#like makes me feel like shit and in turn makes me want to pick it up again

[sinofwriting]

4 plus 1 - Max Verstappen (I ❤️ MILFS verse)

Words: 1,499 Summary: Four times Logan celebrated mothers day and the first time he celebrated fathers day (part of the I ❤️ MILFS verse)

Masterlist | Emergency Dental Fund | I ❤️ MILFS verse

One

The first time Logan celebrated Mother’s Day, he was five. His grandpa had stolen him away from his momma, which had made him pout, but then he had crouched down in front of him and quietly asked if he wanted to buy his momma a present for Mother's Day.

His grandpa, whenever he told the story, always liked to joke that he was surprised that Logan’s head hadn’t fallen off with how hard he had nodded yes.

He had gotten taken to the store where Logan picked out a card that apparently said world’s best mom on it, which had made his grandpa grumble that he was way too young for his daughter to be a mom before letting him pick out a big bouquet of flowers.

Scrambling out of the car and into the house, Logan struggled to hold the flowers that were nearly bigger than him and the card, just barely able to see the way his momma’s jaw had dropped seeing him and the ways tears came to her eyes when he cheerfully wished her a happy momma’s day.

Two

In 2014, Logan got to celebrate mother’s days twice for the first time. His momma not even knowing or realizing that England celebrated it on a completely different day, her bemused expression at him giving her candy and a card staying in his mind.

She had still hugged him tight, pressing kisses all over his face and telling him she was the best son, which had made him squirm, telling her that she was the best momma, the two going back and forth until Logan gave up because she had started to tickle him and his stomach ached from laughing.

Three

Logan stares at the display in front of him, trying not to feel awkward with the eyes boring into him.

“Dude, these are like fifteen grand.” Oscar hisses under his breath. “Yeah and none of them are the one.” He hisses back, giving the employee a polite smile. “Do you have anything else?” Their eyes narrow a little, but they nod, an emotionless smile on their face. “Of course, Sir. Our next display.”

Following them over to the next display, his eyes immediately land on a necklace and he instantly points at it. “That one. I’ll take that one, please.” “Are you sure?” He frowns, “Yes. I’m sure.”

He turns to Oscar as they start to open the case. “Momma is gonna love that one.” “Do you have the money for that?” “Of course.” Oscar’s eyebrows raise. “Are you sure? Because if those were twenty thousand, I can’t imagine how much these will be.” Logan nods, shrugging. “Yeah. I’ve got money.”

The clearing of a throat makes Logan turn back around, the necklace is sitting on the counter in its opened box.

“This necklace is forty thousand pounds.” Logan hears Oscar taking in a sharp breath of air, but Logan is already reaching for his wallet. “I’ll take it. And no gift wrap please.” They blink at him before nodding. “Of course.”

Oscar hits his arm when they disappear with the necklace behind a curtain.

“Are you kidding me? Forty thousand pounds for a necklace? Pan is going to kill you! Mother's Day gift or not!” Logan scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m eighteen now and it’s my money. Momma can’t kill me for buying her this. Besides, I haven’t given her a gift under a thousand dollars since I was like six. And she’ll love that necklace.” Oscar looks at him in disbelief, shaking his head. “Okay, it is way too easy to forget that Harry is a billionaire and by proxy you are.” “Something tells me you don’t want to know how much your birthday present was.” “What does that mean?” Logan smiles at Oscar, shrugging. “Logan, what does that mean?”

Four

“Can I help with anything?” Logan jumps at the sound of Max’s voice, nearly banging his head into the opened cupboard door if not for Max, quickly yanking him back. “Shit.” He curses, turning Logan around and running a hand over his forehead and head, checking for bumps. “You okay?” “I’m okay. You just scared me.” He chuckles. “Help with what?” Max eyes him for a moment. “Mother's Day. I know that it’s in between Miami and Imola for you guys, and I didn’t know if you wanted help with anything.” “Oh.”

Logan looks at the older man, he doesn’t need any help with Mother's Day. Already has his momma’s gift sitting in his closet, but Max is asking if he can help. Max cares about their relationship, so he finds himself nodding.

“Actually yeah.” Max’s whole face lights up. “What can I do?” Logan quickly says goodbye to his momma’s Christmas gift, but he guesses that what was supposed to be her Mother's Day can just be her Christmas gift. “There’s this watch she likes, but there’s maybe ten available in the world right now.” He starts to tell Max.

Plus One

Logan has never had a father. And as much as he loves his grandpa, he wasn’t really a father figure for him. The closest he got was maybe Oscar’s dad, but even then he never really saw him enough for that. Max though… Max feels like his dad.

He cares about him, and not just because he’s dating his mom. He talks to Logan, checks in on him, before the first session of every day, Max always ducks into the Williams garage to hug him. He brings him water every time he does media, even when he isn’t scheduled for media for a few hours.

It hasn’t yet been a year, but Logan already can tell he’s fighting a losing battle of not just calling Max his dad. And he knows that Max hasn’t let himself think of himself like that. He’s heard him call him his kid a hundred times, but never once has he called himself Logan’s parent or dad. Always respecting the relationship between his mom and him and the boundaries that Logan has set.

But Logan wants Max to call himself Logan’s dad. Wants to call Max dad to his face and not just to Oscar when he’s too tired to filter or to the media to make the journalists go a little crazy.

So he finds himself laying on the couch, head in his momma’s lap as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“Can we talk?” “Always.” His lips quirk up a bit at the quick response. “It’s about Max.” Her fingers still for just a second before resuming. “What about Max?” Her voice is measured, smooth, and it gives Logan the courage to say the next words. “I want to call Max dad.” His voice goes quiet. “I want him to be my dad.” “Oh, baby.” And her voice breaks around the words.

He sits up to look at her. “Are you mad?” “No.” She smiles, reaching forward to cup his face. “No, baby. Not at all. I’m happy. I’m so happy.” “So, it’s okay?” She laughs, her free hand brushing away her tears. “Logan, you can call anyone you want dad, that’s not my choice, that’s yours.” “Do you think he’ll be okay with it? I want to do it on Father's Day. Give him a card too.” “I think Max will be over the moon.”

A week later, Logan shuffles into the living room, a breakfast tray in his hands, where Max is sitting, watching the recap for Le Mans so far.

“Hi.” He greets. Max smiles at him, “You didn’t need to bring me breakfast.” He shakes his head, stopping Max from getting up. “I wanted to. It’s a special day.” “I mean, Le Mans isn’t this kind of special.” Logan huffs out a laugh, handing over the tray to Max, who places it on the coffee table before sitting on the couch next to him.

“Get enough sleep?” Logan nods, running a hand through his hair, the other clutching at the card he has for Max. “Wasn’t too bad. I actually have something else for you, because y’know special day.” Max’s eyebrows raise and Logan can feel nerves fill him. “I still have no idea what you are talking about.” He shrugs and after a moment he passes over the card, carefully watching Max’s face.

Max looks delighted at getting handed the card, but Logan can see the moment he realizes what kind of card it is. His eyes going wide, his whole body stilling. The room would be quiet if not for the Le Mans highlights playing.

The older man carefully opens it up after a long moment, his breath catching as he reads the written words from Logan.

“Logan,” he starts, and his voice is thick. “Happy Father's Day, dad.” Logan speaks before he can say anything else. “Come here.” He finishes, opening his arms, and Logan dives into them. “I love you so much, kid. So fucking much. I’m gonna be the best dad for you.” “You already are.”

[qlossytbh]

Hello my love can you do a spencer reid x reader who experiences olfactory hallucinations (smelling things that arent there) please i just scared the shit out of myself cus i smelled a burning power outlet for like an hour 😭 the whole time i was unplugging everything and i thought my house was going to catch on fire 😰 i want him

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬- 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you experience olfactory hallucinations and spencer’s there to experience the rollercoaster that come with it lol

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fem!reader, established relationship, just a lot of fluff, allergies (ugh), reader is freaking out (anxiety), me pretending to be science-y and act like i know what im writing about!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i actually loved this request because I myself experience olfactory hallucinations due to my allergies and it’s really cool seeing someone else who has it! i unfortunately smell a wide varieties of things such as spoiled food, clogged toilets (yay!), and tobacco (love that for me)

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You rubbed your right eye vigorously, sniffling loudly with a following groan. Your hand then fell to its familiar rhythm, writing down your notes as you tried copiously to ignore the stuffiness that enclosed throughout your throat and nose. Your face itched gratingly, the corners of your eyes running with tears that wouldn’t seem to leave no matter how many times you tried blinking them away.

You had taken your allergy medication about thirty minutes ago and it wasn’t easing up— you felt puffy and somewhat aggravated.

Your T-shirt hung around your hips loosely, bunched up onto the chair you sat on at the desk of Spencer’s apartment, completing an assignment you needed to get done for your current job. Your hair was damp, ends still wet from the shower you had taken to decompress your sinuses.

You suddenly stopped all together, mind running blank. Twisting around in your chair, you turned to the kitchen and lifted your chin, staring down the ambience as if it was looking right back at you. What was that smell?

It was smokey and acrid and rotten and— definitely not supposed to be floating around the apartment. Unless something was wrong, you thought. You stood quickly, bare legs meeting the cold air as you patted over to the kitchen.

Your eyes scanned it frantically, checking for any signs of smoke or if any of the gas burners were on. Your heart was beating gratingly against your ears. The silence was so heavy you were beginning to feel dizzy. It was the type of quiet that made your skin crawl all the way up to the nape of your neck.

You sniffed again, trying to make sure you hadn’t hallucinated smelling what you had but much to your dismay— it still smelled like something was burning.

You hastily made your way to the desk, grabbing your phone and opening your contact list. It was only a few passing beeps from the other line before a voice rang out. “Hello?”

“Spence,” Your boyfriend picked up on your tone quicker than you would’ve preferred.

“Hey,” He said, sounding like he was reassuring you that he was there, voice soft although he didn’t necessarily know what had made you so distressed in the first place. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ears shamefully, glancing over at the kitchen.

“I’m pulling into the driveway right now, what’s going on?”

You bit the flesh of your bottom lip, making your way back into the kitchen. “Did you leave any of the burners on? Or plugged in anything you maybe— shouldn’t have..?”

Spencer paused on the other line, almost in profound contemplation. “No. I didn’t, why?”

“Because it smells like something is burning Spence,” You reached at the small handles of the ovens burners, rotating them all to signal they were off. “Are you sure you didn’t leave anything in?”

“I’m positive,” Somehow he could practically feel your hesitation, so he continued. “Baby, I have an eidetic memory. I would’ve remembered leaving something on,”

You huffed, still not entirely convinced because the smell was right there. It wasn’t strong, which caused even more anxiety to swirl inside of you, but it was there. The sound of a car door slamming shut was heard on the other end of the phone. “I’m freaking out,”

“I’m getting into the elevator, I’ll be up in a few seconds,” You paused.

A few rather long seconds later, the door pushed open. Spencer glanced at the handle, brows furrowed in annoyance. “It’s not locked— Why isn’t this locked?”

Your habit with leaving doors open was a problem, but it currently wasn’t your biggest. The strong smell still floated around, dancing through your nose and torturing you slowly. “Screw the door, do you not smell that?!”

Spencer closed the door behind him and set his bag down, along with his shoes. You watched him from the kitchen, crossing your arms across yourself and hugging your body closely.

“Where is the smell?” He stalked over towards the kitchen. His eyes lingered on the sight of you wearing nothing more than a t-shirt. It was something he didn’t think he’d ever get used to.

“I don’t know where it’s coming from,” You griped. Spencer really tried to find where the smell was coming, only so that he could ease you from your anxiety, but he really didn’t smell anything.

“I don’t smell anything love,” He reassured, looking over towards the stove just to be absolutely, positively sure.

“How do you not–?” You stopped, face falling from its tightened up expression. A relief unlike any other fell over you the second you understood what was going on.

“I’m–” You rubbed your temples, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m an idiot,”

Spencer furrowed his brows, quickly walking beside you and setting a very much needed and comforting hand on your shoulder. “What?”

You remain quiet, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his chest. Spencer stood there, muddled by your behavior but nevertheless happy to oblige with whatever you deemed necessary to feel better. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing a few soothing circles onto your back.

“Yeah, I get olfactory hallucinations,” You trailed off, resting your cheek on his chest and not yet looking up at him.

“Phantosmia?” He quipped. You pulled away, looking up at him inquiringly.

“Huh?”

“Phantosmia,” He shifted his arms down to your waist. “It’s a sensory perception disorder where people experience smelling odors that aren't present in their environment. Unlike actual smells, which are triggered by external stimuli interacting with the olfactory receptors in the nose, phantosmia originates internally within the brain.”

You pulled a face. “Well, I call them olfactory hallucinations.”

“Well, medically they’re called phantosmia.” He countered. You narrowed your eyes as he tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

“Show off.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I thought you liked it when I talked a lot.”

