#it's too soon i thought id have more TIME fucking whatever

[mwagneto]

well. easily the worst day of my year so far

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

hi, im not reall sure if you request are open but if so id like to request something. Its NoNutNovember (i know its acctually april) but R teases g!p Nat the whole month by wearing seductive sets or just nothing underneath her dress when they go out, by constantly „innocently“ bending down, randomly lightly grazing her fingertip over nats bulge when she doesnt expect is and when they watch a movie or lay in bed and out of nowhere starts to massage nats balls. And lots of dirty talk. By the end if the month nat fucks r incredibly hard. I hope its understanible english is not my mother tongue. Anyway i hope you have a great day🤍

Burning Desire

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: amab!Nat x fem!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, top!Nat, bottom!reader, teasing (a lot), dirty talk, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, Nat has a big thing (I don’t make the rules)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: NNN is surprisingly fun for you, not so much for Nat ;)

𝐀/𝐍: been a while

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Natasha was sure that any longer of this torture and she’d lose her mind, the challenge was seemingly easy enough right? Just a month of no sex and masturbation. There was no real challenge in that right? Well it wouldn’t be such a problem if her girlfriend wouldn’t take such pleasure in teasing the hell out of Nat. 

It started easy enough, some light teasing here and there. You made some dirty comment or bedding down exactly in front of Nathashas nose. Making sure to search all the skimpiest clothes from your wardrobe you could find. Whenever your skirt rode up enough to reveal yet another of her favorite sets you enjoyed seeing the noticeable bulge forming in her pants. 

GYM sessions soon became your favorite time with Natasha. Not only would she be all sweaty and pumped up but it was also the perfect opportunity to tease her, wearing some short tights which made your ass stick out even more paired with a tight sports bra had the widow going. Too bad that it was yet another few months without having her hands on you. “Oh baby” You mumbled your hands falling to her crotch, all that dominant energy suddenly fading from her eyes as she released a soft whimper. “Someones excited huh?” You mocked her as you kneeled the bulge in her pants, another set of moans escaped her throat, you'd rarely seen her so submissive for you. This NNN was a real blast for you “please baby I need it” she mewled her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead “Ah, remember the challenge Tasha, I’m sure you don’t want to admit to the boys how you only lasted a mere two weeks right?” Your hands never leaving her hard bulge, you were surprised that she hadn’t creamed her pants yet.  

She let out a long sigh but eventually stopped your hand “You’re playing unfair” She huffed before turning away completely to pick up her set of whatever exercise she was currently doing. 

Another favorite of yours was movie nights with your girlfriend, she typically chose another old bond film to watch with you. Mumbling the lines along the actors when she thought that you weren’t paying attention to her. Today was no different, she rested next to you on the couch. Her head on your shoulder, your hand playing with her red hair, until you slipped her hand under her shorts stroking her abdomen. She let out a shaky moan.

 “Baby” she sighed. You moved to tug her pants down some more revealing her gray boxers which already had a little wet patch from her pre cum on them. Your hands worked on her balls forcing more and more moans from your poor girlfriend's throat. “You’re so hard already” You chuckled not stopping just yet “This is so stupid can’t we stop now?” She whined and you almost had pity in her “Come on” You encouraged her “It’s only a few more days”  

“Just imagine my tight little pussy pulsing around your big cock” Your hands worked wonders on her balls massaging them in a way you knew it would’ve made her crazy. “Wouldn’t you like that, Natty?” She hummed, pushing her head in your neck in a desperate attempt to distract herself.   

In the night of the first december she woke you up in the middle of the night with wet kisses on your neck. “Baby, are you awake” she whispered her kisses open mouthed all over your neck. You took a glance at the glock on the nightstand, 4:05 AM, Natsha was always a night owl. “Can I fuck you please” She mewled licking your skin, you were surprised by her iron will that she could last for so long. 

You nodded excitedly to finally feel her inside of you again “Yes, baby, I need it too” She hands ran down your torso, pushing up the oversized shirt you wore to sleep. Her hands found your tits pushing them together, the sight of it forced a moan from her throat. “I wanna suck on your tits” She whined looking at you with puppy eyes “Go ahead baby” you chuckled enjoying how desperate she had gotten over this month. 

Her mouth found your nipple tugging on it, enjoying how your face twisted in pain and pleasure. She sucked on your nipple, before licking all over your chest “Fuck, you’re so good at this” You cried out carching your body into her touch, letting your hands fly in her hair. She moved onto the other side letting her teeth scrape over her soft skin. She didn’t stop until you were decorated in her marks. She kissed down your stomach in the process, tugging your panties down your legs. 

She kissed your pubic bone taking in your scent, she watched how messy you were already slick running down her legs. Her fingers find your button to play with it. She rubbed tight circles over your clit making you mewl. You were so desperate already she was sure her dick would slip right in. You wanted you scold her for teasing so much with her feather-like touches, but you let her have the power over you after teasing her all month.  

She grabbed onto her hips, twisting you around to lay on your chest. She pulled up her hips positioning herself behind you. She kissed down your spin rubbing her dick between your legs brushing over your clit, making you mewl in the process. “Fuck, Nat I’m ready” You clinged to your pillow “Go in, please” She lined herself up pushing her penis inside your tight heat. You moaned at her stretch crying out for more. She let you adjust to her size for a couple of minutes before she thrusted in and out. 

Her thrust became faster and faster until she hammered inside of you, you could feel her tip brushing against your cervix. She panted like a dog above you rutting inside of you like her life dependent on it. “Fuck, I need to fill you up, gonna make you a mommy… wouldn’t you like that?” She slapped your ass “All round full of my kids” She was crazy for you, just as much as you were for her. “Please fill me up, I need your cum inside of me” 

You clenched around her dick squeezing you tight, you were so incredibly close just like you. “Fuck, Nat I’m close” You moaned “Cum with me please” She fastened her hips again before you cried out in your own orgasm. When she was sure you came first she let go herself, her hips slowing down to unrhyming thrusts. You felt her cum deep inside your womb, dripping out when she pulled out to collapse beside you. 

You crawled to her side enjoying the closeness to your girlfriend after intimacy. “Hey” You mumbled kissing her lips “Hey yourself” She threw her arms over your back keeping you close on her chest. “Round two?” 

[lovegasmic]

hi mila, i was wondering… maybe some more best friend satoru but reader gave up on waiting for toru to figure out his shit? so now she’s fucking all these hot guys (can be whoever you’d like, maybe kento, suguru etc…) and toru’s just desperately trying to get her attention but reader is too busy getting railed.

i’m sorry if this is too specific, if you choose to do this you can take whatever liberties you’d like!!!!!! i’ll be happy regardless.

i love your works so so much, i hope you have a lovely day!!!!!! <3333

mdni, having sex with Kento while Satoru suffers, got it 🤌 ily nonie‹3 hope u have a beautiful day and so sorry this took so long, I always get so happy at getting bff Satoru asks hehe

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best friend Satoru calls at the worst times. and you really should have turned off your phone before Kento was balls deep. now it’s too late and you’re not considering answering. “looks important” Kento huffs and you’re a bit awestruck by the bead of sweat dripping down his sharp jawline, hair a mess from where your fingers found a place as his tongue explored your mouth, having you previously pinned against a wall, dizzy and giddy.

your swollen bottom lip gets freed from between your teeth, “ignore it” you knew it was Satoru, you didn’t need to check the caller id to know. your best friend has been calling you nonstop for the last few days, and it’s not as if you were purposely ignoring him, but you had more... important matters to attend to.

“are you sure? he won’t stop any time soon” of course Kento knew it was Satoru, none of your friends knew about your strange and curious relationship with the blue eyed, “from what you’ve told me, he is quite persistent” and fuck him honestly, the churning fire on your belly was not allowing you to properly think, much worse with the blonde’s thick head smushing your g-spot.

in almost a cockdrunk haze you tap around and grasp your phone, turning it off for the rest of the night. and that was Satoru’s last straw.

“please answer!” Satoru shouts in his apartment, shaking his phone as if it held the response to where the fuck you are, or much worse, who are you with?!, “where the hell are you?” he’s desperate, staring at the white screen where an ‘impossible to connect’ greets him back, seconds before turning black, and now it’s his despaired expression reflecting.

Satoru: are you ignoring me ?! ( 23:12 )

Satoru: wait, sorry, didn’t mean to sound so aggressive ( 23:13 )

Satoru: where are you? busy? wanna hangout? ( 23:13 )

Satoru: I miss you ( 23: 18 )

it was pathetic how clingy he became, hair tousled in all directions from his fingers constantly combing through it, but you couldn’t blame him, having rejected all his previous plans was hitting him hard.

“we should hang out” it was the last thing he spoke to you face to face, perhaps one or two weeks ago.

to which you just replied a cold, “yeah, we should” and that was it, suddenly you were so busy, having dates that only make Satoru’s heart ache, the thought of someone else kissing, touching or fucking you was too much to bear.

“fuck...” he huffs your name almost in pain, hands on his face.

although you were deeply hurt, and ultimately tired of Satoru’s constant back and forth without properly expressing his feelings, he’s still your best friend, “what is it? I have 10 missed calls, Satoru” your voice is flat.

his phone almost landed on the floor with how quick he grabbed it, “hey! yes, I was thinking we should—”

“i get you a towel” and oh, is that... ?

“never mind” Satoru pouts.

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[ctrlchar]

HI POOKUMS!!

COULD I REQUEST A JAKE X F READER SMUT?😽

BASICALLY IM THINKING READER AND JAKE HAVE HAD A PRANK WARS GOING ON FOR A WHILE, THE READER THEN ENDS UP PRANKING HIM WITH VIAGRA PILLS (OR ANY OTHER PILLS THAT JUST MAKE YOU CRAZY HORNY)

IMAGINE JAKE HAVING TO LIKE GO FILM OR GO OUT WITH YOU AND SOME FRIENDS LIKE JOHNNIE OR SOMETHING AND PRETEND LIKE HES NOT ROCK HARD, MORE TURNED ON THAN EVER 🙏

IM REALLY NOT PICKY SO YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOUD LIKE HOW ITS GONNA CONTINUE, BUT THE ONLY THING ID PREFER YOU EXCLUDE IS BREEDING KINK IF THATS OKAY🙏

I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY POOKUMS!!🥰 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!

speed it down then slow it up

a/n:this might just be my favorite request yet tbh so sorry it took this long i’ve been busy lately but i’ll get back to posting regularly soon🙏

also title is from bubble pop electric ‼️

this prank war which jake had of course started had been going on for a eternity. at the moment,he had the upper hand therefore you just had to go all out.

the two of you had mentioned trying some aphrodisiacs a couple times but never fully went through with it. that was until today,when you, jake and johnnie had to record a video inside of a store.

you walked around recording the two boys occasionally passing the camera along to one of them as you waited for the viagra jake had taken to kick in.

you had worn a shirt that showed off a bit of your cleavage but not too much as well as your favorite bottoms

you had been talking to the camera while admiring the items around you until johnnie stopped recording, before practically scolding jake

“hey jake,i get that you may have a girlfriend but i’m trying to shoot a video here and i’d strongly appreciate it if you didn’t stare at her fucking tits the whole video” he says ending it with a sarcastic smile making you laugh

“hm?” he says looking up at you with a somewhat dazed look

you and johnnie let out a laugh at his reaction before eventually forgetting about it and going back to what you were doing

the video continued on as Jake tried his very best to conceal the large boner that has been forming in his pants over the past while, his hands glued to his pockets

he wondered as to why he could barely control himself but that thought went out the window as soon as you had dropped something and bent over to pick it up

he almost let out a small groan at the sight before he concealed it,remembering where he is

johnnie,who was busy looking at some item in the store was oblivious to jake who was practically looking down at you your ass with puppy dog eyes as you stood up

your eyes meet jake’s before they then notice the large print in his pants which you could’ve sworn looked at you first

“please baby don’t leave me like this” he whines in reference to his very prominent boner which you feel as he wraps his arms around your waist,checking to make sure no one else was in the isle

you weigh your options,because if you do help him then you’ll obviously loose the prank war because of your own prank but at the same time you and him wanted it just as bad,he just couldn’t hide it

“come on,you know you wanna help me” he whispers in your ear while he leaves a few small kisses along your neck,with his hard cock pressing right against your ass

this prompts you to quickly go and tell johnnie you and jake were “going to look at something” in the store before darting off to find the nearest bathroom.

as you walked away from johnnie you had a slight skip in your step while you and jake quickly entered the bathroom in hopes no one would see you.

jake instantly forced his hands up your tight fitting shirt groping at your tits before attacking your neck with wet,and sloppy kisses.

