#try to focus on the fact that they’re gonna be kids enjoying this

[thatrandomblogsays]

Funniest thing Rick riordan did was write a book series that that made two of the main character’s physical features such a hallmark of their godly lineage that multiple monsters throw hand on site & created a fandom that collectively lost their minds over character art that wasn’t considered accurate and when the movie didn’t have a blond Annabeth… only to decide to completely disregard it for a new adaptation and not even put the characters in wigs for the new series

[preeningpisces]

Nanami NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate/write something about any of these

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby fem!reader

Enjoy! 💙

☆ Starting controversial agaaaain, but like I said with Toji, I just don’t see him being a hard dom either. This man will never call you a whore, would be offended if you requested he call you a bitch or cumdump—I think he’d be okay with slut, but he wouldn’t say that unless you ask

☆ Very firm about his boundaries, he won’t do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable doing & you won’t be able to change his mind. Very respectful of yours & will never push them

☆ Lowkey loves to be praised & doted on. His ears turn very pink when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, or how big his cock is, or if you tell him his voice is sexy

☆ The fact you find his voice sexy confuses him—he thinks it’s too monotone, and he isn’t exactly the smoothest guy out there with his words. He’s not very talkative in general, and that extends to sex as well. Once you express how much it turns you on, however, he will dirty talk more, and more often as he builds confidence doing it (dirty talk is hard you guys, be patient with him!!!)

☆ Nanami is stiff, and awkward when your sexual relationship begins. He doesn’t have a ton of experience, and his stoic nature can make moments of passion challenging for him. If you’re more experienced, you’ll probably take the lead, and it’s something he’s very thankful for.

☆ If you’re less or equally experienced, he’ll take the lead. He’ll be honest about his own lack of experience, and the two of you will explore uncharted territory together—so sweet

☆ Even during the early stages when he’s awkward his intensity, observant nature, generosity, and thoroughness have an allure of their own

☆ He definitely warms up with time though, so don’t fret. Sex has never been at the forefront of his mind, so he discovers his kinks/preferences through your relationship

☆ As I said before, Nanami is a very generous lover; making you feel good makes him feel good. He’s the type that can come from eating you out, which is especially hot if he’s dressed in those formal clothes of his

☆ He loves toys, uses a vibrator on you almost everytime you have sex. Nanami is a very practical person; the vibrator makes you feel so good, and allows him to put more focus on other ways of pleasing you—why wouldn’t he use it? The notion that some men hate them bc they threaten their egos bewilders him

☆ Your vibrators are basically never dead because Nanami is on TOP of those things; he’s gotta make sure it’s ready for whenever the mood strikes you guys. The days you’re home and he’s at work you’ll occasionally get a ‘is the vibrator on the charger?’ text, reminding you like a parent would their kid about the chicken they’re supposed to thaw LMFAO

☆ Not a tease at all. If you say please he’s gonna do it!! If you tell him you want to be teased in the bedroom he’ll try his best but it doesn’t take much before he relents :/

☆ Breeding kink yes, but I just KNOW he’s a vasectomy man (unless yall decide to pop some kiddos out). He’s just too responsible to be risky, & doesn't want his partner to feel obliged to take on the responsibility of birth control all alone. Perfect man, truly

☆ Nanami loves some good ol’ fashioned missionary—who doesn’t? But he also really enjoys positions where he can just hold you close, and focus on the intimacy of the moment and the physical sensations rather than the visuals. Prone bone, and cuddlefucking are prime examples; when he rests his head in your neck, his free hand squeezing all your softness, he’s in heaven

☆ Nylons, pantyhose, stockings: wear them if you want to get destroyed. If you got thigh-highs that pinch your leg? Hoooooo boy. He’s not typically a biter, but the squishy parts hanging over the stocking will be gnawed on. Just accept they’ll be bruised, you’ll be ok

☆Nanami is very appreciative of lingerie, and does not tear it off, he’ll have you keep them on the whole time

☆ Huuuuge sucker for scents. Perfume, soap, laundry detergent—he appreciates good smells, and once he starts associating certain smells with you they get him going

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Hi! I love your blog so much. I was hoping you could write what yandere!batfam would do if the reader just barricaded themselves in a room and does everything to make sure batfam can't get in. I hope you have a great day and drink plenty of water.

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog, and I am absolutely going to do a snippet for this!

Warnings: (implied) hunger striking, captivity, themes of obsession, violence, and threats of restraints as well as physically restraining someone.

“You know that’s only going to hold us out for so long, right?”

It’s Jason. You don’t respond, keeping silent. It was just another trick, you knew, to get you to open the door.

Not that they only needed a door. You’d shoved the massive bookcase in front of the window, shoving your bed in front of it. Your desk, and the final bookshelf, had gone to block the door.

You had no doubt it wouldn’t hold them long. It just had to hold them long enough.

“Come on, kid, think about this. Open the door, and I’ll try and talk the old man down from taking the damn door off it’s hinges.”

You hiss softly in alarm, because you had thought Bruce was gone. You thought he was away, in Nepal, in a business trip. Otherwise there was no possible way you would have been able to pull this off, you knew.

“You didn’t know the old man was back? He got a call from Dickiebird, he’s on his way to the Manor as we speak, kid. You really want him to start breaking down the door? He will, you know it.”

You keep quiet, fingers buried in the soft carpet, and try to focus. Try to breath. Bruce being here changed things. Dick being here changed things.

“Who’s all in the Manor?”

You manage to croak out, and Jason pauses.

“Not sure I should be telling you that, kid. I’ll cut you a deal, though. Tell me why you’re pulling out the anti-siege tactics and I’ll tell you some names.”

You shake your head, before you remember that Jason couldn’t see you. That was fine.

“No deal.”

You weren’t going to be explaining to them that you felt suffocated, more often than not. That they were always there, constantly hovering, a hand on your shoulder or an arm linked around yours. That you had so little agency that you felt you were going insane, on a good day.

“Then guess you’re gonna be in the dark. Head up, though. Golden Boy’s pissed.”

That manages to rip the air from your lungs. Dick was scary as hell when he got angry, scary enough that out of all your siblings captors, his anger would immediately send you into a near frenzy. He got fucking mean when he was mad, and he knew how to use his words to cut to the bone.

“What and you aren’t?” You taunt, frantically trying to stop the way your heart thunders in your ears and the way your blood pulses in your veins.

“Oh no, I’m pissed. Pissed enough I’m keeping this door between the two of us, because I don’t want to traumatize ya.” It’s- it’s almost cheerful, the way he says it, so matter of fact, but the words are phrased in a way that you know they’re true. Every syllable is tense and clipped, not quite grit out and hidden behind the easygoing bluster.

“Yeah, well, I’m also pretty into keeping the door between us.” You snap, because you are impulsive and dumb and holy shit you did not think this through.

You hear the faintest sound from Jason, and when he speaks again, his voice is sharp, sharp enough you cringe back and try not to panic.

“I fucking bet, you brat. What exactly are you planning to get out of this, huh? Planning on going on a hunger strike or something?”

The door rattles in the frame, and you yelp, alarmed.

A sigh, and when Jason speaks again, it’s softer. Cajoling.

“Listen. Bruce and Golden Boy are gonna be here soon. We can do this two ways. You either open the door, apologize to me for being an absolute menace and driving me insane, or it gets busted down, and you leave the room anyways, except with a lot more yelling and a lot higher chance of Bruce not letting you out of his sight for months. Literally.”

You bite your lip, hands fisted in the rug.

“I’m not opening the door, Jason.”

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You hear his footsteps leave. For a second, you take a moment to breathe, air whistling between your teeth, the AC loud in the quiet room.

“Open the door.”

You jump, nearly leaping a foot in the air, and the startled sound dies in your chest, eyes wide.

Bruce. Bruce was on the other side of the door, right now, and he was pissed. Pissed enough that his voice had that gravelly, rough quality it got when he was being stern and already mad as hell but trying not to show it.

“No.”

Your voice sounds small, even to you. You try to ignore it.

The door rattles on it’s hinges. It seemed, with a locked door and several heavy oak dressers between you and him, he was determined to move both. It rattles again, this time louder, and you shriek in alarm when the desk creaks. How fucking hard was Bruce hitting it?

“(Y/N), unless you want me to break this door down, open the door.” Bruce sighs after he speaks, and then breathes in, like he was trying to calm himself down.

“I know you’re scared right now. But just open the door and come out, and we can talk about why you did this, okay? I’m sorry I frightened you.”

You feel tears prick at the side of your face, feel the anxiety and the nervousness and the fear. You want to shake your head.

You don’t say anything, and he sighs again.

This time, it’s not just the door that rattles. The desk shudders, straining against the weight thrown against it, and the shelf creaks, then sways.

You’re smart enough to back up and away before it comes crashing down. Not that you don’t doubt Bruce knew you were away from the shelf, or he never would have risked toppling the heavy thing.

When he ducks through the doorway, picking his way over the shattered desk and shelf, you back away, hands trembling. He pauses.

“(Y/N). Why don’t you come over here so we can clean the mess up, and we can talk about this in a bit? Just take a breath, okay? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. It makes some of the anger drain from his features, that you weren’t hurt, but you don’t get any closer and his lips press into a thin line.

“(Y/N). Come here.”

It’s stern. It reminds you of the same voice he uses every time you try and escape or fight with your siblings. It makes your stomach twist.

Your eyes flick to the door, and Dick, who was standing not far from the door way, sharp blue eyes watching you for any movement.

You make your decision, swallow, and ease forward.

Warm arms wrap around you the second you’re in reach, pressing you against Bruce’s chest, and you feel a bit of the tension in his shoulders unwind, just barely.

“This isn’t happening again, (Y/N). Do you understand me? What if you had gotten hurt, when the shelf came down? What if you had gotten hurt when you were in here and couldn’t say anything?”

Bruce was pissed, and he grips you tightly, tightly enough that you squirm in his hold, which only makes him grip you tighter.

“I wouldn’t have gotten myself hurt! It’s practically an empty room half the time, what could I have hurt myself with?”

God, you hated it when your mouth ran faster than your thoughts.

“That’s not what matters.” Dick cuts in. “The issue is that you could’ve, and we couldn’t have done anything about it!”

He pissed, practically spitting out the words, and you can hear Bruce’s frown.

“Dick, you need to calm down.”

“No! This is the fifth time this month they’ve tried something, you have to do something, Bruce! It’s stressing everyone out!”

You open your mouth to argue, ready to defend yourself because you hadn’t asked for any of this, but Bruce speaks before you can.

“I will.”

And suddenly you are far more preoccupied with trying to prevent Bruce from picking you up, twisting and squirming to get away, but he catches you easily. He presses you against him, this time the action restraining, and lifts, taking your feet off the ground.

The entire trip through the Manor, you are twisting and pushing against him, trying to escape. You nearly get close, once, when he was adjusting his hold and you had snapped your teeth at him, but Dick had lurched froward for a moment and it had startled you so badly that you had frozen, giving him time to readjust.

You’re dumped on a medical cot, and when you see the straps on either side, it nearly takes the both of them to hold you down long enough to get them on. Bruce looks pained the entire time, as you kick and flail, and when they’re both done, your arms are strapped securely enough that yanking on them does nothing.

“Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Bruce frowns, and then sighs, moving the cot. You’re moved with it, and you glare. “This is only temporary until we find a more permanent solution, (Y/N). Until we can trust you not to be a danger to yourself, alright? It won’t last long.”

Dick doesn’t look like he agrees.

You don’t either.

[vodika-vibes]

The Greatest Score

Summary: You’re one of the greatest thieves in the Galaxy, targeting banks and museums, and everything in between. You have morals, though, and refuse to deal in people. Turns out your new crew doesn’t.

Pairing: Pre- Captain Keeli x F!Reader

Word Count: 1542

Warnings: Mentions of slavery

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: This is not a request, but I've had Keeli in my head all morning, so I had to write something for him. Sorry, not sorry.

You’ve been a thief for as long as you can remember. In fact, your earliest memory is of stealing a plush tooka from the store because your parents wouldn’t buy it for you.

You didn’t get caught, but it did start a motion of events that saw you removed from your parent's home, and shoved into a group home under the care of a man who, as it happened, was an intergalactic jewelry thief. 

The other kids at the group home made up your first crew.

And, as you grew, you only became a better thief. You were earning larger and larger scores until even your mentor was overshadowed by what you’ve accomplished.

In the end, your siblings ended up in jail, and your mentor vanished after your older sister (a safecracker) pointed her finger at him as the ring leader of the gang.

Not a single one of your siblings implicated you, though. 

Valid, since you wouldn’t have ratted on any of them if you had been captured.

But, since then, you’ve been bouncing from crew to crew, trying to find a place where you belong. 

This most recent crew that you’ve signed on with is okay. You like them well enough, you suppose. They’re a cheerful bunch and don’t have any violent crimes to their names, so you’re somewhat comfortable with them.

But you don’t trust them.

Only an idiot trusts a group of criminals.

You may be many things, but an idiot isn’t one of them.

You prop your feet up on a table as you flip to the next page of the book that you’re reading. It’s some trashy romance novel, and you picked it up on the last planet you visited.

It’s not good, by any definition of the word, but you are enjoying the ridiculous plot lines.

As a bonus, your new crew mates seem to think that reading means that you can’t hear them as they discuss their plans for the, in their words, “massive” score that they’re going to sell when they go to Zygaria.

The crew leader, a Corellian man, says your name and you look up at him as he smiles at you kindly. “It’s getting late,” He offers.