You hummed. “Yeah, that's true”

Unfortunately, you got olfactory hallucinations– or phantosmia– often. And it should’ve been the first thing you recalled once Spencer was denying any smells of burning outlets and gas. It always simultaneously flared up when your allergies did, meaning you probably should’ve known better— definitely would’ve saved you the near heart attack.

Spencer dragged his hand up and down your waist instinctively while you poked a finger into the rough surface of his chest “Got some more info for me smart-ass?”

Spencer gave you a look, rolling his eyes at your ridiculous giddy grin. “It isn’t very common. When it comes to disorders that affect the sense of smell, phantosmia makes up 10% to 20% of cases.”

“Well that makes me feel unique.”

Spencer bit back the need to tell you that you were already unique, but he referred against it. Not because he didn't want to— he always wanted to. But he knew he spent every single chance he could get to telling you how special you genuinely were to him.

“For some people, the odors that they hallucinate are pleasant, like freshly baked sweets—“

“You're joking,” He shook his head. You huffed, drawing your lips into a pout. “Do you know what I'd give to smell that instead of a goddamn burning outlet— it gives me anxiety.”

“Yeah, but look on the bright side,” Spencer leaned forward kissing your forehead. You basked in the simplicity and loveliness of his touch. “At least there wasn’t actually a burning outlet.”

“Yeah,” You smiled up at him. “That's true.”

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What animal do you most resemble and why?

So just so yall know before you go to your piles. The animals in the pictures might not be the creature that you most resemble. I am using the Untamed Spirit Animal Oracle in this reading. Please take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives about yourself.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Pisces, Sagittarius, Aries

Song: all i ever wanted by Mazie

Vibes: 🖤💙🔭✈️🕷🦋🕶🎓🐾🌏🌊🫐🍙🧊🎧♟🦽💎⛏🛋📘✒️💤♿️🔊♠️🏁

Cards: Lion, 5 of Cups, 7 of Wands, The Void, Karmic Relationships

Hi, pile 1! Welcome. These cards tell me you look most like a lion. I can see some of you have prominent noses that make your face very lion-like. All of you have the most piercing fierce eyes. I also see you have soft hands and nice nails that you probably get done regularly. You are legit gorgeous and you have this extensive hair routine you do almost every day. You might wear a bonnet to sleep or you have a silk pillow case to protect it. I can also see you are surprised by these compliments. You have some self-esteem issues that frustrate you a lot. These beliefs you have about your physical appearance are built around the opinions of others. First off, they only shit on you cus they are jealous. These cards have a weird undertone of relationships so I think maybe you had a partner at one point who was SUUUUPER jealous of how beautiful you are. Wow, they are pressed about it. They probably said some extremely mean things to you about your appearance that stick with you even though it doesn't look like they are around you anymore. I hear them saying you have RBF or something. You have literally nothing to feel insecure about my dear.. Like you complimented yourself in the mirror around this person and they like immediately tried to knock you down a peg. Dude, that person is SO ENVIOUUS. Don't listen to their words. You need to see through their words to the true emotions behind them. Don't let these jealous people dim you light, girl!!! Their words are not based on reality. It is distorted by their emotions. Just know when they look in the mirror all they hear is their momma tellin them they're ugly as fuck. They were just projecting their insecurities, baby.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Taurus, Leo, Aquarius

Song: Body Talks by The Struts, Kesha

Vibes: 💛🧡❤️💙🎁🧿💰🌅🏖🚦🚚🚎🎯🎭🏅🍹🫐🍂🌊🌈🌏🍁🐠🫂🤖🥶😰

Cards: Badger, 7 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, The Seven Star Sisters, Jump In

Hey there, pile 2!! You have such an interesting energy. The animal you most resemble is the Badger. So from what I'm reading from the other cards this is less of a physical resemblance and more of an attitude resemblance. The way you hold yourself is like you do not give a fuck what anyone thinks about you. You had many people around you growing up who were considered "conventionally attractive" and for a long time, this bothered you. I think sometimes it does still bother you but you have grown your self-esteem a lot since you were little. You got tired of fighting for attention real quick. You realized how dumb the competition of appearance is and began to explore your expression more for fun rather than to fit in. You have a unique way of expressing yourself, especially with your make-up. Dark eye shadow is your signature look. It makes your already really unique eye color pop like nothing else. You dress very alternatively compared to your siblings and/or friends. The style does have a touch of whimsicalness to it too. I see some of the people who picked this pile have a curvy body type. You keep your hair short for the most part because it's easier to manage while short. You truly have such a fantastic head-turning style. I really do love your energy, my dear. Like, wow you are fucking awesome. I would have looked at you as a kid and wanted to look like you so bad.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Scorpio, Libra, Gemini

Song: The Middle by Jimmy Eats World

Vibes: 🤍🖤🔎🖋🧷📓🩺🔬🔌📷📼🎥🎹🎼🎤🎧🎬🌪🐚🪨🐇🕊🦢🐈‍⬛🕸🐰👟

Cards: Toad, Fox, 8 of Swords, 2 of Wands, Double Mission, Deep Cellular Healing

Oh, pile 3. This is gonna be a kind of shadow work-y kind of reading so just be prepared to be called out okay? Trigger warning for SA. You make yourself ugly on purpose. You hid your beauty from yourself. I dunno exactly what you do to hide it from others but I see you wearing clothes that keep your shape a secret. You do your make-up in a way that accentuates the dark cycles under your eyes. You make yourself look sick and dying. You force yourself to believe you resemble a Toad. I don't blame you, my friend. You went through something truly terrible that made you feel ugly so you express it outwardly constantly. You believe you are ugly because of what happened. What they did to you didn't taint your beauty, homie. You aren't dirty. You aren't hideous or unattractive naturally. You are so scared of what happened, happening again. It makes you put up these defenses in-order to feel safe. My friend you are already safe without these defenses. You might be doing way more harm than good, my friend. If you stopped hiding your true beauty from yourself, you would more resemble a Fox. These cards are encouraging you to heal from what happened to you mentally. Your reaction to what happened isn't wrong but you shouldn't destroy yourself because of how others treated you. You are stunning and so naturally gorgeous. I hear you saying that your feelings about what happened don't matter. That is a lie you tell yourself. That is a lie someone else told you. What happened to you was truly awful. What they did to you was disgusting but it doesn't make you disgusting. It makes THEM disgusting. What THEY did is disgusting. You are beautiful. You are so drop-dead, star-struck glamorous! You aren't a toad. You are a fox. Please embrace your authenticity because you deserve to feel good. You deserve to see your body for what it truly is.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Cancer, Capricorn, Virgo

Song: Honey And The Bee by Owl City

Vibes: 🤍💖💛🦦😜👄☀️👟🐁👙👑🎂🐱🐻‍❄️🌙🦭🌸🌼🍣🍰⚾️🎗🎟🎲📿

Cards: Otter, Queen of Cups, The Well, A New Earth, Called

Pile 4. You are so fucking cute. Like so cute. Like I feel your energy and all I feel and think is "Awwww~ What a cuuutie!". You most resemble an Otter. Which in my opinion, ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!! I see you like to color your hair in pastel colors and it's SUUUPER long. Like you have been growing out your hair for a while now. You have this cute little button nose and these super pretty dark eyes. Ohmygods you have no idea how much I think brown eyes are the prettiest eyes. You put a lot of creativity in your outfits so you always look so snatched and dolled up. You like the long flowy dresses and shirts that billow in the wind. They make you look like a fairy. You always smell like incense and sea salt. You probably love swimming or surfing or some kind of sport you play in the water so you are very lean. I see you might be pursuing some kind of profession in the beauty industry. Either that or you just look like a model and people think you are one. You wear these pretty flowers in your hair that give you this gorgeous halo of lavender. You have been absolutely blessed by Lady Aphrodite. She loves you like her child. She blesses you with fashion sense and soft features.

[poppy-metal]

could you PLS talk abt moody reader and bsf patrick. and i'm not even talking abt smut, just that dynamic. she's not necessarily rude all the time, just kinda hesitant to do things. he's always pushing her into doing things that he knows she'll enjoy eventually even if she's reluctant at first (and he's always right). like one time he finds out that she doesn't know how to swim, never learned bc her parents just never took her to lessons and now it's his mission to teach her. and he's always the one who initiates physical touch and she pretends like it bothers her when he hugs her while he's all sweaty but secretly loves the affection. and she's torn when patrick is asking abt her opinion on the new girl she's seeing bc on one hand, the new gf is pretty and nice and smart so she's not gonna lie and be a pick me (and patrick values his bsf's opinion sm so she knows she has to be careful) but she's on the other hand she's in love with him and that should be HER not the other girl. sorry for the rant LMAO i didn't think this was gonna turn out so long

oh to be patricks autistic - mistaken for a bitch - best friend. everything he does, if it was someone else you'd be so unbelievablely triggered and upset. putting you in a headlock when hes sweaty and gross, throwing his arm around you and dragging you into his side - you snap at him and call him disgusting but theres never any heat to it. you'd never admit but you like the attention, soak it up like a flower does the sun. its strange to compare patrick zweig to the sun but thats what he is to you - you're always gravitating towards him. reaching tendrils out. when one of your snarky remarks makes him laugh out loud you feel like you could walk on air. and he's alot of things like loud, and mouthy, and impulsive, but he also remembers your favorite order from your favorite places, he lets you borrow his hoodies when you're cold and he never asks for them back - you asked one day, secretly hoping he'd say no but worried he was missing them "do you want me to give em'back?" and he'd just jostled your shoulder with his shrug and shook his head "its fine - i have a shit ton, and you wear em' better anyways" - he shit talks people with you and doesn't say anything about your absolutely insane statements like "ill behead them all and use their bones for kindling." he just snorts and asks if you can make him a s'more. you love him a little desperately. a little so much that when you take a moment to really look at him, his sun freckled skin, the messy tangles and wisps of his hair, the way his nose curves, the way he stands, sits, moves his hands, it hurts.

it hurts especially bad when you remember you cant have him that way - the way he has other girls - the way he has them gasping and pleading in the back of his car, moaning his name - because you'll always just be his friend. the girl who can make him laugh so hard pepsi squirts out of his nose. never the girl he'd want flushed and in his bed.

(you're stupid.)

[aurumacadicus]

Listen, Steve is grateful he gets to work at a Stark-funded hospital. He is. Not only is the prestige of working there even for a year going to carry him through his entire career, but if he stays for five years, the Maria Stark Foundation will pay off all of his student loans. Their clientele are people typically in poverty and he loves that he can help the less fortunate. It's all he ever wanted to do after watching his single mother scrimp and save as a nurse just to make sure they had a roof over their heads. He would never do anything to jeopardize his position or the reputation of the hospital.

"That custodian is going to be the reason you're fired," Natasha declares, and both Clint and Bucky spin from their nursing charts just in time to watch Steve almost fall over as he attempts to get one more glimpse of Tony's ass as he pushes his cart, whistling, toward the elevator. "Is this your way of getting out of the gala? Getting shit-canned the day before?"

"Are you going to tattle on me to Dr. Potts?" Steve asks her bluntly.

Natasha says nothing for several minutes, mulling the idea over in her head. Finally, though, she mutters, "I guess you're better than Hammer. He actually put his hands on Tony."

Steve doesn't know how to respond, because he'd only gotten his position after Dr. Hammer had groped Tony one too many times (apparently Tony had never reported it? It had actually been one of the nurses) and got fired for it. Again, he's grateful for the position, but he knows other doctors would shank him for the opportunity. He's just looking, but maybe he shouldn't look? Tony isn't a piece of meat. He's a respected member of the hospital staff.

Tony stops and bends over to pick up a piece of garbage on the floor, and even Natasha whimpers as his pants lovingly cup each of his cheeks.

Luckily, they're saved by one of the PR interns coming out of a hospital room and chirping, "Are you going to the gala tomorrow, Mr. Tony?"

"Peter how many times do I have to tell you," Tony begins, sighing, then shakes his head. "Yes, my mother is finally forcing me to show up for the gala."

Steve does a minute fist pump, and Bucky immediately drags him into a noogie that makes him squawk about his hair in probably the most unattractive manner possible.

--

"Gala" is probably too fancy a term for it. Unlike the Foundation galas, where the Stark family squeezes donations from the other wealthy elite for all they muster, this is more of a get-together between other hospitals to compare notes. Women are in cocktail dresses and the men are a healthy mix of suits and slacks-and-polos. The only people really decked out in formal wear are those with the foundation.

Steve is trying to be very casual as he keeps an eye out for Tony. He hasn't seen him yet, but he's hoping to ask Tony for at least one dance. Dr. Potts had said Tony liked to dance when he'd been talking with her and Natasha at the start of the gala. (She'd made really deliberate eye contact with him when she'd said so, too, so Steve figures she at least approves of him??? Even if she also kind of scares him.)

"Oh my God," Bruce whispers, wine dripping down his chin. He's gone ashen.