“jakey-baby you know I love it when you kiss me there but we don’t have a lot of time” you say in between breaths as he kissed your neck before halting his actions

he agrees but not without a groan and a plea on his end.

and before you know it your pressed against the cold wall with jake sliding the head of his cock inside of you.

with a sharp inhale jake was now fully inside of you,his hands holding onto you tightly as he says a quiet “you feel so good ‘round me” before beginning his assault on your cunt

you slapped a hand over his mouth knowing how loud he gets and as you expected his moans get louder while his strong arms hoisted you and held you against the bathroom stall. and just by how franticly he was thrusting into you, you could tell just how badly he needed you

you rested your head in the crook of his neck whimpering like crazy whenever he would thrust right against your cervix

“fuck- i’m gonna-” he groaned,his fingernails digging into your thighs as he came deep inside you. his hips continuing faster then they had before while his mouth connected with yours to muffle his moans

with his thrusts not faltering,his deep groans and grunts turned more into whimpers and moans when he continued to fuck his cum out of you as the two of you tried your best to stay quiet.

“don’t know how you expect me to stay quiet” he whines with a thrust. “not when she’s squeezing me this good-fuck” he moans out feeling close once again

you then pull him into a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, one of your hands creeping up and gripping his hair. the two of you moaned into the kiss,jakes pace slowing down,the tip of his cock still brushing right against your cervix

you pulled back,with your hands still placed around him “jakey i’m gonna cum” you’d whine out. this then makes jake thrust even harder then before trying to get you to reach the peak he gets you too so well

you bite your lip, and surprisingly don’t draw blood, while you and Jake try your best to keep quiet. once again,you pull him into a kiss to stifle his and your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm.

after a few moments,he pulls out and the two of you put your clothes back on before jake stops.

“uhm babe,i know we just fucked but i’m still uh-“ he stutters too embarrassed to tell you. cocking a brow you question him to which you shortly get an answer when you look down and noticed the tent that was still pitched in his pants

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Too Good To Say Goodbye pt8

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader, Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

A/N: First I wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the kind messages I've been receiving, I keep rereading them and tearing up. It lets me know that there are genuine people in the world and that I can take a few days or a week to finish a request. Sorry this part took a bit longer due to the short break I took, I'll try my best to get the request I have out in a timely manner!

warnings: cursing

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A drive to Lily's that normally would've taken 25 minutes depending on traffic only took Lando 10 and I think the way he is flooring it right now has been the fastest he's ever driven in his life. I mean anyone could've easily mistaken him for Max Verstappen in this moment and rightfully so, my bastard of an ex-boyfriend and baby dad is an absolute dick for what he just did.

I get being upset that I'm pregnant and that my boyfriend right now is treating me 10x better than you ever will but actually spoiling the gender for us AND spoiling the fact that I'm carrying twins is on another level of insanity.

When we dropped Yelena off, Lily had told us she wasn't going to be expecting a baby pick up anytime soon. Which by the way, God bless Lily for just being able to drop whatever she had planned for today to be able to watch my kid while Lando and I dealt with baby daddy drama.

The blaring sound of a ringtone is what yanked me from deep in my thoughts. I picked up the phone to look at the caller ID before answering and placing it on speaker "Carlos, now is really not a good time". I said while running a hand over my face to try and ease some tension building up.

"Logan's at my place." Lando's knuckled gripped the steering wheel tighter at the mention of his name.

"Why is he there and why does he need to have a conversation with you present?" I questioned

"He told me to tell you and Lando to meet him here to talk to you but wants me present and he thinks Lando is going to kill him." Carlos started, doubt coating his voice as he talked.

"I FUCKING AM" Lando screamed as he pressed down on the gas pedal harder.

I’ve seen Lando upset and even angry before but what I was seeing from him right now wasn’t either of those, this was pure hatred. Lando was seeing pure red in his vision as he was driving, almost hit a pedestrian (who shouldn’t have crossed but people don’t pay attention to signs).

Now that Lando knows he has to book it to Carlos’ place instead of Logan’s he makes a sharp turn, which could’ve easily flipped the car if you weren’t as much of a skilled driver as Lando is.

"BABE! I KNOW YOU'RE MAD AND ALL BUT DON'T CRASH THIS CAR AND KILL ALL 4 OF US!" I screamed as I grabbed ahold of the center console

Something about the fear in my voice as I screamed at Lando seemed to get through this barrier of red he had coating him and he seemed to ease up on the steering wheel and drove a bit more safer.

-

Arriving at Carlos house, we were greeted with Carlos standing out front. Lando and I got out of the car and started making our way to the front door of Carlos' luxurious house while Carlos started walking towards us, meeting us halfway.

"Ay, I talk to Logan. He meant no harm pero I think he did. He is in the living room." Carlos said as he patted Lando's tense shoulder before turning his attention to me. "I'm so sorry Logan did what he did. I feel so bad but just know that I'm here for you with whatever you need." Carlos added while he pulled me into a hug.

I've always loved Carlos' hugs because of the level of comfort they always brought was just unmatched. If you're sad, have a Carlos hug, if you're happy, have a Carlos hug, if you don't want a hug, have a Carlos hug. Moral of the story: a Carlos hug can fix everything. Well, almost everything.

"Thank you Carlos, I really needed that hug. I just-" The sound of glass breaking is what caused me to stop mid-sentence and I turned to look over at my boyfriend, only to find him no where in sight.

My heart dropped to my feet when I was met with no sign of my boyfriend and all I could hear from a distance was arguing. Carlos wasted no time in spinning on his heels and running into his house and into the living room where all the arguing was taking place.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY IN YOUR MIND, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SPOIL A FUCKING GENDER REVEAL BY POSTING IT ON INSTAGRAM AND ON TOP OF THAT SPOILING THE FACT THAT WE'RE HAVING FUCKING TWINS!!!" the voice of Lando booming louder as I inched closer to Carlos' living room.

"I DID IT BECAUSE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! YOU TOOK MY BABY, MY LIFE, MY GIRL, YOU TOOK IT ALL! I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR!" Logan shouted in rebuttal, his face contorted in a way I've never seen before and his skin as red as a tomato.

When our eyes locked, I could see Logan's eyes soften but when he opened his mouth to say something, Lando cut him off.

"I DIDN'T 'TAKE' YOUR GIRL, I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE IN A HOUSE WHERE SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT DOING SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER EVERY MOVE. I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN A HAPPY AND HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LOVED BY A REAL MAN! I SHOWED HER EVERYTHING YOU COULDN'T AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU'RE A COWARD!" that seemed to set Logan off because the second the word "coward" came spilling out of Lando's mouth, Logan lunged towards him in an angry manner.

Before they could make any type of contact, Carlos was in the middle trying to set some type of boundaries between them.

"YOU GUYS ARE NOT FIGHTING IN MY HOUSE! LOGAN, OUT NOW! BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" That seemed to be enough for Logan to walk away but not before stopping in front of me, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath against my skin.

"I hope I never see you again until your fucking funeral, slut." Logan walked away brushing his shoulder past mine as he did.

I knew Logan felt some type of way towards me since I left him while I was pregnant and refused to give in to all his promises of being a better man for me but hearing those words coming out of his mouth hurt. I always hoped we would be able to work it out for the sake of Yelena but after what he said, I don't know if we can, even if I wanted to.

Everything after what Logan said was blur, I don't remember him leaving, I don't remember Lando running after him and Carlos after Lando, but more importantly, I don't remember my legs giving out under my weight and me collapsing to the ground.

All at once everything started to hit me like a semi-truck. The pain in my knees after the fall, the ache in my heart but also the excruciating pain in my abdomen.

"BABE?! BABY ARE YOU OKAY? CARLOS GET THE CAR STARTED! WE HAVE TO TAKE Y/N TO THE HOSPITAL!"

-

The whole car ride to the hospital had to be the worst 15 minutes of my life. Every bump or sudden brake of the car increased the pain in my abdomen by 10. At one point it literally felt like there was an elephant sitting on me, restricting my oxygen intake.

When we finally arrived, Carlos quickly parked in front of the ER doors before rushing inside. Less than 30 seconds after running into the hospital, a group of doctors and nurses came running outside with a gurney.

Seeing them, Lando swung the car door open and quickly got out, allowing them better access to get to me.

Getting transferred from the back seat of the car to the gurney hurt just as suspected but they quickly rushed me in so they could evaluate my symptoms to tell me what's wrong.

No matter how much pain medication they gave me, the pain was still too much to bear.

"Do you want us to give you something to sedate you?" The student doctor said. She sounded genuinely hurt at hearing how much pain I was in.

"YES! PLEASE, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" I screamed and I watched as she grabbed the vile of liquid.

Just as the student doctor was done giving me the sedative, I heard the doctor come in.

"So, unfortunately I've got some ba-AH NO! WHAT DID YOU GIVE HER?"

"I- Uh, Gave her a sedative?"

"YOU'RE NEVER SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WITHOUT CONSULTING ME! THE SEDATIVE IS GOING TO DO MORE HARM THAN GOOD!" that was all I heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

-

After I fell unconscious and was of no use, my doctor made his way to the waiting room to have a talk with Lando in order to figure out the steps going forward.

Once Lando locked eyes with the doctor, he shot up from his seat "Doc, how is she??" Lando asked as he searched the doctors face for answers.

"Unfortunately your girlfriend has a rare condition that affects the babies called Monochorionic Twins, which is where the babies share the same placenta and amniotic sac which can cause tangling of umbilical cords, imbalance of nutrients, blood and problems to other vital organs. Your girlfriend also has a history of major bleeding, vomiting and dehydration during pregnancy which also puts her at risk. We have to operate to save them, the babies have a 25% chance of survival and would have to be in the NICU for many months whereas your girlfriend has a 75% of surviving with minimal damage to any part of her reproductive system. " the doctor started, he tried to look and sound as sympathetic as possible.

"What are you saying Doc?" Lando asked, his breath and hands shaky and his knees trembled beneath him.

"You have to choose who we save, your babies or your girlfriend."

-

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[akuma-coffee]

"i love you"

satoru gojo x reader

cw: kissing, fwb arrangement but no smut, suggestive? , light angst to comfort 2k words

gojo never stays the night.

granted, it's not like you've ever popped the question, but attempts have been made at keeping within the warm confines of your sheets. an arm wrapped around him, your head placed over his heart; yet he never seems to take the bait. the longest he's stayed with you is an hour, even going as far to snake an arm around your shoulders and pull you in close - but just as you were drifting off, he had to go. 

you did know what you were getting into, as even if it wasn't explicitly said, satoru isn't exactly known for his romanticism. if anything, he's known as an unstoppable force, an untouchable figure, with too much money and childish nature, often resulting in a little too much flamboyance. but it's all for show, because when he's tangled within your sheets, he's different. sweet.

sure, most of the time he's just fucking you for the fun of it, but sometimes he kisses you so tenderly and holds you so close that you're almost lulled into some kind of security with him, like you're his. unfortunately it always ends, and even if you hope and pray for some kind of development in your relationship, the next time he comes over it's all back to normal.

your phone's on silent, but you don't miss the notification on your screen. with pen in hand and papers to mark you almost ignore it, but face id means your screen's already unlocked, and you're able to see it's him - he's asking if you're free.  in truth, you aren't. you're supposed to be working late alongside shoko marking student reports, but for him you'll make yourself readily available by whatever means. 

"are you listening?" shoko sighs, and you don't glance up from your phone.  "sorry, i'm gonna have to have to go." you speak monotonously while preoccupied with thoughts of the man you're far too infatuated with, and it's a tone shoko knows all too well. her frown sets much deeper as your fingers glide over your keyboard to tell him you'll be a half hour. 

"please tell me you're not ditching me for satoru."

finally, your eyes set over hers. she wears her disapproval so thickly, and so shamelessly. if eyes could kill, ieiri's sure would. she lets out a lengthy breath before deciding you're more deserving of her pity than annoyance, slumping back against her chair. it groans as she moves.

"this thing you've got, it will end in tears."

"i know." you consider furthering the conversation and allowing more detail, letting her onto the fact that the snowy haired psycho is in fact different when in your presence, he's so much brighter, and kinder... but you decide against it almost as soon as the idea had popped into your mind. she'd probably just play therapist and deter you from your endeavour (of winning his heart), and you didn't want to hear her voice your deepest fears - that satoru doesn't feel the same way.

it's not a long journey home, and with the perks of teleportation satoru is able to get to you within a heartbeat. he's already pushing you toward the bed within minutes of being in your presence, his lips hungry against yours. his hands traverse the peak of your hips, dragging upward to the trough, conveniently slipping those fingers under your work shirt to grasp at the flesh beneath.

there's always a little bit of buffer time in your brain when he arrives, a minute or two needed to disconnect your racing brain and relax, to ignore that build up of nerves and focus on the present. you lay back on the mattress and he takes his place between your legs, your shirt already in a heap on the rug - but you're not able to shake those thoughts. you try to push it all down and lean into his touch, yet shoko's words still hang heavy. 

it must be that whatever ditch you would force these memories into had been crammed all too densely, because not only are you unable to shake this feeling of impending doom, you're also reminiscing on things you hadn't wanted to think about. late nights with satoru, laying beside him basking in the aftermath of your intimacy, and all the feelings that are tied to his presence. 

these memories weren't as neatly packed away as you'd thought. in fact, they're overflowing, and they're unforgiving. you realise now, you're in love with him. you know it as well as your own name. 

 his lips trail to your neck, blindfold still on. it tickles your skin. 

you think back to a moment a few months back, when this had all just begun. a simple gesture of ordering pizza when you'd known he hadn't eaten, a shared meal after you'd come down from your highs. he'd gone to leave, but of course you'd do anything to make him stay just that little bit longer. 

