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sunwoniie · 2 days

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NEEDY PART 1

Pairing: idol!virgin!jungwon x idol!virgin!fem reader

Synopsis: your group notice that you were acting weirdly lately, and you're quickly irritated, you constantly making mistake in the choreography your going to perform at your concert in a few days. You are distracted by something and as one of the leaders, jungwon, helps you out...

Warnings: enhypen is a 14 members group, mention of masturbation (I think that's it).

English is not my first language

You’re having a meeting with all your members, your manager and some staff members to talk about some last-minute changes before your concert in 2 days. You are really tired, you barely slept last night, and you woke up late cause you forgot to set up an alarm. Thanks to Jiwoo, one of your members, who woke you up.

You aren’t really listening to what your manager is saying, only responding with head nods. Your sight falls on jake’s hands who is sitting next to you, he is playing with his pen. Normal thing, right? Fans always says that his hands are attractive and sexy, you never understood why they were saying that until now. His hands are thick and veiny, very manly. Seeing him playing with that pen makes you wonder what else he could do with them…

You start to have dirty images of him that you never had before. Imagining him fingering you with one of his hands while choking you with the other.

You’ve guessed it, you’re at that time of the month where you get kind of— really needy…

✨Ovulation ✨

You’ve never felt your ovulating period pass before because it wasn’t that intense, but it feels like the more you grow up the more it’s hard to go through that period without doing anything. You started masturbating at the age of 15 because this was the only thing that that made you feel good and a good stress reliever as well; you debuted very young, like ni-ki, and lots of pressure and stress starts to fall upon you. So, masturbating helps you get through it.

However, now you feel immunized against it. Masturbation doesn’t work on you anymore, maybe on the stress reliever part but not the ovulation part.

You tried to masturbate last night, you thought it worked turns out it didn’t, so you masturbate more and more until it was past 3AM. At the end, you’re still not satisfied so you gave up and tried to sleep but image of getting fuck deeply by some of your members but mostly your closest friend for a long time, Jungwon.

You’ve known each other from the time when you were both trainees at SM. You had your best laughs with him, it was good to have someone like him during your training period, which was the hardest period of your life. You were so happy to see him in I-land, but you were happier to get to debut with him.

He’s your friend, your dearest friend. You feel ashamed masturbating over him, but you couldn’t help…

You’re suddenly pulled up from your fantasy world by one of your members, “uh, what?” You look around while putting your hair behind your ear, everyone’s eyes were on you, worried expressions. Your members noticed your weird act lately. You have been asked so many times if you were doing okay, all you answered is ‘I’m fine, just tired’ with a smile on your face to make them believe that everything is fine.

“Have you heard what I’ve asked you?” you manager asked with a slight irritated expression, “uh, no, i-i didn’t hear it, sorry” you smile awkwardly, your manager sighs “are you sick?” she asked concerned, “what? No, I-I’m fine” “your members said that you’ve been acting weird lately” you look around the table, looking at your members and looks back at your manager “no, I’m fine…just been distracted” you said as you scratch your hair. “By what?” Your face dropped as your eyes went wider, you started panicking. You can’t say that you’re ovulating and everything your members do gets you turned on.

“that’s not important,” you said trying to get you out of this situation, “what were you saying?” You are thankful that your manager didn’t push on the questions more. She repeats what she said before and you answer her, she seems fine with the answer, so she passed to another subject.

You get comfortable on your chair before you notice Jungwon’s eyes are on you, but he isn’t looking at your face, he’s eyeing a little bit down your body. You look down at where he was looking; your nipples are hard and picking through your white t-shirt. This made you realize that you forgot to put a bra on this morning because of all the rush. Your eyes widen as you quickly grab the two sides of your opened jacket and cover your chest. You cross your arms over your chest before lifting your eyes to Jungwon. His cheeks are red and so are yours, he quickly looks away and you follow his action while putting a leg on top of the other.

Your eyes go wide when you feel your panties being really soaked. Damn, your daydreaming session over Jake’s hands really turned you on, and you can’t even do something about it. You’re trapped…

Fast forward to the evening, your needs didn’t calm down at all without mentioning that you’ve been irritated. You’ve kept messing up the dance intro of “bite me”, it’s stressing you out and makes you frustrated cause the concert is in one day and it’ll may be a disaster because of you.

You’ve been assigned to do a duo a dance with Jungwon, with all skin ship, you couldn’t focus right. Your choreographer was desperate, and your members were worried about your state. You are one of the best dancers in the group, it’s unusual for them to see you kept messing up the choreography.

You are on your desk, studying because yes idols can go to college too. Most of them do and you really want to have a plan B if something goes wrong. However, idols get special treatment because of busy schedules; for example, idols get to return assignments a little later than the normal students or having more time to study finals.

You sigh out of anger because of the noise that your members make outside your room. The boys are here. The boys and girls have separate dorms, but you still live in the same building. Y'all made a deal that each week one dorm gets to cook for the whole group and that week is your turn. Usually you help the girls too, but you weren’t in the mood to cook, and the girls were fine with it, maybe it’s because you’ve been acting weirdly so they let it pass.

You couldn’t concentrate because of the noise, so you get up from your desk and open the door before yelling, “CAN YOU LOWER VOICE! I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!” the dorm went silent before you hear, “sorry unnie/y/niie” you closed the door and on your way to your desk, you hear haera, your roommate who’s 3 years older than you, say “damn” she comments while still tapping on her phone. Haera was also supposed to cook but she made up an excuse that she was sick. She is just too lazy to cook.

You ignore her comments and sit down on your chair and continue studying but of course you can silence that many people. So, your second option is music. You take your earphones out of your bag and put some music on. Chase Atlantic’s music to be more precise but you quickly start to regret your choice of music.

You clicked on ‘slow down’ before taking your pen back into your hand.

‘You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud’ ‘Push a little further on the edge Crawl a little further on the bed, babe I’m burning up, yeah, all I see is red, ah She said, « Fuck me like I’m famous » I said, « Okay » ‘

You tilt your head, getting uncomfortable because of the lyrics. You switch to another song, “OH! MAMI”

“Then she bent it for me sideways, ah I might have to fuck her on the highway” “She wanna fuck me, okay She wanna know how it tastes”

You unconsciously rubbing your thighs against each other, as you’re writing something on your paper trying as hard as you can to concentrate on your assignment. You switch songs again— “into it”.

“Said she wanna fuck me later Girl, I’m into it (Woo), I’m into it, I’m into it (Woo)”

‘Okay I give up” you say to yourself before taking your earphone off and stopping the music from playing. You cross your arms on the table as you let your head fall upon them while letting out desperate groan.

You hear the bed behind you crack followed by slow footsteps. You feel a hand on your shoulder as your hear the chair next to you being sit on. “what’s going on, jagi ?” haera asks rubbing you shoulder. You shift you head position to the side so you can look at her. “you’ve been acting weird lately and when we ask you ‘what’s the problem’ you just brush it off. Did something bad happen ?” you close your eyes while sighing before reopening them, “nothing bad happened, I’m just frustrated…” “do you have your period ?” she asks but before you could respond she interrupts you, “no it can be that, you got them 2 weeks ago,” she lifts her eyes up with her eyebrows arched, thinking of what could bother you.

Then it hit her, “I know!” she exclaims as she lifts her index up, “you’re ovulating!”. As soon as she says it, you sigh heavily with your eyes shut, “so I’m right!”, you nod your head. “Damn, this month’s ovulating must be hard for you to act like this” she states with amusement and pity in her tone.

“It is!” you whine as you lift you head from your arms while pouting, “masturbating doesn’t help with anything and I get turned on so easily” “aw, my baby sister is growing so fast,” she cups your face as she mirrors your expression. “It’s only the beginning, things are going to be harder in the future” you put some hair, that falls from your messy bun, behind your ear looking straight at your eldest with interested eyes, “it also happens to you?” “yep” she responds with that ‘I’m older so I’m more experience that you' expression. “How do you dealt with it?” she hesitates for some minute before displaying a smirk, “someone helps me”, your eyes widen, “what?! Who? Are they in group?” haera just chuckles.

“He is” she declares, “who?” you insist, “jay” you gasp at the name. “No way…” you say as you put your hand over your mouth. She nods with her eyes closed and her eyebrows lifted, “yes way”.

“But what if the managers learn it?” you asked concerned about their —kind of — relationship. “He always books a hotel room, or we do it in his studio, so we won’t get caught”

“I’m jealous” you whine, “maybe you ask one of the boys —or girls— to help you,” she proposes with a smug face, “maybe ask Jungwon” she says as she comes closer to you. Haera knows your relationship with Jungwon, that you are basically best-friends, but she also notices how you relationships shifted and not in the friendly way.

“Now, I couldn’t ask him that. I’m still a virgin, he must be—” “he also a virgin” haera says as she checks her nails. “How do you know that?” “From jay, we do not only fuck, you know”

“So, take your chance! Discover the amazing world of sex together” you chuckle at her funny sentence, “I don’t know about—”

You discussion is being cut by ni-ki opening the door —without knocking—before he says, “dinner’s ready, come eat” “Yah ni-ki, what didn’t you knock? What if one of us was naked? This is not how I raised y—” “what’s with all that yell? Haera, are you the one who’s yelling?” Jiwoo, the eldest girl, asks, “aren’t you supposed to be sick?” Jiwoo asks with a hand on her hip.

Haera suddenly holds her head, “yeah my head hurt but I’m bit better now” haera say, obviously faking. Jiwoo rolled her eyes at her horrible acting before her eyes lands on you, “are you okay, y/n?” you nod, “okay perfect, come eat with us!” “Yes, I’m coming”.

You follow them to the living room where the rest of the group is sitting. They had assemble the little table together so we could all eat together. The tables are laid with food—main dishes and side dishes. You sit down on the floor, next to haera and ni-ki before you take a set of chopsticks.

“Thank you for the meal” everyone says before the eldest starts to dig in. The room is filled with chatters and laughter as everyone is continuing their previous conversation. You're not really paying attention to the discussion and your mind starts to wander around.

Your eyes felt on Heeseung who was discussing with Jiwoo and jay, he grabs his cup to drink, and you notice his Adam's apple moving. You don’t know why but you somehow find it attractive. You realize what you are doing, you can fantasize about someone that you consider to be your big brother. You shake your head slightly and focus back to the food.

As you’re chewing on my food, your eyes start to unconsciously wandering around, again. They landed on Jungwon, who is sitting on the couch, manspreading. Your eyes blocked on his thingy; you begin to wonder what sex will be him.

“y/n”

Imagine his dick inside of you,

“y/n”

while you clench around him.

“y/n!”

You are finally pulled out from your daydreaming state, “mmh?” you let out in a questioning tone. Jiwoo chuckles before she repeats her previous question, “do you want more meat?” “no, thanks.” you respond as you lower your face to your food.

“you’re still daydreaming,” Jiwoo chuckles, “something keeps you from focusing on this reality?” Jiwoo continues with her head tilted to the side and displays a questioning expression. “Or someone...” haera says under her breath but most of the members heard it. You slightly slap her thigh before you give her glare.

“Uhm, no nothing bother me,” you display a big smile, “maybe it’s just stress or —” “frustration” haera interrupts me as she keeps eating like nothing happened, “frustration?” Heeseung questions. You glare at haera again before you take a breath to respond but again haera talks before you, “sexu—” “study frustration” you interrupt her before she could say something that would embarrass you. “Study frustration” you repeat with an awkward smile on your face.