You hum thoughtfully, “I’m gonna stay up a bit longer. I want to finish a little more of my book.”

He chuckles and nods, “Alright. G’night.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you in the morning.” You focus your attention on the book as the rest of the crew starts retiring for the night.

And, before you know it, you’re alone. 

At this point, you know your crew, and you know that none of them are going to leave their rooms until their alarms go off in the morning. They’re creatures of habit, your current crew, and you have no problems taking advantage of that.

You wait half an hour, to make sure that everyone is asleep, and then you set your datapad aside and get to your feet.

According to what you overheard, the score that they’re hiding from you is being kept in the cargo hold.

Silent as a ghost, you move through the ship going down the lift to the very bottom of the ship, and turning away from the hanger that holds your ship, and towards the cargo back on the other end of the hall.

You open the door, unsurprised that it’s not locked, and step into the dimmed room.

You flip the switch to turn on the lights and cast your gaze around the room. There’s the one crate of your personal belongings (filled with clothes and costume jewelry mostly), and the piles of crates belonging to the rest of the crew.

But there’s nothing new or unusual in here.

You head further into the cargo bay, heading towards your crate, when something catches your eye. There, in the back, is a stack of crates that have been piled unusually.

Strange.

Carefully you circle the crates and ease through a small opening in the back, and the moment you see what the “score” is, your breath catches in your throat.

It’s a man.

A clone, to be specific.

He’s badly injured, his hands are bound behind his back, and his feet are bound together. He has a gag around his mouth, and there’s dried blood caked to his face.

Though, despite his injuries, he’s awake, and he’s glaring at you.

Your gaze darts up, scanning for any cameras or a security system, though when you don’t see anything, and when your comm doesn’t ping anything unusual, you squeeze into the small area.

Immediately you kneel in front of him and pull the gag away from his face, and then you reach around him to unfasten his arms.

He’s still glaring at you, but it’s fading as he realizes that you’re releasing him from his binds. 

The clone isn’t wearing armor, he’s been stripped to the bottom part of his undersuit, which means that you can’t identify which battalion he was a part of using that.

However, the last planet you were on was Ryloth…and you distinctly remember that a battalion was recently wiped out there.

You gaze at him thoughtfully and then introduce yourself.

He’s quiet for a long time, “Keeli.” He finally says, his voice hoarse, “I’m Captain Keeli.” He narrows his eyes at you, “Selling a Soldier of the GAR is a punishable offense—”

You lean against a crate, a frown pulling your lips down, “They intend to sell you to the Zygarrians.”

It’s not a question so much as a statement of fact.

You’re a thief, you don’t deal in people.

Period.

Your crew knew that when they asked you to join them. They knew that slavery was a hard limit for you and that you would walk away if it ever looked like they were part of the flesh trade.

Well, walk away after ruining their lives.

“You expect me to believe that you didn’t know?” Keeli demands.

“I don’t deal in people.” You reply flatly, “I’m a thief, I deal in goods.” You consider him for a moment, “You’re from the battalion on Ryloth?”

Keeli scowls at you, “What of it?”

“Well, reports indicate that the entire battalion was wiped out,” You reply, “Which means no one will look for you.” His face falls and you straighten, “But, I’m not going to let them sell you. Because I’m not a monster. Can you walk?”

Slowly, painfully, he pushes himself to his feet, “Course I can.”

“Good. My ship is right down the hall, we’re leaving.”

“And going where?”

You shrug, “Somewhere else. I’m sure I can drop you off somewhere if that’s what you want.” You lead him out of the “room” made by the crates and into the cargo bay, then over to your crate of stuff.

You open your crate and offer him some clothes that used to belong to your older brother, they’ll be a bit big on Keeli, but better than walking around half-naked.

Keeli pulls the shirt over his head, “What I want,” He bites out, “Is for these assholes to pay for what they were going to do to me.”

“No need to worry about that, Captain. They will.”

He stares at you in disbelief.

You notice his stare and you smile at him, it’s all teeth, “I’m a thief, Captain. And I warned them about what I would do if they ever turned to the slave trade.” You toss him a pair of boots that might fit him, and then shut the crate again.

Keeli pulls the rest of the clothes on, and quickly ties the laces of the boots, his gaze locked on you, “You’re a decent person, for a thief.”

“Yeah, well…don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my reputation.” You motion for him to follow you, “My ship isn’t far.”

Keeli stares at you for a moment, not moving. “I don’t want to go back to the GAR,” He says to you, “I want to fight slavery.”

“Great, I’m sure there are plenty of organizations—” You start.

“You’re a thief, right?”

“...yeah?”

“How would you like to help me steal thousands of people out from under the noses of their masters?” Keeli asks.

“There’s no money in that.” You point out, “I didn’t become a thief because I’m an overly altruistic person, Captain.”

“Slave owners have money,” He points out.

You purse your lips, considering his words for a moment, “I suppose you do have a point.”

“Besides, where’s the challenge of stealing from ordinary people or museums?” Keeli asks, “If you steal from master criminals, then wouldn’t that truly make you a master thief?”

You throw your hands up, “Fine! You can stop trying to sell me on this idea, I’ll help you. Once. If it’s not profitable, then we’ll stop.”

Keeli smirks, “Deal.”

You scowl at him, “Stop being so smug, it’s not attractive.”

“It’ll grow on you, cyar’ika.”

You have no idea what the unfamiliar word means, but based on his tone you can tell he doesn’t mean it affectionately, so you narrow your eyes at him, “We need to leave. Follow me.” This is either going to be the greatest score you’ve ever stolen in your life…or the worst.

Only time will tell.

[stray-cat-21]

Kissed just to be kissed part 2💋!!

The long awaited rerelease of the sequel to kissed just to be kissed hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long I like the way this one came out a lot better than the last one.

Loud poppy music blaring from speakers, drunk or high teenagers and young adults. Safe to say this was not Eddie Munson’s scene but here he sat in a circle with a small group of kids from the party who wanted to play a silly kids game, spin the bottle.

Normally Eddie would have excused himself or even left at this point but (Y/n) was here and sat in the circle so even if he wasn’t playing he needed to be close by.

To make matters worse due to both their schedules he hadn’t seen her all day or gotten any kind of affection from her let alone a kiss.

He had expected one when they sat down during the calm before the storm but she was too distracted taking to Steve and Robin.

The fact that when the bottle pointed at (Y/n) it also pointed at Steve should have brought Eddie some comfort. Steve was a good man after all, he wouldn’t try anything especially not tonight.

Unfortunately Steve wasn’t the problem it was everyone else’s reactions mixed with how natural their kiss was that stuck a dagger right through Eddie’s chest.

There was no awkwardness to it and no accusations of losing a bet followed either.

In fact what did follow was someone slapping Steve on the back for getting to kiss her.

Before Eddie can even spare a glimpse (Y/n)’s way he’s storming off outside.

He tried to calm himself by having a smoke but it seemed all he could focus on was the bitter taste in his mouth.

“Eddie what’s wrong why’d you take off like that?”

“I’m fine sweetheart go back inside.”

“I don’t want to go back in without you.”

He hates the twinge that sends right to his heart.

“It’s cold out here.”

She doesn’t listen staying in place despite her lack of a coat paired with a particularly hard gust of window.

Eddie sighs getting rid of his cigarette before shoving his jacket off his shoulders and handing it to her.

“Take this at least.”

She smiles gratefully covering her bare shoulders.

“Thank you Eds.”

She tried to kiss his cheek while he helped her with the jacket but he jerked away making her frown.

“What’s wrong talk to me please.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me when we sat down and you leaned over to grab your drink? Normally you would have kissed me.”

“I don’t know you looked uncomfortable as it was I didn’t want to make it worse.”

Eddie scoffs shaking his head.

“Didn’t want to make it worse or didn’t want king Steve back there to see?”

“What why would I care what Steve sees?”

“I don’t know you tell me you’re the one kissing him.”

“Yeah for a game, I don’t understand Eddie why are you getting so upset about this?”

“Because those are my kisses! Mine not Steve’s!”

The sentence is followed by a thick heavy silence.

It clicked to(Y/n), he was jealous.

In his head Eddie knows he sounds like a petulant child. An angry little boy fighting over his favorite toy. But right now that doesn’t matter to him.

“It’s not-”

“I mean fuck I’m so stupid!”

“You aren’t stupid!”

“Clearly I am because I fooled myself that somehow you weren’t gonna get taken from me like every other good thing in my god damn life.”

“I’m not going anywhere-”

“I get it he’s king Steve and I’m just the freak! You should be with someone like him, everyone fucking sees it. They see you kissing me and wonder what bet you lost or how good of a deal you must be getting on weed because why else would you be kissing the freak show.”

“No one thinks that Eddie at least not anyone that matters.”

“Oh no princess our friends see it. They’ve been talking about it since you started kissing me. Hell even Henderson thought you had some body snatchers thing going on because why the hell else would you be kissing me.”

“Then they’re wrong!”

“Maybe guys like me deserve to be kissed but not by someone like you.”

“That’s not true you do deserve to be kissed by me really! Let’s just go talk about this.”

“It’s fine (Y/n) your charity work is over. Whatever this is, is done. I should have thanked you for the first one and left it at that.”

(Y/n), not sweetheart, not princess just her name. It stung more than most of what he said.

“You aren’t charity work Eddie I kissed you because that’s what I wanted I mean it.”

“Just go back inside it’s cold out here.”

“No not without you please let’s talk about this.”

“I don’t belong in there just as much as I don’t belong with you.”

With that Eddie disappears into his van and down the road.

(Y/n) stands there for a minute letting the tears fall staring at the spot his van had been parked.

There’s a long pause where the only sound filling the quiet night air is the sound of her quiet cries.

It takes about five minutes before someone clears their throat.

“I’m sorry if I caused trouble between you two.”

“It’s alright Steve you didn’t do anything on purpose.”

“You should go after him.”

“I don’t think he wants to be around me right now.”

“Look Munson gave me some good advice once and I really should have listened to him. And he looks at you the way I’m sure I look at my girl. Don’t let a fight be what keeps you guys apart.”

“He’s a smart man when he wants to be.”

“You want me to take you home?”

(Y/n) nods wiping away a few stray tears.

Steve wraps an arm around her shoulders leading her off to the car.

At the trailer Eddie slumps down onto the couch earning a concerned look from his uncle who’s sat in his recliner.

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you and (Y/n) have a fight?”

“How do you know something happened with (Y/n)?”

“No one else could have you so upset so cut the crap boy what’s goin on?”

“I ended things. She shouldn’t be slumming it with a guy like me. She deserves better.”

“That has to be the dumbest fuckin thing I’ve ever heard you say and you’ve said some stupid shit.”

“It’s true she shouldn’t be wasting time kissing me. Not when she should be with someone like Steve Harrington.”

“Is he the one with the hair? Why are you worryin about her kissin him? Did he put the moves on her or somethin?”

“We were playing this game and she had to kiss Steve and they- they just looked so right together.”

“Oh well I didn’t realize it was something so serious.”

“It is serious Wayne! They looked so good together, better than we do. Like she should be kissing him not settling with the trailer park freak.”

“Now you knock that off!”

It was rare that Wayne raised his voice towards his nephew. He usually only saved the guardian card for when Eddie wasn’t doing so well.

“I won’t listen to talk like that. For one reason or another that girl clearly cares about you a lot. And I know that she doesn’t care about any of that stuff you’re rantin on about. Don’t go screwin up a good thing because you’re getting in your own head.”

“I’m gonna go listen to music, need to clear my head.”

“Just think about it kid. She makes you happy, I don’t want to see you miss out on something good because you talked yourself out of it before it could start.”

The next day Eddie mopes around the trailer blaring his music, practicing the newest Metallica song, and smoking.

It’s storming hard like raining sideways hard. The fat drops drumming against the metal of the trailer. Trees heavily swaying to their sides. Thunder so loud it rattled the windows.

Eddie was surprised when a knock could be heard from the door.

Wayne who was getting ready to leave for work shared the same confused look.

Eddie shrugged moving to the door. He was even more surprised to see Dustin Henderson dressed in a yellow rain coat standing with his bike. He was partially out of breath panting.

“You live ridiculously far away you know that?”

“What the hell are you doing here Henderson?”

Eddie grabs the younger boy by the back of his collar yanking him into the trailer.

Dustin shoved the drenched hood of his coat down glaring up at Eddie.

Normally the young boy would be too intimidated to be so bold to the dungeon master but right now he was pissed.

“Are you crazy? You broke (Y/n)’s heart at that party you guys when to yesterday you know that right?”

“Dustin listen you don’t-”

“No you don’t get it Eddie. We didn’t tease you because we thought you weren’t good enough for (Y/n) we teased you about it because it’s so blatantly obvious to everyone but the two of you how in love you guys are! Because we’ve been talking about how long it would take for months and when you guys started kissing we hoped but you’d catch on finally but clearly you’re dumber than that!”

Eddie has his hands on his hips listening to the boys rant and it makes a lot more sense than the few people he could call friends mocking him.

His heart sinks knowing how much he hurt her.

“I really broke her heart?”

“Yes dude she’s crushed! After you left yesterday Steve drove her home and she didn’t stop crying the whole way. Believe it or not girls don’t just go around kissing people that they don’t have feelings for! She loves you a lot for some reason and you’re blowing it!”

“Shit.”

“The guys and I talked and we really don’t want to lose her at Hellfire because you were too much of a chicken to ask her out! It’s bad enough I have to deal with this shit with Steve I don’t want to hear it from you too!”

