourist to proposition."

She blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance, then frowned as she swept her gaze over him. Doubtless, she was trying to piece his non-European appearance with his crisp German.

"And who are you?" she asked rudely, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Herbert bared his teeth in a feral grin and hugged Dan's arm, tugging him close to his side. "I'm his client. He's a hooker I'm paying to fuck and follow me around. So, unless you've got a few spare thousand Euros, I'd back off."

All the haughty snark instantly vanished from her face, leaving behind only mortification. She slowly backed away, eyes darting between the two of them, before she murmured an apology, turned tail and ran, quickly disappearing into the crowd. Herbert smiled after her, keeping his grip on Dan's arm, satisfaction filling him like a glass of warm milk.

"What just happened?" Dan asked, head whipping back and forth between Herbert and the shadow of the girl. He narrowed his eyes down at Herbert. "What did you say to her? She was just being friendly."

"I didn't say anything," Herbert replied sweetly, nuzzling his cheek into Dan's shoulder. "I just told her we were very busy."

Dan sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "I hate not being able to understand everything. You could be saying anything. Telling people I'm a drug dealer or something."

"I would never do something like that," Herbert said solemnly before releasing Dan's arm and squatting down to grab his suitcase. He started off in the direction of their terminal and nodded for Dan to follow. "Now, come on. We've got a bus to catch."

"As soon as we get to the apartment, I'm taking a nap," Dan groaned as he paced after Herbert, his roller suitcase sliding along the linoleum floor.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Getting Lost With Zoro

Zoro Roronoa X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Arguing, clueless Zoro, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1.2k

Your crush on Roronoa Zoro seemed to be growing every single day after you joined the Straw Hat pirates. You were trying your best to keep your feelings a secret from Zoro and fellow Straw Hats alike. The journeys were long and rough but you found a family that you could call your home. At the next island Franky docked the ship into the town’s port, so the crew could restock everything that was needed for the Thousand Sunny. Zoro didn’t have anything pressing to look for in town, except to stock up on booze but he knew that wouldn’t take long so he would do that later. He mostly wanted to get off the ship and go for a walk to stretch his legs and see the scenery. The crew immediately started arguing with the green haired swordsman, until you volunteered to go with him. Sanji deflated at you agreeing to go, as he was trying to talk you into seeing the town with him as he shopped for groceries. To save the blond haired man from pouting or taking out any anger towards Zoro, you promised that the next town you would go with him and spend all day. That immediately appeased the cook, so you and Zoro waved to your crewmates and began to walk in the opposite direction from the town.

Now you wished you paid more attention to your surroundings because now you and Zoro both were lost, with no clue on where you just came from or how you got here. The more Zoro tried to find the right path, the more nervous you grew. The only way you knew Zoro was growing agitated was the tightness of his jaw and the annoyance in his eyes. You kept close but tried not to push him any further as you knew that he would blow up. Finally after another hour of circling the area, you couldn’t stay silent anymore.

“Zoro maybe we should just stop and wait for the others to find us,” you said. “We’ve been going in circles for a couple hours now.”

“You can stay here,” Zoro replied his annoyance levels moving towards explosive levels. “I’m going to keep going and find my way out.”

“Like that has worked the last twenty times we’ve circled this same tree,” you retorted. “Zoro we’re lost and you know it!”

“If you’re so terrified with getting lost, then why did you go with me,” he roared, patience finally worn out. “You could have gone with anyone else!”

You flinched at his tone and the anger in his eyes. Zoro wasn’t known for his patience or having an easygoing manner. He had been a pirate hunter at one time and a good one. You were seeing the side of the man that made him so deadly and it scared you.

Once your moment of fear had passed all you could feel was anger boiling up inside you, as Zoro could only remain clueless about your feelings for him. Sure you didn’t like being lost and deep down inside you could admit that you were frightened that you would both stay lost. But his cluelessness didn’t give him a right to treat you this way.

“I wanted to go with you because I like you,” you screamed. “You stupid jerk! How can you be so clueless?! I didn’t want to go with Sanji or Luffy or Franky! I wanted to be with you and now I’m beginning to question myself why!”

Before Zoro could utter one word, you turned around and stomped away leaving the swordsman speechless. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. You were already lost with no sense of where to go anyway, it didn’t matter if you got further away or not. Just as long as you weren’t around Zoro right now. Finally you sat down at the base of a palm tree and wiped at the rogue tears that were able to slip by your barricade. You didn’t want to cry over him and you didn’t want to feel guilty about what you said either. Picking up a stray coconut, you tossed it and catching it before it hit the ground. You did that a few times before setting it back down and rolling the coconut around absentmindedly. 

You lost track of time quickly and it was hard to think when your stomach started to rumble in hunger. Despite not wanting to see Zoro, you did wish for one of his blades and the skills to use one right now. The coconut was viciously tempting you with the goods inside but the impenetrable shell keeping you from the contents inside. You were on the verge of just starting to chuck it at a tree when you heard the brush around you rustling. You froze, glancing wearily at the moving leaves. You held the coconut defensively as now it had gone from food to potential weapon.

To your relief and dismay, Zoro stumbled out of the thick brush right into the clearing you were in. You dropped the coconut and glared at him, though you had to be honest part of you was glad it was him and not a predator.

“What are you doing here,” you huffed.

“Trying to find you,” he answered while resting a hand on the hilts of his blades.

“Congratulations you found me.”

“Why are you so defensive,” Zoro growled.

“Excuse me?!” You stepped into his face, thoughts about how strong Zoro is left your mind. Grabbing his collar you tugged him down to your face.

“You are the biggest jerk to ever be born. I wish that I had gone with Sanji! At lease he has some tact and wouldn’t be questioning why I’m so angry right now!”

Despite yourself you couldn’t help the tears this time. You released Zoro and turned away, wiping vehemently at your wet cheeks.

“Hey,” he stepped forward, his broad chest pressed up against your back. “I’m sorry. I get it now.”

“Do you really,” you sniffed, skeptical that he actually did understand.

“I don’t know what you see in a guy like me but yeah I do,” he wrapped you in a hug and you melted against him.

“I’m sorry I screamed at you,” you apologized.

“I am too,” Zoro replied.

He released you to pick up the coconut that you had held when he arrived. With one swift smooth motion he had the coconut sliced in half. Handing you one half, he gulped the milk inside before cutting chunks from the flesh. It didn’t take long for you and Zoro to be sitting back against your tree, enjoying fresh coconuts and talking. You were even able to make him laugh a couple times before you both started to become drowsy.

The Straw Hat crew just knew that Zoro would end up lost, so they didn’t wait long to start searching for the green haired man and you. What they weren’t expecting was both of you passed out against a tree. Zoro had a protective arm wrapped you and the other around his swords. He snored loudly and you nuzzled deeper into his side, just as deep in a sleep as he is. The crew decided to give you both a little more time together as there was no rush in leaving.

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

”Captive heart”

Summery: You meet yeonjun when walking home one evening and a he’s “the perfect stranger” you’re instantly hooked and as it turns out, much to the both of your surprises so is he. After bonding over disappointments you decide to start a “friendship” that consists of more coupley things than the both of you can handle while still being able to call each other your friend. But A “wild passion that drives away the cold” is just what the two of you needed. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Correction: it wouldn’t be so bad if the both of you weren’t drooling over the other person whenever you were together.

