#writer's block/classes are kicking my ass

[v6quewrlds]

do you have anything with Justin Herbert? 🫶🏾

imagine being fuck buddies with justin.

author's note⠀⁎⠀another abandoned draft/stream of consciousness lmao, oc warning (sorry), despite the title there is no smut, this is angst (sorry again) <3

Ruby liked it when things were easy. Predictable. Like a perfectly seasoned stew that bubbled away, never burning, never needing to be checked on. That's what her life had been for the past few years, easy, breezy, Covergirl-adjacent predictability.

Then she met Justin.

Justin Herbert, the star quarterback of the Los Angeles Chargers. He was the kind of man who could turn heads without even trying, his tall frame and tanned skin a beacon of athleticism in a sea of mere mortals. His blue eyes had captured Ruby's attention the moment they met from across the bar. But it wasn't just his appearance. It was his charm, his wit, the way he argued with her about the last 30 minutes of Interstellar as if he had penned the screenplay himself. She insisted that it was much too complicated, that Nolan had gone full Nolan, while he defended it as a masterpiece of cinematic brilliance. That's when she knew he was different from most guys, as cliche and misguided as it sounded.

Their friendship grew through a series of chance encounters and shared laughs. Ruby had built walls around her heart brick by brick. She had her son, Malakai, to think about, a six-year-old tornado of energy and love that took up most of her time. And then there was her career, a demanding beast that required constant feeding with innovative ideas and late-night panics. But when Justin suggested they keep things casual, she saw the appeal. No strings, no drama, just two adults satisfying a mutual craving. It was perfect, and just like the two of them, it was structured.

Most of the time, they hooked up at Justin's place in Hidden Hills. Ruby would show up in the early afternoon after seeing a client, her work usually wrapped up for that part of the day. She knew the code to his door, had a drawer for her clothes, and even a set of towels reserved just for her. It was a strange dance of intimacy without the intimacy. Sometimes, she'd arrive while he was stuck at the Chargers' facility, working on his game or doing media appearances. He'd always text her, though, asking if she got there okay and if she needed anything picked up from the grocery store on his way. The answer was always no. But it was sweet, he was sweet. His upbringing seemed to be stellar, his parents had raised a man with manners, and it showed - in and out of the bedroom.

They'd melt into one another, go for a round or two, and then Ruby would shower, feeling the warm water wash away any lingering doubt or guilt she might have had. Afterward, they'd sit on his giant couch, eating a bougie snack she assembled in his kitchen, and sometimes they'd talk about their days. It was surface-level stuff, mostly. A cute drawing from Malakai, a new recipe she was working on, his latest endorsement deal. But it was comfortable, easy, predictable.

She would leave by 2:45. Malakai got out at 3 and Justin's place was - conveniently - just a 10-minute drive from the elementary school. But she liked to get there early, sit in the parking lot, and shift back into her Mommy Mindset. It was her little slice of me-time in an otherwise hectic life. Plus, it gave her enough space to ensure she didn't look like a hot mess when her son saw her.

Mondays were added into their rotation when the season began. That was Justin's recovery day after Sunday games. Ruby would leave a hot dinner on the stove, knowing he'd be sore and tired, and that the quietness of her place in the Santa Clarita suburbs was something he craved. He would use the spare key hidden under the mat and let himself in, usually around 11 PM Sunday night. Malakai was with his grandparents, as embedded in Ruby's weekly schedule.

So, Justin would slip in while Ruby was catching up on sleep, showering off the stress and the loss or victory of the game. He had a little assigned space in the back of her closet, a couple of shirts and some sweatpants, not much more. He'd get into bed with her, his body warm and smelling faintly of muscle balm, and she'd curl into him like he was a giant teddy bear. The fever was slow and gentle in the morning, the kind that made her gasp into his chest and hold on as tight as she could for fear he'd vanish into thin air.

Justin would let Ruby boss him around as they made breakfast, the smells of eggs and bacon filling the kitchen. He liked it, liked that she was comfortable enough to take charge in her own space. They'd sit at the kitchen table, the sun peeking through the blinds, and she would listen to him talk about his schedule, how much he missed his family, and his fears about the next game. She'd nod and offer advice, her hazel eyes looking into his with a sincerity that was surprisingly comforting.

It was perfect. No labels, no drama, no expectations. Just two people enjoying the company of the other when their busy lives allowed it.

-

Malakai loved sports, which was a small miracle since Ruby had done everything in her power to steer him away from football. She had never been a fan, finding the sport too violent and too consuming of her ex's time. But when the six-year-old bounced around in the backseat of Ruby's Range Rover one afternoon after school, declaring he was a Chargers fan and Justin Herbewt (his consonants still a bit jumbled) was his favorite player, she felt dread creep up her spine.

Unable to deny her baby's happiness, she found herself sitting in front of the TV every weekend, pretending to work while Malakai's eyes were glued to the screen, cheering for Justin's team. It was strange, watching the sport she used to despise, now finding a strange comfort in the rhythm of the plays, the sound of the crowd. And every time she caught a glimpse of Justin, his arms, his height, his focus, she felt a swell of something she didn't dare name.

One wildcard weekend, the Chargers had a surprise loss. Ruby couldn't pull her eyes away from the TV as Justin's team fell apart. She saw his pained expression, the defeat etched into every line on his face, and her heart ached for him. It was unlike anything she had felt before. After tucking Malakai into bed, she sent him a tentative text, unsure if she was crossing a line.

The next morning, Ruby woke up to silence. No text from Justin, no acknowledgment of her offer to talk. She felt a pang of rejection, but she knew he was probably just tired from the game. She went about her day, dropping Malakai off at his grandparents' early Sunday morning. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake.

Her schedule was tight with meetings and calls, but she couldn't shake the image of Justin's face from her mind. The way his jaw had set, the tension in his shoulders, it was a stark contrast to the carefree, silly, intelligent man who occasionally slept in her bed. Ruby knew she was crossing into murky waters, but she couldn't ignore the pull she felt towards him. It was more than just the thrill of being with someone so desirable. It was his kindness, his understanding, his ability to listen without judgment that had started to mean more than she cared to admit.

When the text came, it was just like him - sweet, considerate, and yet straight to the point.

Sorry for the late response. Had a long night.

I'm with my family tonight, but if you're free on Monday, I'd love to come over.

Ruby felt a mix of relief and nerves. She didn't know why she cared so much about his response, but she did. She replied as simply as she could.

Sure.

Malakai will be with his grandparents, as usual. I'll be in the area all day. Let me know when you're on your way.

-

Monday rolled around, and Ruby found herself pacing the living room. She had done her best to keep the day as normal as possible, but the anticipation was thick in the air. She had met with clients, picked out the freshest ingredients for her next culinary masterpiece, and even squeezed in a workout, but she couldn't shake the butterflies in her stomach. When the doorbell finally rang, she took a deep breath and composed herself before opening the door.

Justin was dressed down in a pair of Nike training pants and a plain black t-shirt, his messy brownish-blondish hair hinting at the emotional rollercoaster he'd been on since the game. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when he saw her. Without a word, he stepped in and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace that made her heart race. Ruby knew that this was a line they hadn't crossed before, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned into his warmth and let out a sigh of relief.

"I was worried about you," Ruby murmured into his chest, the words muffled by his shirt. Justin's grip tightened around her. "That was a tough watch. How are you holding up?"

Justin stepped back, his eyes searching hers. "It's been a rough 48 hours, to be honest." He took a deep breath. "But I'm okay."

Ruby nodded, unsure of what to say next. She hadn't anticipated the raw vulnerability in his gaze. "Do you want to talk about it?" she offered tentatively.

Justin hesitated before nodding. "I don't know if I can put it into words," he said, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. "But it's more than just the game. It's... everything."

Ruby led him to the couch and sat down beside him, her hand resting gently on his knee. "Take your time," she assured him. "It's good to vent."

He leaned back, his eyes scanning the room before settling on hers again. "I just... I've never felt so... exposed before," he admitted, his thumb tracing circles on her hand. "Everyone expects so much from me. To be perfect, to win, to be the hero. And when I don't..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening.

Ruby's heart ached for him. She knew all too well the pressure of expectations, of feeling like you had to be everything to everyone. Recognizing the tension in his posture, she allowed him the space to collect his thoughts. After a moment, she spoke up, her voice soft but firm. "Sometimes, it's just not meant to be. And that's okay. You're allowed to be upset, but never feel sorry for yourself. You work too hard for that."

Justin offered a half-smile, appreciative of her understanding. He leaned back into the couch cushions with an exhale. "I'm sorry about all the football talk, I know it's not your thing."

Ruby shrugged. "It's fine, really. I mean, you're passionate about it, and it's a big part of your life. It's important to you, so as your friend, it's important to me too. No big deal," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

But Justin wasn't ready to let it go. "Friend," he echoed, his voice half-chuckle, half-challenge. "Am I your friend?"

Ruby felt the tension in the room thicken. "What else would you call it?" she asked, her voice just as light, despite the sudden heaviness in her chest.

Justin's smile grew, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, you know, we're not exactly hanging out when we see each other." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Friends don't do the things we do."

Ruby felt her eyebrows furrow for a brief second, but she held her ground. "What things?" she asked, playing dumb. She knew exactly what he meant, but she didn't want to be the one to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"You know," Justin said, his voice a low rumble, "the kind of things that make me clear out a drawer for you and keep your favorite ingredients stocked." His eyes searched hers, and Ruby blinked back at him, her heart racing. "Or," he continued with a small smile, "the kind of things that make me want to risk everything just to have you in my life."

Ruby felt the walls she had so carefully constructed start to crumble. "Justin," she whispered, her voice shaky. "That's dangerous," a mirthless chuckle escaped her, "especially for you." She looked down at their intertwined fingers, his thumb still making lazy circles on her hand.

He sat up, his expression earnest. "I know. You're dangerous."

The words were simple, but they carried the weight of a confession, of something deeper than either of them had been ready to admit. Ruby's eyes searched his, looking for a sign that he was just saying it to get in her pants again, but all she saw was a sincerity that was as surprising as it was disarming.

"I'm dangerous?" Ruby echoed, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. She hadn't anticipated this turn in their conversation.

Justin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah," he said, "extremely dangerous."

Ruby's heart skipped a beat. "What does that mean?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Justin sighed and leaned back into the couch, his eyes searching the ceiling as if the answers were written there. He clearly didn't want to dive into this conversation, seemed to be fighting with himself internally.

"Justin," Ruby said, her voice firm despite the shock, "what do you mean by that?"

Justin took a deep breath, his blue eyes finding hers again. "I mean that... I can't help but feel like I'm falling for you," he admitted, his voice thick with vulnerability. "And that scares the shit out of me."

Ruby's breath caught in her throat. She had been bracing herself for a casual, teasing conversation, not a declaration of feelings. She felt her heart thud heavily in her chest. "What?" she said, trying to keep the tremble from her voice.

Justin stood up, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding her gaze as best he could. "You heard me," he said. "I really like you, Ruby. More than I should, probably. I know you don't do relationships and I'm not supposed to want that either, but I can't help it. What we have is good, it's easy, but I keep thinking that I want more than easy. I want all of you."

Ruby felt like she had been punched in the gut. "Justin, we agreed on this," she said, her voice shaking. "No strings attached, no messiness. We're both busy, we have our own lives. Feelings ruin everything."

Justin nodded, his eyes downcast. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. I'm trying to be more intentional about how I treat you, how I talk to you." He paused, his voice low. "Because I don't want to ruin what we have."

Ruby felt the tears welling up. She didn't know why his words had such an impact on her, but she knew she had to protect herself. "Justin," she began, her voice shaking, "I agreed to this because it was easy. Because I don't have time for a relationship, especially considering who you are."

He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean, 'who I am'?"

Ruby took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "You're an NFL quarterback in LA, Justin. Like it or not, you're a big deal. I'm a single mom with a career, and I hate football. I don't have time to be a WAG, dealing with all the drama and the scrutiny that comes with it. And you don't deserve to be forced to deal with someone who can't handle that."

Justin frowned, his gaze intense. "I never asked you to be anything but yourself. Why do you think I've kept this from everyone? Because I know the kind of bullshit that comes with my job. I've done everything I can to keep us separate from that."

Ruby sighed, looking away. "This is exactly what I didn't want," she murmured. "This... mess." She knew she had painted herself into a corner with her own words, but she couldn't deny the fear that washed over her at the thought of letting anyone into her life in a real way, especially someone in the public eye like Justin.

