#he can only remember that drink exploding everywhere

[faunandfloraas]

Lee Know's final answer: Cocktail

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[leohamatoblog]

What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons

[simplyholl]

A Big Tip [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: You and Loki are coworkers. What happens when you find yourself alone with him?

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

W/C: 1K

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You roll your eyes at one of your coworker’s dirty jokes. You’re trying to remember your table’s order, and don’t want them to break your concentration. It’s finally your turn at the computer, when the newest server, Loki, struts in. His big frame takes up most of the entry way while the other servers try to get around him with hands full of dirty plates.

He had been your secret obsession since the day he started. Like a moth to a flame you were inexplicably drawn to him. Who could blame you? He was tall, handsome, charming, mischievous, and charismatic. His dark curls were barely contained in the bun resting on the back of his neck, loose strands framing his beautiful face.

Cindy, your best friend, cleared her throat behind you bringing you back to the task at hand. Three servers including her were waiting for their turn. You had long forgotten the order table twelve gave you. You think back to your conversation with them. Was it a hamburger, no a chicken sandwich. You were unsure.

How dare he walk in like he owns the place and distract you completely. You push passed him to ask for your table’s order again. He had the nerve to smirk at you on your way out. He knew the effect he had on you. It was a little unnerving. You made sure to write down what your customers wanted this time, so you wouldn’t mess it up.

You go up the stairs to wait for the screen. You turn around to see Loki right behind you. You’d like to think he was using this computer to be close to you, but this is the one closest to his station. “Do you need anything, darling? You look a little flustered.” He purred in your ear, while placing his hand on your arm.

“No, I’m okay. Just forgot an order.” You could feel his eyes on you while your clumsy fingers fumbled against the screen. As the rush came in, you were almost too busy to think about Loki. Almost. He seemed to be everywhere you were. His blue eyes found you in every area of the restaurant.

You were in the weeds, drowning in customers. You had drawn the short end of the stick and were in a three server section with just you and one lazy coworker. You were sure your head would explode if one more person asked you for extra ranch. Luckily, Cindy and Loki had come down to help you when no one else would.

You put the last drink on your tray, struggling to lift it. Why did every person on your eight top want multiple drinks? It would be difficult to carry the heavy tray through the full dining room and down the stairs to your section. Loki watched you closely the whole time you were preparing the drinks. So it was no surprise when he mockingly asked if you had it.

“Actually, can you carry it for me? I don’t think I can make it downstairs with it.” You give him your best doe eyed look, fluttering your eyelashes. He lifts the tray with ease. You follow him out, appreciating the way his muscles strained against his black button up. He held it for you as you passed out the beverages to each person.

The restaurant had finally closed and you got to change out of your uniform. You were now sporting a low cut tank top and leggings. You sit across from Loki, still in his work uniform, to do your end of shift paperwork. You could tell he was trying not to look at your cleavage. But you caught him peeking over his phone admiring the swell of your chest, now on full display.

You make your way to the back to retrieve your belongings from your locker when a large hand wraps around your delicate wrist stopping you in your tracks. Loki’s grip grows tighter as he walks toward the supply closet. He flips the light on, quickly pushing you inside.

When the door shuts behind him, his eyes darken. He pushes you back against the cool shelf. “What are we doing in here, Loki?” “You have been eye fucking me all night, little one. Don’t be shy now.” His mouth descends on yours. Teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other, your hands travel along his muscled arms and torso moving to quickly unbutton his shirt.

“We have to be quick, darling. The others will be finished soon.” You nod as he pulls your panties and leggings down your thighs. You unbutton his pants. He is a lot bigger than you expected, and you knew he would be huge. Loki drags a slender finger across your folds. He smirks when he withdraws his soaked digit.

“Wet for me already?” He brings his finger to his lips, a small moan escapes him as he tastes your arousal. He slides his finger past his lips with a loud pop. Loki thrusts up into you, his large hand covers your mouth to stifle your cry. His hot breath on your ear as he shushes you sends shivers down your body.

You can hear footsteps outside the closet, so any sound could lead to you getting caught. He holds you against the shelf each thrust of his hips rattling the bottles of cleaner against each other. He slithers his hand between your writhing bodies. His thumb strums your clit like a skilled guitar player making you see stars as he continues to fuck into you. Your grasp tightens on the sleeves of his work shirt.

He picks up his pace while you move wildly against him chasing your high. You remove your hand from him to grip the shelf, but accidentally topple a vacuum cleaner over. The loud bang would surely alert someone to your hiding spot.

“Fuck it” Loki growls. He presses you harder against the shelf, knocking cleaning supplies to the floor around his feet. The thought of someone finding you wrapped around Loki fuels the flame low in your stomach. His sharp teeth lock down on the smooth skin of your neck.

You claw at his dress shirt covered back as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You can’t help the animalistic cry that leaves your throat. Loki’s hands tighten on your hips. A low growl vibrates against your collarbone as he reaches his release. “No one can know about this, love. It will be our little secret.”

You agree with him as you try to get your wobbly legs used to standing again. You pull your leggings up. “I’ll go out first, wait a few minutes then you can leave.” You tell him, looking back to get one more glance at his exposed chest. You stumble, walking around like a newborn calf.

When you come around the corner, Cindy is waiting for you, amusement dancing in her eyes. She locks her arm with yours and you both giggle passing your other coworkers who are none the wiser.

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[mysteriouslover1516]

Lost without You (Part 1)

The young hacker had managed to evade his pursuers once more, escaping the mine unnoticed and mostly unharmed except for the smoke in his lungs. Apparently there was an exit that not even the FBI had known of, allowing him to escape undetected and swiftly. Fleeing on foot past the outskirts of Duskwood, he was able to slow his pace, being careful to avoid any busy and populated roads. After finding refuge in another city and booking a hotel room under a secret identity, he was then able to focus on setting up his computer. It had been over five days since the incident at the mine, meaning the news of the explosion was everywhere.

Four days ago Alan Bloomgate, chief police of Duskwood, recovered the missing Hannah Donfort from the Grimstone Mine. Although malnourished, weak, and frightened; the young woman was in overall better condition than expected. She showed no signs of injuries beside slight cuts on her body, and chafing on her wrists and ankles from rope. Before anyone could reenter the mine and look for the perpetrator or the missing person of Richy Rogers, the Grimstone exploded. Officers have confirmed that it was clearly an inside job, the person behind everything had set fire to the mine in order to hide the evidence and avoid capture by the police.

Hannah Donfort was brought to the Duskwood hospital and checked over for any more injuries, luckily there were none major. Her family and friends are overjoyed by her safe return; however, the same can not be said for the Rogers family. Police are still searching the burnt remains for any evidence or trace of the young mechanic, another victim of the cruel actions of a maniac. The identity of the perpetrator has not yet been confirmed, officers are still looking for the body or possible bodies in the mine.

Jake bit his lip as he read the article, it was all lining up just as he had suspected. Michael was undoubtedly the one who had started the fire, opting to commit suicide instead of being imprisoned for Hannah’s kidnapping and Amy’s murder. His electric blue eyes then caught the headline of another column, immediately clicking onto the website.

Hannah Donfort has just confessed to being involved in a mysterious and tragic incident that took place nearly ten years ago, the cause of Jennifer Hanson’s death.

In 2013 a young woman by the name of Jennifer Hanson went missing. She was last seen at the Bar Aurora, where her father Michael Hanson was the current owner of. Michael made a statement saying she had left the Aurora for her father’s house, but she had never made it there. The case was thought to be foul play, until a few weeks later her body was found buried deep in the Duskwood forest, the onslaught of rain had washed away the dirt surrounding the grave. The autopsy produced evidence that Jennifer’s death wasn’t necessarily murder, but instead she had been hit by a car. Slivers of paint from an AMC Gremlin were found on her, leading the police to the owner of the matching car: Ted Madruga. Madruga was arrested and imprisoned despite his claims that he was not involved in her death. For ten years he has lived behind bars and been accused of Jennifer’s hit and run, until now.

Hannah Donfort remembers the incident perfectly as one that will never leave her mind. It is forever embedded in her brain, one that will haunt her the rest of her life. She claims it was an accident, afterall she had been only 14 when it had occurred. She also has named Amy Bell Lewis, now deceased, and Richy Rogers, currently missing and assumed to be dead, as being involved in the incident. According to Hannah, Amy had lost an important necklace during the carriage tour around the Grimstone Waterfall and had asked Hannah to go back and help find it. Since both girls were underage and couldn’t legally drive, they had asked Richy to drive them back to the mine. Hannah states that Richy had been drinking and refused, but after the girls’ incessant begging, he gave them the keys to an old AMC Gremlin. The same AMC Gremlin that Ted Madruga was the current owner of, he had apparently left his vehicle at Roger’s Garage in order to have the car scrapped. The file had been lost, which is why there was no proof that the vehicle had ever been on the shop’s property, leading to Madruga’s arrest. Hannah says she had been driving around the Rogers’ lot for about a year, so she didn’t think anything could go wrong, after all they would be driving on a mostly deserted highway.

Hannah claims that after the accident, she and Amy had returned back to Richy’s house, where the three of them then drove back to the site and buried the body. She was able to lead the officers to the exact spot where Jennifer’s body had been found ten years ago, and her description and obvious remorse and guilt left no doubt in the officers’ minds that she was indeed telling the truth. She is currently being held on trial for her involvement in the death of Jennifer Hanson, the charges will more than likely be lessened due to her confession. Ted Madruga has rejoined society after ten years of unjust and wrongful imprisonment. This is a tragic day for the community of Duskwood, old memories resurfacing as the village’s dark side has once more regained the spotlight.

Jake sighed as he read the article, he knew Hannah had done the right thing, but still he prayed that her sentencing wouldn’t be so bad. He hoped that since she had been a minor when the incident occurred and because of her confession, she’d get off with just a few years of jail time. He had known about Hannah and Amy’s involvement in Jennifer’s death since gaining access to the chat between the two girls; however, the news about Richy was quite unexpected. All this time Richy had held the answers, meaning they might have been able to trace the leads back to Michael Hanson much sooner. No, that was the wrong mindset. Richy was still missing, more than likely deceased, he was still in the mine when the fire broke out. He couldn’t be angry at the mechanic, not now, there had to have been a reason Richy had kept it secret, as did Hannah and Amy. God, this secret had killed Amy and ultimately Richy too, Hannah had barely escaped the hands of a maniac. The thought made his adrenaline skyrocket, fingers running through his black, wavy hair. His eyes landed on a public record that had aired just 48hrs ago, clicking on his mouse as the newspaper clipping flooded his screen.

