#i also turn 20 next week so i guess going on t is like.. a bday present to myself

[mikobeautifulheart]

drunk megumi kissing you like there's no tomorrow. (no smut please!!!)

so like, everyone here is aged up to 18+. yuji and nobara wanted to see how megumi reacts when he gets drunk. they purposefully mix alcohol to one of his cold drink. he drinks it, goes to my dorm and then.... yeah..... it is up to you now.

ummm, maybeee you could make him pin me to the wall or my bed UGH!! JUST MAKE IT HOT!! A HOT MAKE-OUT SESSION!!!!

and ofc, write this only if you're comfortable enough.

thank you in advanceeeee!! <3333333333

Ask and you shall receive. Also its mostly unedited but I wanted to get this done for you ASAP. Hope its what you had in mind-ish? There is no smut and I tried to get it as hot as possible in my mind rn. Hope you enjoy!

BTW ur my first request so...congrats?

DrunkMegumi! And his over due confession.

Word count: 1398

TW: I guess you technically drugged Megumi?

Is he really dead on the inside? (Drunk Megumi confession)

Yes all characters are aged up to 20 and there is not a hint of smut. Just uh…Hotness.

Being a sorcerer is many things. It's a sacrifice of giving up on desires like love. And it's also years and years and yearssss of built up stress. 

Everyone gets stressed right? Between Yuji and Nobora, Megumi only has two moods. Kill and annoyance. 

Knowing that there had to be more to their reserved friend they both tried to come up with a plan on their assigned mission together. Anything that would bring out this ‘Hidden side’ of Megumi.

“What if we put him on a really fast roller coaster” Yuji said

“What are you, 15? No one goes to those amusement parks any more moron.” Nobora said her eyes twitching from all the ideas they have come up with. Nothing on their list would seem to work on Megumi. He was to ‘Dead on the inside’

“Wait. we’re not 15 any more” Yuji said his eyes brightening with an idea

“Yeah, so spit it out.” Nobora said on the verge of punching Yuji square in the face.

“Megumi's 20th birthday is next week…”

Nobora stops walking, sensing that Yuji might actually be onto something.

“What if we…mess up his drink, ya know, maybe hand him the wrong cup”

“YOU IDIOT, YOU'RE RIGHT” Nobora yelled slamming her fist into her palm. Of course whether this was the ‘right thing to do’ was completely thrown out the window, when you were as desperate as them nothing mattered anymore.

Buzzz

Your phone rang in your pocket.

“It's Yuji. You said looking at the contact name then at Megumi.”

He sighed in annoyance but you knew he really meant that you should pick up. So with a swift hair flick to the side you put the phone to your ear. 

“Yuji, are you okay? Is Nobora alright?” You asked

“Y/N you gotta help us. It's about Megumi's birthday, we have a plan but we need you to do it because there's no way Megumi is going to trust us.”

Alarm bells are going off in your head because whatever those two have come up with can't be good, especially when Megumi is the target. You turn away from Megumi before responding.

“Look you two I don't know what you planned but it can’t be good. ”

“No, no wait” Yuji said, interrupting you.

“Don’t you wanna see Fushiguro tipsy?”

You paused. You've never seen Megumi drink, let alone anywhere near drunk.

“How do you suggest we do that?” you asked.

“Happy birthday to Megumiiiiiiiii, happy birthday to youuuuu”

“Alright cut it out already” He maybe 20 but he still acts like the 15 year old Megumi.

You start serving the cake while Yuji is silently escaping to the kitchen with the big bowl of punch he made with a secret ingredient and Nobora hands over some gifts to Megumi while he doesn't suspect a thing. 

You don't know why but your heart is racing. Maybe because you're nervous to see Megumi drunk, or that he would catch on before the plan was even in action. Or maybe the fact he was staring at you the whole time.

Probably that last one.

Its no secret you and Megumi got close over the years but it seemed like you were close enough to go to the next level he would pull away and you guys would go back to square one. Well after years of this happening you eventually learned that you’d never be more than friends. So that's how it stayed. But on those rare occasions that Megumi would make you feel nervous, he would really make you feel butterflies.

Yuji comes back into the room with the bowl of ‘punch’ handing out cups to everyone. When he gave one to Megumi, he could see Megumi's hesitation.

“What's the matter, Fushiguro? You don't like it? That's sad because Y/N made it for your birthday especially.”

You whipped your head around. Now you understood why Nobora and Yuji needed you to execute the plan.

“There's nothing weird in there if you were concerned, go on tell him Y/N” Nobora said, giving you the ‘go along with it’ look.

“Yeah…Its just tropical fruit juice and sprite ‘n whatever you mumbled the last bit not even knowing what the punch really was”

Megumi looked at you and the cup.

“No it’s just-I thought I had a bug in mine” he said before downing the whole cup.

That's how it was most of the night. He just kept drinking and drinking without a change.

“Maybe he has a high alcohol tolerance?” Yuji texed Nobora, clearly losing his excitement.

“Maybe you didn't put enough alcohol in” she was clearly annoyed that Megumi seemed to have no reaction so while Megumi left for whatever he left for, she snuck a whole nother bottle of alcohol in.

“Guys don’t you think this is going too far?” You asked, getting tired as it reached 10:00. You had missions in the morning you didn't want to keep being tired.

“Maybe your right” Yuji sighed

“This might all be a wasted effort”

“Where is Megumi anyways?” Nobora asked. You guys haven't heard from him in the past 10 minutes.

So you all snuck into Megumi's room to see him passed out on the floor.

“There's the reaction you were looking for” You said

Disappointed, Yuji and Nobora Help you put him on his bed and head to his door. 

“Good night guys” you said

“Aren't you coming?”

“I’ll do a quick clean up and then leave” You said with a yawn evident in your voice. 

“God I dont get why Megumi didn’t wife you up at all” Nobora sighed before walking out the door after Yuji shutting the door behind her.

“I thought about it, '' Megumi said, suddenly appearing behind you making you jump, not expecting his presence.

“Megumi?!”

His words were slightly slurred and his footsteps were slow. He was drunk.

“Uh umm I was going to do a quick clean up then leave but I can leave now if you want-” You said not knowing what Megumi was on about.

Suddenly you felt strong hands push you onto the door.

“Megumi?” you said, your face heating up.

“Megumi, you're drunk…you're not thinking straight right now, just go to sleep and drink water in the morning.”

“Do you care about me?”

You paused. Yes you wanted to say. For years since school and still now.

“Why would you ask that?” you asked turning your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

“You never dated another guy in the time ive known you…I…I took your life from you because I wanted you.” he mumbled. He sounded sorry like he really robbed you of your life, but honestly it was the opposite.

“Your right, i didn't date another guy because i did care about you, I still do and-”

Before you even finished you felt something soft on your exposed neck.

“MEGUMI?!” you squealed in sheer shock and surprise.

“‘M sorry, I was scared I would lose you if I became too attached , ya know? But 'm older now and i can’t keep living like this.” he said in between breaths

“‘N I just…I can’t”

He pulled away just to lift you off the ground bridal style to his room. He walked in and placed you on the bed and collapsing right next to you arm slung around your waist.

“Look Megumi, I said you were drunk okay? You just need to sleep” you got ip to leave before his hand caught your arm and pulled you back down.

“I'm sorry” he mumbled before holding the back of your head and giving you the most alcoholic kiss ever. Even if you tried you knew you couldn't pull away. You felt hot tears on your cheek. The guilt he felt for not doing this sooner, for making you wait, for making himself wait. His lips pulled away and trailed down your neck and shoulders. He pulled you closer. 

“Best birthday present ever” He said before going back to your lips.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

BONUS: “Man, I really wanted to see him confess or somethin’” Yuji said while walking back to his dorm with Nobora.

“Yeah I guess that guy really is dead on the inside '' she sighed disappointed.

AUTHORS NOTE: It's 1:30 rn but I really wanted to write this so its mostly un-edited. Sorry. AND REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED as per usual. :) Gn everyoneee.

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[violentnewmarley]

“can i kiss you?”

Bill kaulitz (2005) x fem!reader <3 (fluff lol)

disclaimer, I’m not a writer at all so im aware this isn’t very good idek how to make themes on here or wtv- I just had the idea and wanted to write about it😖 also I have horrible grammar so im sorry💀

• Basically You had known Tokio hotel for maybe 3 weeks, and had become close friends with each member, but bill stood out to you the most ever since you first met, and you could tell he felt the same about you… you and the boys would often go to a spot by the lake to (smoke + drink) but this time you and bill went alone? 😉😟

You were patiently waiting at the kaulitz twins front door, the sun had already went down and you were waiting for one of the guys to answer the door so you could go to your nightly spot by the lake to drink and smoke together. you rang the door bell a couple of times until bill finally got the door.

he stood alone in the doorway, his tall frame looking down on you. you couldn’t help but smile when you saw him, (he’s just so perfect!? 😋) “where is everyone else?” you asked “I was thinking it could maybe just be you and I? If not that’s okay I can go get-“ you cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “no, yea that’s perfectly fine” you smile up at him. “Do you have the cigarettes?” He asks, “yea I do, in my backpack. I have a few beers too.” He claps his hands and smiles “okay, wicked!” (I feel so cringe help me💀) you see Tom peep over from the other side of the doorway “don’t get too comfortable together” bill rolls his eyes “shut up Tom!” You laugh into your hand at their bickering and quickly grab bills hands leading him out the door.

you start walking into the direction of the spot you guys usally hangout at, he pulls at you turning you around to meet him. he looks down at his shoes anxiously“I was thinking of a different place if you didn’t mind, it could be more personal to us maybe?…” “why not!?!” you say happily, he picks his head up, feeling relieved at your response, (he was practicing saying that to you for like 20 minutes😘🙄)

You guys walk for about 5 minutes, holding hands and just laughing together as you always do, until you stop at a small shed by the woods, slightly intimidating but also cute, bill held the door open for you and you quickly found a place to sit on the ground next to a small flat chest, the shed was lit by a few old lamps hanging from the roof, it was quite clean dispite seeming abandoned and old. Bill sat down across from you leaning against the wood wall as you grabbed things out of your bag and put them on the chest beside you.

“This place is kind of nice to be honest” you exclaimed, lighting the cigarette in your mouth then passing the lighter to bill, “agreed” he quickly lights his cigarette and blows out the smoke. “I saw it one day while me and tom were exploring these woods and I thought you might appreciate it.”

You and bill make small talk and your conversations slowly get more personal and intimate, you start to tell him more about your issues and ideas about relationships, (likely due to the alcohol in your systems😵‍💫) he looks at you in awe as he watches your lips move while you speak. “So yea I guess I just need to except that I’m never gonna find someone who cares or understands in the way I do, yk?” You put your cigarette back in between your lips and inhale. “I understand” his words make u take a deep breath, “I wish more people were like you y/n your so smart, and I agree that being in a relationship without a real connection is worthless too, I would want to spend my time with the right girl instead of wasting it.”

you pick your head up to meet his gaze, his eyes already staring down at you, “bill” you give him a nervous smile, “hm?” “Can I kiss you?” You say to him blushing, his brown eyes looking into yours making you melt, “uhm… yes?!” he gets all giddy for a second until he makes himself calm down, I mean of course you can-“ (he’s trying to act chill but idk if I wrote that clear😭) you lean in closer, “you’re sure?” He smiles and nods his head, “yes!” (Imagine the same expression he made when that interviewer asked how long it takes him to get ready😍)

you get on your knees and put your hand on his neck, giving him a small but sweet kiss, he giggles a little and pulls you in for another kiss with his hand on your chin, kissing you again, and again. You both laugh in between kisses as he pulls you on to his lap leading to you guys messily making out.

he moved his hands up and down your waist whilst you kept yours on his shoulders, you could taste the alcohol on his lips, his cold piercing turning you on when he slide his tongue in your mouth… you swiftly moved your lips to his jaw placing sloppy kisses on his neck, making him lightly whimper. You smiled into his neck as you both started to laugh in disbelief that this was really happening.

You brought your head up back to his and placed your hand on the back of his neck, lips almost touching, “bill” you softly said, looking into his dark eyes. “Yes Liebling?” You blush at his nickname And kiss him quickly.

“I like you a lot”

“I like you too y/n”

My vocabulary isn’t very good and I didn’t proofread very well, but eat up ig🔥 I might write more but also I’m lazy💟 @fishinaband

#pop rock #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #fashion #y2k #y2k goth #pop punk #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #bill kaulitz fluff #tokio hotel x reader #fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #tokiohotel #billkaulitz #emo girl #gustav schäfer #violentnewmarley

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at work:

Got hired by a trucking company doing admin to safety stuff.

My new boss, in the interview: I’d love to have you start on *specific date* so that we can do the on boarding stuff, but we’re going to have the Driver Appreciation BBQ literally the day after and I want everyone to meet you.

Me: That’s honestly a good plan. I’m completely available for whatever happens, what time do I need to be there?

My actual second day of being hired and going through the whole set up of Driver Appreciation BBQ Day:

*chopped four onions for burgers and sobbed in the break room*

My boss: *lightly supervises but is honestly a Party Queen because she’s a Hispanic mom and is used to throwing parties for 100 plus people in her own backyard let alone a work bbq, you don’t even understand she literally looked at the corporate list of supplies and was like “nah, too much. Mmm. Maybe. Hm. Not enough.” AND WAS EXACTLY RIGHT she owns her own bouncy house, she’s got this shit on lockdown, ok?

So like two hours into this polite bullshit introductory hell scape (I am fine with meeting new people in large groups but I hate meeting people in “sterile corporate” settings, like, if I’m going to remember you, it’s because you did something actually meaningful or interesting, NOT because you shook my hand for five seconds and said you go by Steve or Becky…)

Me, to EVERYONE because my job is to Hand Out Shirts and Lunchboxes: Hi! I’m the new girl from Safety! Who are you exactly? Please don’t expect me to remember you, I’m terrible at putting names and faces together, but I’m sure we’ll talk again soon! What size T-shirt do you want? Here’s your lunch box!

Me: *finally gets a break and sits down to eat some honestly decent brauts and potato salad, deliberately choosing to sit next to one of the drivers that’s been at the company for a while* Hi, how’s it going? I’m the new safety girl!

Older driver whose name I don’t know YET: I’m doin’ pretty good with all this free food. So, you gonna stick around after the little one comes along, or are you gonna leave us high and dry like the last one?

Me, honestly pretty angry but trying to be cool: Not pregnant, just fat.

*very very very awkward silence, like this dude knew that he fucked up, but also the way my body is shaped I really don’t blame him for thinking what he did*

He did actually apologize right then and there, and honestly the entire way he went about everything was from a genuinely good place, and I personally thought it was funny after it was all said and done. Verbal on the spot forgiveness type stuff.

Guess who fucks up the very next day by UNINTENTIONALLY losing a very important document of the exact driver who “insulted” me?

Yeah. So. I spent my entire first week on a brand new job searching through three giant filing cabinets and 20 years worth of documents for ONE fucking medical card. I didn’t find it. Believe me, I looked at every single piece of paper in those cabinets, I have no fucking clue where I put it.

