#is Usually Always what unexpectedly Explodes

[joyfuladorable]

Kinda wish I could mute posts on here, lol

Edit: okay, I actually can mute thank the GODSSSS

[syluxs]

mephisto’s feathery rival

pairing: sylus/reader

summary: you witness an unexpectedly soft side of him--completely captivated by a parrot.

notes: guys i am a big sucker for fluff too as u can see

"so, why are we here again?" sylus asked, glancing at you as you walked beside him.

"because i wanted to check on the birds," you replied, stretching your arms. "you make donations here, but i wanted to see if they're actually using the money for them."

you were excited to spend some time at the bird sanctuary, as you’d always been a fan of nature and animals, but you weren’t sure what sylus thought about it. he was incredibly kind to animals, and he had a deep interest and appreciation for them and the outdoors, often inviting you on hikes or quiet strolls through the forest, but you weren't very sure if he would be as enthusiastic as you were.

you were also thinking that maybe this was also a nice opportunity for him--an enjoyable break from the usual routine. 

you skipped all around the place, feeling all giddy as the peaceful chirping of birds filled the air, taking in the lush green surroundings. the birds were flitting in and out of the trees, the gentle rustling of leaves was a soft background sound to your stroll.

you could feel sylus’ gaze wandering around, but he didn't say much at first. his usual air of cool indifference remained intact--until you approached a particularly large enclosure, one filled with colorful parrots.

you admired their vibrant feathers, pointing out a particularly stunning blue and gold one. but then, without warning, sylus’ calm demeanor began to crack. his eyes widened as he watched a parrot hop onto the edge of its perch, cocking its head toward him.

"oh, that’s so cute," you said. sylus didn't answer, too focused on the bird. "he likes you!"

the corners of your lips quirked up, and you giggled quietly, noticing how his usual composed expression was slowly melting away. the bird squawked, and sylus blinked as it hopped towards his direction. he looked almost childlike--a quiet fascination that made your heart squeeze at how unexpectedly soft he looked.

without realizing it, you were stupidly smiling at the interaction. you had never seen sylus act like this before. he was usually the serious, no-nonsense kind of person, always in control. but now, he looked like a kid seeing something magical for the first time.

"you really do like birds, don't u?" you asked, your voice light with amusement.

sylus didn't respond. instead, he stepped a little closer to the enclosure, eyes glued to the parrot as it squawked and bobbed its head.

you watched as he crouched down, his usual coolness now slipping even further as he reached out a hand toward the bird. it was like he couldn’t help himself. his fingers lingered in the air, as if inviting the parrot to come closer. the bird hesitated for a moment before hopping even closer-- and then, to your surprise, it boldly stepped onto his outstretched finger.

sylus froze for a second, his breath catching as his eyes widened slightly. he looked almost startled, but then, his expression softened entirely. he didn’t move, letting the bird settle on his hand, his usual mighty self melting into something entirely different-- gentle, fascinated, completely absorbed in the tiny creature perched on him.

for a moment, you could hardly believe what you were seeing. sylus--your sylus--seemed utterly mesmerized. he had the expression of innocence and wonder you'd expect from a child seeing something new and exciting. he looked so adorable and endearing, you covered your mouth with your hand, it was so cute you wanted to explode right there at what you were seeing.

you leaned in slightly, teasing, "careful, sylus. mephisto might smell it on you when we get home."

sylus turned his head, eyes still wide but soft. "let him smell it," he replied, his voice a little quieter than usual. "i just..... wanted to see how close it’d come."

as if understanding his words, the bird fluffed its feathers and adjusted its stance, making itself comfortable on his hand. sylus’ lips curled into the tiniest of smiles, and he let out a quiet, genuine laugh--light, unguarded, and entirely unlike his usual self.

you quickly took so many pictures of him and the bird, unable to resist capturing the rare moment of sylus looking so captivated.

it was like a switch had flipped in him. the serious, calculated sylus was gone, replaced by someone far more approachable, someone who could be playful and curious. you were utterly enchanted by the sight.

"i didn’t expect you to be such a very-into-birds person," you said, teasing him gently.

sylus’ smile widened just slightly as he stood up again, brushing off his pants like he was trying to regain his composure. "i didn’t expect it either," he admitted, "but i guess i’ve got more to learn than i thought."

you chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection for him. this side of him was refreshing. it made him seem..... less invincible, more like someone you could share moments like this with.

as the two of you continued through the sanctuary, sylus seemed more relaxed, more open to taking in the little wonders of the world. it was a side of him that was rarely seen, especially by others, and you were glad to witness it, even if it was just for a brief moment.

when you reached the end of the path, sylus glanced at you, his usual composed demeanor returning, but the warmth in his eyes didn’t fade. "thanks for wanting to go here," he said, his voice soft but sincere.

you smiled, the day’s light lingering in your chest. "i’m glad you enjoyed it." you were also relieved to see that the birds looked healthy and thriving, knowing that sylus’ donations were truly being used for their wellbeing. "it's good to know they're in such good hands," you added, glancing at sylus with a satisfied smile.

he simply nodded, his hands in his pockets as you both walked out of the sanctuary, but the playful spark in his eyes remained, reminding you that even the coolest, most mature people could have a little spark of wonder within them.

you let out a small chuckle, thinking about the day’s events. "i can’t wait to tell mephisto what happened today."

you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eye. "oh, he’ll laugh alright--especially at how you got so excited about a bird..... he'll probably say that they’re sooo inferior to him."

sylus shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him as he walked alongside you. "he'll probably act all smug about it too," he mused. "like he’s some superior avian being."

you laughed. "oh, definitely. he’ll puff up his little chest and act like he’s the king of all birds."

sylus sighed in mock exasperation. "he already thinks that."

[succubusvalentine]

Geta who eats you out on his throne. Geta has taken over my entire mind and this needs to come out or I'll explode actually! CW : Pussy eating, slight exhibitionism, almost getting caught.

Geta had been showing you the area where he and Caracalla sit during the Gladiator Games. A proud crooked smile on his face. It would be your first time viewing the games from such an angle.

Geta grabbed ahold of your hips and had you sit down in his throne. And when you looked up at him, his eyes flickered with possessiveness. As if you sitting in his throne meant that he owned you.

Geta hummed as he stared at you. His eyes trailing over your stola. "You look good like this, my dear" Geta rumbled.

"I'd hope I look good to you all the time, Geta" you say softly, which makes the emperor chuckle, his hands landing on your knees, rubbing up and down your thighs.

"You know you do" Geta hummed, pushing your stola embroidered with gold thread, up your legs. And you hold the fabric against your lower stomach.

Geta continued to run his hands up and down your thighs, his touch felt as though your blood burned with need. The Emperor always had such an effect on you. His rings sending a shiver down your spine from the chill of them.

"Must you always tease, Geta?"

"Of course I must. I enjoy watching you become desperate for me"

You groaned in frustration at that. Your cunt was throbbing desperately now. Feeling how sticky your panties had become.

You sighed in relief when Geta finally tugged your panties down, his hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them wide open so he'd have all access to what he called, "nectar from the Gods".

you gasped quietly as Geta buried his nose in the tuft of hair on your mound. he always loved smelling your natural scent, despite how flustered it made you.

Then you felt his tongue glide up between your wet folds. Your hips jolting at the contact.

"Geta!" You huffed impatiently. Moaning as Geta began to suck on your clit.

Your hands glided down to his hair, tugged the locks as your hips grind forward into Geta's insatiable mouth. His tongue lapping into you, as if he was stuck in the desert and your cunt was the oasis he'd been praying for.

Geta had eaten you out plenty of times. But this was by far the best. You had the sun shining down on you, Geta's mouth on your pussy, and the thrill of the idea that anyone could see you.

"Emperor?!" a guard called out, you weren't sure from where. But it made you jolt and look down at Geta with wide eyes.

"Geta! Geta, a guard is going to see us!" you whisper in panic.

Geta pulls away, licking his lips. "Then I suggest you come in my mouth before he finds us" he grinned, before diving back in. Making you whimper desperately. Nodding in agreement.

You try to muffle your moans and whimpers as Geta doubles his efforts. Covering your mouth and tipping your head back to rest against the back of the throne.

"Close!" You moan into your hand, just loud enough for Geta to hear.

"Emperor?! Are you up here?! You have a meeting with the council!" The guard called out, just as the coil in your stomach began to rapidly tighten.

Geta then began humming around your clit. Your hand slamming down on the arm rest of the throne as you unexpectedly came.

Your orgasm ripped through you, feeling as though every nerve in your body was alight. Your eyes rolling back.

When you finally came down from the high, Geta had pulled your panties back up and smoothed out your stola. Having stood up as the guard finally found the two of you.