Justin's hand cupped her chin, gently turning her face towards him. "Look, I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend, or to go to every game, or to deal with any of that crap. I just... I care about you, Ruby. More than I should, and I don't know what that means for us. But I had to tell you."

When she didn't respond, he continued. "I was honest about who I was from the beginning, and it was never a problem before. But if me being honest about how I feel is going to make you run, then maybe we should reconsider this whole thing." He paused, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. "Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you."

Ruby took a deep, shaky breath, feeling her heart twist. "It's not that, it's just..." she began, but couldn't find the words.

"What?" Justin asked, his voice softer now.

Ruby looked at him, her hazel eyes swimming with unshed tears. "It's just that... I'm scared," she admitted finally. "I can't be a part of that world, and you can't escape it. I have to protect Malakai, protect myself, and I don't know if I can do that if I get too involved in... this." She gestured between the two of them, her voice cracking.

Justin's gaze never wavered from hers. "I understand," he said gently. "But I'm not asking you to be anyone but you. I just want a chance to see where this goes. I won't push, I promise."

Ruby felt the weight of his words. He was giving her an out, but she also knew that he was giving her a chance. A chance to explore something real, something that could be more than just a casual arrangement to satisfy their physical needs. She took a deep breath and looked into his earnest blue eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or insincerity. All she found was hope.

"I can't promise that things won't be hard sometimes," he continued, "But I do promise that I'll always be honest with you, and I'll always respect your boundaries. If it doesn't work, or if you're not happy, just let me know and I'll walk away. I won't make it messy, I won't make it complicated. I promise I'll let you go. Just please, give me a chance to love you."

Ruby felt the words resonate through her, shaking her to her core. She had never heard anyone speak to her with such sincerity, such vulnerability. She knew that the life of a football player's girlfriend was not what she had signed up for, but she also couldn't ignore the connection that had grown between them over the months. "You swear?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Justin nodded, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on her cheek. "I swear." His voice was steady, his gaze never leaving hers. "If you're not happy, if it's too much, you just have to tell me. We can go back to what we were before or I'll walk away. Everything's your call."

Ruby felt her resolve crumbling. The fear was still there, the shortsighted doubt and the uncertainty, but so was the undeniable pull towards Justin. The thought of losing him, of pushing him away, was suddenly unbearable. "You're not making this easy," she murmured, a sad smile playing on her lips.

Justin leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "I know," he said. "Please, let me in."

[ggukivrse]

THE ART OF PRETENDING - JJK | teaser

summary. when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend.

but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre/warnings: exes to lovers, fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, (eventual) explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption, ft. seokjin, namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, yoongi + four female ocs, other chapter specific tags

word count: 1k

notes: right soo... this fic was not apart of the poll i put out BUT i did manage to finally write something so you can't say anything (writer's block has been kicking my ass lately, study break was just a result of my horniness loll). this is j a teaser so if we like this, i’ll prioritise it, if not, it’ll still get written, just a bit slower! enjoy reading my angels <333

ps. kiara is pronounced like tiara, just with a k

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The road stretches out ahead, long and quiet, humming under the tires. You lean into the car door, forehead pressed against the glass, fingers mindlessly tugging at the threads on the hem of your shorts.

Summer air seeps through the half-cracked open window, warm and heavy with the scent of trees and sun-baked asphalt.

You should be excited. Everyone else is.

A full week away — just your group, no classes, no work shifts, no group projects hanging over anyone’s head for the first time in four years. A final trip before the “real world” starts to pull everyone in different directions.

But your stomach’s been tight since the moment you packed your bag. And now, with every mile you put between yourself and home, it just gets worse.

“You’re really quiet,” Kiara says, glancing at you from the driver’s seat. She’s got one hand on the wheel, the other flipping the volume knob down on the music. “Like... unusually quiet. Do I need to be concerned?”

You shake your head without looking at her. “Nah. Just tired.”

Kiara makes a sound like she doesn’t believe you, but she doesn’t press, and you're grateful for it.

You glance over at her. She’s in an oversized T-shirt, dark brown hair falling in curls past her shoulders, sunglasses balanced on top of her head instead of over her eyes.

“I thought you’d be in full DJ mode by now,” you say, nodding toward her phone. “Where’s the summer playlist?”

She smirks. “I’m easing you into it. Jimin says my music tastes give him whiplash.”

“He has a point.”

She scoffs. “Please. Hoseok says my music’s amazing.”

“He says that about everything you do," you say with a smile.

She shrugs, casual. “He’s not wrong.”

It’s adorable how hopelessly smitten they are. Even after a year together, Hoseok still looks at Kiara like she hung the stars.

You remember when they finally got together, after years of dancing around it. Everyone in the friend group had seen it coming — everyone except them.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Kiara laughs, and you can’t help but join in. For a second, the knot in your chest loosens. Just a little.

"Speaking of Hoseok," you start, glancing over at her. “How come he's not coming with you?”

She sighs. “Shift at work. He tried to switch but his manager’s being a dick. He’ll drive up tomorrow morning.”

You nod. “That sucks.”

She hums in agreement, but you’re already half-lost in your thoughts.

As much as you feel bad for Hoseok, you're quietly grateful Kiara asked you to come with her. The idea of doing this drive alone — just you, a quiet car, and way too much time to sit with everything you haven’t let yourself feel — would’ve made the weight in your chest unbearable.

She hasn’t said much, but she’s always had good timing. Maybe she didn’t even realise how much you needed the company. Or maybe she did.

“Lucky me, I got upgraded,” you say lightly.

She grins. “Damn right you did.”

The playlist switches songs, something soft and nostalgic. You stare out the window again, at the lazy sway of trees and the occasional flicker of a passing car.

“I can’t believe we actually pulled this trip off,” Kiara says, after a beat. “Twelve people committing to anything at the same time? Miracle.”

You nod. “Taehyung’s been talking about it since first year.”

“Yeah, and threatening to disown us if anyone bailed.”

You huff out a small laugh.

Back when this trip was just an idea tossed around during late-night study sessions and half-finished group projects, you'd been genuinely excited — borderline giddy, even. The promise of a full week at a fancy resort with your closest friends had felt like the perfect reward after years of deadlines, breakdowns, and pulling all-nighters on cheap coffee and instant noodles.

It was one of those plans that didn’t feel real at first — the kind of thing you talk about just to survive the semester — but then slowly, it started taking shape. Rooms were booked. Deposits paid. Group chats flooded with outfit ideas and packing lists.

You remember counting down the months, then the weeks. You’d imagined bonfires and inside jokes, sunsets by the water, slow mornings in a warm bed.

Back then, this trip had felt like the light at the end of a very long tunnel. Something to look forward to. Something certain.

Now, you can barely keep the dread from crawling up your throat.

“You sure you’re good?” Kiara asks again, gentler this time.

You blink, pulled back to the present. “Yeah. Just... a lot on my mind.”

Again, she doesn’t push. Just gives you a side glance and says, “Well, don’t overthink it. We’ve got a whole week of sun, overpriced cocktails, and probably at least one group fight. You’ll be fine.”

You offer a small smile. “Yeah, you're right. I’ll be fine.”

But your stomach’s still a mess, and the name you’ve been avoiding thinking about drags itself right back to the front of your mind.

Jungkook.

You haven’t seen him in a month.

Not since it ended.

And in about an hour, you’re going to be standing under the same roof as him — spending an entire week in the same space, breathing the same air, pretending it doesn’t feel like your insides are still bruised from the last time you spoke.

A small, irrational part of you hopes he won’t show. That something will come up. That he’ll decide it’s not worth it.

But you know him. He’ll be there.

Of course he will.

Kiara says something — probably teasing, probably meant to distract you — and you laugh on instinct. Keep the smile on your face, even as dread pools low in your gut.

This was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime.

You glance out the window again, the road narrowing in the distance.

Now, a part of you can't stop looking for the nearest exit.

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[itoshiexx]

thin line

synopsis: four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 5k (insane) | warnings: enemies to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin is a total tsundere and emotionally constipated, banter, teasing, one (1) sexual implication towards the end, i use the word hate a lot, kinda proofread

notes: oh my GOD. you have no idea how hard it was for me to write (and finish!) this. writer's block has been kicking my ass really hard and honestly i don't even know if i like this but i swear to god if this flops i'll kms. (jk. maybe. or not.)

masterlist sae's 4+1

i.

itoshi rin was a hater. 

he didn’t consider himself one, naturally. rin thought he was a pretty chill guy, but apparently, everyone who had some sort of interaction with the younger itoshi felt the same kind of vibe coming from him. at least, it was what his stupid teammates said after claiming rin was always hating on something — whether it was the line in the coffee shop being too long, every pass given to him by isagi or the librarian with “a stupid fish-face”.

on his defense, no one liked long lines, isagi had two left feet when it came to passing and the librarian was a fucking weirdo. even if he was a hater, he had a plausible reason for everything he hated. 

“itoshi.”

that included you, of course.

rin was pretty convinced it was impossible not to hate you. every time he entered your shared biology class, a mere look at you was enough for his irk to grow even more. everything about you was just obnoxious.

you were loud. and, although unpleasant, that wouldn’t be much of a problem if you just weren’t unable to shut the fuck up and stop rambling excitedly at every friend you met. and you had many. you were some kind of weird social butterfly with infinite energy for social interactions — in a way, you reminded him of bachira. 

but bachira was not always jumping at every chance to refute him with a know-it-all smirk. bachira wasn’t perpetually ready to throw witty remarks at his rudeness. and bachira definitely didn’t have a pretty gleam on his eyes every time he headbutted with rin.

in short, you were everything itoshi rin hated. and the worst part was that you knew. you knew how much your very existence annoyed him, and it seemed like you took as your life mission to make the next two years of his life a living hell. 

“itoshi.” your voice reached his ears again. well, maybe if he just ignored you, you would… “itoshi!”

“what the fuck do you want?” he snapped, diverting his attention from the match playing on his phone to look at you. “i told you not to call me that.”

another thing he hated — to be called by his last name. it reminded him way too much of sae, and that was something rin didn’t want to do. but it wasn’t like he was going to tell you that, so he’d rather let you think he just didn’t want you to address him at all. which wasn’t a lie, either. 

you gave him a puzzled look, tilting your head like an innocent puppy. a fake naivety, of course. “we’re not close enough for me to call you by your first name, though.”

“thank fuck.” 

your eyes rolled at that. “language, itoshi.” he glared at you again, and you fixed your posture, putting your hands on the back pockets of your jeans. the malicious smile you gave sent chills down his spine. 

“well, i just came to deliver you the news since you missed last period. there’s a project worth 75% of our grade to be delivered in two months, and guess what? we’re together!”

oh, hell no.

“you tell terrible jokes.”

“i’m serious, though. if you don’t believe me, just ask your friends,” you said, so absentmindedly that rin felt his blood pressure rising. he opened his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. “and before you try, the teacher already said no one can work alone and that the pairs cannot be exchanged.”

his left eye twitched, and he was pretty sure all his muscles were tight and ready to combust. life just couldn’t give him a break, could it? it was like he was being punished — forced to work with you, of all people. what a fucking nightmare. 

how the hell was he supposed to endure two months of constant interactions with your annoying sassiness and the pretty curve of your lips when you smirked? it might just drive him crazy. 

“so, when can we start, partner?”

rin rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck on the back of his skull. 

“i hate you.”

ii.

the soccer field was probably the only place rin felt at peace. the smell of grass and sweat was as familiar as his home, much like the round shape of the ball on his feet and the path to the goal. despite his rowdy teammates and their dumb antics, there wasn’t much that was able to distract him and break this peacefulness.

“itoshi!”

there was still something, though. or someone, for that matter.

the shock of seeing you in his “happy place” was so big rin nearly tripped on the ball, successfully letting bachira steal it from him. the snickers from reo and isagi made his skin boil with anger, but his harsh glare was directed at you — the fucking source of all his problems. 

and no, he was not being dramatic. 

“what are you doing here.” 

it wasn’t really a question, more like a veiled threat; but you seemed oblivious to it, or simply didn’t care about his reaction. something in him even thought you liked getting on his nerves. he was sure of it when you smirked.

“the project, dummy. we need to start today if we want to get it done in time. it’s pretty long, hence why we have two months.”

“i can’t today,” was all he said. 

“why?”

“because,” rin spat with venom on his tongue, “i have an important game next week.”

you stared at him in silence. rin would have thought about how the sun shining on your back framed you with a perfect halo and gave you a nearly angelic look if he wasn’t so busy controlling the heat on his face from your scrutiny. he hated when you did that. he hated you. 