The driver was really nice about it and we had a good laugh about him putting his foot in his mouth and me swearing up and down I didn’t do it for revenge.

Honestly I have no idea how any of this will turn out, but every one seems nice so far so I’m really hopeful.

#things that happened today #things that happen at work #humans are space orcs #truckers #truckers are a breed unto their own #just have fun with it

[rashomonss]

Heartbreak Hours

Guess what, It’s angst time!

I’m happy to present a new series to y’all. Heartbreak hours will be small angst one shots of each obey me character

I’m starting with the brothers, then I’ll do the dateables, and possibly the side characters

I’ll put each of these one shots on my masterlist once they’re done to give y’all the chance to read all of them

- other parts

Like always enjoy! <3

How many times had it been? You thought, at this point who’s counting. Looking at the bright screen on your phone you refreshed yours and Lucifer’s chat, hoping, wishing even that the status would change from delivered to read.

Sighing you put it down, and looked at the empty seat across from you. You had taken your time getting ready today in hopes to show your boyfriend once he arrived. You spent extra time in the shower, and fixed your hair to look almost perfect and put on your best attire in his favorite color in hopes to match.

But he never showed.

Your date was scheduled at Ristorante Six for 7:00pm on the dot. Lucifer had made sure to remind you not to be late, how ironic. Currently it was 8:24 and you had brushed the waiter off for the last time.

You ordered you favorite dish and drank a whole bottle of demonus in the span of an hour. After all Lucifer had pre-paid for the dinner so why not enjoy yourself.

You headed home and opened the door to the House of Lamentation greeting Levi and Mammon who were currently fighting in the common room. You decided to head over to his office before heading to bed.

Honestly the walk to his office was dreadful, you were upset like usual, because this wasn’t the first time he stood you up like this. But you were also sad, because in actuality he was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there no matter what. Some promise you laughed.

You knocked on the door waiting for a response. When it didn’t come you knocked a bit harder, finally hearing a faint “come in”

As you walked through the door Lucifer’s eyes never met yours, instead they remained glue to the document he was signing. “What is it?” He asked flipping the paper over.

“Luci” you said softly.

The Avatar of Pride’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, and he managed a small smile, then proceeded to look you up and down. “You look quite gorgeous love” he added.

Your heart swelled at his words, but it also stung. He always does this. Lucifer was never one to apologize, if he did it was very rare, perhaps his pride wouldn’t allow it, but he’d never really admit if he was in the wrong. Instead he would butter you up and promise to make it up to you at a later date. However you began to grow tired of that excuse. How long will it be until you both could have an actual date?

“Thanks” you responded.

He managed a small smile and turned his head to the side “So, what’s the occasion?”

“Our date. Well the date we were supposed to have today.” You blurted out.

His face turned to one of surprise and immediate confusion. “That was supposed to be tomorrow dear?”

“Lucifer, it’s the 23rd”

He narrowed his eyes and turned on his D.D.D, and low and behold just as you said it was the 23rd not the 22nd like he had thought. He scanned the screen for a reminder and he found it as soon as he unlocked the phone.

He also looked though the 10 texts you sent him within the past hour and a half.

Mc: I’m here Luci!

Mc: They just sat me at the table, let me know when you’re here ok!

Mc: Hey it’s been 20 minutes are you ok?

Mc: Are you on your way? The waiter keeps asking for my order but I feel bad asking him to wait for so long T-T

Mc: Luci??

Mc: Are you coming?

Mc: Lucifer it’s been an hour.

Mc: did you forget again.

Mc: I’m going to eat it’s 8:40 and I’m hungry

Mc: I’m heading home

He looked up at you apologetically and got up from his chair. “Mc, I’m sorry I got caught up in work. I promise I’ll make it up to you, how about next week?”

“Don’t bother” you said quietly.

“What did you say?” Lucifer asked leaning closer since he couldn’t make out what you said.

“I said it’s fine Lucifer, don’t bother. It’s not that big of a deal” you said not facing the demon in front of you.

He was a bit taken back by your attitude, but instead of reassuring you he decided to continue to poke at the topic. “Well you’re making it seem like a big deal” he replied raising an eyebrow.

You widened your eyes for a second before responding. “You know what it is a big deal. Because when was the last time you followed through with your own promises huh?”

Maybe it was the large amount of stress he was under but for some reason Lucifer found himself more annoyed than usual. “Mc I always stick to my word, now please stop you’re acting childish”

“Childish? Excuse me? How in anyway is this considered childish” you said raising your voice.

“Calm down, you’re being a bit dramatic” Lucifer sighed

"Dramatic? You have the audacity to call me dramatic when you just stood me up. Do you know how embarrassed I was sitting there alone waiting for you? The constant gazes from all those demons wasn't something that I could so easily brush off you know”

Lucifer's gaze softened and he paused for a second, as if looking for the right words to say. “I apologize Mc, but you must understand how busy I am. My position does carry much weight, and I have to do my best to uphold Diavolo's name."

"Oh Diavolo this Diavolo that, honestly I don't care. You're not the only one who has to represent him you know? I have to as well" you spat.

"Yes but your job is much smaller, please understand I didn't mean to do this on purpose"

"You used that last time you know?"

"What..?" Lucifer questioned.

"What you said just now, about forgetting our date. You told me that last week right after you stood me up again. You told me you didn't mean it, and you'd make it up to me. But here we are"

"I don't recall ever telling you that," Lucifer said.

"Yeah you don't but I do. This is the fourth time we've pushed back this dinner date because you forgot. Luci I love you but this is getting old, I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean I need attention. When was the last time we hung out, just the two of us? Not while you were working or while we’ve been with your brothers, just US. I miss you Luci, I miss the affection you gave me, now it just feels one sided. You're always busy, and you always have stuff to do so you constantly push me to the side. I haven’t minded because I understand you have a lot on your plate, but would it hurt to just put a bit more effort into our relationship”

“Mc you have to understand-” Lucifer started.

“No, you have to understand!” You yelled cutting him off.

“Mc, calm down, you're being irrational”

“Because you’re not listening!”

“I am listening to you, but what would you like me to do about it? I can’t simply push my responsibilities to the side because you want some fairytale relationship.” Lucifer said, raising his voice slightly.

“That’s not what I said! Listen! I want a relationship were both of us are giving effort not just me”

“Mc stop being so selfish, do you realize how much I give up and do for you?”

“Apparently not enough because here we are”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and pressed two fingers to his temple. “Mc I don’t want to do this with you right now I don’t have the energy”

“Oh there you go again, Lucifer I can't take this anymore you’re insufferable” you said throwing your hands up.

Maybe it was the tone you said that, or maybe it was the lack of sleep consuming his conscience but the next words out of Lucifer’s mouth were ones he didn’t want to claim as his own.

“Well if you can’t take it anymore, and I bother you that much then leave”

“What..?”

“You heard me. Leave”

“Lucifer-”

“Were done Mc. This conversation is over and so is our relationship. Now would you kindly see yourself out, I have work to finish”

He hadn’t looked at you since he held his face, so once he let go to meet your gaze his heart shattered. There you stood baffled, mouth hanging slightly open and tears falling from your beautiful eyes.

Those eyes he adored. The ones that were so expressive when he was with you. That was always one feature Lucifer loved. Even if you liked them or not he adored them. Whether they were simple or filled with many colors he loved them. The eyes that would shyly meet his gaze or linger on his figure for a second or two; those beautiful eyes now filled with tears.

Hot, big tears streamed down your face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop, and it only got worse when he looked concerned and stepped closer.

“Mc, I didn’t mean-”

You didn’t let him finish, you just ran out of his office in tears. Not wanting to see his face again. You felt hurt, betrayed, and disappointed. But a small part of you didn’t feel that disappointed, because deep, deep down you knew this was inevitable. After all, he was too prideful to care about anything besides his image.

And he solidified it when he never went after you to apologize. Instead he went back to his desk and drowned himself in continuous work. Maybe this was all a bad dream and he was really just hallucinating due to the lack of sleep.

Right it had to be? Lucifer thought holding his head in his hands.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me luficer #obey me luci x reader #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer angst

[nori-the-cat]

BOYNEXTDOOR (BND) Sungho as Your Boyfriend

Remember, this is just my interpretation based on the tarot spread. All of this are alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Take it with a grain of salt.

Sungho as a Boyfriend:

Cards: the fool, three of wands, the chariot, eight of pentacles, knight of wands, five of pentacles, five of pentacles, ten of cups, nine of swords, the lovers, five of wands, and seven of swords.

To whoever is reading this post, it is safe for me to share this. His energy is pretty open. In fact, he's so cute and his energy is likeable.

Hold on, this dude is only 20? What a coincidence that I find him cute.

As it turns out, he was born in the same year as RIIZE's Seunghan and Sohee? It makes sense now. There's this undeniable youthful vibe he has like he just stepped out of his teenage years with all that contagious energy.

Sungho seems super chill and down for anything when it comes to dating. New experiences? Totally his vibe. Routine? Nah, that's snooze-ville. This guy's all about keeping things exciting, so buckle up for an adventure!

If you're into adventurous and spontaneous guys, Sunghoo is defo the type who would compliment you.

Sungho is all about planning epic adventures with his partner (you). This guy gets pumped dreaming up dates and trips – like, seriously, next weekend could be a taco crawl or a hike to that hidden waterfall you saw on TikTok. Buckle up, because with Sungho, there's always something exciting on the horizon.

Imagine Sungho surprising you with tickets to a new art exhibit. He's been researching for weeks, knowing you'd love the artist's work (Three of Wands). He's planned a romantic dinner afterwards at a cosy restaurant (The Chariot).

Again, it's probably the age. I guess it's because he's a few years younger than me so, while I was doing this reading I felt like I was "Noona neomu yeppo" (Cues Replay by Shinee playing in the background.) I was also smiling a lot when I was typing down the energy that I got from this reading. His energy was hitting it off with mine.

I think Sungho seems like someone who would be a fun and energetic partner for someone who enjoys adventure, spontaneity, and having exciting plans on the horizon. He's spontaneous, but also a planner. He combines a love for new experiences with some planning to make those adventures happen.

Another likeable aspect of him as a boyfriend is a reliable and serious man. He puts in the work and is dedicated to his partner (you), which makes me Sungho's not here for the drama, he's all about building a solid relationship.

This dude puts in the effort, you know, the reliable kind. He's always down to work on things and make sure you both feel happy and fulfilled. Bonus points, he's always looking for ways to level up the relationship – think cute date nights, open communication, and that feeling of being on the same chapter.

He's my type.

Sungho? Dude wears his heart on his sleeve. Big time. Like, expect grand gestures, compliments that'll make you blush, and the whole "lovey dovey" package. This guy isn't afraid to show how much he cares, so get ready for some serious romance vibes.

Yup, I like this guy.

Expect cheesy compliments, grand gestures (or maybe just really good cooking!), and zero chill when it comes to how much he cares. Prepare to be swept off your feet (or at least get a really cute handwritten note).

Although Sungho is caring and affectionate, he also expect the same from his partner (you).

Sungho is a total giver in a relationship! Big heart, always there for you – that kind of thing. But hey, we all have our needs, right? Sometimes a giving person might worry they're not getting the same back. Totally normal! The key is open communication (like, endless pizza night chats) to make sure you both feel secure and loved up.

He also has expectations of wanting the relationship to go well and be seen as successful. This could mean he overthink things. He might doubt himself, his partner (you), or the relationship itself.

For example, Sungho might get stressed about how strong the relationship is, you know, like overthinking things sometimes. Although it happens to the best of us, Just gotta make sure you guys communicate openly so you're both on the same page.

Despite his great qualities, Sungho does overthink a lot.

He seems like the kind of guy who takes dating seriously. Maybe he overthinks things a bit before committing, but that just means he really cares about finding the right person. It's kind of sweet, you know?

Sungho is also a bit competitive, you know, the kind of guy who always wants to win at board games, even when it gets a little intense? Maybe he gets caught up in the moment and forgets it's supposed to be fun. Or, like, sometimes he might downplay things to avoid fights, even if it means not being totally honest. It's probably not because he's trying to be shady, but more like he just hates seeing you upset.

Sungho's Love Language:

Acts of Service: He enjoys taking action to show his love through things like cooking, planning dates, and working on the relationship.

Words of Affirmation: He gives compliments freely and isn't afraid to show his love. Date ideas with Sungho:

You and Sungho spend the week researching scenic hikes near your city. You settle on a challenging but beautiful trail with a hidden waterfall at the end. You both pack snacks, sturdy shoes, and a camera, excited for the adventure. On the hike, Sungho points out interesting plants and tells jokes to keep the mood light. At the waterfall, you take photos, have a picnic lunch, and enjoy the view together.

Overall, Sungho seems like a great boyfriend for someone who enjoys adventure, romance, and open communication, but it's important to be aware of his potential need for reassurance and tendency to overthink.

#kpop #boynextdoor #boynextdoor sungho #kpop tarot #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor tarot #boynextdoor headcanons

[kenlvry]

Main four come across one of Kenny's many corpses?

"wait.."

an, SOUNDS SO INTERESTING, also i kinda liked how this turned out

it was a saturday and they decided to spend their day in a graveyard, apparently there was a grave for jack tenorman who is allegedly cartmans dad. "dude its not here can we PLEASE go home" cartman whined "dude chil we've been here 20 minutes have some enthusiasm" kyle said while carefully walking through the headstones.

"dude here it is!" stan yelled a distance not too far from them. infront of them was a headstone written 'jack tenorman' and beside it 'ms. tenorman'. "dude sick" kenny said while laughing, "can't believe youre a ginger" stan laughed "shut up I'm still mad about that yk" cartman argued, while the three of them talk kyle saw something in the corner of his eye and followed it.

"where you going kyle?" stan called out following him. kenny and cartman looked at each other and shrugged then also following kyle. "dude,, what?" kyle said looking down which made them also look down to a headstone, it wrote 'kenny mccormick' the date was two months back meaning kenny had died two months ago. "um,, kenny?" they all looked up to kenny who looked panicked, he didn't want them to know more and was ready to leave "lets leave guys this place gives me the creeps" he said muffled "kenny, open your hood" cartmans voice was stern and the three of them was now a few inches away from him.

"cmon you really don't believe me?" he said jokingly "kenny." kenny sighs and takes it off which makes them less tense, "guess it was some sick joke" kyle looked back at the headstone "whatever it is, it isn't- wait." they all look over to stan who was now looking behind the headstone, them following. behind it was more headstones written 'kenny mccormick' they all look at each other again in shock "look guys this is obviously some sick joke lets go home" kenny was urging the others to go home, he knows his death is something everyone forgets but what if they saw his corpse?? is that something they'd forget? he doesn't want things to be complicated as it is.

"dude look at this one" cartman walked over to a headstone "holy shit, this was three days ago" kyle covered his mouth. three days ago the three of them was playing on the train tracks and one thing led to another and kenny got hit by a train. the funeral was held the next day and the coffin was buried the same day.