"Ah, Emperor Geta" the guard said as he walked over. "I was worried you would miss your meeting with the council"

"Unfortunately I will be missing the meeting. As you can see, my fairest has tired herself out and I will be joining her in my chambers" Geta said with his usual smug smile. Making you glare at him with a scoff.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[nigtmarcz]

⎯⎯ Unspoken Tension

hamzah x reader

summary: hamzah and y/n can't stand each other and the tension between them grows. leaving hamzah questioning if there's more beneath their rivalry.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i'm on my writing grind!! hope u like it >.<

-

There’s something about her that gets under my skin.

It’s not just that she has this effortlessly perfect, almost ethereal beauty. Petite, with hair that shines like silk and lips so full they seem almost too perfect to be real. It’s the way she doesn’t try to stand out, yet still manages to do so without lifting a finger. There’s a quiet confidence in the way she moves, calm and collected, as if she’s always in control of everything around her—except when it comes to me.

I can’t stand it.

y/n’s been friends with Mandy and Martin for as long as I can remember, which means I’ve had plenty of chances to get to know her and, unfortunately, she’s the only one who can’t stand me. It doesn’t matter what I do—smile at her, compliment her, even just say something simple. She rolls her eyes, huffs, or worst of all, ignores me completely.

I’ve made it my mission to make her notice me.

Tonight, we’re at mandy and martin’s place. My eyes drawn to her as she talks to them. Her laugh rings through the room, light and effortless, like the sweetest melody. She looks as stunning as ever—her hair cascading down her back, her lips curling into that perfect, radiant smile that seems to light up the entire room.

And yet, she’s completely oblivious to me.

The thought makes me growl under my breath.

I know she’s not exactly the most friendly when it comes to me. In fact, I can tell she actively avoids me. But tonight? I’m not letting that slide.

I walk over to where she’s standing, her back to me as she grabs a glass of water from the counter. She doesn’t notice me at first, but as I get closer, I make sure my presence is known.

“Hey, y/n,” I called.

She turns around, eyes narrowing the moment they meet mine. The usual irritation flashes in her expression, and I feel a small thrill run through me. I love how she can’t stand me.

“What do you want, hamzah?” she snaps, not even bothering with pleasantries.

“Oh, I just thought I’d come over and say hi,” I say with a grin, leaning casually against the counter beside her. “You know, make sure you’re not too bored without me here.”

She rolls her eyes, but this time there’s something else in her expression. Something... hesitant.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she says stiffly, taking a step back.

Before I can say anything else, Martin chimes in from across the room, grinning. “You two are like fireworks���always about to explode.”

I glance at martin, then back at y/n, and for a split second, I catch her looking at me differently. Not with hatred, but with... curiosity? It’s only for a second, but it’s enough to make me pause.

“Just wait,” martin continues, clearly loving every second of the tension between us. “I bet you’ll be laughing at each other’s jokes soon enough.”

I scoff, crossing my arms. “That’s never going to happen. y/n and I are practically opposites. I’m the fun, charismatic one, and she’s... well, she’s got that cold, standoffish thing going for her.”

y/n glares at me, but there’s something in her eyes that makes me pause. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s there. Something that’s pulling me in, even though I know I should stop.

“You’re full of yourself,” she mutters, almost to herself, but loud enough for me to hear.

“I’m not full of myself,” I shoot back, stepping a little closer. “I’m just confident.”

She looks at me for a long moment, almost like she’s sizing me up. Then, unexpectedly, her lips twitch upward in the smallest smile.

“Good luck with that,” she says under her breath, before turning to walk away.

-

I hate how much hamzah annoys me.

He’s tall, muscular, tan... and everything about him screams “attention-grabbing.” But it’s not just his physical appearance that bothers me. It’s the fact that he knows exactly what to say to get under my skin. His jokes, his arrogance, his damn smile—all of it makes my blood boil.

And yet... there's something about him that I can't seem to shake.

He’s always in my face, always making those stupid comments and pushing me to my limits. There’s no escaping it, not with mandy and martin always dragging us into the same social circles. It doesn’t help that he’s impossibly good-looking, and everyone else seems to fall for his charm.

But not me. Never me.

Tonight, I’m just trying to get through this evening without throwing a drink in his face, when of course, he has to ruin it.

“Hey, y/n,” his voice floats over, smooth and teasing as usual.

I try to ignore him, but before I know it, he’s standing next to me. I can feel the heat of his presence, the way he leans in, taking up space in a way only he can.

“What do you want, hamzah?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but there’s a flicker of something in me that’s unsettled.

“I just thought I’d come over and say hi,” he replies, leaning too close for comfort. “You know, make sure you’re not too bored without me here.”

I roll my eyes, doing everything in my power not to react to the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. This is what he does. He gets close, makes everything about him, and then watches me squirm. I hate it.

“I’m fine, thanks,” I say curtly, taking a small step back, but of course, he doesn’t move.

And then, there’s martin, always instigating. “You two are like fireworks—always about to explode.”

I glance at martin, then back at hamzah. For a second, I almost feel something else. A tension that’s different. He’s never looked at me quite like that before. Like he’s not just teasing me. Like he’s actually trying to understand me?

I shake the thought away. Focus, y/n. He’s the same jackass he’s always been.

But then, I hear him say something that almost makes me laugh. “I’m not full of myself,” he says, almost defensively. “I’m just confident.”

I blink, caught off guard by how genuinely annoyed he sounds, like he's not used to anyone challenging his confidence.

“You’re full of yourself,” I mutter under my breath.

He leans in closer, his smile widening. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I don’t know why I do it, but I can’t help but let a tiny smile slip out. It’s the first time he’s caught me off guard like that. His smile falters for a second, before he turns away, leaving me wondering if maybe I'm not the only one who feels the tension between us.

-

I can’t stop thinking about y/n.

She’s impossible to ignore, and the more I try, the more it feels like she’s pulling me in. Every little interaction, every quick exchange of words. It's like there’s this invisible line between us, and I can’t figure out if I want to pull away or get closer.

Maybe martin’s right. Maybe we’re just too stubborn to admit that we’re not as different as we pretend.

One thing’s for sure: the game is changing, and for the first time, I’m not sure if I’m the one in control or if it’s her who’s slowly pulling me in.

[skylumen]

no promises. (18+)

pairing : iso x fem!reader

notes : jealous sex, established relationship, possessive!iso, p in v, mostly iso’s pov, not proofread

You promised him.

Or, at least, that was what Iso liked to think.

Usually, both of you would hang out together every night in either your room or his. It was a comforting routine, one that had become almost sacred for Iso.

But tonight, you weren’t coming. Iso went to check your room, just in case you were waiting for him. But it was empty.

He texted you, but there was no response.

Frustration gnawed at him until he decided to search for you himself. Eventually, he found you in the lounge, everyone happy and laughing over stupid jokes with each other. Then there you were, the sweet you, sitting quietly on the couch with that shy smile on your face.

Without him.

To say he was hurt was an understatement. But Iso wouldn’t admit it. He slowly approached, a mask of calm on his face.

“Yo, Iso! Come hang out with us!” Raze called out, raising a can of soda toward him with a cheeky grin.

“Thanks, but I have other plans. With Y/N.” he replied, forcing a soft and friendly smile.

Friendly, huh…

You looked up at him, somewhat confused. Did you forget something?

“Plus, don’t you guys have a briefing with Brimstone? You should hurry before he… explodes in the group chat.”

Jett chimed in, “Shit, you’re right… Ugh, let’s just go, guys.”

The rest immediately left, leaving you and Iso in the lounge room. Jett lingered a bit, glancing at the both of you discreetly before joining the others.

Those two are always together… Can’t even tear them away from each other, she thought.

You were about to ask him what was up, until—

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you stumbled to try and keep up. His grip was hard, almost bruising as he dragged you out of the lounge.

“It hurts—”

“Shut up before I make you.”

You flinched at his harsh tone. His usual calm demeanour was replaced by barely contained anger. He pulled you into his room, only shutting the door behind the two of you before pinning you against the wall.

“Didn’t even bother to check on me, hm? You promised me you’d spend the night with me.”

“I- I was about to go to your room—”

Your sentence was cut off when you saw him roll his eyes, clearly pissed off.

“Was I just supposed to wait around like an idiot? While you were hanging out with everyone else?” Iso said, turning away as his emotions flared.

You shook your head, “N-no, it’s Jett, she suddenly pulled me to the lounge–”

“Aww,” Iso let out a chuckle before continuing.

“That���s bullshit, babe. You could’ve said no.” His voice lowered to a whisper, almost dangerous.

“Always the helpful little mouse, hm?”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your feet, clearly defeated by his words.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His lips hovered millimetres from your ear as he spoke, his words sending shivers down your spine.