Eddie’s already started tugging on his leather jacket and shoving his shoes on.

Eddie thought back on Harrington’s situation with Wheeler and his stomach nearly dropped to his feet. That’s not what he wanted not with (Y/n).

He wanted to kiss her and hold her and be like all those stupid couples in the cheesy rom coms he avoided at Family Video. He didn’t want to be the cynical man his parents failed marriage created. He wasn’t going to be that guy, not anymore.

Dustin sighed looking up at Eddie’s hurt expression.

“Look, Steve’s with her at the diner something about wanting to take her out and at least cheer her up. I’m sure you could still find them there.”

Dustin barely managed to get the sentence out before Eddie’s slamming the door open taking off outside.

Dustin takes off after him hopping into the passenger seat.

Eddie must break at least five traffic laws on the way to the diner causing Dustin to clutch the handle on the door for dear life complaining about getting sick several times only for Eddie to reply “You hurl in my van you’re cleaning it up Henderson.”

Dustin literally thanks god with the van hastily pulls into one of the last two vacant parking spots at the crowded diner.

Eddie throws open his door making long strides to the door.

By the time he was even to the sidewalk he was drenched. Brown wavy hair sticking to his face water dripping off his clothes even his white sneakers were full of water.

From where he stands he can see (Y/n) and Steve beginning exit the establishment. The part of Eddie’s brain that usually told him to tuck tail and run seemed to be fast asleep because he’s rooted in his spot despite the fact that there’s no cover from the rain.

Steve and (Y/n) are standing in the vestibule (Y/n) holding brown to go bags while he fumbled with an umbrella.

Eddie’s eyes meet (y/n)’s through the glass window.

Her amused smile falls into a look Eddie can’t place but before he can think too hard about it she’s shoving the bags into Steve’s arms running out the door.

Contrary to (Y/n) Steve seemed much less surprised by the whole ordeal.

“Eddie?”

She’s standing in front of him even with the sky flooding down on them.

Eddie doesn’t respond staring at her.

How could he have been so stupid before.

“I was wrong. Like really fucking wrong. Like more wrong than people who say that poison is a metal band.” (Sorry if that insults anyone it just sounded like something he would say and they were as close as I could think of for a ‘poser’ style band he might disagree with)

“About what, what are you doing here?”

“I was wrong about everything sweetheart fucking everything. I don’t want to give up even if I probably should! You are mine okay not Steve’s or any one else’s, mine. Screw what everyone else thinks, screw what I thought it doesn’t matter! I’m not gonna lose you because I don’t want to lose you not now not ever okay?”

Before she can even think of responding he steps closer. In a heartbeat his hands are cupping her face his intense brown eyes watery as they are bore into her own.

She whispers his name but it’s too late Eddie’s already connecting their lips together.

It doesn’t take her anytime to react before she’s grabbing at his denim vest stepping closer.

Eddie’s heart his hammering in his chest so hard he’s surprised it hasn’t stopped.

When they pull apart they’re both breathless and his forehead rests against her own.

“Okay maybe I was right about one part.”

“What’s that Ed’s?”

“Those are definitely my kisses.”

His grin is a bit cocky but (Y/n) can’t seem to mind right now.

“Told you, you deserved to be kissed for real.”

Steve clearing his throat causes the two to take a step back.

He’s stood under the umbrella food in hand smiling similarly to how a proud parent does.

“Here’s your food, I’ll go grab Henderson.”

He passes the bags to Eddie.

Steve doesn’t linger moving to Eddie’s van.

Eddie looks to (y/n) with a questioning look.

“The food was for us I was hoping to bring it by and we could talk.”

“How about we take it out to lovers lake and have a picnic in the van? Then after we can have our first real kiss not as friends?”

They’re both grinning ear to ear.

“Does that mean I can’t kiss you the whole way there?” (Y/n) teases moving towards the van.

“Uh shit no you better I’m afraid I need those kisses princess I’ve gone without them for too long if I don’t get one soon I’ll just die.”

“Get in the van drama queen and I’ll kiss you as much as you want!”

“Don’t speak too soon princess your lips might get sore.”

Tags of incredibly sweet people:

@cal-is-not-on-branding

@lil-quinnie

@sister-cirice

@metalsoutherncatlady

[puhpandas]

I’ve been seeing a lot of Gregory evil-posting lately, so I’m gonna spin things around and highlight his positives! I personally like Gregory’s character already, but I’ll be so happy when they finally address his GGY arc and the animatronics.

He doesn’t have to have huge amounts of lore or be related to previous characters for me to enjoy him, he’s just a funny silly lil kid with an attitude and sass who brings joy + hope to other characters’ lives (Freddy, Cassie, Vanessa) even if he’s deemed as a problem in the eyes of others, and the little things + the fandom’s hcs for him just add to his character. Ex: he’s a rascal who probably gets hurt on the daily, kind of implied by canon if the missing tooth and bandaids are anything to go by, but still. He’s an inspiring artist too which I feel is often forgotten by fanon. Also, he cuts his own hair, whether that’s out of necessity or emphasizing his independence, it’s still a fun detail!

He’s a troublemaker who is in fact trying his best <3 and him liking Freddy over “cooler” bots like Monty is still really special to me (I miss their bond sm) Overall, he has heart even if it’s not always shown. Steel Wool does a good job at making their characters unique, and Gregory’s no exception

I’m honestly excited to see where they take him, I just feel like Steel Wool would know not to villainize a child character in such a child-hating fandom, but also it serves no purpose to the story they’re trying to tell!

ur so right about everything here anon!! I love canon Gregory even in the most strict sense. hes already not MEANT to be painted as the villain, and has been shown to do more good than bad. I also trust steel wool like you said at the end to not do that to him. I feel like it just wouldnt make sense, and even if the executions are sometimes questionable they truly are good writers that make good decisions for their story

I also cant wait to see where they go with him. I'm just excited for steel wool to focus on him again!

(I also miss Gregory and freddys bond anon... you and I are in the same boat🤝)

[divination1330]

Gonna ramble about fandom on this account, because who cares. Warning, really long post

I’ve liked the (mostly created by the fandom due to a lack of material) ship between Shiro and Adam for ages. Like, ever since I found out about it. And it’s for one huge reason. I am going to try and focus on source material and what I know about space, because my headcannons are all over the place.

I’ve wanted to be an astronaut my entire life, and having someone in my life who would stick out loving me through that dream is probably my greatest hope.

I’ve also got someone in my life who is like that. Who matches me for my talent and my heart but overall doesn’t have any aspirations like mine. They want to settle down and just have a mechanical engineering job that pays enough and that they enjoy (and a lot of pets). Their extracurriculars aren’t high stakes, they aren’t chasing grades for their future, but they still push themselves. They still demand the best from themselves that they can, and I do the same thing.

We’ve never had unhealthy competition. We’ve always tried to push each other and lean into each other’s ambitions and interests, but they have supported me in this dream without any doubt. They’re fully expecting to have to deal with the stress of me going to space.

I also never want to put them through that. My current aspirations already take me away from them so much. What will that do to my partner and my best friend in the years to come? Will I want them to move on, find someone who actually has their feet on the ground?

I like the fact that there was a breaking point between Shiro and Adam, despite how it seems like Adam was the closest person to Shiro. We hear nothing about Shiro having a family outside of mentoring Keith, and possibly his work with the Holts, if you want to count that. Adam is still the only person to call Shiro by his first name, and they were nearly married. From the photo in the background they flew together as well. As an aviator that drives me up the wall. The protective instinct that I’ve seen pilots have for each other, and the reckless streak, is so interesting (that’s an entire other topic about what the personalities of pilots means for Voltron, and for Shiro in particular).

You bet your ass Adam was at the end of his rope. I like to see him as a parallel to Haggar in the same way Shiro was a parallel to Zarkon. Haggar’s search for knowledge corrupted her and tore her apart. She was selfish in doing so. She refused to let the people she loved die, and let it drive her to insanity. Adam was a teacher, not a scientist. His job was about sharing knowledge. What did Adam do when someone he cared about endangered their life in a way higher than the risks that they had ever taken on together?

When he realized that Shiro was inevitably going to an environment that speeds up muscular atrophy and osteoporosis for a long term mission with a minimal crew and is extremely taxing on mental health, which from the scraps we know about Shiro’s illness and personality is probably highly dangerous on several accounts, he let go.

He decided he cared about someone enough to let them go and preserve his own sanity, because he could never control them. You bet that hurt. He wouldn’t hold on to someone and do horrible things to try to work against someone’s own autonomy.

(PS: I’m really interested in Shiro’s personality in regards to being something uncontrollable. He’s the guardian of the air, to his knowledge his life is incredibly fragile, he’s the definition of astronauts being medical experiments and extremophiles, he’s a model student, he’s going to be young forever until he isn’t and he’ll lose everything that makes him part of the garrison, he’s a born leader and an incredible strategist, he’s built his own family from people he met at a military school, he commits insubordination, he’s the garrisons youngest pilot of a long-term mission, he decided to mentor a kid who stole his car, he managed to become a symbol of hope to the blades while in what could have been his lowest moments, he’s faced with a kid pulling his rank to make a decision and immediately makes it a team effort, you’ll never catch him taking a break, what?)

That’s what I think is the illustration of the very start of the difference between Zarkon and Shiro. Zarkon nearly tore reality apart and refused to let Haggar go at the expense of so much. Before Shiro ever went to space, he was on both sides of that decision, in a way. Would he stay because someone who had such an impact on him loved him, or would he continue with his mission because he might be the only one who can do this.

Zarkon abandoned his team and his service to Voltron for someone he loved beyond anything. Haggar abandoned everything in her search for knowledge, believing that Zarkon would do anything to save her.

Shiro and Adam both serve the morals of the Garrison, what has become their home. They both study flight, and engineering, and what lies beyond the atmosphere. They have been there for each other since what seems like the start. Adam looked at all the risks and knew he could never try to make a decision for Shiro, but he also wasn’t able to stand by and watch while he hurt himself. Shiro looked at his options and believed that he was the only one able to pilot the Kerberos mission the farthest manned mission the Garrison had ever conducted. They let each other go because they loved each other. They loved each other because of those same reasons in the first place. They wouldn’t be who they are without those traits, those values.

At the end of the day, Adam dies because of those same values. He defended Earth, and probably did the exact same thing Shiro would have done. They were just both like that. Selfless, and very aware of what Earth means.

But what if he made it?

How would that pan out?

I can say this. Through all of it, my partner feels like the only person who truly gets all of this. The ambition, the sacrifices, the strain. I also hide stuff from them when I don’t want them to become too worried, at least till it blows over. Especially with flight involved, or space accidents. I’ve cried on their shoulder about some of this, and they also feel like my only haven some days.

Shiro comes back, and the one person who gets him is fighting the same fight Shiro is. Adam is in danger and taking the same risks Shiro is, and the problem is he isn’t special, not like the paladins, and now the universe really is at stake. What decisions would Shiro make? Especially since they broke up? How much have they both changed?

What if Shiro has to choose between his universe and the universe

And what does he do in the wake of losing his body, his illness, and nearly his mind. He’s lost a limb all over again. His tormentor is his savior, and also someone who lost everything so long ago. He’s coming back home after at least six years, and he can only really remember two, but is it really home? He’s not dying anymore, and now he really has to think about surviving the war and having a life. He’s not expendable anymore, and he’s not in the feild with the paladins he swore to protect. As an Admiral no less, and pilot of a sentient war ship. He lost Black, and gained Atlas.

Who is he going to? Everyone depends on him, everyone has expectations for him.

Who wouldn’t understand all of the things that happened, but understands him. Would he even deserve that person anymore

What does Adam think? Here’s someone who changed his life, through friendship and love and death, who’s now back. The sky was their graveyard, and now it’s their battleground. And he knows more than anyone about them. He knows the way they fly, fight, strategize, everything. At least, the way they did it before they disappeared. How are they still alive? Have they changed? Is he even remotely in their orbit anymore? Does he deserve to be?

At the end of the day, I think Adam would be the only one to see Shiro for who he really is during those last months of the war on Earth. A man with the universe on his shoulders, who is more unsure of his place in it than ever. I also think Adam would be the first person to help him let it go. After all, they used to do everything together. Garrison classes, flying, work, why not this?

Maybe having two people so intrinsically intertwined, who chose each other for who knows what reasons, and chose the universe because they loved each other, was the only way to reverse ten thousand years of war from one selfish decision. Maybe it took two people accepting they could never change each other, and would never want to, in order to change everything

Yeah, sucker for space context to Voltron and extremely dynamic relationships. Fun fact, took me and my partner years to date each other after I first asked them out. We were best friends for ages before they responded by asking me out after my initial ask years before.

Well, this is a fandom account now I guess. Get ready for the brain rot

[seinfeldsimp]

a series of orchestral events - the record shop

jerry seinfeld x reader

warning: kissing!!!

as we go, the series will have an out-of-order timeline, but the same ‘you’ will be there. formatted like pulp fiction, in a way!

“what, classical music is interesting? lemme tell you, there hasn’t been a moment that i haven’t fallen asleep listening to whatever mozart’s whatever the hell on the radio,” jerry said.

“mozart tends to be overplayed, anyway. you should actually culture yourself a little more, they say that listening to classical music helps you focus.”

“focus what?”

with a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling. “you know, if my eyes were closed, i’d think i was with my brother right now. have you ever had to focus on anything?”

“i dunno about you and your college classes, small fry, but i need not to focus on anything. i simply observe and elaborate.”

“man,” you scoffed, getting right up in jerry’s face, “you just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?”

