#so i avoid them like the plague. i think my problem is that i hate art school and being told what to do with my art

[ratspider]

i hate that thing i do where i prioritize drawing/painting/sculpture above like every other form of art. like if i fill a sketchbook that's more of an accomplishment than this cool hat i made. maybe the equivalent to that is crafting an entire outfit down to making the pattern myself. or filling a box with Stuff I Sewed. idk, i think drawing is just valued so so so much online and i watch all those sketchbook tours and i'm like Wow! these people are so motivated and these sketchbooks are so cool and filled with personality and just. so dense with creativity and I Wish I Could Do That but i already do. i just don't do the 'one sketchbook a month' thing. i have The Yearning but not the drive to draw that much and i need to just value what i'm already doing that's easy for me to do right now.

[onsomenewsht]

I've got peace and I've got love

About a surprise for your birthday even if you hate your birthday

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 for anyone who needs to feel celebrated

Birthdays are a complicated matter.

You don’t hate them, no one really does.

People should be loved loudly, their mere presence on Earth should be reason enough to celebrate them.

You care about your family and your friends, baking cakes and inflating balloons and dressing up for a themed party are not a problem - you’re the first one to arrive and the last to leave.

Celebrating your birthday though? Hell, no.

For most, it doesn’t make sense.

A day in a whole year when anyone is entitled to be under the biggest spotlight, getting gifts and all the wanted attention. Yet, you’d rather hide in the remotest corner of the planet than hear someone sing “happy birthday” to you.

Despite the insistence and the repeated attempts over the years, your mother has finally accepted that you don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Your best friend has accepted that you’ll avoid a surprise party like the plague. Everyone who knows you, knows it.

Alexia included.

At least she knows now, after last year.

The two of you got together just shy of three months before your birthday. Bless her good heart, she thought a surprise ambush might be appreciated.

She’s not going to make the same mistake twice in a row, but she wants to do something.

“You told me she hates birthdays”, Alba points out, a bit confused, sipping her coffee as if her sister isn’t in the middle of an inconclusive rant.

“She hates her own, not birthdays in general”

“I still think you should just buy her a nice present, wish her a happy birthday and move on like she asked you to do”

“It seems so, I don’t know, incomplete?”, the blonde tries to explain, “How do I make sure I show how much I appreciate her if I can’t celebrate her?”

“You better celebrate her every day, not just on the birthday–”

“I do it, idiot!”

Alexia is quick in her jab, but thankfully the younger girl is used to her attitude by now.

Cup saved from any spill, Alba barely has enough patience to give another, simple pearl of wisdom, “So do it like any other day, but, you know, on her birthday”

It’s good advice, even if she’d never admit it.

Alexia spends most of her day off plotting, her free time during the week before your birthday completely taken over by careful planning and prep.

You can tell immediately that something is off, but you let it slide because she’s cute when she’s on a mission, and you don’t really want to spoil her fun.

At the stroke of midnight, like a mischievous fairy godmother, your best friend calls you to sing a personalized rendition of “Die, Die My Darling” like every year since you’re sixteen and think you’re oh-so-funny.

Your mother sends a present from the entire family, along with a picture of a cake you’re not going to eat but you’re glad they’ll enjoy in your name. Alexia’s mother and sister send flowers, and you have to reassure your girlfriend that it’s a genuinely appreciated sentiment.

Said girlfriend kisses you for every year spent on this Earth and then moves on, as if nothing happened. As if nothing is going to happen.

It’s suspicious, really suspicious.

The day passes by without any major incident.

At work just a few colleagues know it’s your birthday, they politely hand you a card with bad jokes written all over it. You mindlessly send the same three reactions at every text message, nonetheless appreciating everyone who remembered and took the time to wish you a happy birthday. A kind waitress adds a slice of dessert as you pick up take-out at your favourite Mexican place, probably prompted by Alexia when she ordered over the phone and sent you to the restaurant.

Guard down, you open the door to your girlfriend’s apartment, still not connecting the dots.

Thank the goddesses and gods above for that nice waitress, because what you find inside is definitely a first and the food wouldn’t have survived the surprise if not for the well-secured package.

Soft music - that, to your shame, you only realise too late is your favorite record - resonates through the room, which is filled with dozens of floating balloons reaching the ceiling.

You take a few tentative steps inside, noticing pictures carefully tied to each string with numbers scribbled on the corners.

Snaps of the past year, memories so simple in their significance you sometimes fail to give a good measure of. Dinners out with friends, an unflattering portrait of an early morning during the summer, the first time holding your niece. You linger over a photo of you and Alexia talking on Mapi’s couch, neither of you looking at the camera, as it’s clear you had eyes only for each other.

“I’ve never seen this one”, you whisper, emotion thick in your voice.

Your girlfriend is leaning on the further wall of the entrance, a confident stance failing to hide a note of nervousness. The way her hands are buried in the pocket of old sweatpants and her eyes are studying every single macro-expression shifting on your face are a clear tell for you.

"Ingrid sent it to me some times ago”

“It’s beautiful”

“It is”, she agrees easily, still not daring to come closer.

Alexia’s gaze drops as soon as you notice there’s a handwritten message on the back of every photo, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You take the time to read each one attentively, smiling at her thoughtfulness and the care she put into all the moments chosen. People and occasions that hold meaning for you, no matter how big or small. You feel love in every single one.

“You put a lot of thought into this”

“I had to sacrifice a couple of good ones”, she mumbles, almost upset with herself.

The commitment to matching the number of pictures to your age it’s impressive, you have to admit.

A burst of laughter fills the entire apartment, Alexia finally meeting your gaze and taking in how moved you’re by her surprise.

The fear of overstepping had been like an annoying voice, whispering in her ear as she scribbled on the back of the photos or tried to wrap gifts without running out of patience or tape.

“Do you like it?”, her doubt creeping in her voice.

“I don’t hate it”, you joke, still eager to ease her worries, “No one has ever put this much thought or effort into– I don’t know, celebrating my birthday, I guess”

“You deserve to be celebrated”

You take the few steps to fill the gap between you two, food forgotten somewhere behind, and throw yourself into her already open arms.

“Thank you”

“I love you”

The kiss you share is a clear enough answer. Sometimes, it’s not even necessary to spell it out - action speaks louder than words, they say. She holds you for as long as you need, music still playing softly in the background.

“Is this a good moment to mention that you have to open as many presents as you have in years?”

“Alexia!”

[fatecantstopme]

Unattached Drifter Christmas

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: Dean decides he’d rather spend Valentine’s Day curled up on the couch with you.

Warnings: Cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M & F receiving)

A/N: in honor of Valentine’s Day, I gift you an adorable Dean Winchester fluffy smutty delight. 💜

"What are your plans, Sammy?" you asked from your perch on the kitchen counter.

"I happen to have a date," he replied with a smirk.

"Oooo with whom?"

"Just a nice local girl I met at the library last week."

"Sam Winchester and the nice local girl...sounds like a book I'd read," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and threw a dish towel at you. "What about you?"

"I have an excellent night planned," you confirmed. "Since Dean will be out cruising for ladies to go home with, I figured I could steal the Dean Cave for the night. I'm ordering a pizza, watching scary movies, eating a shit ton of junk food, and washing it all down with a bottle of wine."

Sam laughed. "Now that sounds like a party."

"Someone say 'party'?" Dean asked as he entered the kitchen.

"We were just discussing our Valentine's Day plans," Sam responded.

"You celebrating Unattached Drifter Christmas?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Dean shrugged and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Nahh, I think I'm gonna sit this year out. I'd rather stay home."

"Awww man," you grumbled.

Dean looked at you with an arched brow. "Is that a problem?"

"No," you answered quickly. "It just puts a bit of a wrench in my plans."

"And what are your plans?" he asked.

"I was gonna take over the Dean Cave for the night--scary movie marathon, pizza, snacks, alcohol."

"Pizza, snacks, and alcohol is my holy trinity," Dean said with a wide smirk. "Would you be opposed to me crashing your party?"

"You hate scary movies," you said.

"Yeah, but you love them," he countered. "I'm the crasher, so I'm not gonna demand a change in movie genre."

You smiled at him. "Alright, then you can come. I'll even supply beer."

Dean winked at you. "The way to my heart," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the counter. "Oh, did Sam mention he has a date tonight?"

Sam shot you a look and you hurried out of the kitchen, laughing quietly as Dean started to tease his brother.

"A date, baby bro? Look at you!"

**********

You'd sent Dean to pick up the pizza while you set up the Dean Cave for the evening's festivities. You'd made a run to the grocery store earlier in the day to pick up yours and Dean's favorite snacks, as well as a decent supply of wine and beer.

You were more than satisfied with your selections, but for some reason you felt anxious. Well...to be honest, you knew the reason. You hadn't expected Dean to be staying home and you certainly didn't count on him joining you for the evening.

You'd known Dean for a little over five years and in that time you'd grown to care about him deeply, more than you should. He was a genuinely good person underneath his gruff exterior, a facade he had dropped with you long ago.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you knew you loved him, but you would never say anything to him. You knew him too well. Dean had lost virtually everyone he'd ever loved and he blamed himself for their deaths. He avoided romantic relationships like the plague because he didn't want to add another name to the body count. It was hard enough for him to bring you into his life as a friend, and there was no way he would risk anything more than that.

So of course, you kept your mouth shut, hiding your feelings from both Winchesters. The only person that knew how you felt was Jody and she would take that secret to the grave if you wanted her to. You would rather have Dean as a friend than lose him completely.

You tossed your favorite oversized blanket onto the couch with a sigh. You were trying not to think about curling up next to Dean for a movie marathon on freaking Valentine's Day of all days. You knew it was the romantic nature of the day itself that had your stomach in knots. You'd watched movies and binge ate with Dean countless times before without issue, but there was an added intensity to this instance simply because it happened to be February 14th.

You also couldn't help but wonder why Dean wasn't planning on going out. You couldn't remember the last time he neglected to celebrate 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' as he'd always called it. In fact, Dean hadn't been out to pick up a girl in weeks...you were struggling to recall the last time Dean didn't decline a girl's invitation to come home with her.

"I've brought sustenance!" The man in question spoke from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts.

"Jesus!" you yelped.

Dean chuckled lightly. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

You shot him a look that clearly said 'I wasn't scared', which only caused him to laugh harder.

You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and headed towards the door. "I'm gonna change into comfy clothes before we get started."

"Good idea," he agreed, placing the pizza down on the table before following you out the door.

Five minutes later, you came back into the Dean Cave wearing your most comfortable leggings and an oversized worn out band tee you'd had for at least a decade. You'd opted to forgo a bra for comfort's sake and you hoped Dean wouldn't notice.

Dean was already sitting on the couch, wearing his gray sweatpants and a plain black tee. It was almost offensive how hot he looked in that outfit--no man had any right to look that good in sweatpants.

When you walked in, Dean's gaze traveled from the TV to you. You noticed his pupils dilate slightly as he looked at you, but you figured that was due to the change in light.

You plopped down on the couch beside him, leaving plenty of space between the two of you to avoid any awkwardness. "Ready to be terrified?" you teased.

Dean groaned softly. "You know I'm only watching these because you love them."

You grinned and snagged the remote from him. "They're so good!"

"Our life is a scary movie," he grumbled. "I don't know why you like these."

"I think that's actually why I like them. Our real lives are full of the kind of shit that would make people lose their minds, but for us, it's just another Tuesday. These movies are either cheesy as hell or have an exaggerated version of a monster we have hunted and killed--so it becomes entertaining instead of scary."

Dean raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Or you're crazy."

You smiled at him and shot him a wink. "That's just an added bonus."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a slice of pizza. As he shoveled food into his mouth, you opened up a streaming service and typed in the name of the first movie you wanted to watch.

"You remember The Conjuring right? And Annabelle?"

"Yeah," he answered. "That Annabelle one was creepy as hell."

You grinned. "Well this one is in the same universe and I've been dying to watch it."