“What should I do to make it clear that you’re mine and mine alone?”

And god, you taste so ethereal.

A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your wet cunt, making you involuntarily clenched. You arched your back when Iso wrapped his lips around your cunt, his tongue lapping up any juices that flowed out of you as if his life depends on it.

Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade over your flushed cheeks.

“Stay still, baby.” his voice muffled on your slit, both of his thumbs currently spreading your dripping lips apart for his selfish indulgence.

“Yuyu… wanna cum…”

Iso gripped on your thighs harder, not letting go as you moaned out his name and grip the mop of hair at the top of his head. Your legs trembled uncontrollably from pleasure, with drool dripping down on the side of your lips.

He admired the way your pussy glistened under the dim light. His thumb lightly played with the sensitive nub, making you whimper under his touch while you were overstimulated.

What a beauty, Iso thought.

He started to undress himself, his eyes were still glued onto your naked body, as if he was memorising every curve of you.

Then, his calloused hands wandered all over your body, greedily fondling your boobs.

“My pretty princess…”

He leaned down, his mouth latched onto a specific spot on your neck, the spot he knew will elicit the most beautiful sound from you.

“Oh ~”

Iso smirked, “You like that, hm?”

He pulled away, sitting on his knees on the bed. His eyes never stray away from your figure, while stroking his cock smothered with pre-cum.

Your eyes locked with his cock, when the realisation hit you. He’s big. You tried to hide your flushed face with a plushie, but Iso snatched it away before you knew it.

“Nuh-uh. Where’s my pretty girl? Gotta keep your eyes on me all night, bao bei.” he said, leaning towards you to give a soft forehead kiss.

You nodded instead, unable to utter coherent words. You reached for his free hand, as if yearning his touch to comfort yourself. Iso intertwined his fingers with yours, whilst settling himself between your spread legs.

Iso felt your gummy walls clenched when he sank into you slowly, careful to not hurt you in the process.

“Fuck…” Iso muttered, the way you were still tight even after he prepared you.

He continued to bury himself deeper, which made you arched your back. Iso pushed you into the bed as his hand settled on your bare stomach, at the same time trying to feel the slight bulge of his cock inside you.

Iso smirked, “Do you feel it, sweetheart? I’m gonna fill you up… full of me.”

Before you could answer, he pushed your knees further to sheath himself deeper into your cunt, which elicited a soft moan from you.

“Yuyu ~!”

Your feet dangled above you as his hard thrusts moved your body back and forth, as if Iso was chasing something.

“Hold on for me, bao bei….”

The sound of skins slapping against each other filled Iso’s room, mixed with moans and whimpers.

Mouth hung open because the only words you could mutter coherently were unintelligible moans and soft whispers of his name.

You could feel it coming.

“Just let it go, bao bei,” Iso muttered, trying to resist his moans that could escape from his own mouth. “I got you.”

He had a soft smile on his face, his hand caressing your blushed cheek. He knew you’re about to cum for the second time, the way your gummy walls gripped around his cock, the way your hazy eyes looked at him, the soft mutterings of his special nickname, Yuyu. He knew.

Your back arched almost painfully when you came undone, your cunt clenching with gushing slick as you squirted all over his bed sheet.

Iso didn’t stop his thrusts, your flailing limbs held down by his stronger body as he brutally fucked you back and forth throughout your orgasm, chasing his own release.

Because your man isn’t finished with you, yet.

(A/N) : yepppp iso has a huge dick its canon riot showed me a picture of it :3

masterlist.

[i2rizz]

New year's countdown Pt.3

| masterlist

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Spending New Year’s Eve with Ryusei Shidou was never going to be a low-key affair. You knew this the moment he texted you that afternoon: “Hope you’re ready to start the year off with a bang, babe. Dress warm. Pick you up at eleven.”

He didn’t give you a chance to ask questions, and knowing Shidou, pressing for answers would only lead to teasing and riddles. So, you threw on your coziest coat and waited for him by the door, your heart pounding with equal parts excitement and apprehension.

At 11 PM sharp, a loud, familiar honk blared outside. You opened the door to see Shidou leaning against his car. His grin widened when he saw you, his golden eyes sparkling like the fireworks yet to come.

“There’s my girl,” he said, pushing off the car to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Ready to make some memories?”

“You’re being awfully cryptic,” you teased, tilting your head at him. “What exactly are we doing?”

He smirked, his hand tightening slightly around you. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

The drive was anything but quiet. Shidou had his music blasting, singing along loudly and pointing at you during certain lyrics as if he were performing a private concert. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of his chaotic energy infectious.

Eventually, he pulled up to a park you didn’t recognize. The air was crisp, the faint smell of snow lingering as you followed him down a dimly lit path. He was practically buzzing with excitement, glancing back at you every few seconds to make sure you were keeping up.

“Shidou, what are we—?”

“Shh,” he interrupted, holding a finger to his lips. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

After a few more minutes, you reached a clearing by a frozen lake. The city skyline glittered in the distance, and the sound of faint music and chatter carried through the air. You noticed a picnic blanket set up near the lake’s edge, along with a thermos and a box you couldn’t identify.

“Did you... plan all this?” you asked, stunned.

Shidou shrugged, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him. “What can I say? I’ve got a romantic side. Don’t tell anyone, though. Gotta keep my reputation.”

You laughed, shaking your head as he guided you to sit. The blanket was surprisingly warm, and he immediately draped his coat over your shoulders before plopping down beside you.

As you poured hot chocolate from the thermos, you noticed him fidgeting with the mysterious box. “What’s in there?” you asked, curious.

Shidou’s grin turned mischievous. “Patience, babe. You’ll find out soon enough.”

The two of you talked and laughed as the minutes ticked closer to midnight. Shidou, as always, was a mix of chaos and charm, his stories ranging from ridiculous pranks to unexpectedly sweet confessions about his goals for the new year.

When the countdown started faintly in the distance, Shidou suddenly stood, pulling you up with him. He opened the box, revealing sparklers.

“Figured we could start our own fireworks show,” he said, handing you one.

You lit them together, the crackling light casting a golden glow over his face. His eyes, usually wild and unpredictable, softened as they locked onto yours.

“Five... Four... Three...”

“Babe,” he said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “I know I’m a lot to handle, but thanks for sticking around. I don’t say it enough, but... you mean everything to me.”

“Two... One...”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours, the warmth of his kiss chasing away the winter chill. The sparklers fizzled out as he pulled you closer, his hands cupping your face like you were the only thing grounding him.

When he pulled back, his grin returned, but there was a rare softness in his expression. “Happy New Year, babe. Hope you’re ready for more of my nonsense this year.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As fireworks exploded in the sky, you realized that with Ryusei Shidou, every moment—chaotic, sweet, or somewhere in between—was a memory worth keeping.

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[cj-marj]

ShikaNaru snippet

Living with someone is nice. Most times.

There’s a man lying on his carpet. They’re childhood friends; that’s the easier way to describe their relationship. But the term ‘friends’ is a loose word. They didn’t know much about each other as kids, and even when this started, but they’ve always been that way. They come together and break apart like puzzles fit for each other. Their times together were few and far between but each moment was unexpectedly memorable.

Then Shikamaru started coming around more often.

As usual, Naruto welcomed it without much forethought. But when the days grew shorter and Shikamaru remained a constant presence in his house, that lack of forethought came back to haunt him. He became afraid. He enjoyed the company, and he became afraid of losing it this time. This time, he hoped he could glue the lines between them so they would never come apart again. But Shikamaru had a life outside of him. So he carried on.

Some nights, he slept alone, and he didn’t complain. Some nights, Shikamaru would stay over. Some nights, they would stay up working and fall asleep next to each other in the living room. Being the early riser he is, Naruto would awake first and bask in the warmth of his frequent house partner. He would shuffle forward just to count the lashes on his eyes, and the faded acne scars, and note the few moles he finds under Shikamaru’s jaw. Then before Shikamaru wakes, he shuts his eyes and lies there, pretending. At some point, he came to learn that Shikamaru caught on to his ministrations, but he never said anything. He let Naruto have it so Naruto took it.

He shouldn’t want it. He shouldn’t want to want it either, but one day, when Shikamaru waits for him to drop the pretence and he opens his eyes to meet those ever-brown ones he’s coming to love searching for, he gives into his yearning. He realises, or rather, remembers, right there, what a weak man he is for this. He wants this. He wants Shikamaru to stay. He wants to never be apart from him again. And Shikamaru must see it in his eyes, because not only is he good at reading people like that, but Naruto’s never been good at hiding his feelings.

“Morning,” Shikamaru drawls in that low timbre his voice takes on after a long sleep.