“i may enjoy it a little too much at this point,” he sang. “how about you show me something a little interesting, music wo-man?”

“fine! easy.”

looking around, you clocked the turntables placed on the back wall for listening to music; now to find the music. speed-walking over to the classical era, you look for the S divider, fingering through different choices before you found what you wanted. in a swift movement, you spun to the side and snaked your way through the aisles again before spotting a player with a table next to it, a box of headphones on top. perfect.

“hey!” you heard jerry call out. “don’t go so fast!”

he finally caught up to you and watched as you placed the vinyl into the turntable, plugged in a headphone splitter into the jack and fished for headphones.

the wires were a bit tangled, but you pulled out two sets in no time. and both were in good condition! you plopped a set on jerry’s head, and then your own.

“i didn’t realize you were gonna find something so fast—“

“shh!” putting a finger to his lips, you whispered, ”record stores are like libraries. you don’t want to talk too loud and disturb others. they’re trying to listen to the music they might buy.” you turned back to the player and closed the top, pressing play once it fully closed.

jerry took hold of your wrist, pulling your hand away lightly. “what are you talking about, nobody else here is even wearing headphones—“

“shh!!” you pressed your finger to his lips once more. “we listen in our heads.” the absurdity of your statement made you giggle in the end. too skeptical for words, jerry shot you a look. “i know! i know, it’s weird, but i swear. that’s what we do. especially the music school kids.”

you looked back at the record spinning. “this…this is my favorite.”

your subconscious decided to analyze the situation, at this very moment. record in your right hand, your left was held in place by jerry’s own, your finger still pressed against his mouth. he shifted so you were more caressing his cheek, but you could still feel the air treading lightly on your skin as he breathed through his nose.

try not to freak out, you told yourself, just pay attention to your favorite part.

“it’s scheherazade, the third movement. i usually listen to it by starting at the second movement, though. i can’t remember the last time i started at the very beginning.”

with your free hand, you slowly turned the volume a little bit louder.

you turned to look at jerry, who seemed to be deep in thought while staring at you. you hoped he was liking it so far…

the music engulfed all your senses, as it usually did. it was just so. damn. good.

your eyes fluttered shut, head tipped back, and it was as if no one else existed in the world.

just you and the music.

in fact, you became so entranced by the music that you didn’t feel jerry take your hand off his face. you didn’t feel him place both hands on either side of your own face; you broke when he pulled you in and kissed you.

eyes shot open, then closed right away. you kissed back a little too excitedly; after all, this was your first clear indication that he was interested in you. hands took place around his waist and held his back, slightly pushing him even closer to your own body. you felt jerry smile into the kiss, and just as you knew he was about to deepen it…

the entrance of the final movement came in a loud bang, a huge contrast from the ending of the movement before; this startled both of you out of the moment. you both panted, from the music startling you as well as the kiss that went longer than you thought.

one hand stayed holding you while the other pulled his headphones down, leaving them hanging around his neck.

retracting both of your own hands from his waist, you pulled your headphones down as well.

you broke the silence, voice low in volume. “did you…like it..?”

it was almost impossible to push that question out of your stomach and into the atmosphere, the air was so stiff. you were positive he heard, even felt your heart beat out of your chest.

jerry’s lips parted, but no words came out just yet. he had hungry eyes; they flicked between your own eyes and your lips. “well,” jerry replied just the same, “i like you.” he came closer, so his mouth was right next to your ear. “and i think you like me too.”

[fyodior]

Hey Flora!! I absolutely love matchups so I wanted to give this a try!

Nickname: Ai Mbti: ESTP Pronouns: She/Her

Basic Info: I work in graphic design, my jobs pretty flexible, so I stay home quite frequently during work hours.

Appearance: I’m pretty tall, about 6’1. I have long black hair, really dark brown eyes, and pale skin.

Personality: I’d consider myself a relatively smart person- especially when it comes to people. I try to analyze everyone around me, it helps me talk to them in a way were it’s more possible I’ll get the outcome I want (If that makes any sense-) People call me manipulative and hey, maybe I am, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I’m kind of stubborn, if I don’t wanna do something unnecessary, I’m not gonna bother. I’m sorry this is really bad, I can’t really describe myself flat out so I’ll try to elaborate on it more in other ways 😭

Likes: Drama, ever since I was little I always liked knowing everything about everyone (I was a fucking menace as a kid 😰) Debates, sure, some instances could be considered arguments but they’re still entertaining— if I’m passionate about an opinion, I WILL fight to the death about it. Music, I can’t even focus w/o listening to music, I always carry my headphones with me. Horror, again, ever since I was kid, I’ve always been into horror. I could ramble about Junji Ito’s work (*cough* The Enigma of Amigara Fault *cough*) all day long. Cussing people out, not sure why, it’s just fucking hilarious. Pulling allnighters. Spiders, used to bring in these massive orb weavers into my house as a kid and let them live in my room.

Dislikes: Being dominated, any context, I do not like it. Being told to shut up, I swear to god I can deck you in the face and will if you don’t let me ramble about the random nonsense I enjoy. Overly sensitive people. I cannot stand people who go off crying every 5 minutes. Harry Styles. I fucking hate Harry Styles. I don’t actually have many things I genuinely dislike tbh-

Nsfw: why not

Characters I don’t want to be paired with: Mori

ai x ango

first off -- sorry this took me so long!! im hoping its better late than never ♡

✎ i rly feel like this is the perfect match for u

✎ the general vibes i am picking up are: intelligent (emotionally and academically), straightforward, passionate, analytical. very virgo

✎ this is essentially ango in a nutshell too pfffff

✎ i think its less manipulation and more being confident in knowing what you want and how to get it. also very ango. he would have immense respect for this/for you and you drive and decisiveness as a person

✎ i feel like ango can tend to act a bit high and mighty, but he would see you entirely as an equal. you match him in intellect and commitment to a cause.

✎ you are both very fact-driven, and less so emotionally driven. you'd often see eye to eye on a lot of topics, just because you come at them with the same viewpoint/attitude

✎ re: also strongly dislikes overly emotional people who are incredibly sensitive and reactive

✎ on the flip side this man is messy as fuck and so is a drama queen bfdkfjdfkj he will gossip with you and get nosy he loves it

✎ he can come off as cold/distant and self-serving, but in private he is far from it. he would gladly listen to you essentially present dissertations on whatever topic has caught your attention recently, or

✎ i see him as a very gentle lover. would never ever make you feel like anything other than his equal whom he loves and respects, and wants to treat you as such. he's the type you can just sit in comfortable silence with, not feeling any obligation to "entertain" the other.

✎ gentle lover continued: he's very thoughtful and in tune with your wants and needs, as he is also incredibly analytical and reads people very well. he can tell when you're having a shit day and will quietly bring you your comfort food/drink or just put on some music for you and leave you alone if that's what you want. he wouldn't bother the shit out of you to talk it out with him or whatever pffff he knows you'll communicate when and how you want.

✎ nsfw: i see ango as not necessarily vanilla, but appreciates simpler things. he LOVES seeing you in lingerie, especially something he picked out for you. riding him wearing a lacy black set of bra and panties pushed to the side- mf will last approximately 5 minutes fdkfjkdf but don't worry he will eat you out/finger you to your hearts content and come as many times as he can pull out of you teehee

✎ ango does not mind being the dominated one in the relationship sexually bfdkfjdbd i see this man being so pathetic and whiny in bed and will totally let you fuck him up pls

✎ i guess what im trying to say is that the two of you would coexist very well, and view/approach life very similarly. perfect match imo :)

[httpdabi]

The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

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Long Time No See - Part 2

Thank you to everyone for all the encouragement on the first part of this fic!! I hope you enjoy the second. Posting it here and over on ao3!

eventual asher/darlin/david. right now it’s just hurt darlin and protective asher and david.

tags: hurt/comfort, injury, abusive relationship (quinn. it’s quinn. all the quinn tags will eventually be needed), angst, pack feels, protective pack, developing relationships. adult content.

LONG TIME NO SEE -part two-

The truck ride felt long, because they had too much to think about and neither would say anything while Darlin was asleep between them. And Asher has shit to say. Like, the fact that the asshole’s name was Quinn and he’d been hunting darlin every night since they broke up with him.

When they turned a corner, Darlin’s head lulled onto Asher’s shoulder, their side already pressed into his. It was hard to explain how good that felt. It wasn’t just the physical comfort of having them against him, it was knowing they were safe and, even deeper, knowing that they trusted them enough to sleep like that.

He watched David’s hands flexing against the steering wheel, like his bones didn’t feel right or maybe like he was convincing himself not to shift every second.

They got to the building, parking along the street. The sun was down. There was no reason to think Quinn would find Darlin with them, but even if he did, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything against three wolves, let alone an alpha.

David killed the engine and for another few seconds they just sat there, and then David opened his door and got out of the truck. Darlin jarred awake, eyelids straining as if they could convince them to stay open this time. “Where…” they started, swallowing hard and looking around.

Asher’s heart hurt for them. They were so brutally tired and literally drained. “At the apartment.” He saw them tense, their gaze flicking around the dark street. He touched their arm, squeezing gently. “Not your apartment, ours. We’ve got you.”

Darlin sagged, eyes losing focus as they seemed to be physically pulled toward sleep now. “Ash…” They swallowed hard, gaze flicking to his for a moment. “I don’t feel good.” It was such a small confession but for them it was huge. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard them admit that, not even when they’d all had the flu when they were kids, or when they’d done too many shots when they were teens and gotten sick in Gabe’s yard, or any of the dozens of times they’d broken bones.

David popped Asher’s door open.

Asher unbuckled Darlin. “It gonna be okay,” he promised, and he had every intention of making it true. “You can sleep. We won’t let anything happen.”

Darlin’s eyes closed but they winced like it wasn’t a choice. They’re body had surrendered to the promise of safety, believing him even if their mind wasn’t always ready to.

Asher slid out of the truck and pulled Darlin out too, holding them against the side of his body.

They got them upstairs, into the apartment, and never even discussed where they were putting Darlin to bed. Asher pulled down the covers on David’s bed and David laid them out. Asher took off their boots while David got them out of their jacket.

They didn’t say anything until they left the room and went back down the hall to the living room.

“Did you call a healer?” Asher whispered.

David huffed in the affirmative.

Asher looked down the hall toward the half-closed door. “His name is Quinn. He’s been hunting them. They don’t go home at night, afraid he’ll show up there. I don’t think they’ve been sleeping much and now the blood loss…”

 -

 David winced but nodded, leaning against the wall where he could see both the front door and the hall. He had called a healer while he was getting the truck, someone that wouldn’t hesitate to make a discreet house call. He needed a healer to take a look at them, make sure there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be resolved with sleep and food, and then he needed to lock the door and plant himself on the fucking couch so he could keep an eye on it until sunup.

“When I first saw a bite on them…I thought someone had marked them,” Asher confessed, still whispering.

David looked at him, considering that and the conflict in Asher’s voice. Was he ashamed of thinking it? No. Oh. He was ashamed of being pissed about it? “I would have been upset too,” he admitted, even if he didn’t like admitting it. But they’d both always liked Darlin, it wasn’t a secret between them. There were no secrets between them.

Asher sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Now I kind of wish it had just been a mark.”

David didn’t want to point out that it sort of was, just not the sort Asher would ever admit counted for anything but evidence of abuse. But David doubted any other vamps would come close to Darlin right now even if they walked right through one of those basement blood clubs.

How had Darlin met this vamp? How had they ever thought it didn’t matter that someone was treating them like that? He wanted to ask the questions out loud, pretend it was outrageous and beyond understanding, but he kept thinking about the way they used to flinch when they were a kid and how their parents eventually left them in Dahlia. Left them. It had been so hard to understand then. Darlin had been shy of eighteen but on their own.

That was the part that always snagged in his brain. On their own. But they had the whole pack! Only that was never how pack had worked with Darlin. They hadn’t left and that was a blessing, but they’d struggled to be comfortable with other wolves and taken to other friendships. And he’d let that happen. He’d told himself it was better to give them space than to pressure them or crowd them. The last thing he’d ever wanted was for them to leave his pack—to leave their family.

“You’re spiraling,” Asher pointed out.

David blinked at him. Yes, he was. And of course Asher saw that. He saw everything. David glance toward the hall again. They’d put Darlin in their bed. Maybe that had been the wrong thing to do. Maybe they’d wake up and freak out.

“You’re still spiraling…” Asher smiled for the first time that night, amused even if he was tired under the weight of heartache. He took a step closer, right in front of David. His hand drifted into the space between them, up, until his fingertips brushed David’s collar. And then his palm settled over his heart, pressing a little, making sure he felt him.

David sighed, closing his eyes and giving in to that small comfort. He couldn’t remember when Asher had started doing that.

Someone knocked at the door. Neither moved for another second or two before David opened his eyes and nodded. He brushed against Asher on his way past, to let the healer in. They were a friend of sorts, he’d exchanged a few favors with them over the years.

He let them in, explaining that one of his pack had been bitten a few times and he thought they were suffering from blood loss but he wanted someone to take a look and heal the bites. The healer nodded along, looking generally unimpressed by the situation. David had yet to see them look impressed by any situation he’d presented them with.

“Sounds easy enough. Where are they?”

Asher moved then, leading the way. He started making whispered small talk, casual and charming. David doubted the healer realized Asher was hovering the whole time to keep an eye on them. Non-pack was always a stranger.

David followed too, but gave them a little more space.

Darlin was still out cold on the bed.