You should’ve known better than to let haera know that you’re ovulating, that girl is such a tease.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re smart! I know you're going to pass your semester” jake says try to cheer you up, you flash a smile at him. “don’t be hard on yourself” Jungwon join the cheering, you smile shyly. “Oh, you wish he could be hard on you” haera whispers in your ear which make choke on your food.

“Oh my, eat slowly! Ni-ki give her some water” Jiwoo exclaims as ni-ki rushes to pour you some water and hands you the cup, “t-thank you” you hardly say throughout your coughs. You drink your water, and the food went down your throat. You come back to your senses as you look around, “sorry for that” you chuckle awkwardly.

“it’s okay but eat slower next time” you nod before looking down your plate. “Hey y/n,” haera calls out for you, you look at her as she holding a piece of steak with her chopsticks, “do you want some sex— I mean some steak?” she asks with a smirk on her face.

If eyes could kill, she would be dead, “no. thank.” you respond harshly. She lifts her shoulders innocently before she goes back to eat.

Sorry the lyrics of CA are not written the way I posted them 😭

N/A: it's been so long haven't posted, honestly I missed it but I don't really have time because of my exams! I'll post the second part as soon as I can and then after that I won't be posting until the summer holidays which means July!

Anyway take care mes bébés !

#enhypen #yang jungwon #jake enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon smut #i'm ovulating #enhypen heeseung

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luna0713hunter · 3 days

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Wonder If She Loves Me

⊰⊹its 3 in the morning and Izana misses you.

˙❥˙ warnings : breakup,makeup, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

♫♪ music : Wonder if she loves me By JVKE

a/n : maybe this got too angst...oops? Hope you enjoy it tho, darling @milky-aeons

It's 3 in the morning and Izana can't sleep.

He's been staring at his ceiling for the past 2 hours or so (honestly he has lost the track of time),and something interesting about the cracks on the walls has his eyes wondering over to them every five minutes. his throat is slightly aching, but he cant really bring himself to get up and have a glass of water;so he just lays there,with his violet eyes wide open and his hands clamps over his chest. Usually,on these kind of nights,he would busy himself scrolling through his phone.

Not tonight though.

It's been a whole week since Izana had checked his phone; he's sure it's death already,but that's for the best. He doesn't need to look at his phone because there are only pictures of you greeting him.

He doesn't need a reminder of you.

But as time goes by,and the clock keeps ticking,Izana lets out a loud groan and pulls his pillow from under his head,and pushes it against his face;he desperately tries to stop himself from reaching out for his phone. To unlock it and find your contact.

To push a single button and call you, but he cant.

Because Izana is too much of a burden,and he knows that you deserve way better. You,who has the heart of gold,smile brighter than the sun,and gods above,your eyes-

Izana misses you. But he can't do anything about it;after all,he was the one who pushed you away. He was the one who suggested you two take a break. And like a coward he is,he just holed up inside his house for a week,not bothering to go outside or talk to anyone. But as each minute goes by, Izana's eye twitches more-

He reaches over and takes his phone.

Its dead,as expected;and he has to wait until the screen is lightened up again when he plugs it in. There are lots of missed calls and texts from his friends,and its a wonder that none of them have brought the door down already. They probably know he's not in the mood and just let him be for awhile. As Izana's scrolling down his texts,his phone vibrates in his hands and upon seeing the ID,he answers it with a sigh.

"What is it,Kakucho-"

"You have some balls to talk like that,Izana. I was about to grab an axe from the storage and knock your door down." Kakucho sounds mad. Izana doesnt understands why, "you've been ignoring our calls and texts all week. You've had all of us worried sick!we didn't know if you were death or alive or-"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why have you been worried?"

There's silence on the other side,and the Kakucho sighs. Izana can particularly see him pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Stop with that. You know we..." Another pause. "..care about you." Kakucho finishes awkwardly.

And Izana doesnt get that; because all his life,no one's ever cared about him. Not when his own mother abounded him. Not when his older brother died and left him all alone.

And there's you.

Izana didn't know he loved you well pasted your friendship. He always though its just a friendship thing;like how he doesn't mind having Kakucho around. But as time passed by,he understood he didn't just like having you around;he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to call you his;to hold your hand and hear your sweet laughter. To be the reason for your every smile,and protect you just like how he always wished to be protected.

But now you're gone,and its his fault.

"Is this about y/n?" His friend's voice brings him back to the reality.

Because Kakucho could always read him like an open book.

So he rolls over,and lays on his side;his eyes have long adjusted to the darkness,and the faint light coming from the clock on his bedside has him staring at the staring at the small picture frame that's sitted upon it;a picture of you when he had taken you on a ride for the first time. You're grinning so brightly in the picture; your hair is slightly tousled and your cheeks are flushed. The sky is sunny behind you,but your smile is brighter than any star. He stares at the picture until its craved on his mind,and when he closes his eyes,he can see your face behind his eyelids.

"Izana..." Kakucho's voice is softer this time, "call her. You know she loves you."

"I was the one who suggested this. I broke her heart."

"She understands."

"She deserves better." And at last,after a week long of staring aimlessly at the pictures on the wall,Izana finally grits out the thought that hunted his every waking moment and sleep.

Because it was true;you deserved someone better.

That's why Izana did this;why he broke your heart. Why he invited you over to your favorite cafe and when you were laughing about something silly that your friends did,he blurted out those words.

"Let's break up."

And he had given himself a moment to admire you one last time;to see how your face had crumbled,and your pretty smile had suddenly vanished completely. He waited and felt that sickening twisted in his heart;like a knife had dug itself deep in his chest. But he was sure a knife wound would've hurt less than the defeated look on your face.

He hadn't waited for you to ask why; because he couldn't tell you the reason. He couldn't bring himself to tell you how much you mean to him, but you deserve someone who's not so broken and obsessed with revenge.

So Izana had left;had rode home, feeling absolutely nothing. He had turned off his phone,and buried himself under his covers.

It's 3:15 am,and gods above,he misses you.

As if sensing his every thought, Kakucho breaks the heavy silence.

"Call her,Izana." And with that,he hangs up.

Izana listens to the silence before opening his eyes once again. He stares at the too bright screen of his phone,but he's just lost in the picture of the two of you as his wallpaper. The smiling face of his own face feels alien,but your blinding one is all too familiar.

The picture is months old,his favorite one yet,but it feels like he'd taken it yesterday.

The day he'd asked you to be his girlfriend,he had promised you he'll always protect you. You had laughed,called him your hero with a cheeky grin,and kissed him softly.

He had promised you to be a better man in his heart,but he was always good at breaking his promises.

But now,as he stares at your contact,and the clock shows 3:30 am,his finger hovers over the 'call' button;he knows you're sleeping. You dont have any reason to dwell over someone like him. Because he's a rotten soul,and he knows it fully well. But he can hear your voice telling him he's wrong;that you love him no matter what. He can see you frown,your beautiful eyes shining sadly as you cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

He can still feel the ghost of your lips on his skin.

Izana sighs and closes his eyes;he drops the phone on the mattress beside his head,the screen laying down. Like this,he can't see your smile on on his phone. Like this,blinded by the light of his phone,he can't momentarily see the picture frame on his bedside.

Like this,he can pretend you never existed;that he was all alone since day one.

But that's impossible. Stupid even; because the day you entered his life with your smile and understanding eyes,Izana hasn't been alone ever since. And now that you're gone, there's a hole in his heart;right in the middle of it where you belonged. No, that's not right.

There's a hole where his heart used to be,and the day he left you in that cafe,he clawed his heart out and left it with you there.

There's a hole in izana's chest that he knows will never be filled.

His room is quiet, eerily so. So when his phone starts vibrating right next to his face,his eyes snap open.

He's ready to tell Kakucho off;that he doesn't need to call you and ruin your life any further. He's ready to yell at his only friend,and then shut off his phone and never turn it back on again.

But when he turns his phone over and is ready to press the 'answer',he sees the ID.

Your name, along with the heart emojis you'd insisted he put beside it,makes him stare at the too bright screen until his eyes are burning.

Its almost 4 in the morning. There's no way you're calling him.

Maybe its just a dream;he hasn't slept well these past few days,always tossing and turning until the dawn. Maybe he'd fallen asleep the minute Kakucho had hang up. He's sure he's dreaming, because you're supposed to forget all about him;to move on with your life and forget someone as rotten as him.

Izana's sure he's dreaming.

He presses the 'answer' button.

There's a moment where neither of you say anything;he can hear the sound of your trembling breathing,and he closes his eyes. It must be a dream;his worst nightmares. That you always call,but doesn't say anything and he has to suffer through it knowing you will never talk to him ever again.

"... Izana?"

His eyes snap open.

"Iza...?are you there?"

And Izana doesn't know what to say; this isnt like any dream or nightmare he ever had. Usually, in his dreams,he watches you suffer because of his selfishness;cryin, bleeding.

Dying.

But now,as he hears your soft and gentle voice (always so caring with him),he knows he's not dreaming.

That its 3:47 am,and you've actually called him.

"Yeah," he chokes out, "yeah, I'm here."

At that,you let a shaky exhale and grow quiet.

"I-... I'm sorry I called at this hour.you were probably sleeping."

"I wasn't."

"You.. weren't?"

Izana laughs breathlessly. Bitterly.

"No,i wasn't." His fingers play with a loose thread on his sheet, "why..."

"I never got the chance to ask why, Iza." Your voice sounds broken,hurt. Izana wants to rip his heart out;maybe bleeding hurt less than hearing your broken tone, "was it...was it something i did?i wasn't good enough?"

And gods above,he was never so tempted to kill himself in his whole damn life.

Because,how even for a second did you think that you were the problem?

That you were anything but perfect?

"No baby, no" and Izana hates how his voice shakes; his body trembling because he doesn't have the right to act this way when he was the one who broke your heart, "it was never you. How could you think that?"

"But you left," Izana squeezes his eyes when your first sob comes out, "and didn't even tell me why."

And this is his punishment,Izana thinks;to listen to your muffled sobs at 4 in the morning and not being able to reach out. To comfort you,to hold you close and tell you how sorry he is.

Because Izana is a rotten, rotten man. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

"Iza," you say between your sobs, "its been a week and you didn't call. Kakucho-kun said he couldn't get a hold of you. I was worried sick!" When your voice cracks, Izana clenches his fist so tight his knuckles turn white.

Even after a whole week of suddenly breaking up with you and not even bothering to tell you why,you still worry about someone like him.

"Babe, listen to me." His voice is calm,if not slightly shaky, "nothing was ever your fault,i just..."

"Then why?"

You sound so small. Izana can see you burying your face in your pillow;your tears already soaking through the sheets.

"Because," he chokes slightly;voice cracking, "babe...i..."

He takes a deep breath.

"You deserve so much,much better.i couldn't have done that to you."

You're quiet. You don't even breath.

Izana shuts his eyes and sighs.

"Y/n...baby doll,you were everything to me;my whole life,my only reason for living. But..." And Izana doesn't cry,he doesnt. But his eyes burn and his throat is closing up, "but i had to let you go."

"So you gave up on me. On us?"