“we have to start today, itoshi. i’ll wait until you finish practicing so we can go to the library.”

he hated your stubbornness. he hated your voice, too — how it sounded like a siren’s melody, ready to trap him and bring him to the bottom of the ocean.

“fine. suit yourself.”

the young itoshi turned around and went back to the field, ignoring aryu’s pestering and shidou asking about who you were and if he could have your number. rin pondered if a yellow card was worth shutting up the insect, but eventually decided against it; he didn’t want ego to bench him, especially when they were so close to the tournament next week. 

the rest of the game went pretty smoothly, although rin and his teammates could tell he had half of his focus on the sidelines, where you sat prettily at the stands with your laptop. a perpetual scowl was on his face throughout the rest of the match. you were so damn distracting it was annoying. 

once the match was over, some of the boys went home, while others continued practicing, rin being one of them. he was expecting you to grow tired and give up, especially considering it was getting darker and colder, but you didn’t waver. your face was still present on the stands, haunting him even if he closed his eyes. you even had the audacity to smile when your gazes crossed.

he hated your smile. he did. 

hours passed until every one of his teammates had gone home, and rin was the only one left in the field. deciding it was finally enough (and not admitting he was starting to worry for you), he stopped his moves, finishing up with a few stretches so that his muscles weren’t too sore. he stored the footballs on the cart and put away the cones, something that was already routine at that point since he was usually the last one to leave.

finally, rin walked towards you. 

“i’m done,” he said as he approached you on the sideline of the field. his gym bag was right at your side, and he ignored the electricity that sparked his skin when it grazed yours. 

your eyes averted from your laptop to look at him. “oh, hi! thought you’d take a little longer,” you retorted. “anyways, i’m done too.”

he stopped his movement. “what?”

“yeah, i finished the first topic. only fourteen more to go.” the giggle that flew out of your mouth reverberated through his body. rin watched as you stood up and stretched, looking away when your shirt rode up and a sliver of your stomach could be seen. you then proceeded to put your laptop away, and his brows furrowed. 

“i don’t get it. i thought you said… you said it was too much stuff to do by yourself.” you nodded, not even looking at him. rin kind of wished you did. “and yet you did everything?”

“well, yes.”

his scowl only worsened. “what the fuck? why?”

you slung your bag through your shoulder, looking at him with those damn doe-eyes that always sparkled so much. it was annoying. why did they remind him of the stars? and why did rin wanted to watch the night sky on your face?

“you said you have an important game next week, so i figured it wouldn’t kill to do the first topic by myself,” you answered. “don’t get used to it, though! you’re gonna have to help on the next ones, partner.”

the young itoshi ignored the stupid nickname, his brain still trying to catch up to everything. something just wasn’t clicking…

“so why the hell did you wait for me to finish practice?”

you didn’t even falter.

“thought you could use the company.” you shrugged. and although your voice was nonchalant, you were smiling. and not your typical mischievous smirk — it was a sweet, sweet smile, dripped in honey and all things good in the world. 

rin’s heart leaped on his chest. he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed, but he blamed it on the cold. 

coming to think of it, it was really cold. and you sat there for hours… if he looked closely, he could see your frame shivering from the lack of proper clothing. 

a little tsk came out of his mouth, and rin impulsively took off his jacket, throwing it on your face — ignoring the “hey!” you sent his way.

“what’s that for, itoshi?!”

“so that you don’t freeze to death, dumbass.”

rin had to admit your gaping expression was kind of cute. not that he would commit to memory or something… that would be lukewarm, and he was anything but lukewarm. especially when it came to you. 

“don’t get any ideas, though,” he said before you could retort, turning around to follow the path to his dorm room, “i still hate you.”

iii.

things were calmer after the game passed. rin often found himself at the university library with you after his practice, leaving around nine or ten, and walking you to your dorm building simply because he didn’t want to be bothered in case something happened to you. not like he was worried for your safety or anything.

you still got on his nerves, but the project was going surprisingly well. rin learned you were very dedicated and meticulous, meaning you put in a lot of effort to focus and make everything as perfect as it could be. he wished he could say his focus was also as sharp as ever, but the scent of your coconut shampoo always lingered on the study booths and made his mind fuzzy. 

it was tuesday night and you were both on your laptops doing research and writing on your paper, falling into the same little routine you established the past weeks. the library was nearly empty as usual — though you always sat at the furthest cabin because rin didn’t like to see, hear or speak to people — and the only sound in the ambience was the pitter patter of the rain. 

everything seemed to be going fine, but things changed when the rain got heavier and became a strong thunderstorm that made the lights go out.

“fuck,” rin cursed under his breath, looking around to hear other people mumbling complaints and the librarian saying she would turn on the power generator, asking for calm and patience. he squeezed the bridge of his nose, annoyed, and turned to you. “hey, do you think—”

then he stopped. 

the only source of light was the screen of your laptops and the occasional lightning striking on the dark sky, but rin could see you on the other side of the table as clear as day. and he felt his heart squeeze impossibly hard with the sight. 

you were shaking like a leaf, hands squeezed tight and nails prickling your skin, and your eyes were widened and so, so scared. he had never seen you wear such an expression, always familiar with your confidant, cheery self, and he decided he didn’t like one bit. 

“hey,” he whispered, trying to grasp your attention. however, your eyes were focused outside. “hey, look at me.”

slowly, your orbs met his, and rin felt his breath hitch. there were tears on your lash line threatening to fall, and panic began to rise on his throat; but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake. 

“what’s wrong?”

your lips trembled, but nothing came out. he hated your voice, but found himself missing it. so he tried again.

“are you… afraid of the dark?”

his question was answered when the sound of another thunder reverberated again, making you visibly flinch. his gaze softened when a small hiccup left your lips. 

“oh. it’s the thunder.”

you nodded, still unable to talk. rin could see you were forcing yourself to keep your sobs contained, as if the mere thought of crying in front of him was as dangerous as standing at gunpoint. like his words — venomous, harsh, cold words — could hurt you just as much as a bullet. 

his stomach churned with that thought. he hated it. 

so, as carefully as he could so as not to startle you, rin stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he reached the chair at your side, sitting on it. he felt you body tense with the proximity, more so when he slightly turned to stare at you, and felt the need to say something.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, so impossibly soft you could hardly believe it was itoshi rin saying those words to you. 

it was even more unbelievable when he enveloped your body in a hug, bringing your head to his chest as if to shelter you from the thunder. 

rin really hoped you couldn't hear the unrestrained beating of his heart. everything about that moment made him nearly combust; from the ever present smell of your shampoo when he rested his nose in your hair, the evident relaxation of your frame when he hugged you or the small arms that held his waist as if he was the only lifeline in the ocean. 

you let your sobs and sniffles run free, burying yourself deeper in his embrace, and all rin could do was pat your hair and whisper soft reassurances on your ear. 

it’s okay. you are safe. i won’t let it hurt you. 

he didn’t know how long you both stayed in that position, but as he enjoyed the warmth of your body next to his, your sobs eventually died out along with the roaring sound of thunder. the rain became thinner and the lights finally came back, although neither of you made a move to separate. 

the silence lingered for a moment before you broke it, “thank you.”

the male only hummed, trying to hide his disappointment when you slowly backed away. though his hand didn’t leave you, going from your hair to rest on your hip in some type of reassurance squeeze. 

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just…”

“you don’t have to explain,” he interrupted. then, hesitantly added, “only if you want to.”

“it’s not something big or anything… this fear has just kind of been there. i think something happened to me when i was a kid and it was thundering, so every time it happens i just… freeze.” you shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

he frowned. “it’s not stupid if it makes you this terrified. it’s okay, we all have fears.”

you were yet to look him in the eye, seemingly embarrassed about your triggered phobia. “i cried on your shirt.”

“yeah.”

“it has tears stains.”

“yeah.”

you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

he squeezed your hip again. “don’t apologize.”

you finally raised your head to look at him, and rin could very much consider himself a lost man at that moment. your eyes were glistening from the remnant of tears, but that pretty gleam was still there, barging its way through any sadness and any fear to present itself with the shy smile you sent him.

even if it was still dark, he would be able to see it, because you shined. brightly, scorchingly and so, so mesmerizing, like some sort of classic painting worth millions of dollars. if rin had the choice, he wouldn’t want to look away. 

“i think it’s enough for today,” you said, “do you mind if we continue tomorrow?”

“i don’t mind,” rin answered, although he secretly wished to bask in your warmth for a little longer. “i’ll take you to your dorm building. i brought an umbrella.”

because he knew you were a klutz and would most likely forget. not that he paid attention to you or something. 

you smiled again, and rin had to use all of his might to let go of you and go back to his chair to pick up his stuff. silently, you both put away your things and left the study booth towards the exit, where the younger itoshi opened his umbrella and started to walk towards your destination. he felt his skin burning when you tangled your arm with his so that you were squeezed together under the shelter for the rain.

around ten minutes later, you finally arrived at your dorm building. and then, as the little minx you were, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running inside along with your goodbyes. 

“thank you, rin!”

he stood there like a statue for what felt like an eternity, feeling his face impossibly hot. rin touched his cheek in mild disbelief, feeling butterflies erupting on his stomach without permission. 

it was only then he realized you called him by his actual name, and a smile inevitably took over his features. 

fuck.

itoshi rin hated you. but that day, he discovered that he hated seeing you cry even more.

iv.

he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing there. rin was not the kind of guy who went to parties, much less fraternity ones; but somehow he ended up in one on a saturday night after a lot of convincing from his teammates. he claimed he only accepted so that isagi would shut up and stop pestering him, but the said boy insisted to say he only agreed after learning you would be there. 

which was absurd, of course. a completely crazy, delusional and absurd thought. why would he want your obnoxious self to go and ruin the party? rin hated you. 

right?

the music was loud and the people were even louder. there were dozens of bodies on the makeshift dance floor swaying to the beat, along with some people playing beer pong and small groups scattered around talking as best as they could. rin was part of the last type, although he was tuning out everything that bachira blabbed on his ear like a madman. his focus was solely on the entrance.

and then, you came in. 

it was like a stupid romance movie — the way everything seemed to be in slow motion. from the way you walked, to the slight movement of your hair, to the blink of your curved eyelashes. and god, how much he hated that. 

he hated the way your mere presence prickled his skin. how your voice soothed his lousy thoughts, how your smile lit up the room. he hated this urge inside of him to look for you every time he knew you'd be in the same vicinity, like you were some source of life that he couldn’t live without. 

“are you okay, rin-chan?” bachira’s voice took him out of his thoughts. he blinked a few times.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

now, rin wasn’t a drinker; the red cup on his hand was merely for show. but he gulped some beer at that moment, as if trying to wake up from a hazy dream or get out of a trance. it made sense — he did think you were a siren of some sort. 

there was no other reason for the spell you put on him. 

the party went on, and he spent a few hours avoiding you like the plague and pretending he wasn’t stealing glances at every chance he got. truth is, he was always paying attention when you were swaying your hips on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow, glaring at every guy who thought about getting close while holding back his own desire to do the same.

it was only when you left to the backyard that his teammates finally decided to say something.

“you should talk to them” reo advised, eyebrows dancing in a weird, wiggly way. rin grimaced.

“what? why?”

the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, tired of the younger itoshi’s behavior. 

“rin, man. you are clearly interested in them. and i’m pretty sure they’re interested in you, too,” isagi said slowly, as if rin was a child. “otherwise, they wouldn’t make the effort to pester you.”

rin could feel his face flushing. “i’m not—”

“don’t even try to deny it. it’s kind of obvious, really,” chigiri butted in, an exasperated countenance on his face. “just go, rin.”

he let out a tsk, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the cup on the trash. “i’m going out just because i don’t want to keep listening to you idiots.” 

“yeah, right,” nagi snickered, and the others followed, watching rin turn his back and move towards the backyard, where he would inevitably find you. 

the chilly air hit his skin the moment he stepped out, and rin kind of thanked the relief it gave to his hot cheeks. quickly looking around, it was easy to spot your lonely frame leaning on the wall, staring at the stars as if they weren’t in your eyes. he walked to you like his feet had their own will, and once he got close enough, leaned the side of his body on the wall, facing you.

“you’re cold.”

not even a hello, how are you to start. great conversationalist, itoshi rin.

you turned your head to look at him, smiling when recognition took over your features. “hey, itoshi! didn’t think i’d meet you here!”

the giggle that went past your lips was the only reason he didn’t scowl when you didn’t call him rin.

“parties are not really my thing, but my friends convinced me to come.” you nodded, understanding. he blinked a couple of times, and said again, “you’re cold.”

you slightly flushed. “it’s just a bit chilly, but it’s not a big deal…”

but rin was already shrugging off his jacket, moving to be right in front of you as if to shield you from the wind. he handed the piece of clothing to you. “here.”