“Morning,” Naruto whispers back.

The air is dry and so is his throat. They had forgotten to shut the glass doors last night after they’d come in from smoking. Shikamaru tumbled to the ground laughing at something stupid Naruto had said, and Naruto followed him solely based on the instinct of craving his warmth. They rolled around on the carpet speaking in tongues, sneezing and occasionally giggling into the ground at their own childishness. Naruto was beyond full. The mirth in his heart threatened to explode out of his chest and kill him right there. But he lived, just to fall under the same threat the next morning.

“What’s for breakfast?” His eyes break away and land somewhere on Naruto’s hair. His hand follows soon after.

“Dunno. What do you want?”

Shikamaru’s fingers are warm, but Naruto shivers at his touch. It’s such a clear reaction that he can’t even bother to hide. And Shikamaru sees this, but he continues to run his hands through Naruto’s hair.

“Why’s your hair so messy in the mornings?”

Like a man possessed, Naruto’s hand lifts to ruffle through Shikamaru’s hair as well. The ink strands slip through his fingers without fuss. Tangles never really hold in Shikamaru’s hair.

“Like yours is any better.”

They’re supposed to be bantering, but the tone is off. Shikamaru’s hand is moving too rhythmically through Naruto’s hair and the latter’s voice is too soft to illustrate nothing if not a man in love.

“You should braid your hair before you sleep.” Like he mentioned before, it’s pointless. One brush and Shikamaru’s hair is cascading down his neck like a waterfall. But this is what happens: Shikamaru starts it, Naruto continues, Shikamaru lets him have it and Naruto takes it in the only way he’s ever known.

“It hurts my hands. Will you do it for me?”

With ferocity.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Written for @bucktommyangstweek, Day 7: Near Death Experiences (Tw: blood, gunshot wounds)

It’s amazing, Tommy muses, how everyone always thinks they still have time. Until they don’t. Death is the only thing in life that’s certain. You usually don’t know when it’s going to happen. You can prepare yourself. But it’s still going to hit you unexpectedly.

Tommy always thought he would crash his helicopter.

Into a forest or the ocean, maybe. Thought he would fall from the sky and explode on the ground. Not a nice way to go. But fast. At least.

He never thought he would get shot. Didn’t see it coming either.

One moment, he was nervous about meeting his ex on the scene of an accident, and the other one of the guys they were trying to get out of a couple of wrecked sports cars - looked like they were doing some kind of illegal race - pulled out a gun and.

Bang.

Tommy winced.

A single shot was fired. Then, three firefighters wrestled the guy down, pulling the gun out of his hand.

Tommy’s ears were ringing. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask if anyone was hurt. But then, he saw Lucy’s eyes widening as she stared at him. Tommy looked down and saw the blood. Blood pooling out of the hole in his chest. His. His own chest. He was the one who got shot. All that came over Tommy’s lips was a gasp. “Oh.”

He stumbled a step back, swaying.

“Tommy!”

He was. Falling.

Now he’s on the ground, looking up at the sky. Blurry. Blurry blue. Evan’s eyes. Wide and fearful. “Tommy! Stay with me. Breathe. Come on. Breathe!”

Hands pressing down on his chest.

Pushing air out of his lungs. The taste of blood on his lips.

It hurts.

Until it doesn’t.

He’s just cold. And he has the feeling of sinking into an ocean of nothing. A void. Black. And endless.

“No. You won’t! Not now, not like this!”

It’s okay, Tommy wants to say. But he doesn’t even have air to breathe. He can just wheeze and try to keep his eyes open as long as possible, to look at Evan.

Evan is crying. Oh. He’s sad. It’s kind of nice to have someone crying for him. That’s probably a selfish thought, right? Especially after what Tommy did to Evan. Tommy left him. Right after Evan wanted to take the next step. He had been so hopeful that day. So open and honest. And Tommy. Tommy was a coward.

I’m sorry. 

I wish I could tell you how happy you made me.

“You’re not dying on me,” Evan says, gripping Tommy’s hand while the paramedics are working around him. “You’re not. You’re not leaving me again.”

I’m sorry.

I wish I weren’t so damaged. You deserved better.

Tommy can’t keep his eyes open anymore. He can feel the void reaching for him. Pulling him away. The world fades, gradually darkening. The cold is an embrace now, numbing him. The last thing he's aware of is the tight grip around his hand. At least he isn’t dying alone ...

“Hey, don't ... open your eyes, Tommy. Tommy! Stay with me, come on!" I’m sorry.

I wish I would have found the courage to stay longer.

While Evan’s tears drop on his face, Tommy falls again.

* Dark.

Cold.

Floating.

Rushing.

A light. Penetrating the darkness. From above.

He can. Reach it. He should.

Everything is going to feel better if he does. Find his way to the light.

But.

From somewhere behind him.

Someone is calling. His name.

Sobbing.

So brokenly.

Begging.

For another chance.

Wait.

There's another chance?

Hope.

Blossoming.

He turns away from the light. Back to the cold. Back to floating.

The echo of a pulsing heart vibrates from the walls. Trying to find its way. Out of the darkness.

Back.

Back home.

* "Hey. You came back."

(AO3 Link)

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You… (Part 10)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sadness, crying, early stages of homesickness??, Chan being turned on🤭, (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Series Masterlist

(Authors note at the end)

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Y/N’s POV

Hearing my alarm clock, I roll over to shut it off. I had a surprisingly restful night's sleep, although I needed to take a second melatonin as the first one didn't help. Fortunately, the airport is conveniently located near my accommodation, and the journey there should only take about 5-10 minutes. After reviewing my flight details, I realized the total travel time would be almost 19 hours. Despite the long journey, I'm relieved there's only one layover before I board the second flight to Seoul.

As I start getting dressed and closing up all my bags, I take one last look around the room, which has brought me comfort and has been the starting point of my journey. Leaving behind a place with special memories is always a bittersweet moment. I know I could still come back and visit, but for now, this was goodbye. I smile, happy that I'm going outside my comfort zone to do something I'm passionate about. As I look around, I bring my bags to the front door.

I had to wake up earlier than planned because my flight was unexpectedly early. My family decided to get up with me to give me a proper send-off. The others were coming to the airport to say one last goodbye. I walked into the kitchen and found my grandmother preparing breakfast for everyone. Seeing my grandfather awake was a pleasant surprise, as his sleeping pattern is usually worse than mine.

“I made breakfast for all of us to eat for the last time together.” I smile at her and thank her for the food. “You know, maybe sometime after I get settled in, you can visit. See South Korea with me. I can also come home anytime I want.” I take her hand and his in mine, I reassure them, "I'm not disappearing forever. I promise to visit as much as I can." They hold on tighter, expressing their sadness at not always seeing me. "I'll have to show him how to FaceTime you," my grandmother says.

“Hey! I know how FaceTime works.”

“Oh really? Then where is it on your phone?”

“Same place it's always been in.” Their playful behavior never fails to bring a smile to my face. I think I'll miss this the most.

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As I prepared to leave, my family gathered to spend some final moments with me. One by one, they came up to say their heartfelt goodbyes.“Hey, Y/N/N, you better not be a stranger now. I don’t want to come there myself to teach you a lesson.” I roll my eyes at my stepbrother’s goodbye. “I love you too, man.” My stepsister is next to come up and hug me. “Send me pictures, yeah? And let me know if you meet any cute guys over there. I wanna know all about it!” I smile, her not knowing I’m already talking to two of them. “Hey now! If you meet any guys, I’mma need their information. That means their name, date of birth, social security number, everything!”

“I’m not giving you anything!” I retort back to my stepbrother. He, in return, shakes his head. My grandparents come up next, giving me their hugs and goodbyes. “Make sure you don’t eat a lot of junk food; you must maintain weight and stay healthy.”

“I will, Nanny; I love you.” She smiles, giving me a tight hug for a small woman. “You take good care of yourself. Since we won’t always have you to help us, Y/B/N must do it for us.” At that comment, my stepbrother exploded, saying how he gets left with my responsibilities of caring for my grandparents and how I need to come back more often to help them. I ignore him and move on to my grandfather.

“You stay safe now, okay? I want you to be able to defend yourself in case someone breaks into your apartment. Do you have your stuff?” I nod, telling him I do and giving him a big hug. I am telling him to take care of himself, and if he ever feels up to it, maybe I can get him and my grandmother a trip over to see me. My dad comes up and pulls me into a hug.

“I want you to call me when you get there, okay? So that way, I know you made it there safely.” My dad tells me. I smile, “I’ll call you when I get there, but you have to remember that I’ll be in a different time zone, so it may be late into the early morning hours before I call.”

