#I think I won't be writing about another dinner for at least three days

[morallyinept]

Frankie's Way - A Francisco Morales One Shot

Summary: When Santi turns up at Fish's door with a lofty proposal, you can't help but see red at the thought of losing your man again. My version of a possible TF2 opener.

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No physical description of reader, it's you, bub.)

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Explicit: Oral (F receiving) because Frankie is king/ fingering. Some mild violence towards the end. Nothing heavy.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me - you’ve been plenty warned. 

Authors Note: So, listen. I got to thinking, based off of this ramble about the TF2 news yesterday, and in typical Jett fashion, my brain conjured up a scene in where Santi arrives to rope Frankie into the mission, when I was trying to get some shut eye last night. And I couldn't not write it down.

You can also thank @missredherring for this, because I couldn't stop thinking about her added scene with Frankie's missus' part in it too.

There's some mild Spanish. I've not included any translations because there's not a lot, and it's easy enough to Google.

Enjoy! 🖤

MASTERLIST

"She's finally asleep..." Frankie says to you, his voice low and gravelly, as he pulls the door gently behind him.

He rubs his palms listlessly and hovers by the door like a Rottweiler ready to take up a solid position to be on guard there all night. And he would, but you won't allow him to. The separation will be good for him.

"She'll be fine. C'mon, Papi." You tug him by the arm gently as he glances back at the small crack, listening for any snuffle or gurgle that his daughter would make. The fraught, yet forlorn look on his face tugs at your heartstrings, but you're resolute in dragging him to the kitchen. 

It's been a long, arduous process; getting him to put her down in the crib to sleep. More often than not, you've pushed the door open, wondering why he's not in bed with you, to see him on the chair with Gigi asleep on his chest and him dozing off with an uncomfortable crick in his neck that would make him grumpy the next day.

But you miss your man; the absence of him lately in more ways than one. And Gigi needs to learn to sleep without the cradle of her father's protective arms.

It's early in the evening, the sky marred by the onslaught of rain that's been pittering for most of the day, and after some dinner, for which he has a second helping, you and Frankie are curled up on the couch with some modern western love story on in the background about a cowboy and a sheriff.

But you're not paying attention to it. No. Frankie's soft, pliable body is on top of yours gently nipping indented tracks in your neck.

Your fingers scooch down around the hem of his shirt and stroke the soft paunch there that seems more pudgy these days.

You pinch it and he groans with a smile. "Didn't know Gigi had another sibling on the way." You tease and he nips harder on your skin making your toes curls deliciously.

"No te burles de mi, querida." Frankie's hands come up and rub your stomach. He pulls up your shirt and plants kisses on the skin now ribboned with faint stretch marks. "Maybe you need another one putting in here."

"No. We're tying a knot in it until she's at least three." You giggle and he chuckles with a breathy grizzle back.

You knock the damn cap off of his head, dragging him closer to you by the curls around his ears. His lips find yours and you breathe out, a gentle sigh wafting into his mouth.

It's been too fucking long. And Frankie's been a rock. He's stepped up, even when you had your doubts, your concerns.

Even when he went off on his wild goose chase to wherever the fuck it was he went with the boys, leaving you knocked up with swollen ankles and a constantly aching back, and returned even more worse for wear than he was before he left.

You were worried that he'd sink again, that he'd slip from your fingers into a pile of the cloudy, white stuff, but surprisingly he hadn't let go of his sobriety. He hadn't. He'd held onto that milestone coin he kept in his pocket, pulling out to squeeze it in his fist when things got dark.

And things were dark for a while.

He came back, different. Withdrawn. With secrets and a fellow man down. He never told you what happened exactly on that trip. What happened to Tom. Didn't want to talk about it. And you didn't poke the bear.

At Redfly's funeral he and the boys seemed... strained. Distant. No more fight nights and beers after watching Benny clobber faces in the ring. No more barbecues and football at Will's place. Santi was missing from the service. And Frankie never brought it up.

Instead, he threw himself into finishing the crib and painting little ducklings on the walls in the nursery, which weren't really ducks, more so fuzzy chicklets in golden yellow acrylic puffs. Dabbed lopsided on the wall by a man who was far from a skilled artist, but you loved them nonetheless.

He went to work relentlessly; unlimited overtime in a small chop shop in town, fixing up used engine parts and bringing home money that despite the long hours, still didn't seem like it lasted very long.

You'd cut back. No more manicures. No more expensive brands, opting for the cheaper ones on the bargain shelves in the grocery store. No more bar nights and Frankie was home with you almost constantly.

And yet, you'd never been so far apart.

Waking in the night when Gigi would kick your stomach like running a touchdown, his side of the bed was empty. Cold. You'd find him sat in the overgrown garden, which he kept meaning to mow, with a warm, flat beer staring out at the sky, only moving to walk you back to bed. Or on the couch asleep with the luminescence of the TV casting shadows over his worn face.

Frankie was ageing in front of you, faster than you it appeared, and you longed to carry some of that load that he was so insistent he manage by himself.

It made you question everything. Long nights spent alone, even though his ghost was there in the house ruminating with you somewhere, you had never felt more alone.

Clutching the globe of your bulging stomach, you wondered if it would be better to just walk away. Anything was better than this.

But it all changed when Gigi was born.

Frankie was there puffing through the breaths with you as you screamed into his face that this was all his fault. The pain, oh God the pain was... worth it. When she came out, it was like something in Frankie pulled back and peeled open to reveal bruised flesh.

He held that tiny, gooey bundle in his arms and cried. Cried harder than you have ever seen a grown man weep. You're convinced he was letting something else go too that day. And you're glad he did.

Since then, he hadn't put her down. As far as father's go, he's the best. He'd been the one to feed her during the night so you could sleep some more. The one to change her diapers so you could eat the banana pancakes he'd made for you. He pushed the pram down the aisles at the grocery store cooing at her, and grabbing a stuffed animal each time that he said she would love.

Even though you couldn't really afford it. Even though the pile at the end of her crib was bigger than the Matterhorn and threatened to crush her in its ply softness. But seeing them bond over a stupid, six-dollar stuffed giraffe made you smile.

He doted, stepped up. He seemed like Frankie again.

But yet there was still an ache between you. Needs and wants for Frankie to put his hands over you again; to put his mouth on you the way he used to. You needed him. God, you fucking wanted him after watching how he always was with Gigi. That paternal instinct of his making you crazy and now, you were determined to have him. It had been too fucking long.

If Gigi woke and cried you were determined to just let her work through it herself. You needed your man to hold you, to tell you he still loved you. To make you come for him as he held you down by the wrists and pumped you full of that love. 

"Hermosa," Frankie whined as your hand slipped down to the obvious bulge straining against his denim and squeezed gently. You'd missed the weight of him, how he would pack out your throat as he fucked it. Your mouth salivated, remembering the taste of him.

Gasping into you, his kisses became heated, desperate.

Frankie drew back, those big browns regarding you as you fingered through his greying scruff that was wild and patchy. His curls more wayward and unruly. His tan skin a little more plump around his cheeks and eyes. God, he was fucking beautiful.

Kissing the tips of your fingers delicately and sucking your thumb into his mouth, you became aware of his hands undoing your jeans. He tugged gently, pulling your panties with them all the way down your legs as he slid them off. Oh, thank God.

His eyes dropped to your centre, to that seam that glistened and called to him. He'd missed it. Yearned for it, but each time the wave of lust came, the tiredness crushed it out of him. He can't remember the last time he came. Even knocking one out in the shower seemed like a distant memory he couldn't recall.

He licked his lips, lowering himself down further on the couch, groaning as the swell of him brushed against the cushions and made his hips jerk into them.

He eyed you as he kissed up your thighs gently, delicately. His large hands on them and splaying you apart further. Your cunt lips unsticking from each other, opening as wide as he wanted you.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," Frankie husked. He ran his nose up the side of your inner thigh and revelled in your quaking. Your hands twisted inside of his crown, snaking through his hair, and tugging at it.

"Frankie," you whined as he drew close again, his breath cooling your heat. "Need you..." you murmured, contorting in your agony.

"I know, baby. I've missed this pussy so much."

Another kiss on your thigh. One more just above your clit and you feel it then; the graze of his fuzzy chin and whine out - a little too loudly.

Frankie smirks then immediately stills; listening out for Gigi.

"She's asleep." You remind him and he nods, accepting it, albeit reluctantly.

"Use this." He tosses a cushion up towards you and you press it to your mouth anyway. You groan out into its marshmallow fibres as he licks a fat stripe with a flat tongue all the way up your pussy.

Your thighs buck and tremble and his hands flatten them still. He breathes out as he runs his tongue around his mouth, savouring the taste of you. Remembering.

He pulls you apart, spreading your lips to reveal your drenched hole and engorged clit.

"Mmm," he strangles a groan. He suckles on it gently, swirling his tongue around and around and your squeals into the cushion are ragged and howling.

"Fuck!" He hears you gasp as he suctions his lips around your bud and sucks on it deeply.

His tongue traverses the hilt of it, the spongy flesh so tasty and sugary in his mouth. He licks down, flicking up and catching your clit, then dipping at the very entrance to your hole where he teases out more of your slick to swallow and circles around again on that bundle of nerves. Driving you utterly fucking crazy as he feasts between your legs like a man starved. And he has been, starved of you.

Your back is arching, your thighs are shaking as the puffs of warm air from Frankie's nostrils on your mound become scorching. He dives in fully; tongue sliding down into your hole, nose pressed to your clit and hums in satisfaction as he fucks it.

"F-Frankie!" You're biting at the cushion now, tearing it apart with razor teeth as your orgasm peeks it head out from around the hill. Hello, old friend. Thrashing and gasping for air that doesn't quite fill your lungs. That tightness in your belly; that heavy feeling of dread and worry, seems to melt away as he sucks it all out of you.

You've needed this, this release. This comfort and reassurance from him; this confirmation of desire that he still wants you, still finds you sexy now that your body has changed from childbirth. Fuck, you've needed it for so long and now that he's finally giving it to you, it's too much.

You feel the glittered heat of the sun burn your face, blinding you. Your body feels floaty; your eyes heavy as they roll back into your skull and you fully let go.

His hand reaches up to clasp yours. Thick, calloused fingers interlocking tightly with yours. You squeeze back as he rubs his thumb over the hilt of your knuckles. It's okay, baby.

It's him. The reassurance that you've desperately needed for so long. You've needed Frankie. You've needed his mouth, his tongue, his cock. His love. It's enough to make your eyes water. It's okay.

You blink and tears fall as Frankie still tongues your orgasm out of you and into his wanting mouth. He lets go of your hand and charges back to your clit, watching it for a second as it pulses of its own accord. He knows it's so sensitive right now so he licks it gently. A little flick. A little kiss. A soft little blow of his breath. But your body jolts like you've been Tasered. Crushed by a tidal wave.

He slips two fingers inside you; you feel them fill you and stretch you. He curls them in just the right way and already it's unbearable.

"You've got another one," he says nodding when you shake your head. "Give it to me. Eres tan jodidamente, hermosa."

His chin is sticky, shiny. A string of your slick caught in his scruff that shimmers in the TV light like a diamond.

Your reach for him, bring it to your tongue and lick it up. You taste so good from Frankie's moustache. His tongue darts into your mouth as you whimper. His fingers fucking deep and against that spot that makes your back arch and your cunt clench around him.

He steadies you with his other hand against your lower back, pulling you closer, deeper onto his fingers.

You want him. You want him inside of you, filling you up with another baby. Want him fucking the shit out of you and peppering your face with those feral growls when he comes.

You nip on his bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth as you gasp and tense. Your thighs shudder, your hands fist in his plaid collar. Your forehead crushes into his as you gush over his fingers sliding harder in and out of you. "That's it, like that. So fucking hot." He croons.

He pushes them in deeper, harder against your spot and you lose your shit entirely. He kisses you to silence your scream. Swallowing down muffled chokes of his name. Of your pleasure. Of your undying love for your Catfish.

He pulls out those shiny digits gently; thumb caressing your clit as you jolt and shake from the overstimulation. You giggle and he smiles at you, and it's like flying too close to the sun.

You can only watch, destroyed and without a functioning brain, as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean; humming in satisfaction as he tastes you again.

You're about to reach for his painfully hard cock; free it from his jeans when a loud knock on the door makes you both jump back to reality.

"Who t'fuck is that?" Frankie hisses, jumping up. He reaches for his cap on the floor as you reach for your jeans, a flush warming your cheeks.

The knock comes again, louder this time and the panic in Frankie's eyes swarm at you.

"They'll fucking wake the baby!" He growls, storming out the lounge and towards the front door. You smile at his protectiveness. Gigi's a lucky girl.

He wipes at his mouth, his chin frantically. The slick of your cunt like oil in his facial hair that won't dilute. He can smell you all over his face and his cock knows it too by the way it throbs.

Frankie yanks the front door open, ready to clock the son of a bitch hammering on it, but is stunned into inaction as Santi stands before him, drenched, on the other side.

"Hermano." Santi says, a small, but wary smile on the crack of his lips.

Frankie's frozen momentarily, but then yields as he steps out into the rain-soaked porch barefooted and envelopes Santi in his arms. Santi hugs him back, fists clasped together around his compañero's broad back as they both laugh in some jarred disbelief.

"Demasiado tiempo, hermano," Frankie sighs.

Your smile dissipates when you hear a familiar voice seeping in through the hall. No. He wouldn't dare. No fucking way.

"Shit. Look at you." Santi says, knocking Frankie's chin playfully as he blushes.

Frankie turns to invite him in, but Santi's stopped by your fist colliding with his jaw.

"You motherfucker!" You screech at him.

The thud against his face stuns Santi for a moment. Benny taught you how to throw a decent right hook well, it seems.

"Whoa!" Frankie holds you back; thick arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground as you scramble fiercely like Scrappy-Doo. You're yelling and cursing obscenities; jumbled Spanish words that don't make any sense. Frankie shushes you, but you don't care if Gigi wakes. No. You just want to kill Santi as you battle through the red mist.

"Easy, baby. Easy." Frankie reassures you.

"You've got some fucking nerve." You bite to Santi when Frankie puts you down finally as you still.

Santi rubs at his jaw and nods. "I'm sorry, cariño." Those tired and weary brown eyes of his bore into you sincerely, and you feel your shoulders release some of the wrangled tension, albeit unwillingly.