"for me?" you can still hear the way he'd asked when you brought through two boxes, and the way his expression softened. he watched you grow closer to the bed, his upper half nude and slouching on the headboard. you smiled, just as you always do with him, one of the boxes suddenly resting in his lap. the smugness you're used to had left him in that moment, and when you stuck the tv on, it felt natural. domestic. it was like the real him sat beside you that night, but after he'd eaten and the episode ended, he was gone.

satoru pulls back and you're shoved back into the real world, opening your eyes to the black fabric that envelops his face. it's impossible to read him when he's like this, though you're never able to ask him to remove it. your hands move up from the back of his neck and rest at the seam, and you stare at the cotton as if you're looking him in the eye. you wonder if you are, or if he's denying you that. 

"what's wrong?" he asks as if he's intrigued more than concerned, and you swallow, breaking your imaginary eye contact to look over his shoulders. they're bare, though you don't really remember helping him out of his shirt. "it's nothing." you try to pass it off as such, a weak curve of lips, but he doesn't drop it.  "just tell me." he's buttering you up with his gentle tone. you ignore him and tug on his head to bring him back to you, but satoru doesn't stop. 

"i'm just tired, that's all." there's silence following your statement, and he doesn't seem all that convinced, though after a few seconds tick by, he appears to have dropped whatever he was thinking.  "i'll go, then." there's something in his voice that you're unable to place a finger on, it's similar to disappointment, though not quite it. you swallow your pride. 

"i just," you drag your fingertips over the fabric. "was wondering if you'd take this off."   the playfulness returns, and you're a little tense, but he doesn't seem to notice.  "what, you don't like it?" he teases you, and you feign a smile in return.  "not here." you're hoping you sell your words well, otherwise he'll know you're feeling unnerved and likely leave. he stills and you tug at the fabric, brushing the longer strands of hair and scaling his undercut until the tightness finally gives and you're able to unwrap the blindfold. 

your heart picks up pace when his eyes are boring into you, very evidently judging your every move when you toss the unravelled cotton to one side. it's not often you're able to examine them so closely. they're both beautiful and intimidating, adorned with white lashes, swimming in the deepest hues of blue you've ever seen. 

"i love you." the words leave your lips before you've processed them, and your mouth suddenly casts a downward turn as you watch his eyebrows raise, and lips part. genuine surprise meddles with satoru's features. you grit your teeth and cower back into the mattress.  "that's a big word." his reply makes your heart sink from your chest to your stomach in a way it never has before. your eyes gloss over. 

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that." for a moments pass you think he's going to continue, he's quiet, and staring at your lips. but he doesn't, instead furthering the distance between you by pushing himself back onto his forearms and letting the air nip at your prickled skin. you've blown it, there's no way satoru is going to keep this going now. 

"it's alright." he appears distant in his expression and reply, yet doesn't get off of you. you're left to question what he's thinking.  "satoru?" his name rolls from your tongue so naturally. he let you call him that after your first hook-up, gojo was too impersonal. he'd been calling you by your first name long before that, though. 

"sorry." he looks hollow. "i haven't heard that in years." 

you furrow your brow and begin to ask what he'd meant by that, but the words fizzle out. shoko made vehemently clear you were never to mention geto's name in satoru's presence. his first, and only love. it's one of the few times you've also seen shoko so genuinely upset. 

"i'm so sorry." you voice again, though this time there's a dip in your voice. satoru looks as though he has re-entered the room when your words falter, and he's staring right at you with no mercy. he leans back toward you, connecting his lips to yours in a heartbeat with a loving and gentle movement. he's pressed against you so snugly you almost forget to breathe, his hand encasing your cheek so firmly it's as if he expects you to fall from his grasp and shatter. 

there's a warm droplet on your face and you tighten your eyes under the assumption it's one of your own tears - only you realise the placement isn't quite right. peering through half open lids you're able to see water pooling at satoru's lash line, just enough to blink away into a single tear. you place your palms over his shoulders to push him back, but he has already taken his lips from you, and instead placing his head at the nape of your neck. you slide your hands down and around, circling around his torso and squeezing. he sniffles, and although you know he won't cry in front of you, this is certainly close to it. 

"i didn't notice, i'm sorry." his words are spoken into that nook, and muffled by your skin. you close your eyes, exhaling.  "it's alright." from all of the ways you'd thought this might have gone, this wasn't it. you're doused in disappointment, it's like you've taken a dunk into a bath full of ice; it chills you to the bone. 

"i really..." he speaks slowly, tiptoeing around how he's about to phrase his confession. "jujutsu has a hold over us, you could never really have me."  "you're not just a sorcerer, satoru. you deserve to be loved." you feel heat in your nose as your own tears bubble, but you don't allow them to surface. instead, you're left with clouded vision and a runny nose as you stare up at your ceiling. you circle a thumb over satoru's back. "but, if you don't feel the same, it's okay." that's a lie, it would definitely not be okay, you'd want to set yourself on fire. "no, i do." your heart feels as if it's about to jump out of your chest. "but there's no curse more twisted than love." 

you loosen your grip and take his face back between your hands, pulling him back to have his face before your own.  "it's gonna be okay." you offer a small smile to accompany your words of comfort, and satoru wants to trust you. 

you glance down to your half dressed body, then back to him. "will you stay the night? we can order in, watch some tv." it's funny how you feel more exposed than ever while, in comparison to your past encounters, being decently covered. "we can start small." 

"yeah, okay." he pauses, before pushing off of the mattress. "i want pizza." there's no hiding the grin that seizes your face as you grab your phone, pulling up your favourite restaurant. 

[porcelana-r0ta]

The Curse of Sight

Summary: When Wes Weston meets Time Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat. 

Word Count: 2690

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44788813

[Part 2]

When Wes Weston's parents divorced, they decided that he should stay with his dad in Amity Park. After all, small town Amity is much safer than big city Gotham, where his mother was moving in order to accept a promotion with Wayne Enterprises. Wes, in order to still see his mom, would visit her in Gotham every summer and every other holiday.

Of course, Amity soon became more dangerous than Gotham could even dream of thanks to the hell portal in the Fenton's basement that killed and bore Phantom, but whatever. No one ever listened to Wes anyway, and he learned to shut his mouth when Sam Manson shoved him against the lockers and asked him what he thought would happen to Danny Fenton if the Ghost Investigation Ward ever believed his “crazy as shit imagination.”

She was still playing the "Wes is crazy" game, even when defending her boyfriend.

Still, she was right. Danny was safer without him trying to convince Amity's negligent populace that Danny was Phantom. (Even if it absolutely drove him mad that no one but him was capable of making the connection between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom.) So he shut up. He deleted his conspiracy theory blog and even asked Tucker Foley to wipe all remnants of its existence from the internet, a request which his classmate happily obliged. He even said, "I'm glad you're moving on from this whole Fenton-Phantom obsession, Wes."

Professional gaslighters, the lot of them.

So yes, Wes had thoroughly given up on the superhero ID evidence schemes by the time he left to visit his mom after his freshman year of high school. He had made peace with it and settled back into reading mystery novels or movies and solving the case before the protagonists in place of proving Phantom’s ID.

When he came to Gotham, he had to get a new library card so he could keep up with his mystery novel hyperfixation. He happens to take just a little too long in the library, so by the time he has a nice stack of books to check out, it's dark outside.

Great, walking back to my mother's apartment in the dark in Gotham. Seems super safe.

Well, Gotham is no Amity, right?

So he marches on and tries not to be too resigned when he's inevitably yanked into an alleyway even though the apartment is only three blocks from the library.

Classic.

It's just a man with a gun, his face obscured with a hood and a red bandana. He's literally nothing compared to Pariah Dark or Undergrowth or Dr. Spectra or even the fucking Box Ghost.

"Let me guess," he says. "You want any cash I have, right?"

"Kid, shut the hell up and fork over your money," says the man, and Wes sighs. The mugger didn't even wave around his gun or give an impassioned speech about stealing someone's pelt.

"Original," Wes intones. "But I'm fifteen. And everyone knows young people don't carry cash anymore. I guess I could give you my mom's emergency credit card that she gave me, but she did say it was for emergencies only, so."

The man just stares at him. Wes shuffles uncomfortably.

"Oh! And I could just cancel the card before you use it," Wes adds into the silence.

"You don't consider being held at gunpoint an emergency?" the mugger finally asks, looking uncertain.

"Should I?" Wes wonders aloud. Sam had been much scarier when she threatened him.

"You said you're fifteen? And you don't have a Gothamite accent?" the man offers his reasoning, as if it's any kind of logical. He'd fit in well in Amity for that trait alone.

"Gothamites always think they're so superior." He has to roll his eyes. "Guns aren't that scary. You know what is scary? Your whole town being dragged into the dimension of death for three days. This is nothing. This city is nothing." You are nothing. He knows better than to say that last part, though;

"Christ, kid, you're crazy." The man shook his head and pulled the hammer of his gun back. "Just-- give me the watch you're wearing."

Wes sighs again, "Whatever, I'm not fighting for it." It was literally just a cheap Walmart watch. But just as he goes to unlatch the watch from his wrist, a caped vigilante swings down from the rooftops and kicks the mugger straight into the pavement.

The mugger doesn't get back up.

"Thanks, Red Robin," Wes dutifully says, even though he's pretty sure the man was A) not really that much of a threat, and B) going to have serious brain trauma now.

"It's no problem," the vigilante says. "You're a little young to be out this late, though."

Well, that's rude. It's only 7:00 pm. The only reason it's dark at all is thanks to Gotham's pollution problem. (Maybe they should let Poison Ivy just go fucking feral, like Sam suggests.)

Wes doesn't say that. Instead he says: "Didn't you start crime fighting when you were, like, twelve?"

Red Robin sputters, but Wes continues, "And the first Robin couldn't have been more than nine. I have never picked a fight with hardened criminals." Do ghosts count as criminals? Surely not. What right does Wes have to dictate the morals of being from a completely different dimension? "So I think I'm doing better than you in the safety department, no offense."

Well, doing better in Gotham. But the Justice League doesn't need to know about Amity Park, so he'll leave that part out.

"I-- just--" Red Robin struggles for a second, and then clears his throat. "Why don't I escort you home?"

"I'm two blocks away, but thanks. And thanks again for the---" he waves to the unconscious mugger. Definitely brain damaged.

"Yeah, no problem." And then he grapples away.

Phantom's much cooler. Not that he'll ever say that in front of Danny, Sam, or Tucker. Or anyone from Amity.

He makes it safely home, even if he does pretend to not notice the Bat stalking him from above. And of course, once he recounts his tale to his mother, she freaks out that he'd been nearly mugged, and tries to ban him from doing anything in Gotham at all.

"Mom, I can't just stay inside the house all day. I refuse to spend my whole summer on Netflix." He wants to at least go sightseeing.

Her mouth goes into a thin line and her eyes are as fiery as her red hair.

"Fine," she says. "Then you can get a job."

His stomach drops, "What?"

"A job. My floor needs a new intern, and I found just the perfect person."

"No, Mom, you can't," he pleads. "A Wayne Enterprises job? I'll be known as a nepo-baby for life!"

"Well, too bad. You should have thought of that before being mugged."

"Almost mugged, Mom! Almost! Red Robin was there!" When he sees that this point is getting him nowhere, he switches tactics, "Mom, the Waynes are held hostage, like, every other week! Do you really want me in closer proximity to them?"

She lifts her chin and sniffs, "I'll be there to watch out for you. And an intern won't have any reason to be next to a Wayne, anyway."

He groans, "Mom, please. It's my summer vacation!"

"And you're my son. Discussion over. You start in two days."

He groans again, "Do I at least get paid? Or is Brucie Wayne like every other rich white dude out there?"

"Wes, sweetie, you're white--"

"But not rich," he grumbles.

"But yes, you'll be paid. Every position with Wayne Enterprises is paid."

He crosses his arms, "At least there's that, I guess."

His mom walks to him to hug him and kiss his forehead.

"I'll handle the paperwork tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll love it there!"

Well, spoiler alert: he doesn't.

He's basically a go-fer, fetching paper or ink or photos or files and most usually, lunch from across the street or donuts or coffee. Especially coffee. And his mom's coworkers kinda suck because hey, the Wayne's executive PR manager just hired her own kid for a coveted Wayne internship. No one likes the idea of someone being here who doesn't deserve it. So he is really sent on the most stupid, tedious errands possible for an intern.