Steve and Thor turn to see what he's looking at, and Steve immediately understands. He feels as if he's just been simultaneously punched in the gut and head.

Because Mrs. Stark has finally arrived at her gala, dressed to the nines and yet somehow making everyone feel at ease in their own clothes. She's being escorted by a handsome man in a tuxedo.

The man looks a lot like Tony from the custodial department. But Mrs. Stark keeps loudly and proudly announcing that he's her son.

"I'm so fired," Steve whispers, voice cracking, as Bucky finally steps up beside him and claps him on the shoulder.

[hillbillyoracle]

quick life tips that aren't worthy of a whole post

Your to-do lists are menus, not marching orders. I've gotten so much out of doing a weekly brain dump and then just selecting a few things out of it. Like "here are all the things I could do, not I'll pick a few that would improve my life in a meaningful way and a few that I just want to, the rest can chill". Unless you achieve enlightenment, we all die with unfinished business. It's chill. You're not a failure. It's just an option.

Create a capsule menu of shelf stable and long lasting fridge foods for when you don't feel like menu planning. Like a capsule wardrobe. Cooking oil is like your underwear, it's a base necessity. Then 3 sources of protein, 3 sources of fiber, 3 sources of volume. For us, proteins are canned chicken, eggs, and yogurt. Fiber is frozen vegetable mix, chia seeds, and legumes. Volume is rice, frozen bread, or oatmeal. Pick three spice mixes (Taco, Curry, and Cajun for us) and mix and match. Add some fun items like cheese, jam, and a condiment or two. Mix and match, throw something together. You can even roll on a dice table for it.

Morale items aren't pointless or wasteful. I spent entirely too much on coffeemonsterzco stickers recently. Guess who's updated their bullet journal and memory keeping calendar for several weeks now? Me. Guess who's already had it uncover and recontextualize medical issues? Also me. It's not pointless. Get the damn stickers.

Listing three good things everyday/gratitude is not overblown hype. It's not meant to dismiss negative feelings or even make you feel good - it helps you correct for you brain's negativity bias and create cognitive flexibility which in turn improves resilience and decision making. Way too many people get the wrong read on it. It's genuinely helped me lately even through some real unfun shit.

[prim-and-rotten]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 girls night

pairing: (fem)yandere!bestfriend x reader

summary: during a relaxing sleepover with your best friend, you try to cancel the next in favor of a new guy.

a/n: not sure I like how I ended it but ill post it anyway. a tame one for my first

warnings: implied stalking and murder at the end

Delicate fingers draw random shapes around your back. Jasmine is humming softly to her playlist in the background, a private one, tailor made to suit both of your tastes. It's melodies are blurred and distant, dulled by the heavy blanket of exhaustion enveloping you.

Your nights spent together always come to a close like this. Next to two emptied wine glasses sitting at her bedside table, you're now both laying on the softness of her queen sized bed. Skincare done, another matching set of glossy polish sticking to your nails, dressed in warm matching pjs she bought a few days prior for the occasion, and hair put up in another heatless overnight curl hack you found online.

"Are you falling asleep already?" You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice. The sun is down and the lights are dim, the clock at her bedside table reading 23:36. "It's Friday, sleepyhead... I was hoping we'd stay up a little longer." With a quiet snicker, her hand is now resting flat against your back, and it takes a stupid amount of strength in you to not whine and ask her to keep going. Really, how could she blame you? She always goes out of her way to make you as comfortable as possible and then acts confused when your eyelids start feeling heavy.

"What else did you have planned for tonight?" you stay still, knowing that if you get her talking and focused on something else she'll go back to aimlessly drawing shapes into your back. And she does. "I was thinking we should watch another scary movie." A sigh escapes you. "You always pick the worst, it's gonna keep me up all night." She snickers again, a bit louder this time now that she knows you're not asleep. "Oh no, you'll have to spend more time with me. How terrible!". Her hand is on your arm now. "Come on, you know that's not what I meant." "I know."

A silent beat passes, and her comforting touch almost lulls you back to sleep. Almost.

"Fine. Then before you sleep, let's pick out a recipe for Sunday's dinner. You should come over earlier so we can make it together, it'll be fun. I'm getting tired of takeout." She's playing with your hand now, admiring her work and already thinking of what color she should paint your nails next once they start chipping.

Sunday. You have your sleepovers on Fridays and Sundays. Sometimes when your schedule allows it, you have them on Saturdays too. It's something you've been doing together since high school, and while your schedule now is a little more busy due to school and your part time jobs, you still try to stay consistent with your established routine. You have to pick up your coworkers shift tomorrow, so the next one should be on Sunday. Wait... you changed plans for Sunday. Right, your date. You never told her about that. Shit.

"Actually, I can't do Sunday.." She pauses. "Why? I thought you're free," the dissatisfaction is clear in her tone. You already know how she's going to react once you tell her, but you can't come up with a lie on the spot. So with no choice left, you finally turn to her and hesitantly begin to explain.

"Do you remember Seth from last week?" Her eyebrows furrow. You met Seth after she regrettably left you unattended for a quick trip to the bathroom at the frat party you dragged her to last week, one she really, really did not want to go to. If there's one thing Jas hates, it's sweaty frat boys making moves on her and worst of all you. She couldn't care less about making new girl friends either because she already has you, and in her eyes you're all she really needs.

"No." That's a lie. Yes she remembers, unfortunately so. When she saw you two tucked away at a corner a little too close for comfort, she almost gagged. She walked, no, practically ran to you to drag you away from his filthy hands. What could he possibly have said to you to put that smile on your face? It's not the kind you give to her, it's cute and shy and your cheeks are red and she can't tell if it's the alcohol in your system or him who made them bloom into that pretty color. Seth, whose name honestly rolls off her tongue like shit. Seth, the greasy frat boy with the ugly mug. The one you're somehow actually interested in. Great.

"You don't? I don't remember you drinking that much." Your voice is quieter, like you're trying to tread lightly. Because of course you are, she's doing a pretty terrible job at hiding her disgust, and at this realization she tries to tone it down for your sake. "Yeah I don't, remind me." So you do. Just in case you drop some details about the conversation you had at the party, so she doesn't have to ask outright for all the details and out herself for being obsessive. But you don't add anything new about the party, instead, you tell her you had been texting for just a few days now. He has your number. Yuck.

"You've been texting and you didn't tell me?" She can feel the tension in the room now, the same room that was previously occupied by nothing but warmth and comfort. She's trying to backtrack now, putting away the face of slight disgust she had put up and replacing it with a smile of disbelief at an attempt at making you feel less guilty. She knows why you wouldn't tell her right away, this isn't the first time she's reacted to this kind of thing negatively. This is not a habit she wants you to form, so she needs to do some damage control. To make you feel comfortable with talking about your love life again. How is she supposed to protect you from these greaseballs if she doesn't know you're speaking to them in the first place?

So she brings back the playfulness that was there before. She's playing with your hand again to put you at ease, so that you hopefully start rambling about him, and luckily you do.

He approached you at the party and you found him funny so you exchanged numbers. You've been texting back and forth for the past 4 days. You think he's cute and charming. He asked you out 2 days ago, and your schedules only allowed for the date to happen on Sunday. You're really looking forward to it. How unfortunate.

"Isn't it a bit early? I don't really trust him." You let out a chuckle at that, "I could count the amount of people you trust in one hand." Touché. "I'm just looking out for you." You sigh. "I know, but you don't have to. I can handle it." She raises an eyebrow at that, and you know exactly what she's about to say. "Don't forget who was left picking up the pieces every time you got stood up. I don't mean to be a dick by bringing it up but I'm the one who's left having to take care of you, and I hate seeing you cry over the same breed of asshole over and over again." There's another beat of silence.

Shes right of course, so you can't really come up with another rebuttal. "You know where to go if something happens," and you do. Every last date you've gone to ended with you spending the night at her place, the one place you feel comfortable going to for anything, with puffy eyes, a box of tissues and a big headache. The conversation ends here.

It's silent again, and all you can hear is the music playing and the air conditioner whirring. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, you've turned to your side and Jasmine continues to play with your back until she hears the telltale sign of light snoring. She can't join you just yet, not until she's done with her research.

Not until she knows his schedule and has a plan laid out. The guilt of being the sole reason you keep getting stood up does eat at her at times like these, because she knows it makes you insecure. What else are you supposed to think? But it's okay, because at the end of the day it's always her you come back to, and she's pretty damn good at bringing your confidence back up if she does say so herself. It's her you seek out for comfort, and if she can't have you for herself, she'll do anything to keep it that way.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can you do cowboy reader in an argument with a redneck because the said something about Derek

Description: an cop says a few offhand comments about Derek and you don't take no shit.

Warnings: hints to racism (nothing 'on screen'), blood

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He waits until Derek leaves the room. Before he turns to you, the words he uses makes your blood feel like ice. He's just some local cop from Texas, you're probably never going to see him again.

Turning to him, you wait a few seconds. Giving him time to backtrack, to apologise, or rephrase. He doesn't. He stares back at you and then doubles down.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying-"

"How about you don't?" You snapped.

"I just-"

"I don't give a fuck about 'I just', saying 'nother word 'bout him 'n' I'll knock ya out." You glare, stepping closer to the officer. "Do I make myself clear?"

The cop glares at you, not saying anything. "You're really gonna stand up for him?"

"I'd be very careful what you say next, if I were you."

Hotch just wanted a coffee. It had been an agonisingly long case, with little to no leads. He needed the much loved and appreciated pick me up that a shitty police coffee wouldn't give (the coffee somehow managed to taste like paper) - but he could pretend well enough.

So far, the locals seemed accepting of the team, something Hotch was grateful for. After all, the worst cases are the ones where no one gets along.

But, of course, things weren't going to go as swimmingly as he had planned. Opening the door, Hotch immediately comes to a holt. An officer lay on the floor, clutching his nose as he struggled to sit up right. Blood beginning to cover his hands. You stood tall, above him.

"What happened?"

"He's a prick." You answer, opening you hand, flexing it as you checked for damage, wiping the blood from your hands onto your jeans. "Said a few things he shouldn't've about Morgan."

Hotch definitely needed stronger coffee.

[i-eat-dynamites]

` > incest, 3some (ish), piss (reader pees instead of cumming)

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being bakugous cute little sister means having him and his best friend tag team you. katsukis have your back against his chest while eijiro eats your soppy little cunt. "how long have y'been wanting this hm?" his arms were wrapped around you tightly while his friends hands held your thighs apart.

"f.. f'r a while n-now..." you whined out, your voice all shaky from the never ending orgasms kiri pulled out of you. "for a while huh? what, so y've been fuckin' that cute little pussy to my friend? what dirty bitch.. " he emphasizes his words by aggressively rubbing circles on your aching clit, you hiss. "nnstop-! that's too- fuckin'-" you squirm around him, then feel a vibration and growl between your legs.

"stop moving cutie..." eijiro mumbles, his fingers digging onto the meat of your soft thighs, he dug his face into your pussy, rubbing his nose your clit while his tongue explores your gummy wallls. there's already stains on the bed from eijiros drool and your cum.

"that's enough dumbass." "hold on man.. gonna pull out a last one..." you were already a shaking mess beneath him yet he wanted to make you squirt again? what a sadist. "what!? can't cum 'nymore stupid!" you try to pry him off of you but he didn't budge, not even a bit.

"tch, f'she ends up pissing, you're cleaning it up." "i know, i know... shit.. s'all gonna worth it.." your eyes widen when you feel katsukis hands wrap behind the back of your knees then pulling them towards him, exposing more of your needy cunt to his friend. "wh-what th'fuck are you doing?!" "helping, idiot." katsuki growled, "f'you wanna make her cum then do it quick, wanna have 'er 'round my cock already." katsuki mutters.

"seriously? you wanna fuck your little sister kats? what a freak~" eijiro chuckles at his desperate attempt to get him to make you cum faster. "you idiot, don't think i haven't seen you fuck your fist t'her before. stealing one of 'er undies and burying your nose into em huh? yet you call me a freak." "at least she isn't my sister blasty." eijiro spits on your cunt, pinching your clit in between his thick fingers.

"tch... i mean... just look at her.." katsuki looks down on you. "plump tits, a fat ass a cute fuckin' cunt, who wouldn't wanna fuck her when she's got the body f'a slut~" he smirks over you before grabbing both your legs with one of his hand then sliding his free one on your slippery pussy. "look at that, soooo fuuuckin' messy..."

"shit, you're just gonna let him talk to you like that sweets?" eijiro chuckles, he looks down on your pussy, clenching around nothing while making feint squelching sounds. you mumble, "i don't care what he says...." "y'just love wearin' that pout don't ya~? always so bratty~.." eijiro leans in, he gently grabs your jaw and slowly turned your face to look at him, he licks his lips before shoving his tongue inside your hot mouth.

"mnh~." eijiro fondles your breasts, his fingers gently spreading your inverted nipples, "c'mon.... come out cutie~..." he pinches you, pulling away from your mouth then switching to your tits. "gonna gimme your milk mama?" eijiro circles his tongue around your nipple, while he pulls on the other.