"guys this is really freaking me out lets go please" kenny whined at them tugging at their shirts. "im digging it" the three of them look back to see stan holding a shovel, "me too" kyle walked over to stan and grabbed a shovel, before kenny could say anything they were already digging. he was growing even more panicked and just wished to god that the corpse was already decomposed.

after digging for about an hour the shovel hit something hard and they all look at each other meaning the coffin has been found. they pull it out with the remaining strength they had. stan and kyle now has their hoodie tied around their waist from the digging.

"let's not open it, what if its somebody else's corpse?? cmon" kenny tried another attempt which failed as cartman slowly opened it. silence fell throughout the whole graveyard upon opening it was a corpse, kenny's corpse. he wore his shirt and his parka folded ontop of him as tribute for what he usually wore. his lower body gone from the harsh death, one of his eyes were gone and some of his bones sticking out of his skin. his body was skinny, slowly decomposing.

"i,, what.. is this you kenny?" Kyle's face was shocked, stan was already gagging and cartman face was disgusted at the gore scene infront of him. kenny didn't know what to say, he has to really pick his words here. he decided to pretend he didn't know anything. "its a sick joke, can we go home im getting really sick of seeing that" "kenny, this parka has the same pin we gave you a week ago" kyle held the parka and pulled out a pin from the pockets. last week they ordered custom pins and each pin had all four of them as it's picture as a sign of friendship. "its probably just a random pin, cmon i posted that pic of Instagram anyone could've done that" kenny still didn't want to tell them, there was a big risk they're gonna remember this

"show us your pin then" cartman said looking at kenny, he panicked, that pin was the real one and he didn't have any copies "i,,i lost it" "kenny." stan was staring at kenny with fear in his eyes.

his last hope was desperation, he grabbed cartmans shirt looking down, "please, can we please go home." he cried out. crying and looking pathetic was the only way to forget about this. cartman stan and kyle looked at kenny who's eye's was filled with fear and confusion, they wanted to ask a million questions but they didn't want to push kenny. "o-okay.." kyle said, and they all just walked awkardly towards the gate leaving the coffin opened not bothering to rebury it. kenny was still panicking, he knew they'd remember this he knew their friendship wouldn't be the same if they remember this and they wouldn't trust him. there was another way, he killed himself. the gates of the graveyard was extremely sharp, without saying anything he climbed it and stabbed his face with it.

the three of them was shocked, stan and kyle saying their iconic line and then just leaving. its been 5 days since then and kenny finally revived, his mom greeting him to get ready for school, he anxiously put on his parka and slowly walked out of his house, from afar he saw his three friends talking about god knows what and his heart was pounding like crazy hoping it worked. standing beside stan he stayed there in silence.

"oh Kenny? hey dude why didn't you say anything" stan looked over to kenny and greeted him, kyle peeking over "oh hey kenny, okay we're having this debate whether-" the voice of kyle was drained out by kenny's own thoughts. they forgot, thank god. he smiled and joined in their conversation, cartman was awfully quiet on the other end.

when the bus arrived stan and kyle got on it first, still talking about their argument, then cartman. before stepping on the stairs he looked back at kenny, reached in his pockets and held out something to kenny "here, found this, i guess you dropped it somewhere" in his hands was the pin from his recent corpse. kenny's eye shot wide open and panic grew over him, his heart pounding. "don't forget it again" cartman said and looked at kenny with a dull face, as if saying "i know" then got on the bus. the day went out like any other day except cartman was always staring at kenny with a face that looks like he wanted to say something to him. even if he knew atleast he kept quiet about it, one person knowing doesn't matter.. right?,,,,

#south park #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle broflovski

[daisyful-gvf]

malibu // by daisyful

part 2

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18+

read the whole thing on ao3 here

or google docs here bc i hate ao3 formatting

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pairings: jake kiszka x reader, josh kiszka x reader

NOTE: there is no twincest. Also this fic will make the most sense if you’ve read malibu first, but u don’t have to

tags: threesome m/m/f, fluff and smut, fingering, oral sex, praise, drinking

word count: 17k

summary: You can’t stop thinking about the night with all four of them…but specifically the twins

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“You have any tequila in your mini fridge? :)”

It was around 9:30 in the evening when Josh texted you.

The second one came through moments after

“Unrelated, do you happen to have any limes?”

You laughed to yourself. This man was insatiable when it came to tequila.

“Tequila, yes. Limes, no,” you replied.

“Ah, what shall we do about that?” He answered.

You rolled your eyes

“Let me go bribe the bartender”

He answered, “:)”

You chuckled, gathering your hotel key, some cash, and as many mini tequila bottles as you could summon from the fridge.

Making your way to the ground level, you hoped to god the hotel bartender had limes. Josh wouldn’t have been upset, but it was always nice to make him smile. Luckily, the bartender traded you a ziplock bag of lime wedges for a $20.

When you knocked on the hotel room door, Josh answered it within seconds.

He beamed.

“There‘s my girl!”

You smiled, stepping inside.

“How’d we do?” He asked, rubbing his palms together. His cheeks were already a little pink.

“Well,” you sat the items on the table, “we’ve got a criminally priced bag of lime wedges and 4 tequilas.”

He pumped a fist in the air, “perfect.”

You smiled at him, amused at his tipsy self. Music played from his phone on the table, but you couldn’t recognize the artist. The room smelled of incense, which sat burning on the nightstand.

“Glad I could help, my friend,” you said, “I hope you have a fun night,” you turned to the door.

“Wait—” he grabbed your arm gently, “You’re gonna make me drink alone?”

You turned back to him, intrigued, “Haven’t you been drinking alone?”

He giggled, “Well, yeah but now you’re here. Come, come,” He motioned to the edge of the bed, patting his hand there, “let me serve you.”

You followed, sitting on the bed, smiling at him.

“What am I having?” you asked.

“Oh, can’t you guess?” he raised an eyebrow at you, “Tequila.”

You laughed. You watched him take the styrofoam coffee cup and pour some soda water and a splash of tequila.

“How many limes?” He murmured.

“Mm, two, please.”

He squeezed two wedges in, dropping them into your drink.

“You’ll have to stir it with your finger,” he said, handing it to you, “unfortunately, this is not a refined establishment.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” you grinned, stirring it with your pointer finger.

“Not quite,” he shook his head, “You’ll be shocked to know that I don’t even have a liquor license.”

He sat down next to you, his own drink in hand.

“Oh I am shocked,” you joked. He giggled.

You licked your finger clean, watching him watch you. He quickly averted his eyes, looking at his drink. You grinned.

“You’ve got quite a heavy hand,” you joked, the tequila strong even from the slight taste.

He nodded, “Yes, I’m known for that.”

You laughed, taking a sip. He took a drink.

“So,” you started, “whatcha been up to tonight?”

He took a deep breath, “Well, I took a three hour nap after we went to dinner, so that was great. Then I put on some music, explored the mini fridge,” he held his hands out, “and now we’re here.”

“Huh,” you chuckled, “sounds like a great time.”

“Oh, yeah,” he took a drink, “the night is young, though.”

You watched him take a drink, his eyes shutting softly, his neck moving. He had on patterned harem pants and a worn t-shirt—burgundy—a color he glowed in. You tried not to stare.

“How about you?” his words pulled you from your thoughts.

You blinked, “Oh, uh, I planned out the next week or so of travel,” you nodded, “Tomorrow is an off day and then I booked the flights to Texas, we’ll be there for three days—“

“Shh,” he pressed a finger to your lips, startling you with the contact, “No work.”

You blushed, then broke into a laugh, “You asked,”

“Yeah, but,” he scrunched his nose, “you shouldn’t have to work in the evenings anyways, so let’s stop that for one,” he waved a finger, “and now there’s tequila out, so we’ve officially transitioned to the fun part of the night.”

You glanced at him, up and down, “is that so, Kiszka?”

He squinted his eyes at you, “Don’t you call me Kiszka,” he said jokingly.

You laughed, taking another drink. You tried hard not to cringe at the taste of the liquor.

“I’m just kidding, mama,” he patted your back, “you can call me whatever.”

Trying not to blush, you took another gulp of the drink.

“Well,” Josh said, leaning back to grab the TV remote, “let’s see if they’ve got any cinematic masterpieces at this place.”

He clicked on the TV, flipping through the menu. He seemed generally displeased with the options, but then he settled upon Into the Wild.

“I love this movie,” you said, grinning.

“Good then,” Josh said, “Me too.”

He reclined on the bed, laying on his side, his elbow propping him up. He sipped his drink, watching the movie. He looked at you.

“You don’t look too comfortable, there,” he said.

You shrugged, “S’okay, I’ll probably head out and let you relax after I finish my drink.”

He looked hurt. “After I picked this movie for you?”

You smiled, “You didn’t pick it for me, Joshua,” you quipped.

His mouth opened in mock-horror, “how dare you, I most certainly did.”

You laughed, leaning back on the bed, looking up at him,“You want me to stay?”

He nodded, “Yeah, if you don’t have other plans. I need someone to get drunk with and talk about how sad the end of this movie is.”

You laughed, “I don’t think it’s sad, I mean—“ you took a sip, “objectively, yeah, but don’t you think if he could do it all over again, he would? He wanted to be in nature…”

You trailed off, noticing Josh looking at you.

“What?” you asked.

He shook himself out of his daze, “Nothing,” he took a drink, “see what I mean? I need the discourse.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

“This is kind of an uncomfortable way to lay, though,” he said, moving. He sat up by the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard, “Wanna come up here?”

You swallowed. This seemed like tedious territory, what, with the fucking-the-whole-band thing only a few weeks ago, and with your sneaking crush on Josh and his twin. Tedious.

“Uh, yeah,” you breathed, trying to sound relaxed, moving to take a seat up by him. You sat a good six inches away, hoping the space would help.

To your dismay, Josh rested a hand on your thigh almost immediately, giving you a light pat. He smiled at you, “Thanks for hanging out with me. S’nice.”

You gave him a gentle nod, quickly taking a drink to distract yourself.

You watched the movie for a good ten minutes or so, his hand gentle on your thigh, before he spoke,

“I’m empty,” he said, rattling his cup. He pointed to yours, “How about you? Another?”

You finished your drink, handing him your cup, “A little lighter on the pour this time though, huh?” You smiled.

He winked at you, “I’ll try. No promises”

After he mixed the drinks and lit another incense stick, he brought them over, passing the cup to you.

“Thank you, babe,” you took your drink. You gave it a sip, and it was much easier to swallow than the first. He sat next to you again, a bit closer.

He looked at you, waiting for you to take a drink, “thoughts?”

“S’perfect,” you grinned.

Your stare lingered a moment, looking between his lips and his eyes. There was a weighted silence, just a second too long—

“Whatcha thinking about?” He grinned, and oh, that was the worst case scenario.

The question startled you, made your face hot.

“Huh?” you got out. He smiled.

“You look like you’re thinking about something. I’m curious…enlighten me.”

You chuckled, nervous, “Oh, I dunno,” you turned back to look at the movie.

“Hey,” he touched your leg again, making your head snap back to look at him, “you okay?”

You stilled, looking to your lap, “Yeah, Josh,” you swallowed, “it’s nothing.”

Nothing. What a joke that was—all the recent stolen kisses, subtle glances, the drunken lingering of a hand, the thoughts that played on a loop in your mind as you fell asleep for the last three weeks, wanting more, wanting him, wanting both of them—sure, nothing.

“We can sit at the end of the bed if you want, I hope I didn’t make you uncomf—“

“Josh,” you shook your head, “It’s fine.”

He fell silent. You looked up at him, worried you may have hurt his feelings.

“Alright,” his lips pressed into a line. He took a drink.

You sighed, rubbing your face, “I’m sorry,” you took his hand with your empty one. He looked down at them.

“Here,” you fumbled for words, “could you grab one of the tequilas?”

He looked confused, but nodded and shuffled off the bed to grab one. Now or never, you told yourself.

(The thing is, he had initiated the stolen kisses, the glances, the touches, and so really how shocking could this be?)

You took it from him, tucking your drink into your lap for a moment as you opened it. You took the shot, wincing at it, chasing it with a sip of your drink.

Josh sat beside you, eyebrow raised, “You alright?”

You nodded, tossing the empty bottle on the floor. You looked up at him. His stare was kind.

“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, “tell me.”

The command was gentle. You nodded, bracing yourself.

“Ever since the other week, when we were all together, when, you know” you blushed, unable to finish the sentence.

Josh blushed as well, “Yeah, I know,” he said, understanding.

You nodded, “Um,” you struggled to look at him, looking down to your cup, to his hands, anywhere else, before finally looking him in the eyes, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” you mumbled, “Specifically,” you stopped, shaking your head.

“Hey,” he touched your leg, “S’okay. Specifically what, mama?”

You took a drink with a harsh swallow, “Specifically you,” you breathed, “and,”

He looked amused, an eyebrow raised, “And?” he encouraged.

You couldn’t get it out.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can—“

“Hey,” he said, touching your chin, “You think you can scare me off?” he grinned sweetly. “Just tell me, it’s okay.”

You breathed.

“You and Jake,”

His eyebrows shot up, a smile tugging at his lips. Your cheeks and chest went hot with embarrassment.

“Huh,” Josh said.

You looked down at your cup, not daring to meet his gaze, watching your lime wedges swirl in the soda water.

“Look at me, mama,” Josh tipped your chin up. You looked at him.

He smiled wide at you, “Thank you for telling me,”

You nodded. He took a drink.

“So…what about Jake and I?” he grinned.

You smiled, “No,” you shook your head, “nuh-uh, I’ve said enough.”

“Oh, I disagree,” he smiled mischeviously, “I think I need to know a bit more,”

You rolled your eyes, taking a drink from your cup. You swallowed, “I think you can figure it out,” you said.

“Perhaps,” His voice was lower, teasing, “You don’t wanna tell me? Just so I can be sure I understand?”

He traced his teeth with his tongue, and you had to bite back a noise.

“Alright, I’ll leave it alone if you want,” he shrugged, taking a sip. You exhaled.

He swallowed his drink, eyes watching your face closely. He grinned again, “Do you want me to leave it alone?”

You breathed in sharply, unprepared for that follow up question.

“Seems like if you haven’t stopped thinking about it, maybe we shouldn’t leave it alone,” he continued.

He traced a finger along your calf, gentle, a tease if there ever was one.

You became dizzy. You looked at him, extremely unsure of what to say or do.

He looked you up and down, and something unspoken made your skin warm.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Both of your heads snapped to the door.

“Mmm,” Josh said, “Hold that thought,” he got up, going to look through the peephole. You craned your neck to see what was going on.

Josh popped his head around the corner, grinned back at you before opening the door, and you were confused until, oh,

“Hello there, brethren, why do you require my tequila?” said a familiar voice in a mock accent.

Jake rounded the corner. He paused, looking surprised to see you on the bed.

“Well hello there, darling,” he said, smirking at you. He looked back at Josh. Josh smiled back at him.

Jake noticed the tequila on the table, then, and the limes, “Seems like you’ve already got enough tequila, Joshua, what the hell do you need mine for?” He sat down 4 miniature bottles of his own.

“Well,” Josh said, coming back around to sit next to you on the bed, “the more the merrier.”

