#remember her are getting a bad case of nostalgia

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

You Remind Me Of Her

~

"Jason wake up I want to go see the new store!"

He felt his blankets get tugged off of him. Groaning he scrunched his face into the bed.

" Let me sleep another hour or two, it was late when I got in bed."

" And who's fault is that?"

He grabbed the nearest pillow to him and flung it to where the voice was coming from, even with perfect aim he wasn't surprised when he heard it connect with his wall and not a body.

"Yours! If you hadn't dragged me with you to look for those old music disk with you I would have gotten to bed earlier."

"Liar you would still have gone to bed late for whatever other reason."

He sat up rubbing his eyes, hissing slightly when he opened them not expecting his lights to already be on.

"Okay, what store are you making me go to today Martha?"

He dodged a swat to the back of his head. Grinning he headed towards the kitchen hearing her huff and following him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me grandma! Honestly, you're worse than a nipping dog"

"Well at least I'm not emotionally constipated like Bruce"

"True, but we're not speaking about my son right now we're speaking about you. Now hurry up! I saw the prettiest set of crystal glass cut tea set by the window when I was passing by!"

"Give me like 8 minutes to eat and get ready okay, will grampa be joining us?"

He turned to look at her in the eyes

Her green eyes, just barely glowing. The rest of her being transparent like fog in the early morning, her heels floating a few inches of the floor.

Martha Wayne his grandmother

His dead grandmother now a ghost

Just like he used to be

~

He walked into the small store the small bells jingling above his head.

"Look Jason they have such pretty things!"

His eyes followed her as she floated over to the display case. Quickly he took his phone and held it up to is ear.

"Which one's were the ones that caught your eye?'

He developed the habit of speaking into the phone when he was outside in public view while speaking with a ghost, that way nobody would give him a second glance looking like a normal phone call.

"The one with lilies and forget-me-not's."

His eyes quickly found the pieces and grabbed them. He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"Is this all you wanted from here?"

The 'Do you want to continue looking?' in his gaze. She gave a quick glance around before turning back to him.

"No just that for today, we can come back another day when you don't have plans."

Jason glanced at her while he quickly paid. Leaving the store he turned to fully look at her while still having his phone up to his ear.

"Plans? I don't have any plans for today?"

A sly grin made its way on to her face

"Well I thought it's been a while since you visited Alfred and since we're in the area we might as well visit, no?"

Jason sighed, " Fine, only because it has been a while plus if I don't go you'll just keep naggin' me."

Martha gave a small huff of amusement

"That's my boy! Now! Let's get some nice tea for our visit, it would be rude to go empty handed, how about some nice cinnamon tea huh?"

"Your obsession with cinnamon tea has started to spread to me, especially the weird way you like it."

"Gasp! It's not that weird, honestly I started drinking it like that because of my cravings while I was pregnant and just never stopped. But don't lie to me, you like it just as much as I do even with the peach jam."

"Fine maybe I do."

He looked down at the time, "Let's hurry up a buy that before it gets too late."

~

He knocked at the door, shifting the bags in his hands as he waited for Alfred to open the door.

Martha waited outside with him even though she could easily phase her way inside.

Jason heard light footsteps before the door glided open.

"Master Jason what a wonderful surprise to see you here please do come in."

Alfred herded Jason inside taking note of the bags he held.

"Did you go shopping before coming here?"

"Uh yea, some of it is for you."

"For me master Jason?"

"I thought it would be rude to come empty handed so I bought tea."

"Very thoughtful of you, lets head to the kitchen to prepare a cup shall we."

Jason quickly looked towards Martha raising a brow

"You go enjoy your tea with Alfred I'm going to look for Thomas, I'll be back by the time you leave"

Jason gave a quick smile in return before quickly following Alfred into the kitchen.

"Hey Alfie we can use the new tea set I got today, let me just wash them real quick."

He turned around, not noticing Alfred's confused stare

"You bought a tea set master Jason?"

Jason turned around after quickly wiping them dry.

"Yeah look, they even have some lilies and forget-me-not's on them, saw them by the window of the shop and thought why not?" He half lied.

"I see, I haven't seen these two flowers paired up together in ...a very long time."

Jason turned towards the kitchen entrance as he heard two pairs of footsteps nearing. Both Bruce and Dick appearing in the doorway.

"Oh good you're both here, I'm about to prepare some tea master Jason brought over for us ,sit down please."

They walked over to the table, Dick quickly hugging him.

"You didn't tell me you were dropping by!"

"Get off, and yea it was impulsive decision."

"Hn, good to see you chum."

"Yeah, you too B."

Alfred walked over with the tea prepared, placing it on the table.

Dick leaned over to see the tray.

"What kind of tea is it?"

"Master Jason brought us cinnamon tea."

Dick looked over at Jason tilting his head, "Since when do you drink cinnamon tea?"

"Since none of your business."

Jason took a small sip before sighing, "Hey Alfred do you have any peach jam?"

Alfred hesitated before looking at him confused, "Peach jam? What for?"

"I like to mix it in with the cinnamon tea."

Alfred's eyes glazed over for a second before heading towards the refrigerator, "...I see, of course let me get some for you."

He quickly came back with a small jar and placed it on the table near Jason.

"Thanks Alf." He scooped up a spoonful and dipped it in his cup.

Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other.

Dick looked up from his own cup, "Does that actually taste good? Can I try some!"

He made a grab at Jason's cup, he quickly pulled it out of reach, "Don't touch mine! If you're really curious make it yourself."

Dick slumped on the table whining, "But what if I don't like it, I'll ruin my tea!"

"That's not my problem"

"Oh come oooon just a little sip!"

"No"

"Pleaseee!"

"Ugh you're worse than a nipping dog, fine!"

Before Dick could celebrate they heard twin startled noises. They turned around and Bruce was covered in tea in what seemed like he spit out his tea, both Alfred and Bruce were staring at Jason faces pale.

Jason glanced around confused, "What? Why are you looking at me like that."

Alfred straightened up clearing his throat, " Apologies master Jason you seem to have startled us a bit."

"With what?"

Bruce finally stopped coughing, "Nothing, you just...reminded us of someone."

~

Just an Idea

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SHADES OF RED — nanami kento

summary . . . kento tries to move on, but he sees you in every shade of red

contents . . . ex-boyfriend nanami, nanami pov, f!reader, reader is only mentioned but she loves the color red, suggestive part at the end, kento has a new gf but :/ he wants you bad — 700 words

notes . . . erm this is so self indulgent btw ! everyone around me laughs at me for only getting my nails done the color red and this was born bc i got my nails done today. in my yearning!kento era ig <33 he can miss us instead of the other way around smh

kento had never considered himself a sentimental man.

he’d always had the keen ability to let go of things easily—or, at least, to let go of them without too much regret. he’d never been overly emotional about things that served as reminders to his past. kento could’ve passed his childhood home and, sure, he’d feel a twinge of nostalgia. but it was one that he’d get over once he was out of the neighborhood, on his way to something different, somewhere better.

perhaps, it was a lack of sentimentality, or perhaps his future orientation was just a mechanism to help him cope with the ever-changing thing he called life. 

too bad that approach never worked when it came to you. 

even after you broke up with him, kento saw you everywhere he went. four years together was too much time, and time wasn’t enough to wash away the smell of your perfume, the love letters you’d written that he’d shoved away. kento still had a few of your belongings you’d never come back for. pieces of jewelry you’d left behind, and he’d never been able to get rid of. 

your pretty red lipstick still stained the corner of his sofa, the tiny little smear where you’d accidentally dropped the tube.

you’d apologized, embarrassed, so flustered he thought you might cry. but he’d only laughed instead, pushed the cap back on, and kissed the lipstick right back off your face. 

it had been his fault anyways.

your golden bracelet still hung with his watches, interlaced with rubies and diamonds. an anniversary gift he’d gotten you, and one that you’d thrown at him angrily when you finally left him. 

there was a red ribbon in the center console of his car, one that he’d left there in case you ever forgot a hair tie. 

there were reminders of you everywhere, there was red everywhere. the color of the passion, and the color of the fiery love that had burned bright between you. 

he saw you everywhere…

even in his new girlfriend. 

the first time gojo met her, he told kento how much she looked like you. maybe a little bit taller, her hair a little bit different. her lips were wider, eyes a slightly different shade.

still, the similarities were striking. and she’d never know.

besides all of the red, kento had erased whatever traces of you he could find, kept them locked up in a pretty burgundy box that was tucked away in his closet. 

and maybe she was similar to you in appearance, but she was gentler, softer, and she had an affinity for shades of pink. a light rose color was her favorite.

she probably thought that it bothered him, the obvious sign of femininity taking over his apartment. but kento appreciated that the lacy ribbons she left lying around, the lingerie sets, were much lighter than the color you’d tended towards. 

“kento,” she interrupted his stream of thought, as he stared at the splotch of maroon on his sofa, remembering how you’d stained his cheeks the same color.

he hummed. it’d been nearly six months since he’d seen you last. it’d seemed like longer. 

he shouldn’t miss you this much.

he did, though.

“i’m thinking of getting my nails done.” his new girlfriend—the one that looked like you but wasn’t you—stretched her hands out, looking at the chipped pastel pink at the end of her nails. half of the paint was gone. 

“okay,” he said, shrugging. shades of pink, she lived in. it’d be a shade of pink again.

she looked at her fingers, scrutinizing them like she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “i’m not sure it’d suit me, but… what do you think of red?” 

kento’s eyes had drifted over, and for a moment, he contemplated a protest. it didn’t suit her. she was a gentle, sweet soul. her voice soft, words loving—she was pink.

then, he remembered the softness of your palm over his thigh, your fingers threaded in his hair. nails longer, filed perfectly, a beautiful red color painted onto them. 

he missed you.

he felt guilty for his answer.

“sure, honey,” kento said, smiling. “that’s pretty.” 

when she came home later, kento had pulled her into the bedroom, turned off the lights, the room dark already with the sun that had set. her hands were smaller than yours, fingers more slender, but the color of her nails was the same. 

he could imagine your hands between his legs, stroking him lovingly. and kento had to seal his lips tightly to keep your name from spilling from them when he imagined you instead of her.

“mmm,” his new girlfriend had muttered, snuggling into his side. kento stared at the ceiling, sick with longing. “i love you. night, kento.” 

he didn’t answer.

when she was asleep, kento climbed out of bed, padded to the kitchen with his phone in his hand. it was past midnight, but you tended to stay up later, a book on your lap, with some form of red on the cover. 

his finger hovered over your name; there used to be a red heart next to it, and he wanted to put it back.

he wondered if this would just be another one of those times where his calls went unanswered. or, maybe, this time, you’d pick up. 

kento didn’t care anyway.

he pressed the call button.

[justapigeonn]

the thing i don't understand when ppl try to defend gray wing's constant bootlicking of clear sky is they'll always bring up the argument 'well DUH they're BROTHERS gray wing would never want to believe that clear sky's a bad person!!' but that entire argument goes out the window when you make them remember that gray wing literally threw hands with clear sky upon discovering he'd exiled their younger brother jagged peak after breaking his leg.

gray wing travels to clear sky's camp to confront him PERSONALLY and when clear sky outright admits that he cast out jagged peak because he was 'weak' and 'no longer useful' to him or the group because of his disability, gray wing's first thought is to get PHYSICALLY VIOLENT with clear sky because he understands how fucked up and selfish his mindset is - and this is only book 1 mind you. he KNOWS that clear sky is willing to abandon those less physically capable than him out of his own selfish interest and physically fights him over it and is still understandably seething over it when he gets home and then we proceed to never reeeally see that side of him towards clear sky again (until one notable scene we'll get to later) even as clear sky gets progressively worse and more violent.

this bit has been discussed time and time again but for the sake of expanding my point - later on in the books when the moor cats come across bumble on the verge of death, gray wing himself and the others hear clear sky sheepishly admit from his own mouth that after finding her alone on his territory starving and desperate, he beat her to the point that she fell unconscious and he left her to her own devices

clear sky severely downplays the situation and claims to only have given her a 'cuff to the ear' but because we've already witnessed him murdering a mother cat over a simple territorial dispute first hand through the eyes of thunder, the likeliness of this being a lie is almost absolute. and what can gray wing do all while bumble is bleeding to death on the ground and turtle tail mourns her? he worries about how clear sky's reputation might be tarnished in the eyes of the moor cats :( as if that wasn't already the case after his wrongful exile of jagged peak and his unnecessarily aggressive and territorial behaviour. all of a sudden keeping clear sky's name squeaky clean is of the utmost importance to him despite him not really caring about about that at all in the previous book and merely standing up for what was right and giving his brother the piece of mind he deserved.

but ok, what happens when gray wing witnesses clear sky murder a cat with his very own eyes? - not just any cat mind you, but an old tribemate and beloved friend/ally of gray wing. surely he'd believe it and act accordingly right?? yeah!.....