He called it: he's the resident nepo-baby, beaten only by Brucie Wayne's very own brood of nepo-babies.

Suddenly, just letting that mugger fill him with hot lead doesn't look so bad. Maybe he would have become a ghost! Haunting Danny would have been fun. Or Ember and the others of her nature make it look fun, anyway.

The Fenton thermos part would probably be uncomfortable, though.

"This sucks," Wes mutters to himself, balancing three carrying cartons of Batbucks (Gotham's stupid parody of Starbucks since they have to be special and not like other girls in every aspect possible) coffee with just two arms, staring helplessly at the elevator call button in front of him.

"Need an assist?" calls a familiar voice, though Wes can't place from where.

"Yes, please!" Wes says gratefully, looking up at a face with blue eyes, black hair, and a familiar jawline.

Wait a second.

"Here, I'll get that for you," says the man, who is really more like a teenager, since it's goddamn Timothy Drake-Wayne, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises at just seventeen years old. "Going up, I assume?" he gives a charming laugh as he presses the up button, the kind one practices to perfection to ace media interviews and entertain the wealthy elite at galas.

"Yes, thank you, sir," Wes says, and takes the time to really study Drake-Wayne's eyes. And sure enough, he can recognize makeup covering up purple eyebags, just like he could on Fenton.

No. Please, Lord, I'll go back to church. Just don't let it be true.

"Yeah, no problem!" Drake-Wayne says, which really just seals the deal. Wes quietly dies inside, and also curses God. "I'm glad to be of service! Interns doing coffee runs really are doing God's work. And there's no need to call me sir. Tim will do just fine."

"Right... Tim," Wes says uncertainly. He kind of wants the elevator doors to open up and reveal a pitch black hole to drop into, but when the bell rings and the doors slide open, it's just the same ol' regular elevator it's always been. Damn.

So. The boss of this whole entire company is Red Robin. Makes sense, seems legit. He figured out that Plasmius was the mayor of Amity, too, didn't he? So why shouldn't all billionaires be playing dress up and fight crime or be the crime? What's stopping them all, really, when wealth is a superpower all on its own?

Wait, fuck. So. If Tim started out as a Robin when he was twelve-ish. And apparently billionaires are playing dress up. Then doesn't that mean...?

Oh, God. Couldn't he go one season without figuring out some superpowered person's secret identity? Is that too much to ask?

And of course, after figuring Tim and goddamn Brucie Wayne out, it's not so hard to see the correlations between the introduction of every other Wayne brat to the debut of each Robin.

He shakily steps into the elevator, "And how do you normally take your coffee?"

"With the maximum amount of espresso the barista can legally give me," is Tim's immediate answer.

Just like Danny.

And even worse, Tim steps into the elevator after him.

"What floor?" he asks, and Wes feels stupid. Obviously he was going to come in: why offer help at all if he wasn't going to push the floor button for Wes?"

"Uh, 73," Wes says.

Tim nods and presses the according number, and then takes one of the cartons from Wes as the doors closed.

Hopefully, any nerves that Wes is showing can be played off as the nerves an intern would get when they somehow get stuck with the Actual Big Boss™ , and then said Boss™ tries to take the shit they're carrying.

"Uh, you don't have to do that," Wes says nervously. "I can carry them all, really!"

"Don't be silly," the literal co-CEO of his workplace says, as if Wes is in some fucked up Wattpad fic. "Again, where would any of us be without the ones who bring us coffee?"

"In bed?" Wes offers nervously. "Sleeping?"

Tim laughs, but his smile looks more like a smirk, "I guess you're right!"

"But seriously, I can carry the coffee. It's my job. And it'll look weird to everyone if they see the CEO helping me do my job."

"It's no trouble!" Tim insists, and then emphasizes his point by stealing the second carton in Wes's hands. "See? And my employees will be glad to see that I value every employee and am always willing to help out!"

Haha yeah, thought Wes. Too bad they'll never know just how much you help out, right?

Finally, the elevator dings, and Wes is released from one prison to another.

Thanks to the normal chaos of working at Wayne Enterprises, no one immediately notices that the co-CEO is carrying the bulk of the load. Instead, they all hone in on the scent of coffee, and they lunge.

"Thanks, Weston!" the few who are clear-minded enough to remember manners manage to say, even as most of them take their orders from a black haired wunderkind instead of a redheaded conspiracy theorist with the curse of Cassandra.

"Of course," Wes says nervously, and then finally some recognition starts sparking in the coffee-hungry eyes of exhausted PR employees who are always trying to handle some wacky Wayne hijinks.

"You're Weston," says his mom's assistant, Jade, pointing at Wes, and then slowly pointing to Tim, "and you're.... Oh, Mr. Drake-Wayne! Here, let me get that for you!" She yanks the empty cartons out of Tim's hands and shoved them into Wes's. Luckily, his carrying carton had been emptied, too, so he doesn’t get coffee spilled all over him and the floor.  "Here, Weston, go dispose of these! Why were you making Mr. Drake-Wayne carry them? It's your job to get coffee, not our CEO's! He has better things to do. In fact, he probably needs to speak to Ms. Rolland."

Ms. Rolland as in his mother, who went back to her maiden name after the divorce.

"Now hold on," says Tim, his eyes alight with anger. "I offered to help Weston out, and I have no need to speak with Penny. I was just helping out one of my employees."

"Oh," says Jade, taking a step back. "Of- of course, sir! Weston, here, I'll take these cartons back. And sir, it's very kind of you to help out."

"I try," Tim says dryly. Wes notices he doesn't tell Jade to not call him sir. "You should probably get back to work."

"Of course, sir." And with the cartons in her hands, she scurries off in the direction of his mom's office, where she'll probably complain about how her kid made Jade look like a fool in front of the Actual Big Boss™.

"Uh, thanks," he tells Tim. "But you really didn't have to help me. It is my job, after all." Unwilling or not.

"It's no problem!" Tim repeats, and Wes wants to bang his head into a wall. "And hey, next time you do a coffee run, forget the others and just grab my order." His words are accompanied by a wink, and Wes is pretty sure it's supposed to be weird rich people humor, so he laughs, and pretends his heart isn’t beating into his ears.

"As much espresso as possible," he plays along, and Tim grins, pressing the call button for the elevator. It hasn't been summoned to another floor, so it opens right back up.

"Have a good day, Weston."

"It's just Wes, really," he corrects, and Tim smiles again.

"Wes," he says, and the elevator doors slide shut.

Cool cool cool. So now he just has to survive two months in Gotham while knowing the entire Batclan’s secret identities.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool....

[dabuggh3]

Hi I love your fics! If you’re taking requests could you maybe write a scenario in which reader n hamzah meet for the first time, maybe through a mutual friend, and hamzah is totally smitten! What would he notice/like about reader? How would he act around them? Would Martin tease him abt it? 👉👈

HII thank you so much I’m glad you enjoy them!! My request are openn. Sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations I tried my best😭. Enjoy💗

It was Wednesday and your friend invited you to hang out with him and help, while he was in a studio helping with a photoshoot for his friends. You said why not, you needed to get out for a bit anyways. Plus you loved this kind of stuff, photography has always been one of your favorite hobbies. When you guys arrived, your friend invited you to sit in a couch while you guys waited for them to come.

As you lay on the couch you heard the door swing open and your friend say, “AHHHH finally, you guys take forever”, while laughing. “It wasn’t my fault, Hamzah takes forever to fix his fucking hair”, says a tall white guy. “ Yea okay blame me acting like you didn’t drive slow as fuck over here” says another tall, curly headed guy. They all start laughing and your friend says “oh this is my friend I invited her to come and help”. You get up and go over to them. “ Hi I’m Martin nice to meet you” “ Hi nice to meet you I’m Hamzah” They seemed extremely nice and you returned a smile and introduced yourself as well. You couldn’t help but notice how much Hamzah was staring at you while in group conversations. And you couldn’t lie you were doing the same he was a VERYYY attractive .

As Hamzah and Martin got dress your friend explained the concept of their photoshoot and what kind of vibes they were going for. As you’re helping set up lights and cameras, you hear laughing, when you turn you see Hamzah and Martin in blue scrubs. You couldn’t help but giggle as well. While taking the photo shoot the energy in the room was so good, the music in the background, everything was just perfect . While your friend was taking photos you were helping by giving your opinion on how you thought it looked.

You noticed Hamzah’s scrubs were a bit out of place. “ Hi sorry, your tag is sticking out I’m just going to fix it for you” “ Oh yea go ahead,… thank you” While putting it back in you got a whiff of his cologne, you normally hate strong cologne but his actually smelled so good. “You smell really good by the way” He stares and looks a bit flustered , he smiles, “Thank you”. Martin kind of giggles, “ Really, it’s not too over powering he leaves his scent in my house after he leaves”

“Really “ you laugh “ I wouldn’t mind it” you say .

You leave and go back behind the camera. And continue with the photoshoot, you guys take a lunch break. While you’re eating on the couch Hamzah comes and joins you. While Martin and your friend go over the photos that were taken. You notice that Hamzah isn’t in his scrubs anymore. He’s in a white tank top, a bit sweaty. You stare admiring him, noticing how tone his arms are.

You break the silence, “You like the photos so far” “ Yea of course you and (friend) are really talented thanks for helping out by the way” “ Of course I love photography plus your guys concept is so creative” “ Really I’m glad to see you like it” “ By the way how much is it going to be for my lunch” “ Oh no don’t worry you don’t have to pay me back” “ You sure I have no problem paying you back” “ No it’s okay ok Id be more than happy paying for it”

Martin hears and says ,” Thanks bro I wont be paying you back either” “ No your ass still owes me 24 dollars” “Yea Yea whatever” Soon you guys end the shoot and end up going out for ice cream.

Hamzah Pov:

Getting into the car he couldn’t help but stare at you. “ Hamzah stop staring you freak” “ Bro stop” “ You know you could just ask for her number right” “ Bro what are you doingg” “ You’re just gonna act like you’re not basically obsessed with her and you just met” “ Okay andd she’s really pretty am I just supposed to act like she’s not” “ No but if you like her that much give it chance and just ask” “Didn’t you hear her compliment your cologne, your scent *wink wink* ” “ Okay calm down, bro thinks were in a alpha episode game” “ Yea bro she can be your Dsstiny” “ Martin stoppp” “Cmon brudder, No but seriously just ask” “ Okayyyyuh” “ Don’t act like you don’t wanna ask so bad” “ Boy shut up and just keep driving”

Once you guys get the ice cream shop. You guys order your ice cream and stay in the shop to eat, talk and laugh about random stuff. Once the time comes to go home you say goodbye to Martin and Hamzah. You give them each a side hug and they thank you for helping. You get a bit cold so you decide to wait in the car while your friend is talking about some last minute things with Martin and Hamzah. You notice that Hamzah keeps looking at you in the car so you smile at him. He looks kind of nervous.

He comes over, “ I just wanted to say thank you, once again for helping” “ Oh of course, no problem” “Yea…so I was wondering, well if it’s okay with you and you didn’t have a boyfriend or something-“ “ Yes Hamzah I’d love to give u my number” “ Oh great then I’d love to give you mine too” “ Soo I’ll text you later then” “ Yea text me whenever” “ Great…well have a goodnight and I’ll see you soon” “ Yes see you soon ,Goodnight Hamzah”

[sp-by-april]

stan and kyle anon! i realize stoopid i sound id like a romantic stan and kyle smut:)) nice and calm and sweet

Sorry I may have leaned into the yearning too much lol. Style works best for me when it's Stan being a huge lovesick loser.

Kyle x Stan

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Kyle went home with Stan after his big basketball game. He was glad, Ike had been throwing tantrums, which was cute when he was a toddler, but now that he was in double digits? Obnoxious.

For his part, Stan was glad to have Kyle around. They were 17 now, but his hatred of the farm never faltered. He missed being less than an hour away from everything. He missed walking to his friend’s houses. He missed Kyle.

Except now they were both in the bathroom and Kyle was stripping down, and Stan thought he might have gotten in over his head.

Kyle had hit the gym too hard before the game and now he was sore. Stan hated seeing him in pain, and Kyle in pain wasn’t exactly a thrill to be around either. So Stan had an idea. A hot bath. Heat is good for sore muscles, right? That's a thing, isn't it?

Kyle fought the idea at first, but Stan pushed. Literally. He hit Kyle’s shoulder and he winced like he’d been in a battle. The sound that came out of him made it impossible to deny.

“You put bubbles in here?” Kyle snickered as he stepped out of his basketball shorts, “I’m not 10,”

“Yeah you fucking stink,” Stan’s face felt hot, “You need the extra perfume or whatever,”

Kyle rolled his eyes as he dropped into the tub and Stan breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down next to the tub and desperately tried to ignore the feelings pushing up against his zipper.

Kyle glanced over at Stan and pushed a wave of water at him, “You don’t have to baby sit me,”

“Not much else to do,” Stan shrugged.