Jake made himself at home, pouring his own drink, squeezing three limes into it. He sat on the sofa chair in the corner.

“What’ve you two been up to?” Jake asked.

You sat there and blushed, feeling vulnerable after telling Josh what you had only moments before Jake stepped in.

“A bit of Into the Wild,” Josh motioned to the TV, “and riveting conversation.”

“Oh yeah?,” Jake took a drink, “What about?”

Josh looked at you, grinning subtly. You gave a small shake of your head, desperate for him to stay quiet.

“Let me tell him,” Josh murmured, only loud enough for you to hear.

“No,” you whispered, “Uh-uh.”

Josh grinned wider, and god, that didn’t help the fact your emotions were already swelling in your chest.

“Then you tell him,” he said, quietly, nodding toward his brother.

You shook your head, “Josh,” you warned, “no.”

“Hey,” Jake complained, “you just gonna leave me out?”

You ignored him, keeping eye contact with Josh.

“Please,” Josh said to you, “you told me, you should tell him.”

Your mouth opened and closed, frustrated, “Josh,” you got out—

“Hey,” Jake shouted, getting up from his chair, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, “Am I invisible?”

You and Josh exchanged looks between Jake and each other.

“What am I missing?” Jake asked, eyes squinted, “are you both drunk?”

Josh grinned at you, “I’m gonna tell him, mama.”

“Tell me what?” Jake looked between you.

Josh opened his mouth to speak—

“Josh.” you warned.

He looked at you, then held his hands up, surrendering, “Okay, fine.”

“No,” Jake shook his head, “No, tell me, you fuckers,” he grinned, looking at you, “what is it?”

You blushed. He looked too good, in his worn denim jeans and a stretched white t-shirt.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna tell him if you don’t,” Josh said, seeming genuinely apologetic, “I don’t keep secrets from him.”

You sighed. Great job, you thought to yourself.

“Fine. Just tell him,” you sighed, taking a long drink.

Josh looked at him, “She said she hasn’t stopped thinking about the other night,”

Jake took a drink, “what night?” he looked confused.

Josh grinned, “when we were all smoking together. A few weeks ago, y’know,” he said, his tone leading.

Jake’s eyebrows raised, realizing, “Oh,” he said, “Well, yeah, understandable.”

Josh looked at you, coaxing you to finish the thought “Specifically…”

You sucked in a breath.

“Specifically you and Josh,” you said to Jake.

His eyebrows raised, and damn, they really were twins, down to the expression.

“Huh.” Jake said.

You forced yourself to keep looking at him as your cheeks flushed, “Yeah,” you said.

“That is a riveting conversation,” Jake said, taking another sip.

“Well,” Josh said, “we didn’t really get past that, I was trying.”

You broke into a laugh, unable to help it with the tension.

“What?” Jake smirked at you.

You shook your head, “No, I’ve done enough talking,”

“Oh I beg to differ,” Josh gave a playful shove to your arm, “You’re just gonna leave us in suspense?”

You took a drink, then gave a silent nod. They were both smirking at you, and you wondered how you got here, in this daydream-like scenario you’d been imagining the last several weeks.

Jake chuckled to himself and chugged his drink. He got up, walking over to the table to make another.

Josh touched your calf.

“You’re not gonna tell me what you’ve been thinking about, mama?” He muttered. You bit your lip. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me?”

He knew what he was doing. You swallowed, licked your lip.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice hoarse.

He grinned, rubbing your leg, “Well, if you just wanna think about it, that’s certainly fine, but,” he licked his lips, “would you wanna do anything about it?” He cleared his throat, “I mean, if the situation was right.”

You took a deep breath. This is not where you expected this evening to go. You were in sweatpants and a tank top, you hadn’t showered yet today, and you hadn’t brushed your teeth since this morning. If Josh was implying what you thought he was, you weren’t sure you were prepared.

“Um,” you whispered. Jake wandered back over, sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping his drink. You could smell the lime.

They looked at you. You wanted them, you had to admit to yourself.

“I think so, yeah,” you got out, answering Josh, “if the situation was right.”

Josh licked his teeth, watched your lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes just glazed; you thought he probably wasn’t drunk, but certainly wasn’t sober.

“Good to know,” Josh said.

“Okay,” Jake drug a hand through his hair, “I really feel left out of the conversation.”

You looked to him, smiling, “S’nothing to worry your pretty mind about.”

He smiled, “If you say so.”

Josh stood up from the bed, gave Jake a pat on the shoulder, “Walk with me to get some ice, Jacob,” he said, “And let’s go raid your mini fridge for whatever else we can find.”

“Why?” Jake said, “You need me to help you get ice?”

Josh grabbed his shoulder, “Just come with me you idiot,” he said.

Josh slipped on his birkenstocks and took the ice bucket, Jake grabbed his key card, and with a wink, they were out the door.

You sat in the silence, breathing in the incense. Shit, you realized, something’s happening.

You scrambled, your thoughts racing as your body struggled to keep up. You flipped the privacy lock on the front door, just in case, and ran to the bathroom. You stripped quickly, tied your hair up, and washed your body as fast as you could. You towel dried, put your clothes back on, cringing at the thought of wearing the same underwear, let your hair down, frantically grabbed the mouthwash Josh had, swished some around, raked your fingers through your hair, and then looked in the mirror. You smiled to yourself.

If they were talking about what you assumed they were, and if they both came to the conclusion that they’d be interested in—

You heard the keycard at the door. You practically ran, flipping the privacy lock off and opening it for them. You gave them a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jake grinned, hands full of mini liquor bottles and sodas.

You let them in, laughing at their haul.

“Who said we’re getting drunk?” You asked, helping Jake set them all on the table.

“You never know, you never know,” Jake mused.

You sat back on the bed, grabbing your drink.

Josh grabbed his, sitting next to you, closer this time, his leg against yours. He rested his hand on your thigh.

“What’s Alexander Supertramp been up to?” He asked, pointing to the TV.

“Oh you know,” you tried to sound relaxed, “Befriending hippies, making good choices.”

Josh turned to you and smiled. You looked back, watching his expression closely.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, and the air left your lungs in a rush.

You nodded sheepishly, letting him lean into you.

He held the side of your face, bringing his lips to yours. You hummed into him, sighing with the blissful feeling. He was warm.

It was a simple kiss, maybe six or so seconds, gentle and unassuming.

He gave you a reassuring smile as he pulled away, “S’nice.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He settled back next to you, hand on your thigh. You tried to focus on the movie, but quickly were distracted by Jake coming to sit on the other side of you.

“How many times have you seen this film?” Josh said, making conversation.

You shrugged as Jake took a seat, slipping his vans off and settling next to you. His leg also touched yours, and you felt warm at the contact.

“Um,” you said, thinking,“Maybe…ten times?”

Josh chuckled, “I see. It is a good one, I’ll give you that.”

“How about you?”

“Twice,” Josh said, “this is the third.”

You looked at Jake, “and you?”

Jake gave you a smile, “Only once. I’m not as cultured, I suppose.”

You giggled. Aside from the insurmountable tension between the three of you, this was nice. A good movie, some drinks, company, easy conversation. You tried to relax, to enjoy it.

You finished your second drink and looked down at the cup, contemplating if you should have a third, given that you’d taken the shot too. You had a head buzz but nothing else so far. You figured as long as it wasn’t too heavy handed, you could do another. They were helping to keep you occupied.

“Joshy?” You looked at him, smiling, “Could I have another?” You rattled your cup.

“Of course, mama,” he leaned in for a peck on the lips, to your surprise, then took your cup, getting up to go to the table.

“Hey,” you said to him. He turned around, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Easy on the tequila unless you want me acting like a fool.”

“You got it, babe,” he spun around, opening a new can of soda water to make your drink.

Jake’s hand moved on your thigh, rubbing softly. You looked at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He smirked. You stilled, nervous for his next words. You could smell his cologne. You nodded.

He licked his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night, either.”

You tried to stay stoic, cool, but you could feel yourself grinning.

“Yeah?” You got out, voice cracking.

He nodded, “Yeah. So I don’t think you should be embarrassed or anything.”

You bit your lip, too curious to help yourself, “what have you been thinking about?”

He drew in a sharp breath, took a sip from his drink, looking bashful. He swallowed, “Now that’s unfair, you wouldn’t tell us,” he beamed.

You grinned back. He had a point.

“If I tell you, will you tell me?” You murmured. He nodded, biting the rim of his cup.

You felt childish, trading secrets like you would passing notes across class. But it thrilled you.

You were close to his face, a few inches. You spoke quietly.

“I’ve been thinking about how your fingers felt inside of me,” you whispered, “how your mouth felt.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a second before re-focusing on you. He nodded, encouraging you.

“Been remembering how you fucked me while they watched—while Josh watched,” you specified.

You swallowed, struggling to continue, compelled only by his reaction, “kissing you both one after another.”

He lowered the cup, licking over his lip. His mouth pulled gently into a grin.

“Is that so?,” he breathed. He gripped your thigh. You nodded.

“And you?” you said.

His grin stretched, “Been thinking about how nice you look naked. How you looked with my come dripping out of you.”

You whimpered, bit your lip to stop yourself.

“Kissing you,” he continued, looking at your lips, “thinking a lot about kissing you, you sitting on my lap,”

You watched his lips.

“Thinking about how I wish I could have watched you when you went into the bathroom with Josh,” he swallowed, “He said you were begging to come.”

Your eyes shut. You forced yourself to take a breath, to reel yourself in. You opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled at you, teasing.

“Were you?” Jake asked, “Begging?”

Your mouth was dry. Jake looked hungry, like a cat stalking prey. You nodded.

“Mmm,” Jake hummed, taking a sip, “Sounds lovely.”

His eyes were incredibly dark, pupils blown. He watched your face for a moment “Is that all you’ve been thinking about, since then?”

You swallowed, “Well,” you whispered, unsure how to phrase the rest.

“Tell me,” his tone was achingly gentle, “please?”

“I’ve just been hung up on you two,” you sighed, trying to talk just loud enough that Josh might overhear, “I’ve just been thinking…,”

Jake looked entranced, “S’okay,” he assured, “I’m not gonna judge you, I want to know.”

You felt Josh’s hand on your arm, passing you your drink.

You took it, not looking away from Jake. Josh’s weight sank into the bed behind you, his hand fell to your hip.

“I just want more of you both,” you got out, “I…”

“Come on, angel, I know that mind of yours can be creative,” Jake smirked, “Tell me,” his eyes flitted over your shoulder, presumably to Josh, then back to you, “We wanna know.”

“You want me to be honest?” You mused.

Jake nodded. Josh hummed behind you.

Thank god for the tequila.

You nearly whimpered, “I want both of your hands on me,” you said, breath becoming labored, “I want you both to touch me, to kiss me, I want—“ you tried to ignore Josh’s hand tighten on your hip, “Want you both inside me again, and I honestly just want, like,”

It was like a dam broke and you could’t stop, “You two make me feel so cared for, I love the attention, I love how overwhelmed it makes me feel, I just want—“

You stopped, realizing Jake’s mouth was hanging slightly open. He looked dazed, stunned.

“No, no, keep going, I’m listening,” he rasped.

“That’s it, honestly,” you tried not to cave into yourself, “I just want you two to…” you cringed at your next words, “just love on me.”

You stared at him numbly, wondering where this was going. Wondering if you all were about to go back to watching the movie as if this didn’t happen.

You and Jake watched each other, silent. Josh was still.

“What are you thinking?” you asked Jake, barely audible. You took a sip of your drink to calm yourself.

He smiled, “Thank you for telling us,” he said.

“I asked you a question,” you smarted.

He licked his lips,“I think you’re considering kissing me.”

You grinned, “You think so?”

He nodded, smiling wider, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Hmm,” you teased, “you think I should do it?”

His smile faded, his expression changing to something needy.

“Come here,” he gritted.

NEXT PART

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[formerlyz]

It’s a little late but here’s my contribution for day 3 of Kazuki week! This is also based on an anonymous fic request I got a while ago.

Kazuki’s throat burned as the threw back yet another shot of liquor. It was his 5th…no…6th? Ah, who cares. He was having fun, he deserved this.

“Having a fun time babe?” Kazuki spun around in his seat.

“Dorothy! It’s been like a million years!” He threw his arms around her.

“Sweetie, it’s only been about an hour.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh no…” Kazuki began giggling.

“What’s wrong?” Dorothy asked, sounding concerned. Kazuki pulled himself off her and looked side to side, not wanting anyone else to hear him. He motioned for her to lean closer.

“I am…very drunk” He whispered. Dorothy laughed again and playfully shoved his shoulder.

“I can see that. Do you have someone to walk you home?”

“Mmhm!” Kazuki pulled out his phone, but the letters on the screen kept jumping around.

“Dorothyyyyy? Can you help me? Words are hard.” She giggled and took his phone.

“Who should I text?”

“Rei. He’s at the top of my contacts.” Kazuki said proudly. Dorothy smirked and quickly typed out a message.

“Aw! Is this him?” Dorothy turned Kazuki’s phone back to him, it was now on the Home Screen, which was a picture of Miri passed out on the floor. Rei was curled up next to her asleep, she was using his arm as a pillow.

“Yeah! That’s him” Kazuki took his phone back and stared at the photo for a moment. It was one of his favorites.

He realized he hadn’t thanked Dorothy for helping him. “Lemme buy you a drink” Kazuki said as he waved down the bartender. “Two vodka sodas please and thank you!” He requested.

She took a seat at the bar next to Kazuki as the bartender handed them their sodas. They clinked their glasses together before taking a sip.

“So…you didn’t tell me you had a sweetheart,” Kazuki choked on his drink.

“I don’t!” He sputtered. He felt arms wrap around his neck from behind.

“Kazukiii! Hi! Are you having a good time?” Carol said. She seemed a little buzzed.

“We were just talking about Kazu’s boyfriend.” Dorothy answered for him. Carol gasped dramatically and let go of him.

“Boyfriend?! You have a boyfriend?!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Kazuki insisted, feeling his face getting hotter and hotter. “We’re just friends!!”

“Look at how cute he is!” Kazuki was too drunk to stop Dorothy from grabbing his phone.

“Aww! And you have a daughter together? So cute”

“No! I mean…yes— we have a daughter together but were not like…together“ He was interrupted by his phone making a dinging noise.

“Oh! Guess who responded” Dorothy said in a sing songy voice. She handed the phone back to Kazuki.

Be there in 20. Was all the message said.

“Do we get to meet him?!” Carol squealed with delight.

“Yeah. But he’s NOT my boyfriend you guys.” Kazuki once again insisted. He looked back down at the photo on his Home Screen. He had set the photo because Miri was really cute in it, but now he took the time to look at Rei in the photo too. His bangs were covering his eyes. His mouth hung slightly open as he slept peacefully on the floor next to Miri. His t shirt had ridden up, exposing the bottom part of his waist…

No. No no no. This was Rei. he couldn’t have a thing for Rei. No way.

“So…you have a daughter together…but you’re not romantically involved?” Dorothy said.