....for roughly 5 minutes. even CLEAR SKY HIMSELF appears shocked

later on in the early chapters of the blazing star it's only reinforced

but yeah while that's all the text i can be bothered to sieve through right now, all in all gray wing had like 2 notable moments standing up to clear sky before resorting to being a spineless apologist for him. we KNOW he is capable of standing up to him and gray wing KNOWS what clear sky is capable of and what he's done but then he switches gears for little known reason. there's compassion and then there's sheer stupidity and gray wing repeatedly displays the latter.

i have no problem with gray wing still retaining some level of nostalgia and love towards clear because at the end of the day, yes, they are brothers they grew up together and were at one point exceptionally close, but that doesn't leave him any right to downplay the god awful things he did and protest when others are rightfully hateful towards clear sky.

anyways stan thunder idk why the fandom was always so adamant about casting him to the side and cultivating a rivalry between the two brothers when thunder was always a far superior foil to clear sky in every conceivable way

also p.s. please don't let me stop you from liking gray wing if you want to this is sheerly an over the top rebuttal to a common argument i see used to defend the author's poor writing choices

peace and love ✌️💞

[kseung]

Wednesday x Reader

Not Yet

Requested

Warnings: Blood, self-harm, suicide ideation, descriptive suicide scenes.

Proceed with caution.

Words: 2,530~

Before y'all read it; if you feel down or blue, please talk to someone or find a healthy coping mechanism. I volunteer to be someone's virtual reader, in case someone wants it or needs it.

Life is difficult. That's common knowledge. Still, you didn't imagine that yours would last so little. It all was so fast yet so slow.

Despite being an outcast, creature, non-human, and weird school, Nevermore wasn't quite big on gore. Which you thought you'd change. Not everyone has seen a suicide scene. Certainly less that of a friend of theirs.

"Guess I'll do it today," you thought. It gave you peace. It really did. You had no more reason to feel dread or tiredness since everything would end soon. But of course, you needed to make sure you'd actually do it. You can never plan too much.

Wednesday noticed that you were in a better mood, as did Enid, Ajax, and Xavier... everyone knew you were happy. Which was weird because you were usually gloomy and serious. But they didn't mind. They didn't know your thoughts. They believed you were happier that day. In reality, you were just grateful to have your end so near.

You didn't let Wednesday touch you at all. She thought it was odd since you were usually the one craving for physical contact. Despite that, she accepted it. She didn't like affection too much herself, so it did not offend her. You just didn't want her to have a vision.

Miss Thornhill dismissed the class. You, like many others, gathered your stuff, packed it, and left. You went to your room, taking out the box where you kept all your letters. Letters you made for everyone. It was a little detail you wanted them to have, just in case they wanted to remember you. They were completely free to trash it.

You took them all, placing them in a little bag you had. You changed clothes, too. If you were going to die, it wouldn't be in this sickly blue uniform. You got some black jeans and a white shirt.

You had an eye for harm, much like Wednesday herself. Though yours was mainly a really bad coping mechanism. You wanted your death to be impressionable. And blood shows better on a white shirt.

Much like Enid and Thing, even, you had style. You were going to be found looking good despite death. Fuck death and life.

You threw the bag over your shoulder, across your chest. It was chilly, and you wanted to feel it. Feel something. Anything. Even pain was better than nothing.

You took one last look at your ordered room before closing the door, for the last time.

•••••

You decided that the next thing you'd do was visit the library. You went there sometimes when things were bad. It gave you comfort for a final time, as well as nostalgia. You hoped the books wouldn't miss you too much.

It was empty this time, not even a couple having extreme displays of affection on the back. You turned around, bidding a mental goodbye. If you took too long you wouldn't get to the place in the forest by sunset.

You reached into your bag, taking out a bottle of painkillers. You took enough to make you drowsy, but not to kill you, yet. You just wanted your blood to thin, and anything else needed a prescription.

Sunsets were early, especially during winter. By 16:00, there'd be no more light. It was barely 3, and snow covered the way. You needed to be quick.

You arrived at Xavier's. You knew he'd be in fencing, probably, or painting. You took your chance and slid the letter under the door.

Enid, Yoko, and Ajax, they all received one. You even wrote one for Thing. Your hand was complaining, but you cared not.

You entered Wednesday's room, seeing no one. You expected that. They were busy women. You left Enid's at her bed. Wednesday's and Thing's were on her bed.

You gave their room one final look, taking some time to let your mind be filled with good, past memories. You couldn't help but fill your senses with her side of the room. You hoped Wednesday wouldn't miss you too much. She wouldn't, probably.

You walked to the balcony, stepping through the glass window. One final look at the quad, and you'd be off to the forest. It made you smile now, instead of a scowl. Life always goes on. It was especially demonstrated by the quarrel excited teenagers make when with friends. You wouldn't be too missed.

You returned inside. You had wasted too much time already. It was still empty, so you took your chance. Having someone find you right now won't be nice.

You ran until you reached the forest. Then, with the last minutes of sunlight, you directed yourself to the clearing a little far off. It was peaceful, really peaceful.

Now, you had to choose what to do. Quickly. Blood was always the prettiest way.

You started by cutting yourself on the forearm, vertically. It hurt, but not as much as you had expected. It felt good. You knew it'd last a while.

Your shirt was already blooded a little, just like the snow beneath you. All crimson. Your other arm made it redder. It was pretty. Hm. You wouldn't know what Wednesday would think of this. Would she see it as a feeble attempt to scream for attention? Would she like to see the ostentatious scene of a suicide in the woods? Would she care?

You wouldn't know.

You took the rest of the pills. If one thing doesn't kill you, the other one certainly would. It made you smile to be so peaceful. You sat on the ground, despite the cold, taking in the picturesque scene of the sun kissing the moon goodbye. Much like you and Wednesday, it was time for the night to come.

You closed your eyes when you felt dizzy, deciding that lying on the snow wouldn't hurt you. Or save you. You wanted the peace you were finally taking for yourself.

•••••

Wednesday felt uneasy. It was strange. She wanted to brush it off, except she didn't. She's not the feeler type, so whenever she felt something so strong she knew she had to act on it. She learned that from you.

She walked quickly through the quad and the halls, searching for you. She did not see you. Intending to find you, she walked even faster. But you weren't there, at yours. Must be at hers.

She opened the door before her, not bothering to fully close it. Expecting to find you on her bed, she looked to her right. However, you weren't there. Despite your absence, she noticed the presence of two differently colored letters on her desk.

"For Wednesday", one said. The other one was addressed to Thing. Said appendage climbed up Wednesday's arm, resting on her shoulder as they looked at the letters.

—Let's not wait.

She took hers, and let Thing be.

"Howdy, Wednesday,

How are you? I hope you're doing well. I trust that you will be able to find who the Hyde is. Yeah, I sneaked around a bit. But don't worry. I won't burden you.

Don't try to find me. But who am I to tell you what to do, anyway? You always do what you want. That's also one of the reasons why I liked you so much. It's odd, right? Hopefully, you'll get used to past tenses.

I love you, a lot. I hope you know that I'll never truly be gone unless you want me to. I have no problems with that either. Burn this letter, if so you will. No flames will stop me from loving you, but yours.

For being so hateful of affection, you're the clingy type, Wednesday. But in a terribly endearing way. Feel free to take all the coats and jackets you want. I know you have interesting likes, so, if you want, keep my bones too, or whatever. I'm tryna be nice.

Don't miss me too much. (Yes, I'm flattering myself that much.)

Eres mi luna.

–Tu sol"

She had only felt this much sadness once before, and she didn't like it. Not again. It made her panic inside. She knew you weren't always at your best, but she didn't imagine she'd have to bid goodbye so soon. She was not willing to take it.

She tried to think like you. Where would you go? What place would you select for your demise? She was desperate, and she hated that feeling.

She turned around, intending to head out of her room. "Has to be the forest", she thought. She slammed the door behind her. Damn. This was, probably, the only time when she wanted to have a vision. She didn't expect this to be the reason for her first-ever wish of a premonition.

Maybe Enid's nose could be of help. She ran to the quad, where she knew Enid would be. Wednesday took Enid by the hand, uncaring of whatever the werewolf was doing. She was about to complain, but the expression on the shorter girl's face was too indecipherable. She looked worried, angry, sad, and murderous at the same time. Quite the emotional mix for her.

—Find them, now! Please.

Enid wanted to tease, but she knew better than to do that. It was good that you spent that much time in their room. Now, Enid could just tell where you were, since she remembers your smell.

—Follow me.

And they were quick. Enid was surprised that you had gone out that far. But she understood why quickly. The smell was quite strong, but it was nothing compared to the red mess she saw before her. Wednesday was already expecting it, as bad as it sounded.

She kneeled by your side, checking your heart rate. With how cold you were, she was surprised you were still the littlest bit alive. She sighed in relief as her eyes watered.

—We can't wait any longer—, her voice was shaky. She gulped, forcing herself to be composed. —I can't carry her. Can you? Please.

Enid did not have to be told twice. Wednesday took off her coat, draping you in it before Enid took you in her arms. She didn't like to hear Wednesday pleading. It wasn't her.

They reached the school more rapidly than they reached you. She hoped she wasn't too late. The nurse was surprised when they arrived with you so suddenly. Still, work needed to be done.

Wednesday sat aside, watching everything happen in front of her. She wanted to scream off her voice until she'd be as silent as you. She took a moment to calm herself, deciding that the best thing she could do was patch your arm while the nurse did the other arm. Silently, they worked faster.

Of course, Wednesday had called for an ambulance to get you to the hospital. Now you just needed to wait. Time had never been such an unpleasurable torture before.

•••••

Everyone was shocked. It was not what they were expecting. But knowing you, they were sure you did not want pity. They were patiently waiting for your return.

Except Wednesday, regarding the "patiently" part. She was counting every second, exactly. All of her free time was spent with you. Sometimes, when she was left alone with you, she'd talk to you. It was better than any therapy Jericho could offer.

She was glad you weren't lucky enough to get away with your plans. The dosage was too little, and, despite deep, the cuts weren't enough to end you. Maybe the cold would've been the one to take you out. She looked at you once more, feeling glad that she was able to find you before it was too late.

Enid watched through the glass window, sighing. Ajax nodded and they stood there, in the hall just outside of your room. They hugged for a while before entering the room.

As expected, Wednesday was there.

—Hey. We brought some food, and a quad—, Enid said. Ajax nodded and held up the drink and bag. Wednesday pointed to the little table on the back side of the room.

—Thanks.

They just smiled in return.

—Just know that we're here whenever you want to not talk.

Wednesday looked at you, but eventually agreed. She knew she could, possibly, count on them. She closed her notebook, leaving it on top of the chair she was using before eating the food they'd given her.

She had been so preoccupied that her appetite had eluded her. It was taking a toll on her now. She had to take better care of herself if she wanted to take care of you later.

After a while of mainly them talking, and Wednesday listening, Enid and Ajax returned to Nevermore. She was alone with you, again. She liked her moments with you. She smiled and took the chair right next to you.

She decided that perchance it would be okay if she slept there, taking your hand in hers. So she did. She took your hand in hers and crossed her arms for (mostly un)comfortable sleep to overcome her.

•••••

Hours later, Wednesday woke up to some strange sensations. It was none other than you, caressing her hand. She almost cried.

She looked at you, watery eyes and quivering lip included. You had so little energy your only expression was that of guilt. She wanted to scream at you for being so stupid, but she contained herself. This was neither the place nor the moment.

—I'm sorry, Wednesday—, was the first thing you said. It made her furrow her brows.

—As you should be—. Her words were rough, but you knew that was just how she was. She was a prickly rose, however painful, yet still, a rose. —I'm just glad you're alive.

—Death does not suit me alone—. You wanted to cry. You let your tears fall, yet maintained eye contact. Tears meant so little now. —Thank you for being here, Wednesday. I know it was difficult for you. I'm sorry for burdening you once more. I-

—Shut up—, she said in a weak voice. It was almost a whisper. Her hand gripped yours tighter, but still gently enough. —Never do this again, or I'll...—, she paused. Torturing you would be your pleasure, so that was not an option. —I'll make you record those goddamn TikToks Enid never shuts up about—. It was a threat that came out of love, so you nodded, smiling.

—I see Enid is still the same Enid. Just like you're still my moon.

You shook off her hand, only to caress her cheek softly. She did not push you away. It made you wonder just how much you had hurt her.

—My sun.

The looks she gave you were equal to all the kisses you could ask. It was one step further in the healing of your soul. You smiled again.

—Can I hug you?—, you asked. —I want you to hug me, but if not, then maybe just let me do it?

She responded by wrapping her arms around your waist. It nearly made you cry again. The moon could, sometimes, be as warm as the sun, just like the sun could be as obscure as the moon.

🫂 hug if you need it

[dragon-chica]

Diner Talks - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Idea and inspiration from my ever beloved @adarkroomandawallflower 🖤(Of course Theo's is longest...)