The healer flicked the lights on and Asher frowned, there for a split-second and then gone. But Darlin didn’t wake—didn’t even move. The healer went around to the other side of the bed, the side Darlin was closest to.

But as soon as their hand touched Darlin’s shoulder, they were awake. Or, alert, at least. Their eyes opened, narrowed, and their lip curled into a snarl. They already had a hand around the stranger’s wrist, shoulders lifting off the bed like they might sit up—only they didn’t, couldn’t. David was on the bed next to them in a flash, his hand around Darlin’s wrist. “It’s okay. Let go.”

Darlin released the healer with a cringe, shaking in his grip.

Fuck.

They whined in the back of their throat but sank back on the bed, eyes unfocused again and struggling to stay open.

“You’re okay,” David promised.

“He’s going to kill me,” Darlin whispered, eyes closing. “I’m sorry. Don’t make me go.” Their words slurred, clearly pulled up from a nightmare or just some deep fear he knew they wouldn’t have wanted to let slip. But they still cut deep at David’s heart.

“It’s probably just the exhaustion,” the healer said casually, reaching out again to touch Darlin’s shoulder now that David still had their hand. They pulled Darlin’s collar to the side and tugged off the bloody bandage to get a look at the torn skin. For the first time since he’d met them, he saw the healer truly frown. “Or not…” they muttered but didn’t ask any questions. “Help me sit them up.”

David tugged Darlin up into a sitting position. They were asleep again, but their face pinched and little whines caught in their throat. Did they really imagine he would throw them out? For what? Being in trouble? No. That wouldn’t how Darlin would think of it—they would think that they were causing trouble or showing weakness, either way, a bad representative of the pack.

The healer pulled Darlin’s shirt up and off. Their eyes flicked over the bruises and bites, many of them scabbed over or healed in scars. David laid Darlin back down, surprised when he realized Darlin was holding on to his hand now.

The healer put their palm over the fresh wound on their throat first and David watched it and the deep bruises fade away. Some color even returned to their skin, their lips no longer the same drained shade as the rest of them.

Their hands trailed Darlin’s arms and then moved down their sides, pausing a couple of times to heal dark bruising and scabs that hadn’t quite yet scarred. And then they reached up to Darlin’s face, fingers seeming to map scalp, probably feeling for lumps or cuts before finally thumbing away the bruising around one of their eyes. By the time they were done, Darlin looked leagues better—like they really were just sleeping now and not recovering from a nightmare.

The healer got up and stretched. “They still need to sleep and eat. I can’t heal away malnutrition and sleep deprivation, Shaw.”

He secretly appreciated that berating tone. It was his responsibility, after all, it should sound like he’d been the one that fucked this up. Although he saw Asher frowning at the healer from behind, looking ready to argue. “Got it,” David said before his beta could defend is honor.

The healer walked around the bed, toward the door, pausing for a second but not looking back. Their voice softened just a little. “Don’t let that vamp near them again. I’ve seen that mess plenty of times. You got lucky you found out now rather than later. He’d kill them eventually.”

Asher followed the healer out of the bedroom and probably to the front door.

David stayed sitting on the side of the bed.

He looked down at Darlin’s hand still hanging on to his. They rolled onto their side, toward him, pushing their face into his pillow. The bags under their eyes were still there, but a lot lighter now. Sleep and food. He could do that, but despite how the healer put it, it was only the beginning. He needed to figure out how to bring Darlin home—how to make them feel safe in their own pack.

It was agony to imagine what could have happened if he hadn’t made them come to the pack meeting tonight—if they hadn’t noticed in time. How long before the vamp would have killed them? A month? A week? Another day? And David would get the call from the Department to come identify a body? Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe no one would have found them. No one would have known. Would he have believed they’d just run away? Maybe. But he would have gone looking.

Darlin dragged a breath, worried even in sleep, hand twitching in his.

He squeezed their hand gently and leaned over them, forehead brushing their temple. They settled down, falling back into deep sleep. “You’re going to be okay,” he whispered and he meant it.

He got up, pulled the covers around them, and then flicked off the lights on his way out.

Asher was locking the front door and rolling his eyes. “Dude, your healer is a dick.”

David smirked and shrugged, sitting down in the corner of the couch, where he could see the door and the window and hear down the hall behind him. “It’s late Ash, you can get some sleep in the guest room.” He didn’t have to explain that he’d sit up and keep watch, Asher would know.

His beta laughed low and went to the kitchen. “Yeah right.” He’d make himself food, probably something microwaved and disgusting, and then he’d drop himself onto the couch next to him. Asher always managed to take up the space of a person three times his size. David complained about it, but secretly loved how he sprawled, always throwing an arm or leg into David’s space—always seeking contact. It was reassuring and comforting and David could definitely use some of that.

 Unbeknownst to them, on the other side of town, Quinn was in Darlin’s apartment. He sat on their couch, and rifled through their things, and scowled at that stupid rubber duck in their fridge, wondering where his misfit had hidden away tonight.

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Hand in Hand - Jake Kiszka (fluff)

Couple: Jake Kiszka/Original female character

Words: 3203

Synopsis: You and your family are not on speaking terms, so when you receive an invitation to your brother’s wedding, you take the drunk decision to take your friend Jake Kiszka as your plus-one.

You noticed how sweaty his forehead was as soon as you walked into the venue, arms intertwined and a big, desperate smile on both of your faces. Jake didn’t look comfortable around your family, and you could feel everyone looking at you when you pressed the side of your body to his, just to confirm he was doing alright. Jake and you both knew he was the one who was supposed to be comforting you, but you understood how hard it was to see yourself in an unfamiliar, hostile setting. 

Jake also knew that this was the result of a joke made up by two blackout drunk people who just so happened to receive a wedding invitation on a friday afternoon. Well, you had received it, but he was right next to you when you opened it and noticed who was getting married. 

Jordan and Sarah.

“Isn’t Jordan your-”, Jake started then, still trying to open another bottle of wine to celebrate your day off. You looked at him and nodded, a sad look on your face. 

Jordan was older by two years. There was always an expectation on him, his intelligence being appreciated by everyone from the family, his beauty getting noticed by every friend, acquaintance and stranger that ever looked at him. You, on the other hand, was always referred to as ‘Jordan’s sister’ and never as Y/N. When you did something great, he would always have at least ten other great things going on in his life. When you finally moved out, Jordan stayed with your parents, like the loving, kind son he was. This situation, created from day one, resulted in a bad relationship with your whole family, no matter what you did or said. 

The invitation to his wedding didn’t actually mean he wanted you to be there. In fact, everyone else was expecting you not to go. So, when you settled the mail inside a drawer, you didn’t expect to get a text from your father, telling you you could bring someone with you, if you wanted, which meant they didn’t think you had a partner, but they were just making sure. 

And that is exactly when you decided this day would be about you. Jake agreed sort of quickly to pretend to be your partner if that meant he could enjoy the free food and live music. The perfect plan: a random guy no one knew about, a long friendship that could easily be transformed into a love story, and a bunch of pictures of the both of you hanging out that could prove your fake narrative to be somehow believable. 

The real deal seemed a little more complicated than your drunk personas imagined, now that every single eye on the venue was turned to you, observing your every step, trying to figure out how you were actually doing and, mainly, why you were there. Jake wasn’t late for once, so you were able to arrive on time for the ceremony, waiting for just a few minutes before the bride - who you admitely didn’t know at all - showed up. 

“This place seems fancy”, he said, trying to focus on you instead of the people surrounding you, trying to get just a little closer, just a bit more intimate. “You never told me they were this rich”. 

You laughed at his comment, quiet enough so you wouldn’t get more attention. 

“They’re not, but mom probably sold a bunch of her jewelry to get this place for the ceremony”, he was the one to laugh this time, too loud. One of your aunts noticed his laugh and struggled to pretend she wasn’t at least a little bit curious. “You have to be careful, they’re gonna eat you alive before you know it”. 

Jake looked at your lap for a moment, noticing your purse matched the color of his tie. He had refused to wear something normal for weeks before you finally agreed on a colorful tie instead of a colorful suit. He pointed at his own outfit before looking at the purse again and smiling like a little kid. 

“My nails match the tie as well”, you said, and showed him the dark orange nail polish you had chosen. “That tie looks hideous, by the way”. 

Someone was right next to you before you could think twice. With a light pink dress, your grandma offered a nice smile. She wasn’t exactly mean to you, but you could tell how much Jordan was her favorite from her two grandchildren. Always the one to get nice Christmas presents and the one to get his pictures taken, while you were not seen around her house at all. She looked happy, not to see you, but because she thought your presence meant there would be some sort of reconciliation soon. Oh, she was wrong.  

“Y/N, you look so grown!”, she started, holding your hands in hers. Jake put his arm around your shoulders for a bit of protection he knew you needed. “I haven’t seen you since your moving away party”. 

Jake understood that was a heavy subject for you, and you could feel his fingers tightening around your shoulder to make sure you wouldn’t be overly rude to her. People started to forget you were a family member as soon as you moved for work, and no one ever tried contacting you for years, which was also the reason why you never tried contacting them as well. 

When you didn’t respond with more than a shy, almost sad little smile, she continued talking. “You look just like your mother when she was young, too! Wish we could have seen you more before you became a woman”. 

“Well, I was right there, grandma”, Jake tried to hide a smile when he heard your response. “It is great to see you again, hope you have a good time during the ceremony”. 

Before you were able to stop him, Jake already had his hand out to introduce himself. Both of you had agreed that it was best for him to just smile and wave and not talk to many people, but you also knew he couldn’t wait for a moment to finally break the rules you made. Grandma seemed a little surprised, but took his hand and his charming smile as an invitation to continue the conversation. 

“I’m Jacob, by the way. It is so nice to finally meet you and the rest of the family, I have been dying for an excuse to show up!”, he said, making his voice a little higher than normal, so he seemed approachable. 

“It’s lovely to meet you, Jacob”, her smile looked a little happier. You knew, even with all of the sadness and everything left unsaid between you, that she was glad to hear you had someone with you. 

Between brief and awkward conversations with your whole family, you finally noticed the only ones who did not make a move to speak with the both of you: your parents. You could tell Jake was intrigued, but he never made a comment about it, keeping it to himself while you tried your best to act normal. 

You didn’t really have to try that hard, if you were being honest, because Jake was always very affectionate to you. For all these years, he would be the one to break the silence between the two of you and tell you about how much your friendship meant to him. Jake was way more touchy than you as well, hugging you and touching you at every given opportunity. You appreciated it, of course, especially at that moment, with his hand sitting right next to yours while the ceremony was finally happening. 

The bride looked beautiful, you needed to admit that. Her blonde hair and fair complexion made her look like a doll, and you could see how much Jordan adored her. Everyone noticed how easy Jordan was at love, feeling it too soon and never having a single heartbreak. It was weird, actually. You used to cry yourself to sleep every now and then because of a random man while Jordan never seemed to be affected by his lovers hurting him. When they exchanged rings and the ceremony ended, you wondered what it felt like when love was easy and effortless. 

You were shaken out of your thoughts by Jake’s fingers on your cheek, only then noticing the tear you had in your eye waiting to drop and change the way people thought you were reacting to the whole thing. You didn’t expect to be emotional, but Jake somehow knew from the start this would happen, cleaning your face with his light touch. When you looked at him, his face was serene, almost inhumanly calm. Jake smiled, and you couldn’t help yourself when you dropped your head to his shoulder, his free hand immediately caressing your loose hair.  You lifted your head to kiss his cheek, noticing your father’s eyes on both of you as you got up to leave for the reception. 

“Do you wonder how she chose that dress?” Jake asked you, a few hours into the reception, your feet hurting and both of you a little too drunk. 

“I guess you just know when you see the one.”, you replied, and he looked at you in a funny way that you didn’t recognize. 

“Oh, I’m sure you do. You just know, right?”, you nodded, looking at your brother while he danced. He was good at that, too. 

“You look handsome tonight. I noticed about 10 of my cousins staring right at you a few minutes ago.” he smiled at your comment, pressing himself a little closer to you, with his hand on your back. 

Everyone seemed to believe you were in a committed relationship. Of course, the way Jake naturally acted helped, but you couldn’t stop wondering when someone would finally ask about your - made up - love story, and how you would try to convince them. 

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, is it ok if we-”, Jake was interrupted by your mother, talking to you for the first time that evening - and that year. 

You knew she wanted you to follow her alone, so you whispered to Jake that he could tell you all about what he wanted to say later, after they had a mostly awkward conversation that would probably end up with you crying at some comment. Your mother looked beautiful, her face looking younger than ever and the happiness in her eyes beautiful. You wished she would show you the same love when you accomplished something, and it was hard not to think about it every single time you looked at her. As you sat next to her at a table far away from the rest of the party, you noticed Jake and his kind smile, trying to tell you it was alright to talk to her, to try and have some time with your mother. 

“You look very nice tonight, I like the blue and orange mixture.”, she said, and you knew she was not being genuine. You hated Jake for wearing orange. 

“I like your dress too, glad you decided to wear beige and not white”.

She surprisingly laughed at your joke, not meant to be funny at all. You were never similar to her in any way, but she did have your sense of humor. There was something about the two of you, the way she looked at her and you could see yourself in her eyes, the way your mouth looked like hers and your hair was just a little bit lighter than hers. You didn’t know what to say or where to start, so distant from your whole family that you couldn’t even understand what was so different about you. 

“There’s something on my mind. This whole evening, actually, I have been trying to tell you this.”, she started, finally, and her voice sounded too serious. 