A new statement has been released concerning the case of Hannah Donfort’s kidnapping, Amy Bell Lewis’ death, and the fire in the mine. Jessica Hawkins, a resident of Duskwood since moving here when she was six, and MC, the mysterious source that led Alan to the Grimstone Mine, have given the  police crucial information that connects all three cases. Two recorded video calls have finally disclosed the identity of the kidnapper as Richy Rogers. The link to these two videos can be found here.

Jake watched quietly as he viewed both videos, one of his worst fears coming true. He felt the betrayal, he felt the anger, the pain, but he also felt the sorrow. It wasn’t that he was grieving for himself, but for the others. He couldn’t imagine the pain that the group was experiencing, especially Hannah, Jessy, and MC. Richy was their friend, how could he do this to them? How could he make the last few weeks a living nightmare for Hannah? How could he attack Jessy? How could he allow MC and the others to believe he was dead? How could he strike fear into the group by trying to attack the cabin in the woods? How could he ask MC to come to the Grimstone Mine? The devil had been right before their very eyes, and they had failed to see it. Jake’s breath stuck in his throat as he clicked on the latest article, emotions battling within him as he read the words.

The officers have given up on finding the burnt remains of Richy Rogers, however it is undeniably known that he is dead. The tragedy from ten years ago has finally been solved, but another one has just begun. So many questions arise, so much betrayal and sorrow weighing on the shoulders of the Duskwood community. There are no answers, no explanations for this, some might say this is what the mechanic’s actions warranted him. In just a matter of weeks the people of Duskwood have lost two of their members, Amy Bell Lewis and Richy Rogers. The town offers condolences to the friends and families of the deceased, and desperately hopes for a brighter horizon in the near future.

Hey lovelies! Thank you all for your kind words and support! Please leave reviews and comments in the box below, I love to hear from all of you. I will try to get part two and three out in the next couple of days. ;) Love you all.

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[theomnicode]

Genos and acquiring psychic powers

oH nnoooOO I thought of something horrible just now.

If y'all remember the meta about psychostimulants and I just now thought about Genos' true calling as a defender and potential healer...

Remember how Fubuki healed him firsthand? And stopped him from exploding?

And how Fubuki was doing a lot of actually protecting heroes from certain death on the battlefield and Genos himself trusted in Fubuki to take care of the heroes he brought to her?

I'm pretty sure that part has left a lasting impression on him. And he definitely feel inadequate in protecting people with his own raw power alone.

Then if you remember how in OVA, Genos wishes he had psychic powers so he could have saved sensei's crabs. That seems to be foreshadowing.

--

I'm calling it here, he's gonna get into his head that he REALLY needs some gosh darn psychic powers to actually protect people, shield them and heal them. Because he feels so inadequate in raw power.

More specifically, against OPM God.

What better way to do it but drink poison in a bottle, ergo psychostimulant that heightens psychic powers?

Courtesy from interrogating Psykos during the psychic sisters arc where he might notice Fubuki's prowess in defending herself with psychic whirlwind too. Against mental powers. He also saw firsthand just how powerful Tatsumaki is with her psychic powers and defending against Psykorochi who was god-empowered. He was in the thick of all that and only staved off her attacks with his own maximum capacity.

All this talk about how God attacks the weak points in one's spirit too and not physical attacks. He'd need to get mentally a lot stronger.

All he needs as incentive is a large scale attack where he is unable to protect everyone, even if he eliminated a threat swiftly, because he can't be everywhere at once. The scale of attack where lots of people actually die. They don't need to physically die, they could just die in his imagination.

If we really want to torture this guy mentally, destroyed schools, parks and dead little kids and lots of orphaned children that he personally comes in contact with. An actual honest to god nightmare scenario for him.

In his free time, Genos spends time at a park where he oversees kids play around. Just in case of monster attacks. And it really angers him to hear this guy be so irresponsible and not issue an evacuation order when these kids might be in danger.

Another type of incentive is that he would feel like he has to mentally protect Saitama and his vulnerable emotions, when Saitama actually starts to show vulnerability. Be his shield, the umbrella from the caustic rain of God's influence. Because he cares for him so much.

But he'd end up becoming a mental meatshield and not an actual shield. That's just how he is. He tried to protect Tatsumaki at the cost of his own well-being and he would definitely try to protect Saitama from mental attacks the same.

Saitama tried to teach him to value his own life and it took root, but there's definitely a setback in the form of the memories from the core, actually remembering dying and being too infatuated, he would not think rationally. All he would think of is not his own well-being, but others. And if Saitama-sensei can just turn back causality, he'd be safe no matter what risky avenue he takes right? He's free to take risks.

Hell, he might be out of commission still when the psychic sisters arc commences and he'd feel even more useless without an actual battle form.

Chances are the memories of everyone dying to Godrou is just about all the incentive he needs. If this is God's power, he needs to shield people from it. He would search for ways to desperately protect people from it if he can't even physically attack OPM God.

As S-rank, he would be privy to the interrogation information as well. Then all he needs is to procure said psychostimulant and he could get those damn psychic powers he thinks he needs.

Too bad doing so would make him 100% susceptible for God's machinations, if he gets a cognitive boost. Or it would just straight up kill him. He has no psychic powers, so he'd probably just fry his own brain or go comatose or whatever.

And I'm not sure but he'd probably gloss over Saitama's reaction to whatever happens to him. Because if something happened to him, Saitama could just bring him back. That is what he expects Saitama's modus operanti to be, but I'm not sure he'd have considered the emotional ramifications of him dying again.

But he does not know something important about Saitama and that is Saitama's own suicidal tendencies. Romeo and Juliet.

Nothing good is in store for Genos, nor Saitama if Genos goes through with this.

#opm #one punch man #genos #opm meta #opm wc spoilers #psychic powers #mental shield #fubuki #opm manga panels #opm god

[inlocusmads]

Trystan's reading addiction (a headcanon):

Has a personal library collection of over 1,000 books and treasures them more than he treasures weapons.

Rigorously attends book signings and author meet ups. Is a part of at least three book clubs which is a massive safety hazard because he just gives his name without any reluctance.

Has a soft spot for pirate stories or stories set at sea.

Books are just everywhere in his house. Under the TV stand, on the kitchen counter, on the coffee table. He even has some next to a bunch of towels. Nora freaks out when she discovers a Stephen King novel next to an assortment of skincare products.

Reads like an absolute storm. He finishes books at an insane speed - like he can sit and get through a 500 page book in three hours.

Rereads a lot. His books are not in the best condition. Some are annotated with post-its or uneasy scribbles. Others are torn across the edges or they smell like coffee or faint perfume.

Has to buy at least five more books if he steps out at any given instant. It becomes a riot because Nora's trying to hold all of his literary purchases and he's just walking down the aisle, picking them out like outfits.

He's definitely fancy as frick; must have a glass of wine or a stiff drink because you never read sober.

Travels with books too. Even if it is to the nearest grocery shop. He's also got tons of EPUBs in his phone, which also freaks Nora out and the fact that he pays for additional storage space to put digital prints of his books on his phone.

Constantly references something in his conversation. It's always "Oh this case reminds me of this--" and that's it. Nothing gets done. Nora's listening to Trystan talk on and on about the intricacies of the plot and a dozen literary devices employed in the text and they've already forgotten about the case they had to get to.

Remembers everything he reads but cannot for the love of God remember what month it is.

Supports local libraries by making liberal donations. That's how he meets Sonja Dormer and everyone else. He's always been an avid supporter of local businesses mostly because they don't pass judgemental glances when he brings a cart ton of books to the cashier and Nora going "I suggest you stick around to see because it only takes him eight hours to finish ten books and it is pretty awesome."

Trystan constantly shoving new books at Nora's face. ("No I don't want-" "THIS IS THE BEST BOOK YOU WILL EVER READ!" "You said that about five times")

He's also the kind of person to learn a whole new language so he can read books in them. That's how he learned Polish, Ukrainian and Serbian in the span of a couple of months.

Definitely a crier. Nora would have to spend hours trying to comfort him and tell him that though the characters are gone, the stories live on and they won't be killed.

While being the life of party, he definitely brings a book to any large gatherings. Or a phone with books in them. Even during one of those NYPD commendation parties they received when they tracked down Sonja's killer. Nora found him at a desk reading the last chapter of the Book Thief.

Instead of suggesting songs to listen to, he's got a playlist of book titles on his phone at all times.

"Oh but the book is better." "This scene wasn't in the book." "It isn't a true adaptation."

Trying to write his own story but only managing to finish one sentence before cracking his knuckles and going "Whew, what a day! This must be what Isaac Asimov felt like!"

Having a soft spot for campy af adventure stories because he's dreamt of something like that for a long time.

Having signed copies because he'd rather take care of his books than get a bite to eat.

Dragging Nora to book club meetings, ComicCons and just having his mind explode at the sheer amount of merchandise and books they've got there.

The glove box in his car has a book in it. He never travels without one.

the duality of "oh I shall add this to my TBR." and "Nora I believe I have a problem. I have over two hundred books to read."

#he is a voracious reader i am certain of it #trystan thorne #trystan x nora #crimes of passion #thorne rose headcanons

[lyon-amore]

What if…? Duskwood Chapter 16

Chapter 15 ————————————————————————————-  

*Macie POV*

 While I'm working, I get notification from the group. Dan has returned. I'm so happy when I see him, even though I'm mad at him for taking the car while he was drunk. If he could write, then he was perfect. Well, inside what it means to be perfect.

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 Lilly Were you really drinking? Dan That wasn’t even worth mentioning Jessie 😠 Dan For real it was barely anyhing Macie You were completely wasted Lilly And how exactly do you happen to know that? Were you at the Black Swan with him? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I control myself not to yell at the screen. Seriously, what's Lilly's problem with me? Right now I haven't said anything that seems suspicious, why does she hate me so much?