“I don't care what time it is; as long as I get a phone call from my baby that she’s okay, I’ll be happy.” I hug him long and hard. Being one of my biggest supporters since I was little, it’s hard to say goodbye to him. I could feel my tears starting to surface. Last is my stepmom; she’s already got tears in her eyes, and mine is beginning to fall. She pulls me into a hug, and the water dam breaks.

As I realize that I won't get to see these amazing people every day, doubts start creeping in about whether this was the right decision in the first place.

When she pulls back, it’s like she’s reading my mind. “I understand that it can be daunting to think about not seeing us every day. However, if you don't step out of your comfort zone, you'll never be able to explore the world as you've always wanted. You will surely be missed, and although your dad and I are homebodies, we'll come to visit you. We love you immensely and want nothing but the best for you. It's time to chase your dreams and become the person you've always wanted to be.” I nod my head and give her a tight hug.

I release her and gather my belongings, taking my first steps toward my new future. As I walk away, I look back at my family again. A stray tear rolled down my cheek as I bid them farewell with a wave. I turn back, holding my head high. I've committed myself to the fact that no matter what challenges come my way, I will never give up on pursuing my dream. Although my heart aches now, I know it will slowly heal with time.

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“Welcome to Seoul, South Korea! It is currently 2:30 pm on August 16th.” My sleepiness drowned out the rest of the words. I usually don't sleep on planes, but I did this time. I grab my bag from above, leave the aircraft, and move towards the baggage area. Once receiving my luggage, I headed toward the exit, stopping to find something to eat since all I'd had were airplane snacks.

I discovered a cozy restaurant with a promising menu and went to a table, taking a seat to enjoy my meal. I eagerly indulged, savoring each bite as if it were my last. It was a relief to have some time before officially starting my new job the following week, allowing me to settle in and get organized. While I've already started my new job, I don't have to be on-site until next week.

I had compiled a list of essential tasks, including unpacking, stocking up on groceries, and setting up my new apartment. At that moment, my next priority was to arrange for an Uber to take me to the apartment complex where I would be staying.

After finishing my meal, I disposed of the food container and took out my phone to track the arrival of the Uber. I made a mental note to call my Dad once I reached the apartment. When the Uber arrived, I confirmed the driver's name, and they assisted me in loading my luggage into the vehicle.

I provided them with the address, and upon reaching my destination, I expressed my gratitude and proceeded inside to complete the check-in process. The attendant was incredibly friendly, and the paperwork was swiftly handled, allowing me to receive my keys promptly. I lugged my belongings into the elevator and ascended to the fourth floor.

As I reached my apartment door, I eagerly swung it open and lugged all my belongings inside. After securing the lock, a deep sigh escaped my lips. The long flight had left me utterly drained. I quickly dialed my dad's number and left a voicemail, letting him know I had arrived safely. Collapsing onto the nearby couch, I felt the exhaustion wash over me.

Although the temptation to drift off to sleep was strong, I knew I had things to take care of. I reluctantly pushed myself off the comfortable couch, picked up my luggage, and carried it to my room. I was fortunate to have found a spacious two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment with a convenient washer and dryer combo.

I surveyed the array of living essentials I had recently acquired, realizing that I also needed to stock up on groceries. Choosing to address this need immediately, I retrieved my purse and keys and left my apartment, locking the door behind me. Having previously researched nearby markets, I headed to the closest one and embarked on a shopping trip that lasted 30 minutes to an hour.

Upon returning home with bags of groceries, I meticulously organized and stored each item in the kitchen. Subsequently, I assembled the furniture and set up my home office, methodically putting together the bed, nightstand, and desk. As I progressed through these tasks, everything seemed to fall into place seamlessly. However, as the day turned to evening and fatigue began, I succumbed to exhaustion.

After ensuring the door was securely locked, I went to the shower. I was thankful I had taken a shower earlier, as I was too tired to rewash my hair that night. Following my usual evening routine, I finally collapsed into bed. Before drifting off to sleep, I sent a good night message to my family, locked my phone, and surrendered to the beckoning of slumber.

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The week flew by, and I was pleased to find that the rest of my belongings had arrived in the same condition as when they were picked up. I made a mental note to thank the CEO of the moving company for their excellent service. My coworkers kindly came over to assist me in moving all the furniture upstairs and arranging it in the best possible positions.

I appreciated the support of others as I tackled the challenge before me. It was satisfying to see everything arranged just as I had envisioned. Adapting to the time change this week has been quite a feat. It's a new experience for me, and although it's been difficult, I'm confident I'll adapt in due time. I've taken the opportunity to explore, but I've been cautious as I don't know anyone here. Watching crime shows has made me more vigilant about my surroundings, and I'm hesitant to engage with unfamiliar individuals.

I could sense that the guys were starting to get suspicious of me because I'd changed my usual texting routine and avoided their calls. I know I'm not improving things, but I have a video next week to explain what's happening. I'm just holding out until the video is ready to be released. Until then, they will have to wait a bit longer.

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Third Person POV

The men had every reason to feel wary. It seemed as though she was privy to information that they were not. The other members could sense the shift in their elders, but none were willing to confront the issue. They chose to ignore the obvious problem rather than address it. Chan decided to step aside and call Y/N. He hadn't informed any of the others, especially Minho. He felt guilty for concealing such an innocent action but wanted to keep this secret longer.

Y/N had been behaving unusually lately. She confided in him that she was going through some changes that were causing her stress and exhaustion. He was concerned but didn't want to pressure her. When she answered his call after the second ring, she sounded cheerful as always. "Hi, Channie!" she greeted him with a tone that flushed his face at the affectionate nickname. "Hey, Y/Nnnie, how have you been? I haven't heard from you much," he inquired. Her laughter on the other end was sweet and infectious. "I'm doing fine. I was actually on my way to work," she replied. Confusion crossed his face. 'Work? Shouldn’t she be in bed by now?’ he inquires.

Not realizing she was calling for him. "What do you mean work? I thought you would be in bed by now?" Y/N freezes as she realizes her mistake. She berates herself, thinking, 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' while hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Ah, well, I'm not uhh… I mean, I am I….URGHHH!” The moment her brain decides to take a break is precisely when she needs it the most. Chan is completely bewildered now, eagerly waiting for her response.

After a moment of collecting her thoughts, she finally admits something. “Look, there may have been some major changes in my life right now, and I wanted to surprise you when the time was right. I have a video coming out today that will explain everything. That's all I can tell you.” Chan nods his head, then forgets he isn't FaceTiming her. “Okay, love. I'll be patient and wait for your video. Afterward, I expect no more hiding things, okay?”

“Yes, sir, you have my word.” Chan shouldn't have been affected by those words, but coming from her, it felt like a shock just went through his body. “Anyways, I have to go, Channie; we’ll talk later, yeah?” After they said their goodbyes, Chan returned to the room with a huge smile and a semi-hard in his pants.

(A/N: I couldn't help myself; I had to do it. Also, I put in a sad, departing moment with the family. I hope you all enjoyed it and look forward to the next chapter!)

[bunnysnuff]

An artist.

Pairing: Isaac henderson x reader (platonic)

Trigger warnings: none.

Isaac Henderson sat across from you at the library table, both of you pretending to study but clearly distracted. You noticed the way he was doodling on the corner of his notebook, something he did when he was bored. He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, seriously," Isaac said, closing his book with a soft thud. "Why do we even bother pretending we’re getting anything done?"

You grinned, leaning back in your chair. “I thought you were the one who was good at concentrating?”

“I am, but I’m also human,” Isaac replied, giving you a pointed look. “Plus, you keep making that face.”

“What face?” you asked, confused.

He mimicked you, scrunching his face dramatically. “That one. Like you’re about to explode from all the knowledge you’re not absorbing.”

You snorted. “I do not make that face.”

“Yes, you do,” Isaac insisted, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I should’ve drawn that instead of all these random squiggles.” He pushed his notebook towards you, revealing a chaotic mix of half-drawn shapes and obscure doodles.

You laughed, grabbing a pen. “You call this art? Let me show you what I can do.” With a determined look, you started sketching a very cartoonish version of Isaac—big eyes, goofy smile, and an exaggerated brain popping out of his head.

Isaac leaned over the table to watch, his face lighting up as you drew. “That is so inaccurate,” he said, shaking his head, but he couldn’t help chuckling. “My brain doesn’t stick out like that.”

“Well, that’s what you get for making fun of me!” you teased, holding up the notebook triumphantly. “There, my masterpiece.”

Isaac studied it with a thoughtful expression, then slowly nodded. “You know, this might be the best thing anyone’s ever drawn of me.”

“Don’t lie to me, Isaac.”