You pressed play on the remote and the opening credits of The Nun began to play. You snuggled up under the blanket and sighed contentedly, a piece of pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Dean glanced at you and couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips. It was rare he got to see you truly happy and content, so this was a moment he intended to fully savor. He studied your face, desperate to commit it to memory, unwilling to forget how beautiful you looked in this moment.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes, still picturing your face clearly in his mind. It brought another smile to his lips and he breathed in deeply, smelling a mixture of your shampoo and your perfume. He wanted you to be closer to him, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He made a split second decision and voiced his request aloud, "It's a little chilly in here. Do you mind sharing the blanket with me?" He wasn't cold at all, but he thought it might get you to move closer to him to share.

"Oh! Sure." You smiled and scooted in his direction, holding the edge of the blanket out to him.

He took it and started to cover himself. "You're gonna need to come a little closer, sweetheart," he said with a chuckle. "I need a bit more coverage."

You laughed and moved even closer to him so your arms were now touching. "Better?" you teased.

"Much," he affirmed.

You tried to keep your body relaxed and focused on the movie, but Dean's proximity was overwhelming your senses. You could smell his aftershave, feel his body heat, and see the rise and fall of his chest much more clearly than before. The simple act of a man breathing should not be a turn on...yet here you were.

You shifted slightly as you felt a familiar wave of heat pool in your belly. Not now, you thought to yourself.

"You okay, doll?" Dean asked softly.

His voice sounded lower than before, huskier even, and you had to bite your lip to keep from audibly moaning. As it was, you could feel the slick gathering between your legs, which was mortifying enough.

"I'm fine," you lied, shifting again.

Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side. "Come 'ere," he muttered. "Get comfortable."

You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but you allowed him to pull you closer. You laid your head against his chest and sighed quietly. You had to admit, it was a much more comfortable position to be in, even if it increased your longing.

"Better?" he whispered, echoing your earlier question.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

Dean smiled down at you even though you couldn't see it. He liked this new position--he liked holding you. He knew he was crossing boundaries he'd never intended to cross, but his feelings had become unbearable as of late.

He couldn't remember a moment when he didn't want you and it was getting harder to remember a time when he didn't love you. The last couple months had been hell on his heart and he was starting to break. He hid it from everyone, especially you, but he knew he couldn't do that for much longer.

His random hookups had stopped alleviating his desire to be with you, instead increasing that need tenfold after every encounter. So he stopped hooking up with women altogether. He'd considered moving out of the bunker for a while to get away, but he couldn't do that to Sam or to you.

He found himself in a predicament he'd been trying to avoid for years and the walls he'd built around his heart had started to crumble. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you safe--he'd rip out his own still-beating heart if he had to--but he couldn't find the strength to stop loving you. No matter what he did, his love only grew.

It wasn't fair to you and he knew he shouldn't love you, shouldn't tell you, shouldn't pull you into something with him that would almost certainly get you killed, but his own pain was becoming too much. The physical ache in his chest when you were apart was beginning to impact every part of his life, including hunting. He'd be lying if he said it didn't terrify him, but he couldn't fight his feelings any longer.

"(Y/N)?" Dean asked softly.

"Hmm?" you hummed, eyes still trained on the TV.

"Can you look at me, sweetheart?" he murmured.

You shifted your head to look up at him. You were struck by how brilliantly green his irises looked in the dimly lit room, your lips parting slightly in surprise.

Dean's heart was hammering in his chest so quickly he was certain you could hear it. When your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his, he was immediately lost in them--adrift in an ocean of (y/e/c).

He knew this was it--it was now or never...he could either take the leap or let his pain drown him in loneliness. He chose the former. He lowered his head the short distance to place a soft, warm kiss against your lips.

The moment you felt his lips on yours, it was like the world stopped spinning. Suddenly there was nothing but you and Dean--nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Just you and Dean.

When your lips began to move against his, returning his kiss, he groaned happily. His hands grabbed at your torso, seeking comfort in your soft flesh. He tugged you towards him, and you shifted your body to straddle his lap, lips never leaving his.

In your new position, you could feel his hardening member pressing against your clothed core. You ground against him, earning a moan from deep in his throat. His hands tightened their grip on your hips and your nails dug into his shoulders as the sensation sent a bolt of electricity through you.

Dean's hands snaked under your shirt and he began tugging it upwards in an attempt to remove it. The logical part of your brain suddenly kicked back on and you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Dean--wait," you gasped, pulling away from him slightly.

His eyes widened and his body tensed. He quickly removed his hands from your body and held them up in surrender. "I'm sorry, we can stop. I--"

You shook your head. "I just need...I need to say something." You bit your lip. "I don't wanna be a one night stand or a friends with benefits thing. I-I can't, Dean. I can't."

The pain in your voice nearly broke his heart. He wanted to reassure you, but he wasn't sure you would believe him. He had a reputation and it was Valentine's Day...what were the odds you'd believe him?

"(Y/N), listen to me," he said gently, taking your hands in his. "I would never ever make you to do something you didn't want to do...and I would never purposefully hurt you. I need you to know that. Do you know that, (Y/N/N)?"

"Yes," you whispered, nodding slowly.

"Good...because I mean it. I can't do any more one night stands or casual hookups or friends with benefits situations. I can't handle any of those things anymore than I can pretend I don't need you. And I do need you, (Y/N/N). I need you in every way a person can possibly need another...mentally, emotionally, physically--all of it. You're the best part of my fucked up life and I don't want to lose you."

It was rare to see Dean so open and vulnerable. This was one of the very few times you'd been witness to it, but this was, by far, the most emotional moment you'd ever shared with him. You wanted to respond, to say all the things you'd carried in your heart for years, but you couldn't think of a single word to say.

Your silence dragged on long enough that Dean began to worry he'd crossed a line he shouldn't have...a line he couldn't uncross. "Please, (Y/N)," he begged. "Say something."

"I'm sorry," you said quickly, realizing you'd been silent too long. Dean's face fell and you knew he believed you were about to reject him. You placed your hands against his chest in a calming manner, desperate to infuse your love in the touch.

"You're not going to lose me, Dean," you assured him. "I'm not going anywhere...my place is here, with you. This is where I belong--where I want to be. Wherever you are is home to me."

He didn't need grand gestures or romantic poetry. He didn't need some eloquent speech about how much you loved him. All he needed was to hear your sweet voice saying he was your 'home' and he was a goner.

When his lips met yours for the second time, everything felt different. It was as if all the moments of his life before this were in black and white and he was seeing in color for the first time. He felt alive in a way he'd forgotten--whole, in a way he'd never experienced.

He'd had very few positive relationships in his past and most of them ended bloody. He'd thought he'd been in love before, but those feelings paled in comparison to the way he felt about you. This was love, a love so real--so lasting--it was branded into his very soul.

His fingers gripped the edge of your shirt again and this time, you allowed him to remove it. "Fuck," he groaned, hungry eyes trained on your naked chest. "No bra?"

"I wanted to be comfortable."

His large, calloused hands gripped your heavy breasts and he gently kneaded the supple flesh. "I want my girl to be comfortable all the time," he murmured. "So I think we should burn all your bras."

Your soft chuckle morphed into a moan as his lips found one of your nipples. You rolled your hips against him, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

Dean wanted to take his time with you and he was thoroughly enjoying his current activities, but it seemed you had other plans in mind.

"Dean," you whined. "Need you."

He gave your nipple one last gentle lick before lifting his head. "I'm right here, baby."

You rolled your hips against his throbbing cock and he groaned. Clearly you wanted more and he was in no position to deny you anything.

He gripped you tightly and stood up. You yelped in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned around so your back was to the couch and he slowly lowered you down, placing you on the couch in front of him. He kneeled down and looked up at you, eyes dark with desire.

His hands slid slowly up your thighs, coming to a stop at the hem of your pants. "Can I take these off?"

You nodded rapidly.

He smirked and began to peel your leggings down at a painfully slow pace. You whined in annoyance, but Dean simply smiled. "Patience, sweetheart."

Finally, your pants, and subsequently your underwear, were tossed onto the floor, leaving you completely bare before him. There was a small part of you that felt self-conscious being naked in front of Dean. It was always uncomfortable for you the first time you found yourself in this position with a new man, but Dean was different. You weren't sure if it was the hunger in his gaze, the affection he clearly had for you, or the love you felt for him...you felt safe, you felt comfortable, and you felt loved. That was all that mattered.

Dean licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy to him. He groaned softly, spreading your legs wider to get an even better view.

"Now that's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he murmured. He slid a finger between your folds to collect some of your juices before bringing the finger to his mouth. He sucked it clean with a moan of enjoyment. "Delicious."

Before you had time to react, Dean had grabbed your hips and dragged you forward so you were closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth was on you in an instant, feasting on you like he might never eat again.

Your head fell back against the cushion and soft moans began to stream from your lips. Your legs rested on his shoulders and your hand gripped his hair tightly. Salacious sounds filled the room and you were glad Sam was gone for the night. You had a feeling it was only going to get louder.

Dean's experience in the bedroom was very evident as he ate you out. He was extremely skilled, but more importantly he paid attention to you. He was desperate to learn exactly what drove you wild and he wouldn't stop until he'd mapped out all of your pleasure points.

"Dean," you gasped softly, grip on his hair tightening.

He knew you were close, the way your legs began to tremble and your grip on his hair indicating your impending orgasm like a flashing neon sign.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place so you couldn't squirm away. With expert precision, Dean spelled his own full name against your clit with his tongue, sending you into a spiral of moaning, shaking bliss.

Dean continued to lap up your juices as you came down, and to your surprise, he didn't stop, even as you began to tug on his hair in earnest. "Please, Dean! Too much," you pleaded.

Dean sucked your little bundle of nerves into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot and began to drag his fingers along it repeatedly. The shock waves of pleasure had you changing your pleas to moans in seconds.

Your pussy gripped his fingers like iron and he couldn't wait to feel you grip his cock in the same fashion. He hadn't even been inside you yet and he already knew he would never want another woman's body the way he wanted yours.

"Dean!" you cried out, thick thighs squeezing his head, hips gyrating against his mouth as you came once again.

He lapped up everything you had to give him hungrily--wishing he could stay between your legs forever. This time, however, he allowed you to pull him up by his hair.

You were completely breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. Dean licked his lips and wondered how sexy you'd look riding him, breasts bouncing as he slammed up into you.

"I think," you mumbled, "you have...too much...clothing on."

He laughed at your breathless remark. He had to agree with your sentiment, so he stood up and removed his shirt quickly. When he stood, you were rewarded with a nice view of his erection pressing against the confines of his sweats.

He smiled at you and slowly lowered his pants, revealing his very large member. The tip was red and throbbing, precum leaking from the slit. You licked your lips and eyed him hungrily, wanting to wrap your lips around it with a desperation that surprised you.

"Sit," you begged.

Dean smirked and obliged, sitting down beside you. You slid off the couch and crawled the short distance to settle between his legs.

Your soft hands wrapped around his cock and he groaned softly. "You're so big," you whispered.

"Your hands are small," he teased.

"But my mouth isn't."

Dean didn't have the time to process your sassy comment before your mouth wrapped around him and you began to suck his cock in earnest.

"Holy fuck-" he groaned, head falling back against the cushion.

He tangled his hand in your hair and gently guided your head as you began to take his cock deeper into your throat. You flexed the back of your tongue as you did so and he groaned loudly.

Having gotten the reaction you'd desired, you did the same move a couple more times, allowing his cock to almost leave your mouth before sucking him deep into your throat.

His grip on your hair tightened and his hips thrust forward, causing you to gag slightly. Instead of trying to lift off him, you breathed deeply through your nose and held steady, relaxing your throat as best as you could.

"Baby, you're doing so good for me," Dean murmured. "Making me feel amazing."

You moaned around his cock and reached between his legs to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked slightly at the action, causing you to smirk.

You continued to suck his cock until he tugged your hair a little more harshly. "You gotta stop, doll, or I'm gonna cum."

You hummed in disappointment, but allowed him to pull you off his cock with a soft popping sound. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes and beckoned you towards him.

"Come up here, baby. I wanna touch you," he begged.

You climbed onto the couch with him, straddling his legs once again. You lowered yourself slowly, rubbing his cock against your wet core. You leaned forward to kiss him and repeated the action. He moaned against your lips before pressing his tongue against them, demanding entry.

You parted your lips and kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to assert dominance. The kiss was passionate and loving, but the fire that burned inside of both of you in that moment only cared about pleasure.