Kyle sighed as his body began to relax and the tension began to melt away.

He sucked in a quick uneven breath, “Thanks,”

“You’re welcome,” Stan blinked, “Does it feel okay?”

Without thinking Stan dipped his hand in the tub and it landed on Kyle’s thigh.

Instead of yanking his hand away, Stan took a risk. He slid his palm over his skin and gently massaged the tense aching muscle underneath.

“It feels– ” Kyle’s breath hitched, “It feels good,”

Kyle’s muscles weren’t the only things aching. As soon as the words came out of Kyle’s mouth, Stan’s cock throbbed so hard he worried that he might faint.

More than that, he could feel Kyle getting harder and harder as he touched him. The water hid nothing.

He took another risk. Stan took Kyle into his hand and began to stroke him, cautiously at first, but once Kyle’s head lolled back, he picked up the pace and firmness of his grip.

Kyle’s cock was thick and while this wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, he couldn’t believe how good it felt holding his manhood in his hand, and how turned on he was just touching him that way.

Kyle bucked up into his hand slightly and Stan was throbbing so hard, it felt like he had a second heartbeat.

Stan couldn’t help but start to stroke himself through his pants with his other hand. He worried what would happen if he didn’t get just a little relief.

Kyle reached into the splashing water and grabbed Stan’s wrist, “Stop,”

Stan blinked and quickly withdrew his hand. He really worried he might have fucked up. Now they were going to have to spend the entire weekend pretending it never happened. The same as every other time.

“Get in here,” Kyle finally said.

Stan started to strip immediately.

Kyle pulled his knees up and Stan was glad the water was still hot as he submerged himself at the other end of the tub.

Kyle sat up onto his knees and leaned over Stan. He curled a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

[greenday-bingus]

[𝒜𝓇𝓂𝓎 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈] (JJK x Blood User!Reader)

𝟐.𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

CH.1 CH.2

ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟᴇʀ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴏʀ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ!

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♥ [Chapter 1] Just like Heaven ♥

‘Briiing Briiing’ 

“Hey shouldn’t you pick that up?” 

You were currently walking through a very crowded and busy sidewalk with your very close friends. You guys were shopping and taking stops to eat small pastries, having the time of your lives, until you saw the caller ID. Gojo-Sensei.

“Jeez what’s wrong? You look disappointed,” one of your other friends pointed out. “Because I am! Let’s go somewhere less crowded so I can take this phone call.” You and your friends joined hands and began to run off to somewhere more peaceful. Unfortunately you ended up bumping into multiple people, and got a lot shouted at a lot. One of your friends pointed out a small empty cafe to go to, so the small group quickly went inside.

“Okay guys I’ll be back!” your friends nodded and picked a place to sit at. You went inside the restrooms and closed one of the stalls. “Wow, I really thought you would have never answered me! My star student, ignoring me-”

“What is it, spit it out, I don’t have all day, I barely got out of school,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were a sorcerer, a very cursed one, though you were somewhat sparred, but at what cost? A ton of Missions and almost death experiences a normal teenager shouldn’t go through. Normal people don’t see inhuman things cling to people and drain them. Normal teenagers don’t fight these imaginary objects, yet here you are calling one of the most powerful sorcerers telling you, you need to get your ass up and kill some things. “Well you wouldn’t have to worry about having to travel so much if you just stayed at Tokyo jujutsu, or if you weren’t running away from-”

“Okay!” you yelled before covering your mouth, you were being too loud. “Okay, I get it, but I’m still trying to live a normal life,” on the other side of the phone you could hear Gojo giggling. “Whatever just tell me where and when and who, and” you let out a dramatic sigh, “and I’ll be there,” 

Now you’re currently running towards the one and only Megumi Fushiguro, “Fushiguuuuro! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!,” he turned around and pretended to not see you. “I know you see me! C’mon we gotta do this together!” You could hear Megumi mumble to himself saying, “why did I have to be paired with you out all the other students…” Megumi turned around feeling your hand on his shoulder, “Do you really hate me thaaat much? It’ll be done, quick and easy,” Megumi gave you a scowl. 

“Knowing you, you’ll fuck it up,” you raised an eyebrow to him. “You do realize that I’m gonna be a first grade sorcerer soon right?...” Megumi only rolled his eyes and began to walk off into the abandoned building, a hotel from what you could make out. You quickly caught up with Megumi, staying very close to his side. You grabbed a flashlight from your school bag, and gave it to Megumi. He turned it on and started to look around everywhere, “so what are we looking for?”

Megumi again rolled his eyes, “I feel like you should know this… But we’re looking for a couple of grade 3 curses, many idiots go through this abandoned hotel to do theft and graffiti, but they never came back.” You nodded while listening and prepared your technique, blood manipulation. That’s right, you were from the Kamo clan, but you left not wanting to be a part of them. 

In order to escape from them, you managed to hide your cursed energy very well, most sorcerers wouldn’t even notice you because of it. Until of course Tokyo jujutsu found you, saying they’ll throw you to the Kamo clan if you don’t become a sorcerer for them. But you were able to make a compensation with them, you would still go to your old school to actually learn , and to Tokyo for training and missions and such. Another thing was being able to have a dorm there too, since your parents were nowhere to be seen.

“Fushiguro, it is so quiet in here, normally with curses being around, it would be somewhat noisy?” Megumi rose an eyebrow and took some thought, “I guess you’re right, something is wrong-”

Something quickly smacks Megumi into a wall, making him break it from how hard the impact was. It managed to scrape your cheek, “there is no way that curse is a grade 3!” You looked around very quickly, hoping to spot a glimpse of what hit Megumi, “are you good Fushiguro?” He let out a small groan before summoning his divine dogs. They quickly go to stand by your side making sure you don’t get striked by the curse.

Megumi slowly gets up from the crumbled wall, and takes out a sword, quickly getting into a fighting position. The flash light that was in Megumi’s hand was long gone, making the room dark. You could feel your heart rate shoot up quickly, “ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ” you whispered to yourself. You had a small dagger made of blood, but now half of your face was stained with blood. Megumi's eyes then widened, “watch out!”

You quickly slashed your dagger and transformed it into a long blade, you managed to cut the curse in half. You started to laugh, “imagine losing to that?” You stared at Megumi’s face (or tried to, it was hard to make out any details) but he had a horrid look on his face. You slowly turned around to see the curse was split into two. “C’mon!” you yelled.

Megumi starts dashing at you, looks like he needed you to give him a boost, so you crouched down and cupped your hands together. He takes a step into your hand and jumps up as you give him the boost. He then uses his dogs to bite the curse, once they were distracted he quickly exorcizes them. 

He then falls gracefully on the ground, “I hope to god there isn’t more.” Megumi then gives you a fearful look once again as more of the same curse walks in.

You let out a groan and got prepared to fight again.

You and Megumi manage to exorize every curse in the cursed building, only for you to fall face first into the ground. “Don’t tell me you’re anemic, I am not carrying you!” Megumi expected a reaction from you, but saw you didn’t even twitch. “Hey? Hello? Are you in there?” he started to shake your body. 

As he shakes your body trying to wake you up, a car pulls up right next to the both of you. The window rolled down, and Megumi was met with a certain white hair teacher. “Hey Megumi, you didn’t kill my student right?” Iijichi was in the driver seat and had his mouth gaped open, “don’t talk about students dying!” Megumi rolled his eyes as the two adults bicker with each other, he then picks your body up and places you in the backseat. He then buckled you up so you wouldn’t go flying because who knows what could happen when Gojo is in the car.

Megumi laid back, as he wiped some sweat off his head. He normally didn’t break a sweat fighting curses but this time it was more life threatening. He almost summoned Mahoraga, only to be stopped when you whipped him with your blood. 

While Megumi was stuck in his head, Gojo twisted his body to face Megumi.

“I got a mission for you Megumi.”

You woke up in the car feeling very drained, everything was pretty blurry but you could hear Gojo and Iijichi talking about something. You rubbed your eyes and sighed, you looked over to your side and saw Megumi with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Damn he has some long lashes,” you thought to yourself, you wished to be blessed with natural long lashes. “Gojo, can we get Wendy’s? I’m hungry and thirsty!”

Gojo jumped a bit, he forgot you were in the car. You were almost invisible to him, reminding him of someone he wants to forget about. “Why eat Wendy's when you have something luxurious?”

Ahh rich people. “But Wendy's.”

“Wendy’s isn’t even healthy!”

“Says you, don’t act like I don’t see you eat sweets all the damn time,”

“I told you I have a condition!”

Megumi opened his eyes because he heard the two of you bicker with each other. He wished he could block the sounds of you guys. “Why can’t we just have a home cooked meal!?” 

Gojo and you looked at Megumi and then nodded, “okay? But what if-“

“You know what it’s not my fault if you don’t put a damn apron,” Megumi reached for his back trying to tie his apron, failing to have it tied together. “you took the big one, this tiny one,” you held up a really small pink apron that was definitely for a 10 year old, “will cover nothing!”

You go behind Megumi and tied his apron together with a bow for him. With him being stubborn you didn’t even ask if needed help, because he would’ve said no. ��At least it covers something,” Megumi decided to return the favor and put the small apron on you and then tied it regularly. 

“I feel stupid,”

“that’s great because you look stupid,”

“I hate you,”

Gojo sat in the kitchen scrolling through his phone doing god knows what. Sometimes giggling at his phone like a teen.

You and Megumi stopped bickering after hearing Gojo giggle like a mad man. The two of you then slowly turn to look at each other, then slowly back at the food. “Anyways, I forgot to tell you, you can stop calling me Fushiguro, just call me by my name.”

Finally on close terms with the one and only Megumi!? 

“Tuna tuna,” 

“Hey guys what are you guys up to? We smelt something and it smelt great,” 

“Yeah smells pretty good,”

The second years came into the kitchen deciding to lounge around and see what you and Megumi were up to. “Just making some rice and chicken, did you guys want some?”

Megumi threw you a dirty look, there were too many people in the kitchen, and he did not want to cook for more people. At this point who knows how long it’ll be before he beats someone up. “Yeah sure, I'm pretty hungry,” Maki smiled and adjusted her glasses. Toge and Panda nodded in agreement.

“Can you guys at least get out of the kitchen then? Even having Gojo in here it feels crowded,”  Megumi said as he gently took the salt out of your hands and salted the chicken for you. 

“Yeah, get outta here you strays” you said in your mind as you threw the chicken on the pan.

“Man,”

“what?” Megumi raised an eyebrow as he also cooks the chicken on a different pan. 

“I can’t believe we’re gonna have another student here! I heard that she’s from the country side, and she’s a girl! And guess what? She’s gonna be in our grade, I’m so happy!”

“How are you going to meet her, don’t you go to another school?”

“…”

Damn he really got you there. You weren’t really close to any of the student and teachers at Tokyo jujutsu high, except for Megumi and Gojo, and that’s even a long shot for being close to them.

But it’s completely fine, you spend most of your time with your actual school friends. You would set the whole world on fire just for them, they meant a lot to you. They’ve been there for you since middle school, it was one of the reasons why you fight so hard to stay there.

Your small group of friends are basically family to you. 

“Close friendships is what I care about!”

“You’re a Jujutsu sorcerer, you should be concerned about fighting curses.”

Right, you could never experience normal teen life with this curse. 

“Shut up and grow up, because when I see you I throw up,”

“Freak”

Extra

What an idiot, you forgot your umbrella. You knew you were forgetting something, but your brain did that thing where you can’t remember what you forgot. Now all your clothes and homework is wet, you held your small bag over your head as you looked for shelter.

BAM!

It’s the end for your book bag as you drop it into the puddle. “Crap! Mr. White is going to kill me! All my chemistry papers!” 

You completely forgot you bumped into a person. Damn, you should get your head checked. 

As you reach for your book bag, the stranger before you had grabbed it for you. You looked up and saw the stranger. 

“Holy crap he’s gorgeous! His hair is so long, and his skin is practically perfect! Except for those stitches in his head. I wondered what happened”

“Ah, I’m sorry Sir!”

“Oh may you look very drenched!” His voice was smooth and low. “Looks like you need an Umbrella, let me walk you?”

“Uhm”

STRANGER DANGER. At this point I'm using an umbrella, you’re already wet, your chem papers are wet, maybe you should give up now. You lived a long, fulfilling life, right? “Only if you don’t mind!” 

You got under his umbrella but kept your distance. Walking with him was Awkward for sure.

“I guess if he tries anything, I could definitely take in a fight. Probably, I mean he probably won’t expect it. Probably.”

“So, you have anywhere to be?”

“Uhm just the nearest convenience store will do,” you started to sweat, it’s hard talking to older men, mostly because who knows what they’re thinking. 

The stranger nodded and took you to the nearby convenience store. “What a nice gentleman, I hope he has a great day.”

Which you probably think if you didn’t feel like a wet cat who’s been kicked out of its home. The feeling of wet clothes clinging to your skin felt awful and made you want to die on the inside. The nice man walked you inside the small store and left. 