You want to hate him. Make him suffer for dragging Frankie away on whatever stupid fucking mission it was that made him come back withdrawn and empty. That made you almost lose him. You want to loathe Santi for always showing up and throwing chaos into Frankie's life when he finds some bearing.

You want to, you really want to, but you can't. Because Frankie loves him, and you do too, despite yourself.

"Asshole." You sneer to him, folding your arms.

"I missed you too." Santi smiles lightly.

The three of you stand there, in the rain, unmoving. Mute. Just stunned by Santi on the porch. He adjusts his heavy backpack on his shoulder, rainwater dripping from his eyelashes.

Frankie speaks first. "You're back then?"

Santi shakes his head. "No. Not permanently."

"So, this is a social call, is it?" You question shivering as the damp takes up root in your shirt.

"I need you, Fish." Santi begins and you immediately shake your head. You know what that means. Whenever Santiago 'Pope' Garcia needs something it's always an offer that comes with a heavy price.

"No." You confirm vehemently. "No."

"Baby." Frankie stiffens his voice, hissing.

It quells you as you shake your head viciously. "I'm not losing you again." You say to him.

"You never will." Frankie assures. He turns to Santi. "What do you need?" He asks, his chin cocking towards his oldest friend; his fellow comrade. The man that both he, and you, know that Frankie will do anything for.

Santi fishes in his pocket and pulls out some crumpled bit of paper. Placed inside Frankie's palm, he reads a couple of sets of numbers.

"Co-ordinates?"

Santi nods. "Will and his numbers, man."

"Is this for real?" Frankie asks. "Don't be making this shit up, not after-"

"It's real." Santi confirms.

"Fuck." Frankie breathes through the catch in his throat.

He's dreamt of this. Conjured up his own plans for a mission on how he could possibly birth this into fruition. He'd do it right. No fuck ups. A hard out if he needed to.

But he always came up empty because he had no fucking clue where it was exactly they'd left all that dirty money. Wrestling constantly with his own regret. His own stupidity; his own morals at agreeing to give his share of the money they had brought back to Tom's family. It was the right thing to do. A small consolation to those girls without a daddy anymore. Yeah.

But a part of him still hated himself on the daily for it. Hated how he couldn't make life better for you. Hated how you both had to struggle and just get by on his paltry income doing something he loathed now, not flying anymore, when his hands had held millions in them once.

Frankie takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair and plonks it back on and sighs. You watch as Frankie retreats to the step and sits himself down on it with a wet thud.

"What is it?" You question. Frankie looks up at you, eyes molten and reluctant. But he can't keep this from you anymore.

"We're going to get it. We need you." Santi presses.

"We? You sweettalked Benny and Will already?" Frankie confirms nodding. Of course he had.

"All of us have to go back. Together." Santi confirms. "Need my best pilot."

Frankie snickers, his shoulders rising and falling as he absorbs it, works through the possibilities. The successes. The simplicities. The mourning of leaving you alone again. Of leaving Gigi. Even for just one night seems unbearable.

You stand there, toes numbing out to the cold and wet as Frankie looks up at you earnestly.

He speaks to Santi, but looks at you. Eyes locked on yours. "I've got the baby now. I have to come back. We can't fuck this up."

You start to sink a little. But Frankie's eyes confirm to you that whatever this is, it's worth the risk.

Santi nods too. "In and out. No-one knows it's there but us."

You shake your head slowly, but Frankie nods once at you. It's okay, baby. We're gonna be okay.

Frankie turns to Santi and stands. "Whatever plan you have, scrap it. We're doing this my fucking way or not at all. You hear me?"

MASTERLIST

Gah! I am excited at the prospect of a Frankie part 2 in a possible TF2! Hope you enjoyed this! Re-blogs & comments fuel me. Ta muchly! 🖤

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[mingtinys]

Silent Cry

pairing : jung wooyoung x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort , a lil fluff if u squint

warnings : language , themes of depression and isolation , nudity (not explicit or detailed) , just heavy content in general

word count : 3.5 k

requested ? no

a/n : this one has been sitting in the drafts for quite some time as i just never felt good enough about posting it as it's a little different from what i usually write about . but i did promise a wooyoung fic , so here it is !! (and yes , this fic was slightly inspired by the skz song)

It's not often you find yourself angry beyond reason, in fact, you'd like to think yourself a rather patient individual. But at the end of the day, a rather shitty one at that, there's only so much you can excuse or find reason with. Only so much silence and disrespect you can take before something inside you snaps and pushes down the logical side of your brain that's desperately trying to convince you "there's gotta be a good reason, Wooyoung would never purposely ignore you." Bullshit.

If he didn't want to go out tonight? Fine. That's not your issue. But standing you up without, at the very least, a courtesy call? You've wracked your brain all day, and there's just not much you can think of to justify the utter embarrassment and betrayal he put you through tonight. So you let your rage carry you the entire thirty-minute walk from your usual restaurant to the dorms and wait to be let in.

Not that there was much to begin with, your expectations having been severely degraded for the night, but the last twinge of hope you'd allowed to fester dies when your aggressive knocks on the KQ dorms summon San in leu of Wooyoung. He looks startled, but moreover just exhausted. "Y/N," He breathes out a greeting, quickly waving you inside. You don't quite pick up on it at first, but he sounds almost relieved to see you.

"Is he here?" You ask immediately, stepping into the empty area of the living room, between the TV stand and L–shaped couch. Yunho and Yeosang are there too, they peer at you through solemn eyes and let out their own sighs, matching San.

Yeosang rubs at his face, pulling the skin as he drags his palms down until they slip from his jaw and land in his lap. "Wooyoung? He's in his room."

You scoff, "That asshole–"

It's Yunho who moves first, standing and catching your arm before you can storm off to confront the object of your frustration.  "Woah, wait, what's going on?" It takes everything in you not to yank your arm from his gasp. You're mad at Wooyoung, not Yunho, you remind yourself.

"He's been ignoring me for the past three days and now he's missed our date night." You explain with a huff. Yunho drops your arm and looks between San and Yesoang. Their glances are far too knowing and not enough explaining, it irks you even further.

"What? Am I missing something here?"

Your impatience prompts another glance between the three boys before San finally elects himself to speak. "He won't really talk to us either," San frowns. "He's been acting kind of . . . weird."

"We got snapped at when we tried to offer grabbing dinner together earlier." Though Yeosang sounds just about as annoyed as you, there's something more behind his eyes that sends a pang through your heart. Worry? Helplessness? Guilt, perhaps? You try not to read too much into it.

"Well, he doesn't get to be an asshole about it."

"I agree," The group nods at your statement. "But listen, don't be too hard on him, alright? I don't think he's feeling too great." Yunho chooses his words with surgical-like precision. The phrase "I don't think he's feeling too great" sticks in your mind and leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

"Noted." With that, you turn on your heels and start down the hall to Wooyoung's room, no one intervenes or follows this time.

You rasp three times on the wooden door with your knuckles, and thrice more when your first attempt yields no response. It's just silence, and after an internal debate between impatience and hesitancy, you reach for the knob and twist.

The door only opens but a few inches when a loud huff resonates through the pitch-black room. "I told you guys to leave me alone," Wooyoung croaks, his voice raspy and raw.

You ignore his request and allow yourself in anyways, shutting the door behind you and enveloping the room in near darkness. The poor lighting situation unfortunately doesn't do much in terms of masking the clutter you're faced with upon second glance. Various piles of clothes are haphazardly strewn about, making the room feel more like a maze than a habitable environment. Open and unfinished food containers cast a rather unpleasant aroma that clings to your olfactory senses and causes your nose to scrunch up involuntarily.

Wooyoung himself lays in bed, wrapped in a thick cocoon of blankets with his back turned to the door. A faint glow highlights the portions of his face visible to you and you can just barely pick up on a popular TikTok audio playing on a loop over the hum of the A/C unit.

You stop a few feet from him. "Oh, so your phone is working. Good to know."

Wooyoung's head whips around with lightning speed, eyes blown wide with surprise. "Y/N? Why are you here?"

You roll your eyes at his incredulous expression. "Do you have any idea what day it is?"

He thinks for a moment, hazy eyes scanning the room, and then you. He blinks once, twice, a third time. "Thursday?"

"It's Saturday, Wooyoung."

"Oh."

He visibly deflates, sinking further into the safety of his blanket and flipping back to his side, leaving you to spill your grievances to the back of his head. "Is that all you have to say? I waited alone for you to show up for nearly two hours, and all you have to say is 'oh.'?"

"I'm sorry." He doesn't sound it. "I'm not really sure what else you want me to say."

Your fists ball up at your sides with how apathetic he is. It's just so unlike him, giving you the cold shoulder as opposed to greeting you with eager kisses and excited giggles. A knot ties itself tightly in your gut and twists uncomfortably. You uncurl your fingers and wriggle them, trying to release the built-up tension. Forcing a calmness into your voice that honestly, you aren't sure how you manage, you speak.

"Woo, why are you being like this?" You cross your arms over your chest, preparing to protect yourself from another very likely short response from your boyfriend. "You could have at least told me you weren't coming, or texted to let me know you were okay. . ."

He huffs again. "Fine. I'm sorry I flaked. I'm an asshole, I get it. Now please leave, I'm not in the mood."

It should make you even angrier. His complete disregard for how he's talking to you, the careless attitude he uses to cover up whatever he's actually feeling. But you've known Wooyoung for too long, and something must be seriously wrong for him to behave how he is. The knot in your stomach coils even tighter and stretches into your chest, constricting your airways. You're starting to understand why Yeosang looked so worried.

You manage to suck down a deep breath that allows your prior frustration to dissipate just enough so you can keep a cool head, even if he can't. You choose your next words carefully, dropping your voice down to a patient whisper.

"I don't wanna leave without knowing you're okay, but if you say you are . . . then I'll believe you, I won't pry any further."

The room descends into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the increasingly rapid and jagged breathing of the boy in front of you. Something halfway between a choked sob and hiccup bubbles up from the confines of his throat. The uncharacteristic sound is worse than anything you've heard pass through his lips before. It nearly splits your heart right down the middle.

"Baby," you coax. "Tell me what you need and I'll do what I can." You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and rest your palm where his shoulder is just beneath the blanket, lightly squeezing to try and initiate some form of comfort.

Wooyoung crumbles all too quickly for what your heart can handle. He shrinks even further as he curls into a loose ball. One hand shoots out from under his fortress to grip yours that rests on his shoulder. He cradles your hand against his chest, holding on the way a frightened child would. Cry after cry tumbles from his lips in a wretched sound, something akin to that of shattering glass on cold tile.

"I don't know," he gasps out. "I don't fucking know!"

"Okay, okay," you coo, using your free hand to repeatedly comb through strands of his messy, unwashed hair. "It's okay." You aren't sure what to say, and you're terrified you'll say the wrong thing, so you opt for nothing at all. You simply let Wooyoung cry, trusting that eventually, he'll let you know what he needs, even if it's just the rest of the night alone.

You aren't sure how long the two of you sit in silence or when Wooyoung's sobs finally begin to taper out to sniffles. Though what he says next sends your heart plummeting to your stomach and snags the air from your lungs.

"I just wanna be good enough." He confesses.

Your fingers freeze in his hair as you try to process some type of response, but the best you can get out is "What do you mean?"

"I just. . . I just feel— like shit. Like a shit friend, a shit boyfriend, a shit idol, a shit person. I feel disgusting."

Realistically, you know there's nothing in the world you can say in this moment to relieve the anguish he feels. You can let praise after praise for him fall from your lips, but they'd never reach his ears. Not when he's already convinced himself he isn't worthy of them. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to at least try. Even if it only relieves a fraction of what he feels. And you think maybe if you can't heal his mind, you can at least make sure he's physically okay.

You give his hand that's still clutching yours to his chest a squeeze. "Why don't we make something to eat, hm? You must be hungry?" But he shakes his head.

"Some tea then? Water?" He shakes his head again.

"Baby, you gotta do something to take care of yourself."

Wooyoung lets out a shaky sigh, "I don't want them to see me, not like this." You piece together he must be talking about his members. Which means no venturing out to the kitchen for food or drinks.

"Okay, maybe a bath then?"

He thinks for a moment, but surprises you when he, albeit reluctantly, agrees. Maybe he's caught on that you won't be giving up until he does at least something. Maybe he's just trying to appease you so you'll stop pestering him. Or maybe he just genuinely wants to. Whatever the reason, you're happy for it.

You slip your hand from his grasp and whisper that you'll get the water started and for him to take all the time he needs. When the tub fills and bubbles form from the bath solution you poured in, you come back to find him unraveled from his nest of blankets and sitting on the edge of his bed. You smooth his hair back and he looks up at you with sad eyes.

"It's ready whenever you are. I'll give you some time to get undressed and settle in, okay?"

The way he nods is robotic and the glassy and distant reflection in his eyes drives daggers through your heart. You wonder if he even heard you, but then he meekly rises to his feet, rubbing at stiff joints on the way up. He disappears to the bathroom moments before two knocks resonate from the wooden door.

You open it by just a crack, fully preparing to shoo off whoever it is as per Wooyoung's wishes. But when you're met face to face with a disheveled red-eyed Yeosang, you don't have the heart to tell him to go away. So you take a quick peek to make sure Wooyoung is shut away in the bathroom before opening his door the rest of the way.

Yeosang peaks around the dim room. "Is Wooyoung okay?" He whispers.

You offer up as good of a smile as you can despite the circumstances. You're not sure you've ever seen Yeosang so concerned. "He will be," you assure. The blond boy in front of you nods and mumbles out his own affirmations of Wooyoung's well-being.

"Uh, I know he probably doesn't want the extra attention right now, but could you give him this for me?" Yeosang extends a water bottle and two bags of snacks for you to take. "Oh– and San asked me to give this as well." He untucks what looks like a stuffed dog from under his arm and hands it to you as well with the utmost care. "Shiber is his favorite, but San said he thinks Wooyoung needs him more tonight."

"I'll let him know," you speak softly and Yeosang nods, but doesn't leave. He just stands there, nervously looking around and shifting from side to side. "Are you okay?" You ask.

"He scares me when he's like this."

"It's happened before?"

Yeosang nods. "Not a lot, but sometimes he just gets too caught up in his own head and shuts everyone out. I know he'll be fine, he always is . . . But he's my best friend, you know? It hurts."