“Look, mom, I don’t need you to lecture me about something, especially not on my brother’s wedding da-”.

“I am so proud of you.”, it was simple, but did not seem real. You looked at her, and she could tell you didn’t believe her.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you grow up through your pictures, and I know I was never a good mother, but your efforts into becoming a good, smart person are really impressive.”, she continued. 

You laughed.

“I was always that person, mom.”, she nodded, noticing her mistake. “I was always there, but I understand Jordan was always doing a little more than me. Thank you, I worked really hard to get here.”

You talked for a few more minutes, and it felt as awkward as you thought it would. It was easy to accept a compliment, but not easy to understand why her behavior was like that for your entire life. Why your whole family treated you the way they did, and why they never tried to make it feel better, easier, less hostile. You knew, however, that you were not an uneducated person, and that it would be incredibly rude of you to discuss that in your brother’s wedding. What was hard is that you didn’t know when this conversation would happen, or if it would at any point in time. 

A hand dropped to your shoulder. You felt Jake’s warm touch and your whole body seemed to relax as an instinct. 

“I’m Jacob”, he introduced himself, charming as ever. 

“Oh! I wondered when she would finally introduce you to me.”, your mom said, and you had to hold your breath to keep yourself from laughing. 

They shared a nice conversation, and you noticed how much happier your mom seemed every time she talked to someone who wasn’t you. She did, at least, say a few words about you and your relationship, telling Jake about ‘how loving and happy’ you both looked from across the room. Jake seemed to know everything about you, from your whole academic upbringing to your career and the way you handled living in a strange city. He talked about your favorite movies and how you would always dance during the final credits, no matter what the music was. He mentioned everything that was important knowing from the last few years and your mom seemed to enjoy having this conversation. You both knew, of course, that it was like she was learning about a stranger for the first time. She finally knew the child she had raised without the love and care she needed was not the woman she was seeing in front of her. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, my favorite song is playing and I desperately need your daughter to dance with me.”, he said, and you laughed at his voice, sounding a little affected by his drinking. You could hear the instrumental introduction to ‘Come on Eileen’ playing while everyone seemed to cheer. “This is a beautiful party. I wish you knew how beautiful it is to share a life with this one right here”.

You knew he was pointing at you before you could even see his finger, and he kissed your head before pulling you by the hand to the dance floor. His comment still lived inside your head while you danced, hand in hand, and he seemed to let loose in front of everyone else. By the end of the song, when everything started to get faster, he pressed himself against you and made the both of you spin around the dance floor, hugging you by your waist. 

“I didn’t know you were an actor.”, you screamed in his ear, the music too loud for anything to be understood. “Were you a theater kid in high school?”

“What? No, Josh was in theater.”, he explained, lost on your comment. “Why do you ask?”

The music ended before another one, a disco classic, could start. Jake couldn’t seem to stop dancing, the alcohol taking care of every little piece of shame still left on his body. You mimicked his moves and laughed, his eyes turning brighter by the minute. 

“You sounded like a good partner when we were talking to mom.”, you said. “I think she might have believed you, Jake, good job!”

“Why wouldn’t she believe me?”, he asked, and you lifted your shoulders a little, starting to grow tired from the intense dancing. “You wanna go outside?”

You nodded at his invitation, and you both left the venue. It was dark outside, the party coming to an end soon, and most of the cars were leaving the parking lot by the time Jake pushed the both of you into a corner. You were staring at him in the dark when he pressed your lips together. You could feel your chest trying to desperately find air to fill your lungs, immediately out of breath. Jake tasted like the drink he just had, and there was nothing in your mind when you finally opened your mouth to let him explore you better. Your hands were messing with his hair, the feeling was a lot different than the other times when you caressed his long waves. It felt like meeting a whole other person, one that didn’t try to make sense of your insecurities and grumpy personality, but tried living with it and finding the good, beautiful parts of you. He was touching you, as well, his hands on your hips in a way that made your bodies feel like one. 

He stopped the kiss a few moments later, leaving you empty. 

“Why did you do that?”, you asked, voice shaky, and he giggled, cleaning your lipstick fromthe corners of your mouth with his finger. 

“You wore blue and orange to your brother’s wedding to match me and you still look beautiful”. His explanation made you laugh too, and you stood for a moment, contemplating one another as people left the venue without noticing the two of you. It took you a few minutes to finally join the party again, just to finally congratulate your brother and his bride and grab your purse from the table. 

As you left, Jake’s arm around your waist and a drunk feeling to the both of you, you could swear you saw your brother smile at you for the first time, and you waved him goodbye with a bit of hope. 

“I can’t believe Jake Kiszka might be the reason why my family starts talking to me again”, you said on your way to the Uber you had called for. Jake held the door open for you and entered right after, laughing for a moment. 

“Some may say I’m a charming guy, so I wasn’t surprised”, you gave his shoulder a little push, focusing on not falling asleep immediately from the booze in your system. 

You kissed his cheek again, the feeling of his skin burning your mouth for the first time in years. 

“My house or your house?”, he asked. 

“My house. Yours stinks.”, he laughed, but didn’t try to prove you wrong. 

You could finally relax next to him, his arms on your shoulders like he had done earlier during the ceremony. The orange didn’t match the blue at all. 

[miyalove]

⋆｡˚⁀➷ WRAPPED UP.

⤷ pairing. ceo!kuroo tetsuro x (female) secretary!reader

⤷ genre. fluff, smut, office au, friends with benefits au

⤷ warnings. swearing, taboo relationship, the use of princess as a nickname, possessiveness, messy sex, rough sex, begging, brief mentions of degradation, ass slapping, ass groping, teasing, (unexpected) sir kink, manhandling, dom!kuroo, sub!reader, power play, spitting, consumption of another person’s spit, lingerie, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please be safe, kids), *unedited

⤷ note. this might be one of the dirtiest things i have EVER written... so i hope you enjoy! and of course, happy valentines day ♡

1.6k | what's a better valentine’s day gift for your boss than yourself?

the relationship you and kuroo have is a bit taboo. the secretary and the ceo. with the way you sway your hips with a little more emphasize when you leave his office, the way you laugh at all his jokes, the way your body dip downs (ass in the air looking absolutely perfect) to grab at fallen papers. of course, something was going to happen. you were practically betting on it. 

but of course, it takes two to start the devil’s conga line.

it was kuroo who wanted you to stay later than usual. only you and him in his big office space and yet he urged you to stay, big hands rubbing at the inside of your thighs. it was him who insisted on how sexy you looked in the middle of meetings; your hair neatly tucked behind your ears, lips pouted and a fire behind your eyes that would make any man weak. it was kuroo that guided you to his desk, smile bright and eyes glowing with mischief because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. you can’t complain though, you want it too. 

he grabs at your waist turning you around so your thighs are firmly pressed against his desk. the lace you have on perfectly shapes your body. it presses at your delicate skin, digging and reaching into all the places kuroo wishes he could touch. he swears he could stare at you all day like this; bent over, dripping pussy on display just for him.

this was different though.

no matter how many times you walked in his office with your alluring eyes. kuroo prided himself on being professional. there was a natural attraction between the two of you, that much is obvious, but for the sake of his company, kuroo never made a move. the feeling of belittlement against you for ‘sleeping your way up’ would make him stay awake at night with guilt. however, tonight things were different. maybe it was the fact that this was your first valentines together or maybe fate just has a really niche sense of humor, but whatever the case; you’re still sopping wet and begging to be fucked.

his hands roam your body. he moves slowly, studying every curve and dip like you’re the latest from leonardo de vinci. ah yes, the redness from when i smacked her ass contrast perfectly to the color of her eyes. you’re beautiful. he desperately craves to say it but the words die on his tongue before he can speak. instead, he lets his actions talk.

“it’s too bad these have to go, princess.” a single finger traces your lace cladded entrance. the action alone has you whimpering. “i’ll buy you another set though.” you feel him shift from behind, body leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the small of your back. 

one of his hands snake up to your neck, yanking at the roots of your tresses. the force makes you gasp. a mixture of pain, shock, and pleasure rushes through you. your head whips back in an uncomfortable position, but you’re able to see kuroo’s perfectly sculptured face, so really you have no complaints. “how do you feel about red?” 

the sound of fabric ripping in half has you concern, at first. but kuroo tetsuro, for as long as you’ve known him has been a no bullshit kind of man. he teases and jokes but when it comes down to business, he’s a cutthroat beast. so it makes sense for him to move on as fast as he came.

there’s no time for you to wonder in astonishment at how he throws your (now useless) panties across his office. he’s already pulling out his cock and sinking into you until his body presses right against your back. naturally, your lips part into a pout that’s wrapped around a wanton moan. the stretch is sensational and the burn evens out the euphoria. he feels you up so well. you can feel his cock rub up against your walls, reaching spots within you that have never been touched by anyone else before. you understand now why your boss is no play and all business. when kuroo needs to, he’s not afraid to get down and dirty just like right now.

“this cunt was made for me.” is what he purrs into your ear. it’s embarrassing how much that affects you. the mere idea of being his has you clenching around his huge cock. his free hand rubs at your back, grabbing at the supple flesh on your ass. you can feel his nails dig into you, the coldness from his rings slightly soothing the pain.

“this ass was made for me too.” and to further cement his claim, he delivers a particularly hard thrust at the same time he smacks at your cheeks. the movement makes you fly forward, papers and other (probably very important things) slide off the top of his desk, but you don’t have time to care. not when the man of your dreams is fucking you so good. you’ll worry about the crumpled up project approval papers later. 

“god, and that mouth.” he shifts to the side. the pressure on your head heightens while he pulls at your ends. your neck feels stiff and his thrust begin to shallow. his ring cladded fingers draw at your jaw, thumb playing with the entrance of your mouth. 

“this pretty little mouth.” his lips brush against your own. his breath fans across your face. he’s so close to kissing you in fact if you moved just an inch closer you would– a fat glob of spit cuts you off. the sudden action made you flinch at first but kuroo made it very clear you could tell him to stop at anytime. his saliva comes down from his long tongue and slots within your mouth perfectly. 

he clamps your jaw shut and you have no choice but to swallow him whole. “good girl, just like that.” he coaxes you while petting at your crown. when you finally open your mouth and all of him is gone, kuroo swears he could cum right then and there. 

“you’re so fucking sexy. holy shit.” his shallow thrust began to get more punctuated now. you can’t hear anything besides the slapping of skin-on-skin contact. you don’t hear kuroo’s phone ringing for the third time. you don’t hear the bustling street life just below tetsuro’s flamboyant row of glass windows. all you can focus on is the intense pleasure that pumps through your veins. it makes you see stars with every thrust, makes your legs shake with every murmur of pretty girl. the white hot coil within you is thinning. it’s about to snap, you can feel it.

“te– tetsuro, please?”

“please, what, princess?” his voice is strained. he’s close too. 

“please, can i come, sir?”

he can’t believe it. he must have died in the middle of the day and ended up in some kind of sex heaven with you as the starring role (not that he’s complaining). he has the a fantastic view of your ass bouncing, you swallow him down like the pretty slut you are, and you respond perfectly with every little touch, every little action. you’re perfect is what he concludes.

“fuck, yes.” his fingers dig into your sides. his grip is like a vice on your skin as he shoves himself deeper within you. “cum for me, princess.” 

you feel his dick twitch and seconds later he’s cummings with a shaky sigh. you’re finally able to let go, you come at around the same time, milking his cock for every last drop. kuroo takes it upon himself to fuck you through your orgasm, a little slower this time, but it still has you breaking down. 

he remembers the way you sauntered into his office, skirt a little too short and eyes practically begging for him. you must have known something was going to happen. there’s no way you just wear pretty pink lace to your everyday job. no, today was a special day for you and apparently for him too. when things finally get too much, kuroo tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

you’re hair is messy. it’s matted from all the sweat and tangled from all the times kuroo raked through your locks and pulled. your chest rises and falls quickly and your eyes are closed trying to concentrate. the blissful veil of sex is finally settling and yet you still look as gorgeous as ever. he’s left there staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. like he wouldn’t mind waking up everyday to your face weather you’re smiling up at him or snoring up a storm. 

when you shift to hop of the desk is when he finally makes a move. he grabs onto your waist, trying his hardest to steady himself so you’re able to balance too. your feet hit the floor and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out at any moment. they wobble under your weight. you can’t help but laugh. it’s a sweet, melodious tone that’s a little scratchy from your... previous actions, but still, he thinks it fits.

“what’s gotten you so giggly?” he guides you to one of his plush office chairs. as you walk, your body remains flesh against his.

“i just–,” your hues lock onto kuroo’s dark ones. “i wouldn’t mind if we did this again, yanno?” 

he smiles down at you watching while you readjust your skirt back over your legs. you bend forward with you’re ass in the air. you must be doing it on purpose, he knows with the way you comically wiggle your hips. and he nods, “yes, i wouldn’t mind that either.”