"I never gave up on you. But i couldn't -"

"Iza," you softly cut him off, because that's all you've ever been with him;too gentle,too caring, "the things that's going on in your head,i cant stop them. But babe...i love you so much."

"I'm broken."

"No one's perfect,darling." You tell him. Ever so patient, "broken or not, you're still my Izana. And i..." He can feel you biting your lips, "still love you too much to let you go.."

And for the first time in the entire week,he thinks he can breath a little better.

"I love you too." He whispers,eyes glued to your pictures frame.

"Then..lets try again?" There's a hesitation in your voice,a slight quiver. "This time,no hiding secrets though,alright?"

And Izana smiles,for the first time in forever and nods.

"Deal." Then he glances at his digital clock, "can i...come over?"

"Its 4:15 am,babe." You sound surprised;like he hasn't done this before. Izana rolls his eyes, "dont you wanna sleep?"

"I cant sleep without you in my arms. Please?"

And when you giggle, although voice slightly hoarse from all the crying,his grin widens more.

"I take that as a yes." But even before saying that, he's already grabbing his jacket and keys,and rushing out the door toward his motorcycle.

"Be careful!!"

And your laughter,makes him let out a laughter on his own;how could he ever,even for a second,think he could let you go?

Oh,he has a lot to makeup for.

#izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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mossy-green-aka-ferrythem · 1 day

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Watched more Dungeon Meshi. The shapeshifter episode, while very interesting and worthwhile, laying down many necessary things, isn't really an episode I have many thoughts on sadly, as it's not really my favorite. That part about Laios and dogs is probably one of my favorite parts of the entire series though.

But man... Izutsumi... I already adore this character. It's hard to articulate but everything about her just makes me feel like. Fuck yeah girl GO DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IN ORDER TO MAKE A BETTER LIFE FOR YOURSELF! BE RUDE BE MEAN IDGAF YOU DESERVE IT!

Also just... Senshi being so kind as always... I adore Senshi in so many ways... it's amazing how everyone in the main crew feels like glue that holds the entire narrative together.

Also, the nightmares... god this is so fucking deep with the Nightmares... so much I can say about how the reflections on those dreams say so much about Laios, Marcille, and their relationship with eachother.

Do keep in mind Laios and Marcille's relationship is one that I believe is quite strictly platonic. I also do think that many people tend to misconstrue their dynamic as one that isn't friendship when really. You can see that Marcille did care only about Falin from the start, but as the journey goes on, you can see her heart open up to Laios, willfully listening to how passionate he is about monsters, even excitedly answering back his little tidbits when he hands them out! And she's enjoying the food a lot more now! And most of all... although I don't think I can give my full thoughts on how the nightmare hits deep in this post, I can say this, Marcille describing her dream just perfectly symbolizes the sort of relationship between Marcille and Laios, boiled down to it's bare essentials, with Marcille as a little girl, and Laios jumping in as a big goofy dog and accompanying her, keeping her company, and keeping her safe and happy.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #laios #laios dungeon meshi #dunmeshi laios #marcille donato #marcille #marcille dungeon meshi #marcille dunmeshi

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a-twistedheartslonging · 1 day

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The recent Book 7 release has put Vil and Rook on the mind, so do you have any particularly interesting courtship or relationship headcanons for your nonhuman AU? Thank you :)

My god Rook would rizz you so hard, we already know how he is as a human, though I've seen headcanons that he might have some beastmen in his blood it just isn't obvious/is distant or something like that.

Anyway...

He's enigmatic with a passion for all things beautiful, something Rook very much views you as regardless of what you think of yourself. He's very enthusiastic about supporting those that he admires so be ready for him to be supportive and encouraging as fuck. Yeah, he's gonna be weird about a lot of stuff but Rook is almost always genuine in his intentions.

Expect poetry and love letters to hit your door by arrow every morning.

Ah...Birb Boi Love.

When the night sky envelops the world in its cool embrace, a ballet takes place on treetops and secluded clearings— the dance of owl courtship.

Serenading the night. Rook is already a great singer and loves to do it, with owls the males often initiate the mating process with a series of hoots. Though with him I'm pretty sure it would be actually singing that he graces you with...but still...it's kind of funny to think about...heh horny hoots.

He might be hoping for you to join him since female owls might answer back, leading to a duet. This vocal interaction strengthens the bond between the two owls and sets the stage for their partnership.

Gift giving, males often present food gifts. This act not only proves the male’s hunting prowess but also his ability to provide for offspring. He knows he can't just leave his fresh kills at your doorstep. Instead, he will use his cooking skills and bring very yummy meals cooked and caught by him. Will give a few happy hoots if you agree to letting him feed you.

He's going to bring you a lot of stuff, not just food though. Keep in mind the guy is well off and for a lot of creatures it's important to keep your mate well groomed, and he gets the good shit from Vil so expect to be gifted the best, lotions, shampoos, and skincare stuff. Along with clothes that seem to fit you perfectly...hmm how did he get your size?

Once a bond begins to form, owls might engage in mutual grooming, a sign of affection and trust. Please let him do your hair and nails he will be so happy. He gets to help you be even more pretty, gets to touch the person he likes, examine your interesting human features. He's actually someone you can trust to bathe with/wash your hair for you without trying anything regardless of his romantic feelings, even if you're nakey.

Nuzzling and nibbling will also happen, he knows you're a fan of his soft feathers and floof and will puff up to lure you in for cuddles...and then he'll get you with those gentle nibbles and nuzzle against you. At least with him, you won't have to worry about getting covered in fur after like with the others, but you might end up with a feather in your hair and will diffidently smell like Rook

Territory plays a vital role in owl mating behaviors. Male owls fiercely defend their territories from rival males, ensuring they have exclusive access to potential mates and sufficient resources for nesting and rearing young. Territory disputes often involve vocal and physical displays, including wing-spreading, aggressive posturing, and occasional physical combat.

As a result, any of the other guys should be wary of arrows flying their way when they get near Ramshackle once Rook gets to that stage in courting. The tree near your window was already one of his favorite spots before this started. I don't think he would start any fights though, not that he would need to, people tried to keep their distance from him before already.

The mental image of him doing the aggressive postering is funny though.

Hmm...wait...no...

...yeah, I can see how that would be scary if it's a man-sized owl creature doing it at night with glowing eyes and he's probably doing a weird honhonhonhon French laugh thing. He's going to scare the shit out of someone.

Some owl species, like the barn owl, engage in dramatic flight displays, which can include dives, spirals, and impressive swoops to impress a potential mate. He would definitely show off and even offer to carry you so you can enjoy a nice flight with him...you might see him divebomb someone, he doesn't actually touch them but gets pretty close.

The man loves his privacy so will likely pick a spot in Ramshackle away from everyone else to make into your love nest, only the finest blankets and pillows will be used, that fancy silk stuff you know?

Hmmm Vil.

I've thought about him ether being a Peacock-

Or a secretary bird.

I'm not sure what suits him best but I'm sure regardless his courtship will be flashy. You'll probably end up with a tail feather smacking you in the face at some point.

I might be able to think up something if you guys send in some ideas.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ask #asks #nonhuman au #twisted wonderland rook #twst rook #rook hunt

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ichatake · 3 days

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Hello! I'd love to see Naruto with a reader that is either a single mama to a 1 yr old girl or a nanny to a 3 yr old and a 1 yr old who are VERY attached to her. Please and thank you!

Naruto with a single mother S/O

Requests are open! (Request rules)

Naruto was loved by many in the village, especially the kids. They saw him as a hero and admired him so much, so you can imagine that he frequently visited the Academy to see the kids. Being in his early twenties, he was still nowhere near having a relationship with anyone (Not even Hinata).

I wouldn’t say the boy was desperate, but he really wanted someone to love! Sure, there were a few kunoichi out there that really liked him, but he didn’t find them genuine—and they were a little too much for him to handle.

Anyways, on one of his visits to the Academy, he got to meet the sweetest children he ever got to know. They were so happy to see him, especially a little girl in particular. Her round cheeks and big smile made his heart warm.

“You’re my hero mister Naruto,” she exclaims, hugging his leg in pure happiness.

He chuckles and kneels down, patting her head—making her hair ruffled and messy. This earned him a giggle from the girl as he looked at her, “Thank you, what’s your name, huh?” he asks with a big grin.

“(D/N)” she answers, her eyes bright as he looks at her face to face. See, this was your daughter. Ever since she was born just a few years ago, she always admired Naruto. You told her stories about him—since the young man has done so much during his twenty five years of life. You couldn’t admit it, but you admired him just as much as your daughter did.

“That’s such a pretty name, you know?” he chuckles as the other kids surround him. He spent all day with them. Even if he didn’t get much free time, he didn’t mind spending it like this.

When it was time to leave, he waited by the door to say goodbye to the kids as they were picked up by their parents. He watched as a young woman finally arrived, holding onto a smaller child. She looked tired, but her face immediately brightens up when she saw her daughter.

The same girl that had been so interested in him ran up to her—to you.

“Mommy!!” the little girl exclaims, running and hugging your leg tightly, “Look mommy, I met Naruto!! My hero!!” she points at Naruto as he tenses up and grins with red cheeks, “Heya,” he waves his hand at you.

“Oh, that’s really nice,” you smile gently, waving back at him, “It’s so nice he spent his day off here,” you say and he shook his head, walking a little closer to you, “Oh, it’s nothing really. Your daughter is a wonderful kid,” He says as your daughter seemed to jump in glee.

“Thank you,” you smile, the smaller child that sat in your arms watched Naruto intently. He was no older than a year, but he still looked like a baby. “I see you have another one,” he chuckles and smiles at your baby boy, “They look just like you,”

“I get that a lot,” you giggle and bow your head, “Well, it’s been a pleasure. I think this day is definitely the best day ever for my daughter. She really is your biggest fan. It was really nice to meet you”

After that interaction, Naruto couldn’t stop thinking of you. After you left, that’s when he noticed how gorgeous you were. Your smile was just beautiful, and the way you treated your kids was so gentle and kind. He kind of wanted to see you again. And so he went back to the academy.

He didn’t really know if you were married—he’d assume so, since you had two kids, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you. He felt a little guilty, he didn’t want to bud into a relationship. He didn’t want to be a homewrecker! But that was just Naruto overthinking things, since he barely knew you… for now.

Because the more he went to the academy, the more he got to see you. And the more he got to see you, the more he learnt about you. He had already lost count of how many times he frequented the academy just to see you, and you were certainly catching up to what he was doing.

When you brought it up, he tried to avoid it saying that he just really loved teaching kids techniques. You knew this was a lie because the kids were barely pass the age of six. Either way, you enjoyed his company and so did your daughter.

As more time passed, he found out you were a single mother of two. You left a not-so-good relationship and ended up with the task of taking care of two kids all by yourself.

First of all, Naruto admired you. You were so strong to keep yourself up. You must’ve been stressed and heartbroken, and yet you still managed to take care of your kids. He loved that about you.

Something inside him actually switched instantly when hearing the news. If it was obvious he was interested in you then, now it was super obvious. He didn’t try to hide it. All to the point where he ended up asking you out on a date. And to his surprise, it went well. No, it went great. Both of you bonded over similarities. Both told happy and sad stories, You two got to know each other on a deeper level.

