#like wow that really sucks for you to be better than everyone and a hot girl is slonking your shit silly. thats so fucking sad

[luminisvii]

at this point i think gundam seed is starting to haunt me on so many levels i might just have to make a post using big girl words to talk about it later when i finish. bc by god if i'm gonna be a bitter hater, i'm gonna be an informed bitter hater, and to do that i need to finish the show. at least it's not all bad, there have been things i liked, and it still has not made me as angry as unicorn did, but good fucking god this show is vying very hard to beat it

[fluffylino]

mommy!hyunjin, i said what i said

(he can rail me)

-contains mature themes

"is mommy fucking you good?" hyunjin mumbled, groaning at how tight you were. you couldn't help it.

everything was so hot. he was so hot. his length pushing inside of you was even hotter.

you wanted him to stay there. to stay buried deep inside of you.

"fuck, s-stop clenching so much" he cursed out, gripping your thighs that had him plastered to you.

"m-mommy" you moaned out before he could press his lips against yours. his tongue swiping against your chapped bottom lip.

he was everywhere.

"mommy's here, baby" hyunjin reassured, thrusting into you at a pace that had you keening. you wanted to rile him up. make him see stars.

"what about y-your husband...?"

his eyes darkened, halting everything he was doing.

was it so wrong to bring up the messed up skz family skit into this?

hyunjin was still dressed up as jisung's beloved wife. a beautiful sight.

his white button up shirt falling off one of his shoulders, exposing his smooth skin. his pretty short pants discarded on the side somewhere.

his hair was tied back, a few extensions added to make his bun look fuller. two hooped gold earrings on his ears. he looked like a rich aunty.

a milf, to be exact. your milf.

.

it all started when the skz family skit has just got done. hardly an hour had passed. everyone seemed to fit their roles so well.

especially one person. hyunjin, that is.

his hair looked so pretty tied up, a few strands cradling his face. his face was so pretty but the way he sat gave it all away. his legs spread, arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back. watching them play with focused eyes. it suited him. the whole concept.

you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off.

what did it for you was the fact that he smiled so proudly when his "kids" called him mommy.

something you had always wished to call him.

when you looked at him. it was never daddy. he didn't give off those vibes.

it was always mommy.

mommy hyunjin fucking you into oblivion.

mommy hyunjin making you gag on his cock.

mommy hyunjin having his way with you.

.

.

"mommy-"

you unconciously said when they had finished shooting. the rest of them were in the other rooms. joking around and laughing. you could hear minho scold seungmin. perhaps he needed help with getting the hanbok off.

hyunjin and you were the only ones left in the room. so when u said that. you froze. your inner thoughts had managed to get out.

"yeah?" hyunjin replied, not even looking at you. he was busily poking and prodding at his hair in the mirror. his eyes met yours through the mirror.

what the actual fuck-

did he really respond to that so cooly. he turned around, a suggestive expression on his face.

shit...he looked so..wow.

and thats how you ended up in this situation.

.

.

you waited for him to respond. his dick throbbing inside of you. everything still.

"my husband? why would i ever need that man" he played along. if it anyone were to hear, they'd actually believe it. his acting skills were impeccable when not scripted.

he leaned forward, his hands gripping the side of the table he had made you sit on.

you trembled when his lips brushed past your ear.

"you fuck me so much better than that unloyal bastard"

he whispered breathily. you whimpered. his hand immediately coming up to cover your mouth. muffling any sounds you could make.

"plus you're perfect for me. and i love everything about you"

he bucked his hips, hitting a spot that had you drooling into his palm. his eyes locked onto yours.

"shhh do you want him to hear us?"

"i bet you do...want them all to hear how mommy's dick makes you a dumb cockslut"

"m' not a slut"

you mumbled, or atleast tried to against his hand. he pulled out completely, his tip barely pressing against your folds.

"yeah you are. only for me though, right?"

there was a comforting tone in his voice. hyunjin knew how sometimes degrading names could trigger you. it was only until you confirmed that he continued.

"only i get the privilege to see you falling apart"

you nodded, a low moan leaving his lips, as he took his hand off your mouth. you knew you were a mess. even more so then before.

"hyunj-"

you gasped as his hand made contact with your cheek. you could feel yourself get wetter as the pain set in. he had slapped you. he clicked his tongue.

waiting.

"mommy..s-sorry aah-" you bit down on your lip as he pushed into you in one swift motion. never slowing down.

"you're so m-much better than my husband"

"take me so well...hng-ghn so tight" he gasped as you unconciously clenched around him. pulling him in. making him lose his mind.

"shit so warm and wet'nside..all for me"

"look d-down"

you mumbled, holding his hand that was on your hip and placing it against your lower stomach, just below your navel. he looked down, focusing on the imprint of his length inside of you.

disappearing and reappearing as he pushed in and pulled out repeatedly.

"so deep inside of you..bet i could fuck my babies into you"

both of you moaning when he pressed against the bulge. you were so close.

"i can f-feel you all around me" hyunjin mumbled. your eyes rolled back. an intense feeling bubbling inside of you, waiting to be released.

"i'm cumming" you gasped out, grabbing onto his neck, pulling him closer.

"cum for me"

white filled your vision. a whole wave of pleasure washing all over you.

going limp, you whined at the overstimulation. hyunjin was still chasing his orgasm. grunts and little high pitched moans leaving his swollen lips.

"i-in my m-mouth" you muttered, trying to get him to pull out. his eyebrows furrowed. maybe he didn't hear you.

"h-huh?"

he pulled out slowly with uncertainty, stroking his dick. his orgasm seconds away. a little longer and he'd end up losing it.

you got off the table. practically falling onto the carpetted floor. kneeling down infront of him. you kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. just enough. centimeters away from his dick.

"warn a man, goddamnit"

he cursed out. you couldn't help but smile. a long drawn out cry escaping him as he came. streaks of white coating your tongue.

"ahh-hha" he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

perhaps the sight of you running your tongue from his base all the way up to his sensitive weeping tip was too much of a sight to handle.

.

.

"so you like calling me mommy?"

"HYUNJIN-"

[faelapis]

alright! we got one whole person interested, so here's my hot take:

the first "how to train your dragon" movie is WAY better than httyd 2.

i know everyone loves like, the cool warrior mom design, the romance and the "epic animation moments" in 2... but can we for a moment be honest and say the whole "hiccup becoming a leader / which dragon is the Good Alpha" plot was dumb as hell? also, the villain sucked?

the original httyd is pretty good about keeping the structural problem grounded in real societal fears. namely, fear of the unknown and of beasts. it makes sense for any ol' village dealing with such a problem. it was intelligently designed around a solid premise.

httyd 2 is like. actually, dragon taming is a big thing, even outside berk. and theres a Scary Foreign Man dragon tamer who is bad and just wants power. it's okay to other him. being a good guy is about being a protector instead of an evil, power-hungry guy... which hiccup never was anyway... so no real growth there. just be good instead of bad. wow. what a theme. very thought-provoking.

people act like httyd 3 being bad came out of nowhere, but httyd 2 was the original sin to me. it totally dropped the societal themes in favor of generic good vs evil fights and "worldbuilding" - despite having no more interesting stories to tell.

it also kind of ruined hiccup for the sake of developing him. like. his whole thing is that he can't fight, so he has to find other ways to contribute to society. he's the anti-macho hero. which ends up being important in convincing the village that dragons can be peaceful. he's empathetic to the other, because he's been othered.

meanwhile in httyd 2, hiccup's like. Cool Warrior Man, who needs to step up and be the hero king when his dad dies. he can fight just fine, because he has a cool dragon to fight with. so he's just like any warrior, but one who fights with weapons instead of brute strength. aka most fictional warriors who arent just "the heavy."

the first movie isn't beyond criticism, obviously. the animation was a little meh compared to httyd 2 - i get why visually its seen as an upgrade. plus, httyd 1 also did the thing of having like a last minute evil dragon to defeat... but that wasn't the point. the POINT was the village and its fears. the POINT was overcoming that.

whenever people list why they love httyd 2 and consider it superior, its like... lists of details. like, look at the upgraded character designs, the cool flying scenes, the affection between hiccup and astrid, or the clever way hiccup's prosthetic leg is designed.

but these are film *details*, not fundamentals.

if you told me the sequel to httyd was going to have a much more generic story, ignore the themes of the original and makes its deliberately lanky and weak protagonist into Handsome Hero Warrior Boy, i'd be like. that sounds kinda bad. but the Animation Details (tm) i guessssss

i know hiccup is still "himself" in 2 to some extent, btw. he's an inventor, he's intelligent, and he initially tries to talk to the villain. but none of that ends up mattering. its arguably looked down on by the movie, which really, really wants him to step up to be the warrior king like his dad. aka a generic Hero Strongman.

i'm not totally against evolving the themes of a work to fit new conflicts, btw. sequels should generally be different from the first movie. that's fine. that's expected.

but while the new conflict in httyd 2 IS born out of the results of the previous movie, that evolution feels very literal, not thematic.

namely, the evolution is "more people have dragons now." it builds the conflict from there. its based on worldbuilding, not on theme.

i don't think a very interesting evolution.

it kinda went from, in httyd 1: "the theme is fear of the unknown. how prejudice/ignorance manifests, educating oneself through compassion, the dangers of worshipping violent masculinity, and the importance of questioning what you're taught by society."

to, in httyd 2: "the theme is dragons. who has them? what they want with them? how can the Good Guy humans protect dragons from the Bad Guys? also, being a Good Leader means being a strong Hero Man who protects his friends," without asking any deeper questions related to the themes of the first movie.

and i'm like. guys. guys.

the theme shouldn't just be "dragons."

the theme of the first movie was NOT just "dragons." the first movie could've been about people being afraid of unicorns. or large birds. or unusually intelligent bears. it was not just about literal dragons, it was about societal fears and trying to overcome our base gut instincts.

i think this is what really plagues httyd 3: it builds on the themes of the second movie, not the first.

httyd 3 asks further questions that only really revolve around the literal relationship between humans and dragons. it does not understand any broader themes of what that relationship represents.

it clearly thinks its very intelligent for asking "what do the dragons themselves want?", but that question is not respected enough to be explored in any thematically coherent way.

the only real weight its given is the argument that there will always be "bad humans" out there, and so, dragons are safer in the wild. which sure is... an argument. but its a very "othering the problem" kind of argument.

it acts like its caring about the agency of dragons, but its not really. dragons were not actually portrayed as "oppressed" in berk society after the first movie, nor lacking agency. they were only at risk of "bad individuals", to which that solution is stupid. the racialized bad guy in httyd 2 didn't steal all his dragons from berk. he caught and subjugated them, mostly from the wild.

all while looking like... this, by the way. i feel like we don't talk about that enough. all the good guys are white nordics, while the only man of color is scary, domineering and cruel. in a series of movies that was once about having empathy for the other.

MAYBE if berk had been really oppressive towards dragons in httyd 2, we could've had a theme. maybe if they treated them like a dangerous commodity that must be tightly controlled despite their nominal acceptance and inclusion, we could've had a thematically tight 3-movie arc about like fear and oppression or whatever.

but that would require, yknow... making the movies be about broad societal problems, instead of just evil individuals. and only the first movie cares about making any real societal critique.

also, the solution in httyd 3 would've still sucked. these movies, in terms of writing, really decrease in maturity from 1, down to 2, to the plummeting depths of 3.

there is no relationship of oppression that is solved by completely segregating society and going our separate ways (httyd 3). just like there is no oppression that is solved just by defeating bad individuals (httyd 2). we have to learn to coexist as equals, to educate ourselves and be compassionate to the other. even if we're afraid.

that's the dream only the first movie kept in its heart.

[whispermask]

twitter was talkin about soap's obsession with cock sucking and--

(nsfw text under the cut)

Ghost has a problem and that problem is MacTavish’s oral fixation. 