“Sigh, he’s so beautiful! I hope I see him again one day,” you sighed some more.

“Are you gonna stand there or are you going to buy something!?”

[brighttears]

i love your characterization of Joel!! he’s just the perfect mix of protective and angsty and sweet!

id like to request a drabble or fic (whatever one you’re comfortable with) of Insecure! joel. Maybe it’s because of the age gap, or he feels like he can’t protect you well enough like younger guys can! i really loved the fic where he’s watching the reader sleep and the convo they have after it’s so sweet. Maybe a little bit of a continuation of that?

sorry if this is all over the place, and if you decide to write this then thank you! :)

Joel Miller x reader 

No physical description except for having hair, no use of y/n, completely gender neutral 

Warnings: language, mentions of death, age-gap, pet names (baby)

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I know my writing has been lacking so I hope this isn’t trash and thank you for the request !! I enjoyed writing this :3

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Joel smooths his hair back, sighing at the gray in his reflection. He turns his head to the side and pulls at the lines connecting his nose to his mouth, then his cheek down, which accentuates the tired gouges under his eyes. He inspects the crow’s feet reaching out to his temple. Are those freckles, age spots, or just being unclean? He’d never noticed before how much of his mustache and beard were near completely gray. The knuckles of the hand on his face are scarred on top of scars from decades of fistfights and beatings. To be fair, the cracked mirror is extremely dirty, but Joel knows that doesn’t make a real difference. At the sink in the grimy bathroom, Joel condemns his reflection. 

He’s old. Only recently had he realized this, or started paying real attention to it. With too much else to crowd his mind, Joel had almost forgotten his age; he hadn't had to think about it.

What really bothers him, aesthetics aside, is how his bones ache when the weather changes now, how his knees hurt and he’s out of breath when he walks up more than three flights of stairs. He reminds himself of his dad when he groans getting out of a seat and it takes him four times longer than it used to. 

What all this means is he’s growing less capable, and it’ll only get worse, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’ll only get slower and soon enough he’ll be deaf. He won’t be able to aim a gun or actually run. He snickers at the thought of dying from old age instead of a bullet. 

His real worry isn’t with himself, though: it’s always you first. If he can’t run, how will he get you out of somewhere when you need to escape? If he can’t hear, how will he know if someone’s sneaking up behind him? What if you’re screaming for him and he can’t hear you? What if he doesn’t notice a Clicker in time? If his vision goes and he loses his aim then he can’t hunt to feed you, not to mention that a gun is the first line of defense against everything. 

He’s been sure, pretty much since the day you met, that he is going to protect you until the day he dies, but he hadn’t been thinking about the threat of aging. 

Interrupting him, you push the door open and stroll into the bathroom. You come up behind him to slink your hands around him and knit your fingers together on his pudgy belly. Leaning to the side so that you can look at the reflection of you and him, your cheek presses against the side of his arm. Joel moves a hand over yours and sighs, a smile teasing his lips. 

“Look at you, pretty boy.” You tell his reflection. He titters. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinkin’… ‘bout how I look like I could be your dad.”

You pull away, playfully punch his arm and laugh, “Fuck off!”

“I do, though, look.” Joel takes your wrist to lightly pull you back to him at the sink, holding you by your middle behind you, he rests his chin on your shoulder so that faces are side by side in the mirror. 

Joel reaches a hand up to touch your hair, holding a piece up to be viewed. His head moves up and down from his stable chin as he talks, “My hair’s goin’ gray.”

“You’re a silver fox.” You counter. 

Joel chuckles. “Silver fox?” 

“Yes.” You turn in his arms to face him, “You trying to tell me you're ugly? Because you should know not to even try it.”

“I’m tryin’ t’say I’m old.”

“‘Old’ isn’t the first word that comes to mind." You reach up to run your hand through his hair, speaking to it, "But, first of all, it means you’ve made it far enough to start getting gray hair. And I mean, these days, people start going gray by the time they’re thirty. I don’t know why you’re so worried about it.”

“I’m not just talkin’ about the hair. I mean, I’m gettin’… less and less capable. Not that I was ever—” he pauses, deciding on different words, but they’re not much better, “I’m gettin’ worse.” 

“Worse?” Your forehead creases, “I don’t like this rabbit hole you’re going down.”

“It’s not a rabbit hole. It’s the truth.”

“Joel. The fact that you’re fifty six” Joel inwardly cringes at you saying his age out loud, “means that you’re more than capable. You should wear it as a badge of honor.”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout how I feel about it, I’m talking about my faculties.”

“No, I know. I’m trying to say that your age represents how fucking good you are at surviving. It’s badass.” You raise your eyebrows at him. 

“I’m not concerned about me.” Is all he replies with. 

There’s a pause. You sigh and survey his face. “I trust you. I know you can keep me safe.”

Joel pulls away from you, frustrated, “That doesn’t matter. I mean, it matters, but that’s still not what I’m talkin’ about. I can try as hard as I want, and I’m gonna do everything I can to keep you safe, but what about when tryin’s not enough?” Joel’s looking at you, but not really—really, he’s flipping through the thoughts in his head, perfervid, “What about when tryin’ is too slow? When I can’t fight someone off’a me? Or you? What about when I go fuckin’ blind and can’t shoot a gun? I mean I’m already fuckin’ up, I can’t—I can’t—”

“Are you saying you want me to leave? I’m too much for you?”

“No, no baby no, I don’t want you to go please don’t go—”

“Joel, calm down.” You put your hands on his shoulders to get his attention but speak softly to bring him down, “You are getting in your head about this. Everything is ok. You’re fine, I’m fine.”

“But what about—“ 

“I don’t care, Joel, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is right now. That’s all I can afford, and your soul’s just as broke as mine is. Can you just be here, with me, now?”

“Yes, yeah, I can. You’re right baby I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be sorry Joel.” You smile, almost chuckling at him, “I’m not scolding you, you’re not in trouble for worrying.” You give him a short, soft kiss but he won't let it go, chasing your lips. He puts his hand behind your head to hold it in place and then brings the rest of him to you with his hand on your jaw. He repeatedly smacks your lips but deepens the kiss each time. And then you’re making out, which Joel loves to do because it makes him feel young again. When he pulls back away, you wrap your arms around his neck, naturally beaming. Joel takes notice of the wrinkles on your own face, the crow's feet and smile lines like his. He traces a finger over them. 

Sometimes the love makes his chest ache. His heart has a habit of making it feel like he’s already lost whatever it is it’s loving. Love and fear muddle together sometimes, and he's not always sure which one he’s feeling when he looks at you. All he knows is that no matter how tightly he holds you, you never feel close enough, and no matter how long he does, it always feels like you’re about to slip away. With his age, he’s not afraid of dying first, it is exactly the opposite; Joel is terrified of you dying first, because of him.

Part of him wants you to leave him, find someone younger, stronger, faster, still sharp, someone who can protect you better than he can. He’d even tried shoving you away once, but you would have none of it. That’s when he opened up for the first time about his insecurity with his age, and that was the first time you saw him cry. 

The rest of him says that he can’t live without you. What else is there left to do if it’s not for you? You are his risk, the twine holding him here, what keeps him awake, what reminds him that his skin can be supple. He is a shield, but he is built out of wood. 

You take both of your hands to caress Joel’s face and whisper, “Grow old with me.” 

He brings his hands over yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. Your finger twirls a lock of gray next his ear, thumb brushing down his cheek, palm on his patchy beard. He relaxes into your touch. From it, he knows where he is now, what’s real. He understands that you’re right here with him, safe and sound, letting him love you, and that’s what matters. Years and heart be damned, love ages, but it doesn’t get old.

[cawcawbeech]

SIX OF CROWS AND KISSING !!

(Welcome to this silly but intricate guide nobody asked for)

Just so everybody knows and is fully aware, I literally never kissed anybody in my whole damn life. I dont much care to try (for now) unless your name is Amita fucking Suman (jkjk, or not), but that doesnt mean I didnt do some very extensive research on the topic just so I can write what are hopefully non-generic scenes where all of my favorite characters make out till the following sunrise without a single other thought plaguing their empty little minds (exception being if the said thought is used to deepen 'the plot').

Before I say much else, I would like to note that THIS is just a very detailed bullet point list on kissing for all of my boys and girls separate of their partners assigned to them in canon or by the fandom. We will get to how it would actually go in different scenarios with different ships a bit later on if I decide it wont be a waste of my time. PS: No, not every kiss / kisser has to be extraordinary or unique or have whatever traits I ended up slapping on these characters here, Im just extra like that. And its not like anybody can stop me. Deal with it and simply enjoy (whatever this may be)!

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JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Jesper has had his fair share of practice in this particular field, we all know it. That is no reason to say that he is a perfect kisser, there are many who have done way more, constantly brag about it, and yet still leave you disappointed. But, this is Jesper we are talking about. Kuwei has said that he is a great kisser too, I choose to trust him on that. That joke he made to cheer up Wylan at Olendaal, the one about kissing Nina / Matthias 'with tongue', it doesnt have to mean anything, but I like to think he is a tongue kind of guy. I also like to think that he is adaptable to any type of person though, he aims to please through-and-through. It saddens me to look deeper, to think about how that may be a result of his low self-esteem, but in moments like these, it makes him happy most of the time, and it is all I could hope for when it comes to my boy.

The first relationship he had been a witness to, the one his mother and father shared before her death, had been a very healthy one. I wouldnt call Colm the perfect father, certainly not after his wife was gone, albeit he is significantly better compared to the hands the rest of our favourite characters have been dealth with, but he was good to Aditi. Most kids, including myself, were the type to be grossed out by PDA, especially when its between their parents, and while thats not in any way a bad thing, we can clearly see that Jesper was not of that type.

Despite his many faults, he was raised fairly well. He knows how to make a comfortable environment, to recognize a clear invitation, what to ask and what not to ask, what is acceptable and what he shouldnt do without a more in-depth discussion. He knows how to create and opportunity where one could deny him if they so wished. I wouldnt say its some overly high bar to jump over, if anything it is the most basic standard any and all should hold themselves to, but I call Jesper 'the consent king' for a reason.

Its said in the book that his mind empties when he kisses the right person, that thinking of methaphors clearly means something is wrong, but hes still pretty descriptive in his POVs if you ask me. Its also very clear that he likes to kiss deep, slow, and involve other sensations throughout which is the part where Id like to include some of my very own hcs (slight temperature / texture play where he drags his rings over skin, hair pulling is a given but I can see him also liking to touch peoples ears a lot, talking in between and whispering during the few subtly initiated pauses, etc). Jespers favourite type of kiss would probably be those he iniciates as soon as he wakes up in the morning. It rains often in Ketterdam, its normal, so he would also probably be one of the rare creatures among the regular Kerch citizens who finds kissing in the rain romantic.

KAZ BREKKER (RIETVELD)

Kaz will have to go through some major healing first, no doubts about that, but Id say he would probably be one of the elite members of the 'Im keeping my eyes open for this' club (until he isnt). I doubt he does much analyzing during, mentally he is on another planet thats probably many lightyears away as he tends to do with a lot of other even remotely intimate things, but theres lots of squinting, eyelid fluttering... Kaz is basically a personafication of that cliche 'when did I close them' quote. In my own experience, I can barely hold eye contact when talking, but I dont really see this as a bad trait. I also dont see it as a trauma response either like some would assume it would be for Kaz, I think its just a him thing. If this man didnt want to kiss somebody, you would not be kissing him, end of.

He likes to focus on teeth, whether by unconsciously (or consciously) biting his partner, having your teeth bump into each other, or licking his own after youre done. Theres lots of shuddering, youll feel him there more than youll hear him, but he is not completely silent either. I dont think he would like beeing cornered, picked up or lifted in any way except on very rare occasions. Just like the pulse thing where he feels for it on the wrist (or neck once he is more comfortable), feeling his weight including the pain of his leg serves to ground him. Perhaps he might also like feeling of you breathing through your nose on his face for the same reasons? He doesnt like leaving things unfinished, even if its just a peck, he will make sure it feels 'complete', I dont know how else to put it. If anybody could overuse the words "Again?", it would be Kaz motherfucking Brekker.

Im in no way saying he will be good, in fact, theres lots of traits here that many wouldnt like, but he tries when he wants to (and again, you would not be kissing this man if he didnt want it), he will learn and he will remember the smallest of details (so that he can ponder over them later). The only thing we hear about Kazs appearance related to his mouth is that there is a scar running through his upper lip. I never got it when people talked about kisses having a taste, but Kaz seems to often call people light-weight, so clearly, he handles his alcohol well, perhaps having developed such a habit to settle down his own supposedly non-existent nerves. It might not be the main reason, we heard about him being on the receiving end of many fights that in certain circumstances and with the ways they are handled lead to similar results, but liquor does leave one dehydrated and with chapped lips.