“Right…” Kazuki said, still looking down at the photo. He had a strange feeling in his chest. What was going on? He must have been more drunk than he thought.

“Come on Kazu, I know that look. You’re in love” Dorothy teased.

“Am not!” Kazuki finally tore away his eyes from the picture. He took another big sip of his drink.

“Do you like spending time together?” Carol asked.

“I mean…yeah”

“Can you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him.”

“Absolutely.” That wasn’t even a question.

“Do you think he’s attractive?” Kazuki paused for a moment and looked back down at the photo. He stared at the way Rei’s hair fell just so. He stared at Rei’s slightly parted lips, wondering what they felt like. He stared at Rei’s waist, thinking about how nice it would probably feel to hold…

“…Yeah…” he admitted. Both to them and to himself.

“That sure sounds like a boyfriend.” Dorothy insisted. Kazuki ran his hands down his face. She had a point.

“Oops! We gotta go. Come find us when he gets here!” Carol said, their boss was waving them over. They left Kazuki sitting there with his mind racing. In order to calm himself down, he chugged the rest of his drink and waved down the bartender for another. He asked for something strong and was handed some kind of blue drink. It tasted like fruit. It was definitely something Rei would like, very sugary, like candy. He wished Rei was there right now.

“Hey Kazuki” Rei was suddenly right next to him. Did him wishing Rei was at the bar bring him there? Wait…no…he said he would be here in 20 minutes. Had it been 20 minutes? Either way Kazuki was happy to see him.

“Hi! I was just thinking about you!” Kazuki threw his arm around Rei and dragged him into sitting down at the stool next to him.

“Uh…why?”

“Cause I think you’d like this drink. Try it!” He pushed it over in front of Rei, who looked suspicious. Kazuki only remembered having a sip, but when he looked in the cup around ½ of it was gone.

“What is it?”

“Dunno! It’s good though!” Rei put his lips on the straw and took a tiny taste. His eyes lit up and he took a bigger, more confident sip.

“Hey…that’s really good” He said excitedly. Kazuki liked his excited voice.

“You can have the rest if you want”

“You sure?”

“Yeah!” He watched Rei take a few more big sips of the cocktail with a little smile on his face. His hair was down, and some pieces were still a little wavy from the braids Miri had put in them earlier. He was wearing a blue flannel and a cat t shirt Miri had picked out for his birthday.

“Why are you staring at me?” Rei sounded more genuinely curious than judgemental.

“Huh? No reason.” Kazuki was staring? How long had he been staring? Rei finished off the drink.

“You ready to go?” Kazuki poked Rei on the corner of his mouth in response.

“Your lips are blue” he giggled. Rei rolled his eyes.

“Yep, you’re ready to go. Come on” Rei stood up and swayed a little bit. “Huh…that drink was stronger than I thought” His brows furrowed at the empty glass of their shared drink. He shook the tipsiness off and pulled Kazuki up. They started to make their way towards the door when Kazuki suddenly remembered his promise to Dorothy and Carol.

“Wait! My friends wanna meet you” he grabbed Rei’s forearm and dragged him along as he scanned the room.

“What? Why?” Kazuki didn’t answer, instead focusing on making his way towards the faded blue hair of his friend.

“Yo Dorothy!” She turned to him and he made a big gesture to Rei.

“Carol! Rei’s here.” She called. “Hi. I’m Dorothy, I’m the one who texted you.” She said with a nice wave.

“Oh…yeah…uh hi” Rei said, clearly very awkward. Carol came running up.

“Hi Rei! I’m Carol!” Before he could react she hugged him. He froze completely, but she pulled back unfazed. You and Kazuki are soooo cute together!! Don’t worry. He’s all yours, Kazu’s just a friend!”

“Why would I-“ Rei stammered. Kazuki realized he recognized the song playing over the club’s speakers.

“Ooooh! I love this song!” Kazuki grabbed Rei’s hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, leaving Carol and Dorothy giggling knowingly at them.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing now?”

“Come dance with me!”

“Miri’s home alone, we need to get back.”

“Aww come on, just one song.” Kazuki pleaded. He grabbed Rei’s other hand and starting pushing their arms back and forth together. Rei stood there stiffly for a moment before sighing in defeat. He began to let his body ever move so slightly to the upbeat pop song, following Kazuki’s lead. A huge smile broke out on Kazuki’s face. He was having a fantastic time now that Rei was here.

He had only recognized the song halfway through, so it ended about one minute later. The Dj transitioned into a slower, more romantic sounding song. Instead of separating, Kazuki instinctively pulled Rei closer to him.

“You said one song” Rei said, though he didn’t resist Kazuki’s embrace.

“That didn’t count, it was almost over” Kazuki dropped one of Rei’s hands to hold his waist.

“Fine” Rei‘s free hand came to rest between Kazuki’s shoulder blades. They were so close that the sides of their faces were brushing against each other as they slowly swayed from side to side. Kazuki relaxed as he felt Rei’s body heat seeping into him. He leaned down and rested his chin on Rei’s shoulder. His shampoo smelled good, like vanilla with a hint of coconut. Kazuki liked being this close to Rei. He wanted to be this close to him all the time. Maybe he did have a thing for Rei…Liquid courage surged through his veins.

“Hey Rei?”

“Hmm?” surprisingly, Rei sounded relaxed too. That drink must have been pretty strong.

“I…think I like you.”

“We’ve been friends for years. I know you like me”

“That’s not what I mean.” Kazuki gave an exasperated sigh. “I like you”

“Okay?”. Rei clearly didn’t get what Kazuki was implying.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Kazuki blurted out. Rei was quiet for a moment.

“What does that mean?” Rei stiffened slightly, but didn’t let go. They had been referring to each other as ‘Partners’ for years, which was arguably a more serious label, but it was also more ambiguous. Kazuki tried to think of another way to articulate what he was hoping for.

“I mean. I want to still be your partner. But I also want to be your boyfriend... I mean that I like spending time with you, and I like your laugh and your smile. I mean I find you attractive. Like you have pretty eyes and a sexy waist and are just all around cute. I want to kiss you. I want to wake up and go to sleep with you. I mean I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.” The words tumbled out of Kazuki’s mouth before he could stop it. He was vaguely aware of his words slurring together a bit.

Rei was silent. The song ended, but neither of them let go.

“Kazuki…How drunk are you?” He finally asked in a quiet voice.

“Pretty drunk,” he admitted. The room was spinning a little, though that could have also been from nerves. “If you don’t feel the same way that’s okay. I just—“ Kazuki's train of thought screeched to a halt when he felt soft lips, Rei’s lips, brushing against his cheek for an instant.

“We need to get home.” Rei pulled back and looped his arm through Kazuki’s. Kazuki followed him, trying to process what was going on while the room spun around him.

Once they were outside, the fresh air and quiet of the alleyway they walked down helped Kazuki get his bearings again. At some point, Rei had wrapped his arm under Kazuki’s shoulders, so that he could support and guide him in a relatively straight line.

“You never answered my question,”

“Ask me again tomorrow”

“Huh. Why?”

“Because you’re very drunk and I want to make sure you’re serious,” Rei said firmly.

“So if I ask you tomorrow…is that a yes?” Kazuki said slowly.

“You’ll just have to ask me to find out.” Rei gave him a teasing smirk, in the pale light of the moon Kazuki could make out an ever so slight dusting of pink on Rei’s cheekbones.

“Okay.” Kazuki said, his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest with joy.

When they got back to the apartment, the first thing they did was check on Miri. She was completely knocked out in bed. Rei had left her home alone for less than an hour, but their first instinct was always to make sure she was okay first.

“Goodnight Kazuki” Rei started to head towards the bathroom when Kazuki somehow managed to catch his arm.

“Wait! Rei. Can we sleep together?” Kazuki said, a little louder than he meant too. Rei turned back to him, eyebrows raised. “I just wanna cuddle.” Kazuki clarified. Rei relaxed a bit and nodded. Kazuki cautiously intertwined his fingers with Rei’s before tugging him along towards his bedroom. They would occasionally sleep in the same bed nowadays, mostly when one of them had a nightmare or a flashback and needed comfort from the other, so cuddling wasn’t something out of the ordinary for them.

As soon as Kazuki’s head hit the pillow, his eyes got heavy. Rei climbed into bed next to him. He laid on his back and stretched his arm out. Kazuki snuggled up to him and nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

“Goodnight.” He mumbled before passing out.

Kazuki’s phone alarm sent searing pain through his skull. He groaned as he rolled over to shut it off. Did Miri have daycare today? No no…it was Saturday. He had just forgotten to turn off the alarm. Sun was streaming in through the blinds. His head ached, he felt like he desperately needed a shower, and he was still exhausted. He prayed Miri would want to sleep in today.

He rolled back over. Rei was still fast asleep next to him, curled up in a loose fetal position. His bangs were hanging in his face, some hairs catching on his long eyelashes. His undercut was peeking out just a bit. His chest rose and fell with tiny snores that were barely audible. Despite the fact that Kazuki felt like shit, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Rei looked in the early morning light. He brushed the hair out of Rei’s eyes and gently stroked his cheek.

It definitely wasn’t the alcohol talking last night.

Kazuki pulled Rei into his chest and rested his chin on the top of his head. Rei made a small noise in his sleep and hugged Kazuki back, burrowing his face into Kazuki’s chest. He was so warm, so comfortable. Kazuki began to feel his eyelids getting heavy again.

Yeah…this feels right. He thought to himself as he fell back asleep.

#buddy daddies #kazurei #kazukiweek2023 #I’m very tired so apologies for typos #it’s been a day #writing this was a good coping mechanism tho #buddy daddies fanfic #buddy daddies fic #z tries to write #my stuff

[polarisbibliotheque]

Little longish update!

Hello my awesome people, I hope you're all doing great 🖤

I've been quiet for a while because of my recovery - turns out getting better is messier than getting sick HAHAHA but guess I'll go through it.

Got another appointment with my nutritionist on monday and last month I already managed to put up some weight, so that's a huge win!!

Unfortunately, my mind's been running low with ideas to write currently, and I do apologize. Also, to everyone interacting with me, I WILL ANSWER YOU LOVELY BEINGS PROPERLY 🖤🖤 I hadn't had enough energy to do it currently T-T

I will muster my energy to reply to every single of you gentle souls out here, but do know you make my days shine brighter and I'm endlessly thankful to all of you in this blog 🥰

On a side note, I feel like I'm getting myself back - can't quite explain it, but it's such a beautiful feeling. My sister took me to the Guns n' Roses concert last weekend and hell, I didn't know I freaking NEEDED that in my life!!

Guns IS on my Top 5 favourite bands of all time, I know all lyrics and useless trivia, I fangirl for all of them and my heart almost jumped from my chest when I saw the packed stadium. I forgot how much I LOVE this kind of stuff!!

Of course, next day I had absolutelly no voice thanks Mr. Axl Rose for making me scream like the damned for 3h straight and I literally couldn't get up from my bed, but hell.... It was SO worth it!

Don't recommend this kind of craziness when you're recovering your health, don't be reckless like me 🙃

I'm feeling my energy and sense of self slowly coming back, I just have to manage my week schedule and make up a better routine. I'll include dropping by to chat with you guys more frequently and update with stories at least once /twice a month!

It's a work in progress, though - but I thank you all for being in this journey here with me, always hoping my stories can bring you some light or warmness ^^

Also, I just found out Slash has a chronic heart condition and was given 6 weeks to live, with prospects of having a heart failure and transplant, and the man is alive and kicking, freaking ripped and rocking out on the stage 20 years after...

Well. I'm kinda very emotional right now, 'cause suddenly my prospects of 12 years of healthy living until a liver transplant or failure doesn't sound that bad. Who knows, maybe with looking out for my health and keeping great habits in that department, I might just kick this illness in the ass for a while just like he's doing!

I never realized how looking at someone with a similar condition and seeing them pushing against the odds was so... Hopeful, I guess. I think that's what people mean when they say representation matters - this feeling.

Who would've know, my health role model and angel of hope would be THE Slash from Gn'R, notoriously known for giving no f*cks regarding basically everything in life

Well, I hope you are all healthy, well and reading great stories. I wish you can all find your lights of hope in the darkness, even if they aren't really the "midfulness gratitude" type ^^

I mean... Mine is a guitarrist with a top hat who happens to be a snake enthusiast. Hope comes in all shapes and sizes I guess xD

AND I WILL ANSWER TO MY INBOX MESSAGES JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL MY ENERGY AND ~M O T I V A T I O N~ IS BACK!! Really, thank you guys for being so kind and wonderful to me, I hope to give it back to you.

See you soon!! 🖤

My rockstar guardian angel cheking on me after a long rough month, exclusive images.

#polaris speaks #life update #update #now I'm remembering a literal story I started writing a year ago #left it on limbo #but it was literally called My Rockstar Guardian Angel #basically the dude died and was assigned guardian angel of a medium woman with lots of issues #both had lots of issues and kinda helped each other grow #might write a few things here and there about it someday #I miiiight start posting some original things I have too though #always wanted to put a book out there so who knows #maybe I'll get to it eventually

[jinkicake]

Okay hear me out,,,, I’ve been thinking about that Albedo fic NONSTOP like it was so *chefs kiss* like I can vividly see his expression and it will not leave my brain🥰 but it’s kazuha and Lucifer’s turn in the frontal lobe😔 so I’m like I would let them too. Like growing up really makes you think bc 7 years ago I was like “I don’t get how people are into degrading and humiliation🤢” and now mid 20s I get it!! Thinking about kazuha being an absolute menace and immobilizing me and doing whatever bc he would! He’s nothing if not a tease and the other 50% of the time he’s not pussy drunk he’s a sadist. Had a dream a while ago where we were drinking and he was like “you can take me or I can take you. I’ve been far and wide and have seen many things traveler” HES A SLUT🗣 wishing I could remember what happened in detail😔 but before I woke up he said “next time we meet you can bring the rope and tie me up” AMD I AM PATIENTLY WAITING FOR HIM TO ENTER MY DREAMS AGAIN!! Foaming @ the mouth thinking about running into him post sumuru with scaramouche trailing behind you dragging his feet like a brat🙄 he definitely gets lost and has to ask kazuha where the harbor is and he’s so friendly and kind they start talking but he hears his name and is like “damn we gotta trauma bond now I guess” and trIES TO FIGHT HIM WHICH IS SO FUNNY TO ME “to make amends for my sins I will let you fight me” scaramouche is so annoying 😭 looking for his stupid ass and running into kazuha post dream encounter and being like “🥺 omg hey I haven’t seen you since Inazuma bestie you want to help me w my daily comission?” If scara asks why isn’t he enough I mean… you got your anemo vision like a week ago kazuha has had his fro way longer… also he fought your mom I just trust him to be a quick thinker and bc I want to get my back blown out. And ik he’s a whiney little bitch and he can’t just tell me he was about to unload his tragic backstory unprompted bc he happened to run into a kadehara💀 but he’s like 6 steps behind bc pouting and rolling his eyes is his best quality but he’s noticing kazuha seems a little too friendly🤨 and he’s right! In my mind kazuha is the king of lingering touches but nobody will notice. Like his hand is on your waist for 10 seconds too long his face is a few inches too close to yours but like who would think he has devious intentions?(Beidou can smell it a mile away) so he’s definitely suspicious when we sneak off to a uninhabited corner of the teapot under the guise of me “showing him around” like honestly that’s his fault :/ if he don’t want to catch me riding kazuha until my legs give out he should have just stayed in the house😊 saw a comic that really confined his PETTY kazuha is ( “you know other men??” And he names off all the men that you know in alphabetical order) he would make direct eye contact w him and proceed to go deeper. You’re not flexible? Don’t worry you will be💕 will absolutely make your brain liquify in your skull while not even blinking. I will humbly extend scaramouche the invitation to join in🥰 like please give me a reason to not be able to do them daily commissions 😭😭 im tired of having to go place to place and then back to Katherine I need a vacation!! But gaslighting kazuha into being an even crazier yandere>>> like rip for them lmao im manipulating YOU. You think I’m shaking in my boots trying to escape meanwhile im thinking up how to make you worse🥰 relationship should be 50/50!! They’re obsessed w me and willing to kill my neighbors for being loud and I ride their dick and milk them dry until they’re drooling and trying to lift me off😌

which one?? the one i wrote?? hehehe

i get understand the luci forefront... i truly do like it's him and kaeya who are on my mind 24/7.... need them... i need them!!! sometimes it's mammon too but--- i dream about lucifer every night T T