Following the ever-present supernatural happenings in your lives, it became a small tradition between you to, when all is said and done with the latest crisis of Beacon Hills, go down to the diner at the edge of town and unwind. A sigh of relief and good enough food that never changes, and just talk.

They're open 24/7, and you've learned you can say anything without the cook or single waitress giving a damn, from school problems to supernaturals, neither had bat an eye or paid you any mind. They have their own nights to get through, something you've really grown to appreciate and respect, they've never ratted on anything that might have past their ears.

Scott McCall: It was late when everyone called it case-closed and dispersed back to their homes after the last big bad was run out of Beacon Hills, Scott was giving you a ride home on his motorcycle when it started to pour.

Instead of going to the other side of town in blinding rain that may not have been natural, he ducked towards the only lit up building, a neon sign with an awning he could tuck his bike under, and you shared milkshakes and fries, chatting happily in the warm light and ignoring the strange figure standing across the lot.

Stiles Stilinski: The town was once again saved, everyone you loved was more or less in once piece and you were almost asleep in the passenger seat until Stiles' steady tapping a rhythm on his steering wheel changed into a sharp turn into the entrance to a diner woke you wondering if something was wrong.

He let out a whoop and fist pumped pulling into the empty row in front and you took in the place, flickering neon sign you've never paid attention to before as he was already at your door opening it for you.

He remembers when he was little and his dad would take him to eat here after a long case was finally finished, they would both get a greasy burger and greasier fries and Noah would humor some of his questions about work while urging him to eat instead.

They hadn't done this in years, not really. But now you sit across from him in the booth with greasy food served by the same cigarette smokey waitress and talk about your own cases and a little nostalgia always gets him.

Allison Argent: You first took her to eat at the diner not long after she had moved to Beacon Hills, she was unsure if the place was even there as you drove to the very edge of town. And it was completely deserted without being that late, but she followed you in, she's the new one here afterall.

When she learned about werewolves and hunters and everything else she had to tell you as soon as possible and told you to meet her at the diner immediately. She had your order waiting when you got there and was barely holding it in while you slid in across from her before spilling everything she knew and just found out before realizing, you already know about this.

Now anytime there's something new or big to discuss you end up back at the diner, talking a little too loud for such a topic pouring over new knowledge and old texts together.

Theo Raeken: It had been a long day. Both you and Theo (and hell, half the pack) were roughed up and exhausted, nearly dying before the latest big shot was run out of town, and you were starving.

And you voiced as much to Theo, who was about to say there's not much he can do about that at two in the morning, before spotting the only damn place lit up at this hour. He pulled in and huffed a laugh that yeah, it was really open.

He puts his jacket over your shoulders before you slide into the booth and takes the spot across from you, watching your gaze hungrily scan the menu and just adding "same here" once you order.

It's a sigh of relief while you lean back and wait for your food, giving him a crooked little smile while your foot bumps his leg. There's an ache from his wounds still and a scuff of dirt on your face and he wants to get you back in his truck and drive. Away from Beacon Hills and all its' trials, from the memories of hell and the pack he swears he doesn't care for.

It's tradition now, to come to eat at the diner on the edge of town, no matter how late, always lit and empty, as if waiting for you both. You take the same booth and Theo always takes whatever you order too, and he says how you can leave together. Leave everything in this town behind and it'd be okay, but you notice how less serious he sounds about it now. As he comes to accept his fate of caring about the pack and becoming attached to this town, a passing comment of the night before lacing his fingers with yours and heading home instead of a wistful glance to his truck and pleading tone.

Lydia Martin: The only one who starts this out as a normal date. Despite her expensive tastes and higher class lifestyle, she took you out to the 'cute little diner' for a tame date one night when you seemed like you needed a little time to just get away.

Though she usually would've just booked you both a spa day, she knows you well enough that you'd enjoy this little place. Rolling her eyes when you look so surprised that this is where she took you.

Unsuspectedly enjoyed the meal and just getting to talk with you here that it became your go-to whenever things became a bit much, especially after the supernatural aspect took over your lives.

Isaac Lahey: You would take him here when you were able to sneak him out after his dad had been in especially fine form. A quiet place where no one would ask or bat an eye, despite how worried he was at first.

Just a place far away from everything and a hot meal and too-large milkshake to share, always getting one with two straws because you knew he loved that in cheesy movies.

And after he became a werewolf and everyone was so busy you realized how long it'd been since you went to the diner, especially since there was nothing to stop you anymore. Now you go after every pack problem, and despite the higher stakes he's much more lighthearted on these late nights.

[octoberclidan]

Not Every Monster is a Monster

Request: they met in college Sam chooses Jessica but when she dies he goes off leaving reader and starts hunting with Dean little does he know reader started up hunting and they meet back up on a hunt. And they get together?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Story:

It had to be a shifter. The guy had apparently been seen by his wife's friend getting coffee with another woman, when he swore he was at work on the other side of town. His wife had brushed it off, assuming her friend had just seen someone who looked like her husband. Then he was caught having dinner with another woman by his wife's sister when he swore he was at a bar on the other side of town with some old school friends. His wife's sister was adamant that she saw him, causing a lot of tension and stress on their relationship and leading to his wife asking for a separation. Then, to top it all off, he was caught on camera stealing from a convenience store when he said he was at home asleep. This lead to his arrest and to his wife officially asking for a divorce, and his job letting him go due to the bad publicity. The guy was desperate. He had been let go due it being a first offense and the fact that he was good friends with the sherrif, but he'd been posting online non-stop claiming his innocence since everyone in the small town was gossiping about him.

This was just the kind of case that [Y/N] was into. A bit of mystery, a helpless victim who wasn't dead, and a monster who was causing trouble but hadn't physically hurt anyone yet. This was the kind of hunt where she could go in and kill the monster before anyone was hurt. She had stopped in a small diner on her way to the location of the case, and was enjoying a nice lunch while lazily flicking through the photos on her phone. She'd scolled all the way back to her college years and was smiling at the memories. She looked at photos from parties that had gone on until morning, photos from movie nights that lasted the entire night, picnics in the park on sunny afternoons. She hadn't seen any of her college friends in a long time. She hadn't really seen any friends in years, she just hunted monsters. Ever since she went home to visit her family during a semester break to find that they'd all been eaten by monsters, she just hunted.

As she scrolled through her old photos, her fingers flicking aimlessly across the screen, she suddenly stopped when she came across a picture from her 21st birthday. In the photo, she sat behind a giant chocolate cake, surrounded by a group of smiling friends. However, it wasn't the cake or the cheap decorations that caught her eye, but the tall figure grinning at the edge of the frame; Sam Winchester. He towered over everyone else in the picture, his smile completely genuine and care free.

[Y/N] felt a sudden pang of nostalgia wash over her as she looked at the picture more carefully. They had shared a brief fling during their first year of college, but it had never developed into anything more since [Y/N] wanted to focus on college, not boys. Sam had caught the eye of Jessica around the same time, and the two of them had started dating after Sam and [Y/N]'s discussion about relationships. [Y/N] and Sam had remained friends, often hanging out together as part of the same group of friends. That is, until Jessica's tragic death in a fire, and Sam's subsequent disappearance.

As she thought back to those dark days, [Y/N] remembered how she had tried to reach out to Sam, sending him texts and voice messages to check up on him, but had never received a response. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. She wondered what had happened to him, and where he was now. Jessica had told her that he'd gone off with his brother, something about their dad going missing during a hunting trip. Had he found his dad? Was he still on the road? Had something happened to him too? Why hadn't he shown up to Jessica's funeral? Why had no one ever heard from him again? The questions swirled around in her mind, unanswered and unresolved. She even remembered a rumour that Sam had something to do with Jessica's death, but she never believed that. Sam was a good guy, a good friend, and it was clear to anyone around them that he loved Jessica and would never hurt her.

Snapping out of her thoughts when she realised she'd finished her food, she put her phone back into her pocket, paid, and made her way out to her car ready to start the next leg of her journey. It was only another couple of hours to the town she was heading to, she'd planned to get there mid-afternoon and go to the victim's house to ask him some questions. It was a nice day for driving; clear and no chance of rain but the sun wasn't glaring, the roads weren't busy, and she was able to just enjoy her music. She had a good feeling about this hunt.

***

When she turned a corner and spotted the victim's house, she noted a red jeep parked in the driveway, and there was an older black Impala sitting just beside the kerb. She pulled in behind the impala and got out, collecting her notepad and silver pen, checking herself out in her wing mirror to make sure she looked presentable and could pass as a reporter. She admired the black car as she walked passed it, clearly whoever owned it cared about it considering how clean it was. She made her way to the front door and knocked. Several moments later it opened to a man; she recognised him as the victim from the reports she'd read.

"Hi! Mr. Murphy, is it?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm a reporter and I read about your story. I thought it sounded very interesting and hadn't been covered enough, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about what you've been dealing with? Being impersonated?"

"Oh, well that timing is a real coincidence, no one has wanted to talk to me about it for weeks and now I'm actually in the middle of talking to two reporters and a third shows up at the same time?" He chuckled but opened his door farther, gesturing for her to come inside. "Come on in". He smiled at her. Feeling a bit of apprehension now that two real reporters were here and would probably spot that she didn't quite act like a professional reporter, she took a deep breath and smiled back at him before stepping inside. He lead the way through to the kitchen, where she saw two men sitting down at the table. There was one with short hair who smiled at her when she walked in; he was very handsome. The other however, stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and his did the same when he saw her. Noticing the look they were sharing, the shorter haired man cleared his throat.

"I'm Dean". He said, standing up and reaching out to shake her hand. Keeping her hand in his, he turned back to his partner. "This is-"

"Sam". [Y/N] breathed out, and Dean looked back to her.

"You know each other?" He asked before looking back to Sam.

"Uh, yeah, college". Sam said, now also standing up and walking over to [Y/N]. "It's nice to see you again". He said. He stood a bit awkwardly behind Dean, not knowing if he should shake her hand too, and knowing that a hug might seem a bit weird after all the time that had gone by since they'd last seen each other. Especially weird since he'd disappeared after his girlfriend had died and hadn't answered any of [Y/N]'s texts.

"Well, why don't we all take a seat and get back to it?" Mr Murphy clapped his hands behind them and pulled out a chair for [Y/N], which she took, still keeping her eyes on Sam. "I was just telling these boys about how I couldn't have robbed that convenience store since I was at home!" Mr. Murphy dove into a story about everything he'd done that day, from his morning walk to taking a shower to going to a different convenience store that afternoon, to going home and watching TV until he fell asleep. [Y/N] scribbled down a few notes here and there, but she was looking at Sam and Dean the whole time. Dean definitely matched Jessica's description of Sam's brother, and looking at the two of them they looked related. Why would Sam be working as a reporter with his brother? What happened to his career in law? Where had he been all this time? After a few more stories about being seen somewhere he wasn't, and a few questions from [Y/N], she thanked Mr. Murphy for his time and picked up her notebook. Both and Sam and Dean stood up at the same time and all of them walked out together, Mr. Murphy letting them know that if they had any other questions they could call him, and to send him any articles they write about him.

Once he'd closed the door, [Y/N] began walking back to her car, but Sam called after her. "Hey! Wait a minute, can I talk to you?" She turned around a folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Now you want to talk to me?"

"Look, I'm sorry I just took off, and I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts. I was going through a bit of a family emergency". He walked closer to her, and she was reminded just how tall he was as he looked down at her with a puppy dog expression.

"Your girlfriend died Sam, and then no one ever heard from you again. We all lost two friends, and you've what, been working as a reporter with your brother all this time?"

"I'm sorry [Y/N], really, I am". He scratched the back of his neck and briefly looked back to see Dean was waiting by the car before looking back down at her. "Why are you working as a reporter? And on this case? You know the guy's either lying or crazy right, he can't be in two places at once". He forced a laugh.

"I think everyone deserves to be listened to".

"I uh, guess so. So you got everything you need?" He asked, looking over to Dean again who was now waiting inside the Impala.

"I think I'm gonna stick around for a bit, do a bit of investigating and see what's going on actually".

"Look, I think this guy's dangerous, he's obviously some sort of criminal. Why don't you just write your article and move on? Dean and I have this one".

"What, you want the inside scoop to yourself? No thanks, I'm gonna keep digging. You're right though, guy could be dangerous so maybe you two should move along". She smiled at him and he raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "Hey, I noticed when shaking his hand, your brother Dean, is his ring made of silver?" She asked, and Sam tilted his head in confusion.

"Uh, yeah it is, why?"

"Did he shake Mr. Murphy's hand?"

"Why?"

"Just curious about something, did he?" Sam didn't answer straight away and glanced back once more to Dean before taking a step closer to [Y/N].

"Tell me why you're so interested in whether or not the guy touched silver". He took another step so there was barely any space between them, and she had to bend back slightly to look at him.

"Just working on a theory". She stared back into his eyes, not backing down or breaking eye contact. Sam scoffed again.