It was a matter of time until you were head over heels for him. And he was for you. Your daughter was already asking if Naruto could be her dad, in FRONT of him.

“(D/N) you can’t go around saying Naruto is your dad!” you say with flushed cheeks as your daughter expresses herself. “But I want Naruto to be my daddy!” she whines and holds onto Naruto’s leg.

“I’m so sorry, she—,”

“It’s okay, I mean, I can be your daddy if your mommy lets me,” he says with pink cheeks. Your heart almost stopped at his words and you couldn’t even speak. This made him nervous and he started to apologize in panic.

“Im sorry, I shouldn't’ have said that—I’m so stupid—”

“I certainly don’t mind,” you finally said, a gasp falling out of his mouth. Then, a grin spread across his face as grew happier each second. This was the beginning of a new chapter for you, and a blossoming love story.

#fanfic #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto x you #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto oneshots #naruto fanfiction #x reader

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wrathofrats · 13 hours

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Day 11- long distance- Swiss and aether

Thanks to @forlorn-crows as always 🫶

Tensions rise on tour, Swiss calls aether to try and make it better.

“Hello?”

Aether answered the phone in a groggy tone. Swiss cringed at the sleepiness in his voice, rough as if he had just woken up. The time difference tended to escape him whenever he missed aether and sunny and picked up the phone to contact them, but neither minded. They were always happy to hear his voice.

“Aether? Did I wake you?” Swiss practically whispered. It was an unconscious attempt to not overwhelm him if he had actually woken him up, hoping the gentle tone could coax him out of being tired.

“Don’t worry about it, what’s up?”

Aether could hear the anxiety in Swiss’ voice. He could picture him picking at his nails and fiddling with whatever blanket was on his lap. He had always been a nervous fidgeter, one of his main tells that something was wrong.

“Well nothings wrong per say- it’s not an emergency but-“

“Swiss, tell me” aether cut him off

“How do you do it? How do you make every situation better?” There was a solemn air to the question. Aether knew Swiss well. Aether knew that something had happened and Swiss wasn’t handling it well. The pack could tend to be a lot sometimes, they all loved each other but conflict could sometimes be hard to tackle. Rain tended to retreat instead of handling issues, dew tended to blow up without thinking before he acted, cumulus got overwhelmed easily, and cirrus usually shut down, equipped with sharp sour words to ward off others.

It was always aether and mountain who would have to handle things if they got out of hand, a calming presence to drag everyone back and figure out a solution. Swiss could do this, but as much as he seemed like a more forceful figure, he was a people pleaser at heart. A pushover in the worst cases.

“Did something happen?”

Aether assumed there would be mild problems now that he and Sunny had been replaced with phantom and Aurora. Both were sweet ghouls, a little rowdy, but knew what they were doing. There hadn’t been any changes in a long time, not since ifrit and zephyr retired.

Dew had always taken it the hardest, the transition and ifrit stepping down made dew practically shut down inside. Quiet and harsh with his words for the first leg of that tour. He had processed and gotten better after a while, especially with aethers help.

But now that aether wasn’t there, there was question on how he would handle having phantom around in replace of him.

“Not exactly, it’s just been …… tense, to say the least” Swiss sighed, “nothing feels right. No one seems like themselves.”

“It’ll get better, everyone just needs time”

“No, I know, but I feel like I should be able to do something. If you were here you probably would have by now.”

Aether sighs, an ache in his heart for how hopeless Swiss sounds. There’s no solution, there’s always some kind of tension on tour. Living in a bus with even those you love the most will create problems after a while.

“It’s not your fault stardust”

“Well no, but mountain can usually have everyone happy again with a bit of time, but it shouldn’t be solely his responsibility”

“The fact that you care so much is all you need to do, you can only be you, you can’t be me. And we love you for you only”

“I know, I just-“

“I’m proud of you. You’re doing fantastic. They don’t need another aether, they need you right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you know how often I miss you guys and I look at your smile in photos and it makes me feel better?”

“You do?”

“You’re doing the best you can. You’re our stardust, remember? It’ll be ok”

“I love you aeth”

“Love you swiss”

#@ghuleh-recs for divider!#do you guys know how important Swiss and aether are to me #is it obvious #mushy may #don’t read too much into how much I project onto Swiss #it’s fine #don’t worry #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #mushy may 2024

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morgana-larkin · 1 day

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First off I LOVEEEE YOUR WRITING

Second off I have an angst request! I don’t know the specifics but it can be based off of one step forward and two steps back by Olivia Rodrigo!! And like Mel is not appreciative of the reader until the reader leaves her to focus on her mental!!

Thank you for loving my writing! ❤️ So I’ll be honest and I got a writer’s block while writing this. I got inspiration randomly but it came and went. I did listen to the song a bit on repeat along with her songs ‘good 4 u’ and ‘get him back’ , hope it’s not terrible. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done the next chapter of ‘Worth It’. I am busy over the weekend so I won’t get a lot of writing done but I’ll try and get at least the next chapter out.

Doubt

Warnings: bit of toxic Mel at the beginning, angst, fluff, dancing

Words: 5k

You called Melissa on the phone, knowing she should be home by now from work. She picks up the phone on the second ring.

“Hey y/n.”

“Hi Melissa, how was work?”

“It was fine.” Is all she said, she never bothers to ask it back but you always tell her anyway.

“Alright, I had a pretty ok day.”

“Did you call to rub it in my face that you had a better day?” She says and you don’t know where that came from but you don’t point it out.

“No, just called to talk to you. Want me to come over to help cheer you up?”

“Sure.” Melissa says and you hang up after telling her that you’re on your way.

You arrive and knock on the door. Melissa answers it and lets you in right away. She pushes you up against the door and makes out with you for a few minutes. After she strips you both of your clothing when you reach her bed. She pounds all her frustration into you with the dildo you. You come 3 times before she comes herself.

“Feel better?” You ask her and she nods.

“Ya, thanks.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her.

After a couple hours, you go home. You sometimes feel a bit like Melissa treats you like a casual sex partner. You love her and you’ve told her a few times but she’s never said it back before. You two have been going out for about 4 months now, and you were happy at first but now it’s starting to weigh you down. This time you don’t tell her you love her before you get in the car, you just get in your car and drive away.

You send her a good morning text like you do every morning but you don’t receive anything back. It’s always a gamble if you receive a text back or not.

You go to see her that afternoon after you’re both done work but this time she doesn’t let you in.

“What are you doing here?” She asks you.

“I wanted to see you so I came over to see you.” You tell her.

“I didn’t tell you that you could.” She tells you and your face drops.

“Oh, sorry to bother you.” You tell her and you turn around and leave. She shuts the door before you get to your car. You send her a good morning text every morning this week but she doesn’t reply. You send her one on Saturday morning and you tell yourself if she doesn’t reply then you’ll leave her. She isn’t acting like a loving partner, she hasn’t even said it back, maybe it’s because she doesn’t love you. Maybe she does see you as more of a casual sex partner.

She doesn’t reply to your text so you go to see her that night. You pull up to her driveway and knock on the door. She answers and she’s wondering why you’re there.

“Y/n why are you here again?” She says to you.

“I’ll be quick.” You tell her and she looks confused. “Melissa, I don’t know what kind of thing this is between us but it’s not what I thought it would be.” You start and she still looks at you confused. “I thought it would be a loving relationship but it seems that you just see me as a casual sex partner. And that’s not what I want with you. So I’m ending it with you.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked. Before she says anything, you bolt out of there.

Melissa stands there shocked for a couple minutes. She then carefully closes her front door and leans against it and takes a deep breath.

*rewind to the phone call. Melissa’s side*

She sees you calling and takes a deep breath, she’s had a shit day and doesn’t want to get angry at you. She still picks up though.

“Hey y/n.” She says, trying to remain casual.

“Hi Melissa, how was work?” You tell her a bit cheerfully.

“It was fine.” She doesn’t ask you about yours. She wants to distance herself from you. She’s developing big feelings for you and she doesn’t know what to do with it. You’re so young and beautiful, she doesn’t know why you’re still with her.

“Alright, I had a pretty ok day.” You tell her and a bit of anger escapes her.

“Did you call to rub it in my face that you had a better day than me?” She asks you and then mentally facepalms.

“No, just called to talk to you.” You tell her and she thinks you’re too good for her. “Want me to come over to help cheer you up?” You offer her and she knows she should say no.

“Sure.” She lets slip out and she facepalms, she’s supposed to be distancing herself, not letting you come over. You happily tell her you’re on your way and then hang up.

When you come over she pushes you against the door. She missed you and to throw her shit day into the mix, she has your clothes off quickly. It isn’t much longer until she’s pounding the dildo into you, letting her anger, frustration and love into it. You go home after a little bit and she watches you walk away and she looks down. She slowly closes the door and leans against it. She hears you turn your car on and pull away. She lets out a deep breath and a tear slips down her cheek.

She gets a good morning text from you the next morning and she groans. She gets one from you every morning and it’s so sweet and she curses at herself every morning. Why did the universe have to send her someone so young that she definitely doesn’t deserve. She doesn’t reply to you, and it hurts her every time. She knows she should break up with you instead of treating you like this, but she doesn’t have the heart to let you go.

You came over to see her the following day and she sends you away, she’s still mad at herself for letting you over yesterday. She doesn’t want to mess with your head but she can’t help it sometimes. She’s only human and she misses you and in those vulnerable times, it slips through.

She gets a text from you the rest of the week, even on Saturday.

She knows on Saturday that she should be planning dates with you like you guys used to do but she doesn’t. She spends the day by herself and thinking about you throughout most of the day. That night she hears a knock on her door and she goes to answer it. She didn’t expect to see you there when she answers it. Inside, she’s excited to see you again. On the outside, she’s neutral about it.

“Y/n why are you here again?” She tells you and it breaks her a bit to say that.

“I’ll be quick.” You tell her and she’s confused but lets you continue. “Melissa, I don’t know what kind of thing this is between us but it’s not what I thought it would be.” You continue and she has a feeling she knows where this is going and lets you continue. “I thought it would be a loving relationship but it seems that you just see me as a casual sex partner. And that’s not what I want with you. So I’m ending it with you.” You tell her and even if she was expecting this, it still hurts her and she’s shocked.

A million things run through her mind, what should she say? Should she try and make it up to you and get you back? Should she let you go? Before she makes up her mind, you bolt out of there and drive away. She stands there looking at where you were just standing and she’s defeated. She then carefully closes her front door and leans against it and takes a deep breath. She slides down the door to the ground. She turns to her side against it and leans her head against the door “I love you too y/n.” She says to the air and cries.

The next day she’s curled on the couch and stares at her phone, debating if she should text or call you or to let you live your life without her. After all, isn’t this what she wanted? For you to leave her so you can live your life? It is what she wanted, she reminds herself, it still hurts though.

You got home after ending it with Melissa and cry when you get home. You had to do it, she was messing with your head and you have to protect your mental health. The next day you spend all day thinking about her. The first 2 months was great, then you told her you love her and that’s when things started to change. When she started to change.

You did nothing on Sunday, then you went to work on Monday. You walked in the building and went to your desk. A couple hours later you hear a knock on your door and you look up. You see Janine there with a smile.

“What’s up Janine?” You ask her.

“Well I wanted to run something by you before I go to the meeting and bring it up with everyone else.” She tells you and you let her sit and go through it with you.