Boy’s always got a pen hanging out the side of his mouth, biting at his nails, touching his lips and he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but Ghost seriously can’t look away whenever Soap has anything even remotely phallic near his mouth and it’s driving Ghost mad. Ghost thinks maybe Soap knows he’s being watched, starts pandering specifically to Ghost’s obsession with his mouth. 

It’s the warmest day of the year when it all comes to a head. They’re on base between one op and the next and it’s hotter than it has any right to be, so much so that even Ghost has stripped down to cargo pants and a thin shirt, still sweltering stubbornly under his mask. Soap, instigator of all instigators, isn’t faring much better. To cope with the heat, he’s wearing a tank top and tiny shorts, miles of bare skin like gold slick with a fine sheen of sweat under the sweltering sun. It’s too hot to be alive, is what it is. And Gaz, bless him, buys ice cream for everyone. A sweet man, really, except that he’s bought popsicles. 

Almost as soon as Ghost sees the box, his gaze flickers to Soap, who’s already looking back with an absolutely wicked glint in his eyes. Which is how Ghost ends up white knuckling the armrest while Soap practically felates a popsicle not even three feet from him, close enough that Ghost can hear all the wet, sucking noises his mouth makes as the ring of his lips slides up and down the shaft–and really, is he down that bad that he can’t look at a popsicle in Soap’s mouth and see anything other than a red, aching cock?–his eyes close and he moans. A low, desperate sound that starts in the back of his throat and ends with a slick pop as he pulls the popsicle back out. “Wow, Gaz,” Soap says, “it feels so good on my tongue.” And Ghost can’t fucking do this. He’s done, he’s absolutely had enough. 

He stands too quickly, scruffs MacTavish, and hauls him out behind the mess hall. Despite the late hour, it’s still too damn hot, but with the sun fully set it’s no longer sweltering. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Johnny?” Ghost asks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Soap replies, always such a brat. The light from a far off building glints off Soap’s cherry-tinted, spit-slicked lips and Ghost is thumbing away the moisture without realizing he’s even moved. 

He’s practically cupping Johnny’s face and it seems only logical to lift his mask and press his mouth against Soap’s cold one. Soap tastes sweet, sure, but underneath that is something so undeniably Soap that it turns the kiss from innocent to indecent in seconds. 

Soap clenches Ghost’s shirt in his hand and hauls him forward until he’s backing Soap up against the brick wall with a forearm braced above Soap’s head for balance. He presses the huge line of his body against Soap’s, grips his bare biceps in both hands, holds on for dear life. Soap breaks the kiss, gasping for air, eyes still clenched tight when Ghost pulls away to give him some space. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while,” Soap finally says. 

“Is that why you’ve made it your mission in life to tease me until my prick falls off?” Ghost asks, overly fond. 

“You loved it,” Soap replies. “The real question is, what are we going to do about it now?” And like that, Soap’s reversed their positions so that Ghost is backed up against the wall. 

He slides to his knees in a fluid motion, and Ghost knows it must hurt, 

that the concrete digging into his skin and pressing against the bone there is likely uncomfortable, that Soap doesn’t care because he’s been just as eager to get his mouth on Ghost as Ghost has been to feel it on him. 

Soap doesn’t bother to strip him down more than is necessary to free his cock; it’s dark, but someone walking by on the main road could hear them, could even amble around the corner to see where Soap is kissing the head of Ghost’s cock, using his tongue to trace the underside of the sensitive crown, stabs the sharp end of it into his slit to lick up his pre-come. 

“Fucking hell, Johnny,” Ghost says, because of course, it’s always like this with Soap, always better than he’s ever had, too damn good for him every time. 

Ghost grows impatient. He fists Soap’s hair in one hand and pinches the hinge of his jaw open with the thumb of his other. The ‘O’ of his mouth is obscene even in the low light. Ghost slicks the head of his cock against Soap’s bottom lip, pushes in until just the tip sits on his tongue. 

Soap keeps his mouth open for it, forever an exhibitionist, because he wants Ghost to watch him, always, but especially now when this has been building for too long, when it’s been ages since the last time they got to touch like this. 

Motivated by that thought, Ghost thrusts forward by centimeters, giving Soap time to adjust, to breathe through his nose, until Soap’s taken him down the root. Soap’s face in pleasure, especially this specific act, is something Ghost will never tire of. 

He’s rapturous as Ghost begins to pull back, then thrusts back in, the slide of Soap’s lips torturously tight and hot. He stares up at Ghost as best he can when his eyes aren’t rolling back on a particularly sharp thrust in, gaze worshipful, like there’s truly nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than blowing Ghost. He keeps making these sweet little grunts as Ghost moves, the volume and pitch increasing as Ghost speeds up. 

Drool drips down his chin, slicks the entirety of Ghost’s shaft so it’s nothing but a smooth, hot slide in, in, in. Soap likes it messy, and Ghost is happy to oblige him, to fuck the spit from his mouth, to make him choke and gag on it until his face goes red from lack of oxygen. 

He sees Soap’s shoulder moving rapidly, jerking his cock off as he sucks Ghost off. “That’s right Johnny, fucking take it,” Ghost says, voice gone throaty. He can feel his orgasm building from his toes to the base of his spine. 

“Keep touching yourself. I want you to come while you’re choking on my prick.” And that’s all she wrote for Soap, who comes in his hand and onto the concrete at Ghost’s feet. This is Ghost’s favorite part, how pliant Soap gets after he comes.

Ghost braces his feet and grips Soap’s head in both hands, uses his mouth like a fucktoy, slides it up and down his cock until he’s coming too, shooting his load down Soap’s throat, letting him taste the last few spurts as he pulls out and finishes coming on his pretty, pink lips. Ghost gathers himself, then gathers Soap from the concrete, using a hand on Soap’s elbow to help him stand. 

In the lowlight, Ghost can see that Soap’s knees are pinpricked and bloodied. “Remind me to tell Gaz to go fuck himself,” Ghost says and Soap laughs. “Pretty sure you should be saying ‘Thank you’ Lt.,” Soap replies. It’s still too damn hot. 

[makingspiritualityreal]

Lessons from my Anime Phase

Many years ago, before I matured into my spiritual journey, this used to be an anime blog. I don't regret this phase of my life, even though I completely outgrew it, because I believe it taught me something important.

The content of a creation is more important than the form. There is anime (sadly not as many as you would think) that is a good piece of art. There are regular movies that suck. These years taught me to look deep beyond the surface form and into the meaning of any creation. I'm still waiting for a movie as good at depicting the power of wishful thinking and self repression as Perfect Blue.

Supressing one's emotions leads to serious repercussions. One of the reasons some people find anime so weird is because it is literally an outlet for the collective mentality and emotionality of Japanese societal pressure. It feels exaggerated, but it is a reaction to the external forced numbness and politeness the Japanese society is plagued with. If you don't deal with how you feel regularly and don't express it and process it, if you don't make friends with your demons, you keep bubbling like a cauldron. It leads to having a very edgy, very draining life, not being present with yourself. It leads to not being able to function and ultimately making simple things feel like the end of the world.

Getting older is awesome. I would never come back to my past. Every morning felt like torture. Sometimes, even if life is never perfect, it moves you on in simpler ways that allow for balance. Establishment of healthy routines does wonders for mental peace. The Universe putting you in an environment where you can do that, after years of having that taken away from you, feels blissful. With time comes perspective and you can see your life shaping up and taking you somewhere. That allows you to approach the rest of your life with the same philosophy. I can read this post another 10 years into the future, and think wow, my life got even better. But at least now I am relaxed about it and don't overthink how every tiny little thing can go and I don't try to control or micromanage the future.

Youth is overrated. Hottness is overrated. Very few people really get to enjoy being young and hot, and those that do, are probably on Youtube's most watched list now. Being young and hot only pays off if you happen to be an artist, you're in a good film, or you're lucky enough to be in a music video. With those things, you build a legacy you will have forever. But most young women spend their youth and beauty on dating guys they wish they could forget in their 30s. At least I can say I spent it on spiritual growth, which I am really proud of. I was younger and "hotter" once, but paradoxically I feel like I'm becoming more beautiful. I had absolutely no benefits from being young and hot. I had no good relationships and everyone irl always criticized me for breathing. I never felt attractive. My highlights were compliments from my online friends, because noone around me actually thought well of me in my physical life. I'm married now, but this is my first serious adult relationship. I didn't have any good relationships that really appreciated my looks back then. So whatever has passed, hasn't really been used anyway. I was very insecure because I lived surrounded by unfair criticism from many people, who should have been supporting me but betrayed me. Maybe some people have fun in their youth, I honestly didn't. Moving away from all the people that made my youth something I'm glad to put behind me was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Being different growing up is hell for everybody, no matter what form it takes. Being an outcast is probably the number one debilitating thing that makes youth difficult. You have no role models, you have no support, you endure extra pressure. But over time, even those that are different end up finding their place, and they realise they were just different to people around them in their early environment, but they're not that different from the rest of the world.

[beewithknee]

of insecurity and worship

day 6 of redactober !

vincent/lovely fluff (and fade-to-black-smut)

Lovely stood naked in front of the mirror. Hands roamed over a body that was supposedly theirs. It had all their features, responded to all their movements, connected to all their nerves. But it wasn’t theirs.

Not fully.

It hadn’t been for a long time. Since the early childhood days others had forced their marks onto Lovely’s body, marking tiny sections as ‘not-mine’.

It grew from scratches to scars, from kisses to bruises. Growing and gathering until they were nothing short of an amalgamation of other’s identities; stories they would rather forget.

Some were more obvious: the physical scars of trauma and accidents that time would never heal. Some less so, the internal wounds that were almost always more devastating than the visible ones.

They had tried not to, but seeing their Prince standing with such gorgeous people made them question their own worth.

Those types of people tasted like honey. They felt like glass, delicate and special. They sounded like music and looked even softer. No one flinched when those types of people took off their clothes.

Lovely was not. In the end, they were the antithesis of those people. They were broken. Cracked and chipped. Laid bare to be forgotten, winced at, looked over.

“Lovely. What are you doing?” Their husband called softly, body leaning against their doorframe. His arms were crossed, forcing his chest to stick out. They wondered if he ever thought about leaving them for someone better.

Shaking their head, they moved swiftly away from the mirror. The horrific reflection flittered out of sight.

“Just getting changed.” They laughed. It was hollow to their own ears. They couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t tell half-truths. He moved almost silently, though he purposefully slowed enough to make sure they were aware of his movements.

“What’s really going on?” He questioned softly, hands sliding into place over theirs. The shirt in their grasp fell to the floor. They kept their head down, gaze locked onto the very-interesting shirt that crumpled to the floor.

Fitting.

Subconsciously, they moved their eyes back to the mirror, and winced. “Fuck.”

“C’mon baby. Talk to me.” Squeezing their hands, he brought them back to the mirror.

An arm wrapped around their middle, another looped across their shoulder and down their side. His head came to rest in the junction of their neck.

A delicate kiss had them leaning back into the strong embrace.

“I’m just sick of feeling broken and wondering if I’m good enough.” Their lower lip trembled traitorously. It was somehow easier to voice all their feelings in the darkness.

It was comforting in a way.

“What?” He breathed out, a puff of hot air tickled their neck. “Of course you’re good enough. Where is this coming from?”

Scoffing harshly, “C’mon, you’re not stupid. Everyone has seen you with the people at that party tonight. Any one of them looked far better on your arm than I ever have. Even before…” They trailed off, voice breaking. Dark gazes met in the reflection.

Anger and acceptance.

“No.”

A squeal was ripped from their throat as they were hoisted up and flung onto the bed. “Oof-, wow okay.” A giggle burst forward, unexpected in the face of their lover’s vampiric speed.

Lips met theirs. It was brutal but beautiful. Hot and calm. Complete juxtapositions all at once.

“Vincent, wait. What’s gotten into you?” Lovely gasped, hands coming to find purchase on his face. His eyes searched in theirs for a few long moments.