A/N: this fic is based on the song captive heart by Selena because I didn’t have any other inspiration but then I listened to this song and it all suddenly came to me lol. This as stated before in the release date post, it’s for the lovely @itz-yerin but I really hope everyone else who reads enjoys it! This fix MIGHT have a “lost scenes and epilogue” as sorta a part two in the future. warnings and info: strangers to friends to lovers but they’ve had a thing for each other since day one, cursing, some very mild angst, making out? I guess idk but they kiss a bit, mentions of “sobering up” but no mentions of actually drinking they were just really tired of that makes sense. Bad spelling and all around shittyness lmao If I missed something please let me know!!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You’ve just fixed your shoe for what seemed like the thousandth time in the time you’ve walked from whatever place it was you had come from. At this point it didn’t matter when you saw him. The sun was setting so you didn’t want to take that long. But he made you brake your concentration on the walkway ahead in you. Eyes seemingly moving on their own as a man almost stomps lathargicly down the concrete steps of a small corner eatery. Head hung heavily and body swinging along with his steps like he was either half asleep or a piece of jello. He looked mildly disappointed as he raised his head. Running his fingers through his light hair, his hand stopping at the back of head as he turns his attention to you. A smirk appearing on his face, pulling his lips and eyebrows up like how you suddenly feel looking at him. Even for a second, you already felt like your feet were lifting off the pavement. Hovering over the reality of the situation that you would probably never see him again. You already felt like you were flying. It wouldn’t have been more tv worthy if there was a romantic song crescendoing in the background. He looks away from you, now seemingly searching for something across the street. But, here you are, having to walk past the man as he nods at you like he has a cowboy hat and is tipping it at you. God, he’s look handsome in a cowboy hat. Once you’re past him he takes another look both ways. They really weren’t showing up, huh? Probably his fault. He really was looking to apologize, seriously, but of course they didn’t believe him. Maybe he really wasn’t around enough. Though, judging from the exceeding the expectations of beautiful person he just saw walk past him, maybe this day wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

He shrugs, not as uninterested as it might seem. and with a shake of his head, he returns to his seat inside. He puts his head in his palms, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe it was his fault for picking such a run down place. But he isn't one to get oo caught up in maybes and what ifs. What's done is done. Just like how his ex has apparently shown their former relationship to be.

You stop at once your cross the street, turning your head back towards the guy who was no longer at the door of the eatery. Looking at the sky, you're trying to remind yourself how late it is. But it wasn't working. now all you're doing is trying to plan out how much time id take for you to grab a water or something and sit down because you really did need to rest your feet. and while you were in there itwouldnt hurt to stare at him a little longer, would it? You nod to yourself, you should have enough time. You take another longing look at the sky, remembering how you felt like you were dancing in it when you saw his face, and head back the way you came.

you spot him instantly, pretty hard to miss, even from the back. At least for you with his silk black hair tickling his neck, sleeves of his shirt hung across shoulders anyone would die for, and smith skin that somehow seemed to lift your hands towards him. In a sort of muscle memory you didn't know you even had. You smooth our your clothes and take a breath, not wanting to linger at the door too long. gladly nobodys at the counter as you make a b-line for the drink cooler on the back wall, your eye already on the drink you want and-- "shit" you mutter to yourself. The door was stuck. Of course the door just had to be stuck. Cause you couldn't just quickly take your drink and sit and the booth directly in his eye sight and have your fun like you had planned. Because just like your shoes, today you just weren't going to get your way.

you feel a tall pressance behind you. the smell of some faded cologne and something else you couldn’t quite place…. Was it fuity? Earthy floral? But that’s what we now. It didn’t really matter as you turned around just in time to catch his lips moving ti speak. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but, I think you have to pull it.” Your eyes go wide, you try to look away, but not before the knowing smirk on his face is replaced with a big smile. “No no! It’s ok. I’m kidding! I swear, that thing was glued shut as a joke or something.” He laughs, his hands shooting up to hover over your shoulders. You can feel the warmth of his hands, welcomed since, being so close to the fridge you were starting to get a little too cool for comfort. But you relax at his statement, eyes going back to their normal size. You chuckle, “god you had be worried there for a second that I’d just embarrassed myself.” He shakes his head like at a past memory. “Listen, if it was anyone who was embarrassed it was me earlier when there were people in here and I tried for a good minute prying it open and fell flat on my ass….” He suddenly gets grim, and you almost are worried before you realize hes winding up for another joke. “And, sad to say, there’s really not much cushion to break the fall.” You start to snigger as he cocks his head at you, faking shock. “Oh my god! How dare you!” He puts a dramatic hand over his chest. His heart secretly beating hard under his hand. You try to contain your laughter, wanting to play along but the hand over your mouth is only going so much. “Worse part is I didn’t even know what I slipped on!” God you were so early to laugh with. How was this happening to him? “Proves you can actually try too hard.” You shrug, already fully enamored. He was only a few feet away from you but you wanted him to be closer. Somehow he had made this whole embarrassing situation a great experience. He had turned you wanting to run out is there and never come back to you laughing with him at what he had done earlier. Maybe it was just knowing someone had done the same thing, maybe it was who exactly was explaining what happened to him was. Yeah that probably had something to do with it. But however he achieved it he achieved it well. And right now that stupid drink you’d probably never be able to taste now was a mile away in your mind. “I honestly wanted to curl up in the back and never leave.” You raised an eyebrow. Was he like an owner of this place? “Speaking of: I’ll go get you a drink!” He shoots you a quick smile and bolts off towards the back kitchen. A minute later coming back with the exact drink you wanted and a cup with ice. “How…” you wonder aloud. “Oh this? I’m friends the owner and his son. Used to come here almost every day after school to see my friend and get and a free ice pop from his dad.” Now that you're inknabout it, yeah, this place has been in business for as long as you’ve been there and from the looks of it it’s even older. You nod. “And this?” He holds up the drink you had your eye on from the cooler as he puts the cup down at the opposite bench from his at his table. “I saw you looking at it. Good choice. I’ve had to have tired every other flavor and drink here and that ones the best.” Your eyes fall to the two and a half empty bottles of it on his side of the table. God he’s really been sitting here for a while.

“I can see that.” You take a seat as he scoots the other bottles to the side. now you're suddenly wondering why he sat you by him. But you figure it's noting as you try to strike up a conversation. "You've been here for a while, I'm guessing." you gesture to the drink bottles piling up. and you hope he's not like that in his home life. he rubs the back of his head, acting like you've caught him red handed. But suddenly looking down, up, anywhere but your eyes that already seemed to drive him up a wall with how enchanting they were. "Yeah.... about that..." he laughs nervously, and you wonder if you've struck a sensitive spot. cause, with the way he's acting, seems like it. he shrugs nonsheluntly then raises his head. "Yeah, so my ex didn't show up when I asked them to meet me here. Not to tell you my entire life story or anything but… uh I was gonna stop waiting cause and hour with no call seems a little much to just be getting out your door late. You know I’ve never gotten stood up before. It’s kinda a weird feeling.” He tries to joke, and you can’t tall if he’s serious or not. But You nods, now understanding his situation. “Ans what made you…. Stay?” You ask. “I was disappointed at first, but now, I think it might’ve been the best. Cause hey, I got to see you.” He smiles, cheeks puffing and perfect lips curling until you start to smile too. “Yeah and meet me too.” You stand up a little and reach your hand over to him. “My names y/n”

after talking with him a little bit more, and him getting you another drink. In which you followed him with your eyes as he came and went. You feel comfortable enough to share more with him. “I sorta understand what you feel though.” You breathe, body feeling surprisingly relaxed when thought you just met the guy. But with the way he wrapped your attention to him and him only, you happily decided not to think of much else. “What? Your last relationship was a bust too?” “No, but, I understand how you feel with getting disappointed.” He looks you dead in the eyes, making heat creep up into your cheeks. “I hope you’re not disappointed now.” You smile, shaking your head with a firm no. “Far from it.” He muttered a “me too” under his breath, winded a little too much to get stronger words out. a bit later and you two are cleaning up the table from empty bottles. “…but yeah, kinda like what you said I keep wanting to do things. Experience things…. But random and very inconvenient road blocks keep popping up. Wrong place, wrong time. It’s starting to happen even with smaller things. It’s annoying honestly” you think back to not long ago today when your stupid shoes just had to have a problem when you were walking home. Yeonjun dusts off his hands and takes a deep breath. “Here’s my proposal: we both seem to have been at a standstill when it comes to these things. What if,… together, we seek out what happiness and all the things we’d both want in a relationship.” “What’s in it for me?” You ask. Thought barely even caring. You were already trying to make an excuse to spend more time with him. Seemed like an interesting guy who had some things to say you were actually interested in listening to.