WYLAN VAN ECK (HENDRIKS)

Unless he is particulary fired up, Wylan likes to start slow and chaste no matter if you are the first, the thousanth person he has kissed or just a person he has kissed a thousand times. Unlike Kaz, he has some experience, sheltered kids know how to have fun in secret (and Im the last person who would ignore that 'lie' about him being kicked out for bedding the tutor, theres some truth to everything), but he is also nowhere near the level of Jesper or Nina or Matthias. We know he likes when his partner feels calm and like they are actually in their body before he goes in for the kill, we saw it with Jesper, but we also see that he isnt the type who needs to ask every time and will just do it when 'the time feels right'. Look out, he just might squeeze into your shirt while youre wearing it and do a makeshift 'surprise attack' from there if he is determined enough for it.

From that, we could say he might have some other habits, including but not limited to the familiar one of guiding his partner through breathing patterns. Maybe sometimes he likes to hold onto your forearms more tightly than necessary (not forcefully though), have your knees touch and bump into one another, straighten his own / your items of clothing, compare hand sizes while making weirdly-intense eye contact, use his thumb to subtly rub at a random tensed muscle, touch foreheads if he is tall enough or rub his face along the side of your neck, anything that would focus your attention to him and the moment... Ironically, as a follow up to the last point and as the kiss drags on, he forgets that he is an actual person who has a weight to them and has to lean back against something with the help of his partner before he falls down and cracks his goddamn skull open.

He likes to leave an effect on whoever he is kissing, but he also likes to 'clean up after himself' as much as possible after its done, which once again serves to bring both of you back down. So yeah, he would probably do something like twirling a stay peace of hair around his finger before neatly tucking it back in place, running that same finger across a brow, down the nose or along the jawline, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, hips or elbows, swaying a bit to slowly return the atmosphere back to relaxed as he secretely links your pinky fingers together. Lips would be his main focus, and he especially likes the soothing effect it has when he is sleepy, but he could also grow to like eyelid, nose, tummy or thigh kisses when it comes to placement.

INEJ GHAFA

Inej has had many men kiss her throughout her life, and unfortunately, theres no need to debate whether she truly enjoyed any of them. Oh how I would love to say that every shitty person is also shit at every other skill they try to master, however, that doesnt have to be the case. The fact that she was a brothel girl doesnt have to mean all of her kisses were bad (to specify, that refers to the technique). That being said, I think she would appreciate the message more than the way its done. It also might result in her not exactly caring about the placement of a kiss, palm, knuckles, hair, cheek, neck, lips, any of them would be equally as intimate to her, platonic or otherwise. Its somewhat similar to what Wylan also likes, but very different too once you look further.

As is with Kaz, you would not be kissing the Inej we know now unless she didnt want you to. I probably should have said this earlier, no, I dont mean that any of the other Crows would enjoy a kiss that was not what they wanted, they wouldnt ignore the signs and will fight the person off if needed, but I hope you understand why Im emphasizing it for these two in particular. I think her kisses would be short, but sweet, a petite little package that can deliver a punch under a right set of conditions, just like she can, the same going for her ship. Physically, we know her lips have an upturn to their shape. As is true with alcohol, salt water has the same drying effect that is only made worse by licking.

One other feature that might make Inejs kisses unique is a possibility of her aquiring more jewellery during her travels. I always imagined that the Suli find piercings to be very meaningful. Perhaps she had some since a very young age, perhaps they were taken from her too during her time at the Menagerie, maybe the holes closed naturally over the long months, maybe she got more whilst working for Kaz, and although it was not put there for such a reason, a lip ring (just as an example) has quite a pleasing effect for either side.

She holds a special appreciation for people who remember their first kiss, or at least remember their first kiss with her, a courtesy she will offer in return as well. It takes special kind of brave to get close (she knows better than most) and never lets the feat of overcoming fear go unappreciated. For some reason, I can see her counting the seconds, not for any reason at all. I wouldnt say its something particulary good nor bad, but Inej doesnt give me the 'let me kiss your words away' signals no matter the situation. The phrases that would fit more would be "We will get through this", "Stay strong, for you", "Lets face it together" or "We shall see each other once more". She seems like the type to keep her affairs secret, but at the end of the day, I also dont think she would mind PDA all that much.

KUWEI YUL-BO

I know the fandom likes to joke that Kuwei is the bad kisser between the two, seeing as to how Jesper was left 'disappointed' even before knowing the truth behind who he was actually kissing... But I dont think that had to do much with the kiss itself. We were told that Jesper liked Kuweis body plenty enough, but even if it were really Wylan (both in shape and spirit), Jesper wasnt in the right space, and Kuweis silence and mannerisms didnt do much to help.

Now, this is a personal headcanon, but one of the habits I think he might pick up in the Little Palace would be scratching his nose or covering his mouth before he goes in for a kiss. Or well, I like to imagine that being his tell among all the snarky comebacks, vicious flirting and sly glances. And seeing as to how playful he is with his powers and how much he grows to use them for mischief and otherwise in KOS, I like to think that his face is always warm to the touch as Kuwei himself is constantly touching it. Random instert, this man unironically likes lemons and you will without a doubt taste quite an assortment of teas while with him.

Some people care about the emotional setting, some like keeping it casual, and some like having that perfect mix of both. Kuwei might acknowledge that in different ways and act accordingly, but I also think he might care more about the physical setting and connect good actions with places rather than specific people or mutual feelings. This man is a certified tease, unless you pull him towards you which is exactly what he wants, he is 100%, absolutely ready to keep a partner on the edge of their seat, kiss the corner of their mouth, or maybe with the lips barely touching. Instead of licking his own lips out of habit or to seduce, he would lick yours. Kuwei being a tease might also be a way for him to set up walls? In a sense that hes reminding both himself and the person hes kissing that this is just a kiss and it doesnt mean anything. And when hes kissed by someone he loves and trusts, hes downright pathetic, super soft and annoyingly sweet about it.

I dont know where else to put it so it will have to be here, but I like to think he chewed on his lips a lot as a child and whilst in captivity, leaving him with barely visible indents once he reached adulthood. When it comes to the type, Id say he could end up enjoying goodnight kisses next to the fireplace or lit by the flame in his own hand more than he would like doing anything in the early morning. Kuwei tends to get frustrated and bored easily so that might lead to certain effects as well, more specifically the speed, angle and desperation. He has hid for long enough and doesnt much care about who sees what, only whether they got a nice view from wherever they were standing at the time.

NINA ZENIK

Nina has practiced CPR from a very young age (I wouldnt call any of those a true kiss by any means, but it will make slightly more sense in just a moment), we see her perform one on Kaz in the books without hesitation, so I doubt her first 'kiss' was particularly enjoyable or wholly consentual or that she even remembers it. Perhaps from that, her kisses would grow to be particulary breathy in the future, although that doesnt mean its some kind of rule or that its not just a result of her personality being put into how she goes about it. We already know temple kisses are her thing among some other stuff, but she also doesnt seem to have a similar kind of bond with any other type that is not at neck level or above. Shes fine with them, but always seems to go to certain spots herself when she has a choice, singing and laughing through all of it. As Matthias tends to say a lot, the chase is a game to her, whether on top or beneath, she still wins.

Her skin is said to be soft, and supposedly so are her lips, plus the girl is a Heartrender and that surely results in many privileges. Surprisingly enough, I wouldnt say she is particularly experienced in the world of romance, even if her talent at sweet-talking might suggest otherwise. Perhaps shes had flings, one or two, maybe even a relationship at some point, but I dont see much more in my visions of her backstory. "Dont you want to play with me?" and "Cant you handle it?" are some of the repeating phrases in her vocabulary, but oh, it only gets worse once she feels well and truly romanced, swept off her feet as one might say, and that takes lots of effort. Its a good thing we know Nina has some high expectations, that way all of us can be her personal wingmen.

If anybody could obtain the famous movie achievement of leaving a string of saliva to connect her lips with her partners for just a few more moments, it would be Nina. Speaking of such things, she may also be the only one for who the 'let me kiss you against this wall so that they dont spot us' scenario might actually work (in theory), or at least give her enough time to incapacitate them during their confusion since she tends to be quite loud appearance wise. Likes being attended to and coddled, and no kiss has a chance without a firm grab or two. Will die if you do a tango dip with her in your arms. She is one of the biggest fans of mistletoes and finds it extremely romantic. Sometimes, when she is invited to watch a play or show, she will turn around and kiss her partner whenever the actors do. "Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you. ... But maybe also you if you did it again."

MATTHIAS BENEDIK HELVAR

And finally, we have our romantic-at-heart of the group, Matthias. Now, his and Ninas romance is the most obvious and out-in-the-open throughout the whole duology, and frankly he is the one I had the most trouble with writing, but the difference between seeing their first kiss from Ninas perspective and the one of Matthias is that theirs was his first kiss ever. All of his actions leading up to it, as well as those after, are a promise in some way or another, and Im not only talking about his vow to her. Nothing could have prepared me for when he lifted Nina straight off her feet and held her there as he kissed her, yet it was also the most in-character thing he ever could have done.

Matthias will absolutely, every time, start an hour long conversation on what led him to this moment, if it is the right time, the right place, the right everything... He will continue up until he himself is basically internally shouting at his own mouth to shut itself (he has very low patience despite everything mentioned above) or his partner takes the initiative themselves. The second option is prefered by both parties and a 5-star whine is the expected plus-one to excellent service. He is the type to gulp when you get too close. Will go mad if you can tell when he is holding on by a thread despite his lack of many facial expressions, especially if told something along the lines of "Just lose control, love".

He is particularly sensitive for textures. All humans are to some extent, the lips have more nerve endings in them than fingertips, but Matthias is the one who is fullfilled by it the most and frequently says stuff related to it like "Are you wearing chapstick?" or "I can feel the dip of your scar". Often acknowledges indirect kisses. Matthias has once said that kissing isnt about romance, that it should be proper and only done as a follow up to a conventional Fjerdan courtship, and while lots about him has changed during his canonical relationship with Nina, I think he might still enjoy going through at least some of these with somebody who might appreciate his efforts. Matthias is still highly religious even if he is now seeing the world from another perspective and there are some cultural things that for him go deeper than just tradition. In a very specific headcanon of mine, he has grown up fantasizing about having to lift up your chin to do it, and so now he does so even with taller partners who can reach his mouth just fine.

He would 100% take the 'Will you love me if I was a worm' jokes way too seriously. "How am I supposed to handle a worm? I could hold a butterfly, maybe kiss you if you were a wolf (but thats after a very extensive inspection of your molars)". Kisses the back of your neck after putting on a necklace. Pretends that lipstick stains dont turn him on to the highest setting.

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[orlamccools]

vent post under the cut- if youve got advice id love to hear it

so. ive been talking to this guy for a long ass while, you can scroll thru the last tag on this post to see what its all about, but long story short is this: i asked him out two saturdays agoto my friends going away party (which was held this past friday). hes met this friend once before, and we planned to meet at her place and then maybe go out to the bars after

entire week he is super into it, texts me more often than normal, creates a spotify blend for the two of us (w that feature that lets you combine your tastes into a single playlist) like im getting VIBES. and he asks abt our plans!!!! we make a solid schedule!!!

night of the party he texts me at 8:45 checking in to see if its all happening and i say yeah. i get home from work, change, then get to my friends house and text him that im here. he doesnt respond for an hour and finally says something abt how he has to charge his phone before coming out. im like ok man whatever i just want to hang so do what you gotta do. another half hour passes and then he hits me with the "hey idk if im gonna make it out". im disappointed by this, so i respond with like a "damn that kinda sucks :/" message. at this point i expect him to stop messaging me, but then he texts me quite literally for the rest of the night. like he literally doesnt stop until i text him that im walking home.

saturday i see him in person for a short period when he does the close out but another driver fucking also comes to sweep the store and just. will not stop talking to the dude in question. he like tries to get away twice but between customers and this other guy we dont talk like at all. after the other driver leaves and the store is closed he comes back in to use the bathroom and like stands by the door for a moment so i like look over but all he does is smile and wave then leave.

SATURDAY NIGHT. he texts me at like 8 responding to a text i had sent the previous night asking if im going out again tonight. i said yeah (bc a separate friend had a party) and he was like bet lemme know where youre at i might stop by and see you. i send him the address of the restaurant and proceed to hang w my friends until midnight. hes again texting me all night abt getting ready to head out but when we finally leave he hits me with the "finally leaving now where should i meet you". at this point i am exhausted, as ive just finished my first week of classes, had drunk heavily over the past 48 hours, and had worked a 13 hr workday that day. i text him and say im like too tired im going home and hes like damn :////

yesterday night. i do an eras movie night w my friends and i send a picture of the opening sequence to the ppl i have snapchat streaks with. he snaps me the rest of the night and is like "ohhhh you should have invited me" and stuff like that and its like. i didnt invite you for a multitude of reasons but like you ditched plans once this weekend and kept pushing back the other time i tried to invite you out, so why do you think i would ask you a third time???????

and now im just confused bc like. he seemed sooooooooo into it all week and then as soon as it was time for things to happen he just didnt show and kept stringing me along. im also lowkey pissed bc i wanted to hang with him and i was SO anxious abt asking him out (like i literally threw up twice friday morning bc i was so anxious abt how the day was gonna go). im just frustrated and like i had thought he had gotten the vibe that i was into him romantically bc it sure as shit seemed like he was reciprocating, and now im not even sure what to do anymore.