"You're hunting".

"What?"

"Oh come on [Y/N], don't play dumb. You're in this middle of nowhere town, interviewing a guy who's claiming there is another version of him out there causing trouble, and you want to know if he had a reaction to touching silver. You think he's a shifter, you're here to hunt". He crossed his arms and gave her a knowing look and she finally broke eye contact and looked away towards Dean. Now it was her turn to scoff.

"You're hunters, you and Dean". She looked back up at him. "Jessica said you left with your brother to find your dad on a 'hunting' trip. He wasn't hunting deer, was he?"

"How did you, of all people, get caught up in this?" He asked her, avoiding her questions again.

"Not long after Jessica died and you left, I went home to visit my family. I found them dead in the house, turned out to be ghouls trying out some fresh meat for a change". Sam's expression softened to one of sympathy and he sighed. "Had to kill them even though they looked like my dead family".

"I'm sorry to hear that [Y/N], really I am". He reached out tentatively and placed a hand on her shoulder. His soft expression made him look younger, more like the Sam she used to know. "Do you want to uh, work this thing with me? Me and Dean, I mean. Whoever you're working with is welcome to join to".

"Thanks, but working alone is more my thing".

"You're here on your own? That's dangerous [Y/N]!" He took his hand back and widened his eyes at her.

"This shifter hasn't actually hurt anyone. I don't hunt really dangerous things on my own. But something like this where the monster is just a dick? I can do that on my own".

"You're just assuming it's a shifter. We haven't verified anything other than the fact that the man in that house isn't anything that reacts to silver. Work with us on this one, we can catch up?"

She looked back at Dean and smiled before glancing up at Sam again. "You do have a hot brother, I guess I wouldn't mind spending some time with both of you". She turned around to face her car, missing the flash of jealously on Sam's face. She turned around when she got to her door. "I'll follow you guys, you can lead the way to wherever we're going".

"Motel" Sam muttered and then cleared his throat, trying to shake that jealousy away. "Uh, we're going to head to our motel. We got some security footage of the robbery and we're going to review it".

"Cool, see you there". She smiled at him and got into her car, leaving him standing there trying to comprehend the fact that his old friend from college was now a hunter.

***

[Y/N] drove behind them to the motel, and stopped by the reception area to book a room for herself since she'd need a place to sleep later, and she may as well stay in the same place as the brothers. After checking out her room, she knocked on the brother's door and Dean answered. "Hey". He smirked down at her before stepping back and letting her in. Sam was sitting at a small table looking at his laptop, and he looked up just in time to catch Dean staring at her from behind and she walked through the door and over to Sam. Feeling that pang of jealousy again, he cleared his throat and smiled at her.

She sat down beside him and he angled his laptop towards her. Dean stood behind her with one hand on the back of her chair as he leaned over her to see the screen too, an action which Sam found himself not liking. He clicked play and they watched the footage. A man who appeared to be Mr. Murphy walked in and and could clearly be seen placing items from the shelves inside his coat pockets. He then walked up to the cash register while the store keeper was distracted talking to another customer, reached over and grabbed some cash from the till, and left the store. "Pause it, just before he turns away from the register". Dean said, and Sam rewound the video. "There". Dean pointed at the screen, it had paused just as Mr. Murphy glanced at the camera. "Retinal flare, that's a shifter alright".

Sam shifted back in his chair to face [Y/N] and Dean, instantly reminded of how close Dean was to her. "Right, so how do we find this thing?"

"Sewers, right? They like making lairs in there. This guy hasn't caused any trouble in a few days that we know of, maybe he's taking some time out?" [Y/N] said.

"So you're familiar with shifters then?" Dean asked and she looked up at him, Sam now very uncomfortable with the lack of space between their faces.

"I've hunted a few, yeah". She smiled at him and Sam cleared his throat yet again, standing up and forcing Dean to stand back up too to give him space. "I'll just go get changed into something I don't mind getting dirt on, I'll meet you both outside in like fifteen minutes?" She asked and they both agreed.

***

They had decided just to take the Impala, Sam had found the closest entrance to the sewer network and the plan was for the three of them to stick together, carry silver knives and bullets, not die, and kill the shifter; fairly straightforward. Dean was driving with Sam beside him, and [Y/N] in the back. The short drive was a little bit awkward at first, with none of them really knowing what to talk about, until Sam broke the silence talking about a previous experience with a shifter. He then asked [Y/N] about her experiences, using it as an excuse to turn around in his seat and look at her properly. They spent the rest of the drive telling each other about their previous encounters with shifters and similar creatures, and [Y/N] learned that the brothers had hunted pretty much everything.

They parked just outside the entrance to the sewer network, and made their way inside. Dean started to complain about the smell when Sam shushed him, and [Y/N] had to hold back a giggle at their brotherly behaviour. They walked in silence, weapons at the ready, taking turns to look around each corner. It was only ten minutes in when Dean slipped and fell on his back, [Y/N] and Sam immediately rushing to his side. [Y/N] leaned down to help Dean up but Sam grabbed her arm and stopped her. "You don't wanna touch that, trust me". He said quietly to her. When she looked back at Dean, she noticed that he was covered in some sort of slime.

"Ugh, gross". Dean whined as he wiped what looked like a piece of flesh off his arm, then some hair off his shoulder. He stood up and stepped out of the slime, making sure to stay away from the other two.

"Shifter's shed its skin apparently, guess we could be looking for anyone now". Sam said as he let go of [Y/N]'s arm. "Come on, let's keep going". The three of them continued along the path they were walking, ensuring that Dean was keeping a good distance behind them as both [Y/N] and Sam complained about the smell, and the two of them shared a laugh at Dean's expense. They were turning a corner when Sam's arm shot up to block [Y/N], and she saw a woman sitting on the ground.

"See anything?" Dean asked as he caught up to them, his voice causing the woman to snap her head towards them and scramble to get up. Sam pointed his gun at her and slowly walked towards her, [Y/N] and Dean both following behind.

"Stay back!" She shouted, walking backwards until she hit the wall behind her.

"You're the shifter?" Sam asked, taking another step towards her. To [Y/N]'s surprise, the woman nodded in confirmation. [Y/N] raised her gun to point it at the shifter too but Sam shook his head at her. Looking at him in confusion, Sam took another step towards the woman. "You killed anyone?"

"No! I've never hurt anyone, I swear!"

"What about Mr. Murphy? You've got his wife to leave him and got him arrested". [Y/N] asked as she raised her gun at the shifter again but Sam shook his head again.

"Let her explain". He said.

"What?"

"I said let her explain". He looked back at the shifter. "Go on".

"He took everything from me. I needed to get back at him, it was personal. I swear, I don't hurt people. I keep to myself".

"What did he take from you?"

"My son".

"What?" [Y/N] now lowered her gun, as did Sam.

"Our son. We had a son together, he didn't know what I was. I kept one form for my entire adult life, this one". She said as she gestured at herself. "We fell in love, we had a child. We were so happy when James was born, he was so happy. A few days later James shifted for the first time, and he freaked out. I tried to explain it to him, to show him that we weren't monsters, but he didn't listen. He killed my baby". A tear escaped from her eye and she quickly wiped it away to continue with her explanation. "I left, scared for my own life, and I grieved on my own. I recently found out that he remarried, that he was happy, and I just needed him to hurt. I broke up his marriage, I got him arrested, I got him fired. I'm finished now, I'm leaving tomorrow, I promise".

Sam looked back at Dean who nodded at him. "Okay, okay. If we ever see you causing trouble again, we will hunt you down, no second chances. You understand?" He said and the shifter immediately nodded at him.

"We're just gonna let her go?" [Y/N] looked between the two brothers in confusion. Any hunter she'd ever worked with before had killed anything that wasn't human, not asking questions later; never asking any questions.

"Yes, just this once. No harm has been done to anyone who didn't deserve it. Come on, let's go, I need a shower". Dean said, making a point of glaring at the shifter as he put his gun back in his waistband, and she cringed and apologised. They left the shifter there and made their way back to the car.

"You guys do that often? Find the monster and then not kill it?" [Y/N] asked as she got into the back seat.

"Not every monster is a monster. We used to shoot first, ask questions later, but we've learned a lot over the years. One of our good friends is even a werewolf". Dean said to her, looking at her in the rearview mirror as he pulled out into the road and chuckling at her surprised expression. The journey back to the motel was spent by [Y/N] asking them about the various monsters that they'd let go, helped, or even worked with. She found herself admiring them, especially Sam as he showed his compassionate nature as he spoke of his experiences.

They all piled into the boys' room when they arrived back at the motel, Dean immediately making his way to the shower and grumbling about having to clean the car after. "That hunt was... different". [Y/N] said as she sat down at the table they'd watched the security tape on earlier.

"Best case scenario, right? No death, on any side". Sam smiled at her and sat down opposite her.

"What happend, Sam?" [Y/N] asked.

"What do you mean?"

"To Jessica? To you? Where'd you go? Was her death an accident or did something get her?" Sam sighed and looked away for a moment.

"To be honest, it's a long story".

"Can you tell me? I lost two good friends, and I'm thrilled to see that you're okay, but I have so many questions".

"I know, and I'm sorry. I genuinely am, I should've answered your texts to say I was okay. I'll tell you everything, I promise, but can we do it tomorrow? Today has been a good day, and I'd like for it to stay that way". He gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. I'll uh, see you guys tomorrow?" [Y/N] asked as she stood up. She realised that they hadn't seen each other in years, maybe he didn't want to go into personal details with her at all, maybe she'd overstayed her welcome. They were essentially strangers after all this time anyway, she didn't want to step over any boundaries.

"Oh, sure, yeah". Sam stood up and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and they walked to the door. "Hope your room is nice". He said as she stepped outside.

"Yeah... I think they're all pretty much the same". She laughed awkwardly. "See you". She said began walking away. She hadn't noticed that Dean had come out of the shower in time to notice their awkward exchange, and was rolling his eyes at them. Sam closed the door and [Y/N] let herself into her room, which was only next door to the brothers. She had a shower and changed into a pair of light shorts and a t-shirt. She was about to order some food when there was a knock on her door. Looking through the peep hole, she was surprised to see Sam standing there. "Hey?" She asked as she opened the door.

"Hey". He smiled down at her. "Uh, so I had a bit of a talk with Dean, and in his words you and I have been 'staring longingly at each other all day like a damn chick-flick'". He chuckled, and [Y/N] felt her cheeks heat up. "I do want this day to continue being a good one, and I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to get some food with me?"

"Uh, yeah I was actually about to order some". She said, avoiding his gaze as she was sure he would see the blush on her cheeks. "Come in". She stumbled slightly as she stepped back to let Sam in, and he reached forward to grab her arms to stop her from falling back. She felt stupid, like a teenager with a crush. She was a hunter, she didn't get shy or awkward around men, why was she suddenly so clumsy? She cursed herself for acting so childish when she was pulled from her thoughts by the sudden feeling of soft lips against hers. Her eyes widened as she realised Sam was kissing her. When she didn't kiss back, he pulled away and looked down at her.

"Shit, sorry I-I'm sorry". He took a step back but [Y/N] shook her head and lifted her arms to loop around his neck, pulling him back down to her and kissing him. Both of their eyes fluttered closed and Sam kissed her back, more hungry than his first kiss. He pressed his hands to her hips and walked her backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. He walked her over to the bed, not breaking the kiss, and turned them around so he could sit on the bed and pull her onto his lap. She straddled him as he moved his hands up under he shirt, holding her close to his body. He licked her lip and she let him in straight away. His hands moved further up her body and she lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt off, finally breaking the kiss as he pulled it off over her head. He threw it onto the floor before ducking down and kissing her neck. She moaned softly as she pushed her hands into his hair, tugging slightly and making him moan back. "Take my shirt off too". He mumbled into her neck, giving her goosebumps as his hands ran up and down her sides. She nodded and lifted his shirt off over his head, throwing it behind her to land on top of hers. She couldn't help but stare at his muscles, and her fingers traced over his tattoo.

"What is it?" She whispered.

"Anti-possession tattoo, keeps demons out". He said and moved his kisses down to her collar bone. "You should get one too". He pulled back and leaned back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He pushed her hair back behind her ears and she smiled down at him. "We should work together more often". He said, and she nodded before he rolled them over so she was on his back and he was hovering over her. "This is gonna be a very good ending to a good day".

The end

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August Character Qs 🦋💫💜

A while back I went through an OC question list and answered a buuuunch for August in my spare time. I don’t think I ever shared it outside of friend groups so! IF YOU WANT MORE AUGUST INFO.....I GIVE TO U MANY, MANY WORDS REGARDING MY CHILD. (Question from here: Link and Other Link) _________________________________________________ 1) What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

-Not Long. August is a Doer and she gets bored fast if there’s nothing to occupy her. Patience is not her forte.

2) How easy is it for your character to laugh?