he smiles again. Pulling up jazz hands next to his face. “Experience.” He jokes, beat later and he’s not serious “Also, we’d get to hang out.” You think for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. “So…. Like a date? Is that what you’re saying?” Getting to be close to someone like that, “it’s just…. a chance like his doesn’t happen all the time and I know this is a weird thing to ask but let’s get close, yeah?” you think for a moment. "get close" you've never heard it put like that. what the 'it' was you were even referring to you didn't know. but whatever he meant you didn't really care. cause here was something, right in front of your grasp, asking for you to come closer. no road blocks, noting keeping you further than you longed for. the both of you wanted someone to be close with. this was perfect, right?

that night you wonder what in the world you exactly meant by “experiences” or whatever else the fuck you told him. You knew what he was asking of you. You knew what you had agreed to barely any questions asked. And you don’t regret it, but a small part of you really wants to have talked about what exactly is on or off the table. But Yeonjune had just gotten out of a relationship. So did he really want to spend all his time with you doing vaguely couply or friendshipy things? Turns out he didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, the next day he calls you unexpectedly to go out to a cafe of your choosing. “We like the same drink. So I trust you with these things now.” You smile and though he can’t see you he hears it in your voice. “Wait why did you want us to go there?” “Well we’re going to because friends aren’t we? Both of us are seeking something without a road block and preferably a human companion and not an allergy. How else are we supposed to become close friends if we don’t spend any time together?” You say yes but, deep down you’re thinking about all the other terms for the two of you he could’ve used other than friends. Eh you figured this was where it was gonna go anyways. But it didn’t mean you didn’t want to spend time with him.

Yeonjun on the other hand was currently wallowing in self pity once you two got off the phone. He rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest. “Friends?” Really? Why did he have to be so blunt about it? People were starting to stare. God usually he wasn’t like this. Or… in a way maybe he kinda was. Beating and around the bush and shit.was that the right decision though? He’s just gotten out of a relationship and he aided in braking. Maybe being friends for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. The problem was, he didn’t know now if he could stay far enough away like friends do. Well and least the friends who actually are just that only.

You meet him at the place. Well, meet as in hes five minutes late. He stumbles in the place looking like he’s been awkward log enough to have hallucinations. But when he sees you the hardness on his face disappears. “I have something for you.” He says in a sing songy tone. Both his hands are in front of him. You look outside. “Where?” He looks genuinely offended as he pulls a small tube out his pocket. “A token of my appreciation for keeping me company.” Hopefully for a while longer, too. He thinks. You wait for him to open his palm to you.

“come and get it.”

you look around, thankfully he’s quiet enough so as to not draw all the attention towards the two of you. You grasp his tightly closed palm with two hands and start prying. Really? Did he really have to be so difficult? A moment later and you open the jaw like clamp that was his hands right before he could tease you about taking so long. “Glue?” “Yeah super glue” he puts infusus on the super part to make it seem better than it is. you made me do all of that? for glue? “Why are you—“ “it’s not even used! Still is the package!” “But it’s…. Glue.” He places it in your palm, closing your hand around it. “Glue that can be used to fix your shoe you wore yesterday.” He realized it was starting to need fixing? It was that obvious? He must see your wheels turning. “Get it now?” “Oh yeah, thanks.” Still surprised he even payed attention to that.

he walks you home that day and the both of you want to say more but you hold back, not wanting to go there just yet.

next time he calls you it isn’t just a five minute transaction of where the both of you wanted to go or if you were busy. He was originally just calling to see how you were doing but it turned into you saying you were hungry. Then him asking what you had in your fridge cause you needed to eat. Then you groaning “notiiiinnnnnggg” as your roles over onto your stomach on your bed. “Really?” He sounds worried through the other side of the phone. “Actually noting?” He was already grabbing his keys so he can run to the store to pick you up a basket full of whatever you wanted. “No, no. Not really. Just don’t have what I want.” Which then turned into an hour long debate of what brand and type of Raman was the best and lots of “how the fuck can you stand to eat that shit?” Laughing, and eventually the offer to go and get some right then and there. “It’s about dinner time anyways.” You reason, stepping over to where your clothes were.

"Itadakimasu!” He says as you take your first spoonful, not waiting to sit down.

and he's Looking way to cute for getting ramen. And later once you two sit down on a nearby park bench to enjoy the packaged goods, you tell him just that. “Aren’t you like, too cool for going to go get ramen from a convenience store?” “I like to dress well.” You stare blankly at him “my clothes or?” He asks. “Just you. Not just the nice clothes.” You’d be a hipacrate if you said it was weird to dress decently to be here. “I dunno, you just…. You have this- this was about you. How you conduct yourself, I mean, seems a little two high end for eating like this.” You didn’t know if you were on point or not, not knowing him for long would really do that to you. What he says next you’re not ready for, and really he doesn’t know if he is either. But he says it none the less. Wasting no time getting into his own head, a place he also wasn’t too ready to go into. “I’ll try to be more open with you, then.” He pulls at a stray string from his pants. Weirdly enough, he had accedentally matched you. And also weirdly enough you and all your “this is not a date” “this is not a date” jitters did not know what to do with that. You look up at him, body wanted to freeze but mind wanting noting more than to scoot closer to him in intrigue. “I know I’m—“ he started, placing the cardboard cup to his side and holding the ankle that was slung over his knee “I’m glad you think I’m cool and shit. But I need to understand that’s not everything to me. Sure,it’s a lot. Do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?” Yeonjun laughs. He looks at a loss for words.

“It’s not everything. Got it.” You nod, “and you’re not too cool for ramen.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I know we just met and what you said was probably a joke but, i never wanna come off as better than you. Or too good for something you’d like to do. Or anyone for that matter. Slap me if I do, please.” You realized something right then and there as each word came out of his mouth: he was telling th truth. And telling it to swine he hasn’t known for long. He wanted ti push himself out there. You realize that. But he also was careful not to only show one side. You felt honored.

you learn a lot of things about each other with your legs brushing against each there’s on wood bench that couldn’t be any less comfortable. But once you stoped focusing on it and starting on him. It was like you felt the clicks of mores code inside your head. Even though it was only you rocking back and forth in the squicky chair, it still felt like something bigger. You and him sitting here. Some sort of code telling you something. A subliminal message that bubbled under the surface. Words or a feeling cast into your mind without you realizing it. Something about all this telling you that his was right. He was right.

you learn that he likes fashion

That he’s the type to give his jacket to you when you’re cold. Cause he did. and no, you definitely didn't feel a jolt up your spine when he did that

you learned that oh yeah he’s definitely a fuckin flirt

that he doesn’t want to be viewed as some one dimension being. A robot, who only knows one thing and that’s how to save his face. He doesn’t want to be viewed as an airhead who should care about more things than he does. Cause it seems like he does care. Does think about a lot of things. And it sounds like he’s had the experiences to talk about it when he explains how He doesn’t wand people to look at him and only see him. Some guy and want to know all about him. He really wants people to try and get to know what makes up him on the inside too.

he learned a lot about you, too. listening intently whenever you spoke. like hat rain flavor you could eat until you died and what good smells and flavors you remember from childhood that whenever experienced again now, bring you back a hole flood of memories that feel like new

you learned, most importantly that you liked spending time with him a whole lot and he did too

“Ever feel like you want a moment to last forever?” He asks, looking deeper into your eyes than he has intended. Stupid back of his mind coming to the front. You look to both your sides as if there could be someone else he’s talking to. “Yeah that ramen in my mouth.” He scoots closer to you. Just want you wanted but couldn’t say. “Want me to take your picture?” You raise an eyebrow. "I mean, you do already have your camera out." he notes.