“oh… thank you,” you answered, bashful, taking the jacket and putting it on. 

last time he lent you one, he didn’t stay to see how you looked like. but at that moment, rin was sure there was nothing prettier than the sight of you in his clothes. he swallowed a nervous lump from his throat.

“so… why are you out here by yourself?”

“needed some air. i danced a lot and it was kind of stuffy in there.” you shrugged. then, fiddling with your fingers, you look straight into his eyes. “and maybe… maybe i was hoping someone would follow.”

someone. you had your eyes on someone. 

rin didn’t know what was worse: the stinging pain on his heart or the bitter taste left on his tongue. what he did know was that both felt like poison, one that would spread through his veins and consume him whole. and that he shouldn’t feel like this. because he hated you, after all. 

he must have made a terrible grimace, because you threw your hands in the air in exasperation. 

“for fucks sake.”

and then your lips were on his. 

it was just a fleeting moment — something way too quick and definitely not enough to sate the dormant hunger inside of him. in the blink of an eye, you were already back in your place, staring at him with doe-eyes and a hundred doubts written in them. 

rin freezed for a whole full minute with his mouth agape, until finally lunging forward to kiss you again. his right arm wrapped possessively around your waist to glue your bodies together, while his left hand found a place in your jaw, cradling your face as if you were some precious jewel. his lips were hungry on yours, and you gasped with the intensity, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. 

kissing you was exhilarating, like scoring the perfect goal or winning a championship. adrenaline ran high on his veins and his head was a little airy. and rin swore he never felt so alive. 

when you finally parted, you were both panting, chest heaving with every breath. rin rested his forehead against yours, directing both of his hands to your middle as if to look for grounding. 

“you still hate me, itoshi?” you asked in a whisper, mouth inches away from his but still not close enough. that dangerous gleam was still settled in your eyes, and he could swear you were the perfect definition of sinful every time you batted your eyelashes at him.

“call me rin.”

“okay,” you giggled lightly. “you still hate me, rin?”

he could feel his blood pulsing on his ears. “yeah,” he answered, way too breathless for an athlete of his caliber. 

and then, holding your waist tighter, “kiss me again.”

v.

“we should get coffee.”

rin’s words cut the silence as you were exiting the library yet again. you looked up to see his face staring straight ahead, expression unreadable as always, but the light redness on the tip of his ears told you all you needed to know. 

you decided to be a tease, as always. “hm… i don’t know, should we? you sure you want to spend even more time with someone you hate?”

he scowled like usual, but this time, there was a small pout on his lips. you thought he looked the cutest when he was like that, all shy and trying to maintain his stoic act. 

he grumbled something under his breath. 

“what was that?”

“i said,” he sneered, “i don’t hate you, stupid.”

you arched your brow. “you don’t?”

“do you think i would have kissed you if i did?” the smirk you give him is both charming and infuriating. rin would have said he hated it, but he was done pretending. 

“i don’t know, itoshi. you are kind of emotionally constipated.”

“shut up,” rin quipped. then, he snaked your waist with his right arm as you walked side by side, pulling you closer. “and didn’t i tell you to call me rin?”

there was just mischief in your eyes when you answered, “yeah, but i like to get on your nerves.”

the male scoffed, still in disbelief with your antics. 

“you’re a damn brat. i think you just want me to teach you my name tonight.”

rin could practically feel the heat on your face, and he smirked when he saw how red you were. god, you were so cute. 

“at least take me to dinner first before we hate-fuck,” you still managed to joke, despite the slight shakiness in your voice. he rolled his eyes, and pulled you to a stop by the arm. 

you both stood in the middle of campus, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and listening to the birds chirping. it was a peaceful day, with the sun high up in the baby blue sky. rin thought there was no better time than at that moment. 

his hand traced your arm until it reached your own, and he squeezed your fingers in reassurance. 

“i don’t hate you,” he said again. “i just hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.”

he watched your eyes light up and smile brighter than the sun, and he almost laughed at the disbelief in your voice. 

“did you just quote ‘ten things i hate about you’?”

it was his time to flush. a small shrug was all rin answered with — he didn’t want you to know he specifically chose this sentence because that was your favorite movie. not like it mattered when you were gleaming at him and making his heart leap on his chest. 

“well, then,” you squeezed his hand back, “let’s get coffee, rin.”

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[trashmouth-richie]

I feel like I’m really bad at prompts so I’m just gonna go with my “do’s” from costar today…

Stomping. Instant coffee. Cold* shower.

*“Cold” autocorrected to “come” and I almost didn’t fix it, soooo…do with that what you will.

OH MY LOVE.

hoping my slutty choices for this prompt find you well.

18+, no minors, acts of sex, yay.

**peep my little hints at 90s tv and movies—there are 4 🖤

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send me a prompt from this post ! (writers block is killing me !)

Cold beads of water trickle like ice down your body. Making your already pert nipples stand at attention and harden in an instant. 

Cursing the boy you’ve been best friends with since diapers, you turn the faucet off in a quickened haste— exiting the tub in an anything but graceful fashion, stubbing your toes on the way out. 

“Eddie!” your shrill voice is clouded by the throbbing in your foot and the chatter in your teeth. “Did you pay the water bill?”  

One job, the menace had one job— one duty for the small shared apartment, and it was to pay the water bill each month. 

Wrapping yourself in a threadbare towel that had once been a swim towel for an uppity family— you stomp down to his bedroom, kicking open the door with enough rage to channel Jackie Chan.

You should have knocked. Fuck, why didn’t you knock? 

Eddie was naked.

Pale-moon colored ass on display. 

Thigh muscles rippled beneath dark patchwork tattoos, arms that never looked muscly suddenly flexed tight. A veiny hand wrapped tight around a black haired pony tail. Hips, his hips were— fucking, thrusting, pounding. 

His mouth was slack, slick like an oil painting, head back and eyes rolled to squinted ivory surrounded with a colossal woodland of thick lashes.

Sweat coated his brow, dribbling down until it collected on his cupids bow, a salty pooled tease. His rougey lips were spit coated, sheer— glossy— begging for your tongue to taste them. 

Your heart thumped loudly, heat in your core on its own tempo, hot and deep. 

And then you hear it. 

A whimper. Softer than silk, low, whiny, almost sweetly pathetic in its delivery from a deep space in his throat. 

Your cheeks warm, cunt heated like a fire, sirens going off for extreme temperatures. 

Oh—fuck.

His eyes meet yours and you hold his gaze for a second. The clouded look of a man being sucked dry took over his normal instant coffee colored irises. Glaucoma esque beauty in the dark swirls, and you wet your lips at the sight of him— at Eddie Munson— resident freak of Hawkins and your best friend. 

Jesus.

Both your lips explicitly mutter words with eyes wild doe like. His going from lazy pleasure to shock. Yours were covered with your palm, the other reaching, fumbling for the door knob. 

Apologizing profusely you suddenly stammer around clearing your throat and trying to leave ASAP. 

The towel around your middle, the only thing keeping you decent, glides to the ground—falling gently like that fucking feather in opening scenes of Forest Gump. Practically in slow motion but still too quick for your blind shut eyes to catch it. 

Fuck.

Pulling with both hands on the knob your heart races to shut the door, not registering that the towel is wedged tight between the frame, making it impossible to shut. 

Shit shitshitshitshitSHIT

With a last feeble attempt of yanking your arms, the latch clicks into place and you beeline to your room with a slam of your door so hard it ricocheted off the walls, making a framed picture of you and Eddie at a Metallica concert fall to the ground, shattering the glass.

What the fuck? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Your heart boomed in your ears, back stuck to the door like you were holding it up. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Eddie naked, pretty sure your entire graduating class saw him naked on more than one occasion. But this?! This was so mouthwatering better than any other time. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin at the burned image of Eddie getting head on your retinas. The two of you had never crossed those lines. Each dating, fucking around it never once crossed your mind what he would be like in the sack, or what his sack would be like in your mouth. 

You’re pleased when you don’t cringe at the dirty thoughts of him— it felt like second nature, like eve seeing adam —lol okay maybe not, but still! What your mind was conjuring up was biblical. 

A giggle surpasses your lips and you wipe a line of drool from the corner of your mouth. Nerves finally settling as your realization hits— who was it?

It wasn’t Sarah, you hadn’t seen her since last fall. Eddie had said she started dating Steve—his comic book “arch nemesis” but in reality another bestie, who spent most of his time wallowing on your couch about Nancy than he did actually going on dates. 

Mary ended up being a virgin—preacher’s daughter, one of seven. He stopped seeing Clarissa after she wouldn’t stop over explaining every single minute detail of her day. Could it be the girl with the green leather jacket? Darla? Daria? 

The horny ache in your belly soured like curdled milk. 

How dare her (whoever she was!) The thought of someone other than you pulling those noises from Eddie suddenly set you on edge. Rage burned through your veins like lightning. Spidering and leeching to your skin. 

The pajamas you had taken off before your shower lay in a heap on your floor and you quickly yanked them on. Muttering to yourself about every vile thing you could imagine about whoever the lucky girl was who currently had a mouthful of your roommate. 

You needed to leave. The clouds of embarrassment eased overhead, colliding with the lightning making a storm brew deep beneath your surface and you be damned if you were going to let the rain fall whilst still in this apartment. 

Keys in your palm you throw open your bedroom door, ready to bolt through your apartment and down to your car— destination unknown. 

You nearly knock him over in your attempt to run. But you’re stopped cold by sweaty bangs, a heaving chest, and the same stupid pair of boxers that had small tears along the elastic from years of wear. 

“Sweetheart…” he coaxed, voice so sugary and laced with tiny shreds of venom it could ice a wedding cake— then strike you dead. 

You had seen plenty of Eddie today, your body screamed for you to leave, but your feet were stuck in the icing, waiting for the bomb to drop. 

Warmth from your cheeks from your shame could keep a trailer with broken windows warm in a blizzard—your stomach flipped— dropped like lead as his next words hit like a bullet. 

“We need to talk.” 

part two

steve tied up

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can I get some dubcon ball sucking with a fem reader and a large monster? For the monster I'll let you choose BUT it has to be one you haven't written about yet.

Kabr0z Writes episode 74: Loxodon Warhammer

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: fellatio; dubcon; size difference; alcohol use; intox; anal sex

A/N: Writer's block has been absolutely kicking my ass today, so please enjoy the easiest thing close to the top of the requests queue :D I'm just happy I thought of a loxodon as a potential creature that meets both requirements!

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Fun fact: elephants have prehensile penises. You discovered this the fun way.

It started as all good nights do: in a smoky nightclub, populated by all sorts of human variants. They wouldn't normally let a baseliner like yourself in, but you knew the bouncer so as long as you didn't get weird with any of the patrons you'd be allowed. Too many issues with so-called monsterfuckers being pushy and putting people off. Just because someone has fur, a wolf head, and hardware to match, doesn't mean they're always down to fuck. So, places like this started up for variants to meet and spend their money on overpriced lager and cocktails. You weren't the only baseliner in the place, sure, but you wouldn't get in without someone vouching for you, be that a guest or a member of staff.

Now, you weren't allowed to hit on anyone, but that didn't mean you weren't allowed to be hit on. Plenty of variants start a night looking to avoid baseliners, but get enough drinks in anyone and they'll start looking to get lucky. As you stood at the bar, short skirt strategically rumpled at the back to give a good view of your pastel-pink thong as it separated your asscheeks, that's precisely what you were counting on.

You'd expected a lupine to make a move on you, maybe an equine, maybe even a felinid though they tend not to frequent places like this. What you hadn't expected was half a tonne of man in a tailored suit and the head of an elephant to step up behind you. Loxodons tend not to be party people, and it's not hard to see why. You're not small, about 5'8 and about 80kg, but this man dwarfed you in every respect. He must have been at least 8 or 9 foot, and was so broad two of you could stand abreast and still hide behind his immense bulk.

He offered you a drink, you accepted. Then another, and another. You got to talking. He was a postdoc from a few cities over, in your neck of the woods for a conference. It seems like it went well enough, he sure wasn't holding back on the drinks. Every fruity cocktail he bought you, he'd get two or three pints of beer, swigging them back with gusto. He was apparently a civil engineer with a speciality in bridge design, he'd been teaching classes for a few years including supervising a PhD student. He'd also been single for several years.