You nod, understanding exactly what he means. It's hard, watching someone you love struggle and not knowing how to help them. "Yeah, I know. If it's any solace, he did get out of bed." You check over your shoulder to make sure Wooyoung hasn't reappeared. "Hopefully washing up makes him feel a little better."

The information causes a sad smile to lift the corners of Yeosang's lips. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"I'll try to keep you updated or let you know if he needs anything."

Yeosang nods, "Please do."

The two of you say your goodbyes and you shut the door back as softly as possible before setting the items Yeosang brought on his bed and returning to the door of the bathroom. You knock a few times, making sure it's okay that you enter, to which you only receive a half-hearted hum as permission. You peer in and see the tub still remains untouched. Frowning, you step fully inside to find Wooyoung stood in front of his sink mirror, seemingly lost in thought as he stares at his reflection.

His t-shirt lays discarded on the counter, leaving him shivering in just his red plaid boxers. His eyes are sad as they roam over his own figure, lips pursed in a thin line, expression one of disappointment. He takes in a deep breath, chest puffing out as it fills with air and deflates seconds later. Trembling, he wraps his arms around his torso and drops his gaze to the porcelain sink.

You take it upon yourself to slip into the space between him and the mirror, effectively blocking his ability to look even if he wanted to. You tilt your head enough to gaze at him from below, finding his eyelids squeezed shut and his jaw tensed.

Wooyoung's breath hitches when you place a gentle palm on his cheek, but he relaxes into the warmth of it twice as fast. You lift his head, thumb working to rub half circles into the damp skin.

You press a feathery kiss to the space between his eyes, and the action causes them to flutter open. "Hi, my beautiful boy." His bottom lip quivers the tiniest amount.

"C'mon, it'll get cold if we wait too long, yeah?"

He nods and tries to take one last look in the mirror, but you keep his face from turning enough to do so and he doesn't even try to fight you on it. Your hand slips from his cheek and reaches out for his, taking it and leading him over to the steaming tub.

"I'll grab some towels for when you're done." You offer, though it's more of an excuse to give him some privacy while he finishes undressing and slips in. You can only imagine how vulnerable he feels right now and it only feels right to extend that courtesy.

When you return he's fully submerged, covered by the opaque and foamy water. "I set out some shampoo and stuff earlier, but if you need anything else just call out, okay?" You say, crouching beside the tub and using the edge of it to rest your hands for balance. "Would it be okay if I cleaned up your room a bit?"

Wooyoung thinks for a moment, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I won't if you don't want me to." You give him an out.

"Actually, um . . . Could you maybe just sit with me for a little? Please." His eyes flit back and forth between you and the still water.

"Of course," you whisper, using the tub's edge to push yourself to stand. You swiftly discard your own clothes and fold them up on the counter along with Wooyoung's. "Scoot up a bit," you instruct, and he does. Carefully, as to not splash any water, you step in and lower yourself into the warm liquid. Your back rests against the wall of the tub with Wooyoung positioned between your legs.

Taking a quarter-sized amount of shampoo in your palm, you begin lathering it into his hair and massaging his scalp. He stays silent while you work away, doing as you ask almost absent-mindedly when you guide him this way and that to rinse the products from his hair.

"Okay, lean back," you instruct one last time, guiding his head down to dip his hair in the water and cleanse it of conditioner.

"Thank you," he mumbles, turning his head a little bit to look at you. "You didn't have to do all that."

Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I didn't, but I wanted to."

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm so sor—"

"It's okay, I know." You mumble, lifting your head from its resting position just enough to press a kiss behind his ear. He relaxes slightly, and you continue. Peppering butterfly kisses down the side of his neck and to his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, the only noise a soft buzzing emitting from the fluorescent lights above. The warm water mixed with Wooyoung's even breaths work like a lullaby and you finally allow yourself a moment to relax. Your eyelids feel heavy, the stress of today's events finally catching up with your body. You rest against Wooyoung and continue to hold him, cheek smushed against his shoulder blade.

"It's okay if you want to go, I know you're probably tired." He suddenly speaks.

You hum against his skin, "I'm not leaving, not unless you ask me to."

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to, I can handle shit like this myself."

"That's the problem, Wooyoung." You sigh, not out of frustration or anything of the sort, but because your heart hurts for him and you're running out of ways to let him know you truly do want to help. "You're not a burden. Not to me, or Yeosang, or San, or Yunho— anyone. Why didn't you just tell us? You know we're there for you no matter what."

"I didn't know how," His voice breaks. "I don't like being like this. I hate who I am right now but I can't stop it!"

Wooyoung's shoulders tremble, and you can sense another pent-up wave of emotions ready to crest. "I just want to feel okay again," he sobs and you instinctively shift back, pulling him with you to recline. He sinks into the water a bit, head under your chin and resting against your chest. You reposition your arms for him to get comfortable, wrapping them around his midsection.

The final thread he'd been hanging on to finally snaps and Wooyoung completely shatters in your arms right then and there. His wails fill the room with perhaps the most heartbreaking sounds you've had the misfortune to hear. You hold him for what feels like hours, your own silent tears streaming steadily down your cheeks.

There's absolutely nothing you can say in that moment and you hate it. You hate feeling helpless, you hate that Wooyoung ever has to feel this way, and you hate the world for being so harsh to him. It isn't fair.

You can sit there and tell him everything that will be okay and kiss him better all you want, but at the end of the day, those are just empty dreams. It's ambitious to believe you alone could piece him back together in this moment. So you do the best you can, and just hold the broken pieces of him together so that none get lost. Even if they slice your skin and leave your hands bleeding, you'll make sure to handle them with the utmost care.

#wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung imagine #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung x you #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x you #wooyoung fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez x you

[just-my-type-x]

heyyy ummm,can you write something about brad keeps bailing the reader and missing their dates so they end up having steaming "make up sex" and then he does really sweet after care like run a bath and then brad apologizes when they're in cuddling ready to go to sleep x

Tit For Tat

I was feeling scandalous so i added some things to make the angst good. Hope u enjoy it ♥️

TW: unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

Y/N is an actress in here

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"I'm sorry, love, can't make it tonight. Late studio session, Tris was late.", i stare at the text message while looking around me. The whole restaurant is packed and i shrug in frustration, aware of how much time I've spent on the waitlist to get a dinner scheduled here. I don't even think I'm mad. I don't feel anything, but disappointment at this point.

I leave him on read and take my purse, looking for my wallet. Great thing i didn't think to leave it home, playing the Oh, Bradley, i forgot my wallet card, but it looks like i don't have a partner for this game. I call the waiter to my table and ask for the check. As he leaves, i see a familiar brownish curly hair, looking as disappointed as me. I wave at him and his smile lights up his whole face.

"Y/N! What a surprise!", Gavin says and hugs me on the side, taking a seat afterwards.

"I know! What are you doing here? And why the sad face?", i take one more sip of the white wine i ordered hours ago while waiting for Brad.

"I think i just got stood up", his smile fades for a second but his iconic smirk shows up again. "Why are you sad and alone in a fancy restaurant? With no more drinks around you at least", he laughs and tells the waiter to bring us 2 glasses of champagne instead of my check.

"I got stood up too, by my own boyfriend..", the last part is almost whispered and i look another way. Gavin gives me a questioning look, lifting one of his eyebrows. "Late studio session. So he says. I think they're just having more fun without me", i laugh, but it does feel like that sometimes.

"No way, there's no way he'd have more fun without you. You're amazing and he knows that. Maybe he's really busy right now. You know how schedules get messed up when you're also on set.", he assures me and taps me on the back of my hand.

"I don't know, Gav. It's something that keeps repeating. We see each other pretty rarely as it is, I've been free for three months and we only went to two dates. Two out of forty.", i throw a napkin in frustration.

"It's not my business to discuss this with you and you won't erase the past if you only tell me this stuff. Talk to him, tell him how you feel. All i can tell you is that as busy as he might be, you were way busier when you were working and still managed to go to dates with him and spend quality couple time."

I sigh at his words, knowing he's right. I never discussed this with Brad and i always assured him that we're fine and that we have all the time in the world to go on dates. I nod at Gavin and give him a smile.

"Thank you for that. I guess i just wanted to push the conversation away.", i shrug my shoulders

"Now, let's have fun", he takes another sip of champagne while looking thoroughly through the menu.

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The next day i wake up to an empty bed. I frown and check my phone to see any texts or calls from Brad, but nothing. When i got back home last night from the restaurant, Brad was still not home, so i didn't bother waiting for him, as i was already upset with him and angry.

I get out of the bedroom and relief fills my body as i see him making breakfast. I let out a breath, unaware of the uneasy feeling i had. I smile at him when he looks towards me and he does the same. We hug and give each other a good morning kiss.

"I didn't hear you when you got home last night", i take a bite of the bacon

"I know", he turns his back at me and flips the eggs. I frown.

"How was the studio session?", i ask, my intention of asking nicely fading with each word in the question. You can say i hold grudges.

"Good. We have 2 songs", Brad keeps his distance. "Did you have fun last night?", he asks as he pours the eggs on a plate and places the plate with force on the counter top, making the plate slide under my nose. I push the plate away from me.

"On the date you didn't bother to show up to? I had a blast", i sarcastically answer him, but it's not completely true, because at least i had good company.

"You didn't seem to need me", he eyes me for the second time this morning, his stare burning mine. He hits a glass on the counter top with the same force he had on the plate and pours himself orange juice.

"I'd like more information. What?"

"Oh, you don't know about your own date with Gavin? Your friend? Or should i extract myself from the equation?", Brad slaps his palms on the table and his head drops between his shoulders. "What happened last night, Y/N?"

He pulls out his phone on an Instagram page that posted a picture of me and Gavin at the table, both of us in our fancy clothes, sipping champagne close to midnight. The title said "Y/N Y/L/N all fancied up with new love interest Gavin Casalegno? The young costars were spotted last night in London's fanciest restaurant", i grab Brad's phone to read the caption. "Does love beat the movie? In their case, maybe. Source says they seemed to have fun and quote not a care in the world as they were sipping champagne and staring in each other's eyes all night. Follow us for more. " i shake my head in disapproval.

"Nothing happened, Bradley. I wanted to leave but Gavin showed up. We were in the same situation, our dates bailed on us", i get up from my chair and walk away from the kitchen. Brad scoffs behind me and follows me.

"Stop blaming me for that", he says and sits down on the couch next to me

"Why not? How many time did you ditch me in the past few months? Almost every time, Brad. This isn't normal. I work my ass off and sometimes i work more than you do, but i don't forget that we're a couple and i don't forget about my boyfriend!", i take a deep breath when I'm finished. Brad's eyes sadden. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it to sound like that", i look down at my lap, my hands intertwined.

"No, don't be", he takes my hands in his and sighs. "I didn't see things this way, love. I was so focused on coming out with new music that i didn't even realise how many times i ignored us.", he cups my face with his hand.

"It's alright. I just want more time with you, love, please. My upcoming project is going to take me away from home for four months, I'm just trying to spend as much time as i can with you.", he pulls me in a hug and i lay my head in the crook of his neck, kissing him.

"We're gonna be fine, love", he whispers and i raise my head to kiss him. Brad grabs the back of my head and pulls me even closer to him. I push him into the couch and i climb on his lap, never breaking the kiss and he groans when i sit myself on him. I moan when i feel his hard member underneath me. A smirk appears on his face and i kiss it away, his tongue pressing on mine hungrily, pulling on my pj top. I take it off and Brad takes his own t-shirt off, glueing our bodies together and switching positions. He kisses down my jaw and neck, leaving red marks on his way to my exposed chest. He cups both of my breasts and gives them a few squeezes, while his lips leave trails of kisses on my breasts, one at a time.

Brad moves lower, kissing and nibbling at the skin on my stomach, triggering a tickling sensation. I chuckle when he bites on the side of my hips, causing me to rise my hips towards him. The quick touch of my lower half with his upper body causes goosebumps on my skin and i let out a quiet moan, keeping my hips elevated.

"So eager", Brad's words are muffled, his face buried in my skin as he pulls my pj pants down. He smirks and looks at me with darken eyes, the sight of me not wearing any underwear pleasing him. I put on a proud smile.

"I know you love it when there aren't many inconveniences.", i drop my head back on the couch as one of his fingers massages my clit.

"I wish i had you naked around the house all the time so there weren't any inconveniences.", he adds more pressure while drawing small circles, quiet whimpers from me giving him all the assurance he needs that he's doing a great job. Brad stops his action and drags his finger down to my entrance. "So wet for me, love.", he pushes hus finger inside just a little bit, making my body squirm underneath him. "Fuck, the power you have over me is insane, baby", he pushes his finger all the way in, brushing it over my g-spot. I moan after every pump and the pleasure intensifies as Brad's lips start sucking on my clit. He sucks it, licks it and massages it, making my legs shake because of all the pleasure and pressure i feel between my legs.

"Oh, fuck, this feels incredible", i praise out of breath and i feel a smile creeping on Brad's face. As i feel like I'm getting close, he gets back up on his feet, taking off his pj pants and grey boxers, that were already soaking in his precum. I bite my bottom lip when he's fully naked, his size never failing to surprise me. Somehow, i never feel prepared to take him.

"I love you staring at me like that, but i don't have the patience today, babe", his voice a little raspy, i only open my legs as an invitation to hurry things up. "I'm so going to ruin you right now", as a promise, he gets back between my legs and holds himself up by one of my knees, while his other hand guides himself closer to me. He pumps himself a few times and i groan, the action making me go crazy in moments like this. Both of us on the edge, horny and ready to let go of our frustration in the best possible way.

Brad pushes the tip of his dick inside me, the little stretch causing me to gasp. He pushes more and more, little by little giving me time to adjust to him before he leans in all the way in. I moan loudly and i grab onto his shoulders as he starts pounding into me hard and fast. One of my hands stays on his shoulder while the other one is in his curls. His head drops in the crook of my neck, his hands pinning me down onto the couch. His grip on my hips intensifies with every thrust of his hips in mine and i embrace the pleasure and the slight pain. Brad's breath is fast and his movements are desperate and i wrap my legs around his waist to give him a better angle.

"Oh My God", i gasp and i hold on to the cushion underneath me. "Fuck, Bradley", i pull on his curls and raise his head so i could kiss him. Our kisses are messy and sloppy and we bite on each other's lips. Brad grabs the armrest of the couch and picks up his speed.