He smiled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “I’m not lying. I’m just waiting for the part where you turn this into some modern art exhibit and call it ‘The Mind of a Genius.’”

You laughed so hard you nearly fell out of your chair. Isaac, usually so composed and serious, was clearly in a playful mood today. It was infectious.

"Okay, but seriously," he said, still grinning, "I'm framing that." He reached out and tried to take the notebook back, but you held it out of reach, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you admit I don’t make that face," you said.

Isaac narrowed his eyes at you, then sighed dramatically. "Fine. You don’t always make that face."

"Close enough," you said, finally handing him the notebook.

He took it with a satisfied nod, tucking it into his bag with exaggerated care. “This is going to be worth millions someday. Remember, you promised I get half.”

“Deal,” you replied, shaking your head at how utterly ridiculous the conversation had gotten. But you couldn’t help smiling. Isaac always had a way of making even the most mundane moments unexpectedly fun.

[yeonmuse]

CONSUME Choi Chanhee

PAIRING Choi Chanhee x Fem Ghoul

WORD COUNT | 1k

GENRE Tokyo Ghoul au, Innocent crush

SUMMARY Chanhees innocent little crush is turned sinister, his date decides to sink her teeth into him.

*This short comes straight outta Tokyo Ghoul*

“You can take my flesh if you want it girl but baby dont abuse it”

“these voices in my head screaming run now, i'm praying that theyre human.”

He had always watched from across the cafe, and although he would never say anything to her he found himself incaptivated by her. Little did he know that she was well aware of all the times he had watched her, and it was exactly what she wanted. He was cute indeed but his flesh looked all the more desirable to her.

One day he seemed to have built up the courage to talk to her, having been hyped up by his chestnut haired friend from behind the counter. Younghoon shot him a thumbs up from the register as he watched his friend nervously approach her table. While giving her her usual order he slipped in a note amongst a few extra sweets unexpectedly earning a smile from the girl, with that same smile on her face she searched for him until her eyes met his and she responds to his note with a nod

"Would you like to hang out sometime?'' the note read

Truth be told Chanhee had spotted the occasional book that she would take into the cafe with her and thought it to be a great idea to take her out to a book cafe.

When night time had arrived he found himself nervous as he approached near the old run down subway station. To his surprise she had already been there waiting for him in her beige petticoat and teddybear bag thrown over her shoulder. Once she spotted him she peeked through her red locks and granted him a smile. For a moment the two stood there in silence, unaware of what to say to one another until she finally turned to him with a nervous look on her face.

"Chanhee can I be honest?'' she gazed up at him with curious eyes that made his heart simply explode. At her words he gave a simple nod, afraid that if he spoke it would come out as some sort of alien language.

"The truth is I noticed you, the way you were looking at me.'' She inched closer to him and Chanhee immediately froze in his place as she rested her head against his chest. Was this really happening?

"Then- then that means you..you too were?'' before he could finish his sentence she giggled and pulled him close to herself by the collar of his jacket.

"Yes, I too was interested.'' at her words he felt like his heart would fall out of his chest at any moment, but his happiness was short live once he heard the sound of bones cracking and watched blood splatter as two daggerlike tentacles sprung from her backside. Before he could react she had chuckled and her eyes changed to a dark ruby as she bit into his shoulder, he stood there and said nothing as she pulled back from him with blood covered lips.

"Ah, so delicious.'' she smiled out of pure bliss and he stumbled back dropping every book and bag which he had once held in his hands. Smiling as she picked up the blood coverd book she looked at him.

"Channie there's something i've found i like a little bit more than reading, its watching my pray cry and scream for mercy as I take every bit of their delicious flesh for my own." her eyes glazed over with a manic daze as she gazed down at he who was now on the ground clutching his shoulder.

"That expression on your face is so fantastic..mmm" she licked her lips as she watched him scramble to get to his feet.

"Would you let me thrill myself even more? Show me more of that.'' She immediately went to a manic fit of laughter as her once red orbs changed to an emotionless black and two more tentacles sprung from her back.

"Fuck, no way no way no way no way.'' scrambling to his feet he ran back into the direction from which he had came only to be stopped dead in his tracks as one of her tendons wrapped around his legs and dragged him back before yanking him into the air.

"I love it even more when they run.'' she moans out without hesitation she threw him into a wall on the other side of the tracks and he groans upon the impact before going limp.

"Uh oh...did you die? That's such a shame I really like you...I wanted to play a bit more..'' she huffs before reaching down to touch his face.

"Although it's a pity youre dead so soon you look so delicious to eat. Nice and soft, so easy to eat.'' before she could plunge her teeth into him once more her eyes widened as the old bullet train came speeding past the tracks crushing her and taking her along with it. The only remnants of the ghoul being the blood splatter and bite marks that decorated Chanhees body.

The boy was fully unaware that although the ghouls physicality had now been gone, with one bite she had already latched herself onto him and he too would soon combat with the sufferings of becoming one of them.

Please understand that I'm trying my hardest

My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless

Anxiety is one hell of a problem

She's latching onto me, I can't resolve it

It's not right, it's not fair

Don't run, don't run

[freelafan4life545]

This fic is for my friend @a-love-that-transcends-all who wanted this fic based on her post

Go check her out and enjoy!

Lake Date Under the Stars

It was a crisp, clear night in New New York, the kind that made even the most jaded city-dwellers stop and look up at the stars—what few weren’t drowned out by the neon buzz of the skyline. But down in Central Park, away from the smog and speed of the skycars, things were quiet. Peaceful. Almost old-fashioned.

Leela adjusted her coat as she walked along the stone path, her eye scanning the edge of the lake where Fry had told her to meet him. She wasn’t sure what to expect. He’d just said, “Wear something warm, and trust me.” Words that usually preceded either a mild disaster or something unexpectedly sweet.

To her surprise, there it was: a small, antique-style rowboat bobbing gently at the edge of the lake. And Fry, awkwardly handsome as ever, stood beside it in a red velvet-lined jacket that looked like it belonged to an orchestra conductor—or a magician.

He offered his hand. “Your chariot, madame.”

She raised an eyebrow but took it anyway. “This better not involve mutant eels again.”

“Promise,” he said, helping her into the boat. “Totally eel-free evening.”

As they drifted out into the center of the lake, the skyline behind them dimmed slightly, as if the city itself had agreed to step back for a moment. Fry fumbled with a remote in his pocket. Then, above them, the sky exploded—not with chaos, but with color.

Fireworks lit the heavens, casting ripples of red, gold, and blue across the surface of the water. But what made Leela gasp wasn’t just the display. It was the finale.

A burst of silver stars formed a glowing message in the sky:

“I LOVE YOU LEELA.”

She turned to him, her eye wide, but Fry was already lifting the holophoner to his lips. The soft, trembling melody echoed across the water like a lullaby for the stars themselves.

Out of the instrument, glowing light and illusion swirled to life: a tiny version of Fry and Leela appeared in the air before them, holding each other in a quiet dance. Around them, dreamlike planets rotated slowly, casting shadows across the miniature couple. Stars arced above like glittering bridges, and every movement of Fry’s fingers added more—constellations that shaped into the things he'd done for her.

She saw the parasites he'd fought to see if he truely won her heart, the opera he once played despite knowing he'd lose the talent. She saw herself, rescuing him, and him, choosing her, over and over again. Moments only they had shared, memories sculpted in light and melody.

As the final notes faded into the night, the holograms shimmered and dispersed into tiny flecks of gold, drifting down like snow.

Fry lowered the holophoner and turned to face her, eyes uncharacteristically clear and steady.

“Leela, I’ve never been sure of much in my life,” he began, voice quiet but unwavering, “but I knew I was sure the moment I met you—I wanted my life to have you in it. I will never leave your side. And I will always do whatever I can for you… just to see you smile.”

For a moment, Leela didn’t say anything. The world seemed to pause, holding its breath.

Then she smiled—not her usual guarded, practical smirk, but something softer. She reached out and touched his cheek gently, her eye shining.

“You’re a dope, Fry,” she whispered. “But you’re my dope.”

He grinned, and she leaned in, resting her head against his shoulder as they drifted slowly under the stars, the fading glow of fireworks painting soft colors in the sky above.

💜🧡

[nickeverdeen]

Hi can I request a preference please for how OBX characters would react if their younger sibling died instead of JJ?

How would OBX react if their sibling died?