It finally got to kicking-out time: the early hours of the morning, after the band had packed up and left, long past the last train that would get you home safe, clinging to the sleeve of the massive elephant-man steering you towards his hotel. You remember him swiping his keycard to get in, then again in the lift to bring you both up to his room. The double bed was made, the sheets smelling of detergent as you fell onto it. He didn't bother moving your skirt, sliding the thong down your legs and past the six-inch heels on your feet. His trunk brushed your pussy, already wet with drunken anticipation. Your blouse was next, lifting over your spinning head, then your bra, deftly unfastened with one surprisingly nimble hand before being cast aside.

You lay there, barely able to move in your stupor. Feeling the soft sheets on your bare skin as he undressed himself. Two strong hands pulled your face up into his crotch. The musky skin of his ballsack smothered you. Every breath in bore the warm smell of his sweat. You opened your mouth, tasting him as he held you to him. You tried to pull away from him, but he wasn't done. You couldn't get a proper breath, every attempt filling your mouth and nose with the pliant skin pressed against you. Your hands slapped against his thigh. He pulled you away from him as you gasped for air. It was then you noticed it hanging above you, swaying slightly as it did. Your mouth hung open as he held you, transfixed by the huge, thick cock above you.

It curved down, the tip brushing your lips. You opened a little wider, allowing it to press between your lips, stretching your jaw open as he repositioned you. He was barely in you, but already at the back of your mouth, the flare at your tonsils. Your gags only spurred him on, massaging his tip with your mouth. Your eyes watered and he started grunting as precum leaked out, filling your mouth as his balls churned.

The cock popped out of your mouth, moving with a will of its own as it slathered precum and spit over your face, mingling with your tears and streaking your eyeliner down your face. He turned you around, bending you over the bed. One hand spread your asscheeks as his member pressed up against it, the end flexing against the tight hole as he applied his weight behind it, working himself in to you. You cried out into the sheets as he stretched your inexperienced asshole, the girth of it feeling as though he may tear you open. His hands were on your hips, shoving his immense length into you, pushing this way and that. Your hand was on your clit, numbly rubbing yourself, pushing through the pain in pursuit of your release. The sound of your fingers slopping over your wet cunt spurred him on, pushing harder as he picked up speed.

Your cries turned to moans as you gradually became accustomed to the aggressive fucking the loxodon was subjecting you to. You could feel your toes starting to curl as your ass rose up to meet him, even as he was already over a foot inside you. Your body shook around him, your breath catching and heart pounding as your moans turned back to screams of release.

The elephant behind you didn't last long with you crying and clenching. He roared as he rammed another six inches into you, making you cry out in surprise and pain. Cum started to flow from him, and didn't stop. Spurt after spurt, each one pumping two or three ounces of hot, sticky seed into your ass. You could feel it sloshing around, causing you to swell and bloat as over three litres of fluid was shot into you. You thought you could taste it, but maybe that's just your imagination.

He lifted you into his great arms before lying back onto the bed. He was soft, and warm, like a huge waterbed. His cock stayed in you for hours, shrinking so slowly after he fucked the energy out of you. You dozed off on top of him.

You woke without him in the morning, with an aching ass and a note on the pillow next to you. He had an early train, but left his phone number.

Just in case.

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Well, this one took me all day, so the promised Sunday Spectacular ain't happening tonight. Maybe I'll start something tonight and finish it tomorrow, maybe not.

I'll catch up, don't worry

By the way, this is what a Loxodon looks like

[ieatkeyboard]

Kinktober 10 - Humping

Leviathan x Reader Note: The writers block kicking my ASSSS, I had this shit open for 6 hours. 6. HOURS. Warnings: READ THE TITLEEE, praise, reader doesn't wear underwear-

It started this morning, you gently rubbing his shoulders and kissing the nape of his neck as he got dressed. Then holding his hand on the walk to school. Bending over in front of his desk at the end of class, letting your skirt ride up and show your underwear, or lack there of. His face felt hot as he covered you with his hand, trying to stop any other wandering eyes. On your way to your final class your hand just accidentally ran over is bulge. You looked up at him and smiled, eyes big. "Aww Levi. You're all worked up! Poor baby." The walk home was even worse, needing to deal with his brothers while he was pent up. It was getting unbearable, he wanted you right then and there. But he knew better, even if he hated it.

When you finally got home, he grabbed your hand and took you upstairs. He slammed his door behind you and kissed you roughly, putting his hand up your skirt as he held your ass. Your hands went to the sides of his neck as you pressed yourself against him. "You're such a tease..It isn't fair. You go around and hang out with everyone after touching me and showing off... I don't wanna sound like Mammon or anything but you know your mine. And only mine." He spoke, you could tell he was trying to sound intimidating but his shaky hands and quivering voice gave him away. "Aww are you jealous? Of course I'm yours. All.." You kissed him again. "Yours." You watched as horns sprouted from between the blue strands on your boyfriends head and a long tail curled behind him as he took you to his couch. He laid you on the cushions before dropping to his knees, flipping your skirt up as he looked at you. "Go on, take what's yours." You spoke, and immediately handed him a pillow for his knees, which he gladly took. You moaned as his tongue pressed into you, his fangs brushing against your sensitive skin. Your hands immediately went to his hair, your eyes fluttering closed as he whimpered into your slick. His tail twisted and flicked through the air as he shoved his hips into the pillow. His body felt hot, covered in a blanket of need. The louder you got the whiner he became. His nails gripped your thighs as you screamed, your cum coating his forked tongue. He whimpered loudly, closing his eyes as he came in his pants. You cupped the sides of his face as his amber eyes looked up at you. "You're so precious"

[svnflower-writes]

i could never give you peace

description: James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

or

in which James comforts Regulus after a particularly bad fight with his parents.

relationship: bodyguard!james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentions of child abuse, secret/forbidden relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, james may be slightly out of character but idk maybe he's just sad 😭

requested: yes!! @allyeardepression requested this about 4 months ago and i am SO sorry for taking so long writer's block has been kicking my ass omg i started writing as soon as you requested it but it sat there unfinished for far too long. anyway i hope you like it!!!

note: uh ok hi. this is the first thing i've posted in MONTHS and i wrote most of it in class so it's not great but fuck it i had to post something. also... sorry. the first thing i write in five months and it's heartwrenching angst, which is very typical of me. also based off a taylor swift song which is also very typical of me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453148

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

James had to pretend that it didn’t affect him, seeing Orion and Walburga treat their children like they did. After all, he was there to work for all of them. But Merlin, he felt bad. The looks that flashed across the younger brother’s face were subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but James didn’t miss any small details—especially when they were to do with the little star.

This was one of these moments, James was positioned outside the closed door as he heard the screaming match going on directly behind him. He heard snippets of conversation, words such as ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ making their way to his ears and crushing a little bit of his heart. He supposed he was lucky not to be in the room while it was happening, but all he wanted was to rush in and protect Regulus from the harsh words and actions of his parents.

James allowed his head to rest against the wall, exhaling slowly as his eyes trailed over the dark tiles on the ceilings. The decor on the house was not to James’ personal taste, a combination of dark brown, green, cream, and black. He glanced down to the floor, the extravagant geometric tiles making him feel claustrophobic and sick to the stomach. Harsh black wallpaper covered the wall, the dull gold picture frames making a pathetic attempt to soften the unharmonious glare. The paintings in the frames were judging him, the upturned noses and narrowed eyes made that obvious enough.

James and Regulus had been quick to subtly remove the paintings in the hallway outside Reg’s room—Orion and Walburga didn’t tend to go up there, so no one noticed. Sirius had given them a knowing smirk when he’d caught them sneaking down a hall with a covered portrait of one of Regulus’ great aunts, but he had said nothing. Sirius held an undeniable feeling of respect for James, he could see how much he cared for his little brother, and for that he was eternally grateful.

A sharp, high pitched shout broke James out of his trance, and he glanced at the door with a grimace.

Walburga Black was his least favourite person in the whole world. He couldn’t clearly hear what followed the shout, but he had a few ideas of what it could be. He had been in the room when this had happened a few times before, and Sirius had always seemed indifferent to his parents actions—James knew he wasn’t, of course.

It was all just an act in the Black family, everyone simply pretending to be okay and pushing their feelings to the back of their minds. Regulus was less numb to the pain, and while Sirius just sat there sprawled out on the couch, ignoring his parents, Regulus always looked unnaturally stiff. He was trying to copy Sirius, that much was obvious. But it was clear that the words got to Regulus, the way his brows furrowed and he blinked quickly or looked away with fiddling hands.

Then again, maybe there was a reason that James noticed these things—not that he could take much notice of whatever underlying feelings there were anyway, since Regulus might as well be his employer. He knew Regulus felt the same, of course. There were signs, there had been since a mere two months after James started the job. Fleeting glances, brief touching of fingers as James passed him something to eat, waiting for him in the halls— the list could go on and on.

Regulus knew that James liked him too, as James wasn’t exactly subtle. He tended to forget himself when they were around others, such as Sirius or Pandora—which made for a lot of teasing from the two. Barty and Evan couldn’t say much, as they were in much the same situation.

So the two had kept up the secret whispers and hidden gazes, neither boy making any more to further the relationship, even behind closed doors. There was only so much they could get away with, and they were not embarrassed to admit that they were terrified. They were terrified of the nature of their world, the judgements and the prejudice that came with merely trying to exist. They would prefer to be open with each other about their relationship, but they would take whatever they could get at this point.

The door next to him flew open and Walburga stormed out, not even sparing James the slightest glance as she walked past him. Orion followed close behind, the harsh glare painting his face giving James an idea of the severity of the fight. After the brother’s exchanged short hushed whispers, Sirius walked through the door, offering James a small, polite smile. He walked past and James stopped him quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is there anything I can do?” At James’ words, Sirius’ expression softened.

“Talk to him. I’ve done as much as I can, but I think we both know that you’re better at this stuff.” Sirius pulled James into a quick hug, “and thank you. It means a lot that you try, seriously. It’s not exactly part of your job description.” Sirius being Sirius, he laughed, but it was obvious that he wasn’t actually amused. James had known Sirius for three years, and if there was one thing he had learnt about him, it was his use of humour as a coping mechanism.

“You go sneak out to Remus, I’ll take care of him.”

Sirius grinned slightly, reaching out to ruffle James’ hair, “aw, you know me too well.”

James groaned at his now messy hair—as if his hair wasn’t always a mess—pushing Sirius away and waving him towards the door, “go find your lover, Pads.”

Sirius was out the door without another word.

James glanced down the hallway to ensure it was empty and walked into the room the fight had just taken place in. Regulus was sitting on the ground and had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and head leaning against the cushion of the couch. He didn’t look up when James entered, nor when the older boy crouched down in front of him. His face wasn’t betraying what emotions he was feeling, but James knew.

James always knew.

James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before looking up. “Good idea.” he took James’ outstretched hand to help him up off the ground. Even well after he had stood up, he kept his hand in James’, determined not to let go.

Regulus clearly had something he wanted to say, but his brain was not connected to the rest of his body, still in autopilot from the fight. His eyes were empty and his hands were clasped together in front of him as James gently rested his palm on his lower back to guide him up the stairs. Regulus subtly leaned into the touch, his heartbeat slowly calming and the goosebumps littering his skin beginning to fade.

Merely being near James brought him an unparalleled sense of peace.

James let his hand rub up and down his lower back comfortingly, and for a brief second he considered taking Regulus’ hand in his own but he decided against it. His brain was plagued with guilt, wishing he could rescue Regulus from the cruel reality that was his family. But no matter what James wanted, it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

James could never give Regulus peace.

Regulus stopped walking and James looked up from where his gaze had been fixed on the floor in confusion. He soon noticed that they were in fact directly outside the door to Regulus’ room. Regulus seemed to take notice of the fact that James was lost in his head and he squeezed his hand reassuringly.

After checking if the hallway was clear, James quickly opened the door. He wasn’t really supposed to enter any of the private rooms in the house, but Regulus had insisted many times that it was alright. No matter how safe Regulus felt around him, he couldn’t risk Orion and Walburga spotting him. He really was Regulus’ only source of comfort.

Regulus sat down on his bed with a blank expression on his face. James sat down next to him and pulled a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to Regulus with no words spoken, because the pair didn’t need words. This routine was very familiar to the two of them now, it was almost a second nature.

James quickly checked for any injuries—he hadn’t heard anything to make him suspect that there could’ve been a physical nature to the fight, but he had seen enough bruises on the Black siblings to make double checking an automatic part of the procedure. There was one on the side of Regulus’ cheek, and James pulled out the healing ointment from his bag and carefully put a little bit on the bruise.

James pushed the guilt at being unable to protect Regulus from his parents aside, knowing that this was not about him.