NOOOOOO literally like years ago id be like 'ugh how are people into that' and now all i want is to make a big man cry teehee so i get it~

KAZUHA IS A SLUT I JUST KNOWWW ITTT LIKE he's been all over the world and you expect me to think that he hasn;t done shit before.... he's experienced and knows literally everything... i love him :-((((( im replaying the inzauma archon quest rn and am skipping all the scenes that don't have him in it looool ugh your dreams are so good it's not fair im jealous T T

gasp youre right like kazuha fought raiden and lived.... scaramouche was abandoned LMAOOOO... i think im gonna bench scara! kazuha youre coming w me to do commissions!!! but.... at the same time... i say bring both! bring both! fuck both! i like the idea of a scara kazuha threesome... thoughts???/

i like yandere kazuha we need more yandere kazuha why don't i get enough yandere kazuha!!!! :-(((

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu #kinda?

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I just noticed I haven’t updated this blog in eleven days.  I’ve probably had longer gaps, but this just seemed kind of startling to me for some reason.  Anyway, I’m here today to talk about “Charmed.”

I finished my scheduled Fantastic Four comics for the month, so I decided to just completely waste the next weeks or so, and that led me to YouTube, where I found a series by Allison Pregler where she reviewed “Charmed” season by season. I think the whole thing ended up being ten hours long?  Anyway, I liked this because I never watched “Charmed” but it was on throughout my 20′s, and I was always aware of it, but never knew what its deal was supposed to be.  So it’s nice to finally get that settled. 

What I didn’t expect was that the main characters turned into such unlikable assholes as the series wore on.   By Season 4, Shannon Doherty left the series, and the other two leads, Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs, became producers.   Pregler notes this as a turning point in the series, where their characters, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell, became more self-absorbed and were almost never called out for any character flaws.  It sounds like something out of professional wrestling, like when a top talent gets booking power and writes himself as a world champion who never loses.   Anyway, much of Pregler’s review series is taken up with unflattering montages of Phoebe and Piper being heartless jerks. When a crisis unfolds, they make it about themselves.  When innocents are in danger, they want to ignore it.   Maybe Pregler is exaggerating, but she found a lot of clips for her videos. 

Occasionally, she would compare certain plot developments to fanfiction, and not as a compliment.   I felt the same way at times, and it struck me that a lot of the storylines in “Charmed” seemed to revolve around this sort of indulgent wish-fulfillment fare.   I don’t know what went on backstage, but it really does feel like Milano and Combs wanted to do stories where their characters were beloved and respected by those around them, but also blameless and beyond reproach, no matter how snarky or dismissive they were of their magic responsibilities.   I guess that is how a lot of fanfic goes down.   Someone watches a movie and doesn’t like how their favorite character got handled, so they write their own story where their fave gets better treatment.  

That, and fanfiction often skips to the good part, whatever “good” happens to be for the writer.   If they’re doing a story about a love confession, they’ll just go straight to that, and not bother setting anything up.   When I first learned about fanfiction, I was surprised by how casually the writers would just presume that the reader knows all about the characters.  I’ve seen X-Men fics where they just call him “Scott” and never mention that he uses the codename “Cyclops” and shoots optic blasts and wears blue tights.   It’s just taken as a given, and the time you save not explaining this can be used to hurry up and get to the sex scene. 

At a guess, I think that may have been where “Charmed” lost its way.   It was supposed to be this urban fantasy thing, I think, tapping into the success of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with three sisters getting witch powers and fighting demons.   So it makes sense for the characters to get frustrated with that, and wish that they could chuck the whole deal and lead normal lives.  You see that in every superhero story.   Spider-Man wishes he could be a normal guy again, or look the other way when shit goes down, but he knows he can’t.   It makes sense for “Charmed” to do the same thing once in a while, but I think somewhere along the way, they got a little too comfortable with that trope and fell into a rut.   When Phoebe Halliwell complains once in a while that these demon-of-the-week adventures are really screwing up her career and love-life, that’s relatable.   When she complains about it every week, and has to be convinced to take action every single time, then it starts to make her look like a real piece of shit.   There was one scene where she insists that they shouldn’t risk their lives to save a particular innocent, because if they got killed, then that would doom many more innocent people that they might be able to save later.  That’s kind of messed up.   Maybe there’s a more balanced interpretation to Phoebe’s character, but what I’ve seen looks pretty bad.

Anyway, it occurred to me that this incompleteness is probably what people mean when they compare things negatively with fanfiction.  When it’s in actual fanfic, I think it gets a pass, because the writer’s doing it for free, but when a TV show or movie does it, it gets people mad because there’s higher expectations.   For example, “Charmed” introduced a magic school, very similar to the one in the Harry Potter books, and they even went out of their way to point out the similarity, which seems pretty weak to me.   But the biggest letdown was that it was literally named “Magic School”.   Like, that’s what it says on the sign and everything.   It’s like they never bothered to improve on the working name, like how “Snakes on a Plane” ended up being the actual title of the movie.  They could have called “Merlin Academy”, or “Shadow Hall” or literally anything else, but they were like “Fuck it, ‘Magic School.’“  

For that matter, I never understood calling the main characters “The Charmed Ones”.   That sounds really basic, especially when the main thing about them is that they’re a trio.   Call them the “Witches Three” or “The Triune of Power” or just “The Halliwell Sisters” or whatever.   It’s just such a lack of effort for something that they were going to have to use for the whole run of the series.  On the other hand, they seemed to put a lot of work into the episode where Alyssa Milano played Lady Godiva to defend breastfeeding in public or something.  Which... yeah, sounds like a fanfic plot now that I think about it.

[sullustangin]

(And now for something completely different)/Fic:  Stolen

A/N:  Ok, this is one from the crypt.  This is something that is done... part of a larger whole that will never be done.  This was written during the World of Warcraft Legion expansion over five years ago now.  The trajectory is definitely AU now.  I found this in my wip folder awhile ago and have waffled about doing anything with it.  This would have been written just after the successful Nighthold Raid.  Spoilers for that, five years later, I suppose, prior to the events that lead to Void Elves and stuff.

I noticed that this harps on similar themes as the thing I plan on posting tomorrow.  Totally different fandoms, but still -- paths unwalked.  5 years ago, I got a permanent gig and got ‘grounded’ -- no more jetset.  More recently, I’ve made decisions (kiddo, housing, career, etc) that really closes doors, but opens others.  So I guess this is the week of “Variations on a Theme:  Wondering About Alternative Universes.” 

POV Khadgar, thinking of things stolen

~~

Khadgar had thought Turalyon weak when he fell for Alleria.

Here they were, on a mission, and yet there they were, enamored, distracted, and embroiled in their own world.  When he personally had brought the world crashing down on them all, he realized the sorrowful virtue of it.  

Looking back, Khadgar wondered whether his feelings were prompted by jealousy.  He was the odd-man-out, after all.  Despite a young man’s heart and mind, he’d been cast into the role of the elder.  He never had a chance with her, not even in the consideration that she was far older than anyone else on their mission.  

The Archmage idly sat in some noble’s back garden in Suramar, the water gently lapping at the sides of its well-constructed, calculated-to-be-aesthetically-pleasing stone pool.  The wind – no longer artificial! – stirred the trees, the tips of the iridescent branches drifting in and out of the water.  All this the Archmage heard, his eyes closed to the world as he attempted to meditate and regenerate his magic supply.  

He was exhausted, and the stillness only accelerated his mental acrobatics as to what to do next. Illidan, incarnate.  Guldan, dead in all worlds.  Sargeras, from all worlds coming and going --- even the one that Turalyon may have made his last stand on.  

 An old tattered image of her cradling him – not a true memory, a composition of several scattered fragments.  Khadgar winced as he shifted his weight to fully lean on a deceptively strong tree. 

Somewhere, a throaty laugh rattled through the city and rebounded down the walls.  It was so silent in the city, after the battle, that every noise echoed clearly.  Khadgar knew that voice.  

 It greatly bemused him when his head had been turned by Tyrande Windrunner.  She had burst through the Dark Portal and arrived urgently in Shattrath upon hearing news of her brother-in-law.  A child of the stars, a priestess of the moon, she had completely undermined Khadgar’s cool and confident exterior.  These things he had worked on for 20 years in near isolation – gone. Her intensity, her concern – her guilt over what had happened to her husband’s brother.    Like everything she did, she was decisive, unwavering, forceful yet utterly placid in the same moment.  Frankly, it was embarrassing how lonely he was.  

And yet, he found himself watching her as one would an exotic, rare bird, determined to preserve but not interfere. He didn’t even follow his first impulse to make himself presentable – that would come in his own time, when he was ready to shed Outland and the last vestige of the curse.  Khadgar had cured himself, but his old robes, his beard, everything he had been: it was armor against the world, but also something that managed to keep his anxieties and internal churning contained.

When Malfurion returned to Tyrande, Khadgar felt no jealousy.  But there was something there that tugged him downward as he watched the two of them serve their gods.  She was a priestess, dedicated to her temples and her Light.  He was a druid, dedicated to Cenarius and the forces of nature. They were far more devoted to their masters than to each other ---

 And they worked perfectly together. Love never trumped devotion but – it was a conundrum, that relationship, and it made his head spin.  Khadgar could not think of a better love story, but he could not reconcile it to any motif.  Love conquered all in those legends, but Tyrande was never one to be conquered or taken away from her duties, nor was Malfurion ever cowed by his wife into abandoning his dreamer’s world.  There was an old human phrase about a servant with two masters, but he could not recall it, nor did it appear to work in this case. The exception that tested the rule, and had done so for more than 10,000 years.  

 It wasn’t until Cordana Felsong that Khadgar concluded he clearly had a thing for elves and for things that would inevitably end terribly, badly, for all parties.  He smirked.  There was the rub, the newest ache and pain.

 After such close contact – not intimate but constant – for months on end in Draenor, the betrayal upended him.  He had shut out all champions, the rest of the Council, even Varian Wrynn.  There was a deep, gaping hole in his inner serenity, his defenses against hopeless and despair.

 Because in all honesty, there was no world that had not fallen to the Legion.  There were other Khadgars.  There were other First Arcanists.  There were millions of champions, entering pockets of disparate universes to arm themselves.  There were thousands of Cordana Felsongs, by name or by disposition, that gave in to hopelessness.  Khadgar wondered if he had frayed her last nerve, shaking her, by being as reckless as he was.

 It wasn’t until she left that he realized how difficult he had made her job of protecting him.  Khadgar’s shock emanated from the realization that his unwillingness to be protected and complete undermining of her ability to protect him made her question her own abilities, her own capacity to resist the Legion.

 Somewhere in his academic mind, Khadgar knew that the Legion would have stopped at nothing to corrupt her to get to him.  But another part of his mind was wracked by all the things he thought he should have said or done or ---- anything.  If he could have saved her.  

 When he had heard of her death, at the hand of his champions, the urge to get away from the Guardian’s Tower was insurmountable.  In a puff of stardust and feathers, his raven form escaped.  Fly, far away.  Flap wings, and soar so quickly that his thoughts could not catch up with him.  If he stopped for a second, it would consume him.  All the things he should be feeling, but could not afford to feel for this pawn of the Legion.  

 It was not love.  But whatever it was, Khadgar could not stomach it and fled from all things.  At last, as he thought his tiny bird heart would burst from his chest, he permitted his wings to cease their motion, tucking them close to his body and he rolled a feathered shoulder toward the green earth.  

 He’d landed at the border of Val-Sharah, his human form emerging just in time to cast a slowing spell and guide him to earth.  As if nothing had happened, he marched to the edge of Suramar city to meet with the elven leaders.

 That meeting had led him to where was today – in some noble’s back garden, exhausted from the final battle against Guldan. His magic had finally fizzled.  He’d allowed himself to be helped down from the Nightspire the normal way – stairs, not a portal.  He didn’t trust himself not to zap himself accidentally to Netherstorm or some far-flung, very inconvenient location.  

 Fordragon had been wrong, in the final speech the Stormwind scribes had recorded.  There was no way a Guldan or a Lich King or any other corrupted creature could pay for the lives they’d stolen. Death was the escape hatch.  Any punishment, even a willingly self-imposed penance, could not resurrect the dead, could not instill the security of a beloved parent, could not possibly compensate for the inner well-being that had been ripped away.

 Had Khadgar stolen lives?  Had he permitted others to be stolen out from under his watch, if only for his own convenience?  Garona’s screams ricocheted through his mind, then the Warden’s voice. Had that done it?  

 Then another voice.  “Make haste for Suramar.  You may be our last hope.”  

 That had done it for him.  That invocation.  It wasn’t a courtesy request to assuage a delicate male ego, nor did it come from someone who was constantly imperiled.  And it was the voice.  The withered appearance of the owner stirred pity, but the voice was another thing entirely. She had never wavered, even as her health took twists and turns during this adventure.   And when she was restored --

 In all frankness, Khadgar probably could have left the Suramar matter to the elves and his champions.  It was their blood business and bad life choices, not his.  And yet, there he had been, to the bitter end.  Was he trying to impress her?  Honestly, now?    At his age?  At her age?  

Khadgar wondered at times whether he could convince Jaina to calculate how many years had been stolen from him, and how long he had left.  A morbid task. 

And it was bitter – no matter how many times Guldan fell or could fall, in other universes, nothing came back. Not a single sacrifice in Tanaan, not Maraad, not Varian, not Cordana came back.  And Guldan was naught but the puppet, whether he realized it or not. They would all still have to fight Sargeras and a potentially infinite Legion, and Khadgar’s time may well run out before the task was complete.  He kicked hornets’ nests that would kill any normal man and did. 