"xuse me? y'plannin on knockin' her up asshole?" katsuki grabs a fitfull of his hair then pulled him away from your poor tits. "why not? mad cus you can't?" how cocky. "don't get smart with me kiri, either you fuck her thighs or use a damn condom, pick one." katsuki fumed. eijiro clicked his tongue then pulled out a condom form his back pocket.

"damn boner killer." he muttered, ripping the corner of the plastic with his teeth then tossing the wrapper aside. "and you. you fuckin' love this don't you? ya big bro watchin' as you're about t'get your cervix bruised." you nod, all bashful and coy.

"aww, look at 'er kiri, all needy and willin'" katsuki grins at your embarrassed act before spreading your legs open. "see that sis? his dicks goin' deep, deeeep inside ya~." eijiro struggles to put the condom on, his brow creasing as he exhaled now that he's got the thin plastic around his length.

"ready darlng?" "s-sooo.. fuck'n big..." "i know sweets, that's why i was stretchin' you a ton earlier, you're not gonna give up now are you? you're a big girl, s' i know you can take~" eijiro murmured, prodding your cunt with the tip of his dick, drawing circles and rubbing it up and down. "say you want it." katsuki demanded, you froze when he called. "m'not repeating myself princess. say you want his dick."

"don't wanna keep 'im waiting sis." you gulped, then whimpered a tiny 'uh huh'. "what was that? didn't quite catch it." "i-! i want it okay! i... please.. want it s'bad.." katsuki snickered, his eyes darted to kiri, a signal to plunge himself into you.

"don't hold back, pound 'er like you're life depends on it." "damn-" eijiro drops his entire weight on you, his dick immediately kissing the entrance to your womb caused every hair on your body to stand on edge. "-what a demanding older brother, how d' you keep up with him huh babe?" he begins thrusting, slow but powerful, every thrust sends the bed back, hitting the wall.

"oh my god oh my god oh my fuck'n god!" you legs were half way into going numb. you whine at feeling of his fat dick stretching your perfect pussy for him, every vein, you feel going inside, not to mention the black patch of hair sitting at the base tickles your clit when he goes down.

"y'feel that sis? look at that-" katsuki grabs the back of your head and forces you to watch your needy hole get fucked. "-takin' him so well, 'nd you're gonna take me just as good right?" your eyes shot open then snapped your head at him. "i-! mnh! can't pos- fuck! -sibly take you're- you're cock!" every word you enunciate gets cut off by eijiros strong thrusts.

"why? too pussy to take your brother's entire dick sis?" katsuki teased, his hands groping and pulling on your tits. eijiros growl caught the both of your attention. "enough talking, focus on this dick sweetheart.." he stopped moving, his dick throbbing inside you, eijiro gently moves side to side and watches the bump on your tummy move.

"look at that.. fuck.... so full of me are ya? wanna be full of my babies too?" he cackled before picking up the pace and began slamming his hips into yours faster. "y'better watch it eijiro. f'that condom breaks i'll bash your fuckin' head in." katsuki growled, a visible scowl on his face.

"chill out man, it won't, so cool your jets, jeez.." the bed creeks, every sound of skins slapping each other fills the room. even your moans, you were sure that even a few of your neighboring classmates could hear. "ooh myy fuuckin' gooood~!" your legs twitch despite being numb, your tits and the chub on your tummy bounce with every bit of his thrusts.

"oh fuck m'gonna cum..!!" you hissed, the familiar feel of it on your stomach causes your back to arch. "mnfuck-!" you whined once more, katsuki began to rub your clit while eijiro took you to poundtown.

you shrieked when you feel his finger pads on your aching bud "kats'ki! stop!" your grab him arm, attempt to protest but it did nothing, only made him rub faster. "piss on his fuck'n dick, come ooon." his hand slid side to side faster when liquid from your cunt starts to spray all over.

eijiro moans a few times before finally resting his hips onto yours. "oohhh fuuck... shit that's fuckin' hot..." you writhe beneath the both of them, your hips twitching as you continued squirting on his cock, covering his toned abs with your piss.

"heh... well fuck... it broke~"

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[madaqueue]

eternally, yours

chapter 5 | honesty

synopsis: 'forever' is a peculiar concept - how can something persist, unchanged, throughout time? when our bodies halt their aging, do our minds continue to evolve? do our hearts? choso was comfortable with his version of forever, one of solitary loneliness; that is, until he meets you. forced to confront the harsh realities of being human, the fragility of life, his definition of 'forever' changes as he stares down the barrel of eternity.

pairing: vampire!choso kamo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au. fluff, angst, smut. language, religious imagery, mentions of child abuse, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of blood, death/loss, oral (f receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 6.2k

a/n: every time i edited this i ended up adding like 100 words oops! also didn’t realize it but i was listening to forwards beckon rebound while writing this and highly recommend it def gives the vibes of this chapter

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Putting away the last few dishes, you excitedly await Choso’s arrival, your apartment finally cleaned and the soft glow of a lilac-scented candle illuminating the space. Given the state he had seen it in the past few times he spent the night, you wanted to ensure a good impression of your home, striving to make it a place he felt welcome. A soft knock at your door startles you before you swing it open, met with a familiar face smiling down at you, his eyes returned to their normal dark hue. A wave of relief courses through your body as you move to welcome him.

“I got your favorite,” he grins, holding out a plastic bag you immediately recognize from the ramen place down the street.

Stepping inside he kicks off his shoes, still clad in his scrubs from work. The black fabric does little to hide his body, and you can’t help but be drawn to him as your arms wrap around his waist, tracing the muscles of his back beneath your fingers.

“Thank you, Cho,” you hum, nuzzling into his chest, the scent of his cologne and something sterile hanging on him. Grabbing the bag it feels too light, glancing inside to see there’s only one container in it, confusion spreading across your features. “Aren’t you gonna have anything?”

Pulling you into a hug, he rests his chin atop your head. “I ate at work,” he responds. Not technically a lie, he thinks - knowing he would be seeing you tonight, he made a preemptive stop to the blood bank, putting any risk of tempting fate aside, determined to make tonight perfect. “Now, we can stay in, not have to go anywhere - no risk of you hurting yourself again,” he smirks, “and just enjoy each other’s company.”

Adjusting in his hold, you rise to your toes to kiss him. As your lips meet his, a metallic taste hangs in his mouth; yet, it’s quickly brushed aside as his hands make their way to your thighs, picking you up with ease as he carries you and your dinner to the couch.

Digging into your meal, you suddenly feel his gaze on you. “It’s not polite to stare, you know,” you tease through a mouthful of noodles.

A cheeky grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he continues observing you, his dark eyes trailing your body. “You’re just cute when you eat,” he admits.

Despite the blush creeping across your cheeks, you rummage through the blankets surrounding you, tossing the remote at him. “Why don’t you pick something out to watch so you don’t have to ogle me like your next meal,” you chuckle.

An awkward laugh leaves Choso’s throat as he adjusts - shit, was he really staring at you like that? - clicking through channels before landing on some romcom neither of you had heard of, one destined to be ironically bad and perfect static noise, allowing you to turn your thoughts down and simply enjoy being with one another.

Upon finishing your dinner, Choso finds himself resting his head on your lap as your fingers absentmindedly play with his hair, now let down as it cascades across your thighs. The movie turns into comfortable background noise as you loosely braid and unbraid his dark locks, neither of you feeling pressured to speak, at ease in each other’s tranquil presence.

The feeling of fingertips tracing small circles along your inner thigh pulls you from your relaxed mental reprieve. Muscles moving on their own, he draws languid, imprecise shapes into you, his palm cool as he begins placing soft kisses along your skin, leaving trails of gentle tingles in their wake. Something in him needs to be closer to you, buried under your flesh, become a part of you and you him.

“Choso,” you purr from above him, carding his hair through your fingers, “what’re you doin’ over there?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hums teasingly. As his lips continue their path, he feels electric, hot. A pang of guilt rises in his stomach, sensing his body's desire to consume you, to feed from you. He thought the blood bag at the hospital was sufficient to avoid this, yet he finds himself trembling, heart pounding in his ears, palms becoming sweaty. Shoving down his internal disgust at the thought of hurting you, he decides to settle for the next best thing.

You can feel his smile before he shifts his weight, planting him on his knees in front of you. Kneading into the supple flesh of your legs, he holds them apart slightly as he looks up at you. His dark eyes hold a new fire behind them, one of carnal need.

His lips trace a path, ever so slowly, towards your core, heat beginning to build as his gaze never sways from yours. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs into your skin, each word punctuated by pecks.

Opening your mouth to respond, any sound you began to make suddenly transforms into a moan as his mouth makes contact with your clothed heat through the thin material of your shorts.

“Can I taste you, please?” he whispers from beneath you. A soft “mhm” leaves your throat in affirmation, Choso taking the invitation to tug your shorts down, pulling your panties to the side. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters, eyes locked onto your pussy, glistening with desire.

“Cho,” you whine, heat flushing your cheeks in embarrassment.

His eyes flit up to yours for a moment, a smirk forming across his features. “Sorry, just couldn’t help myself.”

With that, he reorients his attention between your legs. He licks a slow stripe up your folds, a deep groan vibrating against your skin as his eyes roll back.

Holy fuck, now this is heaven. Choso immediately loses himself in you, overcome in lust. He can’t imagine a sweeter taste, a better high, than this.

His tongue circles your clit, his body following a primal instinct, his mind crafted for you, each neuron programmed for your pleasure. And pleasure it brings. His mouth covers your bud, sucking gently as he flicks over it. A soft moan of his name leaves your lips as your hands grip firmly into his hair, undoing the loose braids that remained in it. Holding him in place, you buck your hips up, desperate for more. Nails gently scratching at his scalp, he releases a heavenly breath.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans into you, “taste s’good.”

His words barely register in your mind, too lost in the bliss he’s bringing you as you continue grinding against his face. Adjusting his position slightly, his tongue swirls your entrance, teasing.

“Please, Cho,” the words hitting your ears before you realize you’ve said them, allowing yourself to willingly give in to him, surrendering to his desires.

Yet, it’s still not enough, his hunger unsatiated. Kneeling at the altar of his new god, he demands to be perceived, recognized for his servitude. His voice is low as he growls out the demand, the plea. “Let me see you.”

Opening your eyes, foggy in pleasure, you struggle to focus on him as your head weakly tilts downward. Your thoughts are sluggish, consumed only with the man between your legs. His gaze locks on yours, his pupils blown wide, barely noticeable in contrast to their normal black hue.

At the sight of you, your eyes glossed over, jaw slack, cheeks flushed, he loses any shred of control. If this desire is heaven or hell, he doesn’t care, so long as you’re the one guiding him there.

Bringing his palm over to rest on your hip, his thumb draws rough circles over your clit, the cold of his skin sending shockwaves through your body. His actions are imprecise, driven purely by lust, as your flutter closed in ecstasy, tightness pulling at your core.

“Hey, eyes on me,” Choso’s deep voice pulls you back to reality momentarily, the contrasting softness of his words making your head spin. Complying immediately, you lazily return your focus to him. “That's my girl,” he hums into you.

Finally plunging his tongue into you, a broken moan echoes through your apartment, your thoughts too clouded to discern if it was you or him. Knuckles turning white from your grip on his hair, you bring him impossibly closer. “C-Choso,” you whimper, the cord inside you pulling tighter and tighter.

He needs this. He needs you. He needs more, more, more. The words are spilling out, hot breath against your skin, his greed getting the better of him. “Cum for me.”

You snap. Your legs shake as euphoria consumes your body, warm like the heat of the sun despite the wintery grip on your thighs. His actions never slow as he fervently tongues your cunt, driving you further and further into the depths of ecstasy with each move of his muscles.

To Choso, the whimpers of his name as you finish are a symphony only angels could conjure, the gates of heaven opening to meet him. As he messily laps up your essence, he swears he sees the clouds parting for him.

Coming down from your high, you finally return to your senses. Realizing how tightly you held onto him, you release your hands from his hair and slowly blink. Rising from his knees, he leans above you, placing a tender kiss to your lips, the taste of you lingering on him. Despite the noticeable tent forming under his pants from his erection, he needs nothing else, finally feeling satiated, full.

“Can I repay the favor?” your voice wavers, breathy. He simply smiles, rubbing his nose against yours as your arms weakly wrap around his body.

“This was all I wanted, no favor to repay,” he whispers against your lips before pressing his against them. Adoration radiates from his body, the static around him temporarily quieted in satisfaction.

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆

Exhaustion settles over your body as Choso returns his head in your lap, the TV softly playing in the background despite the lack of attention you both pay to it. Running your fingers through his hair, you find yourself once again at peace.

Stirring beneath you, he moves to sit up slightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Mind if I go change into something a bit more comfortable?”