Once Regulus had finished, he slowly leaned into James’ side, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The crook of James’ neck was like a puzzle piece that was made perfectly for Regulus’ head, and as the two slowly relaxed into each other's presence, James let his hands drift up to Regulus’ hair. His fingers slowly entangled themselves into the dark curls as he comfortingly stroked Regulus’ forehead.

It was clear to James that the support Regulus needed right now was not someone to tend to his wounds, but someone to hold him. So hold him he did. James’ right hand moved slowly up and down the small of Regulus’ back soothingly, showing an undeniable caution not to startle the younger boy with any quick movements.

He cared more about the little star than was possible to admit, and he prioritised his safety over everything else. The two lay in each other’s arms for what felt like (and probably was) hours. Suddenly, Regulus shifted in his arms, mumbling something under his breath.

James tilted his head like a confused puppy, gesturing for Regulus to repeat himself. Regulus cleared his throat and glanced away.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For…” Regulus trailed off, and James was about to let it go—he wasn’t going to push for him to open up more than he was willing to do.

“...for keeping me safe.”

The dark haired boy’s voice was merely a whisper, head buried into James’ shoulder as he refused to meet his eyes. He was embarrassed, James realised. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.

James thought that the two were about to fall back into their silence, when Regulus spoke. “It’s peaceful.”

Giving him an inquisitive look, James turned to face Regulus.

“Being here with you. You’re peaceful.”

James stiffened slightly before slowly nodding, “yeah, I know what you mean. You’re peaceful too, little star.”

You deserve more peace than I can give you.

Regulus smiled up at him, entwining their fingers reassuringly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more at peace than I am when I lie here with you.”

Merlin, it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

Finally, James responded. “You mean more to me than anyone else ever has, little star.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone. He may not love their situation, but he loved the boy in front of him with his whole heart.

No matter where this road was leading, James knew it was where he wanted to go. Whatever the roadworks along the way, he was in this for good.

[newtthetranswriter]

yo! could I request Freed Justine with an S/O (male) who often by accident clings on him a lot? oh yeah, S/O’s taller too lol (headcanons preferably)

A/n: I first want to say I am deeply sorry for not answering this sooner, ADHD was just kicking my ass and on top of that I had some pretty bad writer's block. Hopefully I'll be able to answer more the requests I have soon but I will be taking it slow so I don't over whelm my self. Anyways I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Freed Justine with a Tall Clingy S/o:

Ok so we all know Freed himself is clingy AF, so I don't see him having much of a problem with it if his boyfriend is the same way

I mean at the start of the relationship he'll definitely be blushing like crazy anytime you cling on to him, whether that's wrapping an arm around his shoulders or just sitting super close

But over time he will get used to it and even expect it, so when you are hanging with the thunder legion and you pull him close to you and rest your head on his, he just lets it happen

Bickslow will make jokes about it to try and get on the rune mage's nerves but he's used to his friends teasing and just ignores it

Though there is a couple of times that can get Freed flustered from how clingy you are

First one is if there is serious meeting happening at the guild

For example during the selection meeting for the S-class trail, if you cling onto him and congratulate him for being chosen he will blush a little more than normal

The second case where he will get flustered is if it's in public, such as on a job or at the grand magic games

If you lean on him while you are meeting with the clients of the job, he will be fighting of a bright blush

Now he will also try and make you flustered

as previously stated Freed is also clingy so expect that if he catches you slacking, he will cling onto you

Arms around your waist, head on your shoulder, basically anything he can think of to keep you close to him

If that doesn't fluster you he will risk embarrassing himself by sitting in your lap while you guys talk with the thunder legion, or hang on your back while you walk around town

Honestly it eventually just becomes a running joke that you are both just trying to see who can get the other to blush more

All in all, Freed doesn't mind that your clingy because that just proves you care about him

[chuuyascumsock]

Rockstar Chuuya cause I want him fr— I’m almost done with the Singer! Chuuya smut for the Nakahara-verse week. Sorry that I haven’t posted anything for some time, I’ve hit the worst writer’s block and I’m thinking it’s rivaling the great 2021 writer’s block incident I had right after Covid. I’m writing, but it’s very slow and it’s spread out to like ten different projects (I’ve been plotting and scheming a bit, I’ll admit.) So, try not to get your hopes up for something to come out super soon (I have college classes that are currently kicking my ass), but I’m working on it :)

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Drop

Kinktober 2023 - Day 4

Pairing: Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader

Kink: S/M

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Eddie had a horrible day and all he wants is your help to drop.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, humping, spanking, paddles, dom/sub dynamics, bruising, pain kink, s/m, mommy kink, slight cockwarming, soft!dom!reader, crying, slightly!needy!Eddie), soft!Eddie, soft!Reader, fluff, lots of fluff, slight angst

a/n: Hello everyone! My writer's block has cleared somewhat and most of my work has settled down so I hope to be posting more regularly! Here is day 4! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

You and Eddie had been in a dom/sub relationship since first year of college. You two were supposed to graduate together from Hawkins High but he was held back and while you went off to college he was trying to graduate and he finally did it and got accepted into the same college you two did. You two were highschool sweethearts from your junior year since you both grew up in the trailers next to each other. You two grew apart when you went to college but in his first year, you two reconnected in a closer way than when you were in highschool. With the stress of college looming over Eddie, he needed a way to give up control and relax after classes so that’s what he found in you. You two shared an apartment together and it was nice. Just the two of you coming home to each other after classes and helping one another through the stresses of life. 

Eddie had the worst day, he was late to all of his classes, left his wallet at home since he got up late. Flunked his english test and didn’t wake up to you this morning. It was a recipe for a bad day and he finally came home and yelled for you as he walked in but to his disappointment, you weren’t home yet. Eddie huffed and shucked off his jackets and slumped into his chair in the living room and flipped on the tv as he waited for you to come home. 

About an hour later, you unlocked the door and walked in and kicked off your sneakers and took off your leather jacket. You set your keys on the side table and smiled at the sight of Eddie asleep in his chair. You walked into the kitchen and started some dinner for you two and Eddie woke up halfway through dinner prep and he stumbled into the kitchen, getting your attention and you turned to him and smiled. 

“Hi, love. How was your day?” You asked as he wrapped himself around your back. 

“Awful. Just want to drop. Don’t want to think.” Eddie hummed as he nuzzled into your neck. You smiled softly and turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss his lips. 

“I’ll take care of you. I promise.” You whispered and turned off the stove and walked you two to your bedroom and led him in, kicking the door shut. 

You pulled him to the bed and helped him sit down on the foot of the bed and you slowly stripped him down with quiet words and soft touches. A small smile crossed his lips as he leaned back on his hands as he watched you strip down for him. You climbed into his lap and gently pushed him down on the bed  and you leaned over him to kiss his lips passionately as you cupped his face. His hands moved to grip your ass and pull you closer to him as you kissed him with love and affection. You pulled away and walked over to your toy chest on the floor next to the bed and opened it to grab Eddie’s favorite paddle and closed it before walking back over to the bed.

At this point, Eddie was starting to feel all fuzzy with submission as you helped him undress and how you were rough but soft with him. When he saw you grab the paddle he flipped over onto his belly and placed a pillow under his hips to give you a good angle of his ass. You walked over and smiled at him on his belly with his ass up and you set the paddle beside him. You rubbed your hands up his thighs and to the plushness of his ass and you squeezed softly. 

“Such a sweet boy. All pliant for me.” You whispered as you pulled your hand back and spanked him, making him jolt forward and let out a moan. You smiled and grabbed the paddle off the bed and you rubbed his back softly. “I’m gonna give you fifteen spanks and I want you to count, baby boy.” You whispered as you slowly ran the paddle across his cheeks making him whine. “Tell me your safe word.” 

“H-hellfire.” He hummed as he hid his face in the pillows. 

You smiled and leaned down and kissed his back softly, “Good boy.” You purred before you started on the spanks. He cried out the numbers as the pain bloomed over his red ass and tears rolled down his cheeks while his cock leaked all over the pillow under his hips. You finished the spanks and Eddie was crying at this point but loved the pain stemming from his bruised ass and you leaned down and pressed two kisses to each cheek making him whine and moan. 

“Mommy, please. Wanna cum.” He begged as his hips grinded against the pillow trying to get enough pressure on his cock. You smirked at him humping the pillows and you gripped his hips stopping him making him whine louder. You tutted and gave him a hard smack on his red ass making him let out a shriek. 

“Be patient, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise.” You whispered as you pulled away and gently pulled the pillow out from under him and you settled underneath him and you reached down to stroke his cock slowly as he leaked against your palm. “So wet, baby. Did mommy do this to you?” You purred as you stroked him gently and he leaned down to bury his face in your breasts before latching onto your nipple and he nodded at your question making you smile. “Good boy. Now just close your eyes and sleep, my love. Mommy will be here when you wake up.” You whispered as you had him slide into your warm and wet cunt making him whine your name as he bottomed out in you, bucking his hips slightly. “Relax. Mommy’s right here.” You whispered knowing that he needed the rest and that he’ll be better tomorrow.

[crimsonedquill]

Hello 👋🥰 could you do HLC reactions to MC having seizures plz ❤️

Reactions to MC having a seizure (Hogwarts Legacy)

Return of the angst™

I promise I'm still reading all requests even though I'm not as quick to get to them what with writer's block kicking my ass lately (your love and appreciation really has me 🥺) Getting back to it slowly but surely!

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

It happens as they’re going about their feeding rounds at the beasts’ pens. The Kneazles instantly sense something’s up, alerting Poppy as she turns around and sees MC thrashing around in a pile of hay.

She wastes no time whistling for Highwing and piling MC onto her back as soon as they’ve stopped shaking. She rides them right to the infirmary, potential detention be damned.

The story of Poppy galloping through the corridors on the back of a Hippogriff with the limp body of MC becomes sort of a tale of legend after that. MC asks her to recite the experience from start to beginning many times after. She’s always happy to indulge them, though she kindly asks them to never give her a fright like that ever again.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Having to navigate with limited senses can be frightening enough as is, so you might imagine the scare when he suddenly hears MC falling and starting to make weird noises as they’re walking through the corridor.

Once reality settles in, he has to fight back against the panic. His hand is shaking as he reaches out with his wand to sense their convulsing form, trying to make sense of what is happening to them.

His mind can’t help but instantly jump to the worst possible conclusion; they must have been hexed, or worse. He bites his lip to keep himself from screaming out to any unseen foes. Who would have done this?

Eventually MC recovers, but the memory of the sounds they were making keeps ringing through his head for days on end afterwards. He starts spending more time in their company, even if it’s simply shadowing them, just to make sure they are all right.

Natsai Onai 🦁

It’s all going so fast. One minute she’s simply talking to MC in class, the next they’re suddenly slurring their words and their eyes roll back into their skull as they slump over their desk.

Normally she doesn’t have any issue with managing her cool, but this she can’t bear. The way MC’s body convulses reminds her too much of her father’s last moments as he lay there, choking on his own blood before her eyes. She just freezes, not able to move until the nurse arrives to stabilize MC and take them to the infirmary.

She’ll feel guilty for days after, even as MC assures her that they don’t blame her for anything. Eventually she manages to make peace with it somewhat, but she notices she starts acting a lot more vigilant around MC, determined not to let them down a second time.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

He reacts surprisingly calmly and collected when MC drops to the floor in the middle of a duel.

He’s been through many similar experiences with his sister, so he knows exactly what to do. He’ll make them comfortable on the ground and stays with them, holding their hand until they recover. It hurts to see the panic and confusion in their eyes, but he manages to maintain composure as he carefully explains what happened to them, multiple times if need be.

He’s quick to shut down any rumours that he went too hard on them during duelling or any other nonsense stories floating around. Also, he’s considerate enough to offer to escort them to classes the first few weeks after their incident, to make sure they’re all right.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Initially she assumes MC has been hit by a Bludger, the way they suddenly fall off their broom and make a rather painful-looking landing on the ground. She gets ready to land and cuss them out, but then she notices the unnatural way they’re shaking, eyes looking eerily white.

It’s at moments like this that her brashness is a blessing in disguise. She has the field cleared quickly with just a few barks, giving her ample space to administer emergency treatment to MC.

They have to spend a couple of days in the infirmary on account of the injuries they suffered during their fall. She knows they will be all right in the end, but that doesn’t stop her from making some time in her schedule to visit them every evening.

She’ll deny said visits ever happening as soon as they’ve recovered though. They don’t have to expect that she’s gone soft on them all of a sudden. Also, she’s absolutely not blushing when they express their gratitude for taking care of them.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

He’s freaking out the moment MC collapses in the middle of a stargazing trip they were making.