"I need to be inside you," Dean whispered against your lips.

"Please," you begged him, rutting against him once more.

He gripped his cock tightly and lined himself up with your entrance. Once the tip pressed against your tight opening, he released his grip, hands settling on your hips to help guide you down.

You moaned softly as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock--the stretch both painful and enjoyable all at once. He was larger than you were accustomed to, both in girth and in length, and it almost felt as if you were a virgin all over again.

You had to lean forward, pressing your body against his for support as you lowered yourself down completely. You'd never felt so full, your toes curled at the mere feeling.

"You okay, baby?" Dean murmured, hands gently rubbing soothing circles into your back as he allowed you time to adjust.

"Never better," you whispered in reply.

You pulled yourself up into a proper sitting position and gasped as he somehow sank even deeper into you.

Dean worried he'd hurt you until he saw the look in your eye. His concern quickly turned to a smirk of pride. He pressed his hand against your lower abdomen and growled, "You feel that, baby? I'm so deep inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."

You moaned softly, his words having the desired effect on you. You rolled your hips a little and he hissed softly.

"Fuck, doll."

He gripped your hips as you started to move, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly.

His lips attached themselves to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone--anywhere he could reach. He was reveling in the feeling of your soft body against his muscular one, your curves providing him with plenty of flesh to hold on to.

"You feel so good, baby," he moaned in your ear. "Pussy squeezing me so tight--can hardly breathe."

"Feels good, Dean," you whimper.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? Stretching you just right--you were made for me."

You preened at the praise, which only made him want to praise you more.

"This perfect body of yours makes me feel so good, sweetheart. You take my cock so well. Wanna stay here forever just making you feel good--listening to those sweet sounds you make. Fuck, never wanna stop."

You loved his praise, but your thighs were starting to get tired from the exertion. Dean could feel you slowing down, so he pulled you forward, pressing your chest flush against his.

"I've got you, baby. Let me take over," he whispered.

You gripped his shoulders and nodded, more than willing to allow him to take control.

As soon as he felt your body relax against him, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and began to piston up into you. He held you tightly against him to prevent you from moving too much.

"Dean!" you cried, nails digging into his shoulders.

His cock pressed into your g-spot with each thrust and in a matter of moments, you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna cum for me? Huh?" Dean asked huskily. "You gonna coat my cock with your sweet cum, baby? Cum for me, sweet girl. Wanna feel it."

You loved the way he begged and it had you coming undone in an instant. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around his cock. It took all of his focus not to cum along with you.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "I'm gonna cum soon, doll. Where you want it?"

"Inside me," you begged. "Please, Dean--fill me up."

"Oh, fuck-" Dean moaned loudly as he came, coating your walls with his seed.

After a few more thrusts, Dean stilled. He continued to hold you tightly against him, needing to feel you close to him as he came down from his high.

He rubbed your back soothingly and placed a soft kiss to your damp hairline. "You were so good for me, (Y/N/N)."

You kissed his shoulder. "Felt so good, Dean."

He smiled and squeezed you tighter. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of the woman he loved pressed against his chest.

His cock had begun to soften and his cum was leaking out of you and onto his thighs, but he couldn't be bothered. Taking care of you was his one and only priority.

"Do you need some water, sweetheart?" he asked softly.

You shook your head.

"Food?"

You shook your head again.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he begged.

You finally lifted your head to look him in his eyes. "I know it's cliché to say I love you after sex, but I don't care. I love you, Dean...I love you wholly and completely."

Dean nearly breathed a sigh of relief at your admission. "I can't even begin to express how happy it makes me to hear you say those words. I've been pushing the feeling down for years, but I can't do it anymore, (Y/N). I love you with everything I have--it might not be much, but it's yours. You have me forever--mind, body, and soul."

You smiled and gently caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You kissed him softly, which he immediately returned in kind.

When you separated, you noticed a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes. "Dean?"

"What are your thoughts about round two in my bedroom?"

You laughed lightly. "Are you gonna kick me out of your bed at 2am?"

"Not if you don't snore," he teased.

You smacked his shoulder affectionately and he laughed. "You're lucky you're so damn cute."

He grinned. "Actually, I'm adorable."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know, I think I like the idea of round two."

Dean smiled and pulled you even closer. "Hold onto me, sweetheart."

You gripped him tightly and he stood up, holding you to his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he headed towards his bedroom.

When he entered his room, he gently tossed you onto the bed, earning a soft giggle from your lips. He climbed on top of you, pressing sweet kisses to your skin for several moments before finally kissing your soft lips.

"I'm glad you skipped 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' this year," you murmured.

He smiled. "Me too, baby. I think it's more 'Attached Drifter Christmas' now."

You laughed. "I love you, you dork."

He kissed you again. "Not as much as I love you."

The two of you spent the next couple hours continuing to explore each other's bodies, experiencing blinding pleasure over and over again.

Nothing could ever compare to the love you felt for each other, and in spite of everything, you both fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, dreaming of the beautiful future ahead.

[lizzybeeee]

THE ENTIRE DRAGON AGE AMA IS A DUMPSTER FIRE

They avoided all the high-rated questions with genuine criticism (not blind hate!) and went for questions that were safer and allowed them more leeway. After that awful IGN article and that treatment of Davrin...God, just put it down. I have no faith that BioWare will be able to continue Dragon Age or Mass Effect with the respect it deserves.

Edit - They had an opportunity for genuine discussion with fans who were concerned/unhappy with the way Veilguard was -> people unhappy with the story, the marketing, the lack of 'RP' options in an RPG, etc... Instead they just doubled-down even more, avoiding those critical questions, with no real acknowledgement that fans have very reasonable problems with this game.

Some Highlights & My Initial Ramblings Below:

The Executors

"They attempt to manipulate events in the most subtle way they can manage."

So, very clear that they're not simply observers of what is happening in Thedas: they're manipulators...

"Magical Illuminati Confirmed! Lizard People Did 9:30 Dragon!!!!"

All that complexity of character -> his hatred of Orlais, his experience as a general, his relationship with Cailain, and the influence of Howe...all diminished. Any influence from a shadow cabal is too much influence - all the humanity of Loghain's choices/consequences...God, what a waste.

Not to mention what this does to other events/characters in the series -> they imply they've been intervening as far back as the magisters breaking into the golden city. I do not find this compelling! At all!

2. Solas and the Executors

Oh my god, he sounds like such a fucking Mary-Sue I'm so sick of Solas at this point -> "Actually, I know more about the Executors than anyone alive - not even the rest of the Gods know as much as me."

("I'm also, like, an Ancient Elven God, I'm responsible for the Blight and the Veil, and I kind of locked the Gods away cause they were evil - but, like, I'm really sad about it. Also the Herald of Andraste thinks I'm cute <3")

<- Previous comments: massive oversimplification, obviously

But I miss the days when not everything was about Solas. It removes so much interest and wonder in this world when the fucking egg is behind it all. I loved him as a character in DAI and now I just feel this bone deep tiredness when I see his stupid face.

Don't you dare threaten to bring Gareth David-Lloyd back -> keep him away from this mess!

3. The Fate of the Rest of the Evanuris

Yay. I'm so looking forwards to "The Return of the Elves: Electric Boogaloo 2" - it was done so well the first time!

"It was the elves all along!"

The only character with any potential to be interesting is Andruil*, but how they handled all this lore was done so shallowly and so poorly that I find it hard to give a damn anymore. Not to mention that the game literally mentions Ghilan'nain mourning Andruil - so is this a retcon/redirection/or have you confirmed that one of the most interesting members of the Evanuris' is dead?

*interesting in that she's established in lore to potentially have a tonne of really cool things attached to her (the void armour, the great weapon she has etc...). The rest of the evanuris are nowhere near as well established as she is.

4. Southern Thedas, Sociopolitical Issues, and Future Games

NOW YOU WANT TO INCORPORATE GEO-POLITCAL EXPLORATION?? You avoided any meaningful discussion like the plague in DATV but now you're acknowledging it?? OkaY. okAy.

They couldn't even give us the long-term ramifications of the mage/templar war how the hell am I supposed to believe that they will be able to pull off 'elven gods are real' etc...? For a game series that totes : your choices matter -> they have not proven that they have been able to show that in a meaningful way. They literally cleaned the slate with this game to avoid doing that.

So, what, does that mean that the Veil is never going to come down now? Or are you going to have the entirety of Thedas build themselves up again just to have the Veil fall and send things into chaos once more?

What a fatalistic, miserable outcome for Thedas -> why the fuck would anyone bother to live in Thedas if you're going to keep throwing meteorites at them? By all means, change/conflict has to happen for the series to move forwards...but this is just so miserable at this point.

(The Elder Scrolls, at least, gives people room to breathe between crisis' or sets them up in different areas of the world! Bethesda treats past installments/your decisions with greater respect than DATV does.)

Even, then, if the Veil remains up, that means that the spirits are just trapped in the Fade being miserable for the rest of existence. The entire series has been humanizing spirits, from Justice to Cole, and now they're just throwing in the towel? I guess they can stay in the fade now! Problem solved!

What do you mean the Evanuris are not a threat anymore? IN A PREVIOUS QUESTION YOU LITERALLY SAID SOME ARE STILL POTENTIALLY KICKING AROUND THE BLACK CITY?

Weakened, sure, but Solas was 'weak' in DAI. You're giving yourself an out if you decide to go back to the elves again. Please do, I'd love more content on how the elves alone fuck everything up!

5. More Southern Thedas, the Chantry, and Tevinter

Thanks for the confirmation that things in the South are so fucked up that they have to work alongside the 'Slave Capital' of the known world to rebuild!

Slavery was one of the biggest things that caused a rift between the north/south chantry system -> one of the reasons why there were exalted marches -> a uniting belief in the south is that slavery is fucked. They didn't address slavery in DATV - what hopes are there that they will do so effectively in a future game?

Don't tell me that Dorian fixes everything off screen either -> either he solves slavery off-screen or the south is being forced to work the slaver-capitol because their land is nuked and they have no ground to stand on.

I'm so thrilled.

6. Solas and the Idol / The Blight

I will never get over Solas fucking curing the Blight off-screen and no one asking questions/giving a shit. Hello?? The Hero of Ferelden would like a word with you???

So the Blight is calcified in Minrathous, at least, but everywhere further away is still fucked! Once more, the South is doomed to suffer from the long-term effects that regular blights have -> not to mention the red lyrium (which still exists according to the AMA) across the south.

I don't care; it's lame. It's a lame way to conclude the blight and I hate it. This game did not earn 'cure the blight from thedas' at all. You could have had us learn how to soothe a titan and see how that can diminish the blight but you did it this way.

Another 'magical ritual' because Solas has such a good track record with them lmao.

7. The Agents of Fen'Harel / The War with the Qun / The Crows

Turned him against the idea of being a leader???!!

Fen'harel's Call to the Elven People After the events at the Winter Palace, elves left the Inquisition under mysterious circumstances, as did elven servants across Thedas. None could say where they went, but those who believed the Inquisitor's story about Fen'Harel wondered just how large the Dread Wolf's forces were... and what the ancient elven rebel had planned. This is from the Trespasser Epilogue, Epler!

Your concept art for Joplin literally had him as a leader of a faction of elves. Just be honest that it's a retcon and you changed course - don't try to save face with this reasoning.

About the Antaam: "We needed some big mindless bad guys to fight and so we did this because we didn't want to address the Qunari War/Invasion we set up in Trespasser".

You had to canonize Sten as being alive and Arishok in order for this reasoning to work -> you didn't even come up with an alternative Arishok to take Sten's place.

Yeah, the exchange that set up the Crows we see in the game as "idealists" did not make the game. I can confirm that!

I'm sorry, "Caterina kept Illario in check?" as in, 'kept him an idealist and not the usual Crow'? The woman that beat him with a cane and starved him and his cousin to train them as Crows. Fuck off.

lmao -> tell me you're coming up with this on the spot without telling me that you're coming up with this on the spot.

8. World State Discrepancies - Isabela

Outright ignores the very real criticism about the marketing from this game and World States.

"there are absolutely places where we unintentionally suggested there was a hard canon (...that Isabela is always assumed to have joined Hawke's party.)"