Khadgar knew he wasn’t normal. Had not been since the curse.  Would never be after he received Atiesh, whether or not he ever accepted the titles affiliated with its possession.  Could never be…

His armor was as much to keep people out was it was to keep all of him in.  He never experienced his prime, bounding between child and old man.  He had learned from his master’s mistakes, not from a master.  Khadgar knew there were things he could never ….  

 He did not want someone to miss him as desperately as he missed his old friends.  He never wanted someone to miss him as much as ….. the lucky ones did.  He saw Vereesa, Varian, even Moira cast wistful glances at pictures carefully concealed, children that grew to resemble their missing parent every second of every day.  

 No.  He couldn’t put someone through it.  And most truthfully, he did not want to go through it; the odds were fair that one half of a union would prematurely decease the other.  Yet, here he was, missing the dead, thinking of missed connections, and contemplating a missed life.  

Maybe Fordragon was right.  Lives were stolen – the more correct and true path of life had been stolen, not just by death.  Life went on.  Stubbornly. But how different would his fate have been if Guldan had not opened the Dark Portal, if Medivh hadn’t fallen prey to the Legion.  These adventurers – they had thrown their lot in with him, because their “normal” lives had been stolen, just like his own.  

Khadgar opened his eyes, a dim blue glow emanating.  He’d never considered himself one of the fallen.  Nor had he ever considered those living to be among that unfortunate retinue. But, even as the curse deteriorated through the years, he had missed many lovely intangibles, beautiful things unsaid, and happy visions of what could be.  

 Now Khadgar was considering it. But he soon realized, as he dug his hand into the ground to push himself up to his feet, that such revelations were circuitous and irrelevant.  He had no outlet to unburden himself, and doing so would not change his mission.  Medivh may have stolen his youth, the Dark Portal -- his home world, his coping mechanisms – closeness to others.  But when Khadgar freely gave his remaining years to save Azeroth, his life was no longer something to be stolen from him. 

#world of warcraft #world of warcraft fan fiction #khadgar #legion #the nighthold #wondering about other universes

[clockworksteel]

Yep, it's me again with more gender posting. I probably should tag all these something. But yeah, I'm finding that if I don't post about things I find myself repeating the same thoughts as if trying to compose the next post instead of thinking of new thoughts, so I guess I need to actually write these posts. This whole "write it or keep thinking it" thing isn't new, but hadn't come up in a while until this personal arc.

First, a hopefully amusing anecdote. A couple weeks ago I was looking at some clothing and remarked to someone the next day, "The things I don't know about women's fashion can be accurately summarized by just saying 'women's fashion'." Specifically, I had to do a search to see whether it was reasonable to wear a skirt and a T-shirt together. This led to the remarks "I'm... not convinced I actually see people in public. Mobile hitboxes and colors, maybe." There's maybe less exaggeration in that statement than one might think.

I've mentioned to a couple people by now that if I did want a feminine name, I think Alice sounds nice, although I'd probably think more if I was gonna actually change names. One person thought it would suit me, which was cool to hear. Wonder what xe meant by that, exactly. While it is a "normal" name, it's also several different references (eg Touhou, Alice in Wonderland, Rozen Maiden), which is neat.

I haven't come up with a gender neutral name for that possibility yet. I feel like it's harder to think of neutral names at all. While someone did mention "Clyceer" kinda is gender neutral because it doesn't have any associations besides me, it also... doesn't exactly sound like a real person name. Plus I've noticed from being in chat on Twitch that the pronunciation I use for it isn't obvious. I've also used "Red" in a couple games as a gender neutral name, like in Undertale where I wasn't sure if the protagonist was supposed to be any particular gender. Since, like, with "Red" am I referencing Pokemon or Transistor? We'll never know. That... also doesn't sound like a real person name though. Maybe a nickname. Besides, if I was any color I'd rather be Green (but is it Green like Pokemon or Green like Gunstar Super Heroes?)

I ended up clicking through https://turn-me-into-a-girl.com/ last Saturday morning. At the end I felt something nice that I can't confidently identify but, well, it probably wasn't a very cis feeling. Unfortunately, revisiting the next day didn't bring about the same feeling, or at least not nearly as noticeably, so further analysis on that may be impossible. There are a lot of useful questions to consider there that I didn't really stop and ponder so still reasons to go back, though. I also didn't really look at the twitter posts in too much detail, and I bet some of them have interesting threads to read if I click through.

I don't know if I've mentioned my gender spectrum estimates to anyone, but 1-3 weeks ago I'd have said "20% masculine with up to 40% error in either direction", while now I'd guess more like "nonbinary with up to 50% error". So I'm less confident in general, but moving away from the masculine side. The confidence interval is a total guess that's just based on feelings, of course, but well, isn't this whole thing based on feelings?

Currently, the strategy I've decided on for experimentation seems to be moving the easier to move identities first. -I'm still mostly presenting masculine in the real world and I'm still identifying as such. I feel like if I were going to transition, I'd have to figure out something for my face or else it would feel too dissonant to me. Maybe makeup is viable? I assumed I wouldn't like it because of experience with paint and oils, but I can't say I've tried, and there are different types. Might be good at some point to at least confirm whether the obstacle is mental or physical. -Anywhere I'm Clyceer or CS has been shifted one level more towards nonbinary by flipping the order of pronouns in the about/description sections to say they/them first and he/him second. My youtube and twitch are important to me and I don't want to make hasty changes. Plus I haven't mentioned anything to my #1 fan who has also been a friend since high school. -Meanwhile in places with lower commitment I'll try being feminine outright. I changed the name on my Splashtag in Splatoon 3 to Alice, and it wouldn't take 2 guesses to figure out which protagonist I'll be in the next Pokemon if I get it.

While I'm sure eventually I'll have to resolve the identities, it does seem useful for the questioning phase to do it like this. Or I guess if I am that genderfluid it could be convenient to leave things like that. But... I don't think things are gonna be that convenient.

Anyway, happy National Coming Out Day... in which I still haven't said anything to my housemate. I did start openly wearing the women's pajamas a few days ago but if they've noticed anything unusual about them they've refrained from mentioning the observation. I mean, it's still essentially a shirt and pants so it's not that odd.

#clockwork-gender

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: no fic-related news but i did get my first dose of the covid vaccine today so that’s exciting! GET VAXXED, PEOPLE! SPENCER WOULD WANT YOU TO!!

Masterlist

Chapter 20

“Hey Hotch,” Spencer knocked on his boss’s door.

Spencer got in extra early today to have his meeting with Hotch and hopefully tie up all the loose ends in his paperwork.

“Reid, come in,” Hotch gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and talking with Y/N and I think my time at the BAU is coming to an end,” Spencer said.

“I see,” Hotch leaned back in his chair, “Well, I think it goes without saying that you would certainly be missed. But, I’m not going to try to convince you to stay because I feel like this is a good decision for you...one I probably should have made myself if we’re being completely honest.”

“You made it work though, Jack loves his superhero dad,” Spencer reassured him, “I just can’t keep missing stuff after already missing six years. It’s too much and I certainly can’t focus on cases when I’m desperately wishing I was somewhere else.”

“How about this? We put you on temporary unpaid leave for a year. Then, you can either choose to come back or quit for good. This will give you plenty of family time and then you’ll see if you’re ever ready to return or not. It’s up to you. Also, if I just put you on leave, it can start as early as tomorrow. Instead of you just quitting and then having to put your two weeks in and be called away on more cases.”

“That sounds great, Hotch. Thank you so much for your understanding. If I don’t come back, it was a pleasure working with you. But I’m sure I will see you around at Rossi’s dinner parties,” Spencer grinned.

Hotch and Spencer hugged before pulling away to see the rest of the team filing into the bullpen.

“I guess I have to tell them,” Spencer sighed, knowing they would be a little disappointed at the sudden news.

“Hey guys, I have an announcement,” Spencer walked out of Hotch’s office.

“You have another secret daughter?” Derek joked.

“Y/N is pregnant?” Penelope guessed.

“You’re engaged?” Emily asked.

“Um no to all, I know this is a bit sudden and I apologize for that but effective tomorrow, I will be taking a year long leave from the BAU which may turn permanent,” Spencer spoke softly.

Silence filled the room.

“It’s not that I don’t love this job or you guys. You all know you are my best friends but I just really need to be home with my family right now,” Spencer explained.

Derek was the first to walk up to Spencer, “We’re gonna miss you around here, kid.”

He pulled Spencer in for a hug, ruffling up his hair.

Penelope was next in line to hug Spencer with a tissue already dabbing at her eyes.

“I hate to see you go, Boy Wonder, but I know it’s what’s best for you,” she said.

“I think Jo may be an even stricter boss than Hotch,” Rossi teased.

“She does have a tendency to get grumpy when she isn’t allowed to have ice cream for dinner,” Spencer laughed lightly, wiping the tears that were forming from his eyes.

“Please don’t ever stop talking. I know we tease you but I truly am going to miss your rambles,” Emily whispered.

“I’m just a phone call away,” he promised.

“You deserve this. Do not feel bad,” JJ reminded him.

He nodded in acknowledgement, his voice getting caught in the lump in his throat.

“We need a cake!” Penelope exclaimed, “I will not have the Good Doctor’s last day be cakeless especially with that sweet tooth of his.”

“On it,” Derek said, grabbing his keys.

“Decorations too! See if Party City has a Happy Retirement section!” she shouted after him.

“You’ve got it, baby girl,” Derek replied.

-

Spencer returned home in the evening with a cardboard box full of his belongings that once resided on his desk. 7 years of his career packed into one box. It seemed sad to him that such a big chapter of his life was closing.

But then, he walked inside. You and Jo had karaoke up on the TV screen. You both were currently in the middle of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. Jo even had her baseball cap on backwards to complete the look.

“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is,” Jo sang.

Then you jumped in, “So, here's a story from A to Z. You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully. We got Em in the place who likes it in your face. You got G like MC who likes it on a

Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady. And as for me, ha you'll see.”

“Slam your bodies down and wind it all around,” you both sang.

You turned around to see Spencer standing there and you let out a yelp.

“Oh no, please continue. Don’t stop on my account,” he grinned.

“Daddy!” Jo jumped up into his arms.

He moved Jo to his hip as you approached.

“Hi, love,” you greeted him with a kiss.

He was no longer sad. This was the right choice. This is where he belonged.

-

“Shhh” is the first thing you heard as you awoke followed by the quiet rattling of dishes.

“Jo, no!” you heard Spencer whisper-shout, “I said not until Mommy wakes up.”

“I’m up,” you muttered into your pillow.

You turned to the side of your bed to see Jo standing there with a tray of food and Spencer behind her with a bouquet of flowers.

You smiled softly.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” they both cheered.

“Thank you, my loves,” you gave them both kisses, accepting the tray from Jo as Spencer set the flower vase down on your bedside table.

The food on the tray consisted of a mug of coffee, a cup of orange juice, bacon, a bowl of blueberries, and a big chocolate chip pancake with sliced strawberries for the eyes and nose and a whipped cream smile.

“Very artistic,” you grinned.

Spencer returned next to you in bed, getting under the covers. He was wearing a plain gray fitted t-shirt, flannel PJ pants, and his glasses.

“Jo, you can go get your present for Mommy while she eats,” he suggested.

Once Jo left the room to go retrieve her gift, you planted a much messier kiss on Spencer’s lips.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” he smirked.

“You know how sexy I told you those glasses make you look,” you stated, taking a bite of a strip of bacon.

“I’ll keep them on all day then as part of your gift,” he smiled.

Jo crawled on to the bed with a wrapped box and an envelope taped to it. The card was clearly homemade by Jo and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Look at this beautiful artwork!” you exclaimed, opening the card.

Inside was a gift card for a spa downtown surrounded by Jo’s doodles.

“JJ said that place was really nice. There’s enough on there for you and a friend to get a full day of pampering,” Spencer said.

“Well, that’s good that she likes it because I will probably bring her along as my fellow mom. Thank you both,” you smiled.

Jo pushed the wrapped box towards you. You opened it to find a multi-colored beaded necklace.

“I made it for you, Mommy,” Jo beamed as you put it on over your head.

“That is so very thoughtful of you,” you kissed her forehead, “It fits me perfectly and you even included my favorite color.”

“I planned a picnic for today but if you would rather stay home and relax all day, I totally get it. Jo and I can go to the park and you can have some peace and quiet,” Spencer offered.

“Are you kidding me? It’s called Mother’s Day, I want to spend some time with the little girl who made me the luckiest one in the entire world,” you smiled.

“Picnic, it is then. I’ll get Jo all dressed and the bag packed. Here, let me take that,” Spencer left the room, balancing Jo on one hip and your tray of dirty dishes on the other.

You were really going to have to bring your all for Father’s Day next month.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer x reader #reid x reader #cm fanfic #criminal minds

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Long Con Part Five

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Notes: I hope y’all had a good week! 💕 Warnings: This is almost purely fluff. There’s some angst in there, but it’s just, like...A speck. And it’s covered over by fluff. Also I’ve never been to Austin, I did a lot of Googling for this bit, so if any of it is inaccurate, I’m sorry!! It seems like such a cool town and I don’t wanna do it a disservice! Lastly, I linked the museum and the art pieces mentioned in the chapter at the end of the chapter, under the tags. Summary: You’d stayed behind to get ready— but you didn’t know what exactly what you were be getting ready for.

While you and Marcus would be helping Marnie and the family out with wedding prep during the week, they didn’t have anything in particular scheduled for that day. After he’d had his breakfast, Marcus had showered, gotten dressed, and left to get the car that he’d rented for two of you to use that week. You’d stayed behind to get ready— but you didn’t know what exactly what you were be getting ready for. “I wanna show you around while we’ve got some time,” Marcus had told you between stealing sips of your coffee (which were solely permitted because the two of you were pretending to be together - if this had been under any other circumstance, he would not have gotten away with a single sip. His parents had found it adorable. You had found it a loss of coffee).

You dressed in casual clothing, things that you knew you’d have no trouble walking around in for the day. Marcus honked twice once he was outside in the rental, and you bid quick goodbyes to his family. 

-- “So,” Marcus glanced over at you from behind the dark lenses of his aviator sunglasses, “We have a few options-- well, we’ve got a ton, but, I was thinking we could take a tour of the Capitol building, and check out the Harry Ransom Center -- it’s this massive archive and library. There are a few places we could hit for lunch, and then… I don’t know, the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center? And I thought we could finish with the Blanton Museum of Art?... Or is that, like, a no, since we’re both kinda around art all the time?” You watched him for a few moments, stunned. He’d clearly gone out of his way to think about what you’d like to do -- places that he knew and that you would like. He wanted you to have fun, and time out of the house - away from his family. Marcus was taking you out and about like… Like he probably would a real girlfriend. “That all sounds really awesome,” You admitted softly. Marcus grinned at you, and you settled back in your seat, facing forward again. -- Conversation came as easily as it had when you were in D.C. Marcus dropped the odd fact about Austin now and again (though it was nothing near his panicked post-flight info-dump), pointed out his old haunts, told you about his and Marnie’s childhoods. Even without his family around, you found that the two of you kept close. You reached for one another’s hands; Marcus drew you into his side when you were in crowded places; even when there was plenty of room, Marcus’ hand was on your shoulder, or your back. The contact was comforting; it didn’t feel forced.  You found yourselves strolling through the Blanton with your fingers intertwined, speaking in hushed tones so as not to disturb the patrons around you. It was where the two of you wound up spending most of your day, discussing Fogel’s Conflict and Kern’s The Adoration of the Magi and Dorigny’s Diana of the Hunt. When you drifted into the Klimt pieces on loan from the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, and the two of you stopped in front of The Kiss, Marcus cupped your chin and leaned down, pecking the corner of your lips. You couldn’t help the stupid grin that took over your face, and you leaned into him, turning your head and hiding your face in his shoulder. 