Normally they’re the ones taking charge and saving him from all kinds of trouble, so he doesn’t really know what to do. After he spends a few seconds ripping his hair out, he slaps himself in the face and forces himself to get his shit together.

Thinking quickly, he eventually manages to figure out a way to stabilize MC and provide them both shelter using some crafty spellwork. As MC comes to, they look at him in disbelief and ask what happened.

Honestly, knowing that he single-handedly saved the Hero of Hogwarts comes with a major confidence boost.  He dares to be more assertive, even starting to take the lead in some of their ‘adventures’ together. (It also helps that MC doesn’t bother correcting them every time he recalls the story of how he saved them from a gigantic Acromantula)

Garreth Weasley 🦁

He’s busy cooking up another concoction during Potions when he suddenly hears a crash and shrieks of surprise. He turns around to see MC spasming on the ground, holding the remains of a broken purple bottle.

Professor Sharp temporarily left the classroom, so he doesn’t hesitate to jump into action and start pulling open cabinets to gather ingredients.

He quickly cooks up a special kind of brew and holds it in front of MC’s face. For a split second he fears he got the doses wrong, but then the convulsions start to abate and MC’s eyes return to normal, turning to look at him with surprise and confusion.

Initially Professor Sharp isn’t happy to learn that he took several rare ingredients without permission, but his demeanour eases somewhat when he learns about his actions, and he even ends up giving him a compliment for his resourcefulness. Truth be told, the look of gratitude on MC’s face when he tenderly bandages their injured hand makes everything more than worth it.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

My Aizawa call out fic is coming along, but I think if I outline my ideas for it, it'll help me with the Writers Block I'm experiencing. There's going to be some divergences in canon because canon honestly pisses me off (otherwise why would I be writing?):

- All Might stops the Final Exam after Bakugou says he'd rather fail than work with Izuku. He fails Bakugou, and Aizawa tries fighting this, but Nedzu ultimately agrees with All Might.

- All Might also realizes in this moment that Izuku and Bakugou are NOT childhood friends/rivals, but victim and bully, especially when he sees the footage of Bakugou backhanding Izuku. He apologizes to Izuku both for nearly paralyzing him as well as not seeing the clearer picture in regards to Bakugou's bullying.

- Bakugou is expelled during his 4 days of house arrest. He attacks Izuku yet again (the day of Class 1-A vs Mirio), Todoroki fights back, and by this point, even Aizawa realizes that he's looked the other way for far too long and that Bakugou is the common denomenator in these incidents.

- By this point though, the damage is done, and Class 1-A can't bring themselves to trust Aizawa, especially Izuku. They begin going to other teachers for help and hide things from Aizawa.

- Aizawa's bias in Bakugou's favor and Izuku's detriment comes from Oboro and Sensoji. Sensoji had a smiliar Quirk and attitude to Bakugou, but wound up mellowing out and became kinder, so he affords Bakugou chances due to this. Izuku's attitude (and face) reminds Aizawa of Oboro, who was KIA. He holds some internal resentment towards Oboro's self-sacrificing attitude and "weak" Quirk, leading him to mistreat Izuku due to this.

- Present Mic and Nemuri are more than Aizawa's cheerleaders and become dissalusioned with how he treats the people around him, while simultaneously refusing to get help for his unresolved traumas.

- The UA teachers quickly become fed up with Bakugou's attitude, passing one of those big Asprin bottles amongst each other before class with him. The other UA teachers actually give Bakugou consequences (detentions, ect) when he behaves the way he does

- In my world, Kirishima and Bakugou were both suspended after the USJ for nearly getting Thirteen killed by disobeying her orders and bumrushing Kurogiri. Kirishima showed remorse for what he did, Bakugou didn't/showed half assed remorse.

- Ochako beats Bakugou in their match (no I'm not salty that Aizawa spoiled her strategy, no I'm not), making Bakugou have a meltdown/temper tantrum, proving Mic and the other Pro-Heroes right.

- Kirishima begins growing dissalusioned with Bakugou after he finds out about the middle school bullying and seeing Bakugou blame IZUKU for them getting kicked out of the library (may I remind you that Izuku was in fact NOT at the library). He begins examining his own biases and attitude towards Bakugou and other bullies.

- Bakugou is NOT #3 in the class, but he's not a low rank either (maybe 10th, idk), to show that he's not a big fish in a little pond anymore

[ayellowdaylily]

currently participating in ArminWeek2024 on my art account on twitter! (oppootecks)

Honestly, writers block has been HARD and schools been kicking my ass (being in a Literature Major comes with a shitload of homework, and most of my writing energy is going to my creative writing class…)

I have so many ff ideas currently it’s insane, just wait until I write them

[that-house]

Moving my thoughts into another post because that reblog chain was getting obnoxious but anyways

There’s like three games I’ve played this year that could conceivably be in the running for the lowly-coveted CGotY Award (Catherine Game of the Year)

coincidentally they may also be the only three new games i’ve played in the last year but i don’t buy/play games unless they fuck hard and also my ass is NOT shelling out $60 for new AAA releases

Those three games, in order played, are Fear and Hunger, Rusted Moss, and Astrea: Six-Sided Oracles

Fear and Hunger definitely places last because it’s more a game you think about playing rather than a game you actually play. My ratio of time spent thinking about it to playing it is easily 10:1 but goddamn is it fun to think about. It’s atmospheric, brutally difficult, and, unlike the other two games on this list, it inspired me to sit down and write (as even the agonies of writer’s block and word choice were preferable to getting my skull kicked in by the Crow Mauler again)

The other two games are in tight competition and I’m gonna need to play more Astrea (and maybe get the true ending of Rusted Moss) to decide which one is nearer and dearer to my heart

Rusted Moss did the impossible: it made me enjoy a metroidvania. Do you know how good a game’s movement has to be for “just walking there” to be frequently preferable to fast traveling? For a long time that question has stumped experts but we finally have an answer: at least as good as Rusted Moss. I’m a roguelike girl at heart, and games where it takes multiple hours to reach any sort of conclusion frequently lose me along the way, but at least if I wandered off the path in Rusted Moss I had a sick-ass grappling hook to get me back on there.

And finally, Astrea: Six-Sided Oracles. It feels like the Devs took a telescope, looked deep into my soul, and saw that something was missing: an elegant dicebuilder roguelike with all the meticulous precision of fine clockwork and suffused with the raw, dionysian ecstasy of having a really good turn one in Magic: the Gathering. Even ignoring the multitudes of astrolabes and constellations present in its art, it’s a game that feels astronomical, in the sense that you boot up Steam for one quick run in the early afternoon and then look out the window with three wins under your belt to see stars.

I’m not in an English class so i’m not writing a conclusion paragraph that neatly summarizes the points I made above. It’s all up there: read it or blow me or whatever

[dead-tired-cm]

Pepperoni Punks - Chapter Six

Everything Will Be Okay

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Summary: With finals coming up for Casey along with pulling extra shifts, they start to feel bad for not speanding a lot of time with Raph; leading to an unplanned movie date.

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AN: Spoilers for The Lost Boys ig but that’s an old ass movie. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter even though it took over two months to write due to my final exams, being kicked out of my home, mutable breakdowns, ao3 deleting my draft, consent wifi disappearing, and extreme writer’s block.

I tried to correct any misspelling and grammar mistakes. I hope y’all enjoy the last chapter of Pepperoni Punks!^^

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It was loud. Too loud. They had left their headphones at the turtles' lair and even if they had them; it wouldn't have helped as their phone was on 9% and they still had about forty minutes till the bell. They only had this class and then they could leave. Where would they go? Casey didn't know, their schedule was all fucked up. They pulled more shifts, studied whenever they could and finals were in a few weeks. Of course everything else in their life would start to spiral. Two of their grades were fs, they had to go to a meeting for their sister's school; so of course their phone finally died when their boyfriend texted. They didn't even get to check their calendar to see if they were on shift tonight. The stress was already getting to them but with their classmates being so loud it was disturbing other classes and the teacher doing nothing; it finally got to them. They couldn't study or focus. They felt like they were gonna throw up. After that observation, everything else was a blur. They ended up in the nurse's office, getting checked out before being sent home.

Of course today was when they decided to get ride from a friend. They were just tired. Casye decided to just call in, luckly their boss would understand. They waited at a bus stop, they had enough and they weren't gonna walk all the way from the school to the lair. They were just sitting at the bus stop, just left with their own thoughts since they couldn't even look at their phone for the time. They just wanted to sleep. Well they mainly wanted to see their partner, maybe it was that they actually felt safe and relaxed with him. They didn't admit it but he was their rock; their person. They were lost in thought which went from thinking about being happy to finally seeing their partner to thinking about how they should be productive. They should at least go to work but how could they if they were on the verge of throwing up. They still feel.. guilty? Casey didn't know, they should've been doing school work while waiting for the bus. What was wrong with them? Why were they feeling sick? There was no stomach bug going around the school or any other thing.

Casey snapped out of their thoughts when they saw the RTD coming up to the stop. They grabbed their bag and got up. They had already had the money in their pocket as they got on and paid. They sat in the back where no one else was. It was just a blur of feeling nauseous, random thoughts that disappeared as quickly as they disappeared, and the occasional old lady every other stop asking if they were okay and offering medicine. Everytime it was, “I’m okay. Thanks m’am”. They didn’t mind the old ladies asking if they were okay, they were always nice to them. Besides that, the bus ride was miserable without any distractions. As they saw their stop coming, they pulled the wire that lined all the windows to signal that a passenger wanted to get off at the next stop. As the bus came to a stop, they made sure that they had their bag and everything. They got up when the bus stopped and the doors opened.

They walked off to the all too familiar alley. They were slightly surprised that the smell of the sewer didn't make them throw up when they entered. Maybe they were just used to the smell. Casey made their way to the lair, a little unervered that the main living area was empty and the whole lair was unusually quiet. That was until they got closer to the dojo where they heard the turtles training. Right, training day. Instead of looking in to see what they were practicing now, they just quietly made their way to Raph’s room. They felt a small smile on their face when they noticed that Raph had put their headphones on the small nightstand along with their phone charger among random hair ties they left there. He had given them a tiny space on the nightstand. It was a small action, a small consideration but it meant a lot. They didn’t know how they would explain it if asked but in that moment it meant a lot. They plugged in their phone and waited til it turned on. They still had to call out and they didn’t want to hear the ‘I told you to take a break’ that would come from their manager. He was a great manager and was friends with Casey. They didn’t worry about getting in trouble or anything, not at all; they didn’t want to hear the lecture about how they shouldn’t overwork themself. Casey ended up on the bed, laying on the side closer to the wall. It was ‘their’ side. It was about two minutes before they started to doze off, they didn’t fight the wave of exhaustion that hit as soon as their head landed on the pillow.

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Raph had finished training about twenty minutes after Casey had fallen asleep. It was rather easy that day besides sparring with Leo. That was usually hard since they both were competitive. There weren't any evil plans or foes to stop and he wasn’t the one to go on patrol tonight. “No patrol for me, just training; cya later.” That’s what he had texted Casey earlier and when he checked to see if they had sent anything back; the message wasn’t even read. He thought it was a little weird and took note of it even if it could be easily explained as they hadn’t gotten a notification. He didn’t really have an explanation for when they weren’t in the living room like they usually would on training days. If anything he should be a little worried but he was actually a bit frustrated. Maybe it was because they were supposed to be there, they did make a promise to take a break from studying and a few nights off from work. Raph knew it wasn’t like Casey to break a promise and go back on their word. He knew that Casey would’ve at least sent a text if they were going to not be there until later.

“Dude, yo, earth to Raph!” Mikey practically shouted into Raph’s ear, taping him on the shoulder. He quickly turned to look at his brother. “What? Is someone dying or something?” He asked sarcastically. The younger one punched him lightly, “You were just standing there. Leo offered you tea and you were like lost in thought. Are you good?” Raph didn’t remember Leo asking or even coming up to him. “All good mike. Just tired I guess.” Nothing else was said as Raph moved past Mikey and into the little kitchen . He wasn’t hungry, he never was after training but he was always thirsty. He dodged and ignored when his brothers tried talking to him. He was out of energy for the day. He quickly grabbed two sodas out of the fridge, not checking what flavor and only grabbing two out of habit. He made his way to his room, the door was already cracked open but he didn’t think much about it. He entered quietly, setting down the drinks on one of the random shelves that was hung on the wall slightly above his bed.