You can’t help but chuckle. “Baby, you know we’ve seen each other naked before, right? You don’t have to leave to do that.”

His cheeks blush slightly, still unaccustomed to the intimacy he’s found with you - more than just physical, there was an intrinsic emotional connection you shared, one that made him stumble over his words and his feelings, making his heart flutter in a mix of nervousness and excitement when he thinks of you. “I know,” he sheepishly grins.

Dramatically rolling your eyes, you giggle. “If you insist,” you tease, “bathroom is down the hall on the right.”

Placing another peck to your lips, he stands and moves down the hall. He knows he’s been here before, but the night of your first date his mind was too clouded to have formed a solid map; truthfully, most of his memories blended together at this point, the only thing consistently bookending them was your presence. Reaching the first door, he turns the handle.

“Wait-” you call, but it’s too late.

The door swings open, revealing another bedroom - a twin-sized mattress, dark blue sheets, superhero posters covering the walls. A thin layer of dust covers everything, swirling from the sudden gust of the unexpected entrance.

“Choso,” you begin, “let me explain.”

Rising from the couch, you grab his hand and guide him back to his seat next to you. Confusion is clear on his face, yet an openness lies behind his gaze. Taking in an uneven breath, you hold his hand in yours.

“Do you remember the night we met, in the hospital?”

He silently nods in response. Nervousness courses through your veins, fingers anxiously kneading into his palms.

“I told you I was Megumi’s guardian. And it’s true, I am, but…it’s more complicated than that.”

Gently squeezing your hand, the coolness of his touch steadies you.

“I…when our mom died, I wanted to take care of him, I tried to get custody of him. But I was too young, and I couldn’t prove he’d have a good home, and I - shit - I just wanted him to be safe. So he got adopted by someone who said he’d keep him close, who’d let me stay his legal guardian. And he did okay, at first; he wasn’t the perfect father but at least he was trying. But then he started drinking, disappearing all night. He got angry, leaving us feeling like we had to tiptoe around a bomb with its lit fuse slowly dwindling, like one wrong step would make it explode. And somewhere along the way, things changed when I started standing up for myself, and for Megumi. I guess one day he decided he had enough, that he didn’t just not love me anymore, but he hated me.”

A dark chuckle escapes your throat. “And I mean, how fucked up is that? How do you hate a kid who’s just trying their best to keep their little brother safe?” Sighing, you continue. “I guess it doesn’t really matter, anyways. He wanted to hurt me, and I didn’t let him. But eventually, he figured out the one thing he could do to get to me, the one person he could use.”

Your chest is tight, unable to catch your breath, your ribs closing in on the dread inside you, a cage of your memories, your regret. “I guess Megumi says he’s nice when they’re alone, but I don’t think that kid would know cruelty if it hit him in the face. But of course, the minute I’m around, he’s…different. And I haven’t been able to prove it, but I know it, that goddamn piece of shit…” you trail off, eyes stinging. “He hurts him.”

Choso leans forward, silently wiping tears you hadn’t even realized were falling from your cheeks. His hands remain softly on your jaw, holding your gaze with his.

“I kept this room for him, waiting for the day I got full custody, but every time I try the court says I’m not ready, and I just -” you sniffle, “-I just want him to be safe.”

Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you into a hug as sobs rack your body. The weight of your guilt had been a burden your entire life, one you had always carried alone, and despite the heaviness of your confession, your body feels lighter to have finally shared it with someone.

Your tears continue to fall, dampening Choso’s shoulder as he holds you. His hands gently stroke your hair, your body pressed into his.

“We’ll keep him safe,” he whispers, “I promise.”

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As summer turns to fall, the leaves falling overhead as cold winds blow through the air, your love for Choso continues to grow, a warm spot within your heart. Megumi’s never-ending enthusiasm expands to his classes, excitedly sharing his new knowledge with you when he sees you every weekend. Joyous babbles of the words he learned or reciting multiplication tables fills your time together, interspersed with pleas to see his summer best friend, Yuji. Fortunately, Yuji’s eagerness is similarly conveyed to his older brother.

During one of your lunchtime walks with Choso, a weekly routine you had grown to cherish as you stroll hand in hand through downtown, your eyes land on a flier posted inside the window of an unfamiliar storefront. The bold phrase ‘Halloween Haunted Hayride’ catches your attention as you pause, tugging his hand as you plant your feet to read further.

“Wanna go?” he asks, sensing your interest as your gaze lingers over the words.

A smile graces your lips at his attentiveness, the softness in his voice making your heart flutter. “I was thinking maybe we could bring the boys?”

“I think that sounds like a lovely idea,” he smiles, placing a kiss to the top of your head before continuing your path through the city.

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The night is shockingly cold, even for late October. The wind cuts through you, a shiver racking your body as your arms cross in an attempt to protect your warmth. Choso instinctively wraps himself around you as he rubs your shoulder, pulling you into him. The roughness of his jean jacket suddenly makes contact with your shoulders as he drapes it over you, leaving him in an unbuttoned flannel and black t-shirt, the cotton soft as his arm rests behind your back.

Rumbles of the tractor fills the air, the only sound besides Megumi and Yuji’s soft giggles from where they sit across from you. As the vehicle carries you further and further into the woods, the two boys pluck small pieces of hay from the bales beneath them, throwing them at each other before they’re lost into the darkness beyond the lights illuminating the trailer. When the tractor finally halts, you take your cue to begin the haunted trail.

Hopping off the back, the gravel crackles under your shoes as you begin your path out of the woods. As the sound of the engine fades into the distance, you’re left alone with nothing but the weak flashlights the tour company provided you with to guide you.

Suddenly, you feel small fingers grab your hand; glancing down, you see Megumi, eyes wide, staring into the darkness ahead. “I’m here if you get scared,” he whispers, squeezing your hand. Smiling, you grab onto Choso’s hand who repeats the action with Yuji, the four of you walking in unison forward.

All of a sudden, a man in zombie makeup hobbles from between the trees, his arms outstretched, with a low groan of, “Braaaaaaiiinnnss.” A nervous laugh escapes your throat as he stands threateningly in place.

“Is this their idea of ‘haunting’?” Choso leans over to whisper into your ear with a chuckle. Beside you, Megumi begins weakly trembling, tightening his hold on your hand.

Continuing your path, a loud scream tears through the trees as a woman, covered in a ghastly white dress with ghoulishly pale skin, runs towards you. Her shrieks invoke a deep terror, yet Choso’s presence is enough to reassure you. It’s not real, you remember.

As she continues her course past you, your breathing steadies. Glancing down to check on your younger brother, your palm suddenly feels empty as the cold breeze fills it in his absence. Shit. Dread fills your body as your gaze flickers across the space in front of you, thoughts racing in panic. Where did he go? What if he got hurt? It was your fault for letting him run off like this, for even bringing him here.

Looking to Choso, whose attention is focused on teasing Yuji through the boy’s retorts of, “I’m not even scared! You are!”, the man senses the fear in your eyes as he turns to face you.

“Megumi’s gone,” you manage to choke out as you scan the woods.

Immediately Choso switches into action, calling Megumi’s name into the emptiness ahead. As if on cue, the flashlight in your hand dies, curtaining you in the blackness of night. Terror builds in your bones as the reality of the situation sets in, desperately searching through the foliage off the path.

Yuji’s high-pitched voice cuts through the silence. “He’s over there,” he states, pointing into the darkness. Squinting your eyes, you still find yourself unable to make out anything besides vague shapes of trees against the nighttime sky.

“Shit,” Choso mutters, eyes following the direction of Yuji’s attention.

He suddenly takes off into the woods, only traceable by the sound of rustling leaves under his boots as he moves through the heaped piles off the trail. Megumi’s fearful cry is heard as the sound of branches breaking echoes through the silence.

A moment passes.

Two.

Your heart races in your chest as Yuji walks over to you, grabbing your hand. “They’re okay,” he reassures, feet planted firmly in place next to you.

“How do you know that, Yuji?” you ask, still unable to make out anything happening in the twilight surrounding you.

“I can see them,” Yuji responds easily, as though it was second nature. “Can’t you?”

Before you can question him further, Choso returns to your line of sight, carrying Megumi in his arms. Your brother’s eyes are wide in terror, tears streaming down his cheeks. The moment he’s set down he runs to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs, “I got scared.”

Stroking his hair, your heart finally settles. He’s safe. “It’s okay, buddy,” you hum, “you’re okay.”

Yuji’s small arms wrap around Megumi from behind, holding both of you in a silent hug. Following his lead, Choso walks to you, tension hanging in his body as he joins the peace of the moment.

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Given the emotional shakeup of the evening, you willingly acquiesce to the boys’ requests for a sleepover. Settling them into your living room, blankets and pillows being collected to build “the most amazing, awesome, best fort of all time,” you and Choso finally collapse into bed. Resting your head on his chest, his fingers stroke your hair.

You want to feel calm, you want to slip into the comfortable respite of sleep, but something in your heart tugs you out of it.

“Choso?” you whisper tentatively.

“Mhm?”

“What happened, in the woods?”

“Oh,” he sighs, “Megumi had managed to climb up one of the trees a ways off the path - he was pretty high up there too, that little monkey,” he chuckles. “The branch he was on wasn’t strong enough to hold him, I guess, so it broke. Luckily I was there, though, and caught him as he was falling.”

A moment of silence falls as you process his words. “Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“How were you able to see him in the dark?”

His body tenses at your question. Shit, did Yuji say something to you? A nervous chuckle leaves his throat. “My night vision is just good, I guess.” Against his chest, you feel his heart rate pick up, beating against his ribs so hard he worries it might erupt. Each thrum sends another shockwave of dread through him, his blood running cold.

Adjusting your position, you sit up to look him in the eyes. “I know you’re lying.” Panic flashes across his features as his gaze covers your face, an uncertainty shared between the two of you. “Choso,” you prod, “please, just tell me the truth.”

Biting down on his lip, he inhales, momentarily breaking eye contact as he anxiously turns away. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” His eyes darken as they meet yours again, unwavering. “Because it’ll scare you.”

Reaching up, you place a gentle hand on his face, fingers tracing his jaw. “Nothing you say will scare me.”

“You can’t know that,” he sighs, worry building. It should scare you, he thinks. You should run, hide, be anywhere but here with him. He’s dangerous, a threat, a weapon. All he’s done is hurt people, and he can’t do that to you, he won’t. But how long can he fight against his very nature?

Leaning up, you place a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling his body shake beneath yours. Something about him looks so small, so terrified, as his eyes follow yours. A reassuring smile forms across your features. “I swear to you, for as long as I live, that I will never be scared of you.”

His eyebrows furrow in nervousness. Is he really about to do this? Is he really about to give up everything, break the one rule he swore to uphold, for you? For love?

Fuck, does he love you? Thinking back over the past few months all he can feel is warmth, a comfort he had never known before. Every moment with you felt like the sunshine after rain, the first warm day after a cold, lonely winter. The darkness in his life lifted the day he met you - is he ready to risk returning to that? If he doesn’t tell you, will he be forsaken to night anyways?

“Okay,” he sighs, his voice wavering, “but just…promise to listen to the whole thing, okay?”

“I promise,” you grin softly.

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Choso Kamo had never been exceptional.

From the day he was born, he knew his place in the world, one of servitude, of submission. His job was to care for others, his younger siblings, and to provide for his family. The burden of labor was placed on his shoulders, one he carried willingly so long as his sacrifice ensured his brothers’ wellbeing.

So he worked. Everyday he woke, fed his family, completed the innumerable tasks assigned to him at whatever factory would take him, and returned home. Day in and day out, his bones worn down in the same way as his soul. Yet, he persisted: not for himself, no, but for those he loved.

But love could only protect them for so long.

When he returned home in the dead of night from another grueling shift, one that blended into the countless others, a joyless monotony, his exhaustion clouded his recognition of the smoke on the horizon. When he saw the flames overtaking his home, his neighborhood, his family, it was as though the tiredness inside him vanished, replaced with resolution, a determination, to save them.

Without a second thought he ran into the burning building, flames pricking at his flesh as he tore through the rooms, desperate for any sign of life. The first bedroom, Kechizu’s, was empty, as was the small kitchen off the main hallway. Continuing through the house, smoke began filling his lungs as he pushed open the other bedroom door, Eso’s, again empty.

Running through the hallways, a collapsing beam suddenly struck his face as it cracked under the weight of his home. The rough wood collided with his nose as it broke, every breath now a mix of smoke and blood as it spilled down his chin. Yet, he persisted, the pain only a momentary falter in his path.

Entering the final bedroom, one belonging to his parents, a rough choke racked his frame. His body began being consumed by the heat, his soul melting into it. As his eyes scanned the space, they landed on the bed, four forms resting in it. He cried out their names, begging them to rise, but there was no life left in this space, no hope.

Unable to will himself to move, he stood firm, feet planted upon the crackling floorboards. He vowed to die there, with his family. With those he loved.