You and Janine became quick friends at the district. You went with Janine to go to Abbott quite a few times and that’s how you met Melissa. No one knew about your relationship with her. Melissa preferred to keep it a secret and you went along with it cause most relationships with people are a secret at first until it becomes official. But then Melissa wanted to keep it secret and you knew she preferred to keep her personal life private.

Janine runs by what she wanted to bring up to everyone else. You gave her a couple tips about it and told her that it’s great.

On Monday the next week, Janine knocks on your door again.

“Hey Janine.”

“Hey y/n, so they want us to go to Abbott and keep an eye on the librarian program for a few days.” She tells you and you pale. Abbott. Where Melissa is.

“Starting when?” You ask her.

“Um like right now.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Ok let me finish this up, and we can go. It shouldn’t take me more than 15 minutes.” You tell her and she nods and goes.

The two of you arrive at Abbott 45 minutes later. You walk in through the front door and a few memories come back. They used to be happy memories but now they just bring you down.

You check in at the front desk and you make it to the library for the meeting during lunch to introduce the librarian. You walk in with Janine and all eyes go on the both of you. Janine takes centre stage and you see everyone look at her. You take notes about what’s talked about and you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you the entire time. You look up and don’t see anyone staring at you but that feeling doesn’t go away the whole time. You see Melissa there next to Barb but she seems neutral like always.

“Y/n and I will oversee the librarian program for the entire week. If you have any questions, complaints or concerns about it then come to one of us.” Janine says then all the teachers are dismissed.

*Melissa*

Melissa was sitting in the library next to Barb, waiting for the meeting to start. She sees Janine walk in and then she sees you and she freezes. She didn’t expect to see you so soon but the district usually sent you with Janine to oversee changes at Abbott.

She tries to look away to focus on what Janine was saying the entire time but all she can focus on is you. She sees you go to look up and she focuses her attention on Janine before you can see her staring at you. She keeps doing that until Janine finishes.

“Y/n and I will oversee the librarian program for the entire week. If you have any questions, complaints or concerns about it then come to one of us.” Janine finishes and her breath hitches, you’ll be here for the entire week?

Melissa got pulled out of her inner crisis by her best friend calling her name. “Melissa, Melissa?” Barb said and Melissa looked at her.

“What?”

“Well y/n is here, don’t you want to go say hi your friend?” Barb said and Melissa shook her head.

“No, she’s busy overseeing the librarian program.”

“Well I’m sure she can take 10 seconds to say hello to you.”

“Just drop it Barb.” Melissa told her as she grabbed her purse and walked out. Barb could tell something has been off with Melissa for a week, she’s been in a sour mood. Barb is still happy to see you so she decided to go say hi to you by herself.

“Hi y/n.” Barb told you and you looked up from your notes.

“Hi Barb, how have you been?” You asked her.

“Oh I’m good. Can’t say the same for Melissa though.” She said and you raised an eyebrow in question. “She’s been in a sour mood for a week.” She told you. “She would have said hi to you if she wasn’t in a mood.” She told you.

“Oh well that’s alright, I wonder what happened.” You told her.

“I’m not sure. She won’t tell me.” Barb said and then she got an idea. She saw how Melissa looks at you and she might tell you. “Maybe you could ask her if you get a minute.” Barb said and you looked at her confused.

“If she doesn’t want to tell you then I highly doubt she’ll tell me.” You state. “I mean she tells you everything.”

“She tells me mostly everything. There’s still some things she keeps to herself. But how have you been dear?”

“Been better, I was seeing someone but I ended it recently.” You told her.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart. Since you’ll be here all week then maybe you can sit with Melissa and I at lunch again.” She tells you and you bite your lip.

“I don’t know how busy I’ll be but I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” You tell her and she nods her head and leaves the library.

Oh y/n.” Janine says and comes up to you. “Would you mind handing these reviews out to the the teachers on the first floor and I’ll do the second floor.” She says and hands you a stack of papers. “And feel free to talk to any teachers, we don’t have much else to do the rest of the day.” She adds and leaves the library. As soon as she leaves it hits you, Melissa is a teacher on the first floor. You leave the library and get started, you decide to just get it over with, with Melissa.

You walk to her classroom and knock on the door. “Come in.” You hear her say, you take a deep breath, open the door and walk in. Melissa looks up at who entered and did a double take.

“I came to drop this off, I’m tasked to hand it out to all the first floor teachers.” You tell her and hand a piece of paper to her. “Just fill it out and hand it back to me or Janine at the end of the week.” You say and turn to leave.

“Wait.” She says and you turn back around. “How-how have you been?” She asks and you’re taken back.

“You should have asked that when we were together.” You tell her and she looks down.

“There’s a lot of things I should have done.” She mutters but you hear her.

“There’s something I don’t understand though.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “It was fine in the beginning, but then the last 2 months, something changed. What happened?” You asked her.

“Nothing really happened, just stopped working.” She says to you and you push.

“I know when you’re lying.” You tell her. “What happened?” You asked again and she went back to the papers on her desk. “Was I not pretty enough?” You ask and she snaps her head at you.

“That’s not it at all.” She tells you.

“Was I not enough for you?” You ask her.

“That's not it either.”

“Then please tell me. I’ve gone through all of the possible reasons in my head and I can’t figure it out.” You plead and she looks absolutely defeated.

“I can’t tell you.” She says and you sigh.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t.” She says and you go to say something but she cuts you off. “Thank you for the paper, I’ll fill it out by the end of the week.” She tells you and you sigh.

“Fine then. Don’t know why I expected an answer. Never got any when we were together.” You tell her and she snaps her head at you again. You go to walk out but then turn around with another question. “Can you at least answer me this. Did you even love me?” You ask her and her eyes widen.

“Why do you want to know?” She asks.

“Because I want to know. You never said it back but I want to know if you did.” You tell her and she regrets the next words out of her mouth.

“You have your answer. There’s a reason I never said it back.” She tells you and sees the hurt on your face. She really wants to comfort you but knows she can’t.

“You should have just broken up with me, instead of just dragging me along and using me.” You tell her and turn around and walk out. You close the door and take a deep breath and continue your work. Unknown to you, Barb heard most of that conversation as she was walking along and hid in the classroom next door and Melissa’s door was open. You continue handing out the papers to the teachers and Barb goes to see Melissa.

“You and y/n went out?” Barb asks Melissa as soon as she enters her classroom without even knocking.

“What?” Melissa asks with a sniffle.

“You and y/n dated. But it ended a week ago, didn’t it?” Barb asks and Melissa nods. “What happened?”

Melissa goes on to tell her everything that happened, holding nothing back.

“Oh Melissa, you should have not let those doubts and thoughts take over. She made you happy.” Barb says and Melissa sighs.

“She did ya. I didn’t have the heart to break up with her so I pushed her to break up with me.” Melissa says. “I miss her so much.” Melissa says and begins to cry and Barb comforts her friend.

The next day you walk in and you went to go ask Gregory a question but before you knock, you overhear a conversation between Melissa and Barb in Melissa’s classroom, the door slightly open.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you walk over to hear their conversation better.

“Melissa, you should tell her the real reason the relationship ended.” Barb says to her.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because then you two would actually talk, and besides, y/n deserves to know the truth.” Barb says and your eyes widen.

“How would I tell her what really happened? Cause I don’t know the whole part myself.” Melissa says with a sigh.

“Melissa, you know the whole reason, stop blaming yourself for being human. You had a lot of doubts about being in the relationship because of the age difference, that’s alright to have. But you should have talked to her about that instead of pushing her to break up with you.” Barb tries to talk sense into her friend.

“She deserves to have a life. One that she won’t get by being with me.”

“And who gets to decide that? Cause I think y/n should decide that for herself.”

“I’m not going to talk to her Barb! I love her too much to let her get stuck in a relationship with someone like me!” Melissa says and you gasp silently so they won’t hear you and then tip toe over to Gregory’s classroom. You count to 10 seconds so they wouldn’t think that you heard everything and knock. Gregory opens the door a couple seconds later.

“Oh hey y/n, what’s up?” He asks you.

“I had a couple questions for you actually, do you mind if I take a couple minutes of your time?” You ask.

“Oh not at all, do you want to come in? I was just writing something on the board before they get here.” He says and you hear Barb exit Melissa’s classroom.

“Oh sure, that’s not a problem.” You tell him and enter the classroom.

*rewind to a couple minutes ago*

“I’m not going to talk to her Barb! I love her too much to let her get stuck in a relationship with someone like me!” Melissa tells and Barb sighs.

Barb speaks the next part quietly. “Melissa, there’s nothing wrong about being in a relationship with you. I’ve been your best friend for many years and you’re an amazing person who constantly puts yourself down for no reason.” Barb tells her and before Melissa can say anything else, you both hear a knock down the hall Gregory speaking.

“Oh hey y/n.” He says.

“Do you think she heard us?” Melissa asks, eyes wide.

“No, I don’t think so. She might have just been coming down the hall and I spoke too quietly for her to hear.” Barb says. “Think about what I said.” Barb says and Melissa nods. Barb then leaves the classroom and Melissa hears your voice.

“Oh sure, that’s not a problem.” Melissa sighs, she really misses you.

You spend the day analysing Melissa’s behaviour when you’re around, and what you overheard might be true. Melissa does seem to keep glancing at you as much as possible, and you see it in the corner of your eye so she doesn’t think she’s getting caught. It’s not as much as she’s looking at you but how she’s looking at you. She has sadness and guilt on her face and it looks like she wants to talk to you but keeps stopping herself.

You decide to go see her at home after school today. You pull up her driveway and go and knock on the door. She opens it about 5 seconds later and she’s stunned to see you there.

“Y/n?” She says in disbelief.

“Can I come in?”

“W-why?”

“Because we need to talk.” You tell her sternly and she steps aside to let you in. You walk in and go sit on her couch. Melissa closes the door slowly, takes a breath, turns towards you and walks over.

“What did you want to talk about?” She asks and you look at her.

“I heard everything you and Barb said this morning in your classroom.” You tell her and she gasps.

“You what?” She asks in shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was really going on inside your head?” You ask her and she sighs, then comes to sit on the couch.

“Because y/n, you’re so young and you might not understand it to the full extent.” Melissa says.

“You don’t think I haven’t had similar thoughts, only in reverse?” You say and she looks confused. “I’ve had doubts too, about the age gap, I thought that maybe I was too young for you. I thought you would think I’m too immature or something.” You tell her.

“You being immature never crossed my mind.” She tells you and you look into her eyes and see how genuine she’s being.

“Barb‘s right, it’s up to me to decide what I want in my life. I may be young but I’m old enough to know what I want.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you.

“And what do you want?”

“You, you idiota!” You tell her and she looks taken aback.

“Did you just call me an idiot in Italian?” She asks.

“Yes I did.” You say proudly and she smiles.

“I definitely deserve that.” She says to you. “I don’t know how I’d ever make you forgive me and make it up to you.” She tells you and you go and connect your phone to the speaker in her living room. Melissa is watching you the whole time. You walk back up to her and hold out a hand for her to talk and she looks at you confused.

“You said you don’t know how to make it up to me, start by dancing with me.” You tell her and she holds your hand. You yank at it and she gets up and follows you to the open area. The song starts off slow and you’re humming along to it while you and Melissa slow dances and you can tell she doesn’t know it. Once the chorus goes you sing and spin her in surprise. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy! If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right! Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life!” You sing and Melissa is amused with this song. The next one starts and this one she knows and she starts singing it.

“Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown.” She starts and she twirls you around. “You do something to me that I can't explain.”

Then you sing. “Hold me closer and I feel no pain.” You both sing it.

“Making love to each other ah ah. Islands in the stream, this is what we are!” She twirls you back into her and your back is pushed into her front and you look at each other.

“Sail away with me.” She sings to you and you both continue to dance to it.

The next song is more upbeat and Melissa knows she’s heard it before but can’t place it. You start dancing to the beat with her and she just goes along with it.

“And I’m singing a song, hoping he’ll be back when he hears it.” You sing and let go of her hands. “My heart goes sha-la-la-la” you sing and clap 3 times to the beat and you do it again while also singing and she laughs. She then goes to your Spotify and plays a song that hopefully explains how she feels. She presses on it and it starts playing and she sings it. You instantly recognize the song but you pay attention to her singing it.

“Remember those walls I built? Well baby, they’re tumbling down, and they didn’t even put up a fight, they didn’t even make a sound. I found a way to let you in but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now.” She sings and lifts you up and spins you. “It’s like I’ve been awakened , every rule I had you breakin’, it’s the risk that I’m takin’. “ she continues and puts you down and cups your cheek. “I ain’t never gonna shut you out.” She says and then spins you around. “I’m surrounded by your embrace. Baby, I can see your halo, you know you’re my saving grace. You’re everything I need and more.” And she locks your hands together and puts one on your hip and you put yours on her shoulder and then she spins you both around. “It’s written all over your face, baby I can feel your halo, pray it won’t fade away. I can feel your halo halo, I can see your halo halo, I can feel your halo halo, I can see your halo halo.” She sings and you can tell there’s more to it than just her singing the words.

You pull her to you and you connect your lips with hers, she kisses you back without hesitation. When you pull back, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then she cups your cheek. “I’m really sorry for everything y/n. I should have talked to you but I was too scared to and then I believed the doubts that my mind came up with. You’re too good for me.” She says and kisses your forehead. “It broke my heart to act like how I did to you. But I thought it was the best for you.” She told you and you press a finger to her lips before she continues.

“I’ll forgive you, but on one condition.” You tell her and she looks at you with a lot of hope.

“Name it, anything.” She says.

“If you want to get back together with me, then I don’t want to hide the relationship.” You tell her and she smiles and hugs you.

“Of course! I want to be with you again and we can tell everyone!” She says through tears and hugs you tight, a bit too tight.

“Melissa, I do need to breathe.” You say and she immediately lets you go.

“Sorry.” She says and you kiss her.

You both pull back and you start humming a song before singing the next line. “I don’t do boys, just do girls, just do girl with kissable ass.” You sing and she bursts out laughing.

“You’re such a dork.” She tells you.

“Ya but you love me.” You tell her and she hums.

“I do, I do love you.” She says with her hands wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she smiles.

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✿ damned if you do, and damned if you don't summary: simon reminisces about your relationship...more specifically about what went wrong in it. wc: 2.8k

a/n: i listened to something in the orange by zach bryan on repeaaat while writing this piece of angst and I'm not sure if I'm really happy with the way it turned out...anywayzz

simon "ghost" riley was not a man unfamiliar to loss.

the feeling of it. how it at first erupts like a bomb whose timer has reached second zero, quickly spreading through one´s body, tickling one´s nervous system and sending signals to one´s brain. forcing itself in and making itself known. there is no hiding from that first wave of loss, no denying its disquiet sensations settling themselves into every empty space. filling. suffocating.

how it after the initial shock settles down with no more space to spread itself, having accomplished its mission of infecting every part of one´s waking life. instead quieting down and disguising itself as normal. the calm after the storm one could say.

except for the fact that the calm only was visible from an outside perspective, and that the storm never really left.

simon had learned to deal with loss decades ago. although never really leaving him, it faded into the background, became a quiet part of him that almost exclusively slipped through when the sun had set and the moon had taken its place. when the wind seemed to hum chilling melodies of forgotten stories through his cracked open window and when the only birds that were still up were owls. that's when it slipped through. like blood finding its way through badly sewn stitches it haunted him. so close to closing the wound, accepting the loss, but not being able to hold it together for long enough to let it heal.

not that it really bothered him anymore. simon may not be a big talker, always blending into whichever secure background presented itself to him and observing. a look over his shoulder every couple minutes. old habits die hard or whatever the saying was.

but he was a thinker. had reflected on every life changing event that had crossed his path. over and over again he pondered over what had led to which consequences. what could have been avoided for the chance of becoming a better man? what of it had been his own fault and what had been a product of circumstances? almost every single time he came up with the same answer. same angsty, dramatic answer he used to think while desperately looting his mind to find a different one. one that he somehow could have skipped over, missed. one that he never seemed to find.

he must have been made for it, he thought. made for loss. made for hurting and being hurt. for pain. for gore.

maybe that's why he let you go.

you were a surprise really. simon had not dated for years and years, not even thought about doing so and definitely not looking for it. his teammates used to egg him on about finding a partner during late night poker games at the barracks. a few glasses of whiskey down and a whole bunch of money lost he only rolled his eyes back at them, a light smile coating the inside of his balaclava.

"y´need to find yourself a pretty little thing to domesticate you mate" they exclaimed drunkenly.

"can't even spell that word out" he joked back.

then came you and swiped him right off his feet. he tried to deny it to himself at first of course. ignoring the pull he felt towards you as if you were some kind of magnet, drawing him in closer and closer. ignoring the urge he felt to kiss you every time you spoke to him. looking up at him with your eyes glimmering of life and hope, cheeks tinted pink and plump lips glossy. ignoring the impulse to rip whatever other guy that approached you at the pub into million little pieces, until there was nothing left of him to remember. simon loved the way you seemed to flock yourself around him too, with always trying to get a laugh out of him by telling him your witty jokes, putting your hand on his forearm in instinct when he responded in his own sarcastic tone, talking to him like you wanted to figure him out, your overwhelmingly sweet nature almost making him spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets right then and there.

and oh did simon have a sweet tooth. the first time he had you he knew he was fucked. knew you were too sweet for him. too good.

the way your soft legs wrapped around him, pulling him as close to you as possible while he was pounding into you. one hand holding onto his strong bicep and the other caressing his cheekbone, his jaw while he groaned and panted above you, never drifting his gaze away from you almost as if he was trying to convince himself that you were real and not a figment of his imagination. simon had never made love before but a part of him knew that this was it. this was love.

and so he held onto you and you welcomed him with open arms, seeing something in him that he himself was not even sure existed. you held him as if he was worthy of healing, waited for him to open up about his past, his work and dreams of a future he had not dared to fantasize about, let alone state out loud for decades.

somehow, by merely existing by simons side you painted his, previously gray life in vibrating colors, pinks and greens and blues and yellows. giving meaning to parts of life he had never thought about appreciating before. slow dancing in his kitchen at night with only the pale moonlight shining through your sheer white curtains as a witness. wood creaking beneath you as your head is pressed to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat that unbeknownst to you, was beating for you, and you only. his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close and pressing kisses to the top of your head every now and then.

watching the sappy movies you had raved on and on about and begged him to watch with you, claiming that he would love them just as much as you did. he knew he wouldn't, had never been able to stand romcoms and romantic dramas. but who was he to deprive you of a night filled with laughs and glossy eyes watching the screen intensely as though it was revealing the secret of life to you. sure, he did not love the movies you picked, but you did.

and maybe he loved you.

taking you to bed after a night at the pub with a couple of your old friends. a bit tipsy and clingy you hold onto him as he helps you up the stairs to the bathroom, helping you wipe your makeup off while you tell him about your night out in between giggles and kisses to his neck. making you a cup of tea before carrying you to his bed clad in the sheets you had picked out for him after stating that his were "old and boring". he did not mind the girly pattern of them, he would let you coat his whole house in pinks and hearts and bows as long as that meant you would spend more of your time there. you fit there so effortlessly he remembers thinking as he is looking up at you from between your thighs. your lips parted and head tilted upwards, moans escaping your throat with every flick of his tongue. falling apart on it, giving yourself to him, every single part of yourself while he devours you as though he's on death row and you are his last meal. the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, he states afterwards, hours into the night when he is satisfied with the amount of times he's made you cum on his tongue, while stroking your hair and caressing your cheek. praising you and whispering sweet promises in your ear until you fall asleep. meaning every single one of his words.

still, a part of him blames you for believing him. sure, he'd meant them with every bone in his body but how could such a precious thing like you accept promises like that from a man like him. you should have known better than to let him in, should have thought twice before intertwining yourself with him. mind, body, soul. a part of him still despises you for making it all so easy, as though his life was decorated In something purer than loss and hurt. as though his skin wasn't littered in scars he barely remembered where he got. scars you coated in small kisses when he fell asleep before you. silently damning any god who would allow such grim scars to be inflicted on such a beautiful man.

that is what you thought of him. your beautiful man. you saw past the hard exterior he had spent so many years building up, tearing them down with as little as one single glance.

and simon became scared.

scared of what he felt for you, the emotions coated in all your colors became too much for him to handle. threatening to spill over. and like when the loss he feels, the loss he has seen during his lifetime, slipped through and threatened to spill, simon did what he knows best.

he runs.

his missions become longer, leaves shorter. he knows you would notice something was wrong when he doesn't find a way to contact you while away like he usually does, always does. of course your mind immediately goes to the worst imaginable possibility. that he has died somewhere in a far away land that you know nothing about but some of the stories he has told you on late nights, wrapped up in each other´s arms. the fear of never being able to truly mourn him, for not even being able to find out any type of information on what could have happened to him. you worry and worry and worry. this is not like simon, you start to think as weeks go by with no contact. you start to doubt that he will even show up at your doorstep again, with a big smile on his face and flowers in his hand. not that simon knew any of that though. he himself thinking he was sparing you and somehow in his own twisted conclusion, helping you by staying away. showing his enemies more brutality than he usually did during missions. powering through like he was some kind of angel of death, occupying his mind with anything but the thought of how pretty your eyes look while begging him for more when he was on top of you, making you see stars. or how big your smile would get when the various flowers in all the rainbows colors, that you had insisted on planting in his small overgrown garden had finally bloomed. or how you let him grasp his rough hand onto your own delicate one when walking through a big crowd which he had always hated, wanting to find the nearest corner to blend into. somehow holding onto you made it tolerable, made it all tolerable.

he did show up though. on a rainy night he showed up with water dripping down from his clothes, a duffle bag in his hand that looked to weigh about as much as you did. and his balaclava on. he couldn't help himself but to make his way to the front of your porch the first thing he did when he got back. his plan to stay away from you immediately collapsing as his self control vanishes into thin air merely at the thought of having the privilege to go see you.

he knew you knew that something was up when he refused to take his balaclava off, even during the welcome back sex that took place on the sofa of your living room. almost as if he was hiding emotions behind it, shielding himself from you. or you from him. you reassured him that he could talk to you about whatever plagued his mind like you always did. assuming something had happened during his mission that would take some time to process, talk about, heal.