Raph noticed that Casey had put their phone to charge in the spot that he gave them on his nightstand. He knew it was a small thing to do, giving your partner their own space on your nightstand should be a given but he had grown up with little personal space and respect for that space. So maybe it was a stupid thing but he knew that Casey would still think it was cute that he had given them some of his oh so precious personal space. He sat down on the bed and grabbed one of the sodas; opening it carefully, not to wake the other up. It was rather quiet in the lair. There was an occasional shout when Donnie would tell Mikey to not mess with stuff in his lab and Leo telling both of them to be quiet. There was always chaos one way or another. Though it wasn’t that bad. He didn’t have anything to do. He read all the new comic issues that Casey had brought him, surprisingly he had cleaned early, and he wasn’t in the mood to fill the silence with the boombox that he and the other shared.

He mainly just stared at the wall in front of him, taking sips of soda here and there. It was when half the soda was gone when he got the idea to play with Casey’s hair. They had told he could when they were sleeping as long as he didn’t tangle it and stuff. Raph had been learning how to do hair from April. He knew the easy hair stuff like pigtails, pony tails, and messy buns. For anyone braids would be on the easy hair stuff list too but it was a bit difficult with turtle fingers. Eventually he had gotten the hang of it. He sat a bit closer to Casey and gently started to braid their hair. He had no plan besides just braiding. This was nice. Just sitting there with his partner, braiding with their hair while they slept with nothing to worry about. No worries about evil plans and foes to stop, only worry about waking up the other if he pulled their hair too hard. This was normal. This was regular teen stuff. ”Regular?” Raph thought. None of this was normal though. For one they were in a bedroom in the sewers. Two, one of them was a fucked up teenager and the other was a fucked up turtle that regularly fought, well, basically fought super villains. But that was normal to them. It was their normal. He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed that Casey was now looking at him, their head resting on his lap. “I thought you couldn’t braid..” They mumbled through a yawn. Raph smiled, “Learned how to from April.” He finished off the braid with a hair tie.

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Casey had actually woken up awhile ago but didn’t want to ruin the moment. The normal, regular moment. “I thought you couldn’t braid..” They mumbled through a yawn. They were still tired but didn’t care. They had gotten enough sleep, must’ve been that sleep debt thing that Donnie had told them about. They noticed how Raph had smiled before talking. “Learned how from April.” Casey hummed, “Hmm, you did a good job.” They touched the braid. It was a little messy, strands of hair sticking out here and there. They let the braid go. “How was training?” They mumbled as they looked up at Raph. Casey noticed some bruising, which must've been from training. “It was okay. I almost beat Leo in a best out of three.” Raph sounded annoyed but not at anyone. It was more of a playful annoyance. “You’ll get him next time.” Casey assured him. They smiled as they felt Raph start taking out the braid. “You could've just left it.” The other just shrugged and played with their hair. “How did you even know that I was training?” He questioned.

Casey took a minute, “I heard it from the dojo when I first came. Phone died when you texted.” Raph just nodded. They knew that he was holding in an “I told you to plug in your phone.” He instead ran his fingers through their hair. It used to be greasy and straight, only curling at the ends but now they took better care of it after their sister made a comment about how it shined in a bad way. Now it was fluffy and soft; curls basically all over the place. It made them happy being able to get it healthy again. It also made them happy to have complete control over something in their life when everything else wasn’t decided by them. “How was school? Get any studying done?” Casey groaned at the question. “It was alright I guess. My last period was killing me. It was soo loud I couldn’t even study or barely focus on anything.” They exaggerated the “oo” part of so just to be dramatic. “I ended up throwing up and getting sent home.”

Raph seemed disappointed but Casey couldn’t really tell what he was feeling when he started to speak there was a hint of concern. “At least you didn’t just push through it.” He continued to run his fingers through their hair, gently pulling curls. “Did you eat anything or was it caused by stress?” He questioned. Casey hadn’t even really thought about what caused it. They only had a burnt piece of toast that morning. They were also so stressed that they were on the verge of having a panic attack at school. They certainly didn’t know what caused it, there were too many factors but ultimately landed on stress to blame. “I guess it was stress. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Raph stayed quiet, maybe he wasn’t disappointed. Maybe he was just worried and Casey would admit that they would be worried if the roles were reversed.

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After that time didn’t feel like a thing as the two of them just laid there occasionally talking about something before falling into silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, very much the opposite. Raph enjoyed just being able to cuddle and be cheesy with the other. Casey enjoyed the quiet moments where Raph was present, it didn’t matter what or what not they were doing.

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“You know, you still haven’t watched Reanimator with me.” Casey said quietly. They didn’t know what time it was but knew that some of the others were asleep. Raph looked down to meet their eyes. “Dude, the way you described the plot made it sound fucking disgusting. I love you so much but it sounds like a fuck awful movie.” There was no ill intent behind his words. If anything it made Casey giggle. “I guess I didn’t describe it well. Besides, I won't make you watch it. However, we are going to watch The Lost Boys.” “You mean that vampire one?” Raph asked. He listened to Casey rant about so many horror movies that it was hard to keep track of them and what kind of monsters were in each. The other nodded, sitting up and crossing their legs. “Well put it on, whatcha waiting for.” He watched as his partner got excited and grabbed their laptop out of their bag.

From what he knew, horror meant a lot to Casey. It was their favorite genre of movies, games, books, and whatever else there could be. They had once told him that it was what they would watch with their sister if she needed to be distracted by something. Admittedly, Raph didn’t get why anyone would get comfort from horror movies but he did get the sentimental bit of watching something with family. Casey logged into some random streaming service and set up the laptop in front of them. They started the movie before laying on their side, head resting on raph’s lap and he started to play with their hair again. The movie started well. It was easy to tell that it was made in the mid eighties. The music, costumes, etc.

There was a weird long sax scene but the beginning was still good. Raph asked questions about random things. Mainly stuff about vampires and how the crew was able to do the special effects. Casey answered his questions no matter how stupid they were. It was nearing the big fight at the Emerson house when the younger teens were preparing. The scene currently playing was the one where the Frog brothers run into the church and start filling flasks and shits up with holy water. “Can you do that?” Raph asked quietly. “Do what?” They asked confused, with no clue what he was referring to. “Steal the holy water?” Raph asked with complete seriousness, not a sign of it being a joke anywhere. It took a second for Casey to say anything without laughing. “A movie full of vampires that is somewhat queer and the question you ask in all seriousness is if you can steal holy water?” They joked as they thought of an actual answer. “I don’t think there’s a rule against it. I guess as long as you’re not interrupting a service or some shit.” They made a mental note to find an actual answer. Raph just gave a smile nod, seemingly satisfied with the answer. The movie continued with both occasionally commenting on the gore and deaths.

“Is David actually dead? They didn’t do anything cool after death with his body like exploding or someth’. The antlers also look like they missed his heart.” Raph asked. The other shrugged, “You’ll just have to read the sequel comics with me.” Casey said, looking at him with a smile. They tried to stay quiet for the rest of the movie but had laughed when it was revealed that David wasn’t the head vampire and that it was Max instead and Raph actually gasped. The movie ended and the credits rolled. Raph could see why Casey seemed to like it so much. The gore and effects were good, the soundtrack was amazing especially because of Cry Little Sister. “So, did you like it?” They asked as they sat up and exited out of the end credits . Raph nodded, “I thought it would’ve been worse. Only part that was kinda weird was the really long sax solo at the beginning .” Casey laughed, “It’s a weird scene but that’s what makes it The lost Boys.” Casey yawned as they looked for another to watch.

“We don’t have to watch another movie if you’re tired, Case.” Raph said quietly. They looked at him, “You sure? I know that I haven’t spent a lot of time with ya.” They felt bad for taking on more shifts but they needed the extra shifts. “I just want to make up for the missed time, I feel bad about it.” They said quietly, closing their laptop. They didn’t look at Raph. “Case, I don’t mind. It’s what you have to do for you and your sister. As long as you take care of yourself and you still show up, it’s alright. I get it, we both have shit going on.” He told them. He himself would disappear due to missions and other ninja stuff. “All I ask is that you tell me if something's wrong.” Casey looked at him and gave a small smile, “I know. Finals will be over soon and after this month I can go back to my normal work hours.” They were glad that he understood, even if it would lead to a disagreement here and there; it still helped. They put their laptop back in their bag.

Casey yawned again, “I think we should both go to bed. You got some pretty big dark circles there.” Raph elbowed them before moving the thick blankets to the foot of the bed; leaving one to go against the wall for Casey. With it getting warmer as spring was ending, there wasn’t much need for all the blankets. Even with it becoming warmer in the lair it was still cold some nights, so the two of them shared a thin knitted blanket. He handed the other the hair tie he used when playing with their hair. Casey put their hair into a quick braid and tied it. They laid down on “their” side, back facing the wall and waited for Raph to lay down before covering up with the thin yarn blanket. Raph had turned off the bright lamp that lit up the room and turned on the small Christmas lights that hung around the room. He put his head on his pillow, facing the other. One of them would either wake up from a nightmare or they would wake up tangled up cuddling and going to sleep facing each other seemed to lessen the nightmares for some reason. “You know, the next movie I should have you watch is Blood In Blood Out.” Casey said, closing their eyes. “Yeah yeah, another horror movie? Add it to the list.” Raph said jokingly. Casey was quick to open their eyes, “It’s not a horror movie. It’s a good ass Chicano movie.” They told him not in a mean way, knowing that he didn’t really get to see that many movies. Raph put his hands up as a my bad. They both chuckled and sighed.

Casey closed their eyes and curled up next to Raph, “Love you, dude.” Raph warped his arms around them. “You do? You goin’ soft on me, Case?” He teased them before jokingly elbowing him. “Say it back, fool.” Raph laughed a bit and rolled his eyes. “I love you too, Casey.”

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AN: I loved writing this work and it will forever hold a place in my heart as my first thing to ever be posted on ao3. I had a lot of fun writing all the chapters and reading all the comments. I really hope that this is a good enough last chapter. I will probably write other thing for this au/my own iteration of tmnt later but I might post some spiderverse stuff first.

Peace and love y’all ^^

[roxannepolice]

7 & 18 for the choose violence ask meme? :D

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? Hate is a big word and it really doesn't make me happy to complain about Chibnall Who three times a day, but unfortunately the answer is Thirteen. Of course, it all kicked off with people being extermely fragile and pearl clutchy about how the Doctor being a woman will somehow change the very core of the character, but those takes were simply a block and filter flag for me, so it is easy to ignore them. But then the canon turned out to be what it was and, extremely controversial opinion, "just poorly written" isn't an excuse for a character only best possible reason to criticise them. Still, if we are just in the canon my attitude towards Thirteen is warm rather than cold! I'm absolutely not in any "not mah doctor" club, she's likeable and has some amazing moments (much as I hate TTC, her confrontation with Tecteun is genuinely good). But making her out to be the bestest regeneration evah, and her relationship with Yaz the hottest romance in the show's history, and you just have to abandon all of the (insert long adjective from critical theory of the day) ways of assessing fiction to appreciate how subtly ingenious the writing is, and her bs moral compass is actually heading somewhere (argument persisting even after she regenerated), and she's clearly thought from the beginning to be the Doctor that abandoned all hope (fun fact: her theme is based on Luke Skywalker's, as in having A New Hope written all over it), and if I, a cis woman, can't see how brilliant a character she is, then clearly I'm a class gender traitor - yeah, fandom really wants me to dislike her. And then one day I saw a set juxtaposing Ten sweettalking the Master in Eot with Thirteen's I aM sO MuCh mORe THan yOU that had a comment about how it's good we have a representation of "softer" male characters and "tougher" female ones and I just thought Huh. So you're telling me the core of the chacter did change along with gender?...

I should add, though: in the one piece of media that has Whittaker as Thirteen but no Chibnall that got released til now, the game Edge of Reality, she's really, really good! Just to be clear, the game itself is an absolute disaster gaming-wise, but the story is really something I want to consider a valid part of EU. It just... feels like the writers wrote it for any Doctor and tweaked it to fit in Thirteen's individual quirks, rather than starting from the quirks and then making a DW story out of them. And, since it also features Ten (whose ass you chase with the sonic. yes, I believe the Master was involved in the development), it answers the biggest question of all: yes, River would be very excited about her spouse being a woman now :3

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on... CATMASTER!!! This isn't completely slept on, but there can never be enough Catmaster! Specifically the machnics of how the cheetah virus somehow stayed in their biodata and every Master after Ainley is literally a biological cat to some extent! And I guess I should finish the Chibnall negativity by praising bringing this up in canon again! The day the Doctor figures out they just need a laser pointer in the sonic can never come soon enough