[sukirichi]

Like, what happens to Mia? How does Gojo end up picking us? Naoya? How about Naoya? 😭😭😭🙏🏼😔

Omggg if you’re not going to continue reckless, can you please please please tell us how it ends? 😭😭😭 I don’t think I can bear living not knowing how it ends 😭 please? 😔😢🙏🏼😭

okay well here’s how it was gonna go, pls keep in mind my storytelling in asks and in writing are diff so this might be explained crappily HAHAHAHA but basically in reckless...

gojo gets shot in the head by his abusive dad bcos he finally stood up against him, but that backfired. his father is really adamant on control, and gojo loses his memories at the same time y/n gave birth. she decided to keep the baby after deciding that she wants a family after all, but when gojo woke up with mixed and lost memories, he only remembers mia and everything after her accident was gone. gojo becomes distorted and even becomes harsh sometimes, especially when y/n said they had a baby and she was his friend, bcos gojo’s mindset was from way back to six years ago, where he had lots of issues with his family and mia’s that he was wary who to trust.

so,,, they didn’t want gojo to hurt y/n bcos he’s such in an emotional mess that he has no control of himself. eventually, y/n decides to stay away but the baby is adopted by gojo and mia, who gets married for the sake of business and gojo’s current situation. truthfully, mia doesn’t want to marry him bcos it would hurt y/n and she’s not that awful. mia and y/n become friends after realizing they’re pretty similar and actually find genuine friendship with one another. she doesn’t have a choice tho and gojo, mia, along with gojo’s mom who divorced her husband for his abuse move to the states where they raised y/n and gojo’s daughter, sayori, leaving y/n all alone in tokyo who then becomes vice president of kamo enterprises. basically, it shows the repeated history of y/n’s father choosing to hide her from her real parents, and she begins to understand why he did that bcos she also has not really met her own daughter. y/n knows mia and gojo could take care of sayori better than she could, especially with the fact that gojo’s memories are mixed and transfixed on the timeline of him dating mia, mia giving birth to sayori, then them getting married. y/n is not present at all in his memories. gojo thinks he was the one in a car accident, not mia.

sayori is about four years old when gojo decides to come back to tokyo. now that he’s disowned and his mother has also left, gojo becomes a successful model in the states. he comes home bcos he remembers geto and wants to start their own agency (gojo as a model, geto as the photographer.) mia is wary at first for fear gojo might remember everything. she’s not being selfish; the doctors warned that anything that could potentially trigger gojo’s memories that his subconscious has erased could be detrimental to him. mia tries to hold it off but gojo insists, so the gojo/yamazaki family go back and that’s where gojo meets y/n, who he first thought was geto’s new wife.

in the reckless fanart, geto’s photo is like this.

geto’s ring is silver - it’s his dead wife’s ring. the hand caressing him is gold - it’s y/n wearing the ring of gojo’s mother, who by then has already apologized before they all left.

geto and y/n become best friends on the course of four years. missing her daughter, y/n becomes attached to mei (geto’s daughter) and acts more like a mom than an aunt. geto basks in this faux family they’ve built, though he makes sure mei is not too dependent or expecting that y/n would be her mom. he falls in love with y/n and he notices how after gojo left, she becomes softer and a lot sweeter. all the anger and hatred disappeared, all thanks to y/n finding peace with her new life and making up with her mother, Valeria, who once overdosed on drugs after it was exposed to the public that Y/N is a child she abandoned. y/n saved Valeria by rushing her to the hospital, which is also the same time that Y/N saw gojo being wheeled in the emergency room with a bullet in his head.

now that gojo is back, he can’t help but notice that y/n is avoiding him. she feels familiar but he plays it off over her being a close friend and possible lover of geto. meanwhile, y/n’s dedication to pretending he doesn’t exist breaks slowly when she sees sayori, a beautiful little girl who’s growing up, call mia as her “mommy.” it hurts her that she missed her first words, first steps, or that she’s being excluded in the family that is truly hers, but everyone is happy and doing great that she chooses to be the only who isn’t for the sake of everyone else.

in ch2, gojo goes to a carnival/amusement park and takes a polaroid photo with y/n. he finds them in one of the stuff he left behind in the penthouse he used to live in; shocked bcos y/n had been adamant they never met before. that’s when he begins to confront her on who she really is what they really used to be. he feels guilty that he can’t remember, but most of all, gojo is torn inside that y/n had been all alone the whole time when he promised he would be there.

its complicated for them since gojo x mia are already married, and sayori got her mom’s stubborness so its difficult for her to believe someone she never met before is her real mom and mia is...well, mia. mia actually helps sayori accept that she is not the real mom, apologizing to the child for lying to them and it ends up with sayori running away and getting lost for a few hours. sayori is scared since tokyo is alien to her and she doesn’t speak japanese, but when y/n finds her, she comes running to her arms and that is when she begins to soften up around her real mom.

this is where the slowburn with gojo and y/n begins. for them, getting to know each other once more on a clean slate is both refreshing yet scary, especially since one has erased the past in their mind and the other is desperately trying to forget it. the thing about the mia x gojo as a married couple and parents is that gojo deep down feels he does not love mia that way. he can’t explain why there’s just something missing or confusing in his life. he loves mia out of respect and friendship, but he would never admit that he is not in love with his wife. however, he plays it over the fact that its “just the broken memories” and lies to himself that he is very much in love with her. when he meets y/n again, however, it makes sense. he does love y/n and him forgetting her was a defense mechanism of his system to erase the most painful times of his life, and that included his guilt for hurting y/n with the abuse of his parents who controlled the way he acted around her. as for mia, she also does not love gojo and she probably never did, but for the sake of his well being and for sayori’s future (which was entrusted to her by y/n) she stayed with him. now though, mia knows its time to let go.

geto...it is not easy for geto. he loves y/n so much because of her tenacity and kindness, but he also loves her enough to know she is happier with someone else. to him, he’s content knowing that she felt less lonely when he was around and that he helped make her smile. in the end, geto has closure with y/n who apologizes for not returning his feelings.

NAOYAAAAA though...ofc i gave him a good ending 💕 after he was brutally rejected by Mia, y/n cheers him up by setting Naoya up with a law professor around his age, who is Ayame. Ayame is supposed to be named Suki tbh 😋 but I thought the self insert is a little too much so I changed it to Ayame. Ayame is pretty funny and even respects that Naoya is uncomfortable on the first date, telling him that it doesn’t have to be that kind of date and she doesn’t expect anything from him. Ayame’s bubbly yet blunt nature is a breath of fresh air from Mia’s secretive and perfectionist nature and the two become good friends. Naoya and Ayame end up hanging out a lot bcos “thats what friends do” but it doesn’t take long before they go out together. And ofc, Naoya is a little ashamed that Ayame was the first to confess and she beat him to it, but they get married and are happy nonetheless 💕 Mia ends up as a successful doctor who helps her family with the business, divorces Gojo, but she still has no plans to marry and is perfectly happy and content to focus on her career.

Eventually, Gojo and Y/N get married once everything is sorted out. Gojo becomes a well known model in Tokyo as well, and Gojo Group is absorbed by Y/N herself after proving Gojo’s father guilty of attempted murder. Gojo doesn’t want anything more to do with the corporate world though, but Y/N stays and kicks ass as a vice president to all the merged companies.

Y/N and Valeria also makes up after Valeria is indebted to Y/N who saved her life, and Valeria’s parents become more supportive and start to see Valeria more as a person than a child to inherit the business. Albeit being in her 40s, Valeria enjoys the youth she lost only now, but also enjoys being the grandmother to Sayori. Its a little awkward between Valeria and Y/N after everything that happened, but they’re trying and are even dubbed as the iconic motherly duo who is unbeatable in their games.

Gojo’s father is thrown into prison, and his main victim, his own wife, also shows recovery from the years of abuse. Although her obsessive control with Gojo and his sister (the eldest Gojo child) was not right, his mom was left with no choice but to keep them on close watch and control their lives because she was trying to keep them safe from their father’s wrath. In the end, Gojo’s mom makes up by being a better mother, and Gojo and his sister forgives her while also apologizing that both of them left home when they knew their mom always shouldered the abuse to protect her kids.

Overall, its a happy ending for most of the characters! the last chapter is Sayori’s wedding to Naoya and Ayame’s son, Naori, who is a few years younger than his bride. Gojo is grumbling to Y/N about how his little girl is all grown up now, and that their son, Shinichiro, who is 18 in that timeline is also maturing and would be leaving the nest soon. Y/N thinks its adorable and asks Gojo to just enjoy the union because its only one of the many great memories they would still have to make.

That’s how it would end! Gojo Best Dad and Gojo DILF. Everyone is happy!

Basically the theme of Reckless is that sometimes the most unexpected things we do out of character can end up as one of the greatest things to ever happen, which in their case was the suprise baby. They went through a lot and it has a lot of psychological themes, along with heavy family drama, but overall I wanted the series to be a heartwarming one by the end. I really would’ve loved to see it all happen but I am also happy to share it to you guys in this way.

So yeah, happy reading and thanks so much for supporting Reckless !! I was also thinking of doing maybe like a bonus chapter where the characters pretend it was all a movie and they’re actors that you can talk to, but that didn’t happen so :// anyways I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading up until here 💕

[drabbles-mc]

Nightfall

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 19 of the July Prompts: fireflies

Warnings: alcohol, language, light angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I really had no plan going into this fic and it completely took on a mind of its own. Truth be told I’m not totally sure what this is haha. Something in me is telling me I need to continue this storyline but I have no idea what I would do with it lol. I got a little into some feelings while writing this but I hope you guys enjoy it! xo

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The air was warm still despite the fact that the sun had set a little while before. It was just you and Angel sitting on the back steps at his house. There wasn’t a whole lot to see back there, but it was nice to not be looking directly into the next row of houses. You were mirroring each other’s position—leaning forward with your forearms resting on your knees, beer bottle loosely held in your hands. Neither of you had said anything for a little bit, content to just listen to the sound of the wind blowing and the scattered noises of whatever critters were brave enough to come out at night in Angel’s edge-of-civilization neighborhood.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere so quiet,” you finally broke the silence.

He chuckled, “Oh yea?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your beer before continuing, “Moved from one apartment complex to the next with my family growing up. Traded in one city for another over and over again. It was never quiet—there was always some kind of chaos happening.”

“There’s still chaos,” he smiled and playfully bumped your shoulder with his.

You laughed, “I guess. Just, you know, different kind of chaos. It’s nice to not have chaos at home.”

Your tone was light enough but he could see the faraway look in your eyes and he knew that you were thinking about all the different homes and lives you lived growing up before you somehow landed in Santo Padre. Truthfully, he had always wondered how it came to be, but he never had the courage to ask.

“Hey,” he started, a tentative hesitation in his voice, “I was, uh, thinkin’ tha—”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of your gasp, followed by you eagerly setting your beer bottle off to the side and jumping up off the steps. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood and followed you down off the steps, his long legs easily and quickly closing the distance that you’d put between the two of you. The dew on the short, unkept lawn slicked the bottoms of your bare feet but you didn’t care. Angel saw the smile on your face as you headed towards the tree-line and stood back to watch what you did.

“This is gonna sound stupid,” you were speaking to him despite the fact that you weren’t turning around to face him, “but I’ve never actually seen these in real life.”

“Seen what?”

“Fireflies,” you got closer to the edge of his tiny little yard as you tried to guess where the little creature was going to blink next.

“Really?” he sounded genuinely shocked.

“Something tells me that they hate the city chaos as much as I do,” you chuckled as you reached, trying to cup one in your hands and failing.

“EZ and I used to catch these little fuckers all the time when we were kids,” he found his place next to you.

“Yea?”

He nodded, “Yea. For the longest time I wanted him to smush one and use it as face paint on me but he never did.”

You laughed and shoved him lightly, “That’s awful!” you paused, “Why didn’t you just do it?”

“’Cause that’s fuckin’ gross. I don’t want dead bug all over my hands,” he chuckled.

“Just all over your face?” you raised an eyebrow, shaking your head before returning to the task at hand, “How’d you do it?”

“What?”

“Catch them.”

You could see the focus take over his features as he looked around, trying to find one, “Gotta try and see their fat little bodies when they aren’t lit up,” he brought his hands up, expertly cupping them around something that you couldn’t quite see, “Because if you try to catch them when they blink they’re already gonna be gone.”

He nodded for you to come closer as he lowered his delicately cupped hands. A smile spread across his face when he saw the excitement in your eyes. He partially opened his hands at the top so you could peek in, your eyes lighting up as you watched the tiny creature blink inside the enclosed space of his large hands.

“Wanna hold it?”

You shook your head, “I wanna catch my own.”

He smiled, nodding his head, “Alright,” he opened up his hands and it took off into the night, blinking every so often as it got farther and farther away.

Angel was content to stand back and watch you walk back and forth along the perimeter of the little plot of land that passed for his backyard. He crossed his arms over his chest, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as you tried again and again to catch one of the little bugs. Each time you came so close, but not quite close enough to succeed. He noticed that you weren’t getting frustrated, though. And, honestly, he had the feeling that you had completely tuned out the rest of the world. He could’ve been trying to talk to you the entire time and you wouldn’t have heard a single thing.

He heard the snapping of a twig underneath your foot and realized that you were halfway into the trees on your expedition. The thought of you running barefoot through the little spit of woods was entertaining, but the last thing he wanted to happen was you splitting your foot open on something. He walked over and slid his hand into yours, giving you a slight tug and bringing you back to reality.

You allowed him to back you up a little bit before picking a new target to focus on, one that hopefully wouldn’t evade you like the last few had. Your eyes had adjusted better to the darkness, and you figured this was going to be your best shot at it.

You slowly crept up on one, like the sound of you was what was going to scare it away. Angel was biting back a chuckle as he watched you crouch slightly, feet moving slowly and deliberately across his lawn. You spread your arms wide, hands cupped in the optimal bug-catching position. Your face was contorted in focus as you slowly but surely brought your hands closer together.

Connecting your hands, you gasped as you spun back around to Angel, a giant smile on your face as you ran over to him, nearly slipping and falling in the process. He chuckled as you skidded to a stop in front of him, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“I think I got it!”