John B

John B. would feel an overwhelming sense of guilt, even if he wasn’t directly responsible

He would throw himself into distractions, like adventures or solving mysteries, to avoid processing his grief

Over time, he’d reflect on the ways his sibling looked up to him and try to honor their memory

He’d keep their belongings close, like a hoodie or a favorite trinket, as a way to feel connected

John B. would be quieter than usual, struggling to put his feelings into words

He might seek comfort from the Pogues but would have a hard time opening up fully

The loss would push him to be more protective of his chosen family

John B. would frequently replay memories of his sibling, trying to keep their spirit alive

He’d struggle with moments of anger, questioning why they had to be taken so soon

Sarah Cameron

Sarah would feel completely shattered, especially if she had been close to her sibling

She’d isolate herself from her family, especially if she felt they weren’t grieving the same way

Sarah would cling to the Pogues, finding solace in the unconditional support they provide

She’d blame herself for not protecting them, even if it was beyond her control

Sarah would treasure photos, keepsakes, or anything that reminded her of her sibling

Her grief would manifest in bursts of emotion—either breaking down or lashing out unexpectedly

She’d try to keep their memory alive, perhaps by doing something they always dreamed of

Sarah would struggle to reconcile her feelings of loss with her anger at the world

Over time, she’d use the experience to advocate for others, finding purpose in their memory

She’d grow fiercely protective of the people she loves, terrified of losing anyone else

JJ Maybank

JJ would be absolutely devastated, his grief compounded by his history of feeling abandoned

He’d act out, throwing himself into reckless behavior to numb the pain

JJ would avoid talking about it, bottling up his emotions until they inevitably explode

He’d lash out at people trying to help him, feeling like no one truly understands

Deep down, he’d carry immense guilt, thinking he could’ve done something to prevent it

JJ might cling to sentimental items, like a toy or a note, as his only connection to his sibling

The Pogues would become his lifeline, even if he struggles to let them in completely

He’d channel his grief into protecting his friends, becoming fiercely loyal and defensive

JJ might avoid places or activities that remind him of his sibling, unable to face the memories

Kiara Carrera

Kiara would feel a deep sense of loss and struggle to comprehend why it happened

She’d become more introspective, reflecting on her relationship with her sibling and any regrets

Kiara would turn to nature, finding solace in the quiet and peace of the outdoors

She’d pour her grief into activism or projects that align with what her sibling cared about

Kiara would lean on the Pogues for support, but she’d also need time alone to process

She’d keep reminders of her sibling close, like a bracelet or something they gave her

Kiara might struggle with feelings of anger or resentment, especially if she feels the loss was preventable

She’d channel her pain into helping others, wanting to make a positive impact in their memory

Kiara would talk about her sibling often, keeping their memory alive in everyday conversations

[notmoreflippingelves]

A, E, M?

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

*whispers* Elena/Esteban (EoA S3 era or afterward). Either just the two of them or an OT3 w/ a third character( that I won't spoil b/c my friend is still catching up w/ the show and there are specific plot reasons why specifically these 3 together give me every feeling). But like, platonic is good too. I guess. Even if my feral little gremlin brain is like "yes, my precious..."the whole time. To be fair though, pretty much anyone with Esteban will probably make my brain spin happily as though on a hamster wheel. Also from EoA, Princess Valentina deserves to smooch *everyone* and it makes me sad that there isn't more content of her with anyone other than Alonso or occasionally Elena. (Esp. feeling the lack of Val/Naomi, Val/Chloe, and Val/Esteban content.)

I mean Phoenix/Kristoph from Ace Attorney will always have huge chunk of my heart and they still do even if Kris is no longer my main blorbo. Also from Ace Attorney, Gumshoe/Lang/Edgeworth are still THE OT3 (and Kay & Gumshoe & Edgeworth are THE BROT3) and Apollo/Klavier/Ema are the 2nd fave OT3 (tho I can literally only conceive of them as a poly ship. I can't ship any other permutations of them.) I've also as of late been having a lot of Cykesquill feelings which I imagine will only intensify when the AA 4-6 port comes out and I can revisit Dual Destinies.

I haven't really been doing much except thinking, reblogging and admiring from a distance, but "Rebel Captain" (Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor from Star Wars) have also been hitting all my buttons lately. Just the inherent eroticism of being narratively coded as soulmates AND also literally doomed by the narrative at what should've been the beginning of their story. It's just so good.

I've also been missing Malcolm/Nicola from The Thick of It and Jane/Michael from Jane the Virgin a lot lately. Just nostalgia for old OTPs coming back and hitting me unexpectedly in the feels.

I also had an unexpected craving for Gwydion/Achren from The Chronicles of Prydain recently. And was dismayed to learn that it barely exists. Not that I should've been surprised. The fandom itself is pretty tiny and I am queen of the rare pairs after all. But the potential is just exquisite and it's depressing that barely anyone else sees the vision.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

"Adding to your fandom" makes it sound so serious and powerful. I don't think I have that kind of sway. Maybe in the Father Brown fandom a few years ago but like probably not any more. Though people did seem to like the Barbie Selfie Generator post I made for the characters. I think I was one of the first people using/popularizing "malcola" as ship name for Malcolm/Nicola and I did make a (not very funny) joke (that Nicola might have appreciated) that they are the "bad soda" ship because "mal" as in the root for "bad" and "cola" as in "coca-cola."

I've also made some pretty outrageous things for AA that almost no one knows about since I didn't widely share them and I have no wider influence on the fandom as a whole. The most notable and hilarious of which is an absolute absurd batshit AU that my friend and I came up that just exploded to the most ridiculous and entertaining (imo) nonsense imaginable. (Ask me about the "larryan and the klavengers" I dare you. You will almost certainly regret it. But I probably won't :P)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

It's tricky to say, since a lot of the characters that I am drawn to aren't necessarily the same characters I would want to hang w/ irl. In part because there's usually a lot of projection going on and because I'm awkward/shy/sensitive and I just sort of assume that my faves wouldn't want to be around me even if I wanted to be around them.

However, I feel somewhat safe in saying that I would probably get along well w/ (and feel really cherished and validated by/happy around) Athena Cykes from Ace Attorney and the title character of Father Brown. (I mean probably the whole squad tbh but Fr. B is an especial case. He's so kind and he would look out for me even if I felt intimidated/shy/overwhelmed by the rest of the squad's utter fabulousness.)

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[myburntwritings]

Last night I had a dream that I was at The Burnt City. This is not a new occurrence, trust me. What was new was that I actually ended up seeing some of the show... though, not as I'd ever seen it before. Usually, I end up that I'm late for some reason, or that the show is going on somewhere else, or I'm in the set but no performers are. It's a tangled web, my brain.

It started as one of those dreams where I was trying to get ready and nothing was going right. I was in a hostel-type space, sharing a room with at least a dozen people. Next door, the performers were all getting ready, and Lily, who was to be our Persephone that show, was unexpectedly sick. But instead of switching her out for another Persephone, they started the show early with a scene out in Woolwich, with Persephone attempting to die in order to return to the Underworld.

Unlike every time she had done this before, this time Persephone was revived, taking a deep breath and opening her eyes. Then, Mallory and Kat, playing new characters Evelyn and Iris, both jumped in front of the ambulance to take Persephone's place in the trip to Hades.

I was stood with Sam Booth's Hades, watching from afar. He told me that this was a catastrophe, and that he could not let these women reach Troy. They would break his realm and return the shades to the world, where they would destroy it with their renewed war.

I followed Hades inside, where we went through a labyrinth of rooms and corridors beneath Troy, trying to prepare for the women's arrival and put them off. I was the only person following Hades, like an entire show 1:1, as there was no way for anyone else to find us.

We found multiple new characters, all dressed in nothing more than the finale grey pants, working in a rustbelt/steampunk manner, making me think of the musical Hadestown. We arrived at the banks of the rivers, which was actually a great circular metal door from an intricate series of pipes large enough to row a small boat down each one.

Evelyn tumbled out of the door, dripping wet. She stood and faced off with Hades.

"Travelling by Lethe has its problems, but it can be useful. Cocytus, however... Perfect for our needs."

She took out a vial of water from her clothes and threw it over Hades. He blinked and stared, confused, blank.

Evelyn chose chaos. She threw Lethe water at Hades. He can't remember.

My mind is exploding.

I convinced Hades of who he was, and what was happening. Thankfully it wasn't enough Lethe water to completely wipe his memory for long, and we set off again. This time, looking for Iris, who has not shown up.

We return to the main set of Troy, where all characters are now in the finale pants. The black-masked staff are all dressed like they work in the steampunk version of Troy, trying to wrangle audience into signing their lives away, and trying to order the characters back onto their loops.

The characters are so far off their loops, it is just as Evelyn wanted - complete and utter chaos. I see Kronos and Polydorus playing dice, gambling with Polymestor's life.

Clytemnestra is in the Peep windows with Agamemnon looking on.

Hades takes me back to his office. He needs to know what happened to his wife. I keep trying to convince him to save his realm first, but he won't listen to me.

Once a wife guy, always a wife guy.