"I'm so close", he almost whispers and rests his forehead on mine. I nod slightly.

"Me too"

He groans and moves his hand from my hips higher up, grabbing me from the sides of my ribcage, his thrusts getting harder. Soon after, the familiar feeling of my orgasm getting closer takes over my body. My legs shake and my back arches off the bed, which gives Brad the opportunity to wrap hus arms around me. He rides my high, cuming with a loud groan and scratching the skin on my back. I feel his dick pulsing inside of me as he stays on top of me to regain his strength.

"That felt so good", he whispers out of breath

"I know, right?", i smile and try to catch my breath as well.

"I love you and I'm sorry i didn't realise what i was doing by not showing up for dates.", Brad kisses my forehead and looks me in the eyes, one of his hands playing with a strand of hair.

"I love you too and I'm sorry i didn't talk to you about this sooner. I hope you know i didn't replace you yesterday"

"Of course i know. People just have a way with words", we both chuckle at his statement. "Let's go get you all cleaned up", he gets up from the couch and hurries to get me a towel. Brad helps me clean myself up and we walk into the bathroom together. He gets the bathtub ready, throwing in a bath bomb and my favourite bath foam. He helps me get inside the tub, making sure i don't slip. Brad disappears from the bathroom and then comes back in a glimpse, holding his speaker and his phone. He plays a chill playlist and i motion him to get in with me.

I press my back on his chest and he starts massaging my sides, adding pressure on my hips, a place where he knows i love some attention when it comes to having massages.

After the water cooled down, we step out of the tub and dry ourselves before going back to our bedroom. Breakfast long forgotten, Brad and i turn on the tv and play a comedy movie on Netflix. He pulls me on his side, my head resting on his chest, our hands intertwined in his stomach. Brad kisses the top of my head and i look up at him to kiss his lips.

"I love moments like this. I'm so lucky i have you", he whispers and runs his free hand up and down my arm, in a soothing manner.

"Me too, I'm also lucky to have you, you're everything i ever wished for", i smile up at him and he closes the gap between us again.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps smut

[sejanusxcoriyo]

If only you could stay- Sejanus Plinth

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Sejanus leaves for district 12 to be a peacekeeper. You tried to go with him, but couldn't. So you decided to surprise him.

A/N: Sorry for not posting the last couple days. My grandma is in a nursing home, and I've been trying to spend as much time with her as possible. Btw, I have created a character name for you, its Mai White. Sorry for taking so long, this part took me three hours to write.

I lay in my bed, his head on my chest while my fingers run through his curls. His body is tangled with mine, as he traces circles across my stomach.

"Do you have to go?" I ask him, burying my face deeper into his chest.

"Yeah, that was the deal my father and I made. I can graduate but I have to become a peacekeeper." He mumbles pulling me tighter against him.

"Maybe there is another way." My head pops up and I look at him with a glimmer of hope in my eyes.

"I'm sorry Rose, but there isn't. I have to go." he takes a deep breath and sighs softly.

"Are you going back to district 2?" I whisper into the side of his chest.

"No, my father said I could go to 11 or 12, and turns out Coryo is going to 12, so I'll go with him."

I sit up and let the skin of my knees touch him. I don't want to meet his eyes, but I know I have to in order to ask this question.

"Maybe you should go to 11 instead?"

"Why 11? Do you have something against me going with Coryo?" He pulls away from me and sits up.

"I just don't trust him Sej. I've heard him talking to Arachne and he doesn't like you. He tolerates you." I refuse to meet his eyes after I tell him that.

"I don't think that was him." He starts, but he his quickly cut off by me.

"Just go to 11 Sej."

"He saved my life; he told me we were brothers. If I can't spend the next twenty years with you, I'd rather spend them with him. At least I know him."

I roll my eyes at his statement, but I guess I'm okay with it as long as he is safe.

"Okay, just promise you will be careful, Coriolanus can be a lot to handle. When you are ready, write me, I can get you home." I touch his arm softly.

"Okay, I love you, Rose." He confesses.

"You do? You love me?" I sit there shocked that he has said this, right before he leaves me, leaves us for the next 20 years.

"I do, and I won't ever live it down if I didn't tell you." He pulls me into his lap, and he rests his arms on your waist.

"Of course I love you. I always have. I have always loved you Sejanus." I respond back, finally confessing my love for him.

My eyes close reveling in the moment, knowing he was going to be leaving me tomorrow. I felt his lips press against mine.

"Say it again. Say you love me again."

"I love you, I love you so damn much Sejanus."

He kissed me again, pulling back with a smile on his face. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that."

I pull him down on top of me, wrapping my arms around his neck. All I wanted us to do was enjoy the moment. He made his way back to his original spot, tracing circles on my stomach again.

I felt him slow then eventually stop. I looked down and he was asleep. I want him to relax before he has to spend the next 20 years of his life on a routine. I grabbed my blanket throwing it on top of us. My nanny poking her head inside a few minutes later.

"Are you guys okay?"

"We are fine, he is asleep."

"Okay, dinner is cooked whenever you come downstairs."

"Thank you."

The night passes by in a blur; Sejanus waking up and eating dinner with me, him wanting to make love to me one last time before he goes, (Yes I will be writing a smut about this) him making sure to leave me something to remember him by.

I sit up dreading the time. I look behind me where Sejanus is sleeping peacefully. I hate that I have to wake him up.

"Baby, baby wake up."

"Hm, a few more minutes."

"I already gave you a few minutes Sej, you have to get up and eat."

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up."

He climbs out the bed going into the bathroom. He comes out a few minutes later kissing me. He takes me hand lacing his fingers through mine. Before I realize I am standing in front a train, tears threatening to fell from my face. I looked up at him, his curls gone, and his fresh buzz-cut.

"You look so handsome."

"Thank you. I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you more. Go be a medic and help change the districts."

He kissed me one last time before walking onto the train. The countdown starts.

I head to class clutching his jacket around my arms. It has his scent, and its driving me crazy. I smile at Clemmie as I walk in.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not, but I will be eventually."

She smiles at me as Dr. Gaul walks into the classroom. The games were over what could she be doing here.

"The games were a huge success and I require the help of two students to help me start modifying mutts for next years games."

Oh god, the games were to continue. I had to tell Sejanus. He was going to be disappointed, but we could make a difference when he comes back.

"Who do you think she is going to pick?"

"If they were here I'd assume Sejanus and Coriolanus."

"Mai White and Arachne Crane. Please come with me."

I look at Clemmie and walk after Dr. Gaul, side by side with Arachne. We exchange glances and look back at Dr, Gaul. She leads us to her office.

"So, congratulations, Arachne and Mai. You both have been accepted into University to study under me. First, we will be going to the districts collecting the resources needed to complete our projects. Then we will be modifying them into dangerous mutts to be used in the arena for next year's hunger games."

I didn't exactly know how I felt about this. I wanted to work with science but not like this, maybe I can use what I learn for good. The next few months fly by, with Arachne and I helping Dr. Gaul collect the items the peacekeepers were collecting from their respective districts.

We finally arrive in district 12, and I'm excited to see Sejanus for the first time in months. I didn't tell him I was coming so he could be surprised when he saw me. We rested the first night, and rose early the next day. I walked through the building following Dr. Gaul. I spot Sejanus and Coriolanus talking. Coriolanus was looking at something, he was recording their conversation. I watch Coriolanus making sure to keep an eye on the device he was using. Dr. Gaul walks outside, meeting the two boys. She smiles as Coriolanus hands the recording device with the conversation on it to her. She hands it to me. I smile at him, knowing I was going to listen and possibly delete the recording.

"Coriolanus and Sejanus would you mind placing those cages on the train?"

They nod and start moving. He smiles at me before he grabs his first cage. My heart flutters. We stand off to the side as Dr. Gaul watches them. I take in his new appearance. He was bigger, the conditioning was working and damn did he look good. His hair was a bit grown out but still short. His uniform was different but he still looked good in it. His smile was still as pure and innocent as the day he left.

"Keep an eye on them Mai."

"Yes m'am."

"Arachne follow me, we need to check something before we head back to the capital."

She followed on her heels as I watched the boys. Coriolanus was called for by the head peacekeeper. It was just you and Sejanus. He finished up with the cages and pulled you into a long, heartfelt kiss.

"I've missed you."

"I have definitely missed you more."

He kissed me again, pulling me into his chest.

"Sej, the games. They are going to continue, that's why we are here. Dr. Gaul selected Arachne and I to help her modify the mutts for next years games."

"What?"

"Yeah, but I want to use her training for good, but look, Snow was recording you with this. He gave it to Dr. Gaul, but she gave it to me. What were you taking to him about?"

"Leaving, he wouldn't?"

He takes it out you hands and presses play. The jabber-jays repeat the conversation. I quickly stop it and erase it. I slap his chest.

"I told you be careful around him!"

"I didn't, I never thought he'd betray me."

"Come back with us, you can do so much more in the capital than here in the districts."

"I can't."

I grab his face making him look at me. "Yes you can, we can be together. We can end the games."

"Okay, I'll come back."

"Keep your distance from him.'

"I will."

He kisses me one more time before we separate.

"Dr. Gaul is coming."

I stand in my original spot waiting for her to arrive.

"Is everything loaded?"

"Yes, we can leave when you are ready."

She walks to the table grabbing the recording device pressing play. Nature sounds ring out. I look at Sejanus and we both sigh in relief.

"Girls, go get on the train."

I walk past him, hand grabbing his. He draws a heart on my hand. I look in his eyes as he mouths 'I love you.'

'I love you more.'

Dr. Gaul follows us onto the train as we start our trip back to the capital. I was going to kill Coriolanus the next time I saw him.

#sejanus deserved better #sejanus plinth #coryo snow #hes so cute #he deserves the world #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #i love him #sejanus x oc

[134340am]

yuna!!! congrats on your milestone you deserve it ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝

for your event: “asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone” w/ bakugou my love

please take your time!!

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 0.6k words, sfw part of my 500 frens celebration! + read the kuroo ver. here

13. asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone

"okaerinasai, katsuki."

"'m going out again."

"oh, okay. have you eaten?"

"yeah."

"where are you going?"

he stops to stare at you, nostrils flaring and brow creased. "i don't have to tell you. 'm not your boyfriend," he spits out, vile and venomous, and storms past you in the living room making a beeline for his—leaving you hurt and confused.

"the fuck, katsuki? i know you're not my boyfriend, and i don't need you to be my boyfriend to be concerned about you!" you stumble after him, legs weak from sitting on the couch for the better part of today.

katsuki's tossing things around in his room, looking for his gloves— no, a hoodie— no, he's tugging his shirt off— oh, a gift bag. who's that for?

you linger outside his room, one hand on the doorframe and another hidden behind your back. drawers slamming shut, boxes being tossed around, the scrape of a ceramic cup on katsuki's table—the aggressive cacophony of sound reverberates in your ears harshly, making you wince. a faint sheen of dust dances in the air under his bright white light: a reminder of how long he's been gone.

"where were you these past three weeks, katsuki?" your voice quavered.

"no where. everywhere. none of your damn business, shrimpy."

"actually, i think it is. do you really expect me to not worry when you won't pick up your phone, or when none of your friends know where you've gone? i know you have your own life but you can't just leave like that without telling anybody. honestly—"

"shut up."

you still. "what?"

"i said, shut up."

here you are in katsuki's room. there is dust on his table and a stream of angry, unspoken words hanging in the air like the pings of a windchime on a rainy day.

katsuki turns, backpack stuffed full. "where i go is not, and never will be, any of your concern." he turns his nose up at you, ruby-red eyes glinting with anger, maybe hurt. a veiny hand reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a small wad of notes, secured with a little yellow hair tie. he tosses it at you.

"go get dinner. don't wait for me."

"katsuki, wait—"

he stalks past you, backpack slung high on his left shoulder. you wince as the rough canvas brushes against your arm. your skin feels like it's on fire, and there's a burning behind your eyelids and on your nose bridge that you will away with all your heart.

"katsuki, please. you— can't you stay the night, at least? get a good night's rest before you run off to wherever again."

he's pulling on his shoes now, stuffing his sock-clad feet into his expensive sneakers and ignoring you. you swallow, the lump in your throat making it painful, and try again. "please. i won't ask where you're going. i just need to know where you are for one night. for my own sanity."

katsuki glances up at you. the cap he shoved onto his messy head of hair—just an old grey one from years ago, a simple gift you got him for his birthday—shields one of his eyes from you.

"i have to go," he says, softer now.

he steps out and pulls the gate close behind him. two, three steps forward and you're gripping at the grilles of your gate like a hungry prisoner.

"katsuki," you plead, voice barely above a whisper. a stray tear rolls into your mouth. "katsuki, i haven't slept in a week. i—" miss you, and have never stopped thinking about you. "—i need you."

behind him, silhouetting his black-clad figure, the last embers of the sun dip behind the house opposite.

"i need you, katsuki," you repeat.

he casts you one last look.

"no, you don't."

a/n: this didn't age well i'm sorry... i'll write you some fluff next time..... but thank you for requesting!!! and for sticking with me since my 100 frens celebration <3（^∀^●）ﾉｼ

(series masterlist) (masterlist)

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha angst #bakugou angst #bnha imagines #bakugou imagines #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #yuna writes #yuna's 500 frens celebration

[karmagotme]

I'm rather proud of this, even if it did take me about a month to complete.

Let me explain.

I'm normally a cross stitcher, but I'd been seeing a lot of embroidery tricks on Pinterest (chronic scroller) and have been wanting to try the tulip button stitch for quite some time. Unfortunately, I had no jackets or cardis appropriate enough to try it on, so I hit up the Rockmans website and got this fuzzy thing for $20 (marked down from $80, mind, so I'd call that a win). It eventually arrived and it came with buttons like this:

Blingy, no holes, and so heavy they were drooping off the cardi and making it a lop sided garment when worn unbuttoned.

In other words, perfect.

Before I could start lopping them off, I had to make sure I had replacement buttons. As I live in small town with barely any decent crafting supplies, I needed to wait for a day off work where I could travel the hour and a bit away to my closest Spotlight. The day finally came, I took in the spare/replacement button the cardi came with, hunted through the minimal button section (why do buttons not come in those long tubes with the sample button on the lid anymore? Sometimes I would like to buy more than one button? Or more than three??) and walked away with a packet of mixed white buttons.