Unintentional?

Excuse me, you have her talk about Merrill and the Kirkwall Crew as family - that was not unintentional in the slightest. Not to mention Sten, Blackwall, Sera, and Cole are canonized as being part of your world state no matter what.

You had a story you wanted to tell - one that only fit a few world states - and you went ahead with it and disregarded those choices. Don't try and lie about this all being a big misunderstanding.

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Edit - They could have taken the opportunity to address the very reasonable criticisms that people had with this game but they cherry-picked questions and avoided/minimized anything remotely critical.

They could have provided us some insight into the game development time but each time they approached the topic they settled for "we're happy with what we delivered and it was well optimized."

They had an opportunity to acknowledge that people were bothered by the handling of the lore/stories (to potentially mention they could course-correct/ rethink their plans) but instead they doubled down on everything that they did and even 'justified' some decisions. They doubled down on the Executors, Solas's changing motivations, the destruction of Southern Thedas, and the elves/Solas being at the heart of everything etc...

This AMA basically confirmed that the only reason they did what they did to the south was for a reset -> It's not a compelling or fulfilling narrative to have everything we've done reset back to ground zero off-screen. BioWare games differentiate themselves from other RPG's by their import system from previous games - it was compelling and exciting! With DATV they set the expectation that BioWare can outright throw out entire games worth of choices/build up, not solely retcon them.

Justifying your choice to water down the lore/world of your story by saying you'll address it in the 'next game' does not instill me with confidence, BioWare! It doesn't explain that lack of it in this game either!

They avoided every question that, rightfully so, pointed out the misleading comments made by devs in the pre-order period of the game:

the fact that there were only 3 imported choices from previous games was leaked by a reviewer -> BioWare was vague from the start about choices

that this game was the most 'romantic' in the series

that world states/ headcanons wouldn't be disrespected

that there are 'lore' reasons for bad darkspawn design

that there are lasting, impactful choices/consequences to be made in this game

that the lore/world was not watered or toned down

that companions are deep and you can disagree with them etc...

BioWare's behavior towards their customers in the lead up period to this games release was downright scummy. I absolutely felt misled after playing the game for myself and recalling what I read in interviews put out. While EA is undoubtedly poison, you can't hold them solely accountable for this.

I feel for the individual developers who worked on this in what was undoubtedly a toxic environment from EA - but I feel that it's pretty clear that BioWare itself has a lot of problems within and in their leadership/executives. Working for EA does not give them an excuse to mislead their customers.

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I already had a very grim outlook on the franchise from the end of DATV but this literally look my interest out the back and sent it to God. What a disaster.

[deadlysoupy]

i swear i think bumblebee gets more confident the more his actual confidence goes down. it makes sense trust me guys

in a safe environment, among friends or allies, he acts tough for the others to see that he's capable (and he is!). he boasts to make himself look bigger, feel bigger, than he is. he's little, but he's enthusiastic, and he has many skills to back it up, just point the way to him and he can do it no problem! but we all know there's no way he doesn't struggle with self-esteem. hate plague said so i'm not just grasping at straws here (i may be)

in an unsafe environment, among enemies, he acts threatening and talks big to intimidate them. like "you shouldn't mess with me!" even though he loses very often (as a bee fan this is objectively true, he's good at other things, just not fighting), he still needs to appear big to avoid fighting. and in general it's not a good strategy to reveal your weaknesses to enemies

in solitude though, when he's alone with his thoughts, he blames himself for everything. he analyses everything he did wrong, which, sure, he knows where his faults lie, but it's also very harmful to him. you think he blames breakdown for the betrayal? in the heat of the moment, maybe, but in the end i think he convinces himself that he didn't do enough for his brother, that he didn't find a way to stay in his life, that actually he's the reason he gave up their friendship so easily

earthspark bumblebee when i fucking get you. when i fucking get my hands on you

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Hi,

There's a stray cat (very friendly, no collar or anything) wandering our street and he's very skinny so we were thinking of trying to put out food for him and hopefully in a couple months take him in (or at least bring him to a vet to be neutered and released if not).

I was wondering if you had any advice / stuff to watch out for from your experience taking care of Diesel?

Not really. Cats that are socialised young enough are generally pretty easy to bribe with food over time, in my experience; if he's friendly, he should fall in love with you pretty quickly. (Cats that are unsocialised young will very occasionally socialise themselves but are almost always a waste of time, but it sounds like he's been socialised so you shouldn't have problems).

Don't touch him before he wants you to unless there's some kind of emergency (in which case, use a cat trap, but if there's no emergency don't bother); that's a great way to make him wary of you and also get bitten by his horrible plague mouth (cat bites are very prone to infection). Cats are generally easy beasts to deal with if you respect their autonomy and their personal space.

If he's outside and starving, he might have various fleas, internal parasites, and other minor but treatable health problems. Cats are particularly prone to a variety of worms, as well as eye infections. Your vet will tell you how to deal with these, and explain to you how to give him a dewormer and bathe him if he needs bathing (most cats don't ever need bathing, but if he's young and filthy he might need one when you take him in.)

Most socialised cats like to sleep inside where it is safe and warm, so if you feed him for a bit then there's a really good chance that you can just open the door one day and let him into your house. This is especially likely if he's lived in a house before. Some socialised cats who have secure lodgings already in some drainpipe or basement or something will avoid this, but in the vast majority of cases a friendly cat will happily just come inside. So you shouldn't have any trouble "catching" him, unless you have other cats or dogs in there that he might want to avoid.

The one thing that I would warn of is that most outdoor cats I've dealt with have had some level of PTSD. When Diesel started hanging out with me I had to watch him carefully to learn what sorts of things would make him panic (sudden movements or approaching him from specific angles, touching him when he is asleep), and what sorts of things triggered his hypervigilance and put him on high alert. The triggers are different for different cats; some hate enclosed spaces or heights (things that most cats love), or won't eat without somebody standing guard, or need to be able to see the door to the room at all times. These quirks are generally not hard to deal with; just don't do stuff to your cat that upsets them (unless you have to, like for medical reasons) and you'll be fine.

If you want information on anything complicated that shows up with him (unlikely; cats are generally very easy beasts to deal with), there's a wealth of great information from cat fosterers and rescuers on youtube.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

One part of me was left behind | Niragi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Death - Bullying - Foreing!Reader - Xenophobia - WHAT I WRITE ABOUT JAPANESE PPL DOES NOT REPRESENT THEM !! - Blood - ANGST - grammar mistakes -

When Niragi first over hear that a new student was going to join his school in the middle of the year he did not give it a second thought.

He was after all, a loser. No one wanted to hang up with him fearing they would end being bullied too.

And on top of that you were a girl, of course you will avoid him like a plague.

"SILENCE! We will now let our new student introduce herself, pleasen come in"

The moment you entered the class a silence cold as the worse winter fell. No one mentioned that you were not japanese....

You gave a nervous yet friendly smile introducing yourself in japanese, there was an accent of course, but they could still understand you. You knew that since you did talk with adults and such and no one had a problem.

You also mentioned from where you were and how you hoped to get along the rest of the year.

No one clapped or smiled back. In fact they looked....disgusted by you. You wanted to think it was your mind playing games on you, but after you took a seat besides a girl and asked to see her book only to get a rude response you knew it.

They did not like you.

~~~~~~~

The next days were chaos for you. No one would talk to you, at least directly, whenever you tried to make up conversation they would fake not understanding you.

Then they would whisper how your accent was too thick and how strange you looked, how you just did not fit.

Thats why after one week of being the center of jokes at the cafeteria you took your lunch to a part of the school that was away from everyone.

It was truly a sad scene, you taking small bites of your bento (and of course they said how you must have stole it from someone, from a true japanese), and drinking water.

"You are in my spot" a voice said

You looked up truly suprised to see anyone here and more, talking to you.

Niragi adjusted his glasses and looked around avoiding your gaze. He had seen from day one how bad the school had take you in and how professors ignored it. He did feel bad for you, but honestly? What could he do?

"Uh...sorry i did not think someone would come here. Is" You made a gesture to the place "Rather lonely"

"Its better than being with them" Niragi said, just in last period his lunch had got robbed from his backpack so he had to take a trio to the cafeteria (wrose minutes of his life) to get some food for himself.

Thats why he was late, thats why you ended here in his spot.

"Well, there is plenty of space, we can eat together if you want?"

Shit, what if he was like the rest? What if he also hated you for no reason ?

Niragi blushed at your idea, if he was honest he found you rather cute for the eye, of course he did not know anything about you (to worried living his own hell) but maybe and just maybe you two could get along?

Since he was lost in his mind you took his silence as a no and started to move.

"Forgive me, you must be angry the foreing student took your spot and now is inviting you to eat" You said the last part with a tone of anger.

"N-no its not like that" He exclaimed making you stop "i was just thinking...we can have lunch together, (Y/N) was it? Right?"

For the first time since starting school you smiled, a true smile, not the fake ones you would give professors or to your own parents. Even your eyes reflected the joy you were feeling.

"Yes! Thats me, and you are?"

From that moment a friendship started to grow.

~~~~~~

The bullying did not stop, it even got worse once others noticed how you and Niragi seemed to be friends.

The "Strange couple" or "Nerd and Monster" were your new names. Some would even whisper how you two would go to the bathroom on the fourht floor to do stuff (something that made the school call your and Niragi's parents who almost exploted in range).

But you two survived it. Niragi was a hard shell to break, but he was good and even funny. You two would go to the arcade lots of times. You found out how good he was at shooting games, he even won you a plush one time. And kept saying how it was nothing while blushing.

The first time you two kissed it was spring. It was so cliche. It had been another hell day at school so you two took a walk around a park deciding to go to a near ice cream store.

Maybe it was the slowly but raising temperature or the sakura petals that fell once you two made it into the store.

"You have...some ice cream" Niragi said pointing at your cheeck, you tried to remove it but failed going to get a napkin when you felt his lips on your cheeck on the spot were the ice cream used to be.

Both of you blushed and did not talk all the way back to your place. But you were not going to let it slide so taking his hand in yours and giving him the most loving look someone your age could give you gave him a small kiss on his lips.

~~~~~~~

Years went by, the two of you started to date and your Relationship was beautiful. Niragi did change but so did you, you two were stronger now, more confident and mature.

The two of you were out for a date, just enjoying your time together, he had his arm around your shoulders as you two walked.

Then all went to hell.

~~~~~~~

The Borderlands were a place of fight or die, and luckly you had Niragi and he had you.

The amount of games you two went together and came out alive...the adrenaline, the desesperstion.

All of it was worth it if you two got more time together, if your visas got more days.

Niragi was always at the front, making sure no one and nothing would hurt you, he was your shield like he used to be at school.

And while you too got lucky lots of times....

"No...nononono!! (Y/N) WAKE UP!!" Niragi screamed seeing your body laying on the floor some type of gun innury on your abdomen.

It was a minute, just one minute. You two were together and then got separated.

"You cant leave me!! YOU PROMISED ME, FUCK YOU PROMISED WE WERE GOING TO GET OUT TOGETHER"

Niragi could not stop screaming as he hugged your lifeless body, cold and out of life. Any trace of what you were was gone.

And so was his soul.

Because if Niragi was sure of something, he loved you. He loved you a lot and was sure you two were soulmates. You were is angel, how could he had survived school without you?

"Im gonna kill them, i dont care who did this. I will kill them all"

Soul tainted in range Niragi did it. He killed all the players coming out with lots of blood on his body and you on his arms. He carried you till he found a place where he could bury your body.

"Im sorry, i should have been more careful, im sorry, it should have been me"

One part of Niragi died that night. His good part. The only thing left was a monster, hungry for death and pain, ready to see others suffers as much as possible.

[sockmeat]

Hello! I really like your blog and if i may ask for an Alastor x Lollipop overlord reader? Like reader doesn't look like a demon at all, she's cute, small, looks like a walking cotton candy, she's sweet to everyone and eat sweets. But she is dangerous like she has her dark side. Pretty please and thank you! <3

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𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 --  𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑!𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑺/𝑶 (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 685

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You, a suspiciously cheerful overlord, catch Alastor's eye and fate takes control of your relationship.