“My partner doesn’t think they’re good enough. I call bullshit. But I know actions are louder than words. So… ‘m gonna prove it to you.” He promised, fingertips tracing down their naked torso.

His teeth caught at their throat, sucking a mark into the flesh beneath them. Lovely moaned, body arching up into the addicting touch.

“Vince-" “Shh, let me prove something to you.” That voice was dark, tinted with danger, lust and promises of something good.

“Tell me why you think you’re not good enough.” He demanded, still marking his territory across their chest and neck.

Unable to lie, the words tumbled from their lips, “Because you’re a Prince. You look so fucking good and I’m left off to the side like some little bitch. It isn’t your fault, but I just wonder if you’re gonna leave me. After all, I was fucked up from Adam, and my old life; but now this.” Their free hand gestured to their body, the remnants of the damage caused by the inversion.

Vincent peeled himself off them, using some of his strength to keep his body parallel to theirs but hovering above.

His eyes roamed every inch of their skin, taking it in. They suddenly felt very exposed.

“Don’t you dare.” He warned as theirs hands came up to shield themself. “Lovely, you are… the single most exquisite beauty I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes upon. Not only are you fucking sexy, but you’re gorgeous in a way that words cannot do justice to.” He kissed their lips, soft and sweet. He kissed them like he was trying to make them believe him.

“You’re caring.” A kiss to their nose.

“You’re brave.” A nip to their chin.

“You’re mine.” A bite to their neck.

“You are my everything and more. You are kind, smart, beautiful, funny, and you have made my life so much better just by existing in it.” He swore, trailing kisses and nips over their heart and lungs.

Vincent made his spouse feel the weight behind each one of his words. “I will never leave you. You are not broken. You are my partner.” His breath ghosted their outer thighs. Vincent adored the way Lovely shivered under his movements. It satisfied some primal part of him to know he was the one causing that reaction.

“I have never, and will never, care about your scars. Internal or external. They’re part of what makes you so… Lovely.” They smiled at his idiocy, tears streaking down their cheeks. Festering black tendrils of shame, hatred and insecurity retreated slightly; relinquishing their hold on Lovely’s heart with each word.

They leaned up, taking Vincent’s face between their hands, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Their kiss was the type written in fairytales. The Princess Bride was a close equivalent, Vincent thought happily.

“I’m never leaving you.” He swore, thumb swiping away the few remaining tears that glistened under their pretty eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere either.” It was a nice reassurance, especially considering neither could lie to the other.

Vincent chuckled, hand worming its way down to their sensitive thighs again, “Actually I might if I can’t get my mouth on you in the next few minutes.”

They groaned, flinging themself backwards and laughing. Always one to ruin a moment, their Vincent.

Their Husband.

Forever.

[boydykedevo]

Day three of @tazsapphicweek, for the prompt "monsters"!

(Heads up this is like. Vaguely horny. so. be aware dfljakfhjhadfsl)

ao3

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“Do you, like, actually drink blood?” 

Dani’s on the verge of dozing off, curled into Aubrey’s side, when the question jolts her awake. She snaps up, blinking to reorient herself and squinting at Aubrey. “Huh?”

Her face goes warm, realizing how close she got to falling asleep on top of Aubrey in front of everyone. Well, not everyone, she amends, whipping her head around to find the main lobby of the lodge empty save for the two of them cuddled on the couch. Not anyone, actually.  

Still, the other residents could walk in at any time, and Jake would taunt her for weeks if he saw them like this. “Cuddling’s like third base for humans, isn’t it?” he’d say, as if she has any idea. 

Aubrey grins sheepishly. “Is that a rude question? Sorry.”

Dani shifts herself to a sitting position, shaking her head. “No, no, you’re good, I… no. I don’t.”

Aubrey’s face falls. 

Shocked, Dani asks, “did you want me to say yes?”

At that, Aubrey becomes visibly flustered, averting her gaze. Dani resists a laugh. “Well. It would be kinda cool.”

Dani smirks and scoots closer, only succeeding in making Aubrey more nervous. “Uh huh. Cool how?”

“Um.” She plays with her zipper, running it up and down repeatedly. “You’re really… pretty. Like, super fucking pretty. And…” she exhales slowly. Dani’s eyebrows raise so high it feels like they might fly off her face. “So sue me, I like the idea of a pretty girl sucking on my neck.”

Dani can’t help it; she bursts out laughing. Aubrey looks mortified, and at least a little offended. 

“Noooo, don’t worry, it’s totally cool,” Dani assures her once she gets her laughter under control. Impulsively, she leans in to whisper in Aubrey’s ear, “and it’s not like I need vampire powers to do that, babe.” There’s a thrill in her belly to hear the squeak Aubrey lets out, and she double checks the room is empty before pressing her lips to Aubrey’s jaw. 

Aubrey lets out a shaky breath as Dani moves lower on her neck. She clears her throat and points out, voice a little strained, “but vampire powers would make it better.”

Dani hums in vague agreement, slipping off her ring. Aubrey whimpers when she feels Dani’s sharp teeth against her skin. Dani finds she fucking loves that sound. They haven’t gone much further than this, not yet, but she can’t help but wonder…

“Okay,” Aubrey agrees. “That works. Yep. Wow.” There’s a beat of silence, punctuated by Aubrey’s heavy breathing as Dani keeps nipping at her, and then Aubrey pipes up: “How about vampiric hypnosis?” 

Dani laughs, pulling away. “Nope. Sorry, babe.”

Aubrey pouts. “Do you have any sexy vampire stuff? I mean, teeth, obviously, but besides that.” She thinks for a moment, then adds, “I’ll also take sexy alien stuff.”

Dani doesn’t bother to point out that, in her case, it’s the same thing. Instead, she triple checks the room is empty and leans in close to Aubrey’s ear. “Well… how much do you know about slyph reproduction?”

Aubrey’s breath hitches. “Not much,” she admits breathlessly.

“How would you like to learn?” Dani’s kissing her before Aubrey can respond, not that she needs to hear her answer. Aubrey’s ready for her, wrapping her arms around Dani’s shoulders. Dani nips her lip and Aubrey whimpers again and sweet Slyvain that’s hot; she’s kneeling over Aubrey’s lap before she even knows it, pressing right up against her—

Just then, there’s a voice from the doorway. “Mama!” Jake loudly complains. “Dani and Aubrey are banging in the lobby!”

They jump apart, Mama’s laughter echoing from the other room. “I’d say get a room, girls,” she calls back, “but you’ve already got two of ���em between the both of you. Make it work.”

Aubrey throws her hands over her face, and Dani has to grin, even as she feels her ears turn bright red. “Mine?” she offers.

“Yes,” Aubrey squeaks. “Please.”

[glowstick-cafe]

♡Late night surprise♡

Tendou Satori x reader

Genre:Fluff

Warnings:None

Summary: What if you met your future boyfriend at your local 7/11 in the middle of the night?

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Summer, oh how you hated it. That hot sun on your skin, the sweating, and god forbid you have nothing to cool you down during those hot days where there were nothing to do. When summer had started you were excited due to having plans to with some friends, but that fell apart when everyone else decided to cancel for their own personal reasons.

At least you had time to catch up on sleep, it's not like your life soley revolved around your friends, so why are you up at 1:30AM making yourself annoyed thinking about it? You laid in your bed staring aimlessly at the time on your phone watching as a minute passes by, "Screw this." You mumbled to yourself as you got up, lazily put on a hoodie you found in the dark corner of your room that scared the shit out of you.

You left your house with with a few yen and headed to the nearest convenience store. Upon entering, the cashier who looked like he was running on coffee alone eyed you before looking back to his phone. Browsing the aisles, you passed to freezer that had ice cream in it, "Not in an ice cream mood." You voiced to no one in particular and moved on. You were going to get a soda but they seemed to have ran out of your favorite flavor and you weren't really interested in the other options, so you had to settle for a candy bar.

Walking through the candy section you saw the assortment of different sweet, your eyes landed on a chocolate bar that you haven't had the pleasure of trying, curious, you go to touch the bar until someone else's hand made contact with it. You were annoyed, there is no way you were going to throw it down in a convenience store, you had no qualms with it, but it's the middle of the night for crying out loud.

"I'm getting the feeling that both if us don't intend to let go, huh?" The voice says, his tone seeming laid back.

You look up to see, Tendou Satōri, he was one of your classmates in Freshman year, you haven't seen him since then. You do recall him being a bit popular due to being of the volleyball team that our school cherishes, but his friend Ushikawa seemed to get more credit.

"A pleasant observation, now shove off." You snapped, you didn't mean for it to come off as rude as it did, but this summer was really sucked for you and what's better than letting it out on a random person. "Please, you're not threatening anyone with those Sanrio pajamas." He snickered as he eyed your Sanrio pajama pants, "First you take my chocolate, then you have the audacity to insult my beautiful sleepwear." Your words made you take a glance at the boys' own clothes.

He wore a black hoodie with a normal gray sweatpants. The boy raised a brow as a smirk graced his face, "Ah, are you checking me out?" He asked smugly, you scoffed. "Wow, how did I not realized that you were this insufferable when we were in freshman year?" You say sarcastically.

"Um hey, if you guys don't plan on getting anything, can you just leave?" The cashier who was now standing in front of you both, you let you a low grumble and let your hand leave the chocolate bar. You didn't really didn't feel like letting your pride inconvenience this poor dude who probably hated his job, so you left the store and began to walk back home.

While walking, you hear Tendou's voice call out to you. You stop to let the boy catch up with you, "God! For someone so tiny, you walk so fast." The redhead says as he gasps for air, you didn't know whether if you wanted you laugh at him being out of breath or walk away for him commenting on your height.

"Is it normal for you to chase people you barely know?" You questioned as he began to walk with you.

"No, but I'd like to get to know you." He offered, in that moment, you couldn't help you notice Tendou avoiding your gaze, a soft red hue coating his face.

"Y'know what? I'd like to get to know you too." You agree, you twiddled with the hem of your hoodie. You suddenly stopped walking when the street began to split.

"Going the other way?" He inquired, you nodded looked off sheepishly. You were about to walk off until you hear the boy say.

"Hey, catch this!"

Though you had no idea what you were catching you held out your hand and watched as a red piece of plastic land in your hands. As you held up plastic for the streetlight to illuminate it, you realized that it was the chocolate bar that you were both fighting for in the store. When raised your head, Tendou had already left. You looked down at the candy again to see a sticky note attached to it.

Sorry for insulting your Sanrio pj's. Call me 81+ XXXXXXX ;] -Tendou

[bbygirl-aemond]

Reading the first Baela pov, and wow, she gives off such a transmasc vibe! I'm not telling you to make her trans, just saying that I relate a lot, especially to how I was before I found out I'm a guy. Like, her hesitating when Rhaenys said "You are a woman so these are women's clothes", quickly saying she's her father's daughter too when called her mother's daughter (reminds me of 'if i can't be a {correct gender}, at least I can say I'm like {correct gender parent}', redirecting the conversation to her sister when told she looks like her mother, choosing to be her true self instead of what everyone expects her to be even though it's technically 'better' (queen vs lady)... Just, reading that was like my teenage self looking into the mirror. Thank you for writing such good characters!