Then my stupid brain hit.

When I finally had another day for me to work on my cardi, I opened the button packet and started rummaging. I pulled out the various buttons that had been the same size as the original buttons, lamented that the creamy ones with the slight flower petal design on them only numbered 3, and realised that in order to find enough of the right size buttons that were all the same type, I was going to have to sort them.

I ... may have a problem when it comes to sorting.

Sorting things takes me AGES. Not that I think I'm bad at it, I think I'm too GOOD at it. My usual sorting items of choice are books. You won't believe how much enjoyment I get at spending days sorting our library after every time we've had to move house. And just like with sorting books, buttons seem to have their own distinctions. Buttons with 2 holes. Buttons with 4. Buttons with writing. Buttons with SHEEN. SPECIFICALLY COLOURED SHEEN. THERE WERE SO MANY BUTTONS WITH GREEN SHEEN AND, LIKE, THREE WITH PINK?!

Anyway.

I believe the task of sorting them into pairs or more of identical buttons - with a small pile of Lonesome Larries to the side - followed by bagging up the piles, and followed THEN by glad wrapping the rest of them because I had limited amount of little baggies, took me a good couple of hours. In the end, I had a pile of 7 of these plain white buttons of the right size, so at least I have 2 spare if I ever lose any in the future.

And then I discovered just how difficult a French knot can be.

Mini videos on Pinterest generally don't explain how to do things in words. I'm a visual learner, I think, so I thought I'd be able to do this just by following the example. I struggled for a long time, @itchylimpet 's Ma even tried to help me to no avail, and after watching many videos and reading one article on how to do it, I finally managed to do it without making a horrible mess. I continued on, paused for dinner, and by the pitch of night I had finally finished.

So, there you have it. One project that resulted in barely much but took forever to do. I am proud that I eventually managed to get it and I am excited at trying out some other embroidery projects I have in mind. I know this is probably silly, considering it was just a button change, but I like this.

#Cardi #Cardigan #Changing buttons #Embroidery #Embroidery flowers #The Internet made it look so easy I'm kinda mad at that #Sewing #I'm not used to this

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Bruce Wayne realizing he has a teensy little breeding kink?

It started, by realizing how much he missed your baby bump after Emma was born. At first, he wrote it off as missing the excitement of finally calling you his own and feeling a little bit of... longing for all the excitement and all the firsts with helping you through your pregnancy with Emma.

Saying that it turned him on seeing you pregnant felt dehumanizing in a way. It was hard on your body, it was mentally draining- the idea that he could find it sexually appealing took time to wrap his mind around.

"Bruce?" you ask softly, stroking the hand that rested next to his plate, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sunshine," he said softly, taking your hand and kissing it. It was a late dinner for the two of you- almost a quite, night in date with the children tucked in their beds. He didn't want to talk about the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about fucking another baby into you. The fact that he'd spent all day semi hard thinking about your cunt drooling and his come leaking down your thigh after he'd spent hours pumping you full in the hopes of starting another baby. All while you beg and whine, writing with need. Pleading to give him another baby. Nights out had been rare before but now? Any dates he got with you were rare. And he didn't want to ruin this one. Even if it was just a quiet dinner.

"Bruce-" You give him a meaningful look and he feels like a heel. He knows whatever you think is wrong isn't this. "I know things aren't the same I just- I'm trying. I promise I just can't-"

"Oh sweetheart," he said, horrified. "No. No, no, no. This isn't- you're beautiful. It's not about your body- not. Not because I want it like it was." He kissed you quickly. "I just- please don't think that?"

"Then why-" you break off looking away and he feels his heart clench. Had you figured it out? Did it hurt you? Did you think he was being unfaithful because he didn't want you anymore?

He squeezed your hand, "What's wrong? Why what?"

"Why won't you touch me? You Don't- Even after Emma was born and then the last three weeks you don't even look at me-"

"Baby, Sunshine," he murmured, kissing you. Of course you noticed he didn't. And of course you believed he wasn't attracted to you anymore. "No. I- it's not that I don't want you," he said, keeping his voice soft, wiping tears away. "I just- I guess I just realized... I. I really, really want to have another baby. I miss-" He broke off, feeling his cheeks turn scarlet. "You were so fucking gorgeous when you were pregnant... Not that you're not now. God I love you. I just-" He broke off and kissed you, not sure what to make of how still you were. Worried and hopeful, he rubbed his nose against yours.

"I don't understand," you admit, "you like-"

"I love," he corrected, "You're gorgeous. Always. But when you were pregnant with Emma I just- god what I wouldn't give to see you like that again. At first I thought it was making up for lost time. And then I wrote it off as missing how exciting it was. Having you to myself finally and waiting on a new baby. But then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I just... I felt like a fucking prick, wanting to put you through that just for me to indulge that-"

"I'm not ready to have another baby," you tell him, stroking his jaw.

"Understandable," he said, exhaling slowly, turning his head to kiss your hand. "Emma isn't quite a year old and-"

"But," you tell him, kissing him quiet, "we can try letting you- be more vocal about it sometimes. At least until- I mean-"

"Until you're ready," he finished, feeling his heart flutter. Just being able to tell you how much he wanted you to have his baby. How much he couldn't wait to see your belly getting heavy and swollen. To be able to tell you how beautiful he thought you were- it was more than he thought he'd get.

You nod and smile a little, kissing him softly. "Tell me about it tonight?" you offer.

"Yeah?" he breathed, his cock throbbing.

"Yeah," you murmur. "Tell me about why you want-"

"Anything," he promised, "I just- if you want. If it doesn't feel right we'll-"

"We'll talk about it," you murmur. "But right now I just want you. I just want-"

Bruce nodded, feeling himself go soft. You wanted to feel loved. You wanted to spend the rest of your quiet night in, in your bed. With him. Feeling desired and wanted after feeling so uncomfortable for the last few weeks. And he was happy to oblige you. More than happy. If he got his way, you were going to be in for a long night and a long leisurely morning after he took Dick to school and gave Emma to Alfred for the morning. Because he needed you to understand- it wasn't just getting you pregnant that was tripping his trigger. It was taking care of you.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #bff!reader #ask answered #minors dni #thirst trap thursday

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 26: Overstimulation

Turner's ex-girlfriend leaves him tied to the bed when she leaves. It's a good thing he has two roommates who can help him out.

Rated Mature. Overstimulation, malfunctioning dildo, tied-up, Roommates, Light Dom/sub, Face-Fucking, Multiple Penetration

You can read this on my AO3.

Gianni was about to enter the apartment complex when he saw Rudy. He frowned. “You’re home early.”

“Turner sent a weird message.”

Gianni nodded. “I got that, too.”

The roommates rode up the elevator and stepped into the apartment they shared with Turner. They could hear him calling for them, but even weirder, he was moaning.

“Oh,” Gianni said, smirking.

Rudy laughed.

Turner was tied to his bed with a strap-on in his ass. His eyes were wide. “Guys! Help! She just… L-Left!” He moaned. “And I think this thing’s broken, it stopped pulsing a while ago and is just buzzing!”

Gianni went to it and detached it from the strap-on and looked at it for the settings. He pushed the off button, but nothing happened. “Wow, it is busted.” He glanced at Rudy and noticed all the small signs of how hot he thought this was. Gianni looked at Turner's extreme hard on and then at Turner. “How long have you been stuck here?”

“Like an hour! At least!”

“And you haven't cum yet?” Rudy asked.

“Of course I've cum, like three times! Why are you asking me that instead of getting me out of these!?”

Gianni pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it back in. Turner moaned and frowned as Gianni mused to himself. “You've got enough room for another in here.”

“What the fuck are you talking about!? Get me out!” He moaned.

Gianni looked at Rudy, his brows raising in silent question. Rudy nodded and unbuttoned his pants.

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Gianni went up to him and patted Turner's cheek. “What we've fantasized about doing for a while now. We're gonna fuck you and then we're going to take a bath and have some wine.”

Turner blinked.

Gianni kissed him, exploring his mouth with his tongue. Turner kissed him back, moaning loudly. “We don't have a tub big enough…”

“I won't be joining, I'll be making dinner.” Rudy said, pressing his cock to Turner's ass. “I hate baths.”

“He's a work in progress,” Gianni said. He kissed Turner again. “I hope you've got a deep mouth.”

Rudy pushed in with the dildo. Turner gasped and arched. Rudy hissed. "Fuck, Turner. You feel amazing."

"Since when have you two-!?" He moaned loudly.

Gianni took his clothes off. "Years, we just like separate rooms." He got into the bed and straddled Turner's head. "Open wide."

Turner did.

"Quite the sub," Rudy said.

"I told you." He began to fuck Turner's mouth, sighing heavily.

Turner moaned, but kept his mouth loose and throat relaxed, wanting to make Gianni happy.

Rudy had a steady rhythm, which slowly became faster and harder. Gianni was about the same, hitting his throat, his balls slapping his chin. Turner felt slightly dirty at being used, but mostly, it was a wonderful end to a terrible day. It all felt so amazing and overwhelming to have all his holes so full, he came well before them, moaning and writing as they continued. The vibrator was still high and broken and made Rudy cum a few minutes after. He slowly pulled out, making him and Turner moan loudly. He carefully removed the dildo, the movement causing Turner to shudder and choke on Gianni's cock.

Rudy left the room.

Gianni continued. Turner could feel that he was getting close, too. Gianni thrust hard into his throat, his cum shooting to the back. Turner swallowed, only choking a little.

Gianni sighed and pulled out. "Good boy," he said, kissing him. The words hit Turner in a way that had never happened to him before. He felt flushed and tired as Gianni finally untied him from the bed.

He sat up, rubbing his wrists. "Thanks…" his voice was a little raw.

"Of course, we would never have left you there." Gianni took his hand and led him to the Jack and Jill bathroom he and Rudy shared. The bath was already going and hot. They got in Turner, laying on Gianni.

Turner lost himself in how good it felt. He rested fully against Gianni, who ran his hands over his chest and legs.

"What does this mean?" Turner asked after a while.

Rudy game in, then, with wine and tea. "It means you're ours."

"Mhmm," Gianni hummed. "Our very cute, very good, little sub."

"Who's going to stop dating losers." Rudy stared at him.

"Mmm, you're okay with him dating others at all? I was thinking he should take a break and just be around good partners so he can see what it's like."

Rudy nodded. "That's a good point." He kissed Turner. "You're on a dating freeze until you can see the difference between a good partner and one who ditches you after trying you up."

Turner, overwhelmed that they even cared, nodded.

Rudy kissed him again. "Very good boy."

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #rated mature #overstimulation #roommates #light dom/sub #mouth fucking #multiple penetration #m human/ m human/ m human

[dietraumerei]

Episode 5! I have ordered sushi for dinner, and also am actually hoping to get some use out of this little list of impressions, because Iiiiiiii am quietly but gently freaking out over how to write them outta this one.

i know he's a pita and I know he still thinks he can change heaven and he is going to break my heart but I just love this manipulative-ass angel. we cannot help how we are made.

once again, I am a simple creature, the fez made me smile.

i hope miranda richardson had the TIME OF HER LIFE filming this show

hi Eric!!

the running joke of Azi speaking absolutely shit french is honestly funny i love it

as a person who had to sit through meetings not unlike this for several years Nina's desire to talk about the Christmas lights made me SCREAM

crowley everyone thinks you two are married on account of you're married, sorry.

i know he'd bite me, but I want to hug crowley

I think my cat is audibly snoring from several feet away, aw, buddy.

from the credits, the bridges that shift and meet in the middle feel like a nice metaphor.

It really is noticeable that they don't linger over meals together, share a table. Crowley even set up this romantic little moment! At least they are on their proper sides?

TALKING Aziraphale WHAT A CONCEPT MAYBE YOU COULD TRY IT SOMEDAY

there is so much happening here with Crowley interrogating Jim and he loves Aziraphale so much and he's so angry and he has no idea what on earth to do.

real good, not pretendy good.

Crowley, you're so nice

why does this delicate little piano piece make me want to cry so hard

oh!! I love this little pastoral motif from the first season!

Of course Crowley can convince Nina to trust him, she's the Aziraphale stand-in. It wouldn't work the other way round.

JIM'S SUIT IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE I WANT ONE I WANT TO WEAR IT EVERYWHERE I'M SCREAMING HE'S LIKE AN EVEN GAYER ORVILLE PECK AAAAA

Maggie, my precious babygirl!!!

oh that's a sweet discworld nod

this dance is so sweet but ngl I'm kind of wigged out by Aziraphale making everyone into...kind of dolls, to perform this evening.

ok, sushi break, played with the cat, and now I am back with water a nice glass of Shiraz.

hang I have to get some goss from a friend

how many awards does John Hamm have he deserves a few more.

shades of Caberet/Stories from Berlin -- they dance, as the world threatens to end around them, they dance and I die

oh this was a terrible angry dance. oh. oh this is what it's going to be like isn't it.

luckily I have [redacted] gossip to distract me I can't wait to watch this season over again without stopping every two minutes, lol.

crowley did you learn that rules-lawyering from Aziraphale or vice-versa or are you just both...like that.

"i won't leave you on your own" "i know" DYINGGGGGGG

also, tbh, the quick-talking is...really encouraging me to not have to write a fucking battle, which fills me deep and lasting ennui. Also I don't know if I want to *watch* a battle next season? They will talk and love and be brave out of this, not lead a platoon.

tbf I think that *does* about cover Miranda rights these days, weren't they kind of lowkey killed in the last term or three?

ok, last one. aaaaaaaaaaaaa

it feels like everything else was just weird dilly-dallying, and this is the episode where things *happened*. They almost properly talked to one another, instead of past each other.

#good omens season 3 spoilers #well sort of #mostly this is helping me shape my own thoughts and feelings #die traumerei liveblog

[undinegeist]

this is gonna end (2)

(1)

-xx-

It's day three; two shows in, though I don't have as much as I'd like to show for it...outlines with blurry edges, the mayhem whispers so sweetly, though by mayhem I mean Nikki, daring me to take a shot, just one line...if only.

One line becomes another becomes another becomes another, until there’s a headache and a high, taking every sliver of will power away, though I give it up...just enough to let Tommy bite me...anything's better than a bassist, I'm a lying goddamn cunt, trying to be good by writing out the aftermath.