(𝐀/𝐍): I mainly focused on the build-up to the relationship since I can't think of anything outside of my romantic hcs :PPP

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): None

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Alastor first saw you as an enemy–a strong one, at that.

♡ You were an overlord, yet you were so sweet and innocent and loved to make people smile, just as he did.

♡ You intrigued him, but he knew better than to take your demeanor as a weakness. He would be stupid to. He knew that no matter how cute and welcoming you seemed, you must’ve done something truly monstrous to get the power you have.

♡ And Alastor found it riveting.

♡  He wanted to know what exactly you were hiding underneath all that candy.

♡ So, he approached you. He expected you to be threatened like any other overlord would be, especially considering his unforgiving reputation, but you were oddly welcoming.

♡ He decided he would meet you within your territory so if a fight were to break out, none of his would be broken.

♡ You weren’t hard for him to find. You were skipping down the streets, leaving a messy trail of cotton candy, lollipops, and sugar-stricken demons.

♡  Alastor greeted you and you didn’t seem all that surprised to see him there.

♡ The two of you made pleasant conversation while the demons around you avoided him like the plague.

♡  Alastor found himself enjoying your company more than he thought he would.

♡  Your carefree attitude was a nice breath of fresh air for him. Usually, people were either aggressive or timid around him, but demons were rarely chipper like you were.

♡ He was so captivated by you, he would often make excuses just for him to spend more time with you.

♡ Originally, he just wanted to observe you–how you operated normally and how you would react when you had an obstacle (that he was often the cause of.)

♡ However, his original plans crumbled when he started to fall for you.

♡ Alastor knew you liked him as well; you were much clumsier and nervous when he was around, something he knew only happened when you were with him because he’s been watching you for so long.

♡ He didn’t confess to you immediately.

♡ He instead chose to tease you, make you flustered and ensure that you really were attracted to him.

♡ He would stay unnecessarily close to you so he could lean down into your face whenever he pleased, give you gifts like sweets (he insists he just found it and hates sweets, but the wrapping is too pristine for road candy,) and insinuate that you two are together and deny it whenever you question him.

♡ Alastor is confident that you’ll be his, so he has no problem letting the chase drag on a little.

♡ You’re actually the one to crack and confess.

♡ While you were helping Alastor cook dinner for everyone, he teased you through lingering touches.

♡ He assigned you to cut the vegetables, chastised you for doing them wrong, then brought you to his chest and put his hands over yours to “show you how it’s done.”

♡ He regularly offered you samples of the food, keeping eye contact while he fed you and asked how you liked it while you were stuttering over your words.

♡ The final straw was when he told you not to get too close to the food or else you’d make it too sweet.

♡ You blurted out your confession before you could think and flushed when you saw his smile widen.

♡ He was very smooth with asking you out–you barely registered that he had actually asked you out before he finished serving dinner and called for everyone to eat.

♡ For your first date, he took you out for dinner where he reserved the entire restaurant for you two.

♡ Your dynamic hadn’t changed much from when you two were just pining.

♡ The only difference was Alastor could actually kiss you now, but he still doesn’t enjoy PDA much, so most people barely notice the change.

♡ You two are partners in crime with a good-cop bad-cop dynamic and strike fear into the citizens of Hell.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[old-lemon-tree]

Sex headcanons for the guys? Dutch, Micah, others.. I would be interested to hear your takes :) just asking generally.

OH! This is a broad one sjdfhjskdfh

I have so many opinions about so many characters. I’m gonna focus on the two you mentioned because otherwise this post is gonna get soooo long lmao. Thank you for asking <3

Still, if anyone’s interested in knowing something more in depth, I’m always up to discuss!

As always, these are only my personal views, don’t take them too much at heart. Ship what you want, read what you want, write what you want. There isn’t a right or wrong way for it.

NSWF under the cut

Dutch

Vers (top-bottom) and Switch (dom-sub). Naturally, he's surrendering control only to indulge his partner—pure magnanimity on his part. (Sure, Dutch.)

He has wildly different approaches to sleeping with men and women, mostly rooted in his romanticized perception of femininity as divine. (This deserves a proper analysis, honestly.)

He’s a yapper with women. Won’t shut up—praises, teases, the cheesiest compliment ever heard to man. Did he read it in a book? Did he come up with that on his own? Who knows, he’s not gonna admit to either.

Flattery? For men? He doesn’t see the point. Unless, of course, he is on the receiving end. In which case, it’s completely normal, proper, and frankly, should happen more often.

If he’s doing something right, better tell him. Otherwise, he’ll ask. Incessantly. Not because he doubts himself—he just likes to hear it, moreso when he's subbing.

When he doms, it's intense. He promises to tease and make it last forever, but he gets overeager fast. He gets off on control in normal situations, just imagine what that does to him in bed.

Pillow Princess when he bottoms. To the point he needs to be physically moved because he won’t on his own.

You’d assume he has an oral fixation for how much he opens his big mouth, and yes. Yes, he has. On that note, he also likes mirrors.

He will be open to try things because he thinks there’s nothing he can’t do. He will promptly escalate them to a dangerous degree because he doesn’t know his own limit. Regardless if he is or isn’t into it, if challenged, he’ll do it again.

He will leave something behind. Maybe it’s an innocently forgotten belonging he'll have to retrive. Maybe it’s the not-so-innocent mark of his teeth. He needs to leave a reminder he was there.

Aftercare is a problem because he gets post-coital hyperactivity. He’ll pace, ramble, plan. Swears his best ideas come with a clear head. Peppy as hell, less controlled, arrogance through the roof. His sarcasm cuts a little too deep. Will get mean if pushed.

Micah

A life spent among outlaws (primarily men) meant female company was scarce and nights were long, boring and lonely. Plenty of opportunities to experiment, plenty of excuses to make.

Sleeping with women is recreational. Sleeping with men is transactional. He needs to gain something out of it, or at least have the impression he is gaining some kind of advantage/upper hand. He’s a master at justifying it.

If he bottoms he’ll fight like hell to pretend he’s simply allowing it. If he sees an opening for topping, he’ll take it. And when he does, it’s dangerous—because he gets nasty about it. Not that it ever feels as good as when he’s on his back—woah, who said that?!

He’s a terrible submissive. Too restless, too grabby, snaps back instead of following orders. Does he want to be put in his place? I mean…

He hates anything that looks too much like intimacy. Touching hands, looking in the eyes (unless there's some power-play involved). He avoids kissing like the plague. Don't try him, he bites.

If he senses vulnerability, he’ll be twice as vicious. If he’s the one unraveling, he’ll only take mockery as a response. Meanness is comfortable—it’s the language he speaks best, the one he understands the most.

He craves praise, but will never ask for it. He’ll try to subtly lure it out, twisting any backhanded comment if he needs to. If he gets nothing, he doesn’t care. He never cared. Really!!!

Vocal. Won’t stop talking and making noises. His dirty talk is abysmal and his attempts at being flirty are on par with the rest of his humor. Crass, cringy and ill-timed.

Runs out of stamina embarrassingly fast. Partly because he forgets to breathe. Partly because he just doesn’t breathe well, period. Anything that obstructs his mouth leaves him gasping—not that he minds.

Amusingly sensitive neck. The softer the touch the most restless he grows. But if someone actually wraps their hand around it or bites him? Hope nobody was expecting this to last much longer.

Has the attention span of a goldfish. Pleasure is nice, but bores him easily. If he’s not being challenged, pushed, or hurt, he zones out.

No afterglow. The moment the high fades, he turns into an irritable wretch.

[leth-writes]

yandere Jason Todd x reader idea

So this is set in a world where yanderes, called ‘protectors’ or ‘protectives’, are in charge, and as a result, are legally allowed to kidnap people. I like to call it the ‘protectorverse’ in my notes; cheesy but effective name.

I’ve been plagued with ideas for the batfam recently, and right now I’m imagining it with Jason…

So think about Jason, and he’s met you a couple of times, right? He’s maybe even saved you a couple of times. He’s starting to recognize you.

And there’s just something… about you. I’m picturing a reader who’s like, kinda quiet, maybe a little bit anxious, just not able to defend themselves well. And if there’s anything that triggers that instinct in him, it’s someone who’s just a bit… weak. He’s got that deep, buried protective instinct, the one he’s spent years and years ignoring, that leftover from when he was younger and smaller and wanted to do something, change the world, instill some of that Robin magic.

And you, you make him feel that Robin magic again, like he can really help someone, can do something that’s not just beating someone up or shooting someone or threatening someone.

And of course, he starts talking to you pretty soon after. He approaches you as a civilian at first, and he’s a bit nervous. In my head, I always picture him as having some scars on his face, kinda like in Gotham Knights (even if I hate the haircut they gave him). He knows he’s a bit intimidating; he’s like 6’4”, huge muscles, scar on his face… But you aren’t scared. You’re perfectly nice, cordial, kind even.

You introduce yourself and the two of you really hit it off. You’re able to tap into that sensitive side, the part that enjoys reading Jane Austen and watching Pride and Prejudice and cuddling with Alfred the Cat.

But, maybe something happens. Someone puts together that Red Hood cares about you, and you’re kidnapped.

He feels rage like he hasn’t in years, not since after he first made it to Gotham, the pit rage tinging everthing green. And when he’s done, he’s drenched in blood and there aren’t any of your kidnappers standing. You’re sitting there, hyperventilating and scared he’s gonna hurt you next, he is the Red Hood after all, and he just can’t deal with seeing you so scared, especially not when it’s aimed at him.

So he turns tail and runs.

He avoids you in civilian life as well. You still haven’t connected him and Red Hood, and while you’re terrified of the latter, you definitely miss your friend.

His family definitely notices he’s acting off. First, they notice a sharp change; he starts being actually nice, he doesn’t fight with Tim or Bruce… they really enjoy finally getting to bond with Jason, especially Bruce. Maybe him and Bruce even team up for a while.

But after you’re kidnapped, they definitely notice him avoiding them. He’s so convinced he’s some unloveable dangerous ticking time-bomb that he’s avoiding everyone he normally associates with, spending more and more time as Red Hood just outright attacking mobsters. He’s subconsciously trying to make the city safer so he never has to see you scared again.

Tim’s particularly frustrated; he thought he was finally going to be able to bond with Jason, and so he starts digging. This eventually leads him to you.

So he approaches Bruce with his findings and explains what he thinks they should do; he wants to kidnap you, force Jason to interact with you and get over his fears. This way, you can’t get hurt, Jason gets to see you, Jason gets to bond with the family… Tim definitely sees it as a win on all fronts.

Bruce doesn’t see a problem with it; hell, he may even start to feel some protective instincts, platonic of course, over you as well. You’re just going about life almost completely obliviously, acting as though Gotham isn’t one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

So they kidnap you. Jason's probably mad at first, but you kinda latch onto him, seeing as you aren't scared of him as much as you are the others.

[aleenuhs]

Arthur with someone who's unconventional attractive, like they don't fit the beauty standard but are pretty in their pwn way, Arthur loves the way they look, for the reader sometimes think they are ugly because no one else thinks they are pretty

⋆In His Eyes

thank u anon <3

warnings: insecure reader, crying, lil bit of angst, comfort, fluff

word count: 652

You always had felt like you weren't as pretty, and on top of that nobody ever told you if you were, it never repaired how you saw yourself. So you avoided mirrors and things that would show your reflection, avoided them like the plague.

You didn't wear what most people wore in your time, just some regular old pants and shirts. Arthur never understood what you felt, he always thought of you as the prettiest person he'd ever seen, and cannot fathom how you treat yourself because of your skewed idea on your own self image.

He noticed the extra precautions you took to avoid showing yourself to anyone, including him.

You looked into the mirror that he had for his shaving kit and sighed.

You walked over to the cot, sitting down and just thinking, you groaned and scooted further onto the cot, holding yourself.

The thought of being ugly haunted you, it wasn't what you wanted, for it wasn't anywhere near what you wanted. All you needed was to be pretty, to feel safe in your skin, to not be afraid. So when Arthur came around telling you how good looking you were, it felt as if you were a fraud, living some kind of lie, or that he was lying to you.

Arthur never lied about it.