(i've been meaning to answer this for a HOT minute so sorry bout that, but the dialogue between laena and daemon in chapter 27 reminded me of it so better late than never?)

stuff like this always makes me so happy to hear! you also have excellent taste, bc my bf (trans masc) is also quite fond of stormbreak!baela.

it's been a pretty deliberate choice to write baela as disconnected from or rejecting traditional westerosi notions of femininity and womanhood. stormbreak will mostly leave any further interpretation up to the reader as to her personal sense of gender identity. of course you can identify as a woman while experiencing all of these things, or you can identify as a man, or something entirely different.

the remaining part of this ask probably counts as stormbreak spoilers, but it won't be for anything that's a major plot point within the timespan contained in the original fic- just stuff i might write in drabbles eventually. but it's stuff related to gender and baela in particular. :)

in my mind, baela never really settles down with a man. oh, she might marry one, but i don't know that she'll end up super duper in love the way most of the other women in this fic do. she'll have a ton of very fulfilling relationships, some of them involving sex, and she'll travel the world and live her life completely unhindered by her status within society as a woman. seafarer and traveler baela ftw, y'all!

she will also never have children. i wasn't super happy with her character ending up basically pregnant and left behind at home while her husband traveled the world and also cheated on her. i don't see baela, even book baela, as someone who'd have those goals. i can see how losing almost her entire family might make her lonely, and how realizing she's one of only like 4 surviving targaryens might create pressure to reproduce regardless of her own desires. but in stormbreak, where her family survives and there are gonna be so many little targ babies running around you can't tell whose is whose? yeah she is never ever going through pregnancy are you kidding me lmao.

i've also received a few requests for some spicy drabbles involving baela (once she is MUCH older i do not write porn for any characters who are under 21 aka younger than me okay). these will probably also involve a certain degree ambiguity as to baela's internal sense of gender identity. baela will never desire or ask for penetration, and will instead prefer to penetrate others or participate in other types of sexual acts. anatomical terms will be used for body parts, but when baela is wearing a strap on it'll be referred to using the same terms i refer to male characters' sex organs with (i.e. a character wouldn't be described as sucking baela's strap, they'd be described as sucking baela's cock).

anyways the ambiguity is there for a reason and readers are free to interpret it in whichever ways make them happiest. my viewpoint on these things is kind of like mark hamill's with the character of luke skywalker: whatever you want baela to be, wherever you feel the text is leading you, that's how baela identifies. :)

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt. 9.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader   wc: 865  warnings: very brief mention of jordan and her bf making out

part 8 • part 10

3/11 a/n: WOW MELLY UPDATING?? WHACK. also hi im back!! i ended up writing more to this part after and just never updated it??? so here’s the newly updated part (: 

a/n: im sorry this part is so short y’all, my brain has been FRIED after the week i’ve had at work, i’ll be self caring and writing (hopefully) parts that are a lot better than this one next. anywho, we’re back to y/n’s pov now.

“jordan i think he’s seeing someone.”

you dramatically flopped on jordan’s bed, not even caring that her boyfriend was literally inches away from punching you in the face for interrupting them. 

“what?”

“he mentioned a girl, grace, she was coming over tonight.” 

jordan pushed herself off lap, her shirt falling back into place. “say you’re lying.”

“i wish i was. he even left early today. with the twins.”

“no!” jordan let out a dramatic gasp. “that cheeky fucker! there’s no signs that he has a girlfriend at all.” 

“right? so that’s why i’m confused.” 

shawn sighed. “you’re confused? i’m confused.”

“not now shawn.” both you and jordan turned to face him, stoically faced. 

you turned back to jordan. “how could he openly flirt with me when he’s literally seeing someone?”

“you said he’s in the middle of a divorce, right?” you nodded. “he’s probably just mucking around, getting his feet in the pool. you don’t even know if they’re exclusive.”

“well he introduced them to the twins so it sounds pretty fucking exclusive.” you huffed. “i really thought there was something there, you know? it’s been so hard to find anyone over here because men suck- no offense shawn- and the moment i thought i found something that could turn into the relationship i wanted, he’s seeing someone else.” 

“why don’t you just ask him?”

“ask my boss about his love life? no thanks.” you scoffed. “i’m not making it obvious that i like him.”

“well considering how girls night went i’m sure he at least likes you a little bit. he touched your knee!”

“that could mean anything now that i know of grace.” your hands flew over your face, dramatically groaning. “am i stupid for lusting over him?”

“not at all.” jordan patted your knee sympathetically. “you had no idea he was even talking to other people.”

“thats the thing!” your hands dropped to your lap. “he doesn’t seem like that kinda guy! he seems very much like a mutually exclusive ‘i don’t talk to anyone else while i talk to you’ type of person.” 

“listen,” shawn started. “maybe he’s exploring his options you know? not everyone is exclusive during the talking stage.”

“i see your point babe, but i raise you- he just divorced his wife. how could he be seeing someone that fast?” jordan turned to you. “how messy is the divorce?”

“um, i think messy. i haven’t met julia in the months i’ve been working there, it’s only been joe so far.”

“so they probably haven’t been in love for a hot minute.”

“we don’t know that.” you sighed. “i probably put too many eggs in one basket. maybe i should just go back to tinder.”

“no no,” jordan ripped your phone from your hands. “you are not getting on that hellsite just because you think joe is seeing someone else. i’m banning you from tinder.”

“but-”

“no! no buts. if i see it on your phone or hear that stupid little bell it’s on sight.”

“you’re mean.”

“and you clearly need a mimosa. get off your ass about this! it's one mishap. just give it some time and maybe he’ll realize you’re the one for him.” 

you rolled your eyes. “yeah like drinking my problems away is going to help.”

“i’m just saying, it’ll help!”

“like fucking your boyfriend helps when you don’t want to talk about school?”

jordan let out a pathetic whine. “econ is hard, okay?” 

shawn looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself. you sighed, looking back to jordan.

“you swear you saw no sign of a girlfriend at all on his facebook?”

“promise. girl guide honor.” jordan looked at you. “why would i lie to you about something like that?”

“to protect my heart.”

“well yeah, you got me there.” she shrugged. “i promise you, if i find anything i will tell you.”

you held out your pinky. “if you break this promise i’m killing you.”

“good to know.”

“hey so can i have my girlfriend back now?” 

“yeah, sorry. i uh, yeah.” 

“don’t go sulk!” jordan gave y/n a pointed look. “i know you.” 

“stop reading me like a book, it's weird.” 

“it’s not weird, it's intuition. go relax and read a book or something. leave it to me. i got this.”

you raised an eyebrow. “should i be nervous?”

“always.” 

with a roll of your eyes you climbed off of jordan’s bed, flipping her off as you went back to your room. she was right— you needed to relax. there was probably a chance he was talking about a friend. men were allowed to have friends. flopping onto your bed, you looked over to your bookshelf to try and figure out what to read. finally finding one, you picked it up off the shelf. you were about to open the book you had grabbed when your phone dinged. a facebook notification popped up on the screen, prompting you to hold it up so faceid could unlock your phone. the notification almost gave you a heart attack as you read what it said over and over again. 

“jordan…!” you yelled out, waiting for her reaction. “there’s been a development!” 

[total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel]

Cody from total drama (Simpson Anderson or whatever the fuck his 4 stupid last names are) is my WORST FUCKING ENEMY. WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE HIM?? He does not do SHIT in season one except be gay 1 time (on accident too like he couldn’t even do that one thing on his own accord) and be weird about Gwen. Bro objectifies women like I’m sorry but he does. Ooo I need me a goth girl to be mean to me 🥺🥺🥺 like stfu PLEASEE. Literally his FIRST SCENE is walking in the girls cabin and being weird to her. And then he keeps doing it!! On god he’s like third place in being weird about women in this show (which is still very bad but he’s not worse than Duncan or Chris. But cmon is that an accomplishment?? I thought so)

Now I will give him this one thing, he did not steal her bra, she gave it to him. But like ??? Is that really Good?? Everyone always gives him credit for Taking a step back and setting up Gwen and Trent but we all fucking know he just did that so she’d think “wow Cody is so selfless and kind!! That’s so hot I need him he’s so much better than that B F F (big forehead freak) I can’t believe it took me this long to realize it” or some shit like that. Like, can you REALLY consider him and Gwen as friends?? Even in world tour he says shit like “I’d do anything for Gwen!! She has to kiss me eventually!!” And then he rubs his hands together like he fucking did something bro SHUT UPPP why not help her because she’s your FRIEND?? No ?? You’re gonna keep being weird abt her forever?? Ok cool. And let’s not forget the picture thing either! Touching someone and taking a photo of them while they’re asleep isn’t weird at all !! If she’s your friend just ASK To take a fucking selfie or whatever, but no just because she wouldn’t want his hand around her shoulder he had to go max fucking creepiness about it.

So what the FUCK is there to like about Cody. His looks ?? Bro.. he’s not the worst offense design wise but like. Have you seen that one frame when he sits near Heather in word tour. WHY IS HIS HEAD SO BIG?? CERTAINLY NOT TO ACCOMMODATE HIS FUCKING BRAIN. And he DOES look like he’s 12 let’s be honest. His dramarama design is literally just The same guy but tinier (if you’re gonna say that’s how children works stfu that’s not what I mean) now I’m not gonna say he deserved Sierra bc she’s weird as hell and terrible, but he did similar things too and I rarely ever see him called out for it. Genuinely I think many ppl just like him bc of the accidental gay thing which OBJECTION ! Noah did ALL the fucking work for “Noco” (I don’t care abt them as a ship btw I just need to make it clear Cody didn’t do shit) like NOAH was the one who kissed him in his sleep. And NOAH was the one who got teased by it in the losers episode (where was Cody huh?? No I literally don’t remember him being in that episode) and NOAH is the one sleeping on him in that one frame in world tour. Cody gets so much credit for being one of the Original gays but he does NO WORK in this relationship.

anyway yeah that’s abt it. Also do NOT compare me to Jater or Emmater or whatever the fuck, both of those two fucking suck u can hate on characters without being awful about gnc women and apparently mentioning suicide like wtf??

-

[goodstories08]

Brutal Love

David King X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n was the newest survivor and was still getting used to things. He quickly made friends with people but was stuck with trying to make friends with the British brute, David. He distanced himself and never really talked to him. One trial everything changed and the two began to come closer and accept their feelings for one another.

!Disclaimer! Let’s give a round of applause for Behavior for having our hot David come out as gay! I also might do a part 2 so make sure to reblog and like👍

Y/n walked against the mud that was around the campfire. He fell back onto a tree stump and leaned against one of his best friends Feng. “Rough Trial?” She asked while patting my head, “Yea.” He reached down to feel the massive hole in his blue hoodie, there was tons of blood soaked in as well.

Y/n felt around for the knife wound but it was gone, just like every other time.

Everything in the entities realm was weird as Y/n came to know from his short time here. Every trial they would be murdered and tortured but come back and live it over and over again. Y/n sighed and rolled over to look up at his friend. “When does this get better?”

She looked down, “I don’t know. It never does you really just learn to live with it.” Y/n scoffed as Steve pushed his legs away so he could sit. “How’s my pretty boy today,” He said with his signature cocky tone. Y/n sat up and hit the mans shoulder causing Steve to gasp. “Wow and to think I was going to give you this hoodie since I can see yours is… Ripped,” Steve said while pulling the sweater back. Y/n leaped forward to grab the hoodie but Steve pulled it away further.

“Please Stevie,” He finally gave in and threw the tinier man a gray zip up sweater, “Thanks.”

Y/n looked around the campfire at everyone’s faces which were illuminated by the orange light of the fire. He noticed one familiar face watching from afar, David King. The first day Y/n arrived everyone eagerly introduced themselves and gave him tips over the few weeks he’s been here. Everyone but David King that is. Y/n stood up and walked toward the muscular man. “Hey I have an extra dark mist bottle offering or what ever, do you want it,” He said while holding the bottle in is palm, trying to make peace with the British brute.

“Typical,” He muttered under his breath before quickly taking tree item and walking back to his cabin. Y/n felt anger grow inside of him, he didn’t even say thanks for the offering.

A week past since then and David was even more bitter toward Y/n than he had been before. He couldn’t describe it, he felt weird things when he was with him. David new he never really liked girls so the fact that Y/n was a guy didn’t freak him out, it was the fact that he just found him annoying. Y/n was just so caring toward others even if they weren’t toward him, it just made David mad. He liked fighters and not softies.