It is good, despite the haziness; there's just enough to make something off it, just enough...Mick is staring at me, which would be creepy if I cared, though I lift my head up and throw my hair back, stare at him straight. "What's up?"

"No one, yet."

"Late night last night."

"And yet you're up."

"If I don't deliver daily reports, they'll cut me lose, make me go back."

"Would that be so terrible?"

"Would I have come if it was heaven?"

I don't want that answer, don't want the question, and the gods must smile on wishes, 'cause I don't get it; the door at the back is thrown open, Tommy trying to reach the toilet, though the only thing he reaches is the floor, puking up last night's dinner and everything else...Mick rolls his eyes, Nikki's right behind him in a race...Nikki makes it, though the door's open.

Doc comes out from the front, sighing. "I'll get the mop."

"Regret this yet, kid?" Mick nods at Tommy, sprawled inches from vomit, half retching half fainting, Nikki still at it feet away.

"I'll let you know." And because my head hurts and I'm bored out of my wits, I go help Tommy up.

"Thanks, Y/N/N. What's up?"

"Trying to write through the hangover."

"Yeah, last night was wild...you should ditch that and come jam with us."

I don't play for shit, but I don't need to be asked twice; Tommy goes back in their room, and I'm stuck with Nikki in the bathroom, determined I won't be wiping vomit off the floor, though it pains me to see Doc do it...even if he is kind of a buzzkilling bitch.

Nikki's spent, half over the toilet, almost all the way to the floor, though at least he seems to be done, done enough to turn and see me. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to finish so I can jerk myself off."

"Can I join?" He smirks, clearly aware it's bullshit.

"If you do some of the work."

"I'm down." But then he leans over, throws up again.

I sigh, pull his hair out of the way, rest my back against the sink.

"Sorry." He sighs, wipes his mouth. "Went too far last night. What...what were you doing, before this?"

We swap places; he goes for a toothbrush, I go for the far wall. "Before watching you puke or before joining the tour?"

He shrugs. "Both."

"Trying to write through the hangover so I'm not fired and trying not to report bubblegum bullshit or bad music."

"Narrow field."

"Yeah. Got lucky with you guys, probably won't happen again."

"That's very cynical of you." 

It's Mick, up against the wall all the way outside the bathroom, creepy and silent as fuck; we both start, hard enough that Nikki doesn't curse - could be the toothbrush - and I just spill.

"If you read it, you'd know. The music they cover is mostly all crap, made-to-please bullshit...if I wanted that, I could have tried for Rolling Stone...seems they're all becoming that, though. This is my last chance to land something real, before I ditch them and just go."

"Go where?" That's Nikki, done with his teeth.

"Anywhere...anywhere I don't have to feed people lies, feed people what they want to hear."

"I shudder to think what you're gonna write about them." Doc's herding Nikki and me off the bathroom to wash the vomit rags.

I shake my head. "I'll write what I write, but I know they'll sanitize before it hits people...then they'll probably fire me."

"We'll hire you." Tommy's back, hair tied back, weird.

I laugh. "To do what?"

"Write a book about us."

"No offense, but you've just met me. Don't go asking for my hand in marriage so quick. Are we gonna jam or drugs?"

"We're gonna do both." 

And Doc scowls while Mick rolls his eyes, Tommy and Nikki take the lead, Vince is off on his own, my notebooks get shoved under seats, all of it a blur, and then it's night, and we're stopping somewhere, heading off the bus...finally, even though it's only been a few days...real beds are taken for granted too fucking often, alongside bathrooms. The show is a few hours off.

Mick stops me getting off with a cuff to the upper arm, face all serious. 

I hate when things start like that, but I stay, let him have his say, though I suspect what it is.

"I know you don't wanna listen to this," he stares at me head on, no hesitation, I envy him, "but don't get caught up. You might think your magazine sucks, that they're bitches catering to the mainstream, and you're probably fucking right. But the solution to that isn't self destruction, kid. Take it from someone who does it."

There is no solution, is what he doesn't say, what I already know.

I nod because I don't want to do this, because down at the venue Tommy will score something and Nikki will bite people, and anything is better than realizing there's nothing, that my future is a countdown, a dwindling to the end of this tour...a dwindling to going back to sketching things they'll never publish, following bands that'll never rise no matter how hard they try...dwindling to the pressure from my family to do something with my life, when it doesn't exist, doesn’t matter, want them dead.

"Thanks for the tip, Mick." And it's as insincere as I can't make it, and then I'm backstage sketching Tommy's face in makeup, copying Nikki's style, doing lines, slipping notes in between...trying to forget that this is gonna end.

#nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #motley crue x reader

[darkimpala1897]

Another au that I have spaced out thinking about but I haven't written yet

This one is called three jocks and a baby and here's the amazing headcanons

The baby just showed up at Benny's dinner in a car seat with a note attached that said "I'm sorry I can't do this E"

Andy was the one to find said baby he sorta tripped over the car seat and fell face first in the dirt

Jason thought it was some sick joke Eddie was playing like he stole someone's baby or something all because at the end of the note it said E

Yes they took it to Eddie well it was screaming bloody murder and Steve because he's mama Steve just immediately took the poor thing rocking it looking at them like they were the most horrible people on the planet

Eddie being well Eddie said something along the lines of "You do know how sex works, it's needs a man and a woman to create that."

Jason smacked him for that one telling him to qoute on qoute "take it back."

Eddie being well Eddie said "To who God."

Steve well they were arguing made a list of what they needed giving it to Andy

They went to the baby store absolutely confused poor guys and Andy the entire time was holding it away from him like it was gonna bite him or something

Gareth by some odd miracle was there because his mom recently had a baby and he was there getting last minute stuff for her and he just sees Andy walk by holding this poor baby like it's a disease he doesn't know what to do except laugh but also thank god for the hilarious Karma

He obviously went over there and helped Andy hold it the right way well also teaching him the jiggle but no he didn't help them with shopping he just watched finding it hilarious

They didn't know what it was till they changed it which yes they rocked paper sissored it and poor Chance lost they found out it was boy it went something along these lines

Chance gagging trying to keep it together

Jason covering his nose: "God that's toxic that's not human."

Andy trying to keep his lunch down: "Hey it's a boy."

Exactly how that went in my head poor Chance

They called it baby for almost a day intill they read on the blanket in the car seat that it's name was Wyatt

They decided to just keep Wyatt in the Carver's guest house because no they have no idea who mommy dearest is so they have no idea which one of them is the father

Putting the crib together was the funniest thing ever they called it baby jail and it took them forever to put it together because the instructions were in Swedish

Wyatt doesn't even use the crib all that much he either sleeps in someones arms or in the pack and play which was much easier to put together by the way

Jason calls the baby swing they found the holy grail because it gives them two hours of peace at most

Steve comes over every once and awhile just to make sure the kid is still alive that's how much faith he has in them

Eddie gets dragged along for the wellness check were he pretends to not enjoy but he does

Gareth even does a wellness check every now and again because he also has little to no faith in the idiots that are Chance Jason and Andy

The first time they gave Wyatt a bottle was a interesting experience because they had no idea what they were doing Andy was reading from a baby book giving advice Chance was making sure Jason was holding him correctly so he doesn't choke and die Jason was about to start ripping his hair out

Wyatt only spits up on Jason it's the funniest thing at least according to Eddie because to him karma was doing amazing

Andy figured out how to make him laugh about two weeks after they got him he just has to pull his hat over his eyes and say peak a boo it's so cute

Wyatt won't sleep unless Chance hums Baba O'Riley by The Who to him

Steve enjoy's babysitting for them he just loves kids

Even though Jason, Chance and Andy are curious about which one of them is Wyatt's father they actually don't really want to know

They take him to the aquarium like it's the cutest thing ever

Should I write this in the future or just leave it in my head?

Peace✌️

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #steve stranger things #incorrect quotes #jason carver #steve harrington #stranger things au #chance #andy stranger things #gareth emerson #headcanon #post canon

[samithefungus]

I love your writing style sm :0

Could I please request headcanons of an energetic tomboy reader who's friends with the main dhmis trio? "One of the guys" energy if that makes sense. Ty ^^

Thanks Anon for your request. <3

I don't know if I understood your request correctly, but I tried my best and I hope you like it. <3

Energetic Tomboy Reader Friend With The Trio (Headcanons)

WARNINGS: Nothing this time

-You met the trio when you moved a couple of houses after theirs

-You were excited to finally live alone

-The first thing you did, even before setting your things up, was to introduce yourself to your new neighbors

-Arrived at the trio's house you rang the bell and when it was opened you energetically introduced yourself, expecting an equal amount of energy from the three

-It wasn't like that, the three looked at you suspiciously and asked you if you were a new 'teacher'

-You tilted your head; at this moment you were very confused, but you didn't even have time to ask for explanations that the  red guy slammed the door

-You thought it was strange, but at the same time you set yourself a goal: 'become friends with the trio'

-You continued to visit them every day and so you started to get a little closer to them

- The first one you really made friends with was Yellow

-One day you went to the trio's house, but there was  only Yellow

-You started talking outside the door (the trio still won't let you into their house)

-You asked him if he wanted to spend some time at your house and Yellow accepted

-You two went to your house and then sat on the sofa and you kept talking

-At one point Yellow asks you: "I didn't understand if you're boy or girl; you have a female voice, but you look like a male"

-"I know, many people say I'm a Tomboy" you replied

-"I see...So you're a boy and your name is Tom" Yellow replied

-You laughed thinking he was joking...

-He's not joking

-You had to explain to him what the term 'Tomboy' meant, and even after you did Yellow still think that your name is Tom, but at least he understood (or  you think he understood) that you are not a boy

-Anyway, Yellow will introduce you to the other two

-Even Duck and Red were confused about your gender at first, and Yellow, who introduced you as 'Tom', didn't help

-You also had to explain to them the meaning of the word 'Tomboy' hoping they would understand and.....they do; they understood that you are not a boy, but you have behaviors considered typically male

-Anyway, Duck and Red weren't sure they wanted to be friends with you at first, but they changed their minds

-However, you hadn't kidnapped Yellow forcing him to order a bowl of chicken when he went to your house, so you were a nice guy

-It took a while to fully get close to you

- But in the end Yellow was really exited to have a new friend, Red seemed to have accepted the fact of having one more person in their group, Duck however seemed not to have fully accepted it yet... 'THERE'S ONLY THE THREE OF US'

-But Duck hasn't slaughtered your throat with a shovel yet, so it's fine

-Very often you invite the trio to your home, for dinner, lunch or because you just want to see them

-And every time they come to your house, you tell them about your many hobbies or your strange 'obsessions of the moment'

-One day you spoke almost all the time, making the three spoke only to receive opinions

-Another day you showed them your drawings, played your new song on the guitar, talked about the books you had recently read and discussed with the three of your musical tastes; all this in just 2 hours

-Very often you convince them to do the craziest things

- For example, during one of their 'nothing days' you managed to convince them to take an 'impromptu travel'

-You all planned to be away for less then one day, but you came home three days later

- Sometimes you are afraid that these behaviors can push them away from you; they make you understand that it won't be like that

- But they still won't let you get into their house

-You didn't understand why, so one night you decided to try to sneak into their house

-You found the kitchen window open, so you entered through it

-As soon as you entered you find a Clock and a Sketchbook arguing

-You've decided to walk out the window and want nothing to do with it

-Now you understand why they didn't want to let you in the house...

-A few days later they will offer you to enter in their house

-You accepted excitedly, of course, and once inside you found other talking objects

-You didn't quite understand if them and the trio were friends or enemies or something else and you honestly didn't want to known

-Besides this little detail, you and the three have become very close, so much so that they consider you almost the fourth of them

-Sometimes Duck still threatens you because 'THERE ARE ONLY THREE OF US' , but nothing more

#headcanons #don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck #dhmis trio

[sunshinereddie]

bestie. another song for you <3 this one is soooo Eddie coded ;__;

I’m imagining that Eddie leaves for college in June (Richie isn’t set to leave until August). While Richie is still in Derry they are sending letters back and forth about how Eddie is adjusting at NYU and how excited Richie is to get the hell out of there. The first two letters are just signed with their names, but by the third Richie signs his off with a “Love, Richie” on a whim. Eddie, of course, notices and sign his the same way -and if he’s blushing from head to toe, who cares?-, hoping it means as much to Richie as it does to him. They never explicitly address the change in sign off and tone, but they both feel the difference.

It’s not until Richie leaves Derry that the letters get more infrequent. They still send letters back and forth more than to the rest of the losers but it goes from a letter a week to two weeks, then three, and suddenly it’s a letter a month. It’s not intentional, honestly. It’s just the stress of class schedules and trying to establish a social life outside of studying. And it’s not like there’s even a conscious choice to not write a letter. Most of the time letter writing just slips their minds, and they feel really guilty about it when they remember.

The letters stop entirely in March of ‘95. Richie had written last, a letter about classes and a new improv club he’d joined. According to tradition, it’s Eddie’s turn to write a letter. And he does, it’s full of random ramblings and worries about maintaining a school life balance. But halfway through writing he realizes that he’s writing to Richie, not a letter to his mom. And for the first time in months a wave of intense feelings hits him. Hard. “I love him?” And it really is a question. It feels silly almost, how could he forget that he loves Richie? There was a time when he’d have given anything to forget being in love with his best friend. But the distance must be getting to him.

“You’re on opposite sides of the country and you hardly wrote to each other anymore. It’s hasn’t even been a year since you left. Do you really think anything will come of this?”

The reality of their situation takes hold. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he can feel a headache forming. Could it be true? Is the distance truly what will kill their bond? When they were kids, they’d promised that nothing would ever stop them from being friends. They’d survived 18 years in Derry and killing a psycho space clown together. How could a 6 hour flight be the death of a 10 year friendship? It’s a painful thought, one Eddie never thought he’d have to grapple with. He decides to write Richie a new letter, one that isn’t so impersonal. One that tells him everything he’s thinking.

“Richie,

I know that I will love again. I'll meet someone and I'll make amends. I'm sure they'll be a gentleman, and I will be content. I know that I would be fulfilled. See the world and pay my bills. Have a drink and eat my fill, of dinners and free will. But if you come to me, in my home with my three kids. If you'd asked me to leave, to be with you and split. Well I'd at least, have to think about it.