the next most memorable time you spend with him is at your place. you joke he looks like a wreck and he admits he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days. he takes a look at himself in his phones camera. and then tries to smooth down his hair. "I really do look like it. I might have to stay here forever, I can't go back outside looking like this." and he actually looks desperate. you ponder for a moment, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "are you thinking about a way to help or how expensive it would be to keep me here?" he laughs. an idea pops into your head and you jump up to the bathroom. it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, spending more time than he ever has with you. he's smiling jut thinking about it as you, unaware and running, come back to him with a razor and shaving cream. a blank look quickly shifts onto his face while you're sitting there across from him, most generic and lifeless smile on your face, blinking your eyes manically. he backs away like you're holding a weapon. (TECHNICALLY--)

"oh no, no no no no no-"

next thing he knows he's sitting on a chair with shaving cream on his face, trying not to shiver every time your hand comes closer. "Im telling you." you try to reason, "the only thing that's making you look like this is... this." you gesture to the lower part of his face. he humphs still. "as much as it'd be funny to see you in a handlebar mustache I think that's contributing to making you look like a zombie." "are you calling me pale?" he accuses, his neck shrinks back into him like a turtle. he doesn't know why he agreed to this. he does... though. he agreed cause you're you and he'd almost never say no. and as much as he'd like to lie to himself and cover it up, he wants you closer. physically, mentally, whatever you'd like. and maybe him saying he wants to do cute little friendshipy things together wasn't entirely true. he still wants to do these things, always has, but he wanted the both of you to view them as more than something small. he wanted them to go down in history in the both of your minds as the day you felt your hearts flutter and skip a beat and your mind spin in the best way possible.

"no, im calling you..." youre suddenly at a los for words on how to exactly describe him. "let me just do it." he grabs your arm to hold you back. and from then on the both of you are locked in the game he started. you try to force it out of his tight grasp but its no use. "let go!" you laugh, struggling, "you said youd let me do it!" you yell as he laughs. eventually he stops, letting go and letting you do your thing.

"does this even count as sorta friends seeking what we want from a relationship or friendship or whatever?" he turns around at your words, suddenly serious as you stop what you're doing to say that. "firstly, wow offended. sorta friends? I thought we were much more than that." you probably shouldn't hang on that sentence. but you do. more than sorta friends could just mean friends. all there could be to it. but since you have no idea, you choose to from now on think about it way too often and settle for the butterflies in your stomach. "also, were seeking happiness, right? we're smiling, aren't we?" he nods like: that sounds about right to me. you smile at him, his face going back to where you had him where you are facing his side.

"I think we make really good choices together." Yeonjun tells you, you’re heart nearly stomping at the sound of his voice, a smile creeping out your face as he nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk as his words slur together. this was his idea, you remind yourself. "um nope. I didn't make the choice." but you did, he suggested it and you went with him without thinking twice. you reach down to fix your god forsaken shoes again and look to the left to see the same eatery you'd met him at. "I thought it'd be cute." he sulks, not wanted to stop talking there. but I ended up letting us get like this cause I was scared. I wanted us to have fun, he thinks, walk down "memory lane." take you to where we first met and where I think I started believing in forever. and he fears he's messing things up, again.

"oh." you say under your breath. and he just smiles as if he didn't just tell you a whole lot more than what you were expecting. but you just act like you didn't hear it. "Why'd you want to do something cute?" you ask him, your arms around each other shoulders feeling heaver now. "because you deserve it." and he wanted you to see him in a different light, not just the freind he though you only saw him as. but hey, now with the both of you half asleep and stumbling, a fresh new light is deffintitly what you're seeing of each other. just, not the one he had wanted. "aw, you deserve it to."

you both had agreed to "sober up" at your place before he went home. somehow that had turned into you laying down, head on his stomach and him drawing random shapes onto your collar bone. "sober up", meaning drink some coffee or anything to get your energy back up and try not to go to sleep just yet. He'd gotten entirely too tired entirely too fast and here he was paying for it. Not being able to talk to you as much as he had wanted. He felt kinda stupid, letting himself get that way just because he had no idea what to say. Or even if this was a good time.

Somehow that had turned into you laying in between his legs on your tummy and him staring entirely too long at your lips. his eyes half shut, he looks at the clock on his phone and stretches. "leaving already?" you sensed just what he was thinking. "I don't know if I should stay." it comes out more of a question than he had originally intended. maybe you were too willing, looking for someone like him, even. but this was how you just were: falling quickly, hard, and frequently. but when he touched you, it felt so real and grounding that you knew you weren't going to go anywhere. its only fair for him to match and stay here too, right?

"well," you inched closer, higher up on him, tiredness taking over and clouding your mind, "you should. at least a little longer." "a little as in five minutes or...." he's asking to tease now, really. he knows you wouldn't mind however long he's planning on staying. you roll your eyes at him. "god, what am I gonna do with you?" you laugh. you're about to look away, shift away, when Yeonjuns eyes catch yours, making you linger on his face for another minute. "whatever you'd like." the words come out of his lips almost too perfectly for you to focus anymore. suddenly this was getting real and the shock of it made you want to say something about it. or at least do something-- agree somehow? you weren't sure. "I mean, Im so tired. what are we--" his hand is on top of yours now. and this time the only thing your mind can think of is to lace your fingers with his. the scene was kinda funny; him looking at his hand like he was in awe while you stared at his jawline and realized it really can't go on like this. with the both of you longingly staring at the other and barely controlling yourselves. heart fluttering a little too much for staying just friends. but really, you reason, were you ever?

your elbows are both propped up on your mattress. he looks back at you, eyes shining more than before and you chuckle. "bro, are you blushing?" he looks at your interlocked hands and then back at your smiling features. as much as he'd like to linger on it and memorize this new smile you have, one he's never quite seen before, he also wants to make it even bigger. "Dude," he nearly whines, long and drawn out, "did you call me bro while we're holding hands?" and it worked, you're smile is a 3x bigger now. but what he didn't expect was to get the sudden urge to kiss you. at least not right now.

as his brain was short circuiting just thinking abut it, you're sitting up, hands still wound tightly together like someone had taken ribbon and tied it to the both of you. he comes up with you, your head finding its perfect place in the crook of his neck. and a second later, with him right above you like this... you're thinking of kissing him too. you also feel like going to sleep right here right now. your face unwashed and pjs not on. "we just gonna stay like this?" "I wouldn't mind. you?" he cranes his neck towards you. "someones gonna have to--" he leads you by the hand closer to him. if that was even possible. now you're more face to face. and when he leans back a little you follow. half sitting he brings a pointer finger to hook gently under your chin, sighlently asking if he could bring you closer. you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant.

now his free hand is traveling up and down your torso as he deepens the kiss. his lips are soft, plush, and warm and way too fucking comforting. your other hand is fidiling with the hair at the nape of his neck, forearm on his shoulder and wrist crooked as his arm circles your waist, brining you impossibly closer to him. it felt like the hole world was right in front of you. and his hand held the keys to you feeling extrdenary, to your heart opening and letting him in. you finally pull away, but only because of the need for air. if it was up to you you'd be staying in his arms, lips pressed together his pure bliss for all eternity. "...Turn off the lights." you finish. he starts to move away from you and your eyes widen. "that wasn't an invitation to leave." you say. and his hand stays laced with yours the whole time he gets up to turn off the lights. he strains and the tips of your fingers were the only thing that could stay together but it was still sweet.

he climbs in bed next to you again, resuming his previous position. and pulls out his phone to switch on a dull flashlight, putting it in a space where you two aren't blinded but can still see. you look at him like: why? "wanted to see you." he says simply. you start to wonder why but he's a step ahead of you, leaning in to show you why. the hand that was on your waist before is grasping the side of your face gently as the two of you lay further down. his eyes are closed but fuck, all he sees is you. all he feels is you. and all he's thinking about is you. no worries about what he's gonna say or how it'll come out. somehow, you've opened the flood gates of his emotions in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt before. he starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, then eventually when he's had his fill he moves back to your lips. And now with your lips in sync and closeness heating the both of you up to where all you needed and wanted in that moment was each other, everything that you two could think about was how right this feels.

the next morning and he's you wake up with limbs tangled together and him behind you, breathing tickling your neck. But once he wakes up and the worries are back, he shoots up, no longer feeling dangerous and free. His head is started to pound from thinking about this. about you, about the both of you and what happened last night. what was he going to do? he collects his phone from your extra charger you plugged into the wall for him at what had to have been early morning. when all he could think about was how you felt next to him and how he never wanted to leave.