so you fought for him the way you knew he was worthy of. with all you had. showed up at his place with his favorite meal when he hadn't called you in days after his initial visit. hoping to get his mind off the thing that was keeping him away from you. hoping to make him understand how much you cared for him, accepted him. you never wanted to "fix him" and he knew that. instead taking him just as he was with all his flaws and broken parts, always seeing the good in him. you were patient with him, decided to wait for him simply because you knew that he was worth it and saw the way his cold eyes softened when he looked down at you. saw the way the crease between his eyebrows disappeared into thin air when he heard your laugh. the way he shivered when you ran your hands over his shoulders, his back, completely relaxing at your touch. his own body language betraying the destructive thoughts he had spent weeks convincing himself of. like you weren't all he could ever ask for, and more.

like you weren't the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

all you had to do was be patient with him. right?

weeks and weeks went by with simon pulling away more and more. even on the days you spent together and the nights in each other´s beds, the energy shift was prominent. no longer being an underlying concern and instead becoming a big dark cloud constantly lingering over the relationship, impossible to ignore. then came the lightning, crashing down on the bond the two of you had built up, making you question if any of what you had felt for the man was true at all or just a delusion you had made up in your hopeful mind. at least that's what you told him with a trembling voice, during the arguments that emerged out of frustration and fear of this being it. the last of the connection. the end of it.

as though one of the magnets had broken and lost its electricity, losing all its strength to keep the poles together. and when has ever the power of one working magnet been able to attach itself to a broken one?

and so you left. after weeks and weeks of trying to get an answer out of him, worrying about him, begging him to just talk to you and tell you something about what he was thinking and feeling. asking him if you did anything wrong, misinterpreted his feelings towards you and the moments you shared. you left. and he let you. watched you walk away from him with uncertain steps and tears in your eyes towards the horizon farther and farther from him. the horizon in which he was convinced you would find your real happiness in someone who could match your colors, vibrate them back to you in return instead of pulling them out of you and leaving nothing but shades of gray behind. for your own good, he thought as you became nothing more than a distant shape of the women he loved but didn't know how to properly take care of.

what he didn't anticipate was the way you never really left him.

you didn't become of one the many losses he had accumulated throughout his life and stored in the darkest parts of his body. you were something else entirely and he saw you in everything.

in the bright sheets on his bed that he slept in every night with the fear of seeing you in his dreams. in the various flowers in his garden that were now dying from the lack of maintenance. in sappy movies and in the creaking of his kitchen floor. in late night tea cravings and in rainy clouds. in the orange of the sunrise and the orange of the sunset. you were everywhere, haunting him. and oh how simon knew that he was in fact in love when he discovered that physically running from you only made him yearn for you more.

almost hating you for having such a strong effect on him even with being so far away but still managing to coat his surroundings in reminders of you.

almost hating you for tricking him into thinking he could become a better man for you. giving you everything that the life and hope in your eyes reflected back at him.

almost hating you for seeing something in him that made you want to fight for the connection you had, only giving up when there was no other choice but to do so.

almost hating you for not returning home to him.

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Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 03

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Y/n had become a big part of the community in the next few months. People looked to her when Kappa wasn't easily accessible and she was always happy to help. The one thing Kappa noticed more than how well she had acclimated into the family is how she showed them all affection.

He would never admit that he was jealous of how they leaned into her touch when she gave them encouragement or how she would kiss their faces before they all turned in for the night. Kappa would never admit that the idea of her sharing her kisses and touches with anyone other than him made his blood boil in a way it never had with any of the other women he had relations with. He wanted to reserve all of her intimacy for him and him alone.

He approached her as she held the face of Epslon in her hands and tugged on her elbow. She turned to look at him confused slightly before she gave a sweet smile and walked off towards him.

"Why are you hovering today?" Y/n asked making Kappa glance at her unimpressed.

"Why can't you seem to keep your hands to yourself?" Kappa answered her question with a question and she chuckled.

"Didn't you just get blown by one of those little peaches just a few days ago? Am I not allowed the same fluidity as you?" Y/n cocked her eyebrow at Kappa who narrowed his gaze.

"I do not share you." He spoke firmly and Y/n turned her body towards him.

"And you expect me to share you? You expect me to be this kept woman who only recieves intamacy from you whenever and however you want it?" She stepped into his space and he took a deep breath. She smelled sweet, like cherries or strawberries. It was intoxicating.

"I expect you to mother these people. Show them grace and love in a more appropriate way." Kappa's voice almost seemed like he was chastising her. She let out a laugh and gave him a playful shove.

"Is that what you do? Make these girls suck your cock and call you daddy?" She teased but Kappa rolled his eyes.

"Why do you feel the need to buck against everything I say? Is it so hard for you to listen to a simple command? Keep your fucking hands to yourself and there won't be any problems." Kappa said again and Y/n pouted.

"What kind of problems am I causing exactly? Last I checked, you like when I put my hands on you." She ran her hands down his chest and he watched them slither all the way down to his belt.

"Me...I like when you put your hands on me...only me." Kappa put his hands on top of Y/n's and she licked her lips.

"You know what you have to do if you want me to behave. I'm not going to share my body with you and have you whore yourself to everyone in this community." Y/n explained. Kappa didn't like her giving him ultimatums.

"You don't make the rules here sugar. I do. Who I fuck is up to me." Kappa's words made Y/n sigh as she took her hands off of his belt.

"How disappointing." She patted him slightly on the chest before walking back over to the others, spinning one of the girls around as she danced to the music coming from one of the vans. Kappa continued to watch from afar as she moved about the camp. She had completely disregarded what he had said about keeping her hands to herself.

"Would you like a massage Kappa?" One of the girls had approached him as he sat in a chair and he shook his head. She wasn't the only girl he shooed away that day. He continued to reject the advances from the other women until she he saw Y/n enter his trailer. He walked in a few minutes after her and she turned to face him.

"Would you prefer to bring your girls in here tonight or will you be fucking them in their own beds?" Y/n asked, a hint of a challenge in her tone. Kappa clicked the lock on the door behind himself before pressing his body against hers.

"You don't listen to anything I say." He gripped her neck, letting his palm hold her jaw.

"I have a daddy, I don't need another." She replied tilting her head away from his hand. He responded by gripping her jaw tighter.

"I don't want to be your daddy. I want to be yours...and you mine. Only mine....only yours." Kappa had conceded to her. She smiled slyly moving his hand from her jaw down between her legs. She had already gotten rid of her panties and allowed him to dip his fingers into her wet pussy briefly. Kappa pulls his hand back and looks at how wet she already is.

"You want me to be all yours, make me yours then." Kappa dipped his wet fingers into her mouth and she sucked her own juices from his filthy fingertips. Her hands yank his belt open and he pushes his pants just far enough down to free his cock, lifting her onto the counter and letting her guide him into her dripping cunt. They both make noises of pleasure, as this was the first time he had actually fucked her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her hands into his greasy hair.

"That's it. Just like that. Make me yours." She moaned letting her head fall back against the cabinet, banging it roughly a few times as he bucked his cock up inside of her.

"You were made just for me. No one else will ever feel you like this." Kappa bit her breast and she groaned.

"Show the world I am yours Kappa. Show them why they can't touch what's yours." She praised him, running her hands down his back and grabbing his bare ass cheeks to try and shove him further inside of herself.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them all if they ever touch you." Kappa's thrusts started to become sloppy and Y/n knew he was going to cum soon.

"I'm almost there. Fuck me harder Kappa, please!" She begged but Kappa couldn't hold off any longer as he came inside of her milking his cock inside her walls before removing his spent cock and replacing it with three of his fingers.

"Come on baby, cum on my fingers. You can do it. I want you to cum." Kappa held her gaze, one hand on her throat, the other shoving his cum inside of her pussy and expertly using his thumb to circle her swollen clit. Her moan turned into a scream and he felt a rush of her own release running down his palm. He quickly slipped back inside of her with his semi hard cock and her legs started to shake atop the counter.

"Shhhh shhh it's okay. It's okay. I've got you darlin." Kappa cooed at her as he slowly pushed his cock inside of her to keep both of their cum inside of her, a squelching noise vulgarly filling the silence of them trying to catch their breaths.

"Say you're mine." Kappa rested his forehead against Y/n's, feeling her breath against his face.

"You say you're mine first." She demanded making him chuckle.

"I am yours, only yours." He bumped his forehead against her own. She was hardheaded but he liked that about her. She opened her eyes and kissed his lips softly. It was a sweet gesture that they had skipped right over in the beginning of things but now felt so loving.

"And I am yours, only yours."

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Dick and Jason fighting:

Dick: you’re nothing but a scummy, worthless piece of shit! I hope you die again! You should’ve never come back in the first place!

Jason: oh yeah?! Well you’re nothing than a big fake who doesn’t deserve to be here with the family or with superheroes in general! There’s a reason why you’re the one Bruce took the longest to adopt! It’s because you’re not worth it! You’re worthless and nobody loves you!

Dick: well at least I can get my own juice box from the grocery shop! But oh no I’m Jason Todd, the favorite child because I fucking died and I need to do everything criminally because I’m rebelling! Get over yourself you ass no one thinks you’re cool!

Jason: and people think you’re cool?! With your fucking mullet phase and need to over sexualize yourself?! Yeah fucking sure, stop blowing this out of proportion it’s a fucking juicebox!

Dick: and you’re just a fucking failure but oh look at that— Bruce still loves you for some reason!

Jason: what you’re sad cuz he doesn’t love you?!

Dick: and you’re sad because you never had a real mother?

*five minutes later*

Dick, in Jason’s doorway, has done this a million times before with all his siblings: I’m going to bat burger

Jason, was contemplating burning down Dick’s apartment, and also wanted to go ask Dick his opinion on some cargos but didn’t want to be the first to cave: I’m coming with

#they both canonically can and will rip someone to shreds for whatever reason they want #verbal abuse is their weapon 😍🥰#but anyway this is more actually to do with the kinds of things that happen when me and my siblings fight than it is anything else #like we’ll be fighting like crazy. about to kill each other. punching and kicking and pulling hair. then we’re laughing cuz we can’t take #each other’s side eye srsly or something. or we’ll make up two minutes later when we want to order food or some shit.#dc comics #comics #batfam #robin #Jason Todd #dick Grayson #nightwing #Redhood #them after verbally destroying each other: do you want your fries jokerized??#the answer’s always yes btw. ain’t none of the bat kids gonna eat fries without extra seasoning. more seasoning=more happiness.#except for Bruce and Tim those white “salt is spicy’’ ass fuckers.

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otaku553 · 4 months

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I just want u to know that your art is my comfort art, I love looking at it whenever I’m feeling meh or tired, like right now lol.

Since I see that you seem to enjoy the ASL trio, I recommend reading don’t bury me with gold by anonymous on ao3. I think you’d like it, considering how you described your love for Sabo a few posts ago! It’s a Sabo-centric fic too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25577467/chapters/62072158

HI HELLO YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE

this is one of my favorite fics in the entire fandom actually. Holy shit. It’s funny that you should recommend it because I have ranted about it nonstop to my friends for a while about it

The characterization of Sabo is just so perfect in this???? The thing is that in canon, Sabo doesn’t end up having to choose between his nobility and being a revolutionary, mostly because his ties to his nobility are already cut by his amnesia, but also because he has no reason to remain a noble in the first place beyond the leverage they try to hold over him. Sabo as a world noble however Cannot leave his situation because it is the way he is the most useful to the revolutionaries.