And honest, I can tell you now, I'll love you more than my future spouse. And if you come to me, when I've promised to commit. If you told me that you loved me, and asked me for a kiss. Well I'd at least, have to think about it. You are my Achille's heel, the weakness only I can feel. I've been a liar and you've been a pill, but I'd still, have to think about it. Things just won't be the same, and I'm scared to death that I'll scream your name. And still, there's not a thing that I would change. And that's okay, when I think about it.

Love,

Eddie”

It’s tear stained and honest. It’s everything he’d been too scared to say. He pops it in an envelope and means to send it the next day.

It never makes it out of New York.

-

Eddie’s senior year at NYU is stressful and he’s never been so relieved to leave a place in his life (at least, he thinks he hasn’t…). While packing up his stuff he finds a letter, wedged in the space between the wall and his desk. It’s addressed to a “Richie” in California. It’s sounds familiar, but he can’t place the name to anyone specific. He thinks briefly that maybe it had been returned to sender, but theirs no obvious indication to such and it appeared to be unopened. He packs it with his other belongings, intending to read it when he gets all moved into his new apartment.

It never does get re-read.

-

Moving in with Myra was the next step in their relationship. At least, that’s what Myra says. He’s trying not to cry as he packs up his apartment, so many memories were made within the walls of the place. He’ll miss the freedom of living alone but this is what’s best for him. For them. In the back of his closet is a box labeled “desk junk” from his dorm room at NYU. He lazily sifts through it, finding a few polaroids and creature comforts he decides to keep.

He’d almost missed it, but in a last sweep of the contents of the box he notices a letter. It’s vaguely yellowed at the corners, a tell tale sign of its age. It’s still sealed, obviously having never been sent to it’s intended recipient. Seeing the name “Richie” stirs something deep in his bones. He decides to pack it too. There’s obviously something sentimental about it, otherwise why would he keep it? He has every intention of reading through it, maybe even sending it off, when he gets moved into their new place.

It never leaves the box.

-

Mike Hanlon. God, why did that sound so familiar? After crashing his car and exchanging information with the other driver, he’d come straight home. Immediately he started packing. It’s a small comfort that Myra had just gone to get her nails done, there’s no way she would’ve let him leave after that crash. He’s got enough stuff to fill both his and Myra’s suitcases, prepared for literally any situation that may arise.

While pulling out his old fanny pack from college he sees a letter. It’s pretty old looking, yellowed and bent in places. He almost dropped it when he saw the recipient name, “Richie”. He felt that same stomach dropping fear that he’d felt when Mike called him. He didn’t have time to go through a letter right then, Myra could come home any minute. He stuffed it in the front pocket of his luggage and started to pack the car. He’d read it later, when he figured out what the hell was going on.

There never was a good time to read it.

-

Something about being surrounded by people you love and who love you makes him brave. Maybe that’s why he went and got himself stabbed. Twice. The second less of a stab and more of a gaping hole that looks like he’d been hole punched. Honestly, he’s surprised that he’s even alive. Hell have to ask the surgeon how the fuck they pulled that off.

But that’s really the least of his concerns. When he’d woken up a very grimy looking Richie Tozier was sleeping in the squeaky hospital chair next to his bed, loosely holding his hand. Despite his wounds, the only thing on his mind was Richie’s impossibly big hand wrapped around his own.

The thing about being back in Derry is that all his memories are back. He remembered his friends and the bullies. He remembered that fucking clown and finally leaving the place. He remembered the love he felt for the man currently sitting next to him. When he’d made eye contact with Richie in the Jade, it all came flooding back. He felt giddy bickering with Richie again, making him laugh and rolling his eyes at his antics. For the first time in years he felt incandescently happy.

So really it’s no surprise that after risking his life to save the love of his life, his heart monitor would be the death of him. He blushed all the way up to his hairline when his heart monitor started going crazy. How embarrassing that holding Richie’s had made his heart race. He’s never going to live that down.

Richie wakes with a start, eyes darting to Eddie’s. His prescription, as horrible as ever, makes his eyes comically large as his eyes flick back and forth between Eddie and the heart monitor. “Holy shit! You’re awake! Are you okay? Fuck- I mean! I’ll go get a doctor!” He shoots up out of the chair, nearly knocking it over in his haste, and makes for the door.

He shouldn’t be laughing but he can hardly be blamed. There Richie is, rumpled, being ridiculous, and thankfully, unharmed. And he’s so in love. It hurt, the laughing, but he can hardly contain it. “I love him.” And it’s not a question. It’s fact.

Richie looks startled but he’s gotten a doctors attention so he doesn’t have time to ask questions. He’s escorted out of the room by a nurse with a promise that he can visit after they check in with Eddie. He shoots Eddie a tight lipped smile as he goes and Eddie can only grin back. “I’ll be fine.” Hearing his voice seems to quell Richie’s fear, making him smile a little more genuinely before finally leaving.

The letter suddenly comes to mind. He’ll have to deliver it soon. Before he loses the nerve.

-

It turns out, being stabbed through you middle kind of completely obliterates your spine. Luckily, the surgeons in Derry were blessed by some outside forces and were able to prevent complete paralysis. Eddie is pretty much wheelchair bound but he’s just happy to be alive. The doctors say he may never be able to get around without some kind of aid but for now he’s fine to go to his PT and use his wheelchair full time.

He has been avoided Myra’s calls since he left New York almost a two weeks ago. Every time he even thinks about answering, a voice in his head says “you’ll never get away this time,” and he can’t do it.

Richie is the only one of the Losers to stay after Eddie was out of the woods and awake. He doesn’t blame them, they all have lives they need to get back to. Honestly, he’s surprised Richie has stayed this long. When he expresses that sentiment to Richie though, he’s met with an eye roll and a fond smile.

He’s been in a hospital gown for way too long, Richie notices his disdain for the thing and graciously lugs Eddie’s big ass suitcases (along with his own) into the hospital room. That’s how Eddie ends up in pair of his softest pajama pants and one of Richie’s too big shirts. He tried to talk his way out of the shirt but Richie’s just fit so much better over the bulky bandages around his torso. It was overwhelming being wrapped up in the natural scent of Richie and his detergent.

The presence of the suitcases made it hard to ignore the letter that has been sitting in the front pocket of his luggage for two weeks. Eventually he gets up the nerve to let Richie read it. It takes some persuasion but Eddie manages to get Richie off his cot (they’d wheeled that in on the second night, after they realizes Richie had no intention of leaving until Eddie did) and into the pocket. He brandishes the letter in triumph before realizing that it’s addressed to him. His jaw drops slightly and he makes eye contact with Eddie over the letter, still held up to his face.

“Holy shit Eds, I almost forgot about these.” His voice is small, so unlike the boisterousness one comes to expect when spending any extended periods of time with him. His hands, huge and dexterous, tremble just a little as he holds it.

“Yeah, I almost forgot about them too. Right before I left New York I saw it and- and it just triggered something in my brain.” He can’t maintain eye contact with Richie anymore. Now when he’s looking at him like he hung the moon for him. “I didn’t remember who it was to or what it said until I saw you at the Jade.”

Richie is looking down at the letter when Eddie looks up again. His finger tracing his name on the front. “Can I uh- can I read it?” His voice breaks but neither one comments on it.

“Y-yeah man, it’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it.” He knows he’s blushing, he knows it. Richie is looking at him with something like fondness and it takes everything in him not to look away. Richie breaks the seal, it’s brittle and comes away with ease. He tries his best not to stare but it’s hard to look away when Richie is reading a love confession from an 18 year old Eddie.

Richie finishes the letter, Eddie can see when his eyes reach the end of the page, but then they hop right back to the top. Disbelief is written so clearly across his face as he rereads the words on the page and Eddie starts to sweat. Holy shit this is so scary. His hands start to shake in his lap and his heart rate speeds up, triggering his heart monitor once again. Richie’s head shoots up, making eye contact with Eddie again, unshed tears glistening in the harsh fluorescent light. He hold the letter aloft in one hand, the other swiping at his eyes.

“Do you mean this? Because if you’re telling me that you were so in love with me when we were kids, that you knew you’d love me forever, I’m going to cry.” He’s already crying when he says it but Eddie doesn’t really care. He nods numbly, for the first time in his life completely unable to say anything.

Richie is up in an instant, “Can I kiss you? Or do you really need to think about it?” He’s smiling but the fear is written clearly on his face. Eddie is still speechless, years of pent up feelings and tears getting stuck in his throat. He nods again and that’s all the confirmation Richie needs. The second their lips touch it’s like a dam breaks. Feelings that were buried deep are suddenly unearthed.

Technically speaking, it’s a really bad kiss. Richie is still crying and Eddie is smiling so wide that Richie is practically kissing his teeth, but it’s perfect. And in the end, Eddie really didn’t have to think about it. He knew, he’s always known, it was Richie.

-

damn. so sorry, that kind got away from me bestie ;__; I was totally intending this to be short and sweet but the more I wrote the more I had to say :,) <3

-🫀

heartie. HEARTIE. im going to explode. like actually, my heart is so full of reddie feels rn, it will explode. JDSBFOJABENLFKAJBEGRLIBAEIPGAPJENRPAN;. THIS WAS SO GOOD !!!!! heartie you seriously never miss with these..... the letters !!!!! writing a letter to your childhood crush confessing your feelings to him !!!!!! PERFECTION,,,,

also !!! all the times eddie re-found the letter, but never read it?? AAGGGGHHHHH the tragedy !!!!! im literally going to rip my hair out. and just,, the subtle shift from just signing their names to signing "love, richie/eddie" AAAHH ITS INCREDIBLE !!!!! it's such a small detail, but it just screams so loudly how much they love each other,,, i love them,,,

bestie once again YOU NEVER MISS,,,,, these little fics of yours literally make my day better :) (even if sometimes they break my heart.... but it's in the best way possible <3)

#sunshinereddie asks #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #reddie fic #🫀anon <3

[safety-net-did]

Today was the second day of the stabilization dose for the simulant. It's too early to be sure, especially with outside influences, but I think I might prefer the middle dose.

The weekend was kinda a lot. Went out of town with the ze-partner to see a comedy show. He-partner's mum had gotten tickets but decided she wasn't comfortable with the COVID risk anymore, so we had three tickets. Got to invite one of my primary friends, who I haven't seen since before COVID.

We made a day of it. Went to the city's local art gallery, then met up with friend to wander around the mall for a bit and catch up before the show. It was a lot of fun, but it was a lot, y'know?

We also managed to take just about every wrong turn possible the whole day, which was funny but stressful.

Sunday was supposed to be grocery day... But everyone was worn out. While doing morning stuff we saw a rogue dog tearing down the street, so I popped some shoes on and took after it in my pyjamas. Managed to track it down and coordinate with the owner (who was being playfully, skillfully evaded, and thoroughly ignored).

Thankfully the power of "new friend‽" is very strong. Especially in young Australian Shepards- she must've been about 8 months old. So once I was close enough and in eye sight, I just went to the ground and knelt down low and playful. She ran up and mirrored me, and as soon as she found me safe rolled over for excited belly scritches... Which let me grab her collar and get her back to her person.

According to my partners I have experienced a higher than average number of helping strangers with odd things moments like this in my life. 🤷(shrug) I like helping people, and seem to notice and react to situations a bit more readily than most people? Idk.

Anyway. The partners had their scheduled important relationship talk on Sunday, too. I was there to help- emotional support partner! It went somewhat better than expected, tbh. We'll know more in about two weeks, at the follow up talk, how well it went exactly.

That was a very emotionally draining activity though.

He-partner had his newest datemate over that evening, while ze-partner, step-teen and I chilled out and had a fire in the backyard. He had another date night with other datemate tonight after work. I'm in constant awe of his neutotypical ability to just. Do stuff, all the time.

Ze-partner and I did the grocery shopping after ze finished work today.

I put my big U pillow in the laundry because a one of the dogs vomited on it, and I'm worried I won't sleep well since it is still drying.

Made a quick dinner and realised that one of the food-related issues I'm having is that meatier and more processed foods are especially unappealing (like literally just more ingredients/flavours/levels of cooking, not necessarily high sugar/high fat "junk" foods). I was interested in and able to eat a solid portion of steamed mixed vegetables. But I couldn't get even a single piece of the beef noodles in my mouth.

I am very verbose today. In writing at least. This is the third quite long post I've written today (and the first one I had to write twice since Tumblr ate it). I like it. I miss writing.

#diary; self #long post

[demonicxfire]

A new Mission: Part Two

(After a lot of time, I decided to write this. Today was a lucky day lol. We basically had three hours of nothing at school + we left earlier) (I'm actually writing this since hours. All those three hours + before dinner + after dinner and Stranger Things)

(I thought a lot about this, and I think that the best option is to do this in another planet, Earth 652-B)

[I was thinking that, in my actual story, this pack should be located on Earth 652-B, or a twin of our Earth (with some differences, like the Midnight Forests). And, there won't be two Daniels, but only one, the mc of my story (I don't know if I told you, but Daniel's an ideal version of me, that's why he has my same name)]

(But now, let's get into the story!)

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I need to recreate that moment. Or at least the location.

Fortunately, I should be able to recreate it using the holograms at the Headquarters, in the Plans Room.

I want to know. I need to know... where are they.

I need to know... who he was.

And so, I activated the holograms machine, with the hope of recreating the scenery with the help of holograms.

Damn, this is so difficult...

I'm trying to... remember... to recreate...

That pack... why did I have a vision of a pack...? And, first of all... why did I have a vision? Moon, Magic, was it you?

I have to focus... try to remember the scene...

The Red Moon, the bare trees, the mud... where could it be located?

C'mon... just some other details...

And...

Finally!! YES!! IT'S FINISHED!!

Wow, it's soo detailed...

And now, come on, give me the location's name...

Please... don't give me an error...

"The place is located in Earth-652B, Second Twin Solar System, Ichnaea Galaxy."

Wait... that's not far from Nocturnia!!

I was close!!

Oh my... I need to reach them. I want to be with them. I crave to join them.

"Are you sure about that, Daniel? With everything you do, with everything that happens or that might happen, you could put their lives at risk." said Gaia, appearing in front of me

"Don't worry about that, Gaia. If they'll accept me, I'll protect them with my life."

"Also, Gaia, I'm a werewolf. I have my needings. My longings. You can't stop my werewolf side from having them."

"You're always the same, Daniel. You won't change. I wish you good luck." said Gaia, and then, she faded away.