"Where you going?"

he doest even want to turn around. he barely even recognizes what he's doing. he doesn't even want to.

Now you're actually starting to get worried. had the both of you moved too fast too soon? was letting yourselves go the night before even a good idea? you were starting to dought the both of your decisions. god, you don't know what you'd do if this actually affected him as much as it seems like it did. maybe you should've thought through answering him with a yes when he asked if he could stay. or at least put some difference between he two of you! and besides, what did this even mean? were you two just going to go back toeing friends who look at each other for too long and replay that night over and over in your heads? or did this mean he just needed a moment to collect himself? cause you knew what you wanted, alway have. but for some reason he seemed always in the dark about ti. like he was caught between two different lives.

but you hated the way he was on the fence. you wanted to shout at him to hurry up and pick one. it'd been a while since you've started this bizzar relationship anyways. so why was he making eyes at you, being this close, and now kissing you apparently, and then not saying what that means to him or how he wanted to proceed?

you're following him through your place now. "I was just starting to like this." you liked how firm it felt. how definite it all was. and you thought he felt that too. but now he's finally turning around before your door. and backtracking towards you. he steals one last surprisingly sweet kiss before he leaves and mumbles angainst your lips, "me too. im sorry... just, give me a bit of time?" you still don't fully understand, and maybe thats ok. but you do understand that you need to give him a minute. leave him be for a little until he comes to you. and you can respect at least that.

a day of thinking later and he's reaching for his phone. sticker you'd picked out together from one of your little outings still holding onto his phone case. they looked so cheep you were sure it'd fall off in a day or two. hm, he should probably update you, right? but more than that, he misses talking to you. or, at least sending a good morning and good night text on the both of your ends. he wants to sulk. he really does. but he knows that won't be doing either of you or the current state of your relationship any good.

but...

he doesn't know how to put it to you so should he just not? but its... you. and suddenly, for what felt like the first time in ages, he didn't want to mess around with these things and drag his feet and whatever else he's done in the past that feels like a lifetime ago ever since seeing your face. he's falling. and falling hard. he actually admits how deeply he is into you this time. you've gotten each other into the palm of the others inviting hand. he doesn't feel-- no, he can't, mess around this time. you've made him realize that these types of things are way to important. you're way to important to take so long with. You've captivated him. as he has you. Took each other into your arms and held with such a force that didn't suffocate nor shatter but instead, made you both feel comforted and warm

he picks up his phone to call you, smiling. yeah, he knew exactly what he ws going to say.

after calling you to see if you’re home to talk, and knowing word for word what he wants to tell you about what he feels, sparkling eyes show up at your door in record time and this time the exact shoes you were wearing the day you two had met behind his back to replace the broken pair.

~End~

2023 copyright for shutupheathersorryheatherr

well there you go!! hope whoever had read has enjoyed it at least somewhat lol this took me too long to write and its not the best

I have trouble writing for people im not attracted to

anyways please leave some love like commenting or a reblog if you liked it!

[daintyduck99]

being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners screams PeterPatterLina to me

Reggie looks wildly from Luke to Julie. He's positive that he heard them wrong.

"You—actually want to come square dancing this weekend? Both of you?" 

They nod. It's weirdly convincing. Like—

Like a level of conviction they usually only show when it comes to music. 

Reggie’s gaze settles on Luke. "Why?" 

He shoots Reggie a disarming grin, the one that often temporarily stuns Julie when she's trying to confront him about something. Unfortunately, it's just as effective on Reggie, and Luke knows it. 

"Why not?" Luke says with a shrug. 

Reggie blinks, groping for his argument amongst all of the OH NO HE'S HOT bells blaring in his head. He clears his throat, cursing his complexion and the telling blush that starts to burn in his cheeks. 

"Wh—well—you hate that sort of thing!"

Luke smiles wider, tilting his head in a way that shouldn't be charming because he's doing it on purpose, but it makes Reggie’s heart stutter, anyway. Especially as he leans in close, as if he's sharing a secret. 

"Well, maybe I wanna give it a chance." 

Reggie swallows. "Just—just for me?" 

"For you," Julie agrees softly, and Reggie's gaze snaps to her—

Not that looking at her is any better. 

She smiles, a little private smile, and his stomach flips as she scrunches her nose. 

"Besides, I think it sounds fun. Luke will probably give up on the actual dancing though, so I'm going to need a partner."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reggie blinks some more, which doesn't help. She's still staring at him sweetly, expectantly. She's beautiful and his brain refuses to stop screaming about it, or any of the vaguely flirtatious things she's said. 

It should, though. Because Julie and Luke already have each other, and because—

"I don't know—I promised Angel—" 

Something flashes in Julie's eyes. It's gone before he can identify it, but it's enough to make him falter. 

Luke slings his arm around Reggie, hauling him close, and he tries not to flail as he's sandwiched between them.

"She won't mind if you help out a friend, right? Better you than me stomping all over poor Julie's toes." 

"But—what will you do, then?"

Luke hums. "Don't they usually have a mechanical bull at these things?" 

Oh god. Yes, yes they do. 

He'll kill himself or everybody watching. 

Reggie forces himself to take a deep breath. It does nothing to calm his heart—

Or his imagination, or his anything, really.

There's no way this will end well, but he’s powerless to do anything but agree—

Which is how he finds himself at the dance with Luke and Julie all but hanging off of his arms, dressed in jeans and flannels that he didn't even know they owned. 

Julie's got cute leather boots on, as well, and his eyes keep straying to them because—

Well, it's the safest place to look. 

He's glad for his broad-brimmed hat, because he can kind of hide under it. 

Luke peels off to get them drinks, and Julie gently wraps her fingers around Reggie’s wrist, leading him to the dance floor with a genuine sort of urgency in her every move.

Reggie nearly stumbles and chuckles. 

"Jules, the dance floor isn't going anywhere—"

"I want to get my awkwardness out of the way early!" she calls back, twisting around with a smile that almost makes him trip. 

But then, out of the corner of his eye—

A flash of blonde hair makes him stop. 

Julie huffs. "What, what is it?" 

"I'm pretty sure I just saw—" 

He yelps as he's yanked into an embrace, which forces Julie to release his wrist. 

Blonde hair and strawberry shampoo tickle his nose before the arm that's looped a bit too tightly around his neck lets him go.

"Angel," Reggie finishes weakly. "Hey." 

Her eyes flash to Julie, hovering nearby. 

"Angelique," she says curtly. "You are?" 

Julie drifts closer, casually putting herself between Angel and Reggie, which makes Angel's eyes narrow. It's—really weird. 

He's never seen this side of her before. 

And he can see why it might set Julie off—it's obvious to her that Angel has made Reggie somewhat uncomfortable. 

Cooly, she says, "Julie. Reggie's my bassist, we're also a country duo. And he's going to show me how to square dance."

Reggie nods enthusiastically, not that either of them even see. He swallows. 

Where the hell is Luke with those drinks? 

Angel juts her chin. Her blue eyes are cold, shrewd instead of calm and clear. 

"He's dancing with me."

Julie draws herself up to her full height. 

"Why don't you ask him what he wants to do? He's not a piece of meat, you know." 

That's when Luke finally chimes in.