[skishie]

omga i love your airphone gijinkas

anyways i uave no idea if youve already said this somewhere ,my memory sucks ,but how do you reckon airy and mephone met. what is ur perosnal headcanon. grabby hands i must know (i love airphon

UUWAAAA THANK YOU !!! im really glad you do... looks up at you so politely and with a big smile.. i want to draw them again but better and more like a ref so hopefully soon! :D aaaatehee heeee i have not spoken about it publicly so im more than open to go into it now... cracks my knuckles(its actually not that intense but i jsut have a lot of thoughts)

OKAY, so personally i like to think about it starting after airy dies the second time(the end of ONE). its nice for him to still have gone through everything hes done and experienced because its what makes him him. he needs to be the airy we know and love. this also allows for bonding and growth and other such things. anyways, he uses the radio and ends up in the world of inanimate insanity! this would also take place after season 3 has wrapped up, either before or after the library is built. this means he can meet mephone and they can start bonding over being hosts of game shows but as airy talks mephone starts to understand "wow he just like me, but i got better, and now i want to help him" so mephone feels this need to help airy out with the same growth that mephone jsut went through. but also anyone whos been through the isolation that airy has been through along with dying who knows how many times. mephone just wants to help him and help his mental state and get him resocialized and to a point where he understands why he should be a bit more thoughtful or so on and whatever. airy would still be his old self but a bit more caring/understanding to a degree. i think hes just got some mental problems going on and hes just kind of an odd guy. mephone lets him hang around and either they could MAYBE? co host together, but at first hes just watching mephone do a show first before anything like that. which he watches from afar. hes not so used to being upclose or even being around people anymore so he likes to watch from a distance. as time goes on yada yada mephone would develop feelings first, and airy would much later. mephone would develop feelings while helping airy and such, airy takes a lot longer because he is readjusting and just, getting some basic social skills back. i like them in part because i just see mephone having gone through the growth he went through because he was similar to airy, and then meeting airy after this and realizing "wow i should help him too because this is just how i was and id hate to see someone else suffer the way i did" kind of thing and blah blah idk sorry i yapped and i hope any of this makes sense/is readable period. i ramble a lot and my thoughts kind of get lost oops. im not great with words or wording things well. not everything is thought out but those are my thoughts :] ps: airy still has the cracked head because thats just how i personally like to see him and draw him. i also think that if he died and came back that after all hes done, thats more akin to who he is now. hes a broken individual who needs help/fixing. if that makes sense(also a bit of self projecting) pps: my boyfriend wanted to add his two cents for what he knows of mephone as well(hes not finished season 3 yet) and yknow,,, hes right i think its a mix of what i said and mix of what he said... which is: "wow he just like me for real, not anymore though, also this guy's committed some major fucked up stuff and that's just not right, if i fix this guy maybe it'll look really good for me"

[idk6123]

Broken Up (Johnny Vincent X Male Reader)

It’s a day like no other. Inside of the tenements, the entire greaser gang is hanging out. All except Johnny and Lola. It all was nice and tranquil until Johnny enters the room with one thing to say.

“Lola broke up with me.”

And that’s when the entire group changed. Not because Lola isn’t with them anymore. In fact, about everyone is happy she left, knowing full well she is poison for Johnny. The problem lies by Johnny, who lost his entire will to live. With Lola gone, all he does is sobbing around, feeling down and don’t do anything.

Because of that, the entire view upon the greasers goes down. The jocks begin calling them ‘pussy followers’. Their arch nemesis, the preps, call them incels. The bully begins to pick on them, and even fight them if Russell is involved, since Johnny isn’t involved. Hell, even the nerds begin picking up on them with snide remarks.

The greasers know very well this is going to be an outlasting issue if they don’t take a stance right now. And the solution is getting Johnny Vincent back. And thus, the group begins helping them.

Standing in the living room of the tenements, Vance, Peanut and Y/N stand in front of Johnny, who looks down while sitting on a couch.

“Sup, Johnny. How about we steal some drinks?” Peanut tries his best to sound excited.

“No thanks.”

The group feel somewhat less motivated, but don’t give up. “I saw that shit-eating Gord today and it’s been a while when we beat the shit out of him! So, you’re in?” Vance suggests.

“Not in the mood…”

Then it’s up to Y/N to try out the last suggestion. “I saw this girl that would be great for you. Real sexy. Nice tits, all ass, zero plastic and with the best personality. How about it?”

Johnny sighs. “She wouldn’t be the same as Lola…”

The three greasers frown, disappointed none of their ideas worked. Maybe some of the other greasers thought of something? Thus, they walk to the other room, seeing Hal entering the building, holding a bag with fast food.

“Hal, it’s not the time to stuff your face!” Peanut scolds him.

“It’s not for me. It’s for him.” Hal points towards Johnny. “The best way to comfort someone is with food.”

“That sounds like a bad way to comfort yourself.” Y/N says with a frown.

“And he gets fat if he eats like you!” Vance adds. “We’re already bein’ made fun of. We shouldn’t give them more reasons.”

Hal scoffs. “That’s what you think. You have no idea what extra weight can do for you during a fight.”

“That’s because you broke someone ribs when you sit on them, you dumbass!” Peanut yells at him.

“Whatever.” Hal ignores them and enters the living room. The three let out a deep sigh.

“So, any other smart idea?” Vance asks.

“He needs to move on from her.” Peanut says. He looks back at the rest. “We need to get him a new girl.”

“And where do we get one?” Vance doesn’t sound too confident in that plan. “Y/N’s suggestion was turned down instantly.”

“How about the strip club?” Y/N just blurted something out, expecting to get some insults. But to his surprised, everyone seems to agree with them.

While everybody agrees with the new plan, they hear shouting from the other room. “Does it look like I can eat garbage and get fat when there’s still a chance Lola loves me again?! Fuck off!”

“Alright, strip club it is.” Peanut concluded.

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It’s the day that Johnny is finally come back! …At least, they hope it will. Everything is all being taken care of, such for a car and fake ID’s. Now, all they need is Johnny. With their car parked in front of their club house, Y/N is waiting in the car, with his hands on the wheel. Soon enough, the front door opens. He looks back to see Peanut and Vance dragging Johnny to the car.

“Let me go, you maggots!” Johnny tries to free himself, but surprisingly, Peanut and Vance manage to hold themselves and put their leader in the backseat, with both greasers sitting next to him.

“Go! Go! Go!” Peanut yells.

Y/N hits the gas panel and begins driving away. With the car driving, there is no way for Johnny to escape safely. Johnny let out an annoyed huff and glares to the man in front of him.

“I really expected better from yall.”

“That’s why we bring the old Johnny back!” Y/N says with an excited smile. “Because we’re going to have a… GUYS NIGHT!” Peanut and Vance put on their smiles, trying to infect Johnny with it, but it doesn’t help.

“I don’t care. Bring me back.”

“We bring you back when the night is over, man.” Vance replies. “But don’t look forward to that. Enjoy the moment! I think a couple of shots would help ya!”

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And thus, during the entire ride out of town, the three greasers try to get Johnny excited. However it didn’t really work. But still, the night is young. They manage to get out of town and to the strip club. They all sit around the podium, where a woman is dancing with a pole. The boys try to have a fun time, but Johnny still looks down.

“Here, get some money.” Y/N hands over a couple of paper bills over to Johnny. “Put it in her bra… thingy.”

“Not in the mood.” Johnny says with a frown.

“What about the vodka?” Peanut gestures to the full glass in Johnny’s hands. “Don’t like it. We can order a cocktail or sumthin’.”

“Not thirsty.”

Vance tries to think of something to make Johnny at least a little active. Thus, he looks on the stage and points towards one of the strippers. “Look! Bet you haven’t see titties this big.”

“Meh…” Johnny couldn’t care less.

And thus, even though they tried to get Johnny happy, there isn’t much progress.

-

The plan failed. Johnny still feels miserable. Even though the three greasers did their best, they still somehow failed. The barely naked ladies didn’t help. The alcohol didn’t help. Not even their enthusiasm. And thus, the entire night was a letdown, with the only thing that kept the greaser trio going is the drinks, which made them drunk.

And thus, after so many hours, the four men walk out of the club. Peanut and Vance barely walking right, while Y/N barely functioning. Johnny seems to be the only one that can even think straight. That’s when they manage to reach the car. Everybody looks at it for a second before realizing that they can’t go home.

“Shit…!”

Johnny let out a deep sigh and looks back at his men. “Give me the keys.”

Y/N merely hands over the car keys, allowing Johnny to open it. The king then grabs Peanut and Vance both by the arms and put them in the back. When he’s done, he looks back at Y/N. “Get in. We’re leaving.”

Y/N did so and sit next to the driver’s seat, while Johnny sits in front of the wheel. After starting up the car, Johnny drives away. Y/N looks somewhat sleepy. His eyes locks on the mirror to see Vance and Peanut instantly in deep sleep.

While driving, Y/N heads looks back at Johnny while leaning further in his seat, his face concentrated on the road. “Are you upset…?”

“Hmm?” Johnny slightly looks to his side. “No. Not at all.”

“We just wanted to make you feel better. We’re worried about you… and the gang get harassed by everyone.”

“Whaddya mean?” This is the first time Johnny heard something like that.

“The bullies beat us up. The preps make fun of us even more. The jocks call us weak. Even the nerds start having the balls to annoy us.”

Johnny instantly feels guilty. With a sad frown, he looks at Y/N. “I didn’t realize… I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t let my boys down.”

Y/N quietly hums. His heads roll back to the window to see the dark highway. Lights of the other cars flickers his face. In the background, the radio is playing softly the newest songs. Johnny continues to feel sorry for him and looks back.

“Johnny… I’m sorry Lola dumped you. You… you deserve better then that.”

It takes a couple of seconds before Johnny responds. “I know…” He looks contemplated, looking back and forth from Y/N and back to the road. “I can talk to ya right?”

Y/N slightly looks back. “Of course…” He says with a tired voice.

Johnny wanted to threat him and tell him Y/N better not tell anyone else about this, but he trusts him, so he didn’t. “I have problems about… expressing my feelings.”

Y/N doesn’t understands what he’s saying. “What do you mean? I always think of you to not hold back your anger or love.”

“I’m not talking about those feelings. I meant like… sadness.” Johnny looks like he has difficulty admitting something so personal. “I never been good at dealing with stuff like that. I never cry, especially in front of others. I never had someone to talk to. I don’t even have some kind of coping mechanism to deal with it. Does that make me weird?”

“To be honest, I understand. You’re not one to appear weak, so you won’t allow yourself to grief properly.” Y/N comments.

Johnny hums quietly. “Ya right. I won’t allow myself to be sad.”

Y/N wanted to help him out. “Johnny, listing to me when I say this. I don’t expect yourself to cry, or even grief properly. But please, whenever you feel down, talk to me.”

Johnny remains quiet, not responding. Though after a couple of seconds, he puts the car to the side of the road, stopping it. Then he looks back at Y/N. “Y/N… Can I get a hug?” He sounds rather nervous.

Y/N unbuckles his seatbelt and move over to him to hug him. Johnny puts his arms around his fellow greaser, feeling reassured that he’s not alone. Johnny eventually hugs tighter.

There is a silence, a nice one. Though eventually they stopped, with Y/N getting back to his seat. There, he sees Johnny looking already a little better.

“Thanks man. I really needed that.”

“Anytime, Johnny.”

Johnny smiles a bit in respond. “I’m not that much of a hugger. Not sure it’s because of who I am, or that other guys will call me homo for hugging one of my boys.”

Y/N smiles back. “Depends. Did you like it?”

“I did…” Johnny let out a sigh. “Guess I’m just too much of a pussy to think of what other’s think.”

“You are everything but a pussy, Johnny.” Y/N reassures.

Johnny looks grateful at him. “Thanks.” He looks back in front to start up the car, only to stop and look back at Y/N. “Is it possible that we hang out together? Just us.”

“Anytime you want.”

Johnny smiles, happily. “Ya know? I feel like I can get over Lola.”

“You do?”

“Sure do.” Johnny admits. “I think I know someone who can make me happy. Someone that is loyal for me, as well kind and a badass.”

Y/N has a feeling who he’s talking about but doesn’t want to make things awkward. “Who’s the lucky person?”

Johnny smirks. “You would like to know, dontcha?” He returns back at the car to start up, leaving Y/N believing that he’s talking to him. “I tell ya later. I’m certain you’re going to like it.”