The black mist came over the entire campfire. When it cleared four survivors were missing, Y/n, Feng, Mikaela, and David.

Y/n felt a shiver crawl up his back as the breeze began to pick up. He looked up to the sky as the gusts of wind swirled in a raging storm around him. Y/n looked behind him and noticed Mikaela’s witch hat through the clouds of snow. “Mikaela,” Y/n yelled gaining her attention, “Come on Y/n, I found a gen.”

The two of them ran toward the red generator and immediately started to work on it. “Ormand sucks,” She said causing a small laugh to scape from Y/n’s quivering lips.

As soon as the generator finished and the flood lights flashed on the two survivors froze, a scream echoed through the Rocky Mountain ski resort. “Shit, It’s the legion right?” Mikaela nodded and they started to run. The thing about the legion was that there was four of them. Only one was allowed per trial but depending on what one you got depended on your fate.

Suzzie was the most sympathetic and would always try to leave Y/n alone. Joey was somewhat nice and wouldn’t mori Y/n but that was it. The other two, Frank and Julie however were brutally mean. They would gut and carve any survivors no matter what. Frank was the worst since he had some weird thing with Y/n. He liked to cores Y/n as he killed him with his own hands, it was weird as fuck.

Y/n stood still as he heated a familiar laugh behind him. Mikaela was already gone since she ran faster but Y/n wasn’t anywhere near anyone beside Frank. He leaped forward and pinned Y/n to the ground, pushing his face into the hard icy snow. “Like that you little slut,” Frank muttered into Y/n’s ear with lust in his voice. He rubbed up against Y/n and tugged on his rainbow flag pin that was clipped to Y/n’s waist. “You like that don’t you…”

He was cut of by David’s fist which launched Frank of of Y/n. “Let’s go now!” David yelled while holding his hand out. Y/n took it and tightly grasped the mans hand, David lifted him from the snow and dragged him along to hide. Frank was still pulling himself together so he didn’t se the two running away.

“I think we lost him,” David panted as a cold cloud of mist came out of his mouth. “What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked while looking down to see a gash in Y/n’s left thigh.

“Shit,” he mumbled before taking his black zipper up jacket off and wrapping it around Y/n’s thigh. “No stop, you’ll be cold. My wound will heal at the end of the trial David I’m fine,” he ignored the whining man and quickly picked him up by the waist. “David stop!” Y/n protested but the brute ignored him and carried him toward another generator.

The trial was almost over and only three survivors remained. Y/n felt like it was his fault that Feng was sacrificed since he was following David and felt really bad. He decided he would have to give her some extra offerings when he got back at camp. David held his arm under Y/n’s waisted and carried him along. There was one generator left and things weren’t looking good.

David pulled Y/n into a wooden structure, the force accidentally tip the shorter male over. He hit the ground but smiled when he opened his eyes, “The Hatch!”

Suddenly Y/n was lifted onto someone’s shoulder, David tried to pull him down but Frank was to strong. He carried Y/n to a hook and threw him on causing Y/n to scream loudly. The sound pained David, like some part of him was being hurt but he didn’t know why. Mikaela screamed for David’s help since her time on the hook was almost over, but he ran to save Y/n instead. As he lifted the light male of the hook he hissed with pain. Blood dripped down the jacket Y/n had borrowed from Steve as he limped away.

The sound of the entity gathering Mikaela’s body from the hook rung through the map. The two made it back to the hatch, David pushed Y/n back onto the hatch and ran away. “No David DON’T,” Y/n yelled, but it was to late. Frank cut through David’s abdomen and moried the shit out of him. The hatch flew open and Frank ran at Y/n, luckily he was able to slide into hit and fall through back to the campfire.

His bloodied body hit the dirt causing a moan to escape his mouth. Y/n felt his leg and noticed the healed wound. Feng ran up to him and helped him up, “Oh my god Feng I’m so sorry I didn’t save you.”

“It’s fine, but you owe me,” she said causing Y/n to laugh a little. He took her hand and balanced himself before walking toward the campfire. A few survivors congratulated him for the escape and stuff but all that was on Y/n’s mind was David. He noticed the man standing against a tree and he walked toward him. “You fuck,” a voice called out to me David.

Y/n looked to Mikaela to who was very angrily walking toward David. She was pissed that David didn’t save her and yelled at the man for saving Y/n. “Stop yelling at him!” Y/n yelled, Mikaela rolled her eyes and scoffed before walking away. “Fucking slut, he only saved you cause you probably blow him on your free time,” she muttered while walking away. She rubbed her stomach were the hook once pierced.

Y/n stepped forward and looked up to David, “Thank you for that, but you don’t need to do that. It’s unfair and I can escape myself.” David just scoffed and walked away as well. Y/n bit down on his teeth and ran in-front of David, “What is wrong with you.”

“What?!”

“One second you wanna carry me around the entire map and then sacrifice yourself but the next you act like you hate me?,” Y/n yelled causing David to flinch a bit. “I don’t hate you, I-I just need time to think, so please leave me alone,” he said before walking back to his cabin. David fell against his door and felt tears well in his eyes. I really love him but he hates me, what am I supposed to do, he thought to himself.

[bittercandysweetrain]

Wakasa x chubby reader (high school addition) [pt.2]

Wakasa had been watching the fight the whole time from a distance he stood by his locker sucking on a lollipop. the whole thing irked him y/n usually kept to herself and even though she often fought back it pissed him off the teacher chose sakura’s side. y/n he remembered when he first met her a few years back when they first started middle school. 

5 years ago -  Wakasa stared at the amber sky he didn’t want to go there it was too noisy with his parents always fighting. but it was so hot out and his shaggy hair made him sweat even more. “are you okay?” a young girl’s voice echoed y/n looked down at him “You haven’t left this spot in hours and you haven’t drank your eaten anything.” The first thing wakasa noticed was her chubby red cheeks, her hair stuck to her face from sweat and she wore an oversized shirt. “are you stalking me?” he asked suddenly as he moved to face her “No I been here longer than you I was checking to see if you were alive.’’ y/n said “well I am” he said “what are you doing here?” he asked “My mother locks me out of the house until I get at least two hours of exercise but it sort of backfired as I just buy snacks and hang out here.” she said Wakasa chuckled “so do you have snacks?” he asked “yeah I do there is a convenience store near by” she said wakasa stood up to follow her to the small yellow tunnel she hid out in. Wakasa crawled in while she stayed at the edge. “there is fruit in there and onigiri also water and juices.” she said “thanks” he said taking the onigiri “so why are you out here?” she asked “I don’t know feels better here than home.” y/n looked at the bag “I get that” she said “your mom kicks you out” he chimed “yeah but when I am home all i hear is my parents fighting over what to do about my weight. The diets, the shouting, I feel like I am at fault for my father leaving a lot” she said “its not your fault if grown ups constantly use you as a out then they are the child in the house not us.” wakasa said “that sounds very grown up of you” y/n said smiling at him “I’m y/n l/n grade 6″ she said “ah I’m Wakasa Imaushi” he said “waka” she chuckled her smile seemingly made him smile. Everyday he would meet y/n after school to hang out and then summer came and he made his own gang slowly he stopped showing up and y/n met her best friend they drifted apart and became strangers once more. 

Current time -  That smile never changed even as an older teenager her smile made him feel happy but nowadays she smiles less. and then he smiled less and barely had any reasons to smile. he started to follow her but before he could reach her sakura stepped in front of him. “Waka-san” she smiled “don’t call me that we’re not close” he said standing before her “Wakasa I worked all night on this the best chocolate imported from denmark” she said. Wakasa looked at the chocolate covered strawberries how would he play this out. In japan Feb 14 the girls handed the chocolate out and then in return a month later march 14 the men would finally tell them if they liked them or not by giving her chocolate or the button from his uniform. he could torment sakura for a month it wouldn’t compare to the three years she had been bullying y/n but it was something. “Denmark huh wow I must be really special to you” he said “you are” she said leaning in “Okay I’ll take it but of course I guess in return I would have to put on a big show.” Sakura grew excited by that “you don’t have to but I think it would be amazing if everyone knew” she said cheekily Wakasa smiled “okay if that’s what you want.”

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Friends* - Part Four: It's Messy

Book:                   Open Heart Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish) Rating:                 Mature (18+ Recommended) Category:            AU – Mini-Series Words: 6382 Series:                  Friends * Tobias Carrick and Casey are the best of friends.  Lunch every day at work, tell each other everything, and genuinely love each other friends.  They always knew better than to let that get “messy” by fooling around, until that night…. Segment:            Their arrangement has been going on for several months, and to both of their surprise, it’s working.  They’re really happy.  But what happens to their arrangement, and to them, when that happiness is threatened? Warnings:           This series is about much more than smut, but there is a lot of smut in it.  This part has cursing, explicit sexual content, and unprotected sex, and I don’t recommend the latter outside of committed relationships. A/N:                     This chapter contains mature content, but I don’t think it crosses the line into explicit.  Since everyone has their own definition of what that means, I still recommend this chapter for those who are 18 and up.   A/N 2:                 A couple Spanish words in this chapter, nothing that should floor anyone, but I’d rather everyone know what they mean.  Basta! means “Stop it!” and mi hija means my daughter.

SERIES MASTERLIST Tobias & Casey Masterlist Main Masterlist @choicesaugustchallenge – Day 31 – Friends to Lovers to ? AU

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS. (Sort of.)

"Coming thorough!" Bryce lifted the tray of drinks over his head and swerved through the packed bar with impressive ease.

"And here we go! Round three!"

He never noticed Casey and Tobias's eyes lock across the table at that phrase. Entering month two of their "arrangement," round three had a very different meaning to them.

"MacTavish," Bryce waved his hand in front of Casey's face, "are you with us?"

"Yes," she startled, "of course I am. 

"I don't know," Tobias winked. "You seemed like you were a thousand miles away. Where was your mind?"

"Uhm," Casey stuttered, narrowing her eyes at Tobias, who was enjoying her suffering entirely too much. "My mind is on my bed. I'm exhausted, so I cannot wait to get naked and slither between the sheets."

Checkmate! She raised her glass with a smirk. She knew exactly where his mind was now. 

"Well," Bryce chuckled. "Before anyone runs off to get naked… you’re all coming to my birthday celebration this Saturday, right?"

"I’ll be there,” Tobias jumped in. “I don’t want your party to suck, and if I’m not there, it’s bound to.”

Bryce tapped his beer bottle against Tobias’s. “I knew I could count on you, T!”

“I’ll be there!” Sienna seconded.

“And you, Case?” Bryce asked.

“I’m still trying to switch shifts with someone. But, worst-case scenario, I show up late in scrubs… looking like shit … on second thought, maybe I’m a no.”

“You’d still be the second hottest person there, next to me, of course!” Bryce gave her a reassuring side hug. “And speaking of hot, guess who RSVP’d today?”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting!” Sienna demanded as Bryce playfully batted his lashes at Tobias.

“Claudia….”

“Ooooh, the hot new nurse in Peds?” Jackie queried.

“One and the same.”

“Of course, she’s going,” Sienna smirked, “She has a huge crush on you.”

“Not me! She’s one of the few women born with a rare gene making her immune to my charms. But this one,” he pointed to Tobias. “She’s got quite a thing for him. So my suggestion, T? Make sure you bring protection.”

Casey bit her lip, her eyes set on her drink.  Their best friend with benefits thing was working, better than either had anticipated, and it was no strings… but the thought of Tobias taking Claudia home made her stomach turn.

“Wow, T,” Jackie replied. “I’d totally hit that. “If you don’t close that deal, I am shooting my shot.”

“As if T can’t close a deal,” Bryce smirked.

“You know, guys. I’m going to head out. I’m the only one on an early tomorrow.”

Tobias jumped from his seat when she did. “I’ll join you. I’m not in early, but I have a 5:00 gym date. Plus, I’ve had enough of you clowns.”