"He is very pretty, though." 

Very helpful, thanks so much, Luke.

He hooks his arm over Reggie’s shoulder, and Reggie would bet anything that he's wearing his patented grin as both of the girls turn to look at him, although Angel seems more confused than anything. 

"And? Does Reggie know you, too?" 

Luke barks out a laugh. "I've known Reggie since we were kids. And we're both in Julie's band. Isn't that right, babe?" 

Reggie assumes that he's directing this question at Julie, but then Luke looks right at him, and Reggie kind of wants to disappear into his hat like a white rabbit. 

The ice in Angel's eyes melts into something more like disappointment. 

She shakes her head. "I—I can't do this."

As she stalks away into the crowd, Reggie isn't entirely sure how to feel about it. 

But there's a sinking pit in his stomach. 

Luke must see something on his face. He carefully removes his arm from Reggie’s shoulder and opens his mouth, but Reggie surprises all of them by beating him to it. 

"Luke, Julie. What was that?" 

They glance at him guiltily through their lashes. Julie twists her fingers together.

"That…was…a lot of jealousy. Colliding."

"We're sorry," Luke blurts, "and it's not the only reason we wanted to come. We just—we wanted to make you realize—that you could belong with us, Reg." 

And the only thing he can latch onto is—

"Did you basically just—quote one of my favorite Taylor Swift songs at me?" 

Luke smiles. "Maybe?" 

"We really are sorry," Julie adds softly, "about blowing your chance with Angel. I know we weren't acting much better." 

Reggie sighs. He blinks some tears away.

"Why didn't you just say something?" 

Julie slowly lifts her hand, letting it settle on his face when he doesn't shy away. She swipes at his tears with her thumb. 

"We did want to show you. Do the things you love with you and build to a confession by the end of the night. But we screwed it up by letting jealousy get the better of us."

"You—you're saying that you—" 

But the words get stuck in his throat. 

Luke takes his hand, clasping it in Luke’s larger, warmer one. "Yes, Reg. We love you. And we're also sorry that it took us so long to realize, but—I think I've been in love with you since we were ten years old."

"It snuck up on me," Julie says, "but you're so easy to love, Reggie. I think everyone is at least a little in love with you."

He ducks his head. His hat falls over his eyes, hiding him from their earnest ones. 

"I've been trying to get over you. I didn't think—never in a million years—" 

Luke squeezes his hand. "Isn't there any way we can make it up to you, Reg?" 

He swallows. "There—there might be." 

Julie's fingers find his chin, and he lets her coax him into lifting his head. 

She smiles hopefully. "What is it, Reggie?" 

"You can start by calling me the pet names you obviously want to call me—" 

They both blush and stutter, which makes Reggie crack a smile before he continues.

"But now you both owe me a dance, and a turn on the mechanical bull. How's that?"

They exchange fond, mischievous looks.

"We think that's perfect, babe." 

"Luke was hoping to seduce you that way—" 

"Oh, like you aren't wearing—" 

And Julie pulls him out onto the floor, giggling, before Reggie hears the rest—

But he trusts that he'll experience it all soon enough. 

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

Unconventional: A Short Story of Hiding in Plain Sight

Is a short essay written in 2023 on my personal struggles being Native American and AroAce, and how both subjects intersected in a small window of time.

Disclaimer⚠️:

anti-Native American racism

Use of "noble savage"

I think its fairly good, weather the writing is good or not i think it has a good message anyway.

Notes:

In the writing I use the name Wallace to refer to myself, but for context I present fem & still mostly go by my birthname, the people talking to me were using my birthname.

Info aluding to location is removed.

This also relates to my expiriences as a trans person but I'm closited to most people, so is not included

The names of others is changed cause it was fresh at the time and i didnt want to hassle reporting them.

Slightly edited from origonal

History has always been one of my favorite subjects. There isn't much reason aside from that the past fascinates me. Native units are different though. I was ecstatic! Beforehand, that is.

Walking into class on the second day, I already dreaded sitting down, only to be called an "American Indian" through the scribbles of graphite on worksheets. The teacher listed name after name of tribes nearby, he got to a tribe with a well known casino, its famous add campaign was shouted out from the kid beside me, with near no objection. All we are to them; our casino's tagline.

All throughout page after page, side conversation to worksheet, "Indian" rang through my head like the caws of blue jays. Imagine the discovery of discomfort displacing you far from anyone's mind when your history teacher reads blindly from a paper without a second thought.

Through the day, peeve soaked my clothes and I stomped on every drip and caw with the vexation of a murder of flustered crows as I ducked through crowded halls.

I wasn't even there. Not that I made that known.

I wasn't content to sit angerly in my hamster wheel of a head, If I was going to be angry, I didn't want to go through it alone, I was happy to at least vent to someone.

I sat down later for advisory, still soaked in irritation head to toe, I yanked my computer out of its sleeve and clanked at its keys till my frenzied fingers were sore, all class I deliberated my days into a lengthy group-chat email. Saying I was- am annoyed is an understatement, my eyes were incandescent as I slammed down each key. Whether I had history work or not I didn't care enough to do it, I wasn't in the mood to be called an "American Indian" for the next half hour by a paper for answering X Y & Z. I value my sanity over that any day.

I trampled the keyboard with every example I could think of, the textbooks, the kid next to me, the fact that in any history class I've been in all the natives are put under the blankets of numbers. I ended my rant venting, "Sorry if this is out of the blue or off topic or if I 'ruined tha vibe' or whatever maybe I'm just 'over-exaggerating' but I don't care right now… I can only hope we get more than a geography lesson in this unit." I took off my obnoxiously bright hat to see my Aro and Ace pride pins lining its rabbit face.

I've always "identified" as native, there was just never much else. Dads side is just smaller, and out of touch with one another. None of them ever talk.

My weekdays are spent looking at my grandmothers' walls, beadwork, and Formline, and family photos framing it from corner to corner. I've always been a Tlingit Kid. Through my mom and generations of women back till who knows when, I am my clans child. But my dad's side of the family being white, and me taking more after him, the impression I get, when I tell some people I'm native, is that I'm one of those "my grandmother was a Cherokee princess" girls. And that just puts me off from telling people I don't know in the first place.

Once a girl responded to my invisible native-ness with "... so you're white?" I can taste her entitlement every time I repeat her, as if she were owed any sort of "truth." What's the point? What do you want? To see proof of my brown family? My tribal ID? Me to wear my regalia 24/7? My blood quantum painted on a sign above my head?

In attempts to connect with my roots I picked up a book from the library, #ImNotYourPrincess seemed interesting by its title. There was one page that stuck to my skin. "It's strange to me how people always want me to be an "authentic Indian" when I say I'm kanyen'keha:ka. They want me to look a certain way, act a certain way. They're disappointed when what they get is.... just me. White faced, light haired... They want my culture behind glass in a museum. But they don't want me. I'm not Indian enough..." that page was part of the poem, Invisible Indians, by a Mohawk woman named Shelby Lisk.

Advisory September 29, still angered from history just an hour beforehand, I was already unamused with my day. Sitting down for class, I noted down any other things I'd heard from my peers for safekeeping on a word document. Today there was nothing, but I was irritated so I noted any semblance that could have been something as an angered precaution.

From there I went with the motions and hid my face from the dim windows and lights to avoid a worsened headache. I sat to chip away at the little work I had, seeing as it was a Friday, only to be met with an unwelcome whine of my name. "Wallace? Wallace? Wallace? Hey Wallace?" It rang in my worn-out ears like early morning bird disputes from the trees, "Wallace? Wallace? Waaaaaaaalllaaaaaace? Don't be rude Wallace. Wallace Wallace? Wallace?" Frustrated in giving him the time of day, I swiveled my chair in Gabriel's direction for just enough time to send the message of hey, bud I hear you, and twirled back, my face growing more and more sour as the moments inch by. All just for him to spit "Anthony likes you!" For the whole class to feast their ears upon.