Your eyes started to tear up and your face went emotionless, you wanted to hide away. You could feel your lip trembling and your breath hitch at a specific thought.

Oh, but the way Arthur looked at you, like he loved you so much, so easily, yet it took you everything to even love yourself. Maybe you don't deserve him, you kept thinking. The thought of it made your heart physically hurt. You broke and let out a silent sob.

Arthur was walking past his tent when he saw you on the cot, hiding your face. "Hey, hey now... what's wrong?" He immediately walked over to you and sat down next to you. You jumped at the sound of his voice, and his hands on you, you felt so lost looking into his eyes. And he wondered why you were crying.

"M'fine, Arthur." You quickly wiped away your tears and tried to force a smile, but your eyes avoided his gaze. His blueish green eyes looking right into yours. He gritted his teeth upon hearing you try and excuse it. He shook his head.

"No, you're not okay." When he said this, you cried. He hugged you and kept you close. He just let you cry in his arms.

"How can you even love me?" You cried out and he shook his head.

"'Cause who wouldn't, darlin'?" He said softly, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Have you seen me?" You struggled to say as you cried. He nods.

"Yes, I have, and you're beautiful."

It was some time until you stopped, and let the all consuming feeling of his touch consume you.

You sniffled a bit, and he hummed.

"You're everything in my eyes, nothing will ever change that. I want you to know that." He spoke quietly, carefully. "I hate the way you think you're not good enough, 'cause for me, you are everything."

His words soothed you, the way you knew he meant it, his eyes followed his emotions and his emotions followed his words.

He made you feel so much better. "Thank you, for that..." You hardly knew what to say, it was alleviating, the way he took care of you in every problem you had. It made it all fade away slowly, making you feel so much better. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. When you smile, he chuckled.

"There's the smile." He smiled back at you. Oh man, he made you a better person, he made you want to love yourself even with the imperfections that you were so hung up on.

He made it all better.

[peotego]

Unconditionally | James' POV

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Black!reader

Summary: Unconditionally but from James' POV.

Warnings: some swear words, Sirius being an ass in the beginning, my English? (since it’s not my first language)

Words: 3,5k+

Masterlist

In James Potter’s life, there was only one girl.

The only girl he ever had eyes on.

Oh, how he loved to look at her smile or laugh with her friends. How he adored the way she would throw her head back when he told a really funny joke. How absolutely and utterly in love with her he was.

He sometimes looked at her as if she was the one who hung the stars and the moon herself. As if she was the ruler of an old kingdom and he was supposed to serve her night and day. She was the first person he thought about in the morning and the last one in his mind before going to sleep.

But she was also his best friend’s sister.

She was untouchable.

And James Potter was seriously fucked.

He remembered when he first thought about her in a non-friendly way. It was quite soon when she stopped being just a buddy he would hang out with and started being the girl.

It was shortly after the Christmas break in their first year. (Y/N) and Sirius were already on a train and he came in late. (Y/N) was wearing a black dress and that was the first time when James noticed she was actually a girl. Of course, the girls in Hogwarts were wearing skirts as the uniform required it but James never paid a mind to it. However on that very train at the beginning of January, he noticed that one of his mates was a beautiful girl.

He didn’t know what to do with those feelings so he tried talking to his best friend about it.

A bad idea, right? Since his best friend was also a brother of the girl he was developing feelings for.

”Sirius, we need to talk”

”What’s up, mate?” Sirius was lying on his bed mindlessly playing with some spells he read about. Remus was in the common room trying to read a book and Peter was nowhere to be found.

”I think I have a crush on this girl” confessed James. That caught Sirius’ attention as he smiled wickedly.

”Really? Who is she?”

”It’s (Y/N)”

”(Y/N)? As in my sister (Y/N)?”

”Well, yeah”

James looked at his best friend expectantly. He did expect a piece of advice on what to do with those feelings or how to act on them. What he did not expect was the outburst.

Sirius was angry, furious even.

”James, she is my sister, you can’t have a crush on her!” Sirius stood from the bed and looked at James in shock ”She is my sister!” He repeated ”She is off limits for you. If you ever try to pursue her, it will ruin our friendship! Imagine what would happen if things didn’t work out between you two. How am I supposed to pick sides? What would you expect me to do? Side with you? Because I couldn’t do that! She is my family and I would have to pick her over you! Do you really want to ruin our friendship like that? Does it really mean that little to you?”

”Sirius, calm down” James panicked ”It’s just a stupid crush, it will pass”

”It better do, James, because we’re gonna have a big problem”

For a few days, James avoided (Y/N) like a plague. He was only eleven years old and he really thought that by acting on his weird feelings he would completely ruin his friendship with Sirius. It didn't help that by saying "we're gonna have a big problem" James thought Sirius implied he would beat him up.

James would not only lose (Y/N) but also Sirius. So he tried to get over it.

*~*~*

But in their third year, he still had those feelings. He was still crushing on his best friend’s sister. And he was truly terrified.

He started to hate those butterflies that appeared whenever (Y/N) was in the same room, whenever she talked to him, laughed with him, or touched his shoulder.

It was so obvious that Sirius picked on it and started a very serious talk with his friends one night.

”Guys, gather up, we need to talk about something very important” Remus looked at James and raised his eyebrows as if James knew what it was all about. Potter only shrugged his shoulders. When all three boys gathered close to Sirius’ bed, Black started talking.

”You’re probably wondering what is this all about. So let me explain. Birds told me that one of you has unconventional feelings for my sister. Look, I get it. (Y/N) is amazing. She’s smart, funny, kind, and she’s got this incredible smile that can light up a room. Believe me, I know, I live with her. Guys, respect the boundaries. Falling in love with my sister can complicate our friendship and put my sister in a tough spot, and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable or pressured in any way. I want you all to know that I appreciate you guys. We’ve got each other’s backs, we’re like a family. I want to trust you and I want to know that you won’t hurt my sister. Let’s keep the love we have for (Y/N) as sisterly as possible and keep our romantic interests directed somewhere else.”

”What?” Asked Peter when Sirius ended his little TED talk ”Who has a crush on (Y/N)? Is it you Remus?”

”Doesn’t matter” said Sirius quickly ”Just promise me, all of you, that you will never ever fall in love with my sister”

James stared at his best friend in disbelief. He felt betrayed, slapped in the face. What was he supposed to do other than agree to Sirius’ madness?

”Well, I can promise you that,” Remus said as the first one of the group.

”Me too” added Peter.

Sirius looked expectantly at James as the other two of their friends also looked his way. So as not to look suspicious, James shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

”Yeah, sure, I have my eyes on a different girl, I think she’ll be the future Mrs Potter” James lied. It was so easy to do so that he was surprised himself.

”Oh, yeah? Who is she?” Sirius didn’t believe him at all, he still remembered the conversation they had in their first year, and he still remembered the way James looked at his sister with lovey-dovey eyes.

”It’s… Lily Evans!” James himself was surprised when he heard what he had said. Lily Evans was one of (Y/N)’s friends, they were inseparable, always sitting together, laughing together, or whispering about some secrets during dinner. It was an obvious choice. Simple.

”My, my, James” Sirius smirked ”Then we have to ensure you go on a date with Evans soon!”

From that day forward James Potter pursued Lily Evans, even though he never liked her as more than a friend. But he wanted Sirius to stop being suspicious of him.

So he declared his love for the redhead girl the next morning to the whole school.

*~*~*

As years went by James’ feelings for (Y/N) only grew stronger. Each encounter with Sirius’ sister became an exquisite torture, a stolen sip from a well of emotions. He observed her, like a creepy stalker.

In the deepest parts of him, James harbored an affection, silent and concealed, a love he knew was not his to claim. He was a prisoner of this affection, torn between loyalty to his best friend and the magnetic pull of his heart towards his best friend’s sister.

When during one party in their 6th year Marlene suggested a game of Spin the Bottle, James was excited. That was his way to steal a kiss from the girl of his dreams without Sirius growing suspicious of him. It was only a game after all, right?

But when Remus mentioned that he shared his first real kiss with (Y/N) Black, James saw green. He sulked in his seat sending daggers into his friend’s back. If looks could kill, Remus would be long dead by now. And when he got to be the first one to kiss her in the game, years later, James’ angry fist hit the floor a little too much which made Mary look at him with a smirk.

As the game progressed James became more desperate so without his friends knowing he enchanted the bottle when (Y/N) spun it so it would definitely land on him.

He watched as her eyes went wide with the realisation of who she was supposed to kiss and James was scared for a minute that she would choose to tell the truth and drink instead of kissing him. But she didn’t. And he couldn’t be happier.

Her demeanor quickly changed and she smirked wickedly while saying ”Two out of three. Better get ready Peter”

Sirius shouted something about this whole situation being disgusting but James paid no mind to him. He was definitely too drunk to care. Slowly he got up from the place where he sat on the floor and made his way to (Y/N). When he positioned himself before her, he looked deep into her eyes and, oh Merlin, how he loved those eyes. Those eyes held the power over him. He marveled at the way they sparkled like stars in a night sky. He loved the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, how he could read her like an open book only by one look.

James put his hand on (Y/N)’s cheek and leaned into her. When his lips crushed on hers James could swear he saw fireworks. And when she kissed him back with just as much force he could only smile into the kiss. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth while she grasped his shirt trying to bring him closer. Oh, sweet Merlin, James could only dream about a moment like that. When (Y/N) bit his lower lip he couldn’t help but moan.

James tried bringing her closer to him if that was even possible, but his drunk self had too much strength and they fell to the ground, (Y/N)’s body under his.

”That’s enough, Prongs, it’s my sister” Sirius’ strong arms pulled James from (Y/N). Potter couldn’t help himself and grimaced but luckily Sirius didn’t see anything because he helped his sister get up. The only person who saw his face was Lily as she smiled at him knowingly.

*~*~*

That same night when the girls went to their dorm, Sirius started a conversation.

”How is it, Prongs, that you’re supposedly in love with Evans but couldn’t get enough of my sister while kissing her, hm? I thought you two were gonna have sex right in front of us”

”Padfoot, please, stop it already. We talked about it in our third year”

”Yeah, I remember, but I can’t shake the feeling that you lied to me”

”Padfoot…”

”He’s not wrong, James,” said Peter getting ready for bed ”You two looked very… comfortable”

”Horny, Wormtail, the word you were looking for is horny” added Sirius. ”See? I’m not the only one seeing this!”

”You’re all delusional. I’m going to bed”

So the next day during breakfast James shouted how much he loved Lily Evans even though it wasn’t true. And Evans kinda looked disappointed.

*~*~*

When the summer break between their 6th and 7th year at Hogwarts came, Sirius and (Y/N) spent it at the Potters. And while James couldn’t be more happy about it he was also angry that his best friend tried to be everywhere with them. Sirius wouldn’t leave (Y/N) and James alone even for one minute.

So when Sirius felt sick, James tried to twist the situation to his advantage and asked (Y/N) if she wanted to stargaze with him.

”Jamie, your father wants me to marry you,” she said unexpectedly and James felt shivers run down his spine. He would kill Fleamont Potter for his big mouth later.

”What?!”

”Yeah, crazy, right? He thinks I’m your mystery girl”

Because you are and he knows it, thought James to himself.

”Oh, and what did you tell him?”

”That it’s definitely not me. That I know the girl you have a crush on and he said that we’ll see”

”I have no idea why he said that, I’m very sorry” After what she said James thought that she wasn’t interested in him in any way. He needed to protect his own heart. So he distanced himself.

”No big deal, Potter”

While James was sulking and drowning in his own unrequited feelings, (Y/N) suddenly spoke again.

”James”

”(Y/N)”

”I’ve been thinking about you and Lily for a while”

What?

”Oh?”

”Yeah. I think she doesn’t deserve you”

That’s interesting, thought James.

”How so?”

”You see, Jamie, you’ve been trying to get the girl since we were thirteen years old and she’s still not even slightly interested in going on a date with you. She’s always laughing at you, turning you down. I don’t think that’s very good for you. I get that you’re in love with her but maybe you should start thinking about yourself a little bit?”

A stupid, stupid heart that started to beat faster. A glimmer of hope appeared inside of James.

”What do you mean?”