As his vision went black, the flames overtaking him, he felt a sudden hand grab him as his body finally collapsed.

Awaking under the light of the moon, Choso felt the cool grass beneath him as raindrops slowly covered his body. He was alive?

“You shouldn’t have gone in there,” a gruff voice sounded from above him.

In the haze of the fire, Choso’s eyes struggled to focus on the man above him. As he tried to move his arms, pain shot across his body, the smell of burning flesh hitting his nose. Was it his?

“You’re hurt,” the man next to him stated, emotionless.

The only sound Choso could utter in response was a guttural groan, the smoke still uncleared from his lungs as blood pooled against his lips.

“Do you want me to save you?”

“W-what?” Choso managed to choke out.

The stranger knelt to his level, his pink hair haloed by the moon. An angel?

“Do you want me to save you?” he repeated.

Choso’s vision finally cleared enough to focus on him, gaze loosely scanning his face. His red eyes glowed under the moonlight. No - a devil.

“Why?” Choso coughed.

The man laughed, a dark, haunting sound against the crackling flames in the distance. “Don’t think I’m rewarding your stupidity, fool.” He leaned over, face hovering above Choso’s. “You were strong, and I admire that. So for the final time, I’ll ask, do you want me to save you?”

The adrenaline finally began to wear off as Choso’s eyes flickered, threatening to close for the final time. His body ached, every muscle burned in agony. Did he want to be saved? Images of his brothers flashed through his thoughts, their smiles as they gathered around the table. Would they want him to be saved? Through the fog clouding his mind, a weak “Yes,” left his lips through a strained exhale.

With his admission, the man above him chuckled. “Good,” he remarked, his teeth catching the light of the moon. With ease he found Choso’s weak pulse against the scorched skin of his neck, his fangs piercing the pale skin in one swift motion.

A pained scream echoed through the night air as rain continued to fall, extinguishing the flames of Choso’s home and of his soul.

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Disbelief clouds your mind as his words settle. “No,” is all you can mutter, the word repeating in the empty silence, unable to meet Choso’s gaze from where he sits across from you on your bed.

“I know it’s a lot,” he whispers, holding your hands in his. “And I understand if you’re afraid of me, or want me to leave, or hate me, or-”

“No,” you restate. “I don’t…I don’t hate you, Choso. And I don’t want you to leave.”

He lets out a sigh of relief as he stirs uneasily next to you. “Are you…afraid of me?”

Taking in a shaky breath, you pause for a moment. After everything he’s told you, you should be scared, his very existence proof of the nightmares you’ve heard since you were young, the cautionary tales ones you brushed off as fantasy. But now, you hold their truth in your palm, your fingers intertwined. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to feel the fear they warrant.

“No.” Glancing up, your eyes lock with his. “I’m not afraid of you.”

His gaze softens as he looks at you, the rich darkness in them free of malice, of malevolence. The only emotion his soul exudes is tenderness, a promise of protection.

He would have died for those he loved. He would do it again, for you.

Reaching a hand up, you gently stroke his cheek as tears begin to spill over his lashes. Wiping them away with your thumb, you sense the worry they carried, now free as it leaves his body. Pulling him into your embrace, he begins to sob.

“I - fuck - I was so scared I was going to lose you,” he chokes.

Wrapping your arms around him, your fingers gently stroke his back.

“You are never going to lose me,” you promise, “ever.”

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As the knowledge of his secret settles, you find a tentative peace in your heart. Resting against his chest you allow yourself to sleep in his arms, the beating of his heart echoing through your ears - proof of his existence, of his humanity.

The following morning, Yuji and Megumi return to their respective homes, granting you and Choso privacy in your apartment. Sitting next to you on the couch, he once again takes your hands in his.

“I know I dumped a lot of information on you last night, and I imagine you must have questions, so if you want to ask them, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

His honesty, his desire to be completely forthcoming with you, puts you at ease. Locking eyes with him, you build your resolve, prepared for anything.

“So…” you begin, “you’re a vampire?” An easy enough question to start with.

Choso simply nods, a sufficient affirmation.

“And you drink blood?”

“Yes. But only from blood bags,” he explains.

Understanding clicks into place as you connect the pieces you’d been presented. “Is that why you’re a doctor?”

“No,” he answers truthfully, “I’m a doctor because I wanted to help people, to save them.” Because he couldn’t save his brothers. “But it is certainly a convenience to have access to the blood bank.”

“Have you ever drank blood from a living person?”

“Yes.”

Stunned for a moment, you fight back the apprehension within you. You expected this to be his answer - after all, he couldn’t have been a doctor forever, it’s what he needed to survive, and how could you fault him for simply persevering?

“When was the last time?”

“About two months ago.”

But shit, you didn’t expect it to be so recent. Nervousness builds as your hands begin to shake.

“But I didn’t want to,” he continues explaining. “She was a patient of mine, and it was her dying wish.”

You sigh, steadying yourself. “Have you ever thought about drinking my blood?”

“Yes.” He pauses, heat flushing his cheeks. “But I wouldn’t.”

Something about the openness of his admission, the shyness and fear in the way he closes off his shoulders in your silence, affirms the truth behind his words. Squeezing his hands, you continue.

“How old are you, really?”

He hesitates for a moment, trying to gather the recollections of his life, the broken frames that hang his memories through the hallways of his mind. “150, give or take.”

“You don’t know how old you are?”

He shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “After so many years I guess I just stopped counting”

“Oh,” you trail off. It truly isn’t his age that holds your attention, but rather the fact that his life had blurred to such an extent. Had he not felt celebrated? Had he ever felt remembered? Despite the influx of information, your thoughts continue racing with more questions. Glancing up at him, there’s a gentle fear behind his gaze, a quiet worry. Your body moves to comfort him before your mind can catch up. Tracing your fingertips across the bridge of his nose, his skin wrinkles under the lightness of his touch. “So, your tattoo…” you trail off, piecing together the brief glimpses he gave you into his past.

“It’s a reminder,” he hums, his tone laced with sorrow. His mind involuntarily conjures up memories, the crack of wood, the pain of his nose breaking, blood trickling down his chin, before he shakes them off. “Becoming like this, it heals you, but I wanted some way to remember what I did it all for - who I did it all for.”

“So, the man who turned you, is that your older brother?”

“Yes,” he begins, “Sukuna. But like I said, we aren’t related by blood.”

“Wait…” you think aloud, “so does that mean…Yuji is like you?”

“Yes,” he states, “w-well, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

His eyebrows crease as he looks away, struggling to find the words. “It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated,” you chuckle, “as if this whole thing isn’t ‘complicated.’”

A small laugh leaves Choso’s throat as he returns his gaze to you, the heaviness of the moment temporarily relieved. Even through something like this, an impossible situation, the immovable boulder, things are still, somehow, easy.

“So,” you continue, “is that why you refuse to eat the food I make?”

“Mhm…it’s not that I don’t like food, it’s just that I don’t really have to eat it, and it kind of all tastes like dirt,” he sheepishly admits.

“Now I know you didn’t just tell me my cooking tastes like dirt,” you tease, a smile returning to your features. Before he can retort, your mind continues to wander. “Wait,” you blurt, “but you go outside, I’ve seen you during the day!”

A boyish giggle escapes Choso as the air lightens. “You don’t seriously believe I can’t go out in the sun, do you?”

“What else am I supposed to think, it’s not like there’s a Youtube tutorial for how vampires work!”

Rolling his eyes, Choso laughs. “You watch too many movies.”

Playfully hitting his arm, you allow yourself to feel the joy of the moment, the comfort it brings. Holding yourself close to him, you place a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for telling me all this, Cho,” you hum.

“You deserved the truth.”

His hand makes its way to your face, his cool fingertips gently stroking your cheek. Leaning forward, your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet his. The kiss is slow, deliberate, tender, everything Choso strives to be, for you.

For the first time in his life, he feels truly at peace. His greatest secret, one he swore to protect, is now revealed, the cave of his heart unveiled through the stone that had sealed it; yet, it is not empty, but full of pure, unadulterated, love.

Pulling away for a moment, you rest your forehead on his as your eyes meet.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

The last word comes out softly, barely a whisper, lending itself as a silent promise. “Forever.”

As your lips meet his, you allow yourself to meld into his infinity, becoming a part of his past, present, and future. A peace settles over you, plagued only for a moment by a small seed of doubt planted in the very back corner of your mind. As its roots begin to grow, you find yourself wondering: How long will you have with him? Will your lifetime be enough?

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Stay the night

Warnings: sexual content, profanity, fluff , asshole Jake , mdni 18+

Jake x fem reader

"fuck that's it baby" Jake panted as he thrusted hard into you , his arms wrapped around you and his face buried in your neck.

All you could do was whine and mutter his name under your breath , your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes closed , clawing at his back as you bounced under him .

"oh fuck-!" Jake groaned when your walls clenched around him , making him spill his seed into you unexpectedly.

"don't stop please!" You moan in desperation and he didn't. His pace didn't even faulter.

"I'm not stopping baby. You know I always take care of you" Jake spoke breathlessly, pressing his lips against the side out your cheek.

You whine as he kept hitting that spot that made your legs numb and your body tremble .

"come for me baby" Jake pushed , his voice was tired and whiney . It was enough to make you burst out on his cock as he continued to fuck you .

"fuck" Jake hissed as he pulled out of you , giving you a peck on the lips before falling next to you on the bed.

The two of you lay there for a couple minutes to catch your breath and then he sat up at the edge of the bed and started picking up his clothes off the floor to leave .

"Jacob" you call, rolling up closer to him on the bed as you watch him grab his clothes off the ground.

"hm?" He hummed disinterestedly as he pulled his pants up his legs and slipped his red worn out tshirt over his head and slipped his arms through the holes , shimmying it down his body

You think twice before opening your mouth . The tone he had seemed so uninterested , contradicting how he was when he was fucking you a few minutes ago .

He turned over his shoulder and looked at you , wondering what was wrong because you didn't say anything .

"what's wrong?" He asks , his eyebrows pinched in worry as his eyes scanned down your naked body that you hid Under the sheets .

"nothing" you sigh and roll back on your side , back facing him as tears pricked your eyes .

You and Jake started hooking up a few months ago with the promise to catch no feelings and to keep it casual. But obviously with Jake's charm , anyone would fall for him .

You didn't want to tell him how you felt because you were scared he would stop wanting to hook up . So you decide it's better to keep things the way it was and cherish the little times you had with him although it broke your heart everytime me left.

"y|n" he called , curious to know what you wanted to say.

"what's wrong?" Jake asked again , growing impatiently.

"nothing! Forget it!" You snapped , your nose was blocked because you were tearing up and your voice sounded different.

"are you crying?!" Jake immediately moved closer to you and leaned over your shoulder to look at your face . And you immediately panic and pull your sheets up to cover your face .

"wa- y|n? What the fuck? Are you crying?" Jake asked as he tried to pull the sheet down but you wouldn't let him .

"did I hurt you? What did I do? Why are you crying?" Jake was panicking . You cursed yourself, wishing you were better at hiding your feelings to avoid all this .

"I hurt you? Did I go to hard on you ?" Jake asked when you didn't deny it the first time .

"no Jake I'm fine" you say, trying to sound stern.

"you don't sound fine y|n. You better cut the shit and tell me what the fuck happened" Jake said , like an order . Like he was angry .

You stayed quiet deciding what to do, when Jake pulled the sheet down your face in one pull .

"Jake!" You whine as you try to turn away and hide your face from him but he pushed you on your back and straddled you before spreading your legs.

"what are you doing?" You try to push your legs together but he spreads them out again and spread your folds with his fingers , his eyes thoroughly inspecting you for signs of redness or rupture .

"you look fine . Is it internal?" Jake asked and you immediately clam your legs together and ball up on your side .

"No. you didn't hurt me I'm fine" you say , reaching down to grab your sheet but Jake pulled it out of your reach .

"why in the hell are you crying then?" Jake asked. He seemed angry , you couldn't understand why he could be nice about it . He asked like he cared but his tone said otherwise.

"because I want to Jake! Fuck off now! leave! Why do you even care anyway!?" You yell as tears dropped down your face . Reality hurts knowing you'll never be something Jake could love .

"what the fuck did I even do!? Why are you yelling at ME !? we were fine few fucking minutes ago and now you're crying and yelling at me and won't tell me why!?" Jake yelled back in frustration.

He made you fall for him is what he did. Stupid sly bastard . Why did he have to be so perfect?

"stay the night with me" you say softly. The words came out of you before you could think .

It wasn't that much of a favour? He just had to sleep with you. How you longed to share those moments with Jake . Watching him sleep , watching him wake up , watching him come out from the shower.

"what?" Jake asked , his tone also lowered, wondering if he heard you correctly.

"stay the night" you repeat like you were giving him an order while trying to mask your nervousness.

He started at you for a couple seconds sceptically and you braced yourself for a rejection.

"alright" was all he said , keeping his sceptical expression as he took his pants and tshirt back off , leaving him in his jocks .