“Hey, don’t act like you don’t love the circus!” Bryce yelled as his friends headed for the door. 

The crisp night air hit them as soon as they stepped outside.  Casey rubbed her arms. The thin sweater she had on was not warm enough.

Without a word, Tobias removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders.  “Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”

The two walked silently down the street, hands in their pockets with a respectable “friendly” distance between them.

“So, are you going to the party, or were you just shutting Bryce up.”

“It’s Bryce’s party,” she reaffirmed. “I won’t miss it even if I’m late.”

“Good,” he smiled.  “Do you want to come home with me?”

“After the party? Sure.”

“Well, you can come then too,” he chuckled, “but I mean tonight.”

Casey stopped and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

“As much as I would love an evening of illicit activity, I’m already getting a max of four hours sleep, and….”

“Case,” he interrupted.  “You know we don’t have to have sex every time we get together, right? My townhome is five minutes away, and your apartment is thirty.  I just thought you could get more sleep.”

“I know we say we don’t have to, but somehow we always end up sweaty and naked in your bed… on your couch… on the floor… on your sink….”

“I get the picture,” he laughed.  “But your welcome to come and sleep in any of those places; well, maybe not the sink, that would be weird.”

“Fine,” she smiled.  “I could use the extra sleep. Thanks, T.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Well, that seals the deal,” she laughed as she entered his car. Not on your sink.”

Tobias closed her door and smiled softly as he walked around the car. He had been skeptical about this, but two months later, he had to admit… he was happy.

~~~~ 

Murphy’s law was in complete control on Saturday. At least it was for Casey. Another resident agreed to relieve her two hours early, but he came down with the flu. She rushed to the locker room to change when her shift ended, and an intern tripped and spilled grape juice all over her. There was no time to go home, so she threw her scrubs back on and headed to Donahue’s. 

Her eyes scanned the room for the birthday boy, and she found him holding court in the back. With him entertained, she decided to get a drink at the bar first. A little liquid courage would make her feel better about looking so scruffy while her friends were at their best. She saw Tobias sitting alone at the end of the bar and smiled. This was perfect. He always made her feel beautiful no matter what. Perhaps Murphy stayed behind at the hospital after all. But with just a few more steps, the smile slipped from her face

Claudia was a vision at work daily: bare-faced, hair pinned up, and in sensible shoes. So, of course, she looked smoking hot at the party. Her wavy, chestnut brown hair cascaded down the center of her bare back.  The plunging neckline of her shimmering, gold dress that hugged her every curve fell just to her upper thigh. Her long, shapely legs were irresistible in a matching pair of strappy heels. Her laugh was infectious, and her smile could light a room. No wonder Tobias was grinning from ear to ear as he hung on her every word.  Casey looked down and grasped her own dingy scrubs, and her blood went cold.

“Well,” she whispered with a sad chuckle. “I guess he’s found my replacement.” 

There was no way she could stay now. Bryce would understand, she told herself as she rushed to the door when she heard.

“CASEY!!!!” A tipsy Sienna yelled, hugging her from behind.  “I’m SO glad you’re here!”

“Yeah, but… I’m gonna go. It’s been a long day, and… look at me, Si.”

“You’re gorgeous!” Her fellow dolphin ensured. “And you’re staying.”

“I’ll say happy birthday, grab a beer and hide in a corner for a respectable period of time. But, Si. I need to get out of here, OK?”

Sienna heard the sadness in her friend’s voice and saw how glassy her eyes were, even though she had yet to have a drink.

“Is everything OK?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the bar.  She saw Tobias standing up, and she needed to get away.  “I… I’m going to go see Bryce.”

Casey sat in the furthest back corner of the bar as her friends partied nearby.  Sitting low to remain undetected, she silently nursed her beer.  She looked up every so often, lying to herself that she was not looking for Tobias. He was always all over the dance floor, but he was nowhere to be seen tonight.

He’s probably mesmerized by her, she thought. He has a pulse, after all.  And she’s crazy about him.. why wouldn’t she be?  They probably already left…they’re probably in…  She held her breath, and tears sprung to her eyes as she envisioned Claudia tangled in the sheets with Tobias … claiming the spot she had shared with him too many times to count now. She imagined him running his fingers slowly along every curve of her body as her smoky brown eyes shut tight in ecstasy. 

Finishing her beer in one gulp, she cursed herself. How the hell did she think this was going to be easy? How did she think it wouldn’t hurt? She needed to get out of there, and the back door was her best escape. She’d avoid her friends begging her to stay. There was no chance of her seeing Tobias and Claudia nuzzled up in a corner or, worse, realizing they left together. She could just get out of there, go home and sit on her couch with a pint of ice cream, waiting for the inevitable text from Tobias.  Benefits terminated.  It was their plan all along… so why was her heart aching?

“Excuse me,” she pushed through the crowd, feeling relief wash over her with the door just a few feet away. Escape was in sight when she felt a tug at her wrist.

“Hey, where are you running off to? I’ve been looking for you all night! Don’t you have your phone on?”

Casey was dazed.

“Oh, uh… I was in the back.  It’s been a long day and, no… no, I didn’t have my phone.  I’m just going home….”

“Already? Case, what’s wrong? You’re not OK.”

“I’m good,” she forced a smile, “I’m just… look at me… I’m in my dirty scrubs.  I look like shit, and I just want a shower and food and….”

“Then let’s go.”

“What?”

“Come over.  I’ll make you dinner, and you can rest.  And, just for the record, dirty scrubs and all, you’re still a knockout.”

“You… you want to go home? With… me?”

Tobias looked around to ensure no one was within earshot, then leaned in.  “We’ve kind of done that before,” he laughed. “And we said we would tonight.  But if you changed your mind….”

“No! No!” She grabbed his hand with no concern for who saw. “Please, take me home..”

~~~~~  

Several hours later, it was Casey tangled in his bedsheets… panting gently as his body pressed into hers. He knew her body so well now; he knew every spot that would make her holler and that look in his eyes when he did….

“Ahhhh,” she gasped, digging her nails in his back.

“You like that?” he whispered with a sly smile that made it perfectly clear he already knew the answer.

Biting her lip, she nodded, and the proud grin on his face grew.

“Then you’ll love this,” he hissed, raising her hips and rolling in deeper. Feeling her clench around him, his teeth tugged at her ear. “That’s it, princess, let go. I’m waiting for you.”

Her feeble cries filled the air, and she clung to him as his body slammed into hers. The two of them groaning with delight as they reached their peak together.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he gasped atop her. “You know that, right?”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she giggled as he plopped beside her.

“You’re staying?” he asked almost desperately.

“Yes,” she nuzzled closer to him. “I am.”

“Good,” he kissed the top of her head.

Neither intended to fall asleep immediately, but their bodies had other plans. Pleasantly exhausted, they drifted off in each other's arms, the smiles on their faces telling a story neither was able to speak.

~~~~~ 

The bright light hit her eyes, causing Casey to stir. With a smile, she rolled over to wrap her arm around Tobias, only to find the bed empty. Throwing on one of his t-shirts, she bounced down the stairs.

“Damn, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” he smiled, standing over the stove.

Casey walked behind him and threw her arms around his waist. “That’s OK. Breakfast here at the table with you is just fine.”

It was so comfortable. Her head nestled into his shoulder, the warmth of his bare back against her chest. She closed her eyes and savored it, then quickly stepped away. Sex was easy, and being friends was easy. But she still had trouble navigating these intimate moments. Where would she be crossing a line? Sensing her tension and eager for the comfort of her touch, Tobias reached back and pulled her against him again. She smiled, happily remaining there until breakfast was made. 

“Mmmm,” she moaned, pulling the fork from her mouth.

Tobias looked on with a satisfied smirk. He loved those sounds coming from her, especially when he knew he was the cause, no matter how he did it.

“You make a killer French toast.”

“Anything to make you happy. So, do you have plans today?”

“Nothing definitive,” she said, sipping her tea. 

“Spend the day with me? We can bum around together, watch TV, or play video games. And later, I’m meeting an old buddy from Kenmore. We’re going out on his boat, and I’m sure he’d be fine if you joined us.”

“You… you want me to?”

“I’m asking,” he chuckled.

“Then I’d love to.”

~~~~~ 

After opening the door, he extended his hand to help her out of the car. A delicate blush on her cheeks despite her best attempts to prevent it. With two movies and an hour's worth of Mario Kart, which they both insisted they won, under their belts, they walked down the pier together. Standing close, each longed to take the other’s hand, but neither was willing to make that move.

“So whose boat is this?” Casey asked.

“My friend Dave's. He’s a surgeon at Kenmore.”

“You hang out with surgeons?” She asked in mock horror.

“Only cool ones with boats, well, and Lahela,” he laughed. He nodded toward a large yacht, “We’ve arrived.”

“Damn!” She exclaimed. “Surgeons at Kenmore do well for themselves. Now I get it. Completely.”

“I don’t just like him for his boat,” Tobias laughed. “He’s a good guy. You’ll love him.”

When they reached the top of the stairs, a handsome, middle-aged man with tan skin and dark wavy hair greeted them.

“Well, as I live and breathe!” he declared, boisterously grasping Tobias’s hand. “I never thought you’d show.”

“Hey, don’t blame me if people don’t like hanging out with you in general,” Tobias laughed. “But how many times have I let you down?”

“More than you’d want me to admit in front of this beautiful lady! Now, who has the misfortune of your company?” he laughed.

“This is my… my… this is my Casey. Casey, this is David.”

“Your Casey?” David shook his head, “Still refusing to label things, are we?”  He turned to Casey with a huge grin and offered his hand. “It’s lovely to meet Tobias’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, it’s lovely to meet you too, but I’m not his….”

“What can I get you two to drink? Come on,” he motioned for them to follow. “We’re about to set sail.”

Casey looked up at Tobias as they trailed several feet behind their host. “I tried to tell him that I’m not….”

Tobias tapped her nose with his index finger, wearing a smile that extended all the way up to his eyes. “Don’t pay it any mind.”

It was a perfect afternoon. David and his wife, Nilda, were welcoming and delightful. Their adorable daughter, Zara, took an immediate liking to Casey, which only intensified after Casey agreed that they absolutely should change the music to Taylor Swift. Tobias was transfixed as he watched the two new besties dancing on the other side of the deck when David snuck up beside him. Flicking his friend's arm to break the spell.  

“She is lovely, man,” David approved. “Inside and out. I’m impressed.”

“Well, you should be! She is impressive. But she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Really?” his disappointed friend said with raised brows. “You’d never know it by how you interact.”

“Well, she’s been my best friend for years now, but that’s it.”

“Mmm,” David said, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Nilda was my best friend once, and she still is, but now, she’s so much more.”

Tobias turned to his friend, mildly annoyed. “Really, David? We’ve known each other for how long?”

“Ahhh! You!” He waved dismissively. “Mr. I’ll never commit. That’s all well and good, but sometimes you meet the right person, and when you do, you have to reevaluate. How would you feel if you knew she would no longer be in your life.”

Tobias was visibly stricken at the thought, and the corners of David's lips turned up when he saw that he got his friend.

“You wouldn’t like that, would you.”

“Well, as my best friend, she probably will remain in my life forever. If I take it beyond that….”

“Basta! Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t already taken it beyond that.”

Now it was Tobias rolling on the balls of his feet, refusing to turn toward his friend.

“As I was saying,” David simpered.

“David!” Nilsa called from the deck below, “Can you come help me with the food?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll help….” Tobias started, but David stopped him with a touch of the arm. “No. You go enjoy some time on the deck with Casey.”

“Zara!” He yelled, turning away, “Come help Mama and Papa with dinner.”

The little girl dropped Casey’s hands and stomped her foot. “Do I have to! I want to stay with Casey!”

“Casey will be here when you get back, mi hija. Let’s go.”

Zara looked up at Casey with big, pleading doe eyes.

“He’s right,” Casey smiled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“OK,” the little girl grinned, reassured enough to run off with her dad.