-Normally quite easy! August is a happy kid in general and easily moved to giggles. She’s one of those people who starts laughing over something a half a second before others sometimes because she anticipates punchlines, so when they’re said she’s already primed to laugh. August loves wordplay especially. Where her dad might roll his eyes at Uncle Leo’s jokes, August absolutely DELIGHTS in them.

3) How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

-August likely has a very specific routine she doesn’t like messing with and might struggle to fall asleep without. It likely involves some form of brushing her teeth, washing her face, hugs goodnight, an eskimo kiss to Uncle Teddy (her plush bear), and maybe some kind of low stakes puzzle game like sudoku if she’s not quite tired enough for sleep. August generally keeps schedules and has pretty healthy sleep hygiene because of it.

4) How easy is it to earn their trust?

-I think August generally trusts until proven otherwise. Obviously she holds “villains” on a different level and takes everything they say/do with a grain of salt. The problem of August trusting people normally lays more in allowing herself to be vulnerable enough to trust IN others. Short answer: she’s inclined to trust but generally keeps herself removed unless it’s a family member.

5) How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

-Very easily. She’ll give second chances but She Will Not Forget.

6) Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

-August is a Rules person (unless she’s feeling cheeky/curious. In which case it’s more “we have to follow the rules!! But not me as long as i don’t get caught. If I get caught though I resign myself to my punishment willingly) but not really a Laws person (it’s hard to be when you grew up outside the norm). She probably has higher regard for Hidden City laws than NYC laws.

7) What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?  

-Little echoes of someone - their habits and smells and quirks and interests, stuff like that. It’s an achey feeling she doesn’t like but doesn’t hate because it brings loved ones or moments back for a bit.

8) What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

-Getting into general mischief/places where she shouldn’t be. August is nosey and curious and that led to a lot of exploring the lab and trying to figure out how things work even after being shooed off. If you tell her No then you need to explain exactly why or she’s going to figure it out herself because you just gave her an Unsolved Puzzle. And puzzles are meant to be solved!

9) Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

-No swearing! This is where Rules August comes in. She’s adopted a lot of her Papa’s fun swear alternatives though.

10) What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?  

-August is a BAD LIAR. So any attempts are usually lies of omission or ones that are very easy to immediately sniff out. She often fesses up to attempts at lies with very little pressure.

11) How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

-August always asks. She hates Not Knowing and if she doesn’t get a response that’s satisfying she’ll ask again. If someone can’t help then she starts researching the answers herself.

12) How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

-If no one else is around she’ll probably use a wall corner tbh. As a kid, she might’ve gone to her family for help.

13) What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

-Regardless of how it looks, August’s favorite colors are teal and purple so she gravitates to them whenever they’re available. Luckily, they match her own colors and each other quite nicely.

14) What animal do they fear most?

-I don’t think August really fears any particular animals? I shall think about this one and get back to it another time. :0a

15) How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

-If business casual was a way of speaking, that’s basically August. She leans toward more formal-ish speak / grammatical accuracy / frequent use of SAT words / not much slang type speech (though she Does occassionally incorporate colloquial phrases. You’re just unlikely to hear her mashing words together). Rehearsal depends who she’s talking to. Usually she speaks impulsively but if she’s anxious she’s more careful with her word choices. If she’s about to ask a big scary question, she will absolutely rehearse it beforehand.

16) What makes their stomach turn?

-Probably gory things. I gotta think about this one cause she doesn’t really get exposed to anything truly unsettling for a long time.

17) Are they easily embarrassed?

-YES. VERY MUCH SO.

18) What embarrasses them?

-Any significant mistake tbh. She struggles with ribbing if it’s not clear that it’s done out of endearment. Basically if something she does makes someone laugh and that was not her intent, she’s not a fan. Laugh with her, not at her, and all that.

19) What is their favorite number?

3.14159

20) If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

-She would probably just break it down by Latin root words and/or dictionary definitions. 21) Why do they get up in the morning?

-Because it’s morning! (The SKY’S awake! So SHE’S awake!)

22) How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

-Probably clingy, feeling like she needs to prove her worth and reinforce her presence. She might get a little annoying about it, and mopey if she’s not given the attention she’s seeking.

23) How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

-I don’t think envy is something August is prone to. It would probably stay internal if it did.

24) skip

25) What are their thoughts on marriage?

-She has a high regard for the love that marriage represents.

26) What is their preferred mode of transportation?

-Anything active rather than passive. Walking, skateboarding, quick Uncle Leo portals.

27) What causes them to feel dread?

-Realizing she’s hurt someone without meaning to, big mistakes, loved ones in danger/hurt/upset/disappointed (especially in her).

28) Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

-NO. She would rather people be real with her. Finding out later she’s been lied to would feel like a huge betrayal and like she can’t be trusted.

29) Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

-August struggles a lot with this as an older kid / teenager - She’s out here trying to wear shoes too big for her just yet. She’ll grow into them but there’s a lot of frustration with herself along the way. I think she’ll make a capable and confident adult though. ;w;

30) Who do they most regret meeting?

-no one that I’m aware of. Yet? hmm

31) Who are they the most glad to have met?

-Depends on the AU but in her cousin one with friends’ ocs then KARA!! (T’s Raph fankid and August un-disputed best friend and closest person) And all of her family rly. Little Casey Jr of her timeline.

32) Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

-nah I don’t think so

33) Could they be considered lazy?

-NO, SIR. NOT AUGUSTINE HAMATO.

34) How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

-Really, really hard. So hard.

35) How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

-August matches the excitement and is generally super supportive of everyone’s endeavours. If she thinks it’s a bad idea though she’ll be honest about that.

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1) Are they happy with their body?

-Yup

2) Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos?

-nooooope

3) Do they collect anything?

-MAYBE pretty rocks or tiny shells. August isn’t really prone to keeping stuff unless it has sentimental value but she loves the beach and might take home moments from there.

4) What is their favorite music genre?

-pop, j-pop, k-pop, indie, lofi

5) What music genre, if any, do they hate the most?

-screamo probably?

6) What is their phone background/lock screen?

-Probably a selfie of her and a family member in cosplay

7) What is their shoe size?

-who wears shoes in this family

8) Do they have a favorite fabric or texture?

-SOFT plush blankets, cool smooth wooden floors. August is very particular about what textures touch her shell.

9) Do they have a favorite professional sport?

-Ice skating! Long-boarding (and skateboarding). Hockey!!

10) How do they decorate their living space?

-Very tidy and un-cluttered. August isn’t materialistic so she doesn’t keep a lot of THINGS and what she does have is carefully curated or stored in neat boxes. She might display nerdy keychains / stickers / photos of family on cork boards all scrap-book style hung on the wall.

11) Are they messy, or do they clean up?

-Always cleans up after herself. August isn’t a fan of messes.

12) What’s their preferred sleeping position?

-She probably falls asleep curled up on her side but ends up sprawled out on her back, limbs everywhere.

13) Did they have a favorite comfort item as a child?

-Her plush bear, Uncle Teddy, that she got from Uncle Raph as a baby. She still sleeps with it into her teens and hugs it when she needs a boost of courage.

14) Do they have a favorite period in history?

-Feudal Japan

15) Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to make?

-Noooo. No she cannot cook at all. She can bake well though. From-scratch cookies are her go-to for stress-baking.

16) What food do they hate eating?

-I gotta think about this one gjhgjh

17) Do they have any allergies?

-I haven’t given her one but who knows

18) What was their worst injury?

-She messes up her knee real good on a mission as a teen and that becomes a reoccurring injury / ache  later.

19) What movie is most likely to make them cry?

-Fox and the Hound. Or Lion King for the Mufasa scene.

20) What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times

-Maybe Treasure Planet. Or some kind of engaging/fun science documentary. For book, maybe Journey to the Center of the Earth?

21) Can they dance? Do they like to?

-Choreographed dancing she ROCKS, impromptu dance she’s kind of clumsy and just vibes but she does love dancing.

22) What was their favorite birthday gift? 

-Probably something special her dad made just for her.

23) Which birthday do they look back on the most fondly?

-ALL OF THEM

24) What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer? 

-A light lemon cake or strawberry shortcake. Her favorite is fruit roll cake with lots of mandarins, strawberries, and kiwis on top!

25) What is their favorite animal? 

-platypus 

26) Do they wear perfume/cologne? What is their favorite scent? 

-Nah. Favorite scent is probably just whatever her family smells like tbh. Or something light, subtle, and floral

27) What smell do they hate the most? 

-Hot garbage idk fbdbdjf

28) What sound do they hate the most? 

-Shrill breaks, pain screams

29) What video game would appeal to them the best? 

-Something cerebral, with puzzles. Maybe Professor Layton, LOZ. Or just straight up puzzle games. Sudoku and Minesweeper.

30) How would they relax on a day off/rainy day?

-She might take a nap if she can rope a family member into snuggling with her. Otherwise there’s plenty to do inside to keep busy. Training, books, “helping” in the lab, playing with family. I imagine Donnie has kid-friendly science-y learning activities / projects on standby to keep her busy when she has nothing to do - a bored August is a mischievous August and no one wants that (especially Donnie)

31) Are they combative? What is their fighting style?

-I don’t know if this is literal physical fighting or the emotional side of fighting. I’m gonna skip it for now.

32) Would they be the one to start an argument?

-Probably not intentionally but if she really believes in something she’ll speak up and Will Not Back Down. That could potentially lead to an argument.

33) What is their personal style? Favorite outfit?

-sporty leisure wear, loose and comfy. You know she loves a big soft purple sweatshirt.

34) Do they have a dream job?

-Full fledged Hamato Ninja

35) What do they do if they can’t fall asleep?

-She might do some light exercise. Better to wear herself out some more than lay in bed staring at the wall. If she’s having trouble sleeping it’s probably because she’s stressed about something and needs to get the energy out, in which case she’s heading to the dojo to train the bad vibes out of herself OR to the kitchen to stress bake the bad vibes out of herself.

36) Do they wear makeup regularly? If they don’t, would they consider wearing any?

-Makeup isn’t August’s thing. She might for cosplay situations or special occasions if someone else is doing it for her but I don’t think she’d enjoy the feel of it on her face.

37) Do they prefer to be really cold or really warm?

-Warm!!

38) What recurring dream do they keep having?

-Probably some kind of stress dream about letting loved ones down / being yelled at by them. OR FLYING. The nightmare and the dream.

39) Can they drive? What vehicles are they licensed to operate?

-When she’s a teen I imagine she’ll learn to drive the tank and motorcycles. If the boys are unlicensed then I don’t think she would have a license either.

40) Do they believe in true love? Have they experienced it?

-I think August recognizes love is active and not a given - you have to work hard for it, but romantic love isn’t on her radar. She’s surrounded by tons of familial and platonic love though and feels those deeply for her people.

Did you really read the whole thing??? I’m honoured. I’m giving you a little gold star. Here, it’s for you. ( ; w ; )-⭐  Thanks for caring about my silly lil oc. TwT <3

[rubyarrows]

Surprise

YN YLN had always cherished her friendship with Christopher LaSalle. They had met during their college days and had bonded instantly. Despite the miles that separated them when she moved to Alabama, their connection remained unbreakable. So, when she found herself with a few days off work, she decided it was high time to pay LaSalle a surprise visit in New Orleans.

Stepping into the NCIS office, YN’s heart raced with anticipation. She scanned the bustling room, searching for LaSalle’s familiar face. Suddenly, his voice cut through the noise.

“Brody, you won’t believe what happened last week!”

YN’s heart skipped a beat. There he was, his animated expression captivating everyone around him. She took a deep breath and approached him.

“LaSalle,” she said, her voice laced with excitement.

He turned towards her, his eyes widening in surprise. “YNN? No way! What are you doing here?”

YN beamed, unable to contain her grin. “Surprise, surprise! I thought I’d drop by and catch up. Is this a bad time?”

LaSalle shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Never a bad time for an old friend. I can’t believe you’re here!”

He wrapped her in a tight hug, and YN felt like no time had passed at all. As they pulled apart, LaSalle studied her with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You’re sneaky, you know that?”

YN chuckled. “Well, I wanted to see the look on your face.”

They settled into a quiet corner of the office, surrounded by the hum of activity. YN listened intently as LaSalle filled her in on his latest cases, his eyes lighting up with every detail.

“And then, Pride was like, ‘LaSalle, you’ve got to see this!’ And I couldn’t believe my eyes,” he recounted, his excitement contagious.

YN laughed. “Some things never change, huh?”

LaSalle grinned. “True that.”

As they chatted about their lives since they last saw each other, YN realized how much she had missed these conversations. They had always been able to talk about anything and everything, and that hadn’t changed.

After a while, LaSalle leaned back in his chair, his expression turning thoughtful. “Remember that pact we made back in college?”

YN raised an eyebrow. “The one about always staying true to ourselves?”

LaSalle nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one. It’s a promise I don’t intend on breaking.”

YN smiled, her heart warmed by his words. “You’ve kept it so far.”