He smacked your lamp off before getting under your sheets . You were surprised how quickly he agreed to your request.

You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arm and leg around him and he instinctively cuddled you back .

You felt like your heart was erupting . It was the first time being so close with jake without having his tongue down your throat of his dick inside you. Just innocent embracing.

You prayed he couldn't feel your rapid heart beat but your prayers did you dirty . He could infact feel your heart pounding and he was thinking of all the possible reasons you could be crying and wanting him to stay with you .

"is everything alright?" Jake asked , the worry taking over him when he couldn't come up with a solution to your behaviour.

"y|n" he called your name with impatience.

"talk to me" he pushed , his voice stern but his hand gently caressing your bare back .

"promise me you won't stop seeing me" you say , moving back to look at him. His eyes widened at your statement

"what make you think I would do that?" Jake asks , his calloused finger tips making circles on your shoulder.

You shrug and run your palm against his skin to his chest . You kept your palm there as you felt his heart beating. He was looking at you confused but you ignored it . You just wanted to embrace the moment.

He held your wrist and pulled your hand away from his chest , instead bringing your hand to his mouth where he kissed the back of your fingers, making you smile and cup his face .

You slid your hand into his hair and massaged his scalp and watched as his eyes fluttered closed .

He hummed softly as you pet his hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear , you then started playing with his squishy earlobe . It was something you'd always do with someone you love, touch their ears alot .

Your eyes danced on his face as his eyes remained closed , he seemed to be drifting asleep. You soaked up as much of him as you could. Engraving every little crevice of his face .

"I can't sleep if you stare at me like that" Jake mumbled with his eyes still closed and you smiled but ignored him .

You traced his temple and eyebrow and cheekbones and nose with you fingertips. Touching lips slightly and then tracing his jaw , and the going back to his lips . God you loved his lips . How the curled up when he smiled. How they felt against your skin. You wanted to remember his touch and how he felt like.

He kissed your fingers as you touched his lips , his eyes still closed and you smiled again before sliding your hand down his gorgeous neck and Adams apple . And then his collar bone and chest and shoulders and back and stomach.

"what's on your mind?" Jake asks .

"you" you said and his eyes opened and looked at you . You thought you said it in your head but apparently not .

"you're being very different today" Jake says , his face becoming serious instead of relaxed.

"oh my god" he propped himself on his forearm and looked down at you with wide eyes , like he realised something.

"are you- are you pregnant?" Jake asked , the fear in his eyes would be funny if you weren't in love with him and wanting to secretly be the mother of his children if you could.

"no" you state blatantly.

"oh thank god" Jake fell back into the bed with a sigh .

Your heart was breaking. The more you spent time with him the more he made you fall for him and the more he hurt you .

You turn around and lie on your other side, back facing Jake in case you broke down into tears again .

He didn't get the hint that you were upset . Instead he wrapped his arm back around you and spooned you

You lay there listening to Jake's breathing getting relaxed and heavy as he started to fall asleep. You hoped you could have this moment last forever.

You didn't even realise when you'd fallen asleep until you were woken up by the sunlight coming in from your window.

You immediately turned around and sat up on the bed to find it empty . Tears pricked your eyes as you caressed the cold empty sheets that Jake was lying on .

You looked around the room to find his clothes gone from the floor . Like he was never even there at all. Like he was just part of your dreams. A gut wretched fiction of your imagination .

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Brat

More filth for @netherese0rb. I hope I've done the bear justice and you enjoy this my sweet! 💜

Halsin x F!Tav smut, 18+ etc etc.

Taglist:

@alpydk @boufsy @owlseeyoulaterpal @lanafofana

@auroraesmeraldarose @aryancunin @miradelletarot @marlowethebard @silent-words

‘You’re so calm all the time,’ said Tav as she and Halsin walked a little ways out of camp, picking mushrooms and herbs for that night’s dinner. ‘I don’t get it.’

‘Peace is hard won,’ he said, kneeling to sluice his bloodied face with water. ‘You cultivate calm where you can, my heart.’

‘Hmm.’ Tav grasped a sprig of water mint and pulled harder than she meant to, wrenching it out by the roots and throwing it into the basket. ‘I just wish…’ She set the basket down, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘You’re so… I don’t know.’ She threw up her hands in frustration, unable to find the words. Stomping off, her hackles raised as Halsin’s laugh followed her in the balmy air, thick with honeysuckle and jasmine. She settled against a mossy tree, arms crossed.

‘What troubles you, sweet one?’ asked Halsin, loping over in long strides and looking down at her with eyes soft as a spring morning.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, not knowing how to say it. With a haughty little sniff, she turned away, trying not to smirk.

‘Ah, you’re playing with me,’ he said, his voice dropping to a rumble. ‘Brat.’ Her head snapped up to stare at him, eyes wide. ‘Get up.’ She stood slowly, suddenly feeling wary. Her muscles tensed, suddenly unsure what he would do. He stepped forward and moved slowly, like she was a scared fawn. ‘C’mere.’ Halsin’s eyes glowed gold but when he reached out his touch was gentle, trailing up her jaw and into her hair; she leaned into his touch only for him to gather her hair in his fist and pull her head back, watching her mouth fall open as she whimpered. He licked obscenely at her lips, groaning as he pushed inside her mouth and held her still. Her hands clutched his arms, but he would not be swayed, kissing until her mouth was swollen and she heaved great gulps of air as he pulled away.

‘Fuck… you…’ she tried. Tav strained against his grip, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss her again. He tasted of honey and smoke.  ‘Halsin, for fuck sake!’   

‘Impatient little thing,’ he said, stealing another kiss. ‘You’re so beautiful like that.’ He gave her a sweet smile and let go, taking a few steps back. ‘We should get back, the others will be wondering where we are.’

She stared open mouthed at his retreating back, unable to believe he’d leave her like this. ‘You aren’t serious-’

‘Deadly,’ he said, pausing but not turning. ‘If you will play games, my heart, you must learn to be a good girl and wait.’

She flushed. ‘What the hell-’

He gave a throaty laugh. ‘Feeling frustrated, my heart?’

‘Supremely.’

‘Indeed? Well.’  He tapped his lower lip, pretending to think. ‘I suppose I could be persuaded to help you out.’

‘Persuaded?’

His eyes darkened suddenly with a look that turned her insides to jelly. They flashed gold again and he threatened to transform, shuddering with the effort of remaining himself. ‘I am more beast than man, my heart. I want nothing more than to bring you such pleasure it makes you cry, but it will be on my terms, do you understand? So if you want me- all of me- swallow your pride and beg.’

She could not believe her ears. The edge in his voice brooked no argument. He was unmoved, only giving her a pitying look when she pressed her thighs together. ‘Please,’ she whispered.

‘Ah-ah,’ he grinned wolfishly at her. ‘Louder. Tell me what you want.’

‘Stop teasing and screw my brains out!’ she snapped.

‘Oh my,’ came Astarion’s voice on the wind from camp, faint but clearly delighted by what he was hearing.

‘Stop being such a perv, Astarion,’ came Karlach’s voice. ‘Let the poor girl get railed without your interference.’

‘Shit.’ Tav paled. ‘Halsin, wait- oof!’ His massive frame pinned her against the tree, her back to his chest.

‘Too late,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘If you try and stay quiet, I’ll only fuck you harder.’ He was hard against her as he grabbed her hair and arched her back, sliding into her slowly with his other arm braced against the tree. He groaned into her ear. ‘You feel so good, my heart.’ He pulled back, paused, and drove forward. Tav screamed, biting down on her lip. ‘What did I say?’ he growled, slamming into her again and again. ‘Louder!’ he snarled, rapidly losing control. Tav was barely aware of anything except him, his scent and weight and hands as overwhelming as his cock inside her making her body quake and sweat.

He kept his promise. She sobbed in pleasure, coming over and over and over again, overstimulated and barely able to stop the cries tumbling from her lips. He murmured in her ear the whole time, told her how good she felt, how beautiful she was, what a good girl she was taking his cock like that. Finally his control slipped and he came with a muffled cry of his own into her shoulder, spilling hot inside her.

‘Oh, bravo!’ came Astarion’s voice from camp, with his high-pitched giggle. ‘I’m almost jealous!’ He was actually applauding, the bastard.

Tav groaned. ‘I’m never going to live this shit down.’

‘You’re welcome,’ said Halsin, snickering as she shot him a furious look over her shoulder.

‘I fucking hate you, you know that?’

‘Hmm. You made that abundantly clear.’ He nuzzled her hair affectionately. ‘And I love you so much.’         

[screampied]

Well if it isn't your 💀🎀 anon back again

Today's pick: EnemiesWB!Gojo being a sub lol

cw: Breath play (initially f! receiving but sis I am a dom so m!receiving a LOT), hair pulling, condescending ahh reader, Satoru is a sub pretending he isn't, cum eating (he cleans his mess), face riding, hate sex but not really, spit play, slapping (only twice me thinks), not proofread because ew Im lazy and uhhg a little tiny tad of CBT (he gets a slap to his cock. That's it.) oh uh there's also like a bit of premature ejaculation and ZERO AFTERCARE. (please do aftercare, people. it's very important. i just wanted to leave him a pathetic lil ho.)

It was no surprise you two didn't get along. And that was a god damn stretch, even. How you were always at eachother's throats, - fuck, you like it when I choke you? yeah? - how you always ended up with yells echoing across the room - hah! fuck! oh my fucking god, keep going! - and how you never had anything good to say about eachother - pussy's so fucking tight, you feel like heaven, baby - everyone, even a blind person could see how you two hated eachother.

So when he came with the offer of you two fucking to relieve the tension? It was an instant no. But a couple of drinks down the night? Well...

His eyes rolling back, one hand wrapped around your throat as your mind spins in the blur of lack of air, his hips screw down onto yours in sloppy, filthy thrusts. The ones that had both you and him moaning out and calling each other's names.

"F-fuck.... so good, so good-" He mumbles, eyebrows screwing together as your cunt spasms around his cock, his other hand busying itself by pining both of yours together in front of you. Your ass wriggles and squirms against his thighs, and he grins. "Awh... you look so pathetic. Almost like it's your- oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Jesus- almost like your everyday face."

While your jaw opens in an attempt of catching air, a moan comes out. And Satoru, cocky as always, fucking laughs. Absolutely pussy drunk, a sluggish cackle that shows you just how much he's enjoying this. A laugh that turns into a giggle, which quickly enough becomes a string of moans and whines because everyone can see how much this guy is a submissive little shit. His facade doesn't fool you, but you play along. The fun comes after, when he's overstimulated and you feel like riding dick.

His head drops itself on the pillow beside your head, embarrassed by his noises as he gasps and moans into the cotton, praying it absorbs the noise. It doesn't. "What? Tired already, Satoru?" You tease, running your fingers through his hair and tugging on it until he's facing you. His eyes are almost distant, and it makes you smile because he hadn't even noticed how his hands had let go of your neck and drifted to his own, trying to choke himself out. It makes you laugh in his face, likely just as cockdrunk as he is pussydrunk.

Before he knows it, he's on his back, legs kicking and thighs flexing as your hands wrap themselves around his neck, pushing him into the bed as you ride him silly. His usually loud moans falter into shaky, wheezing whimpers as he gasps out for air. While you absolutely bounce on that dick, his cocky personality fucking vanishes into thin air, and you take that opportunity to let a gobble of spit fall into his mouth. Which makes him moan louder. And louder when you give him a sharp slap.

He's stupid without much work, just mumbling something about how it was too much. "Please, mistress, please make me cum again, it's- nnngh, 'm cumming again, fuck, yeah!" He might aswelll have gone to heaven when you lean down and whisper such filthy things into his ear: "Yeah? My stupid fucking toy wants to cum again? You're fucking greedy, that's what you are. Mhm... . Use your big boy words, Satoru, you always have so much to say, don't you?"

His gasps and the fact that his baby blues are rolling to the back of his head, along with the sensation of hot spurts of cum shooting in you tip you over the edge. Maybe it's you, how much you love fucked-out submissive guys, or maybe it's just how pretty he looks when he's overstimulated, but it's fucking explosive. A zap through your whole body, that leaves your clit aching and needy as your thighs tremble.

He's still on cloud nine when you decide to take care of said clit. And what better way than having his sloppy, drunk mouth sucking on it? "Satoru, lay back." And he does. Poor guy probably doesn't even know what you plan on doing until you straddle his face. His dazy eyes stare up at how your cunt is oozing out his cum, and his mouth waters. He giggles when you lower yourself, and he's shaking his head side to side, making sure to lick you clean.

It's tangy, sure, but he fucking loves the sensation of your weight on his cheekbones, and how you're huffing about him doing it wrong. "My fucking clit, Satoru. If I wanted my cunt treated, I'd still be on your cock." The way you refer to him almost as a toy makes him moan, and he's taking the pretty puffy pearl into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and running his warm tongue over it. Your moans are almost impossible to hide when he's being such a good fuck thing for you, and you tug on his strands when it becomes too much.