“Take a look, querida,” his tone was softer than you expected it to be given your excitement in the situation.

You opened your hands just the slightest bit, and were greeted with the yellow glint of the firefly in your hands. You squealed, cupping your hands back together. You looked at Angel expectantly, “Do you have a jar I could put it in?”

He smiled, “I’ll see what I got,” he pressed a light kiss to the side of your head before walking back towards the house.

He reemerged a minute later with a mason jar and a paper plate. He held the jar out to you, “Put it in here, then I’ll flip it and set it on the plate.”

You nodded, trying very carefully to get the bug into the jar without it flying away. You quietly clapped your hands together when Angel flipped the jar over and set it on the surface of the little table on the deck. You immediately sat down, crossing your arms on the table and resting your chin on them. Angel sat down across from you, elbow propped and chin set in the palm of his hand as he watched you watch the firefly.

It flitted around the jar, not landing, but not bumping into the sides either. Angel saw the wonder in your eyes and while he found it endearing, he also felt a heaviness settling on his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. There was an innocence in your expression and your excitement that directly juxtaposed itself with all the things he knew that you were capable of, things that you probably had to go through to get to the point where you were at now.

“So what did you do?” he finally asked.

“Hm?” you raised your eyebrows but kept your gaze fixed on the bug in the jar.

“In the city. What’d you do for fun as a kid?”

Your eyes flicked over to him for a moment, trying to gauge his emotion, “Not a hell of a lot,” you answered honestly.

Your mind flashed back to tiny little one-bedroom apartments, loud neighbors, sirens blaring down the street. It was hot, but not the way it was in Santo Padre—back then the heat felt heavy, and filthy. You had nowhere to go, nothing to do but wait for something else to happen that made you all pack up and move to the next place that felt exactly like all the others.

Angel saw the tears gathering in your eyes and he knew that you didn’t notice them. He could see it in your eyes that you were somewhere else entirely as your eyes followed the bug inside the jar. He didn’t know what to say, if he was even supposed to say anything in a moment like that. He was about to reach out and rest his hand on your arm when you sat upright, shaking your head slightly as you blinked away the tears.

You could see it on his face that he was going to try having a conversation about it all, but you weren’t up for that just yet. You watched the firefly in the jar for a few more seconds before placing your hand on the bottom of the jar, curling your fingers around it. Taking a deep breath, you lifted it up and watched as the small bug found its way out and took off, leaving nothing but a trial of blips in its wake.

Something resembling a smile was tugging at the corners of your mouth as you set the jar back down. You drummed your fingers along the glass sides, lost in thought again. Angel watched as each emotion crossed your face, and he wished that he could get a glimpse of what was going on inside your head.

“It’s alright, you know,” he said, dragging you back to the present.

“What?”

“You can…you can be honest with me. If shit wasn’t good you can tell me that. You’re not gonna scare me off. I get that family can be…rough.”

You chuckled dryly, “Rough. Right.”

He could see your walls going back up and he knew that there was no getting to the bottom of it tonight. Reaching, he placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a light squeeze, “I’m glad you made it here.”

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere. Taking your other hand, you placed it over his, “I’m glad too.”

“If you think that catching fireflies is fun,” Angel smiled as he shook his head, “One time EZ came home with a whole fuckin’ hare.”

“A what?”

“A hare. Ears were this big I fuckin’ swear,” he held his hands dramatically far apart to indicate the size the animal’s ears has been.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him next time you see him,” he got up and grabbed both of your beer bottles from the step and handing yours to you before drinking from his own, “Pops was pissed.”

“I can imagine,” you smiled.

As you listened to Angel tell you other stories of antics that he and his little brother got into, you felt the heaviness of your own memories beginning to subside for the time being. It was easy to get lost in the way that Angel’s eyes crinkled slightly when he laughed and smiled, the way that he spoke with his hands. You pressed the bottle to your lips as you listened, your eyes straying every now and then to the fireflies flitting around in the background, blinking in and out of existence.

[sapiowoman28]

I can, I can't : Part 1 of 3

Pairing: Jaemin x female reader

Gener: best friends to lovers au, smut, fluff

Warning: mentions of sex, masturbation (Female)

Summary: Jaemin and Y/N are part of a group of best friends. One day, things change.....

They called themselves the dropouts. Brought up in good Catholic families, active within the Church community as kids, Catholic school education... the works. They then grew up and stopped going.

It wasn't some group thing were everyone agreed to stop going altogether at the same time. It was more like, one by one, they stopped going.

Jeno was the first to stop, at 15, after his parents got divorced. He became angry and withdrawn. By 16 he was mixing with the wrong crowd - think underaged drinking, partying, It was only after a close brush with the law that he - literally and figuratively - sobered up and decided to focus on healthier pursuits like education and sports. Thankfully too, the old Jeno that everyone knew and love came back.

Then were was Renjun. Renjun was always the one who wasn't really into religion anyway. He was more apt to believing in aliens and ghosts. His mother kept him going for as long as she could. By 18 he was out.

Haechan, as he got older, became a sporadic goer. After moving out on his own to live with the guys and Y/N in an apartment closer to campus, he stopped too.

Y/N? The older she grew, the more she learnt about the importance of gender equality. The more she embraced feminism, the more she found some church teachings hard to swallow.

All was left, of course, was Jaemin. Now Jaemin, he was still a "good boy", faithfully going to Church every Sunday. It wasn't that he was extremely religious. It was more that he had gone to Church every single week all his life. To not go one week felt odd and different.

The good thing was, nobody made fun of him or tried to stop him from going. Jeno even woke him up on Sunday mornings before he went for his 10km runs just so Jaemin would get to mass on time. (Mass is what Catholics call a church service.)

Y/N enjoyed hanging out with her friends. She was like one of the boys. It had always been like that since they were young. Everyone who knew Y/N knew she was not to be messed with. Not only was she capable of kicking anyone's balls, she also had four bros who would come after their ass too. In fact, guys who were interested in dating her would often try to get in good standing with the four guys so life would be easier for them. So it was hardly surprising that Y/N had never had her heart broken.

The problem was, Y/N was the one breaking hearts. Commitment wasn't her strongest suit, and more often than not she'd break off with whoever she was seeing with very trivial reasons, First she was dating Xiaojun. Then 7 months later she broke it off with him because apparently he "sucked at making out". The truth was, Xiaojun was good enough in bed but Y/N wanted to date the more exciting Yang Yang after meeting him at a frat party her gal friends dragged her to and making out with him. So Yang Yang it was. For a while she was happy. But then 10 months passed and Yang Yang was history. Now it seemed, was some guy called Lucas.

"Now, before you guys misunderstand, Lucas is not my boyfriend." Y/N declared over a pizza with Jaemin one Saturday night. "He's just... a friend..."

Jaemin raised his eyebrow. "You mean a friend with benefits? Cos based on what we have to hear every single Friday night, none of us think you guys are friends. Speaking of which.... Jeno wants me to talk to you."

"Let me guess, you lost rock paper scissors. Again. And that's why you're the one speaking to me."

"Well, we have house rules to follow..." Jaemin started, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"Jeno and his stupid house rules." Y/N sighed. "What now? I can't bring Lucas home?"

"It's getting kind of weird for all of us...."

"You guys bring girls home all the time!" Y/N protested.

"I don't." Jaemin said. It was true.

"Jeno does. Haechan does. Even Renjun! Remember that weird Yoga chick he was seeing?"

"But they're not loud. Lucas sounds like he has a loudhailer in his throat and it's weird hearing him......we end up having to use headphones."

"I've tried asking him to tone it down. But he gets too excited when I blow him..." Y/N grinned as Jaemin covered his ears with his hands, not wanting to hear the details.

"Look, Jeno says he appreciates that YOU have gotten less loud since that time you were dating Yang Yang. But Lucas he's just.... too expressive. Can't you do it at his house or something? It's not the moaning as much as the dirty talk, you know?" Jaemin's voice was getting tinier and tinier.

"If Jeno has a problem, why can't he tell me himself?" I know it's not Haechan or Renjun who are complaining. Haechan's always gaming with his stupid headphones on and Renjun's always listening to music on his noise cancelling ones."

Jaemin sighed. "Don't put me in a tough spot, Y/N..."

He looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. I'll speak to Lucas. But I'm only doing it cos of you, cos you good Catholic boy and virgin and all."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Y/N, I'm not a virgin!"

Lucas took the news surprisingly well and he was happy to have her hang at his apartment instead. Which turned out to be a better thing, since his apartment was bigger and his housemates were never around. Y/N wondered why she insisted on making out at her apartment to begin with.

"I'm surprised Jeno was the one with the problem.." Lucas said after they had made out and she was snuggling in his arms.

"He has all these rules. The worst part is he makes Jaemin speak to me instead of telling me directly."

"It makes sense. You and Jaemin are close."

"I'm close to all four of them."

"No no no." Lucas said, "Each of them has a different thing with you."

"Explain, Mr Wong." she said, looking up at him.

"I think Jeno knows both of you have strong characters so he has Jaemin speak to you instead when there's an issue so you guys won't argue. He prefers to keep things light, so the most you're gonna get is Jeno making fun of you for having a thing for foriegn men."

"What about Haechan?"

"Haechan's your gaming bestie. You talk about gaming, and game together. But he'd kick the ass of anyone who gives you trouble."

"I think I'm least close to Renjun."

"I don't think it's that. It's more Renjun is kind of in his own world. He's like that with everyone. But he feels close to you guys."

Y/N was impressed.

"What about Jaemin?"

"Jaemin's like your total opposite. But you guys get each other. I like him. He's a good guy."

"Yeah he's a virgin." Y/N joked.

"He's a good looking guy! Heck, if I was a chick I'd go after him man!" Lucas said, his eyes expressive as always.

"Well, he's a good guy. I've never seen him bring a girl home."

"Come on man, when it comes to hormones, even good guys turn bad."

Lucas was driving her home when she got a call from Jaemin.

"Wassup?"

"Are you alone?" Jaemin asked. He sounded strange. "I need help."

"Are you ok?" Y/N asked. "I'm with Lucas. Where are you?"

"Oh. I'll call someone else..."

"Don't be an idiot, Jaemin. Where are you?"

"Hospital." he said. "Can you come? Just don't tell anyone anything. Not even Lucas."

She found him in a bad state at the hospital. Sitting in a daze, blood stains on his crumpled shirt. Y/N had never seen Jaemin look so small.

"Hey" she half whispered. He looked up.

"I can go now. I got an x-ray done. My nose is not broken. And it's finally stopped bleeding." he said. "I already collected my medicines. Mostly painkillers."

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." he said.

"Let's get home and get you out of these bloody clothes. And then you can tell me after you've had a good night's sleep."

"Can i sleep in your room tonight?" he asked. It was an unsual request. "I'm feeling quite shaken."

"Yeah. Sure. Let's do that."

It was 2am and he still couldn't sleep. She could feel him toss and turn next to her.

"Jae."

"Sorry."

"No, I can't sleep either."

He sat up.

"I need to get my ID card back. Can you follow me tomorrow?"

"Your ID card?"

"I was fooling around with a first year chick in her house. Her parents came back and caught us. Her dad took my ID away, said he was going to lodge a police report against me for tresspassing his house and taking advantage of his daughter. Well, that's after he beat me up."

Y/N sat up. This was interesting, she thought.

"She's 18?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"18 is legal you dumbass." she slapped her forehead.

"I thought it was 21.."

Y/N groaned. "I can't believe you're so stupid."

"But the trespassing thing?"

"They don't have a case Jae. I'm sure you can prove you were invited there. Even if she lies and said she didn't invite you. They can't prove it beyond a reasonable doubt."

"I'm so glad you're studying law."

"And Jaemin?"

"What?"

"It's illegal for him to detain your ID. YOU can report him."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Can you go sleep now that you know you're not actually in trouble?"

"Yes. Thanks Y/N." he said, turning to face the opposite side.

But Y/N couldn't sleep. Her mind was running a million miles a minute. Jaemin made out with someone. What was he like when making out? Was he gentle? Was he sweet like he always was to everyone? Was he a dom or sub? What did he do with the girl? Did he have fun?

Her own thoughts made her sick. Feeling a stir in her stomach made her sick. This was her best friend she was thinking of. She had to stop. Maybe she needed a shower.

Taking a towel with her to the bathroom, she shut the door, stripping quickly and getting under the hot jets of water. Damn it, Y/N, she scolded herself. Not Na Jaemin. What happened to your thing for Chinese guys?

She soaped herself trying to escape the mental picture of Jaemin, between the girl's thighs, lapping on her clit mercilessly, his eyes twinkling like they would whenever Jeno or Haechan said something witty. Suddenly, she was thinking of him between her legs, lapping at her core.

She brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing them from side to side. She leaned against the bathroom wall, moving more aggressively. She was wet. Biting her lip she pushed two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out, the sound of the shower masking the wet noises as her fingers moved.

The muscles in her stomach were tightening. She could no longer hold back, thinking of Jaemin thrusting into her, looking at her with an intense gaze. She wanted him bad.

Slowly she came undone, as she moaned into her hands while cumming.

Suddenly, someone was knocking aggressively on the bathroom door. Y/N froze.

"I need to pee!" Haechan shrieked. "Hurry! I need to go back to my game!"

"Give me 2 minutes I'll be done." Y/N said, drying herself with her towel and getting dressed, mind still dazed from thinking about Jaemin. She knew their friendship was never going to be the same ever again.

She was just wondering how easy or hard it was going to be, to get Jaemin to join her on the other side.