I'm considering leaving him to find Iris myself, but then I wake up.

[tsawke-yayo]

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⤷ Relationships: Marigold/Minho

⤷ Characters: Marigold (oc), Minho

⤷ Category: Fluff and comfort

⤷ Summary: Being hit by lightning and being tortured obviously left huge trauma and scars on Minho but maybe this time he will not have to hide it?

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𔓘 Note; So I finally was able to write something I enjoyed enough to share and gosh it's been a while since I wrote a full thing, even longer since I wrote OC x canon (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

As English isn't my first language and such please bare with me I'm really nervous to post this here if I'm really honest (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

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The sky was dark that day. Ashy gray clouds covered the usual blue and hid the light of the sun, forcing a dark atmosphere on the camp despite the usual life roaming around. It didn't really bother Marigold, she had always liked the sound of rain and storms since she was young, she was even one of the few in her labyrinth who could sleep when the weather was capricious.

Preparing her hut to be cozy enough for the time of the storm, she left her current book on the small wooden table she had built with Gally a few weeks ago before making sure she had enough fruit for the evening, which she obviously did as usual. Proud and satisfied with her work, she then took her large satchel and held it over her head, the strap resting on her shoulder as she made sure she had everything she needed before leaving her home.

Walking around the camp, greeting the few who dared to risk being caught in the rain as she had, she went about her self proclaimed quest, knocking on doors and asking others if they had everything they needed or if she could help in any way. Between gathering some wood to avoid it getting wet by the storm or giving this and that, the afternoon passed in a blink as the sky darkened more and more with each passing minute, threatening to make the storm explode at any moment.

Deciding to finish the few houses closest to hers, she kept her pace as she knocked on Minho's door. Suddenly the sky rumbled, announcing the storm as she heard loud noises and cursing from him. Worrying, she decided to open the door herself to see what was going on and pushing her head inside, she saw Minho kneeling down as he gathered the thing he had just lost hold on and we're now scattered on the floor, apparently unaware of her presence.

" Can I come in?" Turning his head so fast they could hear his bones crack, Minho finally acknowledged her with a yelp as he fell on his ass.

"When did you get here?!" Despite his obvious surprise, he still managed to get to his feet to open the door properly, inviting her inside.

"Enough to hear you drop all that, I suppose?" Unbothered, Marigold kneeled down as she began to pick up the object that was still on the floor, quickly followed by Minho.

"You suppose?" She grinned teasingly and raised her shoulders with fake nonchalance as he rolled his eyes playfully in return.

As she helped him organize his things, she noticed that something was wrong. Minho was chatty, yes, but not like usual, joking much more than necessary and barely breathing between sentences, he seemed to be desperately trying to focus on something which was certainly abnormal.

As another gust of wind rippled through the air, she realized what was going on. His body tensing like the string of a bow, Minho almost lost the bowl in his hands again, barely catching it before it hit the ground with a nervous laugh under Marigold's worried gaze. Minho wasn't being unexpectedly clumsy and talkative today, he was being that way because he was scared, and that realization worried her even more.

Deciding to help him in one way or another, Goldie thought of something. It would involve lying, but if it was for a good cause, was a lie really that bad? She decided no, and anyway no one would be able to judge her for it if no one knew.

"You know, I'm scared of storms." Looking at her quickly, mouth slightly open in surprise and eyes wide, Minho struggled for a few seconds before finally being able to answer.

" Really?" Goldie nodded, feigning uncertainty as she began to play with her nails and look away. "I didn't know." Nervously chuckling in response, she finally lifted her head again, meeting his gaze with hers.

"No one does. It has to stay that way." Surprise still on his face, Minho nodded slowly, seemingly acknowledging the words she had just told him, before a questioning look appeared in his eyes.

"Then why are you telling me this?" Looking away again, this time with her back to him while feigning interest in the shelves that stood proudly against the wall, she whispered just enough for him to hear.

"I felt you would understand." Feeling him approach, she tried to hide her smile, knowing that she had gotten him exactly as she had planned.

"Then why are you walking around? Shouldn't you be hiding from the storm?" Shrugging again, she let out a chuckle as she turned to face him, her hands in her pockets and her back bent slightly to look at him mischievously.

"When I'm busy helping others, I don't have time to worry about the storm." She finished her sentence with a wink, then turned before opening the door and waving at him from behind before she heard his footsteps in her back.

"Wait, I'll come with you." And as expected, the two of them ended up knocking on doors together, quickly helping those who needed it before the rain started pouring in a second.

Without thinking, Marigold grabbed Minho's hand and made him follow her as they ran through the rain that hit them harshly until they finally reached the safe shelter of her hut and closed the door.

Whining about the wet feeling of her clothes, she went to grab towels from a cupboard in her bathroom and threw one at Minho's head as he barely caught it. Closing the door behind her, Goldie began to undress to dry her body and hair before realizing that Minho was probably stuck in his stress out there.

" Minho?" Silence was her only answer, grabbing the sports shorts she had left on the side of the sink earlier and she quickly put it on, leaving the bathroom while drying her wild hair. "Minho, are you okay?"

Still standing in the entryway, towel in hand and eyes lost on some invisible point, the guy seemed to be in another world, unaware of her voice or presence, which made her worry a bit more. Slowly approaching, she gently shook his shoulder, finally making him react.

"Huh? Oh, when did you-" Raising an eyebrow as she waited for the sentence to end, Goldie caught his gaze on her birthmark, then grinned as she grabbed his chin to make him look up.

"My eyes are up there, pretty boy." Blushing on his cheeks, Minho quickly looked away as he broke contact with her hand to finally start drying himself. "Wait, I'll give you clothes, don't try to dry yours, it would be useless."

"Because you have clothes that fit me?" The teasing in his voice was barely concealed, Minho raised an eyebrow as he watched her raising her middle finger up and look for clothes in her closet.

"Mine definitely don't, but Gally's will work, I'm sure." Finally finding shirt and pants, she tossed them to him before pointing to the bathroom door with a jerk of her chin.

"Why do you have his clothes?" Surprise mixed with something else she couldn't put into words painted his face in a mixture that made her heart miss a beat as she hid it behind a chuckle.

"His clothes are freaking comfortable. Don't tell him I stole it, he'll beat my ass for it, he's been looking for this shirt for months." Previous emotions washed away by mischief, Minho burst out laughing as he made his way to the bathroom before stopping as the storm growled outside. " Be quick. Don't want to be out there alone with that." He nodded softly, eyes averted a bit, and finally closed the door to get change and dry himself, leaving Marigold alone.

Laying down on her bed, she sketched a bit before she heard the bathroom door open and Minho enter the room. Putting down her pencil and looking at him from where she was, Goldie had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing as Gally's clothes definitely looked bigger on the other than their true owner.

"A little big, don't you think?" Rolling his eyes, Minho sat on the couch at her opposite, giving her a finger as he do so before picking up the book she had left on the table earlier.

"Haha, hilarious truly. Why are you stealing his shirt anyway, knowing you never wear one?" Moving to sit so she could look at him more comfortably, Goldie let out a laugh before nodding.

"You're not wrong here." But as the silence fell around them, she felt as if she had something to add, it wasn't easy for her to show vulnerability, but oddly enough it felt right to do so in front of him. Hugging her knees as she rested her head on them, she finally spoke again, making the other look away from the book to focus on her. "I wear it when I have nightmares or panic attacks. It calms me down to have the clothes of someone I trust on me during hard times, as if they were there to hug me, you know."

Nodding silently, Minho's gaze softened with something she could only call understanding, unlike others, Minho never showed pity for her after all. When the storm grew louder again, she watched him tense up and grip the book a little tighter before patting the place next to he.

" Come here." Grabbing the bag of dried fruit on her bedside table, she patted the her bed again as an invitation, smiling softly as the other came to sit down without a word.

Pushing the bag into his hands, she wrapped one hand around his shoulders, putting him down and forcing him to rest his head on her lap as she took a fruit with one hand, the other playing with the man's soft hair.

"What are you..." Cutting him off mid-sentence by shoving a fruit into his mouth, Goldie averted her gaze to an imaginary point as she answered the unfinished question.

"When I'm stressed, it helps to have someone play with my hair." Silence fell between them as Minho caught the meaning hidden between the lines, she felt him pick up a fruit and eat quietly for a few minutes while she kept her eyes away, hand still playing with his hair.

"You're not sacred to storms." It wasn't really a question, more of a statement but she answered in a whisper anyway.

"Who knows." Despite the sound of rain and growling thunder, Minho didn't seem so tense after that. Peacefully, they ate dried fruits in silence, letting the fatigue of the day wash over them as their eyes slowly but surely closed, a small smile on their faces.

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