Slowing his pace, you cum fast. And while you're quivering, leaving him to his blissful state as you roll to your side and try to walk away (to fail miserably), he's laughing. Like he had just had three bottles of whiskey. The man was absolutely ruined, lower half of his face drenched in both your cum, his cum, and spit. Lots of it.

When you're already dressed, ready to leave, he's still there. Cock bobbing but sore, dumb smile still plastered onto his face. Oh, you'd fucked him good. You leave him behind with a stinging slap to his face and one to his cock, making him actually cum one last time (it even impressed you how easy that guy could cum) before you're raging out the door. "Next week, same time." You'd said, and you only heard a slurred "Can't wait, sweets" before the door slams shut.

-💀🎀

THIS IS EVERYTJINH enemies w benefits is so >>

lol why am i kinda soaked

HELLOO ??? idk if it’s the gay in me but i can’t tell who i want more. like ????? MISTRESS ???? THE RIDING TILL HE BREAKS ???? MAKING HIS EYES ROLL TO THE BACKS OF HIS HEAD ??? i love the detail soooo bad i think satoru would look so hot with his bright blue eyes rolling back in pleasure FUCKKKME.

i loveee this au bc why can i kinda see him falling for reader ? maybe it’ll be one sided, like one is in love and isn’t, do you get me skull bow bae 🌞 otherwise this was rly good as always i can’t wait to see what you’ll cook up for the squirt nation again 🧎🧎🧎

[sleepyjuice]

1. “She Means Nothing To Me”

&

46. “Do You Regret It?” 💐🤝😭

DAMN starting off with some angst with these 😭

warnings: cheating :(, jj is not very nice in this (real pookie jj would never he’s an angel<3), ANGST, tiniest mention of smut

It had been three days since you last saw jj. Three days isn’t a long time, but it felt like forever considering the last time the two of you spoke to each other, it was an argument which ultimately led to jj storming out of your house.

You replayed that night in your head over and over. You and jj were laying in your bed, the two of you cuddling after your second round of sex that evening and turned on a movie.

Although it was quite hard to pay attention to the movie with jj’s phone blowing up with instagram notifications. You eventually gave in and peeked over at his phone to see who kept messaging him when you saw that it was all the same girl.

You confronted him, telling him that it made you uncomfortable and it just spiraled from there, turning into the worst argument you two had ever had, leading him to storm off.

That was three days ago. You gave up trying to reach him after the second day and you began to wonder if he was just completely ghosting you at this point.

You decided the best way to distract yourself from the heartache you were feeling was to go pick up some food and have a self care night and try to not text jj.

You called in your order to one of the local restaurants near your house and decided to walk there as it was only a 10 minute walk at most.

Swinging open the door to the restaurant, your eyes immediately saw jj, seemingly in good spirits, leaning over the bar as he laughed with the bartender. You recognized her instantly as the girl who was messaging him.

Your first thought was to rush over there and scream in his face, cuss him out, project anything you possibly could onto him that would make him feel the hurt you felt in this very moment, but you didn’t. You stood there for a moment, taking in the sight before you before turning on your heel and walking back out the door, slamming it behind you.

“Oh, fuck.” jj muttered, his head turning in the direction of the door slamming, looking just in time to see you walk away.

“Babe, wait!” He hurried after you, damn near sprinting to catch up to you. When he finally did, he reached for your arm, but you pulled it away from him harshly.

“What the fuck do you want, jj?!” You snapped, stopping to look at him, genuinely appalled that he even had the nerve to try and talk to you right now.

“I don’t know what you saw, but it— it wasn’t what it looked like, okay? We were just talking.” He swore, reaching forward to grab your hands but eventually stopping himself when you shot him a deadly glare.

“What was it then, huh? Oddly coincidental that you’ve been ignoring me for three days while you’re out here getting your dick wet with some other girl. The same one blowing your shit up the other night, might I add.” You responded, your expression firm, which truly felt like the performance of a lifetime considering you were on the verge of a full blown breakdown.

He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it, and you swore you could see the gears turning in his brain, trying to come up with the greatest excuse on planet earth for what was happening here. You didn’t have concrete proof that he had slept with her, but he didn’t deny it.

“Listen,” his voice grew softer, and this time he does take your hands, “she means nothing to me.”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” This time you screamed, yanking your hands out of his grasp, his now running over his face before anxiously removing his hat and readjusting it, an anxious habit you knew he had done in moments like these where he felt a loss of control.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. It just… happened. It was fucked up, I know that. I don’t know what I was thinking. What can I do to make it up to you?” He pleaded, his voice shaky as his eyes studied yours, searching for any ounce of forgiveness.

“Do you regret it?” You asked after a long moment of silence, your voice breaking as your anger morphed into some of the worst pain you’ve ever felt.

Every positive memory the two of you shared would always be clouded by his decision to cheat on you. Up until a few days ago, jj made you feel like the most important girl in the world. You never felt insecure around him and he did so much to make you feel special. You feared you would always just be left with more questions than answers.

“I do. I fucked up, I fucked up so bad. I will literally regret this for the rest of my life, baby, please.” He went to reach for you again, but you pulled away, taking a step back.

“Good.”

[itsbuckytm]

Iced Coffee / Five Hargreeves

summary: after the whole incident with the Sparrows and saving the world once again, staying at Hotel Obsidian had its advantages. Five began picking up on your morning routine, his lips often bearing the same shade of your lipstick a little too frequently.

ps; english isn't my first language so i apologize for any errors xo

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The first to notice it, was Klaus. 

It all started one winter morning during a storm while the Hargreeves were resting at the Obsidian. After saving the world once again from the Sparrows, they all deserved a good rest, and a fresh cup of coffee was a simple pleasure to look forward to. For Five that is, a necessity.

Normally, Five preferred his coffee warm and without sugar, everyone knew that. That changed when he met you. Klaus noticed something unusual. When he saw his older brother asking for ice, he initially assumed it was for you, knowing you wouldn’t be up until sunrise. And your obsession with ice coffee. Odd, but endearing. To the point, by blinking twice in surprise as he watched Five put the ice into his own cup. Expecting a reaction of disgust from him when taking the sip, Klaus outgrew more concerned because: Five enjoyed it. He took another sip, realizing it wasn’t as bad and knew why you liked iced coffee soo much. From that moment on, iced coffee became Five’s new necessity.

“You know,” Klaus began, his concern evident as Diego arrived in the hotel’s lobby. Unlike Klaus, Diego seemed unbothered by the situation. “Don’t get me wrong, Klaus. Five drinking coffee isn’t weird or strange to me. He’s just the same typical—” Klaus’s whining became evident, interrupting Diego by gently cupping his chin and turning his face towards Five. Diego’s eyes widened as he noticed the little details of Five, exactly mirroring your morning ritual. Seeing the cup in Five’s hand, Diego assumed he was just doing you a favor. “He’s probably just making it for her. We were all drunk yesterday, after all. To be fair, I would’ve done the same,” Diego remarked.

Klaus wanted to prove a point. Diego knew this as he shook his head, but Klaus’ fingernails digging into Diego's cheeks was enough to emphasis on his thoughts. He seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment. “There,” Klaus said as Five took another sip. This time, it was Diego who had to blink twice. Five and your relationship had grown closer since Texas, but it wasn’t just the coffee. “Look,” Klaus urged. Diego glanced over at his sibling. He didn’t mind seeing one of them fall in love—his own history with Lila, and Luther and Allison’s relationship came to mind. But Five? That was something Diego couldn’t quite process. Then he noticed the hickey and the red stain at the corner of Five’s lips, undoubtedly from your lipstick. “Oh shit,” 

“Right!” Klaus exclaimed, his ironic subtlety easily catching Five’s attention. Five’s brows furrowed in confusion as he saw Diego and Klaus, who were now conspicuously glancing elsewhere. ‘How convenient,’ Five murmured to himself, with a gibberish curse but his gaze quickly softened upon hearing your familiar footsteps, a detail he adored about you. “There she is,” Klaus said, his amusement evident as he waved enthusiastically in your direction the moment you stepped off the elevator. “Y/N!” 

You wore a flowery dress, one that Five had often admired in the hotel’s clothing store. It was, in fact, one of the gifts he gave you for your birthday;

He remembered watching as you unwrapped it, your eyes glistening with delight at the sight of the fabric. “You don’t mind if I try it on now?” you had asked, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course not, darling.” A glimmer of hope filled him as you returned from your room, dressed in the new outfit, swirling around to feel the fabric against your skin. His lips curved into a thin smile. “You look beautiful,” he murmured softly, catching your attention. “What did you say?” you asked. He blinked twice, realizing what he had just done. Shaking his head, his serious tone returned. “No—nothing.”

You smiled at Klaus and Diego. "Slept well?" Both of them nodded. But of course, Diego, being himself and quicker than Klaus, couldn’t help but comment on the lipstick that perfectly matched the stain on Five’s lips. “Loving the new lipstick, sweet thang.” Five rolled his eyes, much to Diego’s amusement. It was clear to Diego that this irritation further demonstrated Five's attraction to you—subtle yet evident.

Your attention then shifted to Five, noticing the iced coffee in his hand. “You finally tried it?!” you exclaimed. Five simply shrugged. “It’s not the first time you’ve told me to try it, Y/N.” However, deep down, these weren't really Five’s words. If not for Klaus and Diego, he wouldn’t have tried it at all, let alone given them this teasing advantage. 

"Look at him now. That's clearly a boy in love," Klaus said, leaning toward Diego as both men hummed in agreement. You rolled your eyes at the predictable remark. "I might say otherwise when we kisse—" Five's jaw clenched at the mention, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, taking an irritable sip of his coffee. "Darling, not here…" he warned, prompting to mimic Five’s eye roll from you. "You know you're a terrible liar," you purred, leaning close to his neck and admiring your handiwork. "And you kept the hickey?" 

Five scoffed as he watched you pour yourself a cup of coffee. He could easily say the same about the hickeys he had left without a scratch. If this didn't get the message across to everyone, including his siblings, he would have to try something else. That also included trying the iced coffee. "Could say the same, darlin’," he remarked with a sly smirk. You found his face both annoying and oddly adorable, just as he did watching your lips touch the cup. The same familiar shade of red on your lips matching your nails. He could sit for hours and admire you all day—after all, he was retired, giving him the perfect excuse.

Luckily, you noticed the stain your lipstick had left on the corner of his lips and couldn't resist brushing it away with your thumb. His eyes softened at your touch. "Now that's just cliché," Diego's voice lingered in the background, scoffing in disgust at seeing his brother actually in love—with a real person, not a mannequin. You and Five both met his gaze. "Nothing," Diego stammered, swallowing his words, then smiled confidently and nodded. 

That made Five smirk and shake his head, his jaw clenching once more as he leaned in, his gaze fixed on your lips, still sore from your earlier kissing session. The lipstick was to blame for the cover up. Of course, but he wanted to prove that you were his, completely his. If that meant getting your lipstick on him, then so be it. 

"Come here," he murmured, his sleepy voice still hoarse. He leaned in to plant a hungry kiss, his tongue swirling around yours as a few moans escaped your lips. His smirk grew, pleased with how vulnerable you were from his touch. He gently bit your bottom lip, the lipstick stain now visible on his lips and neck. As you managed to sneaking in, to nuzzle your face down to his neck for another hickey. Letting a chance to a dmiring your work with pride. "Now we are even," you said with a chuckle. Five enjoyed the view a little too much. "For once, I have to agree," he replied. 

Klaus blinked twice, trying to process what he was witnessing. His typically stoic brother—Five—was showing vulnerability, a perfect opportunity for teasing. Before Diego could comment, he shouted, "Get a room, you freaks!" and threw a piece of croissant at you both. Five caught it quickly and took a bite. "Was planning on it," he responded, making your eyes widen. His lips found yours for another kiss. "You really thought I was done with you?" he murmured between kisses.

“Now that I saved the world once more, I have to spoil my darling now do I?” 

And as much as you wanted to object, even by pouting. Five being the typical asshole, was right.

[gibbearish]

btw its interesting the way james tries to imply that like. well the videos that have plagiarism are the ones our dumb stupid annoying patrons requested about bad topics that didnt deserve to have the effort put in to covering them well so basically its fine. like obv thats interesting on its own but moreso the fact that he doesnt actually /say/ it, or like. give a list of the videos hes referring to, just says "those videos are very clear on which ones they were" i think as a nod meaning like "yknow the ones everyones talking about". unless what hes meaning is that like they put a note in certain videos saying "this video was requested by a patron, we here at james somertom incorporated do not espouse these views" which seems unlikely to me. idk methinks maybe it's because there is indeed a lot more than people think and with all the buzz he's not sure which ones have been discovered yet or not, so putting down a solid list that missed some would look like he was still hiding things whereas putting down a fully sourced list would be admitting to wayyyy more than anyone's found yet