 I frown, annoyed. Do she always have to make my days bitter? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie No, we were chatting Dan I love being the center of attention in your argument but I need some sleep. My head feels like it’s gonna explode Lilly Hold up Dan Dan Oh yeah, the vote ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 << Really, Lilly? Dan just woke up and that's the first thing on your mind?>> I would make me bite my phone if it weren't for the fact that I would seem crazy, how can she do this to him? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie I totally forgot about this vote Dan My vote is always the deciding factor 👌 Mmmmmmh Mh Mh Mh… Richy 😩 Dan Macie stays Jessy 🙂 Macie Haha too bad for you Lilly Lilly Dan, fid you read the entire chat? Dan Of course Lilly Then why are you voting against me? Dan I really don't need the drama right now. I am going to explain it to you once I slept ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I watch as Lilly disconnects and I laugh.    "That's what you get for being childish." I say, looking at my phone.    "Who is childish?" Aiden asks me.    "Nobody important." I stretch out in the chair, with a smile "How good it feels when things go well!"    "I'm glad to see you happy."    "You know? I feel that from now on everything can go well." I continue writing a few last words in the chat when Thomas connects and I continue with Aiden ", I think today is the big day, I feel it."    "I can feel it too," he says with a laugh, "I think tomorrow will be my lucky day."     Ah yes, tomorrow is the anniversary. I still don't know what to do, with all this research and the fact that I don't really feel like going to the party —and even less with Aiden—, I haven't even had time to choose a dress, would it be bad if I chose one that I already had instead to buy a new one? It's not like I have to buy one, I'm still saving for the one I saw.

 Wow... Truly, my life was much more boring than before now that I'm back in action. I barely remembered all the things I did before the whole Hannah thing. The only problem is that years ago I didn't have as many responsibilities as I do now.    "By the way, why does Lian look so happy?"    "From what she has told me, Brian arrived last night, he brought up the day of his arrival so he could spend more time with her," I answered, watching from a distance how Lian emanates that aura of love everywhere. They rarely see each other, Brian's job keeps him busy all the time.    "I hope they catch that guy as soon as possible so that she's happy then." He looks at Lian, who doesn't stop sending messages on the phone. "It's better when she's like this than when she's bossy and gossiping."    "Yeah." I laugh, happy to see my friend happy.     I remember when she said that she had dinner with him and that I was invited, but I think something happened because she didn't mention it again. Poor Brian, the guy they're looking for is really giving him a headache, he must be pretty good at running from the authorities.    << Paranoid, worried, he doesn't say anything about himself, attentive to the computer... It would be too much of a coincidence, right? >>     I try to push that thought away. It is not good for me to talk about this and my suspicions…    "Well, I'm going to get ready, I have to do a live show soon." Aiden moves away a bit "Will you let me know then?"    "Yeah, I'll see what I have tomorrow." I replied, putting on a fake smile.As he walks away, I get a text from Jake. Was he listening or did he just happen to talk to me after Aiden left?

As he walks away, I get a text from Jake. Was he listening or did he just happen to talk to me after Aiden left?

I go to the bathroom to write to him, locking myself in a cubicle. Every time I feel that everyone is aware of what I do with my phone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I came across something really interesting. Macie Perfect! I already wanted to know about some new clue! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I’m very curious to know what the doctor has in store for us. I hope that clears up this mystery a bit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie You haven't heard anything through the microphone by any chance, have you Jake I'm a hacker investigating a kidnapping. Not your private life. You don't have to worry about it. Macie That is a yes to what can be done? 🤔 Jake Hmm… I will leave that to your intuition, Detective Connors. ;) Macie Omg! You've done it! Jake Haha. No, not really, don't worry. But I did read the group chat. It's a good thing Dan decided you should stay. Macie Would you make another appearance if he votes against me? Jake No, I think they've learned the rest of the lesson by now. Macie It would have been great Jake Do not get used. Macie Not even a small apparition? 🥺 Jake … I guess so, just to be sure. Macie 🤭 Jake Well, enough talking, I'm entertaining you and it's not your break time yet. Macie Should I be honored that you know my schedule or scared that maybe I'm talking to a personal stalker? Jake I already told you: I pay attention to everything you do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Is just me or is the temperature starting to rise? I just remembered how he looked at me when he told me. I can tell, but he's holding back for some reason. It's what hurts me the most, because it seems that he still doesn't trust me even though he said yes. I take a breath reading his words. I have to relax or when I get out of here, everyone will think badly of me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie That's not an exact answer Jake I think it says it all. See you later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    “ ’I think it says it all’?“ I don't know whether to laugh sarcastically, feel happy to read them or it's just what he does, pay attention to everything I do just because I'm investigating.     God Jake…Give me a reason so I don't think you're playing with my feelings to find Hannah, I'm only asking for that, then I'll continue to help you, but don't make me feel like I'm just a means to find her like the rest of the group. 

I leave the cubicle after flushing, in case someone is there. I also don't want them to think badly of me. I could reach the floor with my eyes closed or to make it more secure, with a blindfold. My feet are already alone. Before entering, I see the cats standing in the street and I can't help but greet them.    "You're here again, Salem and Mary." I nuzzle the black and gray and watch a white one approach. "You are new, right?" I ask when I take her in my arms "What do you think of 'Angela'? Because you look like a little angel." The cat meows and I leave her on the ground.     I notice that they have a couple of plates with food and water and I look up. Could it have been Jake who left it here?    "At least you're well taken care of." I tell them before entering the building. 

I was going to knock but Jake opens the door for me again. I see that he has a smile.    “Entertaining with the cats?” he asks me, letting me pass.    "I couldn't help it, it's a good distraction trap" I commented, going through the same ritual each time I entered. ". Besides, there's a new cat, I was curious about her."    "You mean Leia?"    "'Leia'?" I arch an eyebrow, confused "Did you name her?     He looked to the other side, embarrassed.    "I remembered that you called the other two Salem and Mary" he answers awkwardly, ",I thought it wasn't bad that the cat also had one..."      I let out a small laugh. Leia. All right. So I won't call her Angela. I really likes to see when he gets nervous, he is adorable, charming… And he is good with animals. I'm sure that if he left them that food, it's because they didn't stop meowing.    “Okay, I'm ready to see what we have to see.” I say, placing my hands on my hips, almost in a heroic pose.    “Rather, we have to listen.”     Jake walks over to the computer and I sit in my chair. This time I want to be focused, this clue is something important, Hannah may have told Dr. Ulric something that can help us.

 I tuck my hair behind my ears, like I want to have a good hearing of what I'm going to hear even if I don't have to. They are a thing that I have since I helped my father that I thought were not going to return. Jake clicks his mouse on it and the audio plays.    "What would you like to talk about today, Hannah?" It's the doctor's voice. He sounds curious, as if Hannah had told him something earlier to come together for this conversation "Hannah, are you listening?"    "Yes, I'm sorry, Dr. Barrett..." It's the first time I've heard Hannah's voice.     I look at Jake to see his reaction. I can see him worried, rubbing his hands a lot impatiently. I put my hand close to his to try to calm him down. I smile at him pronouncing the word calm with my lips and he nods, lowering his hands to leave them on the table. But when I go to pull my hand away, he takes it, like he needs support. He squeezed it lovingly, continuing to listen to the audio.    “No need to apologize, Hannah. We have all the time in the world,” he advises. "I just make to be sure that you are with me."     That makes me think that she must have been absent that day, immersed in her thoughts. The next thing we hear makes us look at each other at Hannah's words.    "I been follow."    "You let told me something similar last time."     I feel Jake's hand tighten around me. Although he doesn't show it, I see that he is angry. How long would he be following her? The doctor said that she had already told him, why didn't he do anything?    "But this time it's different," Hannah defends herself. "I… I… I just know it. "     I listen carefully to Hannah's voice. She seems nervous. Well, I can't blame her, although I wonder what the difference between then and now is.    "Does this have something to do with your past? " Past? "Is this person watching you. This stranger... In any way connected to what happen that day in the forest? "     I pay attention to every detail I hear. So according to the kidnapper, it's true, everything he show us is about something related to the forest. Hannah sighs before continuing.    "I know you don't believe me."    "I never said that."     << She already told you once… >>    “He was standing right there in the forest, watching us,” Hannah recounts. I still haven't let go of Jake's hand. ”I wasn't sure then, but I am today.”     Isn't she referring to The Man Without a Face? I mean… He's a legend, so he must be the one behind Hannah's disappearance.    "I think it would be a good idea if you tell me what happened back then in the forest." Barret asks.    "I have ready told you a hundred times." Hannah's voice sounds tired here, like she's sick of saying the same thing all the time. There doesn't seem to be any new detail, maybe?    "But maybe you are going to tell me the story differently today" from the doctor's words, I think they haven't made any progress in that story, maybe there's something Hannah keeps to herself? ”Hannah, you guys were children-”    "Jennifer was the same age as I am today." Hearing those words, the image of a cold Hannah appears in my head, compared to the photo I had found of her, smiling. A Hannah who had been through something difficult, but she smiled. Only maybe it wasn't a real smile. She was hiding her suffering "did you know that?"    "I think we should take a little break." Barret answers nervously.     The audio ends and I notice Jake lost in thought of him after the audio. I bite my lip, thinking of what to say so he'll relax first. When he gets tense, he completely changes and shuts down. I need him calm.    "You were able to find something too for a change." I tell him, trying to find some relaxation before starting work.     Jake looks at me confused.    "That isn’t the first time that I am finding something?" He asks me as he looks at me with a frown.    "Either way, you haven’t found your sense of humor yet." I teased, with a mischievous smile. His serious expression doesn't change. "Do you know what having fun looks like?"    "At least I've heard of it." To my surprise, he sticks his tongue out at me.     I answer him doing the same and he laughs. 