His caws stained my expression as we shuffled our chairs around and he continued "Wallace? Waalaace?" We moved again, and without fail he still was in his territorial dispute with the neighboring crows. Get my name out of your mouth I thought. I just continued to angrily lean tired on tables.

We shuffled chairs again, (admittedly this advisory was, not productive.) too tired to take it much further than I already had shoved it, I pulled it past the backpacks flopped on the floor and stopped it by the counters on the wall. Another voice, chimed in "You like Jacob, right? That's why you're sitting so close to him?"

I sat with my right leg crossed over my left, my shoulders slouched to the back of my chair. All I could muster was a glare and stern "No."

The class ended, nothing productive coming as a result of it, and I continued onto lunch.

As I walked the hall, my tiresome time trickled down my cheeks. I was done. I crimpled my face in my light blue hood and sleeves and broke my voice as I shrunk on my lunch. A moment went by when I heard a voice through my whimpers.

"Are you ok?" Rea was sat at the other side of the table with her friends, all seeming concerned.

Through my hiccups I answered. "No." I've always wondered, why even ask? By the time you want to ask you've already answered your own question. That's my case anyway. As I explained my past few days, I was practically reciting the email I wrote yesterday. How I'm not an Indian, the kid at the other table in 1st period, how in my nine years in schooling all the white men had the privilege of being referred to by name while all us sliver of native kids had to go off outside our families is Billy Frank JR. How I wanted enough respect to not have words put in my mouth. How I already have enough on my plate. How I was overwhelmed.

Rea and her friends watched me concernedly as I sat shivering. They let me go on with my rant till I crumbled past speech, and they had some room to ask, "Do you want a hug?"

"Yeah."

I stood up in anticipation. She speed-walked over in open arms, her friends following close behind her. And we hugged in the aisles of lunch tables as she let me cling to her back and cry on her leather shoulder.

I doubt they anticipated many native kids' reading the textbook, not like there's many of us here, four of us in the whole thousand-plus kid school.

Being called something I'm not, in more ways than one, just felt- I couldn't explain it. The concept was quite earthly, grounded to me. But putting it to words others could understand, and so that I understood that feeling before sharing it, was foreign.

Later that night, I wrote to myself and the void in a journal on my phone (was what i said for the school asignment, it was really tumblr drafts). About my eventful last few days, my frustration, my exhaust, and I said as much. Reflecting on my week, I wanted to have a vocalization of just how, weird it felt. I doubt Anthony "liked" me, I barely knew his name, let alone had we talked. The concept of someone liking me romantically is foreign, unwelcomed. Can't be controlled by either side, still just as off-putting.

I image they were antagonizing Anthony alongside me whether he did "like" me, it or not. I don't make it too well known verbally, but I'm Aromantic. No romantic attraction. In my case specifically the type where any romance involving me feels, for lack of better, more concise words, gross. It's purely alien to me. I just don't understand it.

My first "crush" was conveniently chosen at the end stretch of kindergarten. It was almost cartoonish how much I faked it, even to myself.

By the time 6th grade rolled around, I had counted about 5 "crushes" up to that point. I made it to my 4th period world history class and while playing "would you rather" I talked with a girl who agreed that pineapples on pizza was delicious, we concluded it was because their sweet-savory-ness. We were sat close together, and we talked a lot. I figured out she was gay from her telling me she was excited to meet her crush at the park later for a mini date. I didn't even care there was "someone else" I was just perfectly happy that she was so happy. I felt weird, not feeling weird, but it took another year to read between the lines, to figure out it was admiration and close companionship. (And more like queerplatonic attraction, but I didnt want to delve into ALL that for a school asignment)

The night of the 30th, it took till I was pacing lost in thought and song lyrics till I thought of how to word it, "Just the idea of someone feeling a romantic way about me feels gross. Let alone a kid 1 barely know... like it feels so gross I wish I was more articulated to explain it, the best synonym I have at the moment is that I need a shower. It feels like, sticky- like the equivalent of I just got dunked in syrup and it dried a bit then my hair being covered in gum to the point I may as well just shave it."

I realize now, I'm not any of these people's "truth," I'm not what they expect. I'm native, but I'm not dark. I don't want to be a prince charming, or to be "saved" by one. I'm not what any of them name me. I'm not a "hostile Indian" or, better yet "Noble Savage" (both attributed to a documentary we watched in class). I'm not going to find "the one" nor do I want to. I'm not the words they put in my mouth, what they decide I am.

The days moved on. The class moved on.

The boys mostly stop bothering me.

The second of October, a new kid at the same table as add reading kid, chirped the headline of my morning, "If these people were still around today, Bugs Bunny would be their god." The only context I had was I think they were talking about aspecific region that used rabbits a lot in clothing and food, but the statement they were gone was laughably triggering.

From there kids didn't say much else. All I heard was my personal broken record.

From then on, I made sure I had my Aro and Ace pins, and my native pride shirts as often as possible, to show what I really am. At least if people don't know what the pins are they can assume I'm somehow queer and back off. At least I started wearing the pins at home. Not that many people would notice; or know what any of it means to me. But at least someone would. At least I know there are 3 more of us here, somewhere. Hiding in plain sight. At least I ultimately don't care for why people I don't know would care enough to comment. Or why I comment on them in all honesty. At least I can decide it doesn't affect me so I can scrub the stains gone. At least I have pretty good luck charms. At least I have Redbone's Come and Get Your Love.

I don't think its that I don't like history anymore, more often than not, I've learned, my favorite part of history is what is never taught.

[ourimpavidheroine]

thanks so much for your answer! the wu story looks great and i’m also excited to see more poppy and jai. rest assured there are some of who really do enjoy the later generation stories! take your time writing and i hope the move goes as smooth as possible.

I know it's practically my own fiction at this point rather than fanfiction but I enjoy writing it so it's always so lovely to hear when readers enjoy reading it as well. Thank you so much for taking the time to come and let me know. I really appreciate it!

And here, just a little snippet of the Jai and Poppy fic. Just for you.

She had stopped by the front desk at the Imperial Jade hotel to check and see if he’d already arrived when she heard the familiar stomp stomp stomp of Jai’s footfalls across the marble floors. Finally! The damnable man had point blank refused to let her pick him up in the family airship, insisting he’d make his own way there. His fucking funeral. He'd told her he was taking a train and then one of the public airships that took him across The Great Divide and over the Serpent’s Tail, landing outside the city near the former Lower Ring, which of course meant yet another train across the city itself. Public transportation was slow, dirty and full of who the fuck knew who. She had no idea what he was trying to prove with any of it, unless he wanted to make sure she was aware he was a stubborn idiot. He had no need to prove it. She already knew. His insistence on said public transportation - Paid for by the mine! What was the point of all of it! He could have saved the mine money by going with her on her airship! - meant she’d left two days after him and even at that she’d been cooling her heels in the Upper Ring all morning, waiting for his train to arrive so she could make sure he didn’t try to wiggle out of checking in under the Beifong name. Granted, she had taken advantage of the time to do a little shopping but that wasn’t the point, was it?

She turned to greet him and nearly choked. Someone please tell her he wasn’t going to wear that same hideous off the rack suit to their meetings for the potential new refinery. Please. Not to mention he’d clearly been traveling in it, if the embedded wrinkles and sagging droop of his shirt were anything to go by. He must have something else to wear, even if she saw only two bags in his hands.

No. Wait. That wasn’t a bag. That was a wicker basket. No. He had not. He wouldn’t dare.

It must have shown on her face because he stopped in the middle of the lobby to glare at her.

“What?”

*******

There she stood, in a stylish dress that clung to her everywhere, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination, in that vibrant red silk that was her namesake, a matching hat trimmed with red silk poppies tilted saucily over one eye. And heels, of course, these in red as well, impossibly high as per usual. She was staring at him - no scratch that, glaring at him - with that single eyebrow cocked up, her mouth making the most ladylike moue of disgust he’d probably ever seen. She submerged herself in profanity like the most hardened of his miners but there was no mistaking Poppy Beifong for anything but a lady.