Also their deconstruction of the way the world nobles operate and how they choose successors among the nobles is excellent. The fact that they actively look for those who are able to see outside of the conditioning they have applied to their children to have them lead and uphold their corrupt institution is so interesting?? Not to mention Sabo’s entire struggle between his morality and his nobility and how in this he is surrounded by a scenario that makes it all the harder to uphold his morality and how there are times when he does actually feel the need to make Imu or the elders proud and just ughhghshdghsdgjsdg

I love everything about this fic and I wish there were more of it lmao I went on a spree after this fic of looking for more sabo-centric fics that placed him in an inescapable position as a noble but nothing hits quite as hard as this fic

#thank you for the compliments and the fic rec!!!#I’ve exhausted a decent amount of the sabo fics because I’ve gone through and just filtered his character tag lmao #chances are if it’s got over…. 800? kudos I’ve already read it #but please feel free to send more fic recs I am always looking for more good fics to read #im happy to know that my art can serve as a comfort also :)))#if it’s any additional comfort #answering these asks with little doodles is my little comfort thing when I start feeling existential or slightly depressed #so in a sense it’s kind of mutual :)

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not-poignant · 4 months

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Hi Pia! You said that you need another vacation after this vacation, so I am not sure, how puppy situation, even if it partual custudy, affecting you ( may be you in panic when he is there and then recovering when he is not, and then round and round? ), but really, If you need another vacation, I hope you know we will be here to support you for it!

It's been nearly 4 weeks now since we got Toby so I feel like I can talk about this with a bit of a clear head.

(Talk of like an actual PTSD meltdown beneath the read-more, including self-harm mention - nothing graphic. There's zero obligation for anyone to read this, especially for folks who don't think authors should ever be honest about being people with issues):

So, I've been kind of quiet about aspects of this, but I have like severe treatment-resistant PTSD and C-PTSD, and puppies specifically are one of my triggers (especially if I'm responsible for them). The reason for that is kind of awful, and I don't really want to talk about some of the things I've experienced/been through that led to that, so let's just move onto the next part. You're kind of right anon, there has been panic while he is here lol.

As a result, I had a severe meltdown the first time I tried to adopt a dog many years ago now. Could not last 24 hours, needed weeks/months to recover.

But I've always wanted to share my life with a dog and I've been in a somewhat better space over the past year or so, and I thought I could maybe handle it better. I told myself 'if I can just get through that 24 hours I'll realise it's okay and it will all work out.' Anon I cannot tell you where this thinking came from, but it was wrong. Idk why past me was kind of naive enough to think this way but here we are.

No, after that 24 hours, it got temporarily better, and then I slammed into consecutive meltdowns, each one worse than the next, until the people around me were afraid for my life. I am still recovering from some of the harm I inflicted on myself during the last three weeks and likely will be for some time to come. The combination of a really intense PTSD relapse, as well as not being able to handle (as an AuDHD person) intense changes to my schedule basically compounded and I broke.

I made the decision to rehome Toby, and first contacted the people around me. Glen's mum said she wanted a dog, and had been specifically looking into dogs like Toby anyway, and so we decided this would be best because then I could still be involved (I love Toby to pieces).

After getting some space, I finally started to adjust, and have gone back to having Toby about 4~ days a week, with a view to going to about 6 days, with one day spent with my mum, or Glen's mum.

Today is the first day I was able to handle having him on my own for around 9.5 hours. And I'm here and able to write about it, so that's progress. He'll be here all day Sunday, and then Tues-Weds-Thurs-Friday. And from there a decision will be made as to where I'm at with my mental health etc.

I'm a bit more hopeful now that I might be able to keep him, but my PTSD is still very very bad. I'm having some nights where I'm simply not sleeping until 7.30am (even if he's not here), and my hypervigilance is crazy. Like, I am having so many auditory flashbacks it's stupid. So this is why I've been saying this break hasn't been very restful or productive. Because my mental health tanked like I detonated a landmine inside myself.

I didn't actually plan the two week break for Toby! That was just a coincidence honestly.

Unfortunately I have a lot of health conditions that respond very poorly to stress, so I'm dealing with those now too. And then additionally, in all of this, I had a breast scan / mammogram / ultrasound that has confirmed a suspicious lump I found a couple of months ago (breast cancer runs in the family), and I suspect I'm going to need a biopsy. I'll find out on Monday if that's the case. That's been in the background and hasn't been helping.

There's some other stuff going on that's not really worth talking about because these are the main things, but that's a good picture I think. It turns out 'just getting through the first 24 hours' doesn't magically make a severe PTSD trigger go away. And that forced exposure is not 'exposure therapy' - that's just reinforcing a trigger.

Anyway! I feel like I'm through the worst of it, and I am seeing glimpses of how my life could be richer if I keep getting through this. But...that's why I think another break. *smiles tiredly.* I have to wait a bit now for the PTSD / C-PTSD symptoms to settle down, and I also need to see what's kind of worsened after this. Realistically, with a relapse to this degree, it could take between 3-6 months to really start recovering, or to at least get back to where I was before December.

I hope with all my heart I can get there with Toby by my side. I love him so much.

(I want to add that Toby has never ever been in a position of harm at any point, and in fact I probably put myself in harm's way for his sake, because I wanted to provide solid continuity of care - in case anyone was worried about that).

Er so yeah! But I've picked up my writing again this week and have been able to do some like...things I'd been neglecting, and I feel more human again, I just hope I get some sleep tonight

#asks and answers #personal #tobermory the cavoodle #that's also why i haven't always consistently been sharing photos #realistically he's spent about 4 days away from us?#and that alone has been enough to kind of help me sort my head out #when i realised it was PTSD that helped too #because i've been able to spot the severe hypervigilance for what it is #and sometimes just being able to name a thing helps #and finally intensive training with toby #has adjusted some of his behaviours very quickly #and he is now a very calm and well-behaved dog already #we just need to do more separation training and then i think i will finally start #settling a bit more #our vet's super happy with where he's at #but...um...you know it's never nice to make your mum cry #because she's scared for you :(#administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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hephaestuscrew · 1 year

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#Wolf 359 #w359 #I hadn't done a poll yet #even though that kind of thing scratches a particular itch in my brain #so I've decided to do an extremely on-brand one #Hard to choose the moments #but I tried to do a bit of a mix of angsty and heartwarming scenes #cos thinking about them is always a bit of both for me #and I tried to have a bit of a spread across episodes #I'd love it if people wanted to share their reasons for their answers #(in comments tags or asks)#I've got a suspicion about which will win but I'm happy to be proved wrong #Doug Eiffel #Renée Minkowski #Wolf 359 spoilers #w359 spoilers #Eiffel & Minkowski #the empty man posteth

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nyehilismwriting · 1 year

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Hey! I wanted to ask for your advice. I was a minor part of the IF community, specifically the COG community, back in 2020. Mostly as a reader, but I dabbled in sharing some of my own writing too. For... reasons we are both well aware of, both in regards to COG, the larger IF community, and the start of COVID I eventually quietly left. Now, three years later, I've been quietly picking up writing IF again as a way to share my story with others. I was wondering if you think, in your opinion, it's worth officially re-joining the IF community on tumblr. On one hand, I feel like things have improved in that the larger community has matured (somewhat). I would like to make more friends, get advice, and maybe even share some more of my art. On the other hand, my project as it stands is... very non-traditional compared to a lot of other IFs (IE: No character customization, no romance, focus on a singular story with emphasis on worldbuilding, etc.). So I don't know if I would even be able to build a community around it even if I did officially rejoin.

I've followed your blog since 2020, including Project Hadea (although I think I originally started following you for your urban fantasy project, although I cannot for the life of me remember if that was you or another author!), and thought I'd come to you for your advice.

I chose to send this ask publicly so that you could choose to answer it privately, if you wished, since it is a longer ask. But I'm okay with you posting it publicly if you would like to! Additionally, no pressure or obligation to respond. Have a nice day!

hi there!! thank you for thinking of me - and welcome back! i'm glad to hear you've been writing again<3 it's such a good feeling, especially when you haven't been able to be creative for a while.

i think i'll start by addressing your game itself. personally, I think this community could do with some new blood in the form of games that are non-traditional; some of the best IFs I've played, ones that have really stuck with and inspired me, have been ones without romance, or cc, or otherwise outside of the typical format that gets popular on tumblr. honestly, i think we could all stand to get a little weirder with it. having said that, there is a very clear type of game that gets popular on tumblr (long-form, narrative-driven, usually with romance, usually with some kind of emphasis on character creation), so if you're a number-go-up kind of person (or someone who is susceptible to that mindset), I would be braced for your audience to remain small, particularly when you're just starting out.

that's not necessarily a bad thing. while I do agree with you that this community has grown and changed shape a lot since the late 2010s, and in a lot of ways for the better, it's definitely not perfect. I can't, in good conscience, say that this is the friendliest or most comfortable community: lots of people are absolutely lovely, and very very kind and enthusiastic; however, and this is absolutely not limited to IF but endemic to any online community, there are ongoing issues with Boundaries, and Respect, and the ways people interact with work and authors they're fans of. certainly, when you share your work you're giving up some control, but it's hard to predict exactly how that's going to go, and how the audience are going to react.

not saying this to put you off, but it's something I think everyone needs to be aware of before deciding to share. it's good to remember that you're not beholden to anyone. this is tumblr dot come, and you're quite free to start a blog, decide it's not for you, and delete; you're free to turn off anon, or asks altogether, or to never post anything save for updates; this is not a corporate space (and while there are considerations if you plan to open a patreon etc, but if we're just talking tumblr) and you are not obligated to do or provide anything you haven't promised.

my other bit of advice - and i think one of the ways to keep any interactions as pleasant as possible - is to be honest, and transparent, and manage expectations. if you make it clear what kind of game you're writing, you're less likely to get people who are disappointed that it's not what they were expecting and taking it out on you. likewise, setting boundaries is important.

i can't really tell you if it's 'worth' rejoining: i've definitely questioned if it's worth it, myself. i've seen some people, ostensibly in the same community as me, doing and saying things i find utterly reprehensible, and i've made some incredibly close friends who i adore and wouldn't give up for the world. and, after all, i am still here and answering asks, so i can't hate it that much. communities are made up of people, and like any group, there's gonna be people you can't stand and people you can. it's about finding your corner, and making it a bearable space for yourself.

i can't tell you if you'll have a positive or negative experience; I can't tell you how to control that. all i can say is that this is an online community, and ultimately you can control when and how interactions occur.

finally - again, i'm glad you're writing again! if you decide not to step back into the IF scene on tumblr, there's plenty of devs who keep purely to itch.io or the cog forums and seem to do fine; sharing your game does not necessarily mean sharing anything else. do what makes you most comfortable <3

#i hope this is...helpful #it's not a simple answer; personally i am proud of the work i have done and the interactions i have had #and i definitely can't leave a glowing review for the IF community as a whole but i have my friends and i have my game #and i am happy with those things #there's also always discord servers - the interact-if server might be a place to start if you're looking for more immediate interactions #pyrrouge #long post #anyway i'm flattered you thought of me and i hope this gives you some kind of. idk. something to think about #even if it doesn't fully answer the question

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