I hear him let out a more relaxed sigh and until now I haven't realized that we were still holding hands. We separate our hands and both focus.     "Enough funny business," he clears his throat, settling back in his chair. "Can we talk about the voice recording?"     “Sure.” I reply, feeling much better to see Jake calm down.     "Wait, I'm going to send it to you so you can keep it in your files." He moves the mouse quickly and I immediately receive the audio. Perfect because I'd like to get to hear it later in case we find out anything regarding the details. "Okay, let's get started: Hannah was being stalked. "     "And she had told the doctor about it once before." I remember from the beginning, how angry he made me feel.     "That's true." Jake stands up at the same time as me, to point on the board. "I think it’s safe that this stalker later turned into her kidnapper."     "That seems likely. The doctor didn’t seem to believe her."      I glance at Jake, who seems upset with what he said. I also imagine that he didn’t like his words.     "Yes, even if he didn't specifically admit it." I look down at his hand, which he squeezes tightly again. "Hannah was sure, that he didn't believe her that she was being stalked" I can see how worried he is about Hannah. This time I put my feelings aside, we have something important on our hands to be jealous of Hannah now. "The doctor asked her, if the stalker had something to do with the incident back then" while he is narrating, I write down everything under Hannah's photo "Do you still remember her diary find from Hannah's cloud?"     "Sure I remember."     "Very good." He stands next to me and crosses his arms. "One of the things we found out that Hannah was visiting a family and that she had feelings of guilt towards that family."      I remember the note. She had gone to talk to a woman named Iris, for something we don't know yet.     "You think that there is a connection there?" I ask, suspecting the same thing.     "Yes." I see him squeeze his arm. I thought that he would be fine. It's proving too hard for him. "It appears that in both cases the incident was weighing very heavy on Hannah’s mind.” I notice hardness in his tone of voice when he says the word 'heavy'. "To the point, where she felt that she had to talk to a psychiatrist, who, as we found out some time ago, prescribed her antidepressants."     "This incident is the same."     "Exactly." He looks at me and although I try to hide it, I see too many emotions in him. Analyzing gives me a headache, there are too many things that I can't follow" What else did we find out?"

     I put my hand to my head, remembering everything I've heard.    “Hannah was still a child during the first” I says, looking at him determinedly. ”The doctor is even referring to children.”    "Really?" It seems that at some point Jake must have been thinking of something else when he heard the audio. "Hold on." He quickly goes to the computer and plays the audio, moving forward until he hears Ulric's words. "You are right! So there was at least one other child.” He looks up from the computer, looking at me. "I hadn't noticed me."    "Where would you be without me?" I ask with a smile.    "Definitely not as far as I am now." he incorporates, approaching again.    "Do you want to listen to the voice recording one more time?"    "No, that’s not necessary. But thank you."     I'm sure the distraction was listening to Hannah tell her story. Maybe she never told him any of this.    "Maybe we can find out who the other child was."    "That would be very good." He scratches the back of his neck, looking at the whiteboard. "However, currently I can’t think of a way to make that happen."    "I could ask the others?" I suggest." Maybe it was one of them."    “No, it would only lead to unnecessary questions."    “You're right."     They would want to know how we discovered this information and maybe Lilly would accuse us even more, which wouldn't be good for us. Enough with her stupid voting.    "Give me a little time, okay? I'll try to think of another way that we shouldn't directly involve others" He sounds a little stressed. We've gotten too much information today. "Ok, back to the voice recording. Again it is the forest is playing a primary role" I point it under Hannah, threading it with the video of the kidnapper "Have you noticed?"    "Yes, of course. "    "And that's also where Hannah’s stalker first appeared." Again, I erase and point as he talks. "In the end Hannah suddenly mentions someone with the name of Jennifer."     I put Jennifer's name under Iris's, on the side of people we don't have information on yet.    “She is definitely not the second child” I say, remembering the audio. ". According to Hannah she was already an adult back. "    “You paid good attention."     We move away from the whiteboard, reading all the information we have so far. I think we've gotten too much information out today for future clues.    “Macie?” Hearing his broken voice calling my name makes my soul break into thousands of little pieces. I had never heard that tone of voice from him before. "Do you think that Hannah did something terrible?"     I try to remember everything we have collected. To my point of view, it’s seemed like she felt guilty.    "I am afraid so, yes" I reply, but in a whisper.     I feel Jake's hand reaching for mine, holding it tight. I feel that he seeks support. I'm the only one who can give it to him. I accept his hand and try to calm him down, tracing circles on his back with my thumb. Or I try, because his hand is bigger than mine, I almost didn't get to do it.    "At least we have a name now." I answered, a little tired from all we've accomplished.     The truth is that after obtaining this information I don't feel like going back to work. I want to be able to reanalyze all the information and stay a little longer.    "Yes." Slowly, he walks away from me, already calmer. "You can relax a little bit. I have asked a lot of you recently. "     I keep looking at him. He should rest. Whenever I look at him he seems much more tired than before. I don't think he should worry about me, but about himself.    "When did you last sleep?" I ask, approaching him with concern.     I hear him let out a slack laugh.    "Last fall?" He answers looking into my eyes. He seems to be joking, but he is serious.     Since we've now stopped talking about the research, my brain goes back into relaxation mode.

I still feel the warmth of his in my hand. We are too close. So close that I hope he can't hear my heart beating so fast.    "Hey Jake..."     I don't realize my voice sounds sad. The thought of him leaving as soon as he finds Hannah terrifies me.    "Yes Macie?" Jake's voice is soft, calm. He must have noticed.      I takes his hand and he corresponds. We intertwine our fingers and my whole body trembles.    "I…" I moisten my lips, they're dry from nerves, "I don't want you to go." I finally admit, almost begging him.     I see how he starts to blush. I see him restless, trying to figure out what to say. I bring my free hand to his face, finally daring to touch it. This time he doesn't pull me away from him, but he does look at me with desire.    "What are you afraid of?" I ask him and I see that he doubts.     He takes his free hand to mine, caressing it lovingly. We both have high body temperatures, and the silence in the room makes it easier to hear our breathing.    “Jake, I really meant it” I start to say, not hiding “, I like you."     In his green eyes I see a bit of hope that I didn't see before.    <<Please tell me something, anything.>>     Jake sighs, relaxing his shoulders.    “Do you think I don’t feel the same?" Hearing him say those words, my body trembles more. Good thing he has me holding my hands, because I would drop myself right now. "Before you leave, I just want to hold you and stay with me." I slowly lean back as he walks towards me, until I touch my back against the wall. It's as if he knew I was going to fall, is it so noticeable that I'm shaking? ". Throughout the day I think about you a lot more than I would like, reproducing all yours smiles in my head despite all the times I have treated you coldly, you keep smiling at me. I open up to you, even though I usually never give anyone any information about myself.” He leans his forehead against mine. It's hot. "My behavior towards you just doesn’t make any sense."    "It doesn't have to make sense if it feels right." It's hard for me to speak after his words.     Jake finally manages to touch my face, caressing me gently. I closed my eyes as I felt his skin against mine. He even goes so far as to brush his thumb across my lips. 

By the time I feel his lips close to mine, he jerks away letting out a throaty growl. He turns his back to me leaning on the table. I approach him wanting to put a hand on his shoulder.    "But it isn’t right!" He yells and I get scared, throwing myself back "And it's dangerous" he turns and I see his eyes red, tired ", for me just much as for you."    "You can't decide if it's dangerous when I can't say in my decision!" I scream too, but not angry, just confused "Tell me and maybe we can solve it" I approach him placing my hands on his face, caressing him carefully ". Together."     Jake runs his tongue over his lips, hesitating. He takes my hands and lowers them, then takes my things and puts them in my arms.    "That's the problem, I don't want you to end up suffering because of me." He pushes me towards the door and opens it. "I am sorry Macie."     He pulls me off the floor and I start to cry.    "Jake," I knock on the door, waiting for him to open. "Jake please, tell me what it is, I'm not going to judge you." I call again louder "Jake! I just want to help you! Please open me!"     I've seen it in his eyes when he kicked me out: fear, despair, tiredness... And above all, worry.    "Why don't you trust me?" I don't want to believe that I'm still talking to a door, I want to believe that he's listening to me.     This is not going to work is it? No matter how much I beg him, he won't come out. 

I turn around, wiping away tears.

It really hurts not to understand the reason for his behavior. I want to understand him. Knowing what is so dangerous that we are not together. But he hasn't even let me decide if it would really be dangerous for me or not. 

I go downstairs while putting on my sweatshirt. Shit… I have to get back to work now… And like this…    "Dangerous..." I pronounce in a low voice "It's dangerous..."     It is then when I stop crying and let the anger flood me. What is dangerous? Why? Why does he say it? He hasn't let me know the truth! How will I know that he is dangerous?! Even though I still like him—much to my chagrin—I can't help feeling angry now. I pick up my phone and instead of texting to avoid Jake seeing it, I make a phone call. He picks it up on the second ring.    "Hey Aiden, can we talk about the party tomorrow when I get to work?" *Jake POV* 

I hear Macie from behind the door, crying and pleading. I control myself for not opening it and apologize. I have to at least make her hate me so that she only thinks that the only thing that matters in our relationship is Hannah's investigation.    "Why don't you trust me?" I hear her say, still crying.     I do trust you Macie, I really do. And it is precisely for this reason that I am taking you away from me, so that the same thing that happened to me does not happen to you. So you don't run my same fate so unfortunate. Because if something happens to you, then I couldn't forgive myself for getting you into my troubles. 

As soon as I hear her walk away, I can finally let the anger I feel out of me.    “SHIT!” I slam my chair against the wall, angry with myself.     I know this is better for both of us, even if I don't feel proud. I want to put her safety first, make her forget about me, even if I can't. I know I've been a jerk after coming out, but before my safety comes Macie's. 

I lean against the wall sliding down it until I sit on the floor. Resting my hands on my head. Powerless.    “Forgive me... Someday you'll understand... I promise you Macie... But please... For now I need you to hate me like I hate myself right now...”

Chapter 17

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

[poltergeist-coffee]

Heyy, it's me again

The one and only

🍽️ ANON

Kameto coming back yesterday was the most unexpected thing

And he's a spy???

In any case, we also got favela interactions:D

Bagi was going to show her secret base only to Pac(It didn't expect to like their dynamic so much) but then Cellbit just going "let's go together" was so funny and Kameto just coming and distracted them from the discussion and someone on Pac's chat just said "KAMETO LEAVE I WANT TO SEE THE FIGHT"

And Pac stole the tvs when they were leaving that place where they found Kameto

That's my streamer

Oh yeah, and Forever somehow got along into the ride to go to Bagi's secret base

B: "Apparently my brother liked chess and worms"

F: "I like chess but I don't like worms"

C: "I like chess and I like worms but I'm not your brother"

He's not beating the sibling allegations

And there was Pac who was: "I don't like neither"

(And right now Bagi is trying to get rid of a considerable amount of milk and I don't even know where it come from

She's going to be lactose intolerant after drinking that amount of milk)

Now, stopping my rambling for a moment, do you have any Favela six + Richas(and perhaps the honorary brazilians) headcanons?

(Or insane duo cuz you slightly looks like that you like them, y'know, just very slightly ashuksksks)

- 🍽️

HELLO!! YEAH YESTERDAYS STREAM WAS KINDA CRAZY KWMKNFIJS what a twist for kameto to come back as a federation spy!! tbh i’m vv excited to see what he does and all the devious things he can get up too >:3c esp since he has etoiles like- etoiles is someone everyone trusts so is etoikes trusts kameto then i feel like kameto is just going to get whatever knowledge he wants you know? it will be so easy for him

pac never stopped being a thief <33 hell yeah king take all those tv monitors or whatever collect that shit

I LOVED THE CONVO OF BAGI TRYING TO ASK CELLBIT THINGS FROM HER BOOK TO SEE IF HES HER BROTHER KMAKNVJND cellbit didn’t even question it he’s like alright q&a time what do you want to know maknkfnkja

i will ramble about some Favela Six hcs under the cut for anyone interested in them >:3c also!! anon i don’t like insaneduo what makes you think that i like them <- lying

my personal hc for q!cellbit is that he’s a phantom OR maybe just a silly human who’s incredibly deranged… (i don’t want him to be a catboy as much as i think it fits him bc i remember cc!cellbit saying he isn’t super fond of it. idc that people do this is just a me thing aknfjhjsn)

mayhaps he and bagi are both humans…

q!mike to me is a creeper and he is terrified of cats (cellbit) and will make the creeper hissing sound (like about to explode) when under a lot of stress

he and pac have matching earrings :)) like they have two sets of earrings one green and one blue but they both share it? like pac has one green and one blue earring!! so mike has the other pair to the set

qforever is trans (to me) and a werewolf and you can’t convince me otherwise. he is so dogboy coded it’s fucking insane he is a werewolf and you can’t convince me otherwise

qpac is not human but i don’t know what he is specially… haven’t come up with it yet… i just know he can’t be human…

oh and qfelps ofc is a magma cube <33 my fav ever

i think that before the insaneduo divorce arc qforever would go to the order base very often and just fall asleep in there while cellbit worked

i remember seeing a clip of him saying the office and the music cellbit played there was very comforting to him so he often goes there if he can’t sleep at night and curls up on the couch falling asleep to the sound of cellbit typing away on his keyboard u-u

i feel like richas has multiple bedroom everywhere. like all his parents have their own homes and he can sleep there so every mornign all the brazilians will text each other like “who had richas? who’s taking care of him today?” you know??

when richas meets bagi i believe strongly that he would steal one of her extra hats and wear it around + brag to everyone like he has SO MANY DADS and also TWO MOMS!! which is more moms then most of the eggs u-u he continues to remain unmatched in “having the most parents” department

i think after richas helped forever build the ocean (i’m sorry i don’t remember the name) with forever he was sort of sick of sand/beaches in general for a while MKANJHCIJLAM he shakes his head and sand is flying EVERYWHERE

richas is also wearing his jersey backwards and no one has yet to make a comment about it to him

richas would carry around markers/pens with him at all times and when he’s bored he’d doodle on his arms or legs + anyone he’s with who lets him (his favorite person to draw on is forever only because forever acts super annoyed about it and chases him around)

i like the idea of all the streamers chats taking the form of an animal or something like that so i don’t think it’s uncommon to see a bunch of diff animals around the favela or richas just hanging out with one another :))

i think it might be canon that qfelps can marry people?? like that job?? he can officiate weddings?? if it’s not them i’m sorry fanon got to me but he totally officiated qinsaneduos wedding on that boat they crashed

qfelps can NOT drive a boat he can’t even GO IN WATER!! WHY WOULD THEY LET HIM DRIVE THE BOAT!! HIS WHIMSY WAS TOO GREAT!!

okay i think that’s enough for now MKANHFJNSK thanks for listening <33

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #hellooo sorry i think i’ve been absent for like two days? unsure but i haven’t been able to watch streams so i’ve probs missed lore #and stuff going on TT i don’t think anythign HUGE has happened besides Kameto re-joining tho… #unrelated note IVE BEEN WORKING ON REF SHEETS FOR QSMP CHARACTERS!! SO I CAN DRAW THEM MORE YIPPEE!! #i want to try and be at least a little consistent with them TT

[bunnyloafing]

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it wasn’t really a matter of who fell out first, it was the matter of who could tolerate longer. the answer in the end was that neither of us could tolerate each other for much longer than was required. they finished the project and i guess that’s where they both thought they’d never see each other again, thankfully. obviously life has its ways of proving us wrong time and time again and when i least expected it (and somehow most needed it), you appeared again. it was kinda like how when you don’t need something, you see it so often everywhere, but when you need it, you can’t quite seem to remember where you last left it. where did they last leave it at? probably throwing empty but sharp and cruel insults to each other. one thinks too hard and it too rigid to want to try to show that he knows basic human emotions. the other thinks with his heart instead of his head, it could be a good thing, but i just don’t see how it could help him in the long run. they both are wrong, if we’re being honest. you can live through life without acknowledging it’s beauty and wonders and you can’t life through life bare feet and without preparation for its cruel and harsh environments. balance, is what we need. but balance means tolerance, balance means peace, balance means being okay with not being okay. and god, that’s hard. so hard, in fact, that we needed to part ways in order to survive. that’s how it felt like anyway. we couldn’t stand each other, we really couldn’t. heartless and so cold that even when we were together as friends, i felt so distant. it pushes people away, you know. being like that. being me though, being so open and vulnerable around those who don’t always ask me to be, is also a form of isolation. throwing myself onto others is scary for them. but i would rather speak my fears of feeling alone to everyone than to actually be alone. now, they live in the same house, their home. it hurts to call it that because in a way, kaveh knows it’s not actually his home. it could have been, if not for the messy and deadly end between them back then. he regrets that sometimes but wouldn’t do anything differently because of his fear. his fear of what they could have been now if he didn’t explode then. what would they be now? where would they be? how funny to think his entire life could have been so different if he had just tolerated a while longer. it kills him inside at night, a wall away, but a galaxy of distance. tells himself he’ll talk to him in the morning, but never really does. it’s not worth it anyway. he assumes too much but that may be the only thing keeping him alive right now. if not for the small part of his mind that tells him to be careful, he wouldn’t be here now. he is so emotional. be careful Kaveh, it can hurt to be deceived, as you may know by now. he’s lonely but at least he’s not alone yet. his friends make life a little better, but the bitter taste in his mouth remains even after they all part ways when meeting at the tavern. it could be the alcohol, he doubts that, but he’s sure it’s jealousy coursing through his blood. why do they get to live so happily? maybe if he took tighnari’s place, even with all the stress of being so important in the community and taking care of collei and balancing everything, he would be happier. anything would be better than this. ‘this’ doesn’t truly refer to anything in specific, it’s more of like a loop of his life. wake up tired, go to work, come back, work, argue with alhaitham, stay up until the sun shows up, sleep, wake up tired and start again (to be fair, he does sneak in a drink or two whenever given the opportunity). it’s fine for now. tolerance is what kills them both, but the balance is what brings them together. kaveh wouldn’t change anything of what he did because if he would have done things differently, he’s scared of the results in doing so. would a ‘sorry’ from both of them kill them? maybe that was all he needed. but for now, he can repeat doing whatever he does forever. he will get out of this one and soon, out of haithams mind (or so he thinks).

i didn’t check this for spelling mistakes sorry

[tornadoyoungiron]

Can you do a short where Gordon or someone meets Scotsman's human form for the first time? Maybe even a scene with Pegler?

Another ask from ages ago. I get to all of them eventually I promise.

This is set after Green with Envy and there are a few references and teases to what happened at the end of that story but nothing too spoilery.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse and injures.

It occured to Gordon that he’d never seen Flying Scotsman’s human form in almost a century of them being brothers. Certainly, the two were separated by a long distance and the two rarely ever saw each other. 

But even then, Gordon had seen a few of his cousins' human forms, even Bittern who he’d only seen several times over their lives.

The big burly man with braids and a cocky smile had practically dragged him out to have drinks with him, Braunton and a few of the Castles despite his protests. He secretly loved the night out with his cousin but he’d be damned if he ever let the big blue boisterous A4 know.

Granted Gordon rarely ever let anyone see his human form, it was less taboo these days than it had been when their designer was still around. Gordon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he remembered how a mishap when Sir Gresley had been experimenting with his running gear had caused it to collapse and literally explode.

The pain had been so intense that he’d been shocked into his human form with both his legs broken. 

To say Sir Gresley had not been pleased was an understatement. 

After that, Gordon had paid great attention to never revealing his human form, even if his boiler had exploded or he was on the brink of being scrapped. 

A sentiment he had drilled into his younger brothers and sisters but especially Scotsman. Scotsman had taken it to heart that not even Bittern or the Duchess of Hamilton had seen it, two engines that were probably the closest to him. 

He wandered the sheds of the steamworks, engineers and mechanics going about their jobs, giving him only a nod or a quick greeting. 

The sheds were somewhat empty. Only what looked like a half built engine under a drape and mechanical parts strewn everywhere. 

Sir Topham had had sent him to the mainland for a little while so it was weird not being annoyed by having the little engines around. He got to spend time with his brother however and that was what mattered. 

His own engine sat silently on one side of the shed, its face just a simple black door, almost like a clock face. Although he had protested, the workers trying to rebuild his brother had asked him to leave the engine, at least for a little while so they could examine him thoroughly to make the parts for his brother’s new rebuild a lot more precise.

He had to remind himself that Sir Gresley was no longer here and that no one would severely punish him for becoming ‘weak’ and ‘feeble’.

“Hello Gordon,” the head engineer, Markus, waved at him. “I must say, it’s an honour to get to examine an engine like you. You’re so fascinating.”

Gordon felt his ego being stroked and leant into it. 

“Well, that’s being Gresley’s prototype for you I guess,” he murmured and Markus laughed. 

“Quite so,” Markus grinned. 

Gordon walked over to where his brother was and suddenly froze in shock.

There was no face on his brother’s engine. 

That meant his human form was around somewhere.

“Where… where is my brother?” He stammered and Markus leant over and looked at the Flying Scotsman's engine who was no longer sentient. 

They’d been concentrating on Gordon’s engine so much that they’d failed to realise that Scotsman had taken his human form.

Panicking, Markus quickly climbed into the Flying Scotsman’s cab and found a tall but thin man unconscious and slumped up against the engines controls. 

“Scotsman?” Markus asked, kneeling by the man as Gordon climbed in his brother’s cab. He gently placed a hand on his throat to feel his pulse before brushing the man's forehead. 

"Heart Rate is too fast," Markus murmured. "He's got a bit of a fever."

He gently shook the man to try and get a reaction. 

Gordon was about to speak when someone climbed into Scotsman's cab behind him.

"How's he doing this time?" The engineer asked.

"No seizures, no convulsions, no injuries this time," Markus said as he checked Scotsman over. "Just a low fever and fast heart rate. Get Jeremy will you? And inform Truro, he might be needed if things go sour." 

The engineer nodded and quickly left to get a stretcher to transport the unconscious man.

Gordon however looked alarmed.

"What did you mean by 'this time?'" he asked.

"Scotsman has taken his human form before but it's been in the middle of rebuilding him and it hasn't been… pretty,"  Markus said, trying to avoid details. "Thing is he refuses to take human form even when we insist that he does. When he involuntarily snaps into human form it damages it. The more he resists the worse it is."

Gordon felt guilt rise in his chest but pushed it back. He'd encouraged Scott to suppress it for his own good. Sir Gresley would not have been kind if he ever saw Scott's human form. 

He simply watched as Markus and his team carefully placed Scotsman's human form on to a gurney and moved him to a small nicely furnished apartment with little decorations. 

They laid him in the hospital bed that seemed specifically designated for him, judging by the models of Flying Scotsman's engine sitting on the bedside table. 

"Truro's on his way, he'll be here as soon as he can," one of Markus's team said. Markus nodded and waved them all off except the in house doctor. 

"This one seems to be the least damaging instance, there's no serious injuries, he just seems to be struggling with the pain," the Doctor said with a smile. "He must be getting better at controlling it."

"He's almost 100 years old," Markus mused annoyed. "Tornado is just over a decade old and has no problem mastering it. I don't understand it."

He knew the reason why. He'd suppressed it so much that it had in turn caused his brother's ability to do so to become unstable. 

So much so that during his last rebuild he hadn't transformed once, leading to a rebuild that lasted an agonising 10 years.

Gordon looked anywhere but the humans and his brother. He felt a chill down his spine as he suddenly saw the models his brother had perched on his window sill.

He saw several different models of his brother over the years, a City of Truro and even a small Green Arrow tucked in the corner out of respect for their cousin. 

The blue Pacific stood out among the greens. 

His brother had a model of his engine and it sat there as the centerpiece in his little window display. It was clearly custom made, a transformed version of a Flying Scotsman.

"Gordon?" A voice asked of him and he jumped and turned to see a shorter old man with half-moon glasses and wearing a woolen cardigan and with short curly golden brown hair. He knew instantly who it was. 

"City of Truro, hello," Gordon mumbled quietly. 

Truro smiled at him. 

"You're as handsome as your brother," Truro smiled at him and Gordon shrugged. 

"I guess so," he said. 

"How is Tornado?" Truro asked and Gordon made his way over to the chair next to his brother and sat heavily in it.

"She's… struggling to deal with what happened to Green Arrow," Gordon said quietly. "I think a lot of us are."

"Yes, it was quite a terrible thing to happen," Truro said sadly. "Tornado would be broken up about causing such a thing."

"Tornado has too much guilt," Gordon said quietly. "But, Arrow did the right thing in the end. It was his choice to put himself through that."

Truro nodded knowingly. 

"You seem to have a lot of guilt too Gordon," Truro noted and Gordon looked up at the Great Western. 

"About what?" He said nervously but Truro only gave a small smile.

"Your brother and I are very close Gordon," Truro said. "He tells me a lot of things. Especially when I demand to know why he risks his life in certain ways."

"How close are you with him exactly?" Gordon asked curiously. 

"Shall we just say our designers wouldn't above of a LNER and a Great Western being so close?" Truro said with a sly smile and Gordon blushed. 

He knew Scott and Truro were close. Just not that close.

"I see," Gordon said with a small smile. 

"Someone needs to keep this idiot from accidentally killing his human form," Truro said with a shake of his head. "He's quite useless at keeping it safe and functioning, you know?"

Gordon was silent for a long moment.

"Sir Gresley would have beaten him within an inch of his life," Gordon whispered hoarsely. "I couldn't, I couldn't let him do that do my little brother. Not my innocent little brother, his life was already under so much strain being the poster child of the LNER. If Sir Gresley found him…"

Gordon stopped and forced himself to calm down, desperately trying not to cry.

Truro walked over and simply put a comforting arm around Gordon.

"You don't have to say anything more Gordon," Truro said calmly. "It's alright I understand."

Gordon sniffed and brushed the tears out of his eyes. He looked at the Scotsman sleeping calmly on the bed. 

His face seemed calm and serene.

"Is this the first time you've seen Scott's human form?" Truro asked curiously. 

Gordon nodded. 

"Would you like some time with him alone?" Truro asked and Gordon nodded. "I'll be in the living room, tell me if you need anything."

Gordon watched Truro leave before turning his attention to the gentle rising and falling of Scotsman's chest as he slept.

~~~

Scotsman awoke to a terrible throbbing pain in his stomach. It wasn't as bad as when he'd first snapped into his human form but it was still excruciating. 

He laid their in his bed, trying to catch his breath as he felt himself struggle to centre himself.

Usually Truro was there to guide him but he didn't appear to be with him. 

He cursed annoyed before feeling a hand grasp his arm.

"Truro?" He slurred out weakly. He didn't have his glasses and so he couldn't see properly, everything was just a blur.

"Scott?" A voice asked and he froze. 

"Gordon?" He croaked weakly recognising his brother's voice.

"Yes it's me," a blurry shape by his bedside spoke to him. 

Scott tried to move to fumble for his glasses but he hissed in pain and forced himself to lay still.

"My glasses," he muttered. "Where are my-"

He heard shuffling around for a few moments before he felt Gordon place his glasses on his face. 

His eyes focused and he saw a tall dark haired man with a square jaw and board shoulders standing at his bedside. 

"Not as handsome as me but still, very nice," Scotsman joked and the corners of Gordon's mouth twitched.

"Even in this form you're still a pest," Gordon sneered and Scotsman gave a laugh before wincing in pain. 

Gordon's face turned to one of worry. 

"You don't, you don't have to suppress your human form now Scott," Gordon assured him. "Sir Gresley isn't here anymore."

"I know," the Scotsman said gritting his teeth in pain. "But it was necessary when Cain was around. He would have… well, not been kind to me. Green Arrow found that out the hard way. But I still still struggle with it, habits and all that."

The two brothers fell silent.

"Tornado sends her love," Gordon said with a small smile. "She's doing a lot better. The Sudrian engines are making sure she's looked after."

"That's good," Scotsman smiled. "It was foolish of them to dump all my duties on Tornado and expect her to replace me without something coming to a head."

"It doesn't excuse her actions though," Gordon pointed out and Scotsman noted.

"Quite so," he smiled at Gordon.

"It's good to see your human form after all these years," Gordon said. 

"Same to you. Interesting how we look similar despite never seeing each other before now," Scotsman mused.

"It really is."

"Bet I'm still taller than you though," Scotsman jabbed and Gordon frowned at him. 

"I don't think you are."

"We'll see."

Much to Gordon's horror the next day, Scotsman was in fact taller than he was.

Only by a centimetre but still.

~~~

#my asks #ask answered #anon ask #ttte tornado #ttte flying scotsman #ttte gordon #ttte humanized #ttte young iron au #ttte young iron #ttte fanfic #ttte green with envy #tw abuse #tw injury

[indigo474]

God Bless the Queen~9822

the Queen of England died. the world will watch her funeral. My co workers son died. i was more upset when i heard he had cancer. when they said the cancer spread to his lungs i knew he was going to die. life is fucking cruel-unfair.

my waxer said it looks like i lost weight.. she sees me naked every 4 weeks and she said she could tell. she started waxing everything from my belly button down. i'll never get use to having hair ripped out of my body.. ouch- luckily the pain only last for however long it takes her to rip off the wax-2 seconds

maddy likes school!! she seems happy. she did not want to see her counselor - i am making her. she says she feels better- yes- all the reason to keep seeing her. afterwards she said i was right and she was glad she talked to her. i write her a little note every day and she said it is the highlight of her day. she brought up how she hasn't talked to her dad since march- hasnt heard from him. she also shared her sister no longer talks to her. we talked a lot and she says her dad is telling her siblings that she is mentally ill- like me. she says she heard him say it. it hurts my heart- it hurts my head and it just fucking hurts. he is evil. he gives no fucks about these kids. a user and abuser. he plays the victim- it is all so sick. Anyway we talked and talked and talked- Mads wont reach out. She does not want to. I told her that the best thing both of us can do is live a great life. Do the next right thing and work on ourselves and be happy and just live a great fucking life- prove him wrong. Be happy- something he will never be. he never was and he will never be happy. once you see him for what he is- you cant unsee it- he is so predictable. Mads told me she smoked pot - and got really really paranoid. she said she hated it. Good Good Good. I told her that's what she gets for smoking weed.

i dont know how i am going to survive this winter with work. Im going to work from home a few days- i havent told work yet.

im learning how to kayak this weekend. I missed the moon lite kayak thingy.. it sold out- next spring fo sho. im going to lock myself in my room and clean it. its not dirty like dirt dirt- clothes.. i have to get rid of stuff- organize and also set up my work computer.

there were bones along the Delaware... i don't know what kind. a guy at the park told me he saw a snake.. thanks.

i am tired- a good tired. ive been sleeping well. i feel good. i went out with Marci for dinner this week. i enjoy our time together. Dinner was delicious. Vegetarian- i have no idea what it was- it tasted good.

Freaky Tinder guy - i said i wouldn't meet him, said i would meet him- i do kind of remember him from long ago and i didnt think he was attractive - he wants his girlfriend to be involved and im not into that. so why would i entertain the thought of meeting him? boredom-

not a good reason to meet .. also i keep thinking he is going to poison my drink- like wtf- who thinks like that.. i guess i do

i had this bracelet- one of the kids- birthday party grab bag- a gum ball machine- i have no idea where it came from. tiny beads. it had a gold peace symbol hanging from it. i decided to wear it until it broke.. and it did. it exploded on my desk at work. it reminded me of fireworks- beads everywhere. it made me laugh while i was on the phone with a customer.

what are we doing here? what are any of us doing? what is the purpose of all of this? i wish i knew.. and ive been thinking a lot lately about why people talk about getting older like its a bad thing. or rather why i dont think getting older is a bad thing.. lots of thoughts on that.

[i-had-a-dream-that]

I was living in an old house, but it had carpeted floors and I was being abused by mom who had mood swings like the woman from Annie and I had somehow shifted to an almost-exactly the same version of the world except my one cat's head was shaped differently and my other cat had little boney antlers. I know this wasn’t my world because in my original world, the first time I had the dream, mom had used some pliers instead of the special horn tool needed to cut the antlers and shattered it inside mir's head. In that dream I had taken photos of mir with short nub horn and normal-head squeakers plenty of times and a security guard from my work visits me at home because he heard yelling. 

 Dad had invited three women home to relax after wherever they were and they all looked very similar to mom but one was super duper tall and I at first thought she was mom and I said so. She said no and seemed offended but still gave me the last of her gummy bears which melted into sticky slimy goo puddles in seconds. And with my father at home I finally confess to the cop that shows up at our door what is going on with mom abusing us and how I wasn’t even from this world which throws dad off. The cop watches a video on my phone I took of me walking through this exact living room – dated yesterday – and walking to a blue piece on the black entertainment center shelf (I think it was a vase) it was way more crystalline in my video and had shattered and exploded and was glittering with unnatural light and I was videoing myself walking up to it before being launched back into the wall by the bathroom and showing up in the new world. After I had shifted I had had a get together with two friends, my cousin, my sister and a few others and we’re all picking movies.

There’s an adventure movie that’s a “live action" of an adventure between four “humans" but they looked and acted and were even named after the gelflings from the Dark Crystal, Kira and Jen. While deciding on a movie they watch a snippet of “shudder" except instead of the regular shudder it had the worm creatures as a population of sentient creatures and the humans as vermin and they were fighting aliens - not the humans- with super advanced weaponry. 

 I sit on the couch closest to the window and snack on my sister's candy and the gummy bears just suddenly dissolved after she agreed to report mom to the police alongside my report. One friend quickly hops on the ball and tells me that vinegar or clear wine will counter effect the candy seeping into the carpet. Our wine bar is decked out and decorated inside each little cubby with seagrams and orange wrapping paper and fairy lights. It was like each cubby opened directly to a beach on the other side too. I looked everywhere for a different bottle, but still only my Lindemann’s was the only white wine and im sad I have to dump it out before I can even drink it and I debate getting a glass but I don’t because I had work that day. Despite being upset I still take it to the living room to clean the mess. 

 I go to mom's store and there is the police I spoke to before alongside dad in the kitchen utensils aisle. I show him the photos I have of my cat after moving into a different house with him on the corner of my bare mattress – you can’t see his bone horn but I remember a photo I took after the first-time-i-had-the-dream mom had shattered it in his head ( they don’t regrow at all, its permanent) and its of me brushing his fur aside and comforting him in my lap from the pain and showing the clearly shattered parts in his head and the exposed muscle beneath. In this world I had convinced mom to use the appropriate horn tool and he had a large bone fragment on his head with a flat face, so there was no way that the cat in the photo was him despite dad confirming it was the same cat. 

Dad grabs the phone from me and looks like he’s going to physically get sick as he flips through the photos of the cats that look vaguely similar to his despite him knowing that they *are* his cats. He looks at me and hands the phone back and I show the police officer. I first show him a phot of this world’s cat I had taken a photo of – who was even still a kitten while the real one is an old man! And of this world’s other cat who had a tiny jaw like those fancy cats, and compared them to my phots of the two.

One photo of the fatty was him mid-scratch with his chin lifted and showing off just how big his jaw was by catching him in a ¾ profile so you could see his fat head really well. Police officer said “well ill be damned” and tells me that he had figured as much while watching my streams. He shows me on his phone of this-world's me sitting on the green foldout chair in the purple bedroom and with both hands on her knees in a weirdly calm and emotionless way and talks about how she is going to shift and go somewhere else and swap with that other her for a while. She even hinted at having done this before when she mentions shattered cat horns – a reference only she and I would understand until now with the officer. 

#dream #just a dream #i had a dream that #dream blog #dream submissions #strange #shifting #other world #other me #other animals #cats #horns #police #it was so strange #melting candy #meta #it was so meta

[kingdaddydaichi]

Scent ⁘ Kakashi Hatake x f!reader ⁘ NSFW

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Got another one for y'all for my husband's birthday...💙👑💍

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

A/N: Kakashi's sensitive sense of smell and your arousal. This is some raw, primal, feral, filthy Kakashi. If you're looking for soft, sweet, sensitive Kakashi, keep scrolling please, negl.

Warnings: scent kink, drunk sex, lots of sexual bodily fluids (m & f), face fucking, slight dubcon, squirting, facial

Word Count: 1.8k

Asuma and Kurenai are hosting one of their infamous dinner parties at their home. These things always end up the same way. Lots of friends come over, eat, then proceed to drink bottle after bottle of sake while playing drinking games until the music starts blasting and everyone loses several brain cells and have a great time making complete fools of themselves. They truly are the absolute best parties.

Kakashi doesn't frequent these parties, but you do seeing as how Kurenai is your sister from another mister. She knows about your long-time crush on Kakashi and winks at you when she sees the two of you hanging out together, talking, laughing.

His fingers brush across your arms or back every chance they can. You know exactly what you're doing when you lean forward with your arm crossed under your bosom. And Kakashi knows exactly what you're doing too. Sure enough, you're getting turned on just by talking to him and exchanging flirty looks, words, and touches.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, adding a little extra sway to your hips knowing he's watching you walk away. It's not the first time he has smelled the scent of your arousal, but his inhibitions have been doused in alcohol and he decides to make his move.

When you open the door to leave the bathroom, Kakashi just so happens to be waiting on the other side. You smile and twirl your hair, feeling yourself getting wetter. Your inhibitions are down as well, the alcohol giving you the courage to taunt him a little.

"Wow Kakashi, if I didn't know better I'd think that you followed me back here". He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

He opens his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and stalks closer to you. You step backwards into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

"I can smell you".

"Oh?" You remember his ultra-sensitive sense of smell and begin to panic a little. Oh god, do I smell bad?

He takes another intentional whiff of you, your scent now more concentrated due to proximity and close quarters, never mind the fact that you're steadily getting more and more turned on by him.

"Mm...you smell..." He takes another deep breath. "...amazing".

"Really? I'm not wearing perfume or anything-"

"It's not that. Better than that. It's your scent".

"W-what do you mean?"

You watch as his lusty gaze dips from your eyes to your center. "I can smell your arousal".

Your mouth opens and you take a step back. "Y-you can?"

The edge of the double vanity is now directly behind you, so when he pushes himself against you, there's nowhere else to go. You're surprised to feel him so hard already, looking down to see the material of his pants being pushed out by his erection. Hell, you can even see the outline of the head of his cock, his bigger than average size making itself apparent.

"What are you gonna do, Kakashi?"

He smooths his hands along your thighs and hips, pushing your short skirt up before picking you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. The cool granite contrasts with your bare heat since you're not wearing any panties. The excitement, the fear, and the need for him all mix together in an exhilarating juxtaposition of desire. You hadn't been expecting this at all, but you don't want him to stop. Now that it's happening you're too curious to see what he's going to do next. How far will he go?

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to suck it in. You close your eyes and swirl your tongue around his digit before he pulls it out slowly and places it against your weeping slit, dragging it back and forth over your clit, pulling a moan from your parted lips. He looks you dead in the eye, pulls his mask down, and it's his turn to bring his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. "Mm fuck, you taste good too".

God, he's beautiful. Your gaze dips from his slate grey and red eyes down to his pretty lips, which are punctuated by a soft beauty mark just below the left corner of his mouth. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now you want him more than ever. You squirm against the counter, smearing your slick on it as you seek relief from the hard surface pressing against your opening. At the same time, Kakashi's been grinding his cock against the cabinet below, seeking some relief of his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons and unzips his pants before pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough for his large cock to spring free, slapping the skin just below his navel, leaving a string of precum in its wake along his silver happy trail.

He breathes in deeply again, the combination of your scent and flavor making him crazy. He pulls you to the edge of the counter until you think you might fall off, but he catches you. He pushes his thick cock against your wet little cunt, pushing himself inside of you inch by delectable inch until he is fully sheathed within you.

He holds himself there as a long, throaty moan escapes your open lips, your walls already clenching down around him. You arch your back, jutting your tits out as Kakashi pulls the tiny straps of your camisole off your shoulders. He pushes the fabric down until it's bunched up around your waist along with your skirt, your tits now free to be licked and sucked on by his hot mouth with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You push your fingers into his thick hair to pull him closer and throw your head back when he flicks his tongue over one of your hard, wet nipples.

"Hold on to me", he says in his low silky voice. You obey, clutching his shoulders as he hooks his arms behind your knees. He pulls you off the counter and begins gliding his slick cock in and out of you, using the momentum of his hips and the bounce of your ass to boost the impact of his thrusts.

"Oh god, Kakashi...your dick..."

"Yeah, what about it?", he asks before licking your exposed throat.

"Nnnhhh feels so good, gonna make me cum already. So soon!"

He can indeed feel your walls closing in tighter around him as he pumps his hips even faster, digging his fingertips deep enough into your butt cheeks to leave bruises. You adjust your hold on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to keep from slipping as if he wouldn't catch you anyway.

"Yeah? 'S that right? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He breathes right up against your ear.

Your pussy clenches tighter at his words. You want him to fuck you harder and you tell him as much. He's now slamming his cock into you, his breath quickening.

"Mmhmmm gonna cream all over your fat cock, 'kashi!"

Your scent becomes more and more intoxicating to him the closer you approach orgasm. His legs start to shake, but the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body ensure that he's able to keep pistoning his cock in and out of you at speed.

"Ahh fuck, your pussy smells so fucking good. Can't wait to taste it after you cream all over me".

Hearing those words in his deep voice does you in. Every muscle in your body seizes up as you cry out. "Ka-ka-shiiiii!"

He pushes you up against a wall and pounds into you mercilessly, your back pitching up and down the wall with every powerful rut of his hips.

"Cum for me, (y/n)! Yeah, cum all over this fucking cock, right fucking now!"

"Hahhhh that's it, 'kashi! Yeah, slam your cock into my sweet little pussy hahhh! Cumming...cumming...FUCK!"

You explode all around him, spraying your liquid everywhere.

His eyes widen when you squirt all around him and he loses all composure, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh fucking shit! Fucking yes! Oh fuck that pretty cunt of yours is coming apart around my fat cock...oh god, (y/n), I'm gonna fill you up with my fucking nut! Shit, here I cum! Here I fucking cum!"

He's still reaming you with his meaty cock when his seed starts dripping out from your opening, too much of it to hold inside. He sets you back down on the counter and you fall back, unable to even hold yourself up, while he dives face first into your cunt. He wants it all. Your cream mixed with his cum. God it is so fucking hot his dick doesn't even get soft. He wears you out with his mouth until you're ready to cum again, squirting all over his face.

Your body goes limp on the granite, every muscle including the ones in your eyelids completely spent. You can feel him pull your bottom back down to the edge of the counter before burying his hard cock deep inside you again, thrusting with wild abandon, using your body like a fuck doll as your eyes roll back in your head. You're all but unconscious as he pounds into you, wet skin clapping hard against wet skin. Pretty soon he's on edge again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, (y/n)".

He looks down to see your body moving in time with his thrusts, tits bouncing, body sliding up and down over the now slippery surface. Kakashi is fucking you raw in a pool of your slick and his semen.

"Ahh come here, I wanna cum all over your face".

He pulls you down, catching you just before your knees hit the hard tile. He stuffs his cock in your mouth and fucks your face while you try to push back on his trembling thighs. But it's no match for his strength as he uses your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You gag and choke, saliva pouring out of your mouth, but that only seems to egg him on more.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! You look so pretty when I fuck your face like this. Shit!"

He continues throwing his hips forward as his balls tighten up so much they're not even hanging anymore.

"Ah fuck, (y/n), I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard! Gonna cover your face with my seed, yeah! Fuck, here it comes!"

He keeps a fist in your hair when he pulls out of your throat. You choke and spit and fight for air while his hot sticky semen splashes across your face with every jerk of his fist. You stick your tongue out, licking him from your lips.

"Yeah, that's right baby, eat my fucking cum," Kakashi says, using the head of his softening cock to spread his cum into your open mouth.

He draws a hot bath before stripping you down, helping you into the soothing warm water. You watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, slipping in behind you. He washes your body, then his own before holding you back against his front, slowly stroking your hair. Comforting you. Kissing you. Caring for you.

#happy birthday kakashi #you sexy mf #he's aging like a fine wine #still beautiful asf #he acts all composed in public #but he's a freak between the sheets #let me tell you #i know my husband #he gets buck #dom asf too #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #ninja please #i love my husband #copy cat ninja #💍 #kakashi x f!reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi thirst #kakashi oneshot

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My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

+++

twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

+++

“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x soulmate!reader #tom hiddleston soulmate au #soulmate au #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #completely self indulgent #as always

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Day 118: Glass

Draco swallowed down another glass of cheap fire whiskey, it burned all the way down and left his throat feeling bloodied and raw but at least it was a distraction from the dull ache in his chest that simply wouldn't subside.

And really he ought to have known better. It's not as though Harry had ever told him that they were exclusive or that they were even dating.

He never said anything about a future together. Harry- no not Harry, he had to stop thinking of him like that- Potter had never said that he wasn't going to go back to Ginny Weasley and the idyllic life that the Wizarding World was desperate to see him have.

He took another shot of fire whiskey and tried to get the image of Ginny Weasley's lips pressed against Potter's, her arms wrapped around his neck, out of his head. His chest ached as he remembered the way Potter's eyes were closed, a hand fluttering at her waist.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself, he couldn't believe he'd let himself get so invested. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

As he was reaching for the bottle again there was a frantic pounding on his door. "Draco!"

He groaned and picked up the bottle, forgoing the glass entirely and bringing it straight to his lips.

"Draco!" Potter shouted again. "Let me in! Please!" He pounded on the door as though he could blow it in with his fists alone.

"Go away," he called, taking another swig from the bottle. "I'm not in the mood for a booty call tonight."

"Please," Potter begged, "It's not what you think." More pounding, "Draco, I will knock down your door."

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He stood up and made his way over, opening the door just as Potter started to bang on it again. "What?" he snapped.

"Draco," Potter breathed, reaching a hand out.

"Don't," he said. "I don't need or want your pity." He turned on his heel and made his way into the living room, not caring if Potter followed him or not.

Apparently the other man deigned to follow him because he was speaking a moment later. "Draco," he said again, reaching for the bottle of liquor in his hand.

"How many times is that?" Draco asked, batting Potter's hand away and taking another swallow. "Six? Seven?" he asked as he collapsed onto the couch.

"What?"

"How many times have you said my name in the past several minutes?" he asked.

"What? I don't-"

"My father," Draco said, talking over whatever Potter was going to say, "My father was the same." He nodded, remembering all of the ways his father had used his name like a weapon, "He liked to use my name to manipulate me, to remind me of my place."

"That's not-"

"At least with him I learned to recognize it. And it didn't take me as long to see through him, to see that I was only a means to an end."

"Please," Potter begged, dropping to his knees in front of Draco. "Please let me explain."

"What is there to explain?" he asked. "You're hardly the first high profile wizard to have one relationship in public; respectable, predictable, perfect." He shook his head, "And then a little whore that you keep in secret."

"You're not a whore," Potter whispered, his face broken and open in a way that Draco had let himself believe was genuine before now. "Draco, this isn't an act. I'm not living some double life. I-"

He snorted, "I would have believed you, that's the sad thing. Circe. I'm such an idiot." He stood up, pulling himself out of Potter's reach, and made his way over to the fireplace. "I can't believe I ever thought that someone like you-"

"Draco, will you just listen to me?" Potter exploded. "I didn't want her to kiss me! We're broken up and we've been broken up for eight months!"

"You weren't complaining," he said, spinning around and glowering at him.

"I didn't know you were there!"

"Oh and that makes everything okay, does it?" he shook his head, "It's fine to cheat on someone if they aren't there to see it-"

"I wasn't cheating on you!" he exclaimed. "Let me explain, please," he begged. "She's being stalked by this arsehole who wants to date her, he's rich and he holds a lot of power over quidditch players' careers."

"Right, this is all very interesting but what does it have to do with-"

"I'm getting there! She just needs to make it a few more weeks. Once she's on a team, she'll be great and she can piss him off and it won't matter. I just agreed to be her cover for the night." He shook his head, "And if I had known that you were going to be there I would have told you about it first. But I didn't know you were coming and you always make it seem like you're not interested in more than casual-"

"Are you serious?" he spluttered. "I am not the reason that we aren't official!"

"Yes you are!" Potter argued. "I ask you to go out to dinner or drinks all the time! Hell, I've even asked you for coffee and you always say no!"

"You ask to take me to muggle places," he said, "because you are ashamed of me. Don't try to turn this around on me, it's not-"

Potter threw his hands up in the air. "I ask you to muggle places because you've made it clear that you don't want to be seen with me in the wizarding world."

"I have not!"

"Yes you have! Remember that night about two weeks after we started sleeping together, I came over to you at the Leaky and you told me to 'fuck off'? Or that time that I ran into you in Flourish and Blotts and you told me to 'get out of your way'?"

He shook his head, "There were reporters there! In both of those places."

"There are reporters everywhere! They follow me around, in case you hadn't noticed," he seethed.

"Well, I didn't think you would want them to know that you're sleeping with a death eater! I was trying to be considerate."

Potter rubbed his hands over his face and Draco watched him take a slow, deep breath before he pulled out his wand and cast "Sobrii estote," at Draco.

Draco groaned, dropping the bottle of fire whiskey he'd been holding so he could clutch at his head as he sobered up. "What the fuck?" he growled.

"I'm not having this conversation when you're drunk," the other man said and a moment later he was in Draco's space. "I am in love with you."

Draco's mouth popped open and he wondered if he was dreaming; maybe this entire thing had been some elaborate construction of his own stupid brain.

"I have been in love with you for months. Probably longer if I'm being honest. And since I obviously haven't been very good at making this clear, I want to be in a relationship with you and I don't care who does or doesn't know. I will tell the entire world tomorrow if that is what you want or I will spend the rest of my life coming home to you in secret if that's what you want. None of that matters as long as I get to come home to you."

He blinked and let the words sink in for a long, silent moment, "Well, that's a bit dramatic," he replied.

Harry stared at him in disbelief and then he barked out a laugh before he crossed the remaining distance between them and wrapped Draco tight in his arms. "I'm so sorry," he whispered into Draco's neck, "I should have said something sooner."

"I could have said something, too," he replied, sliding his fingers into the curls at the base of Harry's neck and holding him closer, the relief of Harry's body pressed against his soothing the ache he'd been feeling all night.

"I really do love you," Harry murmured.

"I love you, too."

Harry drew back far enough to look into Draco's eyes, "Yeah?" he whispered.

He nodded, "Yes."

And then Harry was pressing him back against the wall and kissing him with the single-minded dedication that had let Draco fall for him in the first place. "Say it again," Harry begged, covering the tender skin of Draco's neck with kisses.

"I love you," he breathed. "Salazar, Harry, I love you."

"I love you, too," he groaned as he nipped at Draco's collarbones.

He redirected Harry's mouth up to his and only paused a moment to say, "No more kissing Ginny Weasley."

"Done," Harry agreed, leaning in to kiss him once, then twice on the lips. "No kissing anyone but you ever again," he promised.

And it was a promise that he kept until the day he died.

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Day 117: Movie | Day 119: Hope

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Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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