Damn the woman anyhow.

Her gaze moved from him to the basket he was holding in his left hand. Her lip curled up at that.

“What?”

She scoffed and put a hand to her chest. Her hands were gloved, of course, but he’d lay every yuan he had that her fingernails had been polished to match. “Tell me you did not bring that beast.”

He glanced down at the basket. “He doesn’t like it if I leave him behind.” The truth of the matter was that he couldn’t leave Mao at home. He’d tried to pay extra just to have someone feed him and change his cat sand once a day but had been refused by everyone he’d asked. Mao had gotten himself a bit of a reputation at the mine. And in any case, Mao liked to travel. Mostly.

“Unbelievable,” Poppy said, and turned to the woman behind the reception desk, the one who had already checked her in a few hours earlier. “This is Jai, he has a reservation under Beifong as well. He’ll apparently need a box with cat sand in his room.” She flicked her hand. “And some sort of food for the cat, I assume.”

The concierge shot a very quick look at the basket, which had started to rattle and growl. Mao wanted out. “It will be our pleasure, Miss Beifong.” She fussed with a large book for a few moments. “Mister Jai is registered in your suite, Miss Beifong.”

Poppy froze. “I beg your pardon?”

He frowned. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

The concierge shook her head. “Your reservation is for the Grand Secretarial Suite, Miss Beifong, as is Mister Jai’s. We received your bags from the private airfield and our staff already took the liberty of taking your things there for you.” She looked pointedly at his hands, like she wasn’t sure if he had anything else than Mao’s basket and his single suitcase and didn’t want to ask.

Poppy’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “This is the first I’ve heard of it. We were meant to have two rooms.”

The concierge flipped through the book again before glancing up apologetically. “I’m afraid there is only the one room.” Her glance ricocheted between the two of them. “Of course it is a suite, with two bedrooms.”

Poppy gritted her teeth before pasting on a smile. “I see. And who, do tell, made these arrangements?”

The concierge pasted on a smile in return. “They were the arrangements that were made before you arrived, Miss Beifong.”

Rage practically radiated off of Poppy in waves. “Indeed. And let me make a guess. There are no other rooms available tonight in the hotel?”

The concierge dutifully went through the book again, although he was sure she knew exactly what was or wasn’t available already. “I am afraid not, Miss Beifong.”

“Of course there aren’t.” Poppy’s black eyes were snapping. “Well. If you could ensure that someone brings the cat sand and food as soon as possible I would be grateful.”

“Immediately, Miss Beifong.” The concierge quickly passed Poppy two keys. Poppy took them into her hands and swung around to march across the lobby, not even looking to see if he was following her.

[wonderlightdaydreams]

Dear Fellow Magic Seeker

I always wanted to believe in magic. I believed in Santa Claus way longer than I should have (especially as a Jew), any outing to walk my dog would be considered  a magical adventure, and I would take anything as an excuse to use my imagination. I remember when I was in elementary school, role playing Skylanders on the playground, and believing deep down that they were showing me the way to Skyland. I’m 21 now, and since elementary school, I learned a lot about the world. After all, no one really believed in magic, and anyone who I thought believed alongside me just did it to entertain a child who didn't know any better. How else would you explain the support of those delusions? Now, this is not to say the magic they do believe in isn't real. Science is extraordinarily beautiful, wondrous, and fascinating,  every word you would use to describe any fantasy world. However, I always found something off about science. While yes, it is all those things I described, it is also un-fantastical in a way, for lack of a better word. This apathetic nature of science, while hard to describe, is easy to feel. It carries a sort of terran monotony that this whole plane of existence is suffering under. Perhaps its simply the aesthetic of science, or the need to ensure everything is proven, but science (as it is very happy to admit, from my lack of knowledge), does have its fair share of gaps. Gaps that are filled by children with overactive imaginations…out of all people. I am no child psychologist (I would love some input for those who know better about this field than I do), however when kids play dinosaurs, there is a level of..well play. They know it is a game, and they know that they are six year olds  stomping around and roaring at each other. But there is also an unspoken contract, a rule to suspend their disbelief and believe wholeheartedly that they are dinosaurs. For those 15 minutes of recess, they were not human. In those 15 minutes, magic was real. 

TTRPGs are a space that I do not know much about. I know that people sit around a table, telling a story with their friends, and that story often involves a lot of dice rolling, playing cards, writing, and everything in between. And many parts of this space do intrigue me. Specifically the RP (role play)  part. At first glance, those who partake in this hobby are those kids on the playground playing dinosaurs, each consenting to play in this world of fantasy. And although I do hold a place of reverence for TTRPGS, like science, something is missing. Although they do play in this fantasy world, they don't see themselves as full acting participants. Like watching a movie in a theater, they enter the game, play for 3 hours, and then return to their normal lives. In a relatively short timespan, they go from being the main character, to being NPCs. Furthermore, of course this is just pretend, they don't really believe they are orcs, elves, and dragons, that would be unscientific! These games are just vehicles to hang out with your friends with, after all. This is not an attack on TTRPG players, not at all! In fact, they are getting somewhere in the quest to replicate the magic that I am seeking, but once again, something is missing.  

 I first heard about the otherkin community at the age of around 16. I remember watching a “This Exists' ' video (a now-defunct series about the weird and wonderful sides of the internet) on it, and while I don't remember specifically how I felt, I did feel a sense of yearning. A sense that these individuals hold the answers to what I am seeking, what I truly am. After doing some digging, I found the therian subreddit. After seeing people do tarot readings for what theriotype they were, I decided to throw my hat into the ring. I asked if I was a dolphin or a red panda, two of my favorite animals. The result itself was irrelevant, as I was inadvertently excluded from many therian spaces. I do not wish to play the blame game, or point fingers at any one person or group of individuals, after all this exclusion could be a simple misunderstanding of the customs. However, from my understanding, you can't choose to be therian. I fully expected Sir Ian McKellen himself to enter my room, scream at me “YOU ARE INDEED A DRAGON YOUNG MAN” and leave in a puff of smoke. While I did hear stories of divine intervention, I also heard tales of everything from dehumanization to LSD trips. I also do not personally vibe with the whole “creature of the forest, living away from technology” thing they had going on, an aesthetic I do indeed respect, while not being my own. In short, they had a wonderful community, that was just not my community.  They had a wonderful community, but something was missing. 

I am an A-list actor, producer, writer and director. I starred in multiple movies that were hits in the box office, a 12 season action-adventure-comedy tv show, and I live in a mansion with an arcade, waterslides, a mario-esque pipe for transport, and doors that could take you anywhere in the multiverse. Sooner or later, I became a protogen (what, you didn't see the furry thing coming from a mile away?), and after that, I became a guardian of imagination, a red panda dragon fursona thing. I could hear the keyboards of 1000 neurotypicals typing now, saying truly insightful comments such as: “this is what people died in wars for” “Jesus will save you” (again, im Jewish) and my personal favorite, the snowflake emoji. However, I could practically see 1000 kids just like me, their faces beaming with excitement and joy, with a million questions, chief among which being “can I do that too?”. After recess ended, I kept my non-normal non-human beliefs. Same with after I graduated, after high school, and even after University. While its easy to say that this is a game for me (to some level, it truly is), it is also something much more. Like those kids on the playground, these beliefs turn mundane existence into a game. A once boring test now becomes a perilous boss fight, family drama becomes unimportant exposition, and my purpose is beyond the capitalist cycle of education, work, retire, die. To those who argue otherwise, a proposition; at what age do you stop believing, what time period do you stop pretending, what phase of life makes you done with believing in your imagination?  Simply put, for those questioning if they are beyond human, if they are something greater, if their identity is that of imagination and art,  the answer is a simple “do you want to be?”.