LaSalle’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, they shared a deep understanding that words couldn’t fully capture.

With lunchtime approaching, LaSalle suggested they head out to a nearby restaurant to continue their catch-up. They strolled through the vibrant streets of New Orleans, the city’s energy matching their own excitement.

Over a leisurely meal, they reminisced about their college shenanigans and shared stories of their separate lives. YN talked about her work in Alabama, and LaSalle recounted his latest adventures in the Big Easy.

“You always did have a knack for getting into interesting situations,” YN teased.

LaSalle laughed. “Hey, it keeps life exciting!”

As the conversation flowed, YN felt a sense of contentment settle over her. It was as if they had picked up right where they left off, their bond stronger than ever.

As they sipped on their drinks, LaSalle’s expression turned sincere. “You know, YNN, having you here reminds me of the good ol’ days. Life gets busy, but I’ve missed having you around.”

YN reached across the table and placed her hand on his. “I’ve missed you too, Chris. But no matter where life takes us, our friendship will always be there.”

LaSalle smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “It’s a promise I don’t intend on breaking.”

The afternoon turned to evening, and YN knew it was time to head back to her hotel. As they stood on the sidewalk, LaSalle pulled her into one last hug.

“Thanks for coming all this way, YN. This has been the best surprise.”

YN hugged him back, feeling grateful for the enduring friendship they shared. “Anytime, Chris. Let’s not let so much time pass before we see each other again.”

With a final wave, YN walked away, her heart full of happiness. She knew that no matter the distance, their friendship was unbreakable.

The following day, YN decided to continue her exploration of the city while LaSalle was back at work. She wandered through the lively French Quarter, captivated by the history and energy of the place. As she turned a corner onto a quieter street, her heart suddenly froze at the sound of rapid gunfire nearby.

Instinctively, YN ducked behind a building, her breath catching in her throat. Panic surged through her as she tried to process what was happening. She fumbled for her phone, her trembling fingers dialing LaSalle’s number.

“Come on, Chris, pick up,” she muttered under her breath.

After a few tense rings, his voice finally broke through. “Hey, YNN, what’s up?”

YN’s voice wavered as she spoke. “Chris, there are gunshots… I’m really scared.”

LaSalle’s voice turned urgent. “YN, are you okay? Tell me where you are.”

YN quickly described her surroundings, her heart racing as she tried to stay as calm as possible. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard another voice in the background.

“LaSalle, what’s going on?” Pride’s voice came through.

YN’s heart leaped at the sound. It seemed that she wasn’t alone in this terrifying situation. She continued to listen, the anxiety gnawing at her.

“I got a call from YNN. She’s hearing gunshots close to her,” LaSalle explained to Pride.

YN heard Pride’s firm response. “Alright, we’re on our way. Keep her on the line, LaSalle.”

YN clung to the phone, grateful for the lifeline of connection to her friends. The minutes felt like hours as she waited for help to arrive. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps approaching, and LaSalle’s familiar voice was soon accompanied by Pride’s.

“YN, can you hear us?” Pride’s voice was reassuring, and YN nodded even though they couldn’t see her.

A moment later, LaSalle and Pride rounded the corner, their expressions filled with concern. YN rushed toward them, her relief palpable.

“YNN, you’re safe now,” Pride said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

LaSalle offered her a gentle smile. “Yeah, we’ve got you.”

Just then, Brody appeared, her expression worried. “YNN, are you alright?”

YN nodded, her voice a bit steadier now. “Yeah, thanks to you guys.”

As they started to move away from the area of danger, YN felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. She looked at the faces of LaSalle, Pride, and Brody, and she realized how fortunate she was to have such friends by her side.

Pride looked at her with a kind smile. “You did the right thing by calling us. We’re here to keep you safe.”

LaSalle nodded in agreement. “Absolutely, YN. You can count on us.”

YN managed a small smile, overwhelmed by the support she had received. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of the city, she knew that her friendship with LaSalle, Pride, and Brody was something truly special – a bond that could withstand any challenge, even the sound of gunfire.

As they walked away from the scene, YN clung to that feeling of safety and camaraderie, grateful for the friends who had proven, once again, that their promise was one they truly didn’t intend on breaking.

[boyfhees]

TAKE TWO | diluc

PRECIS. amidst rain and regrets, diluc asks you for another chance ( 1.58k )

GENRE. angst, bittersweet maybe, exes to ?

WARNINGS. they only talk like, 5 times in the whole fic, mentions of breakups, reader has emotional trauma bro, tea ( literally ) bc im a coffee supremacist, unedited version my old friend 🫶

NOTE. for my bestie and the best writer on this site @wolfhookk like u can never not fall in love with her writings, someone tell this to her until it's imprinted in her head. bff ily i hope u like this red hair man angst 🧎 ps there are a lot of lang leav references. ALSO THANK HER BC IF IT WASN'T FOR RI I WOULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER GENSHIN WORK ANYTIME SOON LMAO

“i don’t usually invite my exes to my house,” diluc shoots you an apologetic look, or maybe that’s how you perceive it. you were once good at reading his expression, now you no longer know how to do that, for the person in front of you feels like a stranger.

he doesn’t say anything, not that he has to. diluc thought it was fate, but then he realised it’s a mere coincidence. it rained without a forecast and you being the kind soul you are, let him stay over until the rain stops. and even though you told him to not read too much into the situation, you don’t think diluc understood a word, judging from the way he still looks at you with a lovelorn smile.

something shifts in the air after you step into the kitchen, almost half-a-way through the process of making his preferred choice of tea. there’s a dramatic pause right before you pour it into the cup, watching the wisp spin into the despairing air surrounding you in the kitchen. you take a step back, running your mind over all the moments you and diluc spent together, looking through the first mention of him in your memories— it’s gone, you conclude, faded or perhaps, hidden behind the blankets of sorrow and remorse.

your attention shifts back to the tea as you proceed to pour it into the cup, wondering why you still remember how to make his favourite tea the way he taught you, or how much sugar he prefers. you press your mind to come up with an excuse before all these things, they don’t make sense to you; not anymore.

“you still buy tulips everyday,” his voice drives you out of your thoughts. you pick up the tray, making your way into the living room, placing it on the centre table before taking a seat by the farthest corner on the couch.

your gaze follows his eyes, settling upon the wilted tulips resting on your kitchen counter. the truth is— you don’t want to buy them, but something about watching the tulips every time you pass by the kitchen puts you at ease. you don’t know the reason, you don’t wish to know either. the first time you bought tulips was for diluc’s first birthday after the of you had moved in together. it wasn’t the first time; in fact, he had a habit to buy flowers for you. a new bunch, a new arrangement, every single day. but something changed after that birthday. whether for good or for bad, diluc never purchased anything flowers except tulips. he says it’s because they reminds you of him, and you reasoned it saying that you’re down to settle with anything that makes him happy.

though, you don’t know if that’s the case anymore. the tulips, perhaps they’re for you. a reminder to never forget what you had, and a mnemonic for everything that you both could’ve been before everything withered down.

“and the tea still tastes how it used to,” he mutters above the silence intoxicating the atmosphere. there’s a sense of nostalgia in his voice, a hint of yearning in every word that rolls off his lips; and it all contradicts the words he said to you two years ago.

his words would’ve meant a lot more if he said them before he made mistakes that could never be corrected and before you decided to cut the string and walk on a separate path. that’s the tragedy of growing up— you’ll run out of feeling something new for the first time. the sad thing is; you only get so much of those moments— a handful if you’re lucky— and then you spend the rest of your life turning them over in your head.

maybe that’s why he meant as much to you as he did, and why you held on for so long even after knowing things wouldn’t work out. you didn’t know it back then, but he was the last time you would ever feel anything new.

“diluc—” your voice is almost quite, a bit above what classifies as a whisper, dripping with hesitation and groundless assumptions. “this means nothing.”

the need to classify that stays far beyond your comprehension, but you take a look at him and realise that he knew it, nonetheless. his hopeless eyes tell you that it’s all because of the impromptu rain; the way his gaze flutters all around the room, never residing upon you hints that diluc knows you invited him out of decency, and there’s no point hoping for this to morph into something more.

“i know,” he smiles, because you invited him over as someone you used to know; someone you wouldn’t have looked back at if not for the comical play of destiny.

you let silence lead the next few minutes. the sound of rain fading into nothing as it ceases to pour; a question pops inside your head— is he in a relationship? it’s stupid, knowing it’s none of your concerns now that he isn’t a part of your life anymore. your mind knows it’s useless, your heart craves an answer, and you wonder if the mind ever answers the heart. the way it keeps conjuring up what’s no longer there. you don’t know why you keep swinging like a pendulum between pulling him close and pushing him away, which you know the mirage will never be true. but the heart does not have eyes and the mind cannot resist when it asks, just one last time.

diluc puts the cup back on the tray, mumbling a soft thank you before wiping his hair with the towel around his neck, the one you had given him before letting him inside. “i heard you never dated after we broke up,”

there’s a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and it takes you a few minutes to recognise it for what it was— remorse. he looks at you, half defeated, half hopeful, as if he’s aware of the damage inflicted upon you, all because of his mistakes. you feel something linger in the silence, a broken fragment of memory, or perhaps the essence of unsaid words pressuring the air, forcing you to succumb to sorrow. it takes you back to when you were looking at him, desperate and with your hands into front of him to intertwine with his, and he called your name as if it pained him to say it. you don’t realise when it had stopped raining, or when the clock struck eleven, just the way you didn’t realise when the love between you and diluc shattered down to a chore.

he stands up, typing something on his phone which seems like texting, before his attention shifts back to you. “i’ll get going,”

“right now? it’s eleven at night. you can stay—” and a pause. it’s reminds of the very first time you had asked him to stay over; the night that ignited sparks of something between you and him that set ablaze when you kissed him because of a game of spin the bottle. “i mean, it’s too late and dangerous to drive back, especially in this weather.”

“i’ll stay at a friend’s for the night.” he states, you nod in response. there’s a glint of disappointment in your voice; perhaps you were hoping for something more, perhaps a closure— a chance. you don’t know why you had high expectations when you swore to never see him again. falling in love is dangerous. it’s like holding your heart in your fist and letting it go— one finger at a time. you know it’s getting out of your hold, slipping through your fingers, yet you can’t do anything. there comes a point when you’ve let it get out of your grasp, surrendering it to someone; and falling out of love is like walking hand in hand with death because your heart lies somewhere astray, with someone else, but you have to move on.

because first love is never the first person you give your heart to— it’s the first one who breaks it.

you follow him to the door, noticing his every single move as he slips into his coat, followed by his shoes. you realise that you’ve always loved him more than yourself; so much more than even after all these years, every single piece of your heart years for him, or even a part of him, knowing that if there’s someone responsible for all the days and nights you’ve spent spilling tears on your pillow, it’s him. it’s like a tender sacrifice; like a faint silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. it’s in every considered step you’ve taken in the opposite direction of him, and his every word that drove you away from him.

diluc stops as you were about to shut the door, looking you in the eyes for the very first time that night. “i know everything that happened was my fault,” he begins, and you wonder if you’re ready for another one of those apologies he offered you after you broke up with him, but his eyes tell a whole ‘nother story. “but in future, if you find yourself in a position to fall in love again, please fall in love with me.”

and the second you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t in love anymore was the moment you realised you were, and you’ve always been.

taglist in the rbs.

[horse-girl-anthy]

when approaching Ikuhara works, it's tempting to create some kind of schema of understanding. symbols, motifs, and stylistic choices are frequent, but when it comes to determining their meaning, the baby often gets thrown out with the bathwater.

let's take photographs in RGU. it's easy to tie them into the larger themes of eternity, nostalgia, and the inability to move on from the past. Akio keeps a picture of him and Anthy; Mikage keeps a picture of Mamiya; Juri has Shiori's picture in her locket; etc. okay then, so does this mean that the message was "photographs are bad because they are past-oriented"? you can certainly say that they allow the one in control of the lens to dictate the image that is projected outwardly. families take smiling photos, not photos of the family at its worst. but then we have to remember that the final shot of the entire series is Utena and Anthy in a picture, holding hands, with Akio cropped out: they've now taken control of their relationship and their past. the secret intimacy between them has been captured and can now be displayed.

the point I'm making here is that each instance of a symbol, motif, or stylistic choice has its own context. working in concert, they come together to create the tone and themes. however, it's best to avoid letting a single reading dictate how you approach individual cases.

[a-room-of-my-own]

I have no idea whether it's accurate or just nostalgia but I feel like radblr has decreased in discourse quality over the years. When I first joined Tumblr around 2016-17 I remember that I was hooked by the thoroughness of the posts, they were uncompromising, thoughtful and sourced.

Atm my impression is that it's mainly rants, shitposting and TRA receipts, which is fine and already existed, but that the actual thinkpieces are gone. If it were a newspaper it'd be like they kept the editorials and comics but got rid of the feature articles. At some point the umpteenth "Moids will really do x while[...]" gets old. You've been here for some time, what's your impression ?