”You deserve the world, James Potter. You deserve a girl who will be madly in love with you. You deserve a girl who will love you unconditionally. You are a good guy. Sure, you have your faults. We all have them. But you should be loved the way you love other people - wholeheartedly. I don’t think Lily is the right girl for you. I'm also not saying you should do whatever I’m telling you right now. I just believe you should think about it a little bit and decide if it’s even worth it. Because you, James Potter, are definitely worth it and it’s her loss if she cannot see that”

If James Potter was confused before, imagine him in that moment. (Y/N) Black made no sense to him. She said that he should look for a girl that would give him all the love he deserved but she didn’t see that she was the girl he already loved.

So James did what he always did when he was confused. He joked.

”Wow, Black, do you have a crush on me or something?”

”You’re also an idiot” She slapped his shoulder and just like that they got back to where they started - to being just friends, which James hated by the way. "I’m your friend, I just hate to see you struggling so much."

”You are a good mate, (Y/N) Thank you for always looking out for me”

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

He didn’t mean to say it.

But what are you supposed to say to the girl you love when you’re not sure if she harbors the same feelings for you?

He gently took her hand In his and interceded their fingers. How he longed for that to mean more.

”Always”

*~*~*

After that conversation, when their 7th year began, James Potter promised himself that he would do absolutely everything in his power to convince (Y/N) Black that they were meant to be. So he stopped pursuing Lily Evans and after a long talk with her, when she advised him to just stop listening to Sirius and finally get the girl of his dreams, he began thinking about his master plan.

James Potter did everything a boy romantically interested in a girl would do, at least that's what he thought. He always sat next to her in classes, and he partnered up with her which made Sirius angry, he sat with her in the library and just watched as she was doing her homework, he walked her to her classes even when they had different ones and it meant he would be late to his.

So when the time came in October, when the Marauders’ prank was planned to happen, James was excited. He was the one who told the Ravenclaw prefect to be in that specific corridor at that time, he even paid him to be there. So when he started to chase the group and Remus suggested scattering, James paid no mind to anybody else while he grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and dragged her to the broom closet nearby.

And in that broom closet, he was finally able to confess his feelings. When (Y/N) said she reciprocated his feeling he couldn’t help himself.

But then the realisation came and James was mortified.

If he thought that the conversation with Sirius Black wasn’t going to be a big problem, he must have been an idiot. He had the girl of his dreams but he was scared to death with the thought of losing his best friend. In all of his master plan, James Potter didn’t think beyond the moment of saying ”I love you” in the broom closet. He wouldn’t dare to dream about (Y/N) reciprocating his feelings.

So now he had a problem.

(Y/N) and James dated in secret for a month while James thought about how to break the news to his best friend. (Y/N) only laughed at his imaginary scenarios because she thought her brother wouldn’t have that big of a problem.

She was right, Sirius Black grew up since they were all thirteen years old.

But James Potter was still scared.

”Padfoot,” said James looking in the direction of his best friend. Sirius was lying on the bed just like he was six years ago when they first talked about it. Remus was reading a book nearby while Peter was looking franticly for his Transfiguration essay. ”I need to talk to you”

”What’s up, Prongs? You have an idea for our next prank? Because I think (Y/N) mentioned something about invading Slytherin common room and painting it red and gold and I would love to do that”

”No, but it does concern (Y/N)”

”I'm all ears ten”

”Remember when we first talked about me having a crush on your sister when we were eleven?”

”It was you?” Shouted Peter surprised ”I literally thought it was Remus who fancied (Y/N)”

”Shut up, Wormtail. James is going to say something important. I remember. Go on, mate” Sirius tried not to smile. He knew already. (Y/N) told him but he patiently waited for his best friend to finally confess.

”And remember when you came up with that stupid rule when we were thirteen?”

”Yeah”

”And remember when I said I fancy Lily Evans then?”

”I think we all remember”

”I lied”

”I know”

”I’m madly in love with your sister, Padfoot. And I’m sorry, I really tried to get over her so as not to ruin our friendship. Merlin, I tried so hard but it’s impossible. I believe she’s the love of my life, mate. I want to make her happy, I want to be the one she smiles at, I want to tell her all the jokes just to hear her laugh, I want to marry her one day. That’s why I’m sorry, Padfoot. Because you are my best friend and I didn’t listen to you, I went behind your back, and lied to you for a month. But I'm not sorry for loving your sister. I believe (Y/N) is the one”

There was silence between the four of them for a while.

James looked as if he was about to die, Peter looked at his best friend with wide eyes, Remus tried to cover up his laugh behind a book, and Sirius… Sirius was staring at his friend without showing any emotion.

”What time is it, Wormtail?” Asked the Black heir instead.

”Um, it’s almost midnight, why?”

”And what day is it?”

”November 29th?”

”Moony, my dear, pay up”

”What?” James was surprised. He expected screaming, maybe a hex or two directed at him. But Sirius was completely calm when he grabbed a few galleons from Remus.

”You see, Prongs, I already knew. You weren’t very subtle over the years. I suspected something but you always insisted you loved Evans so I waited, patiently may I add. And finally, you broke down. I expected you would do so in our 7th year somewhere close to the end of November, Moony said that’s impossible and opted for the end of our 7th year. Prongs, I just won a bet thanks to you.”

”You’re not mad?”

”Well, you see, I would be mad if we were children. But we grew up since that time, mate. I feel weird knowing that you’re snogging my sister but as long as you’re both happy, it’s fine with me. Just don’t hurt her cause then I would be obliged to hurt you too. You know, because I’m the older brother and so on”

”I don’t intend on hurting her, Padfoot. I want to marry her”

*~*~*

Just like James Potter said, he actually did marry (Y/N) Black two years later. And Sirius gave the most hilarious best man’s speech everyone has ever heard mentioning that he always knew these two would end up together (to which Remus screamed ”NOT TRUE” so loud that Peter fell from his chair).

A year later, they all attended Sirius and Remus' wedding.

And only a few days later (Y/N) found out she was pregnant. James couldn't have been happier, and Sirius shouted something about being the best godfather on the whole planet.

When they all decorated the nursery, James could only smile. With his best friends by his side, the love of his life sleeping soundly in their shared bedroom, and the baby soon to be born, he had everything he ever dreamed of.

And all was well.

[imagionationstation]

For your Dona AU, were the turtles mutated with human DNA? If so... would Donnie go through cramps?

I'm just asking because I'm going through it (sorry if that's too much), and it'd be funny for her brothers to freak out when she's in pain.

Plus, maybe when April comes in, she immediately identifies what Donnie's going through and comes in with everything she'd need for that time of the month, including a hot water bag because those are life savers. Donnie would cry in happiness.

CRAMPS DON’T SCARE ME

Wasn’t there a… Wasn’t there a thing… AHA!

Slapping in the child a uterus so she suffers in all the ways. In the physical sense she gets cramps and pains, which are immensely agonizing because of her crazy anatomy, to the point herbal teas and pain pills only lessen it, but don’t free her from constant ache.

In the angsty sense, she now has the ability to have kids, but for many years is convinced that no one will ever love a mutant enough for her to even consider it.

*picks up Casey* You weirdo *tosses him over my shoulder*

And after she realizes that maybe she CAN have kids- she starts getting plagued with can I really bring kids into a world that will hate/fear them as much as it hates/fears me? because intrusive thoughts will never let up and she must always suffer.

I think Splinter would be the kind of parent to try and warn her ahead of time of what’s coming only to find out that she already KNOWS (because she’s a Donnie) and he’s like “I guess my work here is done?” and gets shooed out of her lab.

But, yk, her brothers AREN’T Donnies so when they walk in and find her acting like she’s dying, they panic (just a little). Which of course leads to her trying to kick them from her room. They ignore her because Donnie&Self-Cares hardly mix so she gives up and screams for Splinter. They think he’ll be on their side.

He is not on their side.

He boots them from her room and gives them-

An. Adult. Talk. About Things.

They’re a bit more understanding from then on, though for a while Mikey needs continuous confirmation that her worst days are not impending death about to strike. He likes to take advantage of her not-moving-ever status, dragging the tv, comics, and other means of entertainment into her room so they can hang.

Her reaction to cramps is sad fits and lashing out, so Raph avoids her like the plague, both to avoid setting them both off and because he hates seeing her in pain. She has a certain list of comfort foods that happen with cramps, and sometimes she find them on her dresser or at the foot of her bed. No one takes responsibility for them. Raph never looks her in the eyes when he denies it.

Leo goes complete motherhen. Constantly checking in on her pain level, asking if she needs anything, if he can do anything- he feels useless and so out of his league. And when he tries looking stuff up and making suggestions, she almost always already knows them and is purposely ignoring them (ex: don’t eat fatty foods or drink caffeine) and is never in the mood to appreciate his advice. (She’s feels like he’s always micromanaging her or treating her like she’s too weak to handle a normal occurrence and her patience wears thin fast.)

In fact, he’s the one who appears at April’s window at two in the morning a few weeks after their first meeting, awkward but insistent, “please tell me you’re a girl who goes through this stuff we literally know 0 other women and she hates me and won’t listen to me but she’s suffering and I just wanna help somehow 🥺🥺”

And April, not one to back down when there’s a problem to be solved, decides “yeah okay” and inserts herself into the equation.

And despite all Donnie’s arguments- she eats what she wants, needs her coffee, will NOT move or do any small stretches/exercises, and definitely will not accept massages everything HURTS do not touch her- April comes in with female know-how and gets to work.

Donnie, desperate not to chase off her only friend, is forced to comply with the new regime. Splinter, who has always let Donnie do what she wants as long as she drinks the herbal teas (since that’s the only thing that he knew would help), lets April have free reign.

Mikey doesn’t mind the changes, Raph lurks in the background when they discuss diet changes and different comfort foods, and Leo is more than happy to comply with someone who has more knowledge.

Donnie’s pain finally lessens to the point that she’s comfortable chilling in the pit or idling working around her brothers.

One of Donnie’s rewards for listening is the heating pads/hot water bottles that April introduces her too and life is never the same.

[gatitties]

Therapy

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: You're falling apart in your own thoughts, but you're so much better than that, you just need to cause more trouble.

─Warnings: slight mental breakdown, some pessimistic/dark thoughts, but mc recovers their stupidity quickly

13 < 14 > 15

Thanks again to Gay4kitty on AO3 for making me want to write more nonsense about this series 🙏

You roll and roll in your poor bed, your weight making the hinges creak, they groan just as you groan about your mood, you don't know how long you've been trapped in this dimension. Killers and survivors come and go, everyone gets used to this madness at some point, but you're slowly losing your mind, you're running out of ideas to mess with everyone, no one is surprised by your strange things anymore. You're not a box of surprises, and it's getting you down.

That, or maybe your birthday is approaching.

Are you the only person who feels strangely disappointed about their birthday? You know there are more people just like you, surely, you feel them, you're with them in this pointless battle.

You don't even know why or if you really have a reason to be this way, you just are. The bad mood spreads through the camp like an infection, you seem more irritated, with a deep frown and less cooperative in games. Dwight has scolded you for your recklessness, the Legion has pointed out that your behavior is even more childish than usual.

You feel your head heating up with every pessimistic thought, you shut yourself away, you distance yourself from everyone, and... the camp feels too quiet, the games feel too monotonous. While everyone has grown accustomed to your madness or antics, they always expect you to be there with an arrogant, stupid smile, looking at them as if making fun of everyone is your favorite activity, —which it is— they inevitably notice, your absence, your bad mood, your slackness in the activities, you don't even visit the assassins' camp anymore, michael is relieved by that, but Bubba misses you.

"Maybe if I get enough blood points, the entity will let me out of here... return to my home... my family... will they remember me? Will everything be back to the way it was?"

Thoughts eat away at your mind, filling your brain with negative energy, before you know it, you're a sea of ​​tears, you've already collapsed at the thought of never being able to go back, but now it seems to have hit you harder.

You frown in the midst of your existential crisis, what's wrong with you? What's with all this bratty attitude? Ugh, you hate yourself right now, you're just a teenager trying to avoid the thoughts that have been haunting you since you woke up here in those stupid slippers in the middle of a snowy landscape.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

You scream in frustration, sadness mixing with anger, you've never been this bad, yeah, you usually cry on your birthday, but damn, all these thoughts feel heavier, like a plague that's spread to you. You stare blankly into space for a few seconds after realizing something, all this shit that's been swirling around in your head has been doing so before, but now it intensifies when you're in a moment of weakness?