Tobias’s face was alight as he walked toward Casey, both turning toward the rail to take in the views.

“You’ve made quite an impression,” he observed.

“With Zara? She’s the one who made a good impression. She’s adorable.”

“Not only with Zara, David’s quite taken with you too.”

“Is he?” she replied bashfully.

“He is. It’s easy to see why.”

Tobias turned toward her, and Casey’s heart raced as she felt his eyes on her. The sunset was breathtaking, bathing them in shades of pink and amber. He found it hard to breathe as he watched the breeze gently tousle her long, blonde hair. He had been overwhelmed by her beauty so many times, but never more than in that moment.

“The sunset is gorgeous,” she spoke, terrified of the electricity she felt drawing them together.

“It sure is, but the view is even better.”

“It’s been a lovely day,” she blushed. “I’m really glad you asked me along.”

“I am too,” he whispered as his fingers caressed her chin, turning it toward him. 

Their eyes met and lingered on each other. His drifted down to her lips, then back again. Everything was perfect, and he knew he would have himself if he allowed this moment to pass. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he gently drew her near. The kiss was soft, slow, and tender, each vividly aware of their pounding hearts. They broke apart for just a moment. He swallowed deeply, delighted to see the beautiful smile lighting up her face. Casey reached up to kiss him again; this time, it was passionate, ravenous, and demanding so much more. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her close against his body as her hands trailed up and down his back.

If not for Zara calling out Casey’s name as she ran up the stairs, they were sure they would never have parted. Breathlessly pulling away, Tobias noticed the impish look on David's face when he bellowed, “Dinner is served.”

“Come on,” he smiled at Casey. Entwining his fingers with hers, he led her down the stairs.

~~~~~ 

Whatever that moment was, they weren’t going to figure it out tonight. The evening continued as it had started, with good conversation, lots of laughs, and Zara never leaving Casey’s side. When it was time to go, David and Nilda fussed over Casey almost as much as their daughter did, and David insisted that they would do this again soon. Tobias beamed at Casey as they began walking to his car, but once again, neither took the chance of holding each other's hand.

The car ride to her apartment was quiet for these two. They both thought it best to let the sounds of Smokey Robinson and Marvin Gaye do the talking. Occasionally, one or the other would interrupt the Motown legends to affirm what a great time they had today. Casey was gazing out the window when they pulled up in front of her building. She was hoping he'd ask her to come over, even though she insisted she had to go home tonight earlier in the day.

“Well, this is it,” he stated.

“Yeah, it’s my stop,” she giggled nervously. 

“I had such a nice time,” they said in unison, laughing at the end.

“Good night, Casey,” whispered.

“Good night, Tobias.”

“Wait,” he blurted as soon as her hand touched the door. Reaching over the console, he gave her a final, tender kiss goodbye.

“Good night,” he whispered.

His eyes were fixed on her until she was no longer in sight. Then he rushed to pick up his phone.

“Yo!” Bryce answered.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Donahue’s. Why?”

“I’m coming to get you. I need to talk.”

Sienna looked up from the couch when Casey entered the apartment. 

“Hey!” Sienna greeted. “Where have you been all day?”

“Si, I need to talk.”

~~~~~ 

“So I’ve been seeing someone….” Casey spat out. “Well, not exactly seeing….”

“It’s more of a friend with benefits thing,” Tobias clarified.

“Friend with benefits?” Bryce queried. “You don’t usually do the friends part.”

“I know!”

“I knew it!” Sienna squealed.

“You did?” Casey asked in horror.

“Well, not any details. But I knew something was going on with someone.”

“I kind of suspected. I’m not going to lie.”

“You did?” Tobias gasped.

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve turned down at least two of the hottest chicks in the hospital in the last couple of months, and, let's face it, buddy, that’s not you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be serious,” Casey explained. “We’re just friends… who have sex. You know, sometimes….”

“But sometimes became A LOT of times,” Tobias sighed. “A lot, a lot because….”

“Jesus Christ, is it GOOD!” Casey enthused.

“How good?”

“Fucking PHENOMENAL. I swear, I can’t get enough of her.”

“And this is bad?”

“I didn’t say it was bad… it’s just I’m confused. Because today, we were out, and we were on this boat….”

“… and then we kissed. And, God! Was it a kiss.”

“It wasn’t a we’re about to have sex kiss, and it wasn’t a we just had sex kiss.”

“Well, what kind of kiss was it?” Sienna asked.

“It was an I never want to stop this. I never want to let you go, sort of kiss. Bryce, bro, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“But do you like him?” Sienna asked, “I mean outside of the amazing sex part.”

“The amazing sex part is just icing, Si. I adore him.”

“She’s just, she’s just one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. Even if sex never entered the equation, I’d want to be with her all the time.”

“I’m failing to see the problem,” Sienna shrugged.

“You know what it is, bro,” Bryce grinned. “You’re falling for her. Correction, you’ve fallen for her.”

“And that’s the problem.”

“Why is it a problem?” Sienna asked.

“Because he’s not the kind of guy who wants to settle down. This is just… an arrangement, and I doubt he feels the same way about me.”

“Well, that kiss says otherwise.”

“Tobias! What’s so awful? Do you think you’re superhuman or something? You met someone incredible enough to make you change your mind. And from where I’m standing, that’s not bad.”

“Do I know them?” Bryce and Sienna questioned.

“No!” Tobias and Casey lied.

“I think you should talk to him.”

“I think you should talk to her.”

“But, God, Si. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to lose him.”

“But it’s not like things are bad now, as they are. We have a good thing.”

“Then why did you pull me out of Donahue’s in a cold sweat?”

“If you’re as close as you say, you won’t lose him. But, you need to know.”

“You’re right,” Tobias replied. “I’m going to have to talk to her….”

“And I will,” Casey insisted… “Soon.”

~~~~~ 

Casey was grateful to have an early shift the next day. This way, she had at least a few hours before seeing Tobias. She was still thinking of the best way to broach this, or maybe he’d broach it, and she was worrying for nothing. But she was worried, and her jittering leg and drumming fingers made that perfectly clear when she took a seat in the nurses' station.

“Dr. MacTavish,” a small voice called out.

“Yes,” she turned to see Claudia, still hot as hell in her green scrubs, holding an arrangement of roses.

“These were just delivered for you.”

“For me?”

Claudia looked at the card and mocked crying. “Yes, for you. Sadly the card confirms it’s not for me.”

“Oh, thank you,” she smiled, taking the flowers from Claudia’s hands.                

Casey was glowing, the blush on her cheeks matching the pale pink of roses that had just been delivered. She tried to conceal her feelings as her fingers traced the delicate petals, but her mind kept returning to yesterday and… that kiss. They had to be from him. This was becoming more. She was breaking all the rules, and she was starting to ask why they ever put them in place to begin with.

“Casey?” Sienna’s words pulled her from her reverie. “What does the card say? Who are they from?”

“Oh, uh,” she stammered, wondering if this would be the big reveal. But the card wasn’t signed. “It doesn’t say. It just says I hope the day is as beautiful as you.”

“Ooohh! A secret admirer,” Sienna winked.

Casey stood there with a stupid grin on her face. Convinced she was giving away far more than she wished to.

“Good morning, ladies!”

Casey jumped when she heard Tobias approach, as chipper as he ever was in the morning.

“What’s going on,” he laughed. “You’re not usually so easy to startle.”

“She’s trying to figure out who her secret admirer is,” Sienna beamed.

“Oh?” he asked with a raised brow. “Are you?”

“Yes,” Casey replied, biting her lip. Her eyes eagerly assessed him for any sign that he was the sender. “I need to figure out who sent these to me.”

Tobias’s face was set in stone when he took the card from her hand; looking it over for several seconds, he handed it back. 

“Yeah,” he replied coldly. “I suppose you’ll need to do that.”

Casey’s face fell when he turned on his heel and walked into his office. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Sienna rattling off potential suspects' names. She finally tugged at her friend's lab coat and whispered, “Do you think it was him?”

“Who? Tobias?” Casey jumped.

“No! Not Tobias, silly!” Sienna leaned in to whisper, “The one you told me about last night. Do you think it could be him?”

“No,” Casey stated sadly. “I’m pretty sure I can rule him out.”

~~~~~ 

Casey was in the diagnostic team’s office when the workday had almost reached its end. Her flower arrangement was not far from her mess of paperwork. She looked at it half-heartedly, mindlessly smacking a bud with her pen. She had only run into Tobias twice today; both times were more awkward than any encounter they had ever shared. She was sure she had misread what happened yesterday and was angry for allowing herself to believe they may have been something more. The optimism and hope that had filled her were replaced by a sense of dread.

She text Tobias. Whatever the outcome, they needed to talk. He told her he’d be up as soon as he wrapped up with a patient, and Casey was practicing what she would say to him as she anxiously waited.   

“Dr. MacTavish,” a voice called out.

“Claudia, no more flowers, please,” Casey joked.

“No,” Claudia laughed, “but maybe I can do one better. A gentleman is asking for you; I think he may be the sender.”

Casey’s brow furrowed. “Really? Well, if nothing else, I’d like to solve that riddle. Lead me to him.”

She stepped into the hall, nearly crashing into an imposingly tall man. While he looked familiar, she couldn’t place him. Her eyes squinted as she attempted as she took him in.

“Well,” he laughed nervously, “I guess I didn’t make quite the same impression on you as you did on me.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “It’s just, I see so many people here and…. wait,” she said, tapping her temple. “Fenway! The Red Sox game!”

“Phew! Now I feel better,” he grinned, “at least it didn’t take you too long to remember.”

“Well, what are you doing here?”

“I’m working! I’m with the governor’s office,” he said, handing her his business card. “I was meeting with the administration about a potential grant for….”

“… for pediatric cancer research, yes,” Casey smiled. “I’m involved in that project. I’m on the committee.”

“Really? Well, that’s great to know because it means we’ll see each other at the meetings next week.”  

“What a small world!” she marveled. “But, it still doesn’t explain how you knew you could find me here.”

“Well,” he blushed, “I hope this doesn’t come across as scary stalker-ish because I promise you, I’m not. But I lost your phone number after the game, and I’ve lived with regret every day since. I remember you and your friend, the guy you were with….”

“Tobias.”

“Yes! Tobias! I remembered you mentioning you worked at Edenbrook.  So when I found out I was coming here, I let the internet do its thing, and….”

“So you stalked me,” Casey laughed.

“I like to call it being creative when you know the end goal is worthwhile. The flowers, well, they were just an extra touch because my mother raised me to be a gentleman.”

“The flowers,” Casey said, her eyes bulging. “The flowers, they’re… they’re from you?”

“Yes.”