And now, to the Falcon. My precious and modified copy of the mythical Millennium Falcon.

I'll reach them in such a short time. I just hope they'll accept me.

And so, I reached the Falcon, I turned it on, and I started my journey to Earth 652-B, the planet where I'll probably find my pack.

Thanks Moon. If this was your idea, I certainly won't forget it.

Because, I finally might've found the right pack for me.

Activate the portal.

I'll be there in no time.

Crossed it.

And here I am, to the other side. The planet lies in front of me. And it's... quite similar to my earth, if not entirely.

And from here... it's beautiful.

I can't wait to meet them... even though, they might be scared, or even aggressive towards me.

I'll go there transformed. And if they won't accept me, I'll ask them if they could, at the very least, let me talk with the black werewolf.

I need to talk with him. I need to know who is he.

Because... I felt it. I felt a bond within us. Not a bond of love, but a bond of... souls... like we had a bond of twin souls...

It felt like... our souls were almost identical.

"Invisibility: activated."

I hope they won't hear me though. I can make the starship invisible, but I can't cancel its noises.

And so, I finally decided to land on the planet.

Gosh, I swear I might've seen a pack.

I hope with all of myself, that it's not that pack.

But instead... it was that pack. The Rainfang Pack.

And they heard him perfectly.

The Rainfang Pack, in that moment, was doing a ritual: a concert to the Moon.

And that's because, they were preparing for a big hunt.

But before Rain, the Alpha, could speak, all the pack heard a big blast of wind, alongside a strong weird sound.

"Woah... what was that?" said Hunter

"There was nothing in the Sky, yet we all heard a sound! How is that possible??" said Tori

"N-no w-way... i-it can't be..." said Daniel.

"What? What do you mean?" asked Rain

"I think I might know." Daniel answered, with a weird tone

"You might know what?" asked Hunter

"I think I might know... who's arriving." I said

"It's like, a feeling that I have. I feel it in my soul, in my heart." I continued

"Woah, those are big words. And for you, who's arriving?" asked Rain.

"Ehm...-"

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack." said Fern and Hunter together.

"I'll come too." I said.

"I need to know if he's who I'm thinking." I finished.

"Very well, you'll come with us then." Rain said.

And so, they started to follow the direction where the sound stopped.

And Daniel doesn't know at all, that soon, he might meet, the black werewolf and the most important members of the pack that he wanted to join.

Unless...

When I was out of the Falcon, I transformed under the Moonlight. Oh, it's... one of the most beautiful things ever.

I mean, the transformation is painful, but this is the price that I have to pay if I want to be myself.

And now, I have to reach it.

I have to understand if the pack that I might've seen is the one that I'm searching for.

The woods circled the starship's landing zone, and I swear I could feel some magic in the air... could this be... a Midnight Forest?

I don't care now. I'll verify later.

At the moment, all I care about is reaching that pack.

And so, I went to the opposite direction from where I landed with the spaceship, and, in the end, I saw it. I heard it. The pack.

I quickly hid between the trees and the bushes, and thanks to my enhanced hearing, I could still them.

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack."

"I'll come too."

No way, it can't be. They wanted to follow the sounds' direction. Damn, they heard me.

There's only one thing I can do right now. I moved away, and took the distances from the pack. And then...

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

The pack heard a loud howl. But they didn't recognize it.

So, whoever this guy was, he was a wolf, or a werewolf.

"Rain, this howl... I can't recognize it. It's not from our pack." said Hunter.

"But I do." said Daniel.

"...it's him."

"...it's him"

Wait, it can't really be.

"Rain, let me handle this." She nodded. I got closer to the forest. I swear I could hear footsteps and the sound of the leaves. I heard them especially from the right, so I got closer once again, and...

"Hey! Is anybody there? We heard you! Come out! Reveal yourself!" I... I hope it's him.

Gosh, this went way worse than I was expecting...

I guess it's time to make my turn.

And so, I stepped out from the bushes, and from the trees. And i got closer to the voice.

In this moment, I'm just... a grey werewolf, in search of a pack, in search of answers... and, in search of a certain black werewolf...

And so, I took the final steps.

I could recognize them. Every single one. And a black werewolf was closer to me than all the rest of the pack.

And aw man, they were angry. Really angry. They were growling, showing their sharp fangs, and preparing their claws. They were defending theirselves, their pack, their territory.

All... except him.

He might be the black werewolf that I'm searching for. He might have recognized me.

This is my turn. It's now or never.

"My name... is Daniel."

"I come in peace, I swear."

"I just wanted to talk... with you." I said, pointing out the black werewolf.

Woah, he might really be...

"Enough guys, I know who he is. Let me talk with him."

"Are you sure about that? You don't even know him, right?" said Hunter

"I know enough. He's not dangerous. Trust me."

He's trying to... protect me?

"My name is Daniel too."

"And I know why you're here. Actually, we both know."

"It's because..."

"I saw you in a vision" we said at the same moment.

I knew it.

I knew it.

"Another vision?" said the werewolf squad

"Yeah, I had another one. It happened yesterday." I answered

"This time though, it was like... we had switched bodies. Because we both had it. For a moment, he was in my body, and I was in his."

I... can't believe it. I... I found him.

"I saw a beautiful place. I was on a great hill. Behind me there was a Midnight Forest, and in front of me, the Forest continued down a valley, with a river that was passing through it."

"The Moon was Full-"

"-and she was magnificent. And the Sky... it simply was- spectacular. It was full of Stars, and I could even see some falling stars. And then, there were the Northern Lights, which danced freely in the sky, and between the trees."

"And it felt like... an endless moment."

"And I," I said, "I've seen you. All of you. I remember every single face."

"It was a Night of Full Moon, but that Night, here, it was a Red Moon."

"And I, I remember it soo well. My vision seemed too, like an endless moment."

"You were in a swamp."

"Some of you were blocked in mid-air, some of you were playing in the mud, some of you were chasing each other..."

"Wait, how could we be blocked in mid-air?" the werewolf squad asked "I told you lots of times! It felt like an endless moment! It felt like time was slowed down, or even blocked!" I answered for him

"Yes, that's what I was trying to say"

"In that moment... gosh, I felt alone, really alone. That's why I'm here. Not just for you, Daniel, but also for this pack..."

"So, who's... the Alpha here?"

Wait, does he...?

"I am. The name's Rain." Rain said with an intimidating voice

"Rain, what a beautiful name..."

"I... I'd like to join, if... like, I know that... we don't even know each other, but... if you don't want to... I'll return to be a loner, I guess... and I'll waste this opportunity given to me by the Moon."

"You WHAT?" the pack asked Yeah, I knew it. She really is capable of everything...

I felt exactly the same, Daniel. Alone, entirely alone, and I craved to join a pack so much... but then, the Moon saved me. Rain, please, say yes. You can't deny the Moon's calling. For his own good, for our own good...

"If the Moon sent you here, I can't deny her calling. It'd be a taboo if I didn't follow her rules." Rain said "So, if she sent you here, there must be a reason, right? And I'm pretty sure that the reason is... finding happiness." "So, for the Moon's Blessing, you're one of us now, Daniel. You're now part of the Rainfang Pack!" she said with a smile on her face "And now, shall we celebrate the new member?" "YES! TO THE NEW MEMBER! AND TO THE MOON!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the entire pack howled, included me, to welcome the new member, and to thank the Moon

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I joined the pack's howl

After... all this time... I was, craving... I almost lost hope...

But, hope never fades, right, Moon, or should I say, Magic?

Thank you. I won't forget it.

I am finally part of a pack. Gosh, I can't wait to show them all the beautiful places... that the Multiverse contains...

Now, I want to see it clearly. And so, after we finished our wolfish chorus... "Daniel, I need-" I said.

Wait, has he thought my same idea...?

"Do you want our hands to touch, and then let Magic do the rest, don't you?" I asked him

"So, you had my same idea!" I said to him, excitedly

"Yes! Yes!!" I said happily

This is really him. I might have found... my twin soul brother...

"Under the Light of the Moon-"

"-we shall touch our hands-"

"to see if we share the souls of two brothers!" we said at the same time

And when we touched our hands... we felt it. Together. Our souls, they're almost identical. Our worlds touched. And so, for a moment, I was able to see on his side, and he on my side. That's how I finally understood why our souls aren't totally identical. It's because his soul... it has... something special...

Born to become werewolves... that's what we are. Chosen by Fate, to be different from all the others.

In the end, even if he never wanted to be a werewolf, when he became one, in the end, he accepted it. And now he couldn't live without it.

And if it wasn't for the fact that mine was born to be a Divine Soul, our souls would be 100% identical.

This honestly felt like I had found... a lost brother... a twin brother...

In that moment, I felt so happy, that I hugged him.

Wow, I actually wasn't expecting this, but I really accept it.

And after a moment of embarassment...

"And now... gosh I've waited a lot to tell this... I want to take all of you on a journey."

"Daniel, the place that you saw in the vision", I said, "it's called Nocturnia."

"And it's the planet where Magic originated. And where the Night is eternal."

"Wait, WHAT?" the entire pack said, and me too "The planet where magic originated? AND A PLACE OF ETERNAL NIGHT???" the werewolf squad was extremely curious, and I was too "I WANT TO GO THERE IMMEDIATELY!!" Tori said excitedly "YES, ALL OF US WANT TO GO THERE!!!" Hunter said. Actually, I've never seen him this energetic "BUT HOW CAN WE REACH ANOTHER PLANET???" I asked myself

"Oh, I have the solution, don't worry. This, for your eyes, will be spectacular."

I turned myself to the direction where I came from, and...

"リ𝙹ᓵℸ ̣ ⚍∷リ╎ᔑ" I said while gesturing

We felt a huge blast of wind. A portal opened in front of me.

Ah, the old Magic. When I don't have any tools, I can rely on her.

"Woah" the entire werewolf squad said (included me) "This is spectacular..." A big purple portal full of runes opened in front of our eyes... but wait, they're the same... yes, those are definitely the Forest's Access Gate runes. I wonder why...?

"This is Nocturnia, the planet where Magic originated, also known as the Planet of the Eternal Night."

The entire pack crossed the portal. For a moment, they remained... almost petrified... at the mere sight of the planet's beauty.

Then, they went in all the directions, staying close to the portal's zone. Some were playing, some were exploring, and some were beholding that natural show. Daniel was one of them. He remained by my side.

"This is the most beautiful place that I've ever seen... even better than the vision itself..."

"And for me, this is a werewolf's true home..."

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Wow... when I howled, Daniel answered me, then the other werewolves, and then the rest of the pack...

So, this... this is how a werewolf feels like when he has found the right pack... he feels happiness... he feels a bond... he feels that, he has... a family.

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I only hope that... nothing will ever happen to them. Because little they know, of who I really am.

At least, now I'll be able to reach this place a lot more easily thanks to the help of portals...

Moon please, give them protection. [YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I'VE SPENT WRITING THIS. THIS MIGHT BE THE LONGEST STORY THAT I WROTE FOR THE PACK. Gosh, I'm exhausted, but I wanted to finish it...]

[I hope you'll like it!! And now, before I fall asleep on the keyboard, let me take my Millenniun Falcon and fly away from here... TO INFINITY AND BEYOND, which is my bed lol]

(I actually posted this by mistake. There's still something that should be modified. But, at this point, you could try to tell me your full opinions about this!)

#werewolfkin #my story #daniel writes #rainfang pack

[vivacoded]

October 2, 2023

Current Mood: fine, a little anxious

Day Rating: 5/10

Another day doing online college... Or so I thought. That makes it sound like I spent the day on some thrilling adventure, but really I just didn't have any work to do. I had the whole house to myself like I usually do on weekdays, so I spent today just lounging around at my kitchen table with my dog.

I feel bad for her though lmao. The kitchen window was open so we could hear all the birds tweeting outside, but I had a song stuck in my head. The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know by Will Wood to be exact. Say that 10 times fast. See, when I have a song stuck in my head, I can't just listen to it once. Not twice. Not even three times. I have to listen to it over and over and over and overandoverandoverandoverandover again on repeat until I'm satisfied. I think that's a form of stimming. Lately I've been having one Will Wood song stuck in my head per day. I wouldn't be surprised if he's the only artist that shows up in my Spotify Wrapped. Anyways, back to my dog, poor girl just wanted to rest her old bones and take a nap, but here I am blasting some evil jazz on repeat because I can't function otherwise. Or maybe she's used to it by now :P

Later today, after dinner to be exact, my mom took me out driving again. I've only ever driven in parking lots, so she wanted me to get at least some experience on the road before I meet with my instructor on Wednesday (which, by the way, I found out there's no female instructors at that school. Being in a car with some random man? Yuck!) The original plan was just to drive around the block, but I eventually wanted to practice some more since I felt like I was getting the hang of things.

I drove around the whole town for a while, which wasn't really a lot since I live in a small town, and I eventually got the courage to drive on a real road. I didn't drive on the real road too much, to be fair, but it was still my first time actually being on one. It was a little scary, but there weren't many cars out this evening. The most aggravating part was waiting for cars to pass so I could actually turn onto the road.

Tomorrow, my mom wants me to take on more populated roads. Nothing big, just in the next town over. She specifically wants me to go to this store, and it makes me wonder if it's just an excuse to take her out shopping lmao.

Oh! I drove by some houses in my town that are already decorated for Halloween. There was one house in the very back road that did an excellent job utilizing the small yard they had to strategically place props. There didn't seem to be any specific theme, but I'm not complaining. All the stuff they had put out there was awesome. I'm going to go window shopping for Halloween props and decorations later this month, so maybe I can find where those people got their stuff from. People always hype up Spirit Halloween, but other stores like Party City and Home Depot have really cool things too. Sometimes they're even better!

I hope when I'm living on my own, I'll be able to make enough money where I can buy cool Halloween props too. Hell, I'd keep a couple in my house all year long if they fit my decorations. Man, if I had money, I'd be so cool. I hate that I need money in order to express myself and be happy, but I also want money so bad. The world is tough like that, I suppose.

Another diary entry where I rambled a lot about an uneventful day. I wonder what will happen when I have an eventful day. I might end up writing a novel lmao. Not that it matters. This is my corner of the internet. It's possible that no one will even read these entries anyways. Just me and my own thoughts. Marking my existence on the internet so I won't be forgotten.

#★:VIVA'S DIARY #★:2023 #★:OCTOBER 2023