Same 🤷🏼‍♀️

I think many people were not necessarily prepared for transactivism to last a decade, and for a while fighting against it - even at a very small scale like a simple blog - felt like being Don Quixote fighting against windmills. It's only now that the tide is beginning to turn, and it's not exactly a tsunami yet. When something unfair or shocking becomes a part of daily life it's hard to keep the energy you had in the beginning when you thought it was still possible to overturn it before it became too bad.

And to be honest, there were some things I anticipated years ago that were in my mind worst case scenarios, like rapists in women's prisons, sterilized minors, etc... That became reality. I observe all that remotely of course, there is a distance that comes with just being an anonymous blogger and not an activist, but still that gets to me. Sharing receipts and press articles is a way to keep contributing to the discussion, but when the worst became a part of daily life sometimes you just don't know what else to say except I told you so.

I think a lot of women who used to post long, sourced think pieces just took a step back when they observed that, same way I did. Specifically on Tumblr, I think there is also a problem with a certain side of radblr who's not exactly into feminism, but rather into bullying. They're a vocal minority but it's enough to discourage discussions. Writing a long post takes time and hard work, I'm not sure someone coming here today would feel like her ideas would be welcomed and politely discussed the way they could be a few years ago.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Dork Diaries 15 Thoughts

Alright so I read the latest dork diaries, and while it’s cute. I’m left with more questions than answers. 

When I rereading the series last year, I wrote that I felt by the 10th book, Russell was dragging it out and had lost sense of its original charm. Or I lost my nostalgia. Either way, it is dragging on and this case was no exception. 

There is a minor incident that Nikki overdramatically feels like it’s her fault when it really isn’t a big deal except for the requisite Mackenzie blackmail plot device. Which is never brought up again. 

Nikki and her friends don’t actually go to the titular Paris until halfway through the book as Russell fills it up with other minor incidents and overdramatic airport chaos hysterics.

Paris is great except Mackenzie trying to steal Nikki’s place in the photo-shoot and Brandon-Andre-Nikki love triangle miscommunication. The former is annoying, the latter was predictable but not too bad. The best parts was Nikki’s mistranslation mishap, and she and Mackenzie getting lost in the catacombs. I do like how Russell managed to fit in info of major Parisian sights so kids can learn about how tres chic and amazing it is. I also liked the art style shift in some drawings as Nikki experiments with fashion illustration. 

Now for my questions, and slight disappointments. I feel like the continuity is getting glossed over. Theo who was by far the nerdiest and dorkiest of the band originally (remember Nikki drew him as the human equivalent to Spongebob?), well now he has a glow-up and isn’t it basketball instead of wizarding. Okay, I guess people can change over the year but it feels so sudden in the art and the personality. 

Also the Chloe, Zoey, Theo and Marcus pairings are completely gone. I guess they got over their crushes to each other even though them asking each other out to the Valentines Day dance was so sweet. But nope.

I just miss it, and them being librarian volunteers and Nikki's excitment over Tyra Banks or her advice column and other stuff that made this series feel grounded.

Also I'm just so tired of Mackenzie popping up as an obstacle like her trying to sabotoge Nikki to get a spot in the photoshoot. It makes no sense. Even if Nikki wasn't there, they would replace her with Mackenzie because she's NOT IN THE BAND. It's totally implausible. I know she's rich and gets away with stuff but it's becoming so unrealistic and annoying.

And remember the big secret of Brandon’s parents and his past? I remember it being brought up in books 4 & 5 and it was implied there was a reason that Brandon was so good at french relating to that. This would have been an excellent chance to have some of that mysterious past revealed but nope. Not a word. I actually wonder if Russell forgot about it? 

In fact the whole Brandon and Nikki situation is the most drawn out ever and I’m starting to think that Russell is retconning it to the beginning. Nikki is still wondering if they’re friends or MORE than friends when after being kissed by him, going to the dance with him, his obvious jealousy of Andre, and going on actual dates, I think this position is quite clear. But Russell hits them squarely with the friends phrasing and minor interactions that make me feel she is holding them back. They’ve gone through such big moments and now it feels like they’re regressing, not progressing. 

Know what else is regressing? Even though the whole series is about Nikki’s eighth grade year at school, and this book takes us to the end of Aug, there is absolutely no mention of high school. Unless NY schools work differently, 9th grade should be high school and then this series would be out of items reading demographic and thus an excellent time to finish the series. 

But Nikki only says they’re returning to school, no pressure or worrying about big bad high school. Just school.

So is Russell retconning this too? In her a acknowledgements she says she's excited to introduce a new generation to Nikki's dork dairies so is she going to be an eternal eight grader?

Also Nikki in general has regressed and I feel she has learned nothing about appreciating what she has or freaking communication in general.

Yeah I think I have definately aged out of this since I'm so focused on these questions instead of enjoying it for what it is.

[capriciouswriter207]

She often dreams of flying

She often dreams of flying.

The wind tickled her face, her hair whipping behind her. Soaring. Free. Propelled forward. Flying about on her own, sometimes with the help of an elytra.

(once she rode a majestic eagle)

Just flying. Her gaze ever upward, to the skies and the clouds and the distant skyline.

(never down - there is no down in these dreams)

When she wakes, she remembers the sensations, the wind on her skin, the freedoms of getting lost without the need to go back. In her bed, she never quite succeeds in capturing those feelings and retaining them.

(it’s a flight back to the sense of home)

She knows time has passed, but she can’t have tended to her cattle. She can’t have gathered the familiar materials awaiting her. She can’t have taken care of the responsibilities thrust upon her.

(how can she trust this strange world when it pulls tricks like this?)

This world has been kind to her thus far. Friendly faces welcomed her, recommended a place to settle. Strategic, with a river on one side and a mountain on the other. Also quite beautiful, she supposed. 

(she must defend herself from anything that comes her way)

She has no idea who died on her new doorstep. The clothes fit her style, at least, and she can adjust them so they fit her better.

(if she can salvage it, she must - they didn’t need those clothes anymore, anyway)

The neighbors are nice, if not a little threatening. Their wide smiles seem to hide some sort of sick depravity behind them. Would they be that hostile?

(you can never be too careful, dear)

She trades with them. Her iron is wanted throughout the world. People with friendly faces and kind words come, hoping for a trade. With no bad intentions whatsoever.

(she hides a knife on her person, just in case)

She builds a home, and another, and another. Enough for a family; enough to house a village. It reminds her of home, whatever that is. It almost fills her with a sense of nostalgia and homesickness. Almost.

(how do you miss something you can’t quite remember?)

She builds, because what else can she do? She builds and builds and takes inspiration from the dreams. She’s convinced they try to tell her something. They have to tell her something. 

(sometimes she wishes she would sleep and permanently wake in the dream)

The airship may not be exactly what she had dreamt, but it works out. It feels familiar somehow. The sight tickles the back of her brain, almost bringing back something.

(this feels like the journey homeward)

It doesn’t work. It cannot bring her home, as she’d hoped. She’d have to find another way home. She’ll have to live with the failure for the time being and find another way home.

(she’ll have to live with not knowing who she is a little longer)

Home��� 

(‘home’ is just as foreign and vague as ‘here’)

Somewhere, far beyond that horizon, home awaits. Somewhere out there, she’ll find the comfort and familiarity she tries to build in this strange land. Somewhere beyond the horizon, someone knows her better than she knows herself. 

(the longer she waits, the bigger the chance that someone is dead)

Maybe one day, that familiarity will be resolved. Maybe she’ll find a new sense of familiarity and home here, once these friendly faces have proven their friendliness.

(don’t let this world consume you and eat away at who you might have been)

She often dreams of flying; soaring, free, without a care of worry in the world.

(she hopes to find that peace someday)

[AO3 link]

[generation-fucked-nostalgia]

Your profile pic hits me with so much nostalgia by itself. I’m actually always surprised to hear people were scared of A Bad Case of Stripes since I loved it as a kid. I never found the art scary, I thought it was cool and interesting

Haaah that's why it's my pfp! I knew it would get people XD

I guess it affects everyone differently. I think kids and fear are an interesting subject, because it depends on a few factors I think.

Like, some fears people tend to grow out of, like fear of the dark, when we convince ourselves that monsters probably don't live under our bed only held at bay by a nightlight. Some fears people develop later in life, like body horror, because it may not have been a subject or a term that they were introduced to until later in life.

Sometimes I think kids will experience fear they don't understand yet, and it may manifest as uneasiness or excitement? Me personally, I remember enjoying the book when I was a kid. I read it multiple times and I never had nightmares about it or anything. However, I think seeing her slowly deform and melt into the room did evoke an uneasiness in me that I didn't have the vocabulary to describe. Now, I would call it "The uncanny valley." But at the time I didn't have the means to process it, so I just ignored it and enjoyed the funny book about color-changing skin and lima beans.

[black-rose-writings]

I am going to make a huge mistake and reread a series I've loved as a teen.

Let's see how it holds up.

For context, the series is called Rafaelova škola (Raphael's school) and it's a Czech esoterical fantasy series. It's a 9-book series, with the final one coming out just recently, so I thought I could get back into it.

The series is very much based on a lot of new age woo/mysticism type stuff, but since that stuff is used as a framework for building the fantasy elements of the story, it's not that bad (at least as far as I remember) and it's used very effectively for worldbuilding. It's got some elements of Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, which I really enjoyed at the time, and has a female protagonist, which I was very happy about, and it is absolutely batshit insane in a good way (or at least, I though so like 5 years ago when I last read anything from this series).

The premise is that our main character, Marina Fialková (Violet) has a mother who mysteriously disappeared when she was a baby, who wished for her to attend a specific boarding school when she grew up. Said school is for supernatural beings and Marina's mother was one of them. The first book's main plot is about Marina finding her mother/supernatural side of her family and the rest of the series about reconciling with said family (and their various fuck-ups through the millenia some of them have been alive) and growing into her potential as a fairy.

Supernatural beings in this world are refered to as Elementals and there's seven main types of "higher" elementals, who can transform into human forms - Fairies, Nagas, Fauns, Mermaids (refered to mostly as Nymphs), Dryads, Harpies (also refered to as Sirens) and Centaurs. Elementals don't age once they reach maturity, they are deeply connected to nature and they can use magic.

The first six of these types can be born into human bodies, either by having mixed-species parents or even to two human parents in some cases (centaurs are not born into human bodies as they don't breed with the other species) and the Raphael's school is specifically meant to help them grow into healthy adult elementals (young elementals born into human bodies need to go through metamorphoses into the seven main higher elemental types before they reach their adult body and this process can easily go wrong without proper guidance - and even with guidance and preparation result in some really interesting body horror).

Also, soulmates are real in this universe.

IDK, I just kinda want to see if it is actually good or I was just 15 last time I read it.

I'll be tagging this with čumblr, because I know some of yall also have nostalgia for this series and will suffer right alongside me.

[ortajo]

Don’t be a stranger (erenxreader)

Words: 3.5k

Summary: one-shot, you come back to the city where you spent your gap year in high school and decide that meeting up with an old friend with a big crush on you is a good idea (Eren drives a motorcycle hot af ngl)

cw: explicit and mature content MDI, cowgirl position, oral s*x and a little strip show, there’s a small use of alcohol

Notes: hope you enjoy, it took me quite some time to figure out how I wanted to write this but I think that in the end it came out pretty good, it’s my first one shot so as usual constructive criticism are accepted! Reblogs,notes ad comments are always deeply appreciated!!💕

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It had been years since she breathed this air.

Landing in this place again after all of this time felt like coming back home after a long trip, all the memories of her first days came back like a river and her heart only grew fonder of this place.

You didn’t forget an instant of her gap-year here, all the memories, the photos, the friendships, all of it was still with you.

And now, landing in the city once again as an adult, gave her a sense of nostalgia she didn’t even thought she would have been able to feel.

The trip was for work but you were so thrilled when your boss told you that you would have been able to spend two days in Dublin again, you immediately told to all of your gap-year friends and they were as thrilled as you, they asked for all sorts of photos of all the places they went to ages ago.

Or at least it felt ages ago in her heart but as soon as she saw the city again it felt like nothing had changed, it was all the same as she remembered.

You snap a first photo and post it on your story “welcome home” that’s what you wrote on it.

After the morning you spent in the office to do the work you came here to do, you decided to walk around a bit. The city welcomed you with a warm day, as unusual as it could seem, and you took the chance to hang out around the city center again, for old time sake.

She saw again all the bars, all the benches and all the places she had memories of.

While walking a notification makes your phone thrill in her pocket, someone replied to your story.

eren.yeager_: you’re in the city again? Wanna hang tonight?, it was him.

She didn’t forget, how could she.

When one of her closest friend told her, after the gap-year, that one of the kids she had history with had a massive crush on her.

At first it felt unbelievable, you two barely talked and he never let out anything for an entire year but then the time passed and it all became an inside joke in her group.

So when you saw the message you froze, could it be that even after all this time he still wanted to shoot his shot?

He wasn’t bad looking at all, that definitely wasn’t the problem, tall, fair-skinned with short brown hair, his eyes were a gorgeous emerald green.

It never occurred to you how one like him could even like you, most of all how he could have liked you during that time of your life, you were still a teenager and the school uniform surely wasn’t the most flattering thing.

But during the years, you thought, the spark never died, we both talked and replied to each other stories, bonding over common interests that never came up during your time there.

So maybe this isn’t so bad after all, you reply soon to his message with a simple “yeah let’s hang tonight, tell me where and when”

---

The hours passed and she spent all of her time after dinner to get ready, she had an “everything” shower just in case and she tried to play with a bit of makeup she had brought.

You never bothered putting on makeup so the task asked for a bit more time than normal, so you ended up running late.

The outfit you choose was simple, a short and bit tight black skirt with a small slit on your right thigh and a casual cropped shirt with the graphic of a band you both liked, a black denim jacket to tie it all together.

She swiftly took a bus towards the center to head towards the pub he suggested, she knew the place it was a usual hanging out spot she had with her friends.

When you arrived he was already there but at first you didn’t recognize him.

A tall guy with broad shoulders and only a white shirt was talking with someone while leaning on a motorbike right in front of the entrance.

“sorry” you quietly say, he doesn’t even flinch, he kept on talking animatedly with the guy “excuse me” your tone a bit louder, but still nothing.

The guy notices you and white shirt dude turns around, it is him.

Your face goes from a frown to a wide smile in the span of seconds, you couldn’t believe her eyes.

He let his hair grew a bit and now they were just past his jawline, just enough to put them in a small bun, he was even taller and bigger than you remembered, it all felt doubled.

You had to take a step back to look at him completely, he was checking you out while leaning on the bike, another thing you both bonded over during the years, “when did you get this one?” you looked at the bike and it was gorgeous, it fitted his personality perfectly, “we can go for a ride after” he teased, he knew how much you liked them.

The spark was definitely still there you both could feel it, lingering in the air.

The night was smooth, after a couple of beers you felt a bit light headed but nothing major, he obviously teased you about being already drunk and you denied.

The beer tasted like memories in her mouth, it went down smoothly and it left a familiar taste on her tongue each sip.

He asked you all about your gap-year friends and how are they now, you told him about Armin and Annie that ended up engaged and what all of the others are up to now, working and studying abroad in different places.

---

The conversation went on and it felt like hours passed in mere seconds.

The night eventually came to an end, the cold of the night hit her face making her suddenly sober up.

A shiver down your spine, even after the year you passed here you still can’t remember how strong and cold the wind can feel at night, “if we go for a ride you can put on the jacket” his hand resting at the base of your spine guiding you towards the bike, you felt a bit hesitant “I can bring you to your hotel, really no pressure” his eyes piercing yours “I really don’t want to let you take the bus this late”.

Only now she noticed a detail, he was wearing black pencil in his waterline, he had always been this edgy kid, he likes metal music, rides a motorcycle and who knows what else. The pencil really made his eyes greener even if she thought that it couldn’t be possible.

“yeah ok only because you insist” finally you gave in, at the end of the day you would have been able to go back to the hotel faster.

He gave her a spare helmet and his jacket, she suddenly felt warmer and safer, a smile lingering on her mouth.

“I won’t go too fast” you looked at him with a face that had “really?” written all over it, then the helmet was on your head “pinky promise” he flashed you with a smile, “after you, princess” a small gesture towards the seat of the bike, you climbed with a bit of difficulties but managed to get on top without making a fool of yourself at his eyes.

The ride was peaceful, he warned her that clinging to his waist would have been the safest option but it felt too personal so her hands were on his shoulders.

A sudden abrupt stop makes you nearly fall but his hands were already on your bare tights, “told you” she swore she could feel him grinning under his black helmet, your hands travelled down to his waist and during the ride he toyed with your fingers making you forget that Dublin isn’t that big after all and that the ride was near to the end.

He helped her climb down the bike to prevent her skirt from rising too much.

“and that will be 20 euros miss” he teased you while removing your helmet, a soft chuckle came out of you.

“I had a great night really” you suddenly felt sad, like a small part of your younger self was inside of him and you were just leaving it behind “before ending it I wanted to ask you something” she got his full attention with just this sentence alone.

“it is just something Armin said to me after the gap-year nothing much really” you tried your best to play it off as something lighthearted even if inside you knew how much this response would affect you “did you really had a crush on me? It just seemed surreal at the time and we never had the-” she started ranting to fill up the embarrassing silence that fell between them until he spoke.

“I still do” his eyes were on you checking every single movement, your cheeks pink and then immediately red.

“you what” you felt startled by his blunt response unable to understand why and how it was possible.

“I like you” his hands still holding your helmet firmly, the way he said it brought her back to her high school years, that weird tension you feel in your belly when you declare your love to your long lasting crush, that uncertainty that floods your brain right before the response bracing yourself for an inevitable heartbreak.

She could sympathize with him in this moment because she knew the feeling he was experiencing; she knew them really well.

His eyes glued on the floor like the response he was looking for could have been written on the sidewalk.

“wanna come up?” this was definitely the beer talking, you thought, but fuck it really, he is good looking and if his feeling for you lingered this much it must mean something.

You stop to push the button of the lift and your hands brush one against the other, a faint smile on his lips, you interlock your pinky with his and look up him.

The light of the lobby was faint because of the time, 1a.m., you felt just like a teenager sneaking out for the first time.

The elevator dings and the doors open slowly.

As soon as the doors close, you’re both one on the other.

The kiss doesn’t even have the time to start softly because of the heat you both feel deep inside, he feels like a fool for not letting her know before about his crush, he wasted all of this time for fear of rejection.

Her hands on his chest, she was throwing herself on him, she wanted this, she needed this.

Just as her lips part to let him in the lift dings again, they arrived at her floor.

They both recollect themselves like nothing happened, she peeks out of the lift to see if someone might have seen them but no one is around, swiftly they shuffle to her room. In front of the door she quickly whips out her card, another sound followed by a red light, she tries again but it declines “fuck me” you mutter under your breath, he comes closer to your neck placing small kisses along the length of it, his hand around yours slowly passing the card through the door, “you have to do it slowly see?” another small kiss “no need to rush it”, finally the door opens.

You close the door and take his hand guiding him towards the bed.

The room was definitely smaller than you expected when you first checked in but it would have been ok for just one night, the bed was big and soft, soft pillows of different colors gave the room a cozier vibe than the usual boring white-sheet bed.

It felt surreal to have him sat on the bed, admiring you while you awkwardly tried to give him a show, his words from earlier echoing in your head “no need to rush it”, you both wanted to enjoy this knowing that an opportunity like this could never happen again.

After getting out of you shoes and skirt you started removing your shirt, “keep it on” he whispers while man spreading on the bed, enjoying the little show, you start walking towards him not breaking the eye contact “like the shirt?” you slowly crawl on his lap, your ass near his erection, that was definitely noticeable even through his jeans, straddling him.

“I like you with this shirt” a small grin and again your lips were one against the other, your ass keeps rocking back and forth while you feel his erection growing bigger, he whimpers between the kisses unable to contain “fuck” his hands sliding slowly up your shirt “I’ve waited so long” his fingers were just right below your breast before he looked at you for some sort of consent to go on “touch them already” your breath is starting to get heavier with each stroke, his hands were busy exploring your body, his thumbs gradually start forming circles on your nipples and you’re unable to hold back a whimper.

It had been some time since someone touched you this way, you could feel the eagerness in every single touch, he was hungry for you but wanted to savor each bite carefully.

His head is under your shirt and his mouth is latched on your breast, his tongue toying with your nipple flicking it until it becomes hard making you flinch each time he comes near it, a small bite makes you moan loudly, your hands on your mouth “someone likes this a lot” his head peeks from your shirt making you blush so slightly.

She looked so cute, that what he was thinking the whole time, he was unable to comprehend how no one still got their hands on her, she felt so perfect in his arms, soft and weightless.

He could cum only from this, her ass felt perfect grinding on his hard erection, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible but this felt unbearable.

Suddenly, like she weighted nothing, he moved her from his lap placing her on the bed, she got up on her elbows looking at him.

His head between your tights looking at you like the most beautiful thing he ever touched, his hand caressed you under your shirt, down your stomach stopping just on the hem of your panties, half a finger under the elastic running around the edge.

You squirm under his touch and you place one of your hands on his to guide him to your sensitive spot to just satisfy your needs, “I know where it is, princess” a small peck on your inner tight “I’m taking my time” you suddenly felt embarrassed but the feeling of eagerness was definitely stronger.

His mouth was tracing small kisses all around your legs, looking at all of your moles even the most little one just near your panties.

Finally, a small kiss lands on your sensitive cunt, your panties by now soaked left a bit of your wetness on his lips making them glisten, a small grin appears as he licks his lips.

“someone got really wet from just a few kisses” he was suddenly near you again, his mouth on your ear “right, princess?” you shudder as he places a kiss on your neck.

His hand at last touches your wet cunt, his middle finger plays with your clit making you move your hips to create even more friction, “you want a finger in?” his words a filthy whisper in your ear, you nod eagerly “I need to hear it” his tone firmer “yes” that’s all you could say, your voice came out strained.

A finger slips inside you and it fills you up immediately making you jolt at first, “ups two slipped in” he chuckles, he is having fun toying with you, soon your cunt gets used to the width of his fingers making the feeling full with pleasure, you could come just from this and he knows it.

“do you wanna come?” his kisses slowly work their way towards your stomach, only a small whimper comes out of you while you move your hips at his pace making his fingers go in and out of you, precipitously his mouth latches to your clit, his tongue swirls between your wet folds and your vison goes blurry.

His fingers are rough and he eats you out sloppily like this is the last meal he will consume in his entire life, his lips are plump and livid, your wetness all over his face, you try your best to not squeeze his head between your tights when you feel close, “I’m coming” your voice is high pitched and after this phrase his hands grip your legs bringing them closer to his head.

You cum violently, the pleasure arrives in waves but he doesn’t stop until you grip his hair removing his head from between your legs “I’m too sensitive please” you cry out as he licks your cum from off his fingers.

You look at him unable to catch your breath “you taste too good sorry” a small laugh comes out of you “you don’t look sorry” he smiles, a small kiss on your lips.

Your eyes curiously look for his groin trying to get a glimpse of his erection, your hands start to unbutton his jeans and he already groans in pleasure on top of you.

He is unable to stay on top so he lays down, you get on top of him as your hands free his erection from his boxers.

The tip is already covered in precum so you simply start by licking it off, the sounds he makes feel like he is getting already the best head he has ever had “it’s really sensitive” another small groan “plus you look so beautiful” his hand cup your cheek tracing the bulge of his cock, you innocently look up to him while licking up all along his length and he is unable to control.

“stop this I want to come inside of you” his hand on your forehead stopping you from licking his shaft again.

So you get up again and get ready to ride him, your cunt is still dripping wet from before, you sit up to let his cock ease into you, he suddenly feels bigger and just from the tip alone you already feel overwhelmed, his hands placed at your waist slowly caressing you “take your time” his words immediately comfort her and she guides his hand to her core, slowly with his thumb he draws circles on her clit making her able to take all of his length inside of her.

Your eyes are closed and your head is slightly rolled back while he moves your hips by your waist, both of you have no rush to end this.

When you got used to the feeling you started to thrust more violently his cock in and out of you, with each thrust you could feel his orgasm growing, the eagerness in his eyes, the grip he had on you becoming more and more strong.

“you were so innocent back then what happened huh?”

His words feel like honey in your mouth, just from this shivers go down your spine making you twitch around his cock, “fuck, you liked that?” your body was unable to respond verbally to his words and you didn’t want to contain anymore, slowly you lower your upper body until your head rests on his chest, your hips still unable to stop “such a little slut right?” he touches your chin making you tilt your head towards him, you share a deep kiss while he takes control of the rhythm making you bounce on his shaft while he fulfilled his orgasm.

You could feel you were close too and inevitably you start twitching around his length forcing the orgasm out of him.

He gets up bracing you while he fucks you faster “fuck, I’m coming” he groans “I’m fucking coming” his mouth near your ear and his hot breath on your neck drive you crazy.

You feel the warm load inside of you while he holds you tighter like he is afraid you could shatter in his arms.

You feel his breath heavy and you bury your head in his neck, when he is calmed down he takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean.

After you both finished cleaning up it was really late so you both cuddled up under the blanket.

His breathing and the sound of his heart felt like a lullaby to her, falling asleep had never been that easy.

When morning arrived she tried to get up as quietly as she could, her flight was in the late morning she had to be quick and get out soon.

Just before heading out she gives a last small glimpse at him peacefully sleeping in her bed, a note on her side of the bed.

“don’t be a stranger”

The door closes behind her.