"You bitch! I know it was you, ugh, well, you think that's going to stop me? Screw you!"

You jump out of bed, your hamster watches as you show the middle finger in all directions around your cabin, his little heart nearly bursts out when you grab him to wipe your hot tears with his fur.

A knock on your door makes you abandon all numeracy, you calm down by counting to ten before opening the door, a worried Claudette greets you.

"You've been worrying us lately... I wanted to check that everything was okay."

"Haha, yeah, sorry, I was just having a bad week, but I'm better now! I know how to solve my problems now."

"That's great!" she claps, her worried expression changing to a more relaxed one "By the way, we know it's your birthday, we wanted to make you a surprise party, but since we didn't know if you'd be in the mood... we only got you a cake, if you're still a little upset, you can just eat it here by yourself."

"Oh... I... I'd love to eat it with everyone!"

Your response seemed to widen Claudette's smile, she led you to the bonfire where most people seemed eager to see you, yes, they'd gotten used to your antics, which is why now more than ever they missed the little devil you were running around causing trouble.

Bill patted your back gently, inviting you to sit between him and Dave, you enjoyed the cake for the moment, while the chatter filled the silence, everyone noticed how your smile and gaze had taken on that mischievous quality, already planning your next crazy idea.

"Thanks for the cake! But now I need to do something important…"

"Please, just try not to set the forest on fire, again"

Reassuring Leon with a thumbs-up, you immediately disappeared into the fog of the camp, once no one else could see you, you checked your blood points, with a mischievous smile, you wished.

You knew who was responsible for your misery —besides yourself—, for all the shit that happened in this cursed place, who instilled those negative thoughts, not only in you, but in every living being in this cursed realm, making every form of life miserable without remorse.

The entity.

The entity intensified those feelings, like a sedative to your attitude, it calmed her discomfort for a short time, but the sedative only made you come back stronger, like the flu, no matter how many times they try to get rid of you, you'll come back, oh, you promise, just to annoy the entity.

"Wow, it looks even better than I thought! But it's a little small... meh."

In front of you, thanks to the use of your blood points, was one of these small-scale children's cars. It had bubblegum pink color, glitter details, and even working turn signals —not that you'd be using it anyway, the model is a BMW, why would you?— it even had this ridiculous music that played like it was pixelated, so cool.

You climbed into the driver's seat, your legs awkwardly bent as they held the steering wheel, you put on a pair of glasses that had come out of nowhere just to make you look cooler, turned up the music, speeding through the woods to reach the assassins' camp.

If the entity was everyone's problem, if she was the plague that had taken root in everyone's minds to rot them further, you would be the cure.

"It seems they're back to their normal selves."

The Witch murmurs, causing The Huntress to watch as you approach the camp in a small, overly conspicuous car, Michael and The Doctor disappear from the scene immediately, while The Legion and Bubba approach when you stop the car. Before anyone can say anything, you honk the horn —sounding like a turtle with a cold making love—, push your glasses up so they rest on your head, and pat the plastic car.

"Come on, get in, I'll take you to therapy."

You sweep an eye over everyone, with great confidence, even though most of them are expressionless at your entrance. Bubba silently climbs in next to you, making the seats even tighter.

Well, you have another job now, you're a psychologist and therapist! Screw the entity for putting shitty thoughts into everyone's minds.

[abyssalwyrm0]

Eden gang goes to therapy.

Charlie: I'm so happy you all finally accepted to come here!

Adam: I'm just using it as stepping stone to go back to Heaven. If I need to be close to these three fuckers for more time than I would want, then sucks to be me that beggars can't be choosers.

Lucifer: Oh you're just angry because we didn't invite you. If you wasn't such a mysoginist asshole, maybe things could have gone differently~.

Adam: As if I would want to be part of your broken polycule!

Lilith: As If we wanted you to join us.

Eve: Actually I would have loved him if he had joined us.

Lilith: Eve!?

Eve: What? He was my husband and surpriselly or not, I loved him.

Adam: If you really loved me you wouldn't have cheated on with the two people I hate the most and ruined my life!

Eve: It was a accident! Ruin your life to be more precise, cheat on you was a choice I made.

Adam: Like how Cain was a accident!?

Eve: Cain was the first oops baby but of all things I regret about me, Lilith and Lucifer he isn't one of them, even despite everything....

Adam: Talk this to poor Abel's face, oh I forgot, you can't thanks to your bastard!

Before Eve (who quickly got angry) could say something, Charlie left her in the dust.

Charlie: Wait, Cain is my brother!?

Lucifer: We talk about him later, since we are talking about us I guess sooner or later we need to talk about him hehehehehehe.....

Charlie: I won't let any of you avoid it, why I'm only discovering it now!? There's any other lost sibling I need to know!?

Lucifer: Not that I know, Lilith?

Lilith: Why you are looking to me like that?

Lucifer: Well my only children are Charlie and Cain, and it isn't like we were monogamous.

Lilith: Despite having been called mother of the Plagues of Mankind, it's just a myth. I have a harder time having childrens than you and believe me, If Charlie have half-childrens you would already know.

Charlie: Ok, good to know about it. Let's go back to your therapy and later on we discuss about my brother.

Lilith: Before it I would like to ask Eve a question.

Eve: Yes?

The "Mother" of Demons look to the Mother of Mother of Humanity into her eyes.

Lilith: Do you really regret us, Evening Star?

Eve: It was good while it lasted, but it didn't compesate all the suffering.

Lilith: Sigh, why I'm the only who don't regreat anything? Why I'm the only who think that despite everything it was worth and we did nothing wrong!?

Lucifer: Lilith, I.....

Eve: Because among us you're the only one who won in the end. Lucifer was cast from his old home into a hell of his own making and me and Adam lost everything that was meant to be ours, meanwhile you got the freedom, power and a realm separate from the gilded cage and heaven you so despised.

Lilith: Maybe because I was the only who tried to make the best of a bad situation. Better on Earth or hell than on a gilded cage without free will.

Adam: Heh, "free will."

Lilith: What you mean with it!?

Adam: You know exactly what I mean with it! If there's another thing that annoys me about you is how you describe that curse as free will! I chose to try to take the control because I wanted to be the top, you chose to leave me and rebel against everything the Elders planned because you desired more than paradise and Eve glady accepted the Apple and ruined everything!

Before Lilith could give her own response Charlie resolved to intervene.

Charlie: Ok, calm down you two before this escalate to a fight. We are here to talk about your problems and resolve them peacefully, we let the talk about the magic of free will for later too.

Lilith: Fine.

Adam: Tsk, let's get over it.

[buckybarnes-lover]

The Winter Problem - Part 3

Words: 1,211

Warnings: Mild suggestive content, mostly just fantasising

A/N: This is not how this part was supposed to go, the story just ran away from me, but enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2,

Masterlist here

A warm arm drapes across your side and pulls you closer so you're back makes contact with an even warmer chest. Your sleep-addled brain doesn't take time to think about who you might be cuddling with, instead snuggling closer and resting your hand over the one on your side, even going as far as to intertwine your fingers with his.

His?

Shit, it's Bucky's hand.

You yelp at the realisation and in your attempt to get away, you end up flinging yourself off the bed and landing with a thump on the cold, hard floor. Ouch.

"What're you doing?" Bucky's voice is gruffer than usual and he looks annoyed at you for waking him up.

"Nothing." You stand up and pretend to dust yourself off. He doesn't seem to remember the morning cuddles - thank God. You can't believe you held his hand; how embarrassing. You’re still mad at him, but your eyes forget that as they lock onto his. Something flickers between you, but you're quick to brush it off and walk the three steps into the kitchen, hoping that the cupboards have something edible in them.

Bucky quickly follows behind you. "Wait, can we talk?”

“Talk about what?” You feign confusion as you open the dustiest - and emptiest - cupboards you've ever seen.

“Don't play dumb, doll.” Bucky rolls his eyes and leans against the counter, watching your pointless attempts at finding something edible.

“I'm not." You are.

“Yes, you are.” He rubs his temples at your obvious lie. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

“I don't see what we have to talk about.” You wish he would drop it, it would be easier to forget about it that way.

“Last night. Or did you forget?” His condescending tone grates on your nerves.

“Since when did you become a chatterbox.” You roll your eyes. What's with his sudden urge to chat, he avoids you like the plague but now he wants to talk. No way, not happening.

“I want to clear up what happened last night, “ He says matter-of-factly like it was just a silly misunderstanding and not him acting like an asshole.

"Oh, you mean when you almost kissed me?" You blurt out. The bluntness of your statement hits him right in the face and he pauses for a moment not expecting you to outright say it.

"I did not." Looks like you're both being pathetic lairs today.

"Yes, you did." Your voice slightly raises as you keep talking but you don't care enough to try to control it. "You literally gave my lips a heated look then ran away!" You slam the cupboard door shut and get a flashback of the broken mirror from last night. You should calm down.

“I didn’t run away, it was just… a lot.” He pauses for a moment thinking everything over and suddenly looks like he realised something. “But, you know what? You weren't holding back either." He takes on more of a cocky tone. "I saw the way you were looking at me."

"I-" He's right but you'd never tell him that. "You know what? I'm not explaining myself to you."

That was weak and you know it but you couldn't think of anything else to say so you walk away instead. But you can't really walk away from someone in the same room so you just end up opposite him with the only thing between you being the dinner table.

"Just admit it." He leans his hands on the table, his short sleeves lifting slightly and revealing the bandage around his arm, which barely has any blood on it. Damn super soldier healing.

"Admit what?" You cross your arms and take a defensive stance, you do not like the way this conversation is going.

His face turns smug, like he got you right where he wants. "You wanted me to kiss you."

"No, I didn't." Did you? Last night was intense and emotions, for you at least, were running high. Maybe a part of you did want to kiss Bucky, but that part wasn't going to get any more attention. You hate him, you can't forget it.

"Doll, I'm an ex-assassin, I can tell when you're lying ." He looks like he’s enjoying calling you out a little too much, but of course he is. He loves anything that bothers you.

You want to punch that smug grin right off his face. Instead, you opt for frail insults.

“Why do you love annoying me so much? Does it get you off or something.” You huff, desperately trying to think of a way to end the conversation.

“You think about what gets me off, sweetheart?” He raises his brow, a glint of curiosity forming in his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant!” You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You do not want to think about him getting off. Definitely not. Not thinking about Bucky late at night with his hand in his boxers, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. Nope. Do not want to go there.

You don't need to look in a mirror to know you're blushing, you just pray Bucky doesn't point it out but when has he ever missed an opportunity to tease you?

"Looking a little red there, doll-face." He chuckles and walks around the table until he's directly in front of you.

"You're such a prick." You mutter accepting that you lost this argument, but you promise yourself you'll get him next time.

He leans in, his arms caging you against the table and his lips mere inches from yours. You can feel his hot breath on you as he speaks, his eyes never breaking contact.

"Is that so?" His metal hand reaches up and lifts your chin ever so slightly, the coolness sending shivers down your over-heating body.

The bitterness from earlier is gone, replaced with something you didn't want to name. You should hate Bucky, yet every cell in your body was screaming for you to close the gap between you.

Unfortunately, you only get as far as grazing your lips against his before a phone rings and you jump apart like guilty teens.

“Shit, that’s uh probably Steve,” Bucky mutters, suddenly unable to look into your eyes.

“Yeah, we should um get it.” You’re looking at the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

"I'll, um go then." Bucky hesitates, taking an awkward half-step before committing to walking the full length.

Right as he passes you, you look at him. He's not looking at you. You ignore the stab to your chest.

Once his back is turned to you, your hand goes to your lip, what the hell was that?

Bucky was being… seductive and you were… enjoying it? Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. You need to remind yourself of all the reasons you hate him in the first place before you go kissing him.

He comes back from the call and tells you something about the jet being en route for pickup, so they need to drive to the pickup point. You give a brief nod, not trusting your voice to be stable and grab your bag.

This was going to be a long car ride.

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