“Huh. Well, then that’s one mystery solved.”

~~~~~ 

Ten minutes later, Casey was pacing the floor in Tobias’s office, waiting for him to arrive. 

“Hey,” he blustered, closing the door behind him. “So… he tracked you down, huh?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Josh? Was that his name? From the Red Sox game?”

“Oh! Jake! Yeah, well, it’s not as creepy as it sounds. He works for the governor’s office and will be here consulting on the pediatric oncology grant.”

“You’re on the project, right?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“Huh, what?” Casey asked. 

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that’s some coincidence. Maybe it’s even fate.”

“Coincidence?” She asked quizzically. “Yes. Fate? Uhm, I don’t think so.”

“He sent you the flowers, right?”

“He did,” she replied softly. “I was sort of hoping they were from someone else.” 

“I was in the hallway. I heard him ask you out.”

Casey’s head tilted.

“You did? Well, then you also heard me turn him down.”

“Why? He seems like a nice guy. He’s handsome enough, and there was a time when you would have seen him as quite a catch.”

“Uh, well, I’m not currently fishing. And I’m not interested in Jake. Not going out with him, nor talking about him. I asked you here because….”

“Maybe you should be,” he interrupted as the blood drained from her face.

“What?!”

“Maybe you should be. I got to talk with him twice now, and he seems cool; he's obviously into you.”

“Tobias,” she gasped, “I’m not looking for….”

“He’s the type of guy who will send you flowers at work just to make you smile. The kind who will take you places and show you off. The kind of guy who can give you what you always wished for. And you deserve that, Casey. You really do.”

“What… what are you saying? You want me to be interested in Jake?”

“I want you to have the life you always wanted. What we have... our arrangement... we both knew it was always meant to be temporary.”

“We said until… oh God... you’ve met someone else! Haven’t you? You've met someone else and you can’t even tell me, so you’re pinning this on me.”

“I haven’t met anyone, Casey. That whole until we met someone else clause, that was more for you than me. You see, for me… what we have right now is perfect. I’ve got this amazing woman whom I adore, and she’s there for me whenever I want,” he took her hand, caressing it softly in his. “Selfishly, I could keep this going for God knows how long. Because what we have… right now… it’s all I ever wanted. But it’s not all that you ever wanted.”

“Tobias,” she stammered. “I don’t want Jake… I want…. I…. I just thought… yesterday. I wanted to talk about our….”

Pulling her hand away, she turned her back to him. She was about to cry, and she was willing to do anything to prevent him from seeing it.

“Casey, I’m so sorry. I care for you more than you know, and that’s why I have to let you go. Our … thing… it’s run its course… it’s not going to become any more than it is, and you deserve more.”

“But... but… I want you. I know we said it was just sex and nothing more, but I love being with you, and I don’t want… I don’t want it to be over.”

“Can you say you’d be happy? If we leave things exactly as they are right now. Would you be happy?”

“I’m not unhappy.”

“But in a year, or two, or ten down the line. Do you want me to introduce you to someone and not even know what to call you?”

“My Casey kind of worked,” she laughed through a tear. “I don’t hate being your Casey.”

“And you’ll still be my Casey,” he sighed, fighting not to show his own sadness. “But you’ll be my friend Casey, my very, very special friend.”

“So,” she chuckled through tears, “this is my termination of benefits notice.”

“Casey,” he said, approaching her as she backed away, “It’s not that… you deserve to be with someone who will give you everything.”

“You’re right,” she said, wiping her tears and trying to regain her composure. “It’s better this way. I just wish I knew that yesterday was our last…” her lip began to quiver as she started for the door. “I have to go.”

“Casey, wait.”

“No! You’re right. This was temporary… fun… wasn’t supposed to mean anything. You’re not at fault, Tobias. I made the damn rules. It was just supposed to be fun, and I guess it was… right?” 

He turned to her, a single tear running down his cheek.

“It was so much more than just fun.”

“But it wasn’t enough… the arrangement wasn’t enough for me, and apparently, I’m not enough for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I ever even….”

“I’m not,” he insisted, taking her hand. “I am never going to regret this.”

“Well, I do. I… I have to go.”

Casey plowed down the hall, pushing the button furiously in hopes it would hasten the elevator’s arrival. Grateful for an empty car, she began to slowly fall apart as soon as the doors were shut.

“Shit!” she muttered when it stopped on another floor. Wiping her face, she tried to keep her composure.  The second the door opened, she bolted toward the exit.

“Excuse me… doctor?” someone called after her.

“Yes?” she turned around.

“You dropped this. It looks official. I thought you might need it.”

“Oh,” she said, retrieving Jake’s card from the young woman’s hand. “Thank you.”

She slipped the card into her pocket and stepped outside. Twenty-four hours ago, she kissed Tobias under a perfect sky and dared to dream. Now, as she made her way home, she was grateful for the falling rain that drenched her, for it also helped hide her tears. We never know what the next day has planned.  Life can change in an instant.

~~~~~ 

It took everything he had not to run after her. Never mind the feelings he was denying, she was still his best friend, and he had loved her before they ever crossed the line into anything more. When Casey was in pain, he comforted her; that’s how it’s always been. Except for this time, it wasn’t some random jerk who broke her heart.  That honor belonged to none other than him.

He thought of David’s words:

“…sometimes you meet the right person, and when you do, you have to reevaluate. How would you feel if you knew she would no longer be in your life?”

He prayed to God that he wouldn’t find out because a life without Casey in it felt like more than he could bear. Tossing a folder across the room in frustration, he watched as its contents spilled to the floor.

She had made the rules for their “arrangement,” but he made the rules for his life. An hour ago, he was confident that he was making the right choice.  But right now, he wasn’t confident about anything. 

“Hey, Dr. Carrick,” a voice interrupted. “Is Dr. MacTavish still here?”

“No, Claudia. She’s left for the day. Can I help you with something?”

“No, thank you. I just received the labs she was asking for. But they’re not urgent. I’ll make sure she gets them tomorrow.”

“Very well,” he muttered as he stared out the window.

Claudia was standing at the door when she paused to work up her courage. 

“Dr. Carrick… are you almost done for the day?”

“I’m done in fifteen minutes. Why?”

“I’m going to head down to Donahue’s for a quick drink before I go home. I’d love company if you want to join me.”

“Thanks, Claudia. But it’s been a long day, and I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Oh, OK,” she smiled. “Maybe a rain check?”

“We’ll see,” he muttered. “We’ll see.”

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[literaphobe]

I love your take on the wlw Love Square! Now I'm curious about your take on an mlm Love Square

ive actually never thought about mlm love square. but for you anon? okay!

ladynoir: ifl mlm ladynoir would spar so much and be a lot more competitive about whos in charge. boy ladybug is a bit of a dick about how Being the ladybug miraculous holder makes him the de facto leader and when master fu starts training him he rubs it in chat noirs face. chat noirs retort is always about how master fu clearly thinks he doesn’t NEED his hand held because he’s so obviously the more competent one. secretly he is very sad that master fu doesn’t gaf about him. boy ladybug also slowly stops bragging about all the responsibility because he realizes its not a title of honor but a heavy rock he’s been saddled with but he can’t look weak in front of chat or he won’t ever let him live it down. one day they get into a shouting match that ends with them passionately making out only to run away after because What The Fuck

adrienette: ifl boy marinette would be the perfect like. all rounder. good at gaming, good at sports, best grades in the class, extremely talented at fashion design. bro would be drowning in bitches and equally oblivious about the fact that everyone wants him so fucking bad. like without misogyny he would fly so high. adrien would have complicated feelings about him bc gabriel would weirdly compare them and be like if not for the inferiority of his birth, he would be a better son for myself than you <- or something else fucked up that cuts adrien deep. but then gabriel finds out that boy marinette is a mlm and never speaks of him again. even tells adrien not to hang around him OR imitate him in anyway. praises adrien for being a good straight son (without directly saying straight…? idk) and it only makes adrien more determined to become friends w marionette

marichat: chat noir sees marinette on his rooftop balcony and is like um Hey i know we barely know each other but i heard about u coming out recently and Uhhh i hope ur okay i heard the Agreste brand rejected you for their summer program because of it and that really sucks and hes like oh. thank you. i dont know how you heard about that but thats really nice. im okay really. my parents are really supportive and the fact that gabriel agreste is homophobic makes me not want to have anything to do with him or his brand. and chat is like oh… everything? even his… son? and boy marinette is like are u kidding? adriens one of the best people i know. i feel bad that he has to live with a father like that. and chat is like yeah. me too. and marinette is like confused like did u come here just to talk to me about adrien agreste? and chat is like oh um. i actually um. came here to ask for advice on coming out bc im gay…? its half an excuse because every night he thinks about the time he kissed boy ladybug but also he does not know what his sexuality is. hes like. its almost as if hes not allowed to like men. and yet… ANYWAY. marionette is like um. i guess coming out advice number one. don’t tell ur parents if ur dad is someone like gabriel agreste. and he laughs and chat is like haha! so funny! thank god im not adrien agreste! would suck to be him if he was gay! and boy marinette shrugs and is like eh. i doubt adrien’s gay anyway. i hope for his sake that he isn’t

ladrien: something happens that makes adrien’s identity as chat noir almost get compromised and he lies to boy ladybug and is like uh… i have the biggest crush on chat noir? he was um. my gay awakening? and ladybug gets a little jealous because hes in love w adrien and its like wow of fucking COURSE adrien likes chat noir. of course chat noir’s the hot sexy one who gets all the men he wants without even trying! his charms totally dont work on boy ladybug tho. of course not. them kissing that one time never happened. anyway in his annoyance he tells adrien hes free to go for chat noir because there’s no way he’d turn down Adrien Agreste™ and adrien is like hang on how did u know that chat noir’s gay????? and ladybug panics like FUCK did i just out chat based on what i know as boy marinette???? and he backtracks like WHAAAAAT no um i have no idea what chat noir’s sexuality is just um dont u think chat noir looks gay??? gives off such a gay vibe??????? and adrien is like WYM CHAT NOIR LOOKS GAY LIKE WHAT DID HE DO???? and its just a disaster all around

[anlian-aishang]

What's your unpopular aot opinion if you have any?

OOF okay I have very many hot takes. I am going to put this beneath the cut at the risk of upsetting others. Read at your own volition and plz don't send me angry mail lol. It's all just a bunch of drawings <3

This is only up to where the anime is so far (posted 12/22/23). It is not about fandom, of which I have way more unpopular opinions 😅

// I don't have respect for Mikasa. I think she's one-note. I don't understand why people like her. She is a total pushover for Eren and has disregard for everyone else. I find it annoying.

// I don't find any Levi x anyone ship superior to others or more obvious than others. In my archive, you'll see that most ship-art I reblog is Eruri, but I really don't see anything in official canon that confirms them over levihan or rivetra or any others. I truly think that the amount of Eruri doujinshi I have read is solely responsible for my soft spot for that pairing.

// Sorry sorry sorry to all my Zeke-loving pals, but I think Zeke is sooooooo not attractive, neither inside nor out. I don't care if his dad was too overbearing or if his childhood was hard. Newsflash: there are plenty of characters who had unhappy upbringings and did not end up fetishizing eugenics :P Also - wow - that beard and those glasses gotta gooooo 😪

// Still don't like Gabi. Still don't like her. Sorry not sorry. Don't find anything about her likable. I have heard the argument that she is just a kid, and I agree with that to the extent that I forgive her for some of her ignorant opinions and Sasha-killing actions - BUT that doesn't mean I should cross the threshold and start to like her.

// I think the Marley arc was very poorly paced. Did they really expect us to fall out of love with all the characters we had gotten to know over the last 3 seasons in like ~10 episodes?

// I think MAPPA's animation is not as good as Wit's. I understand that they are overworked and underpaid, and that really sucks and makes what they did produce commendable. But if we were to just look at face value, an objective side-by-side, I think Wit's style is much better. I feel that it shows - that MAPPA was rushed in production. There are too many still images, not enough shading, too few frames, too many low-quality levis. So many of the frames look like they were first drafts, not meant for final productions. And PLZ I will be the first to say that I could not do better, but I am not very impressed with what I've seen :/ I would have rather them delayed it for another four years to give it the animation quality it deserves.

// I think Hange's character is very complex and deserves more screentime. They can be the most serious and grounding, but also the most berserk at various times. What is going on in their mind? Why are they the way that they are? I wish we could have seen more backstory - or even just one monologue about their duality.

// JEAN'S SCRUFF NOOOOOOOO SHAVE IT PLZ. Marleyan!Eren, too fdsjakfjskalfj I am simply not a facial hair fan x-x Not even Levi gets a pass on that :P

// I don't understand the Pieck hype? Like, I still see her as a bad guy for her RTS actions, and I have yet to see her have any remorse.

// Besides THAT ONE FRAME OF THE ANIME, I didn't think Levi pulled off the suit.

// On the other hand, S1 Levi gets so much unnecessary hate. Plz be nice to our lil fidget spinning sweetheart and those of us who adore himmm 🥺

// Also, Eren Kruger = A WHOLE SNACK 😤