He just curled an arm around you, smoothing a thumb along your side as you let your sheepishness run its course. You turned your head as it ebbed away, finally, taking in the intertwined lovers, robed in gold and adorned with flowers. 

--

“Okay, this… Is stupidly cool,” You admitted, looking around. “I was a little worried that you were going to stop at ‘stupid’.” “No!” You laughed, “I’ve never been anywhere like this.” Marcus had brought you to a bar with an arcade in Southern Congress for dinner. The two of you had ordered dinner and were looking for a few games to play before the food arrived. “They’ve got a little bit of everything. Pinball, Pac-man, Tron, Skeeball,” Marcus listed off. “Galaga?” “They’ve got Galaga.” “Perfect.” Marcus was exceptional at Pac-man and pinball, but you learned that you had the upper hand when it came to air hockey. You managed to play two games of it (both of which you won) before the food came. “Today has all been insanely awesome,” You told him after you’d polished off your pizza, “Thank you. I mean-- Seriously, you didn’t have to do this.” “I didn’t want you feeling like we were stuck at my family’s place all week, and...I mean I know we’re down here for Marnie, but you said you’d never been to Austin. I didn’t want you to miss out on seeing the city.” You and Marcus shared a smile before he added, “The whole day has been insanely awesome, huh?” “Yeah.” “Even in the kitchen?” “You mean when you were drinking my coffee? ‘Cause that put you on thin ice, mister.” “Right before that,” He corrected. The smile he was giving you was two parts bashfulness and one part coy. You folded one arm on the table, pillowing your chin on your other hand. “...Yeah, I’d include that. As first kisses go, it was…” You nodded a little, eyeing Marcus from under your lashes, “It was very...Very nice.” “‘Very nice’?” Marcus repeated, “I guess that’s not the worst review I’ve ever gotten.” “Don’t get all huffy,” You chuckled, ”I mean it, it was… I forgot what being kissed like that even felt like.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that...Was my first kiss in two years.” “Two-- How is that possible?” Marcus’ brow furrowed. You rolled your eyes a little bit, glancing away from Marcus as embarrassment swirled in your stomach. “The last person was my ex-fiancé. After that fell apart…” You shrugged, “I haven’t dated since.” You felt Marcus lean a little closer to get a better look at you. “Did you give up on finding someone?” “Not on purpose. I think I just...Built up some walls that I had torn down really quickly with them. And I built those walls up double. I prioritized work-- the devil I knew, you know.” “No dates, nothing?” “Nope.” “How many people did you turn down?” “What makes you think I turned anyone down?” Marcus tipped his head to the side, giving you a slight once-over as he muttered, “C’mon.” You shook your head, letting out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “Well, how long after your engagement broke did you wait to date?” You asked. Marcus’ lips pressed into a thin, contemplative line before he admitted, “Five months.” “What made you get back out there? I mean… How’d you know you were ready?” “I wasn’t, but I was worried that if I waited until I was, the woman that had asked me out wouldn’t be available when I got there. I took a leap. It wasn’t a good leap, but it was a leap,” he chuckled, “And it made me remember that dating can suck and putting myself out there could be scary, but… Ultimately, it’s worth it.” You and Marcus regarded one another quietly for a moment. You couldn't even imagine what he was thinking. You couldn't understand how he was still so open to finding love when he'd been hurt the way he had. That sort of loss had only made you want to recede; it seemed to make Marcus even more determined to find love. Frankly, it was a wonder that he hadn't yet— he was the kindest man you'd ever met. You lowered your eyes to your empty plate as you realized that you were staring. It was easy to get caught up in his warm eyes; you’d found it happening more often lately, and it certainly suited the purposes of the lie you were playing up around his family. But there was something about all of it— his gaze, his smile, everything that the two of you had done today — it stirred up twinges or remorse. Lately you’d found yourself wondering if there ever could’ve been something real between the two of you, if you’d met under different circumstances. That was a very dangerous line of thought.

“If you’re finished with your food, we can go play some more air hockey.” You smiled at the offer, glancing back up at him as you asked, “I didn’t kick your ass enough the first time?” “Oh-- I was just warming up.” “Clocking all of my moves?” “Exactly.” “We’ll see about that.” (You beat him three more times.) (You let him win once.)

--

You flicked off the light before getting into bed, tucking yourself in beside Marcus. He yawned and mumbled, “G’night.” “Goodnight, what?” Marcus let out an exaggerated sigh, “Goodnight, supreme air hockey winner.” “Thank you.” “Mhm.” “I don’t ask for much.” “I know.” “Just that you steer clear of my coffee—” “Uh huh.” “And address me by my proper title.” You glanced over as you felt Marcus shift in the bed. Your breath caught in your throat as his arm wound around your middle, his hand dangling against your side as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “Sleep,” He urged in a mumble, “Oh supreme one.” You settled down, resting one of your hands atop Marcus’ arm. It was a warm, comforting weight; a sweet touch that you could, if you weren’t careful, find yourself getting used to. “‘Oh supreme one’,” You repeated quietly, peering up at the ceiling, “I could get used to that.” Tag list: @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​ ; @spideysimpossiblegirl​ ; @blueeyesatnight​ ; @elen-aranel​ ; @yespolkadotkitty​ ; @artsymaddie​ ; @phoenixhalliwell​ ; @lunaserenade​ ; @winniedaboo​  ; @empress-palpat1ne​ ; @randomness501​ ; @nutmeg-20​ ; @leonieb​ ; @the-feckless-wonder​ ; @lou-la-lou​ ; @captain-jebi​ ; @supernaturalgirl​ ; @naturenebula21​ ; @evelynseventyr​ ; @giselatropicana​ ; @heatherbel​ ; @marydjarin​ ; @annathewitch​ ; @absurdthirst​​ ; @hnt-escape​ ; @writingletterstothefire​​ ; @misswriter​​ ; @bison-writes​​

Museums & Art Work

The Blanton Museum of Art

Fogel’s Conflict

Kern’s The Adoration of the Magi

 Dorigny’s Diana of the Hunt The Belvedere Museum

Klimt’s The Kiss

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (07)

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙."

"So did I." The (h/c)-ette's glare unwavering from the person in front of both him and Tadaiyoka.

"To what do I owe the honor to meeting with a shibito, much less one of my past students?" A sarcastic yet teasingly tone lacing the man's words.

"Answers." M/n coldly spoke. "Why so brash? You just got here, didn't you? It's quite a trip from Tokyo." M/n clenched a hand behind his back. "Why don't we settle matters over a game of Go, and tea?"

The older, slid open the door to their right, showing off a traditional tea room, set with a small table in the center of the room. Both Tadaiyoka and M/n followed, as the latter sat down. Tadaiyoka going off to grab the teaset.

The man sat across from M/n, as he held a content expression while grabbing the bag of monochrome beads.

A soft 'clink' was heard as Tadaiyoka placed the cups down, filling the delicate teacups with the liquid. The beads were then separated from each other, as both players grabbed their own.

The older started, placing one of his own beads onto the wooden board. M/n following shortly after with one of his. "Ginira-sama, if I may... he came to the shrine bearing questions about whom its dedication is to. When I took him to the shrine I-.."

"You were both taken aback from what you saw?" 'Ginira' finished. "Exactly." The man curtly humming in response. Silence overtook once more as the two continued their game.

Soon, a distasteful grunt came from the older of the two. "Even in your younger years, you've seen to beat me."

"You should know that I don't play to win then Sensei. I play to-.."

"Make a pattern. That's always your answer. And every time I respond with-..."

"That it's unfair." M/n kept a monotonous tone throughout. "I thought it was dumb, and I still do."

"So rude to your senior." Ginira playfully teased. "..."

"Oh I see, straight to business. Well, I assume you're wondering about the shrine. I'm also going to guess Tadaiyoka told you the story?"

"She did."

"Do you know who the young man was then?"

"I don't understand." M/n answered, a confused look covering his features. "That young man was a descendant of one of the few high ranking clans of high priests and priestesses. Or as we know them sorcerers." Ginira lifted to small cup to his lips.

"That doesn't answer why he had the same name and face as I."

"Patience my student." Ginira waved a hand around. "During that period, the L/n was the strongest clan among the others. The clan was notorious for holding the cursed technique of being able to completely strip someone of their own abilities.

The young man who had moved into the palace south of here was the very person who was next in line to become the head clan member."

M/n's eyes widened. "If he was the next clan leader why would he move out here?"

"The thing that drives everyone. Love. When you become a clan leader one of the many duties you have is marrying to another clan to keep prosperity between the two, and to bring a child of the two clans."

"Arranged marriage between two clans..." M/n mumbled.

"Exactly. Back then, this village was known for being one untouched by curse's and the dread the special grade curse no other than Sukuna Ryomen, had brought. That was because my ancestors were apart of the sorcerers protecting it.

When he moved to living out in the abandoned palace, he kept to himself, only coming to the town for necessities. Because of the disappearance of the L/n clan's successor though, lower shamen were sent out to hunt for the male.

One of those shamen being of the Hashigira clan. The Hashigira clan being a force to be reckoned with alongside the L/n's. The search lasted two moon cycles while Sukuna's reign of terror continued. And suddenly....it stopped."

Ginira took another sip of the warm beverage. "After years of suffering from the curse's reign, the people were freed from its grasp. The search for the lost L/n also loosing its importance over time as the sister of the young shamen took over, marrying into the next clan.

The legend says the same clan member of the Hashigira's grew suspicious and continued his search for the male. On months on end, he continued his search until one day, he did.

But when he did he was disgusted from the sight before him. The king of curses and the missing L/n living a domestic life together. Enraged about the situation he confronted the shamen about it, earning a response that he was fine.

Not much is said about what happens but their was an old story that he was inocente with the runaway.

The same could be said about L/n and Sukuna. After the confrontation, he went to the council and told them how the male was being held hostage, as that the cursed king was manipulating him.

That night, they went to the palace, and were met with only the shamen. They demanded to see Sukuna and when he didn't respond, they had decidedly he was too far gone, and... killed him.

That was the last night this village was at it's prime, the king of curse's reigned his disastrous rampage among every village in a 20 mile radius. This shrine was said to be built by Sukuna himself. The flowers in the field are evergreen as they never die."

Ginira finished, as his gaze landed on the male in front of him. A blank look casted upon his features, as his expression was unreadable.

"Then who am I?"

"Since the L/n clan was still prosperous they overlooked the death as a stain on their reputation. They had claimed he was no longer apart of their clan when he had decided to run away.

Ever since then his younger sister took over and continued the bloodline. And then your mother came. When your mother and father had married, it was one of union. Shortly after you were born, you were the representation of the two's union. And the conversion of the two cursed energies.

When they had awaited to hear about your abilities as a future shamen, they had learned you had none. The two clans disowned both of them. Your father became restless and rageful, and that's when he snapped. One day, I remember him rambling on about how there was a sacred power that had belonged to the L/n clan. After that, he had started his search for it.

And he found it. Some think that it was Sukuna, and some think it was Hashigira, but no matter who had done it; someone had sealed the soul of the runaway clansman to the L/n clan along with his power away in the imperial garden behind his palace.

Somehow your father had found it, and had given it to you. I don't know how, but he had achieved tying the both of your souls together, binding you both. Since you were so young, it had messed with your memories to the point of the ancient soul taking over your own.

When your souls had mixed, the cursed energy from before had chained itself with your own power. At first it had seemed you were like anyone else, but when that soul had overtaken your own it had kick started the energy which resided in you."

"And that's how I slaughtered my family right?" M/n's glare burned into the tatami mats below. "That's-"

A chilling laugh cut of the man's words, as M/n had finally lifted his head. A drop of water hit the floor, another following shortly after. More followed as the male's sight became blurry. Painful laughs echoing the house.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" He banged his fists onto the floor.

"I'm the problem aren't I? I'm just a burden....RIGHT?!" His body slumped over as fits of laughter turned into broken sobs. "I'm t-the reason my m-mother h-had died...and sh-she still..." He lead on, as he broke down. Both Tadaiyoka and Ginira held sympathetic looks for the male.

"It's not your fault M/n-" Ginira had reached a hand out, only for it to be slapped away. He ignored the male's struggle, as he pulled him into an embrace. His grip tightened as the yells of protest started to turning soft cries.

"You aren't a burden." Ginira's grasp tightened around the boy. "You're not at fault for the incident."

Soon the crying turned into short breaths, as those short breaths turned into silence. The only sound being the patter of the small pond, and the soft snores that had left the (h/c)-ette.

"He's a troubled soul isn't he?" Tadaiyoka spoke, as she started to pick up the sprawled out beads and empty teacups. Ginira looked down a sorrowful expression crossing his features. He's gaze landing onto the peaceful face of the younger.

"I can't help but think I could've prevented this entirely. He doesn't deserve to take the fall for something he has nothing to do with." Ginira stood up with the male's body, heading through a separate door.

Ginira laid M/n onto a futon, as he threw a blanket onto him. M/n immediately responding by gripping onto the soft material.

Ginira looked at the male one last time, a bittersweet smile plastering his face, as the door slid shut. Rounding the corner, he slid the door leading to the garden open, as he sat on one of the cushions.

The soft clicks of heels echoed the hallway, as another prescience sat next to him. "Now who do I owe the pleasure to see you again, Gojo."

The snowy haired shamen wore a playful smirk. "I think you have one of my students."

Ginira scoffed. "He ran away from you such a surprise."

"What happened?" Gojo spoke seriously, ignoring the former's insult. "He came looking for answers, and I gave them to him."

"Did you tell him about that night?"

Ginira glanced downwards. "I couldn't. He wasn't in the right headspace to know. He broke down earlier from hearing about his past. I didn't have the heart to tell him about his mother. He's sleeping right now, but it's probably the first time he's slept in weeks, hasn't it?"

Ginira had reminisced from when his former student had lived with him. "I'm worried about him. But somewhere inside me I have hope that he'll find happiness one of these days. He deserves it after all."

Gojo's stare lingered on the small garden of flowers, which lightly swayed from the breeze. "I want him to stay here."

A confused expression crossed the older's face. "I want you to train him. I know he's only scratched the top of his abilities, and I want you to help him . He has so much potential. I think it's for the best."

Ginira's eyes widened at the bold words. "You really care for him don't you?"

"More than anything in this world."

Ginira's hearty chuckled filled the air as the sun began to set behind the horizon